inore-santa-teresa-blog
Lost Mantis
Yo. I'm Nnoitra. I somehow ended up in the shit-hole called 'Iwakiri Academy' and, just to make it clear, I ain't fuckin' happy about bein' here.
Yeah, and if you fuckin' fags get in my way and y' won't be allowed to keep yer puny lives, got it?!
Job: School caretaker
House: 1C-A
Room mate: Uchiha Madara
Clubs:
[Affiliated with NaruBleach RP Centre]
1799 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
squinoazine
I'll Be Here
romaman5
Romanian guy,30y.We can talk here.My 73th account.
katsstudykorner
This Is Barely A Studyblr
sogukruzgr
Hazal
syriaru
Сирия земля Шама
Text
Ooc
Guys, phone doesn't like the Tumblr app and my laptop is unusable because of the charger being broken for the last week. Will post properly again in a couple days, when the new charger arrives. Many apologies!
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Nnoitra bared his teeth and growled audibly. He hadn't the slightest idea what was going on, and that frustrated him... The fuck was this kid? Nothing he did seemed to have any effect on him, and when it did it all seemed to vanish in the space of a few seconds. Never before had Nnoitra experienced such an entity, and for a moment it made him somewhat apprehensive. Gripping Santa Teresa tighter, the Quinta spat back a rebuke.
"An' I think y've got one head too fuckin' many, y' piece of shit!!"
Once again he lunged at the bug he wanted to squash when suddenly...
"The f--" A dragon, out of nowhere. What. The. Fuck. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YA, ASSHOLE?!" And then cake.
Nnoitra coughed and spluttered, trying to free himself of the gigantic sugary treat. This whole situation was completely insane, and he had no clue what he was doing, what he was going to do, or what was going to happen next. Shit. What? Well, he had to get out of here before he literally drowned in cake. He stuck out his tongue, and fired a bright yellow charge from it--his cero--which created enough of a hole through the wall of cake for him to get out. Once free, he shook his hair of some of the clumps that were stuck in it. He wasn't going to eat anything sweet for a fucking long time.
"I'm gonna fuckin' obliterate you," the Quinta said through gritted teeth.
Wanna be the witch~
Soft giggles began as his creambuns hit their targets. Rising in volume the instant that the espada retreated and Gremmy could see exactly how much of a mess he was. He clutched his sides almost doubling over as he laughed.
For an instant Gremmy was taken by surprise, as his head was snapped back and he was sent flying. However it was over quickly, his cloud materialising and catching him. He drifted up high, the amusement still in his eyes. He was annoyed…but the Arrancar looked hilarious. Gremmy just couldn’t take him serious.
"You’ve got a bit of cream, just there~" he pointed out helpfully, giggles erupting from him.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he managed to concentrate enough to make a dragon appear. It swooped down towards the Espada, roaring as it did. He grinned widely, before soft laughter escaped him and he became distracted the dragon, though remaining the same size, turned into a cake.
"pfft." He laughed louder as his ‘opponent’ completely vanished under a cake.
"You’d make a very good bug~"
#OOC: Sorry! I totally missed this (>.<)#everyonesfavouredvisionary#He's never been so confused in his life#D:
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
Nnoitra didn't even flinch at her kick, instead raising an eyebrow mockingly at her pathetic attempts at freedom.
"Oh, that what y'think, huuuuh?"
"Well, won't we just see 'bout that, shitface." With a sadistic grin plastered on his face, Nnoitra raised the bug who'd annoyed him before smashing her head-first into the ground. Only then did he let go of the pathetic bitch's neck, but she wasn't getting away with only that. He planted a foot on her chest and leant down, looking her in the eyes.
"How ya feelin' chick? Ain't lookin' too rosy down there~"
Troublemakers (Noitra & Tayuya)
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
"Well ain't ya a miserable cunt," Nnoitra laughed, amused by the Sexta's less-than-pleased demeanour. "Y' could at least pretend y're 'appy ta see an ol' friend~" Of course, his voice was dripping with sarcasm at the mention of Grimmjow being his 'friend'. They were most certainly not friends, just two guys who just so happened to have worked for the same guy sometime before. Except that Nnoitra was pretty sure he tried to kill Grimmjow that one time. Oops~
"Ain't none'a yer fuckin' business where I been at, either. Go stick yer whiskers in a bowl'a milk rather than stickin' 'em where they dun belong~"
Miserable shit and a snack
#grimmujo#ooc: Sorry it's laaatttteee!!! Been job hunting/writing CV's...#Nnoitra's such a snarky little shit though
5 notes
·
View notes
Photo
"If I kill a thousand nobodies, who's gonna admit that I'm the strongest? There's no value in taking a nobody's life."
119 notes
·
View notes
Text
Kitty and Bug
So now that Nnoitra knew that his powers were weakened because of a gigai and, despite the fact that he could now get out of it too, he still couldn't get out of this prison of a school he was left sitting around doing practically fuck all but planning how he was going to destroy the place. It left him restless and in the foulest mood imaginable, which in turn made him cause more trouble than usual. Needless to say he'd been punished for that by being unable to leave his gigai again because of "disorderly behaviour unsuitable for a member of faculty".
"Tch, fuckin' bastards. Let me out then y'bastards wouldn't have to deal with my shit. Assholes."
Just as he was about to punch a wall (and possibly damage his fist), he saw a familiar flash of electric blue nearby. At that, his face was split with a grin.
"Oi, Sexta!"
"Fancy seein' ya here, y'fucktard!"
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
"Stubborn lil' bitch ain't ya?" He said, his vice-like grip tightening as she struggled to free herself. "Wonder how much it'll take ta break ya... No one insults Nnoitra Gilga and gets away with it."
hokumon-no-tayuya said: "Hey! Don’t put me in a team with these creepy shitheads"
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
"Tch!" This bitch was getting on his nerves already. He tossed her up slightly, letting go of her clothes only to grab onto her neck with a grip like a vice. "Y' wanna try sayin' that again, lil' shit?" He squeezed her neck. "Go on, try it."
hokumon-no-tayuya said: "Hey! Don’t put me in a team with these creepy shitheads"
#ooc: Hahaha! Looks like we have a clash of the troublemakers!#Don't think I've met you yet... I'm Kami! :D
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
Konan's demeanour held the suggestion that there was more to her than what appeared to be on the surface, and that made Nnoitra somewhat curious. Coupled with the fact that he couldn't use his pesquisa to determine the strength of the woman, the curiosity became strong that he almost forgot about the fact that he was supposed to be pissed at the world and everything in it. It almost created a temporary shield.
At her suggestions referring to why his powers may have been lacking, Nnoitra raised an eyebrow. She may have had a point, although he doubted anyone could really suppress his great power no matter how hard they tried, so it must have been the latter... Although that raised another question. Last he remembered, he was sure he was dead. He was definitely nowhere, and his heart had definitely stopped. How he got to wherever this was, he had no idea. It troubled him to no end.
"Oi..." He'd already forgotten the woman's name, so he picked on what was to him her most distinguishing feature. "... Err... Blue. Yeah, whadd'ya mean, trip 'ere? Ain't remember takin' no trip."
Looks were deceiving; even the most fragile flowers could conceal deadly thorns. Konan was no exception. Except her thorns were laced with fatal poison. Granted she may look like a poised, refined woman; but the fact remained that she was a harbinger to a very powerful deity and could carry out his sadistic will with nary a second thought. Until the day he came back and assumed that role, she would remain playing her part.
Again his words made her smirk slightly as she inclined her head in a small nod. “I agree, it’s not for everyone…” Namely the smart mouthed short tempered folk such as the likes of himself and Hidan. His tone of voice changed and Konan looked back up at him, obviously bewildered by the demand. They were not on a friendly basis or anything, yet he had commanded her to call him by his first name? She paused, before politely responding. “Very well, Nnoitra-san…”
He would just have to deal with the suffix; she was just proper like that. Placing her mug on the table, she studied him thoughtfully for a moment while idly stirring the settled contents in her mug. “It is strange for you to have not retained your abilities….perhaps the Headmaster has labeled you as a threat and suppressed your power….” There was another possibility too, it had happened to her when she had first arrived a couple years ago.
"Or perhaps….you could still be recovering your strength from your trip here.."
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
hokumon-no-tayuya said: "Hey! Don’t put me in a team with these creepy shitheads"
Nnoitra walked up to the pink-haired bitch and grabbed the front of her shirt, lifting her off her feet to his face.
"The shit ya tryin'a say, bitch?"
8 notes
·
View notes
Note
Nnoitra's face twisted with disbelief as the wound he'd just created (a far shallower wound than he'd aimed for) vanished without a trace from the child's neck. Had he used some illusion to move himself quickly, or did the kid have some crazy regenerative abilities? If it was the latter, then it wouldn't be much of a problem. He had a few surprises of that sort in his sleeve too... But illusions weren't his thing. He liked a physical battle, no shitty tricks of the light.
"Hah!" He yelled, his fury not subsiding. "Dun mind if I-" But just as he was about to swing, a sight he wasn't expecting greeted him. All around his opponent all manner of firearms had appeared seemingly out of thin air. Now, he was no scientist but he knew for a fact that shit didn't just appear out of thin air... And yet it had. And to Nnoitra that meant that it was illusions the brat was playing with.
"Y' piece of shit..." Santa Teresa slid out of his hand till he reached her chain, at which point he flung her upwards and began to swing her in a deadly spiral. "T'think crappy tricks like that are-"
And for the second time his sentence was cut short as multitudes of delicious creamy snacks were shot from the guns surrounding the brat. They were everywhere, in his eye, nose, hair... He tried to wipe the cream from his eye so that he could at least see what he was doing but it seemed that more and more came from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. In desperation, the Espada sonido'ed quickly out of the range of the guns, where he shook his head of the cream and finally managed to clear his vision.
Just what manner of being was this kid?! Whatever he was, he'd have to be killed soon because he didn't want any more cream in his smexy hair he was fucking irritating to say the least, and he wanted to crush the bug before it got even worse. "Tch." Once more he sonido'ed, this time directly in front of the kid and with the end of Teresa's shaft he hit the underside of the kid's chin, whacking his head upwards, before swinging and sending the brat flying with the side of Santa Teresa's blade. "Stupid little shit."
"hmmm~ You could be the Wicked witch of the east! You're tall enough to have a farm house dropped on you~!"
"Eh"
Nnoitra was so baffled by the sudden appearance of the child coupled with the strange statement which he had no hope of understanding that for a second he forgot how to speak. He shook his head before glowering at the kid.
"Oi, who ya callin’ a witch, y’ fuckin’ brat?"
10 notes
·
View notes
Note
"As an active member of the Welcoming Committee I came here to welcome you to Iw--.." Orihime paused at mid-sentence seeing who the newest person that arrived here, he was the Espada that defeated Chad, and fought Ichigo, Kenpachi, and Nel. A person not to mess around with, as she remembered.
Nnoitra ran his hands through his hair in frustration, for the third day in a row making his way to the woods he'd discovered in the back of the Academy he'd appeared in. It was there that he'd attempted opening a garganta back to Hueco Mundo several times each time to no avail. It seemed that the blue-haired woman may have been right about his powers being suppressed by that squidgy little midget who called himself the Headmaster. Shitty little asshole. Next time he saw him, he'd definitely step on that ridiculous triangular face of his till he stopped whatever shit he was doing to him.
He was walking past the school building when a chipper voice reached him from behind. An eyebrow raised, he turned to face the one who'd dared to disturb his murderous train of thought with a tooth-baring grimace. What he saw, however, made him stop for a second, head slightly tilted. The girl looked ridiculously familiar... And it wasn't until she looked up and stopped mid-sentence in what he assumed to be fear did he recognise her long orange hair... And how could he ever forget that giant rack?
Nnoitra's eyes narrowed and a toothy, lascivious grin split his narrow face.
"Well if it ain't Pet-san~!" A throaty chuckle escaped him as he took a step towards her. "Looks like yer rack is just as fuckable as ever."
2 notes
·
View notes
Note
You should team up with the jashinist dude and the chick of the sound five and could call the team "the potty mouths"
"Tche," Nnoitra sniffed, glaring down murderously at the grey-faced stranger who had approached him. "Ain't got a fuckin' clue what yer on about, but get the hell outta my sight before I fucking slit yer throat, asshole."
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
"Ain't ever heard of an accent, dipshit?!" This guy was stepping from a hole into a pit. First he was calling him thick, and now he was suggesting that he could best him in a fight! What bull!
"That what y'think, huh? Well we'll see 'bout that, fucktard."
This one was amusing, and rather defiant. The ignorant ones so often were. “Do try and pronounce your words. Shall I fetch a linguistics teacher?”
"You’ll hear this from me only once, so pay close attention; get in my way and you’ll wish you hadn’t." Death threats weren’t Madara’ style— death was so often an escape for the victim of the sharingan.
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
"Tch."
Nnoitra decided that he probably wasn't going to be spending much time in his dorm room.
"Just try, bastard. If y'think I'm thick, then y've got somethin' fucked with yer head!"
"Perhaps I was being too subtle. My apologies."
"I was referring to your intelligence, and how severely lacking it is. As such, I am relieved. It will not be difficult to manipulate and outwit you."
8 notes
·
View notes
Note
[After seeing him in such a disgruntled state the previous day, Hinata had decided to do a little baking. Who could stay mad when there were sweet treats around anyway? When he was making his rounds, she left a bag full of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies somewhere he would find it. Attached to the bag was a note that simply read 'Welcome to Iwakiri!']
Nnoitra was consistently fucked off at everything and everyone ever since he'd arrived at the shitty Academy. Everyone seemed to be an asshat, he was forced to stay in a gigai most of the time AND he couldn't even leave the fucking place! Doesn't seem like it could get much worse... So he decided to go find his room in the end.
"Urgh, fuckin' shitole, bastards, tryin'a make me work fer them, stupid..." He continuously mumbled and grumbled his discontent on the way, until he stopped outside the caretaker's shed (which was conveniently placed on the way to the dormitories). What stopped him wasn't the idea of doing work or anything of the sort, it was the fact that there was a bag of something that smelled delicious hanging from the handle.
Quickly he looked around to make sure no one was looking, then sauntered towards the shed.
"Welcome to Iwakiri..." He read out loud. Well, obviously it was for him then. Another glance sideways and then he was in the bag, checking out its content. "Shit." Cookies. Despite his being... Well, him, a secret of Nnoitra's had always been that he did kind of enjoy sweet food. Now he had no idea if whoever left these here knew that, or if they just did it because... Because something, he didn't care. He bagged the cookies and went to, er, dispose of them in private.
2 notes
·
View notes