‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗬Ō𝗞𝗔𝗜.

—— " Heh … y’feel that? it wasn’t just the sound of my sonido, that crack was your jaw tryin’ to remember where the rest of your face went. Two-for-one special. Wanna line up again? "

ken

Bleach mini Story soon, heavily based on CFYOW. Even though it’s gonna be like half of my own and @seongjinwoo.bsky.social ‘s muses, maybe a couple friends of ours too.

ken

I have ZERO caution or care to give on Kenpachi.

There’s no holds barred on him.

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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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✘ @chidamariken.bsky.social ✘

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He f*cks her mouth with words unspoken, filling her with filthy promises and brutal need.

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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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one who possesses 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯
should require a 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 to
⠀ ⠀╌┈⎯╾⃰ 𝑭𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻.
⠀

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#𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑾

The haunting that comes before
death. A season of hunted kings.

Something has come for
my 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂, to claim their heads
… as ——𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑺.
❪ @killerofkillers.bsky.social ❫

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My Sword Tells Fairy Tales ╳ to the Dead.
—— A 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒐.

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sound before its full liberation and with it made Zaraki’s appearance resemble a Gashadokuro 「餓者髑髏」𝗜𝗧 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗪, does it not? It screams malice, It bellows a challenge.

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@perfecthypnosis.bsky.social I see your ass active buddy boy.

ken

Love seeing the BLEACH verse as one of the more active and ongoing verses on here.

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“ Tʜɪs sᴄᴀʀ …. ? ”

He tilted his face, just slightly.
“ It’s not the mark of pain.
It’s your silhouette.
Bent over in motion.
The curve of your spine forged into my skin. ”

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“ if you don't wish for battle , starrk , fall back. but if you wish to join it , follow your principles , and don't stray from them. ”

thus , it 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨.

should the stars lament one ember more, then let this truth be unshrouded

I chose to 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾.

“ To the Cinders I Could
Not Redeem ”
𝑨𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆.

You would have decried this as 𝗰𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗲.

Not for the steel I leveled toward your fervor, nor for the taciturn void I offered in lieu of farewell, but for this act of clandestine inscription. An unuttered soliloquy, embalmed

( 𝕭 )

“ but someone has to occupy that seat, ” she says. “ worthy or not , someone must lead us. and if there is none who can lead us ... then we will all fall into utter ruin , jaegerjaquez. ”

—— incised by the metaphysical rift his motion wrought. The ground beneath him, though untouched, emitted a shudder deep in its substrata.

Yet for all the ruin he invited, he stood in perfect equipoise. 𝓟antera was fully drawn, a living, hungry extension of his thirst.

“ I’ll take you both on. ”

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𝐇͟𝐀͟𝐑͟𝐑͟𝐈͟𝐁͟𝐄͟𝐋͟ . 𝕿𝑰𝑬𝑹 .
ind . sel . priv . mdni .
#BLEACHRP
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“ you will never know ordinary peace, ” comes her assured curse , her accursed blessing that washes over him like the blood pool that she graced his sights , his form , and his soul with. “ not when you've melded yourself with me , forever. ”

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“ Tʜɪs sᴄᴀʀ …. ? ”

He tilted his face, just slightly.
“ It’s not the mark of pain.
It’s your silhouette.
Bent over in motion.
The curve of your spine forged into my skin. ”

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Over your navel. Like you were meant to be marked. A pause, and then. “ Never seen anything that beautiful. Made me want to bleed for you again. And again. ”To see you soaked. Claimed. Mine —— not with blade, but with everything that broke loose inside me.

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