#destructivour

[aftapati]

( * / @destructivour )

❛ You are just as disobedient as I could remember, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. ❜

[rubctosis]

squints. ( he can’t read lmao ) ‘ what’s that shit on your knuckles for? ‘

destructivour asked: unprompted // always accepting.

  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 of the surgeon with the faintest upward twitch of his lips. His expression betrayed no outright anger, only the subtle undercurrent of exasperated amusement that he so often reserved for the ignorant. His golden eyes, perpetually sharp beneath dark lashes, narrowed slightly as he cast a glance over. A muscle in his jaw tightened, just enough to suggest restraint, though the faint smirk curling the corner of his mouth revealed he was, at best, unimpressed. Law's hands rested loosely at his sides, the intricate tattoos across his fingers on full display. Each letter— 𝐃 𝐄 𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 —etched in bold black ink, caught the light as he flexed his knuckles.

He raised one inked hand deliberately, index and ring fingers curling down to leave the middle one standing tall, a pointed and unapologetically rude gesture. His smirk deepened as he locked eyes with the man, unflinching.

❝ That  ❞ he said, his voice low and smooth, carrying a blade's edge of sarcasm, ❝ is what it’s for  ❞

[incandescentia]

@destructivour replied to your post:

tch. you sure know how to swindle em', dontcha?

"Heeeey now, why are you putting it like that as if I just did a crime?" A cute girl is allowed to do crimes for once in a while in the name of love, right? "It's not swindling, it's called a gentle persuasion... get it? Gen-tle per-su-a-sion! ☆"

[darabeatha]

what about blue hair , what does that mean

ㅤㅤ❝ ―What about blue hair? that it's the darndest best, of course. ❞ A cloud of smoke trails after his words as he nonchalantly remains lounging against the cushions of the rigid office sofa he had stubbornly taken claim of. To no one's surprise, both Grimmjow and Cú looked completely out of place with the rather serene atmosphere of the room they were sharing, and it was something that was starting to tickle him.... Lazily, he finally decided to open an eyelid to address once and for all the tall brooding figure looming close to him, noticing first and foremost, an obnoxious sky-blue colored tuft of hair that happened to so conveniently be blocking the 'precious' sight of his monochrome and boring ceiling.

ㅤㅤ❝ Well .. actually ―; it might depend on the shade. ❞

[fractempyreal]

@destructivour echoed: why’re demons always so smug and talkin about boring stuff. bet they can’t do a kickflip.

                        ❛    —   You say that with such confidence ,   I must question whether or not you yourself can actually do a 'kickflip'.    ❜

[tozasemurcielago]

❝ I know ENOUGH ; books are a wealth of knowledge. ❞

[aftapati]

he is looking at the throne. hands in his pockets with thoughtful hum, a slight rocking on his heels. ‘ ever think about who would take over, if somethin happened to you? ‘

( * / @destructivour / unprompted )

❛ My reign was never meant to last for an eternity. ❜

Words of truthfulness evaded suceptible lips, as irises of a tawny complexion would glance at the Espada, who had sufficient bravery and effrontery to inquire such information that even to the one oozing with otherworldliness did not have a correctful response to offer. Not that such matter was of great importance; his tyranny within the realm of Hueco Mundo was a temporary measurement in order for his forthplanning to proceed in maximal magnitude, without distractions, with all masks of pretendence and benevolence undonned. Henceforth, upon departing from the stronghold in order to reach ascendancy, the thought of someone else bestowing commandship had never crossed his mind, inasmuch as his concentration was impaled at the completion of his aims.

All of them are playing their asigned roles, equivalent to a screenplay with yours truly as the director, soon to be casted aside like wooden figures of a chess game. Like toys placed on a box and forgotten in perpetuity.

❛ Assuming by something happening to me is in accordance of my plans, then whoever deems themselves worth enough to continue proper ruleship is more than welcome to step in, as this place would be of no concern of mine any longer. However, here's an advice that I recommend you to listen --- ❜

❛ It is not going to be the dog that barks the louder, but the one who is going to deliver the most. ❜

[okkanai]

" is that the best you got ? " / @destructivour.

[lunarscaled]

stares in a menacing, cat-like way.

-> ——.ᐣ They become tense when they catch him staring from a distance, at least one long, pale hallway's worth of space between them. All their muscles cinched tight like the mouth of a coin purse, midway through one step as Lyric holds their breath. They're almost the same color, Lyric thinks as their long blue tail twitches back and forth behind them, antsy.

... if they run it might make things worse. But if they hold still...

It may also make things worse.

Their tail flicks back and forth stiffly. Friend of Foe?

[aamaranthiine]

@destructivour ♥'d for a one-liner.

"I would appreciate it if you did not torment my friends."

[darabeatha]

@destructivour replied ; with or without tongue though / from : x

Worse. With something far more sinister... (love)

[fractempyreal]

@destructivour echoed: damn. you're lookin rough.

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒  &  𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐒𝐎𝐈𝐋 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 ,        gait uneven if only the slightest bit as they step past Grimmjow ,   effectively ignoring him .   Blue ,   now stained a deep red .   Whether it was the Devil's blood or another's was unknown ,   even to Vergil himself .   It does not slow him .   They march steadily onwards with a white-knuckled grip on Yamato  (  he had been careless .   allowing such low class demons manage to land a blow on his person  ) .   What it was that the arrancar was doing lingering on these summoning grounds was anyone's guess ,   but Vergil wasn't about to make any ,   managing through clenched teeth a biting ,

                        ❛    How very astute of you .   I must thank you for your ABSOLUTELY POINTLESS commentary .    ❜

[kinoroi]

scoffs, pulls a lil strand. ‘ pink hair? you’re beggin to get your ass kicked. ‘

he pulls back with a jerk, affront across his features. ❝ are you one to talk right now ?! you look like you're about to start rapping a verse from fantastic baby at me. ’ he smooths the lil strand down; it bounces back up.

[aftapati]

does aizen even like cats. lmao.

( * / @destructivour / unprompted )

Actually, the answer is yes. Sōsuke holds a liking towards felines, be it domesticated or of larger species, but wouldn't say that it is his favourite animal, as to him, they all most likely appear like carcasses to be anatomized in his laboratory, rather than having the idea of adopting a pet. Not to mention that his utmost attention is directed at his grand plans, so anything outside this would be nothing but a distraction, especially if he had to divide his attention.

However, returning back to the original point, Sōsuke does appreciate the sight of a cat and its abudance of behavioural traits. Several times he would visit the world of the living during his days as a Captain or after his treachery, he would find himself in some of his preferable spots in order to conduct his researchal endeavours. So, at times that he would be spending time at his preferred tea parlor, or anywhere in an outdoor environment, and supposedly be greeted with the sight of a stray cat, best believe he would attempt to pet it. One could say this is a very miniscule part of humanity that could exist in his cruelsome and unearthly heart, but to him this was another way to quench his curiosity, even if it is something as insignificant as petting an animal. His scientintic brain constantly functioning in a certain way that not many could comprehend.

He would always be greeted with the unexpected, be it with a cat trying to rub their face on his hand or even getting bitten. In a way, it is fascinating to see as to how an animal with certain intelligence that its cerebrum and nature would allow, would act this way. Also, there are times he would rather choose the companionship of a four - legged living being rather than of an individual that would be proven to be unworthy of his time.

The question is: will he pspspsps at the cat? The answer is yes. He would.

[ardenssolis]

@destructivour said (inbox):

looks to him with his big ol panther eyes. does a little kitty ear flick.✨ ( manipulative )

C-CUTE… HOW DARE GRIMMJOW approach him in this form knowing full well that such was Ozymandias’ weakness? Truly a low blow! He reached out with both hands, brushing them through what fur was exposed by the other’s neck with grudging adoration. ❝You are so lucky that you are endearing like this.❞ Nevermind the fact that most people would look at that large panther with its oddly armored body and run the opposite direction. To him, this form was no less adorable than your normal garden variety housecat. ❝Do not think this means anything. I am just in a very generous mood today---!❞

[lunarscaled]

@destructivour replied to your post “-> gwumpy...”:

grimmjow looking at the lizard. ‘ protein. ‘

-> NO—