𒀭 𝑮ilgamesh.

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The night itself exhales
two words … 𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔.

⠀⠀

ken

This app could’ve been great… sigh

What, then, is there to doubt? Every sinew, every pulse of my boundless form screams for you, Enkidu —— cries out for your presence beside me once more. There is no hesitation, no place for the whispering tremors of uncertainty, for the very essence of my being commands yours.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵、 𝑖’𝑙𝑙 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙺.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ~ 𝒜𝒾𝓏ℯ𝓃 / 𝒢𝒾𝓁ℊ𝒶𝓂ℯ𝓈𝒽.

┌─┄
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浦⠀ ⠀Madness is what they call it—
⠀⠀原⠀ ⠀when they can't 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚 your logic.
⠀⠀喜⠀ ⠀Let them scoff.
⠀⠀助⠀ I prefer my brilliance a little
𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 。#BLEACHRP
┄─┘

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Two hands grip the hilt, an iron promise that the blade will not betray him. A promise of control, the purest version of murder a nodachi can offer with Ona’s ghost in his grip. That’s where killing becomes art, a form meant to end lives in a single motion.

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“ You’re going to follow me everywhere aren’t you … blindly, even if it’s off this cliff. One day I won’t come back from the fall. I don’t know what scares me more — the thought of dying… or the thought of looking up and seeing you midair beside me. ”

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⠀
⠀⠀ ᥫYou ever had a 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔
⋆˚𝜗 spit 𝜚˚⋆ on your tongue while she’s
riding you like a loom? No? Then, 𝑦𝑜𝑢
𝑎𝑖𝑛’𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑.
@senjukumo.bsky.social
#seductivesunday
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— Who will draw first ? Silence oppressive、forbidding、in this setting every shadow isn’t his soldier、they’re hunters. The team’s senses sharpen to a painful edge、every nerve screaming that they are not alone.

“ Spread out. I can still hear Suho’s heartbeat. ”

#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪

spoke, “Tell me of all the endeavors you’ve faced and conquered under your reign. What lessons did you learn, I wonder? After all, each trial is not just a mere obstacle, but a lesson to be had.”

disdain unraveling. Gold decorates his person not as embellishment, as reminder— that beauty itself was fashioned in the image of kings.

You still stand as though the world were something precious to protect. Even now, I can feel that same resolve laced beneath your civility.

The presence, ( his ) tends to precede by centuries. An air of Royalty for a man who has never once lowered his voice, yet commands silence like native tongue straight through the sea of night. Adorned in the luster of opulence not tailored, but *inherited* by divinity. Robes trail behind like ⊱

But you—
no, you hold your blade like you hold your ideals…
too tightly for either to breathe. Still, there is some grace in it.

You would have made a fine treasure,
had you not chosen to become a legend instead. Still I digress. ⊱

out of restraint. Ordinarily I’d be tearing you apart for gazing upon me, however —— a curious thing, truly. To see a sovereign so obsessed with restraint. So I will permit the single chance. I’ve seen kings drunk on ambition, warlords who roared their purpose until it spilled across nations. ⊱