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littlelionalicious:

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#visage; #My Shinigami; #left the url on there because it was tagged don't remove source or credit #but the text was like a mini fanfic??? #idk so there

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mubouna:

             ”If you’re gonna’ do it, do it. Don’t just stand there               talkin’ about it.”

Truthfully, hopefully, he just wants to watch Grimmjow crash and burn. It’d be a real boost to his own ego, since his own flirtations ended up failing him. Seeing the Espada fail would certainly make Renji feel better.

           And so he does, completely unconcerned. Cocky, and 100% himself.             And its that way that he manages to make the male in            question not only unfreeze, but after a few minutes, start            to respond to his advances with shy smiles and rosy cheeks.             Smirking to himself, the Sexta levels a glance over his shoulder            to the redheaded Shinigami. 

                                                                 He wins. 

#mubouna #It's okay REnji #If you kick up enough fuss he'll show you your 'prize' anyway

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         "Heh ---                      Home sweet home."

#i'm back motherfuckers #gettin' to drafts shortly #open

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☆*:.｡.{{[Happy birthday to my favorite nerd}}] ♡｡.:*☆

#The Shinigami;

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It was almost u n a c c e p t a b l e—-                  How much he missed the Sexta.

Voices continuously told him that he needed to get away, needed to leave. Was he that much of a monster? Was he really that capable of taking his life away in an instant? Maybe it was the jinchuuriki’s naive nature taking place again, always finding the good in everyone. Yeah—- There were times where he had questioned why he had fallen for someone like the Espada, especially since he was so close with a soul reaper that completely despised him. Every time he had those questions however, the light azure haired male managed to squash them completely.

      How—-?

A tanned palm would fall over his eyes as anatomy lied down on the soft surface of his bed, tiers lifting into a smile as he chuckled. Someone so dangerous—- How did he end up belonging to someone like that? Was there any regret there though? No—- Not at all. Was it pathetic? Who knows—- It was hard to say. There was just something about the panther that captured him, and he couldn’t escape. 

           ❝Heh—- Asshole.❞

Day in and day out that they were apart, the blond had him on his mind. Making him worry like this—- That bastard. He probably didn’t even care. His presence, the way Grimmjow [ looked ] at him, everything about him—- It was hard for the whiskered host not to think about him.

Dark and Light.  

             Complete opposites—-

Frame rolled to the side, hand falling to the empty spot on his bed. Guess it’s true when they say that opposite’s attract. That darkness that surrounded the Sexta was somewhat overwhelming, but would the young shinobi ever let it take him over? No—- He’d overcome so much that no matter what happened between the two, his will of fire would never diminish. That thought shook his mind from time to time, but he never allowed it to be his full perception of the Espada. The only thing he could do now was hope that he was safe and that he would return to his apartment unharmed. 

                       ❝You better come back safe, ne?❞

#he's a purring and smug sexta right now #and i just need this on my blog #i dont have much time online or i'd reply

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naru-uzumaki:

How annoying—- It was only a couple weeks in the semester and he was already about to fail this class, again. In all honesty, the blond sophomore had no idea why he even had to take this course, especially since it had nothing to do with his major. What would any sort of math do for him when it came to an art or photography degree? A lot of the students, and even his professor mentioned that he go and find some peers to work with, but who was he supposed to ask? Everyone seemed so busy all the time and the last thing Naruto wanted to do was bother anyone and take them away from their own studies.

             Then—- A friend of his in class suggested someone.

He’d noticed the blue haired male before, but he usually sat in the back along with himself. His classmate had said nothing but good things about this guy however, how much he excelled in the difficult subject. Didn’t seem like much to be honest—- But the whiskered student didn’t really have much of a choice but to give it a shot, right? It never hurt to ask… Man, was this guy intimidating though! Was he even a sophomore like himself?

                             Who knows—-

Not saying a word at first, Naruto sat down in an empty seat next to the azure haired colleague, figuring out how to even start this. They had never even spoken one word to each other, and he was over here asking for him? How much more awkward could this situation be? It was now or never, that’s for sure! 

❝A lot of people don’t sit in this corner by themselves, ya know? Mostly they’re in the commons area. I’m Naruto by the way. Mind if I sit here?❞

Grimmjow likes to keep to himself. Most people are fucking annoying anyway, and they ask too many questions. He gets enough shit about his hair, he doesn't need 'em prying into anything else. Besides, once word gets round that he's the son of Aizen Sousuke, the reputation does the rest. It's just easier to stay on his own. He'd learned that years ago. 

So you can imagine the surprise and caution when some blond - well liked, popular, always surrounded  - sits beside him and starts talking. The Sexta has the singular, overpowering urge to tell him to bluntly fuck off. He should. Except, with last nights conversation fresh on his mind, he stills the words on his tongue. Right. Aizen wants him to have friends, maybe even more. What Aizen wants, Aizen gets. One way or another. 

So Grimmjow stays quiet, picking up the french fry from his plate and biting off a corner without so much as looking over. After a few minutes, however, he sighs in annoyance. 

"Th' hell ya want, blondie? Yer girls givin' me the stink eye." 

And it's getting real fuckin' annoying. He's sure he doesn't have to say that, though. Pink haired bitch never did like him, for whatever reason. He does remember hearing her mention he was too crass once. Heh. If she only knew. 

Deception || Modern AU || sextarex

#naruuzumaki #Jesus this took forever i'm sorry #v; deception

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hybridhero:

                                                          ≺☀≻

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon that saw the teen lounging on his bed, fingers mashing buttons as he played Metroid Fusion on his 3DS. His face grew increasingly concentrated as he reached the one boss he hadn’t been able to beat.

And apparently still couldn’t.

"Oh, come on!" the teen shouted angrily, taking a fatal hit seconds before he would have won. Tossing the game onto the bed, he got up with a huff and made his way downstairs for a glass of juice.

Finding his way back hadn't been easy. Getting away from that crazy Shinigami fucker hadn't been simple. Whatever. At least the creepy captain kept him alive. Finding Ichigo after that had been simple. Kid still can't control his reiatsu very well. 

Silent footsteps land on the sill of his bedroom window just as he sees that head of orange hair leave through the doorway. A feral grin starts to spread, though he does nothing to chase. He does, however, pick up the game and busy himself - spreading out along Ichigos bed as if he owns it, and beating that boss while he does. 

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#hybridhero #he's a little shit but there you go

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Heh. 

#ichxgo #naruuzumaki #mxntis #Grimmjow is v amused #three out of four are his lovers #and renji is renji #he approves v much of all of these

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mxntis:

               ░██░─☽ “Excuse me I don’t like ya doin’ it                                     outside the fuckin’ bedroom.”

                                                       It feels too good to do it anywhere else, but                                                        he found it funny how  often people used it                                                         to  try  to  hurt  him.  That’s  like  someone                                                         just grabbing his dick and stroking it as a                                                         threat.

         "--- Che. Who says it wasn't goin' that way?" 

                                      Well. He hadn't been planning it.                                        But who knows? It has been a                                        while, after all.

#mxntis

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There's the hesitation. The slight wavering between doing what he's told and being stubborn. He glances over his shoulder, then turns, letting Grimmjow have his way for the moment. It's unhealthy to give in too often. Grimmjow's ego is outrageous, but for right now, the arrancar is in a good mood and Ichigo wants to keep it that way, so he takes a step closer.

       As soon as Ichigo is close enough, Grimmjow pulls him in.        Arms wrap around him, and he shares the warmth of both       body and water. 

#ichxgo

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“ᴛʜᴇy’ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ, ᴇᴠᴇʀy ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ. ɪ’ʟʟ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇy ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴍy ꜰʟᴇꜱʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴛʜᴇy ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ʙᴇyᴏɴᴅ. ɪ… ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ!”

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mxntis:

               ░██░─☽ A shift in his stance that caused him to lower                                    his  head,  putting  less  strain  on  his  hair.

                                                                “Hands off, Grimmjow.”

        The Sexta scoffs, releasing his hold and          wrenching his wrist from the mantis' grip. 

                            "Still a fuckin' pussy 'bout that."

#mxntis

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naru-uzumaki:

Why was he looking at him like that? That gaze caused him to glance away from a moment, hand rubbing the back of his blond covered head for a brief moment. It was something that was special to the jinchuuriki, and his need to give it to the Sexta had been lingering for a while, especially with all the recent events. He wanted to reassure him that well—- That he was his. The necklace had served it’s purpose in the past, and had protected him so many times—- It was special to say the least.

       ❝Just keep that, all right?❞

     Yeah, he's got no clue what the fuck this is. A necklace, obviously, but judging by the way Naruto turns so red and the air around them becomes charged with... something, he's missing a heavier meaning somewhere. Oh well. Whatever. He lets the necklace fall back to his bare chest, head lifting with an expression of exasperation and boredom. 

                       "Yer so fuckin' weird." 

#naruuzumaki #Translation being #ugh fine whatever #i don't know why but okay