⠀⠀ The night itself exhales two words … 𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔. ⠀⠀

ken Interesting duel.

—— The aftershock of colliding Ceros still danced in the air, leaving a shimmer of residual destruction across the battlefield. But to Grimmjow, that chaos was home. The thrill of it was enough to crack his lips into a wolfish smirk, not in search of an opening, but to make one before ——

—— the smoldering plume of smoke broke apart. Even as the pressure cleared between them, the grin on Grimmjow’s face hadn’t dulled in the slightest. “ You two’re real damn cute when you try at the same time. ” The rotation of his lower body masked the vanish. Sonido wasn’t used for ——

—— escape — it was a strike disguised as movement, and Grimmjow reemerged with velocity already bleeding from his limbs. By the time it echoed he ceased existing anywhere else but behind his enemy’s jaw. As his right arm tore through the pocket of distance that once separated them ——

—— fired like a battering ram, shoulder pitched over his hip, with the full twist of his waist behind it. Knuckles plunged against Starrk’s jawline, connecting beneath the hinge and traveling through muscle and nerve with a jarring crack. Force didn’t stop at the surface, it transferred through ——

—— shifting Starrk’s skull and compromising his neck alignment on contact. Another step chased behind it, twisting upon the pivot of his left foot, his torso, hips, and right leg moved in unified tandem. Centrifugal force coursed through his structure as the right leg ——

—— extended into a short-range thrust kick. Sixta’s boot caving into Starrk’s chest like a piston, his entire lower body driving into the kick with the express purpose of creating distance and lifting Starrk off the sand, launching him like wreckage from an explosion ——

—— Primera’s form buckled midair, hurtling backwards straight into Harribel. The collision knocked her back two steps, forced her to brace as Starrk's weight barreled into her. Their bodies tangled for half a second before she absorbed the collision, separating them under the jostled pressure ——

—— " 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? "

𝐿𝑎 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑎 𝑦 𝑙𝑎 𝐺𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎.

/ bro SQUARE UP ON DESKTOP

// Don’t even know where my phone at 💔

// I’ll really fk Toshiro up while we otp

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.

I 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖱 𝗗̵𝗘̵𝗔̵𝗧̵𝗛̵ ———— 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝙬͟𝙞͟𝙩͟𝙝͟𝙤͟𝙪͟𝙩͟ 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𓌜 #BLEACHRP 、 #MVRP

┌─┄ ⠀⠀ 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 ┄─┘

‍ ‍ “ 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. ” ‍ ‍

𝒀𝐎𝐔 𝕱𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝕿𝐇𝐀𝐓? 𝑻𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝖘 𝐌𝐄 𝑹𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝒀𝐎𝐔—𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝕰𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝕿𝕺 𝑾𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑲 𝒀𝐎𝐔 𝕷𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈 𝕯𝐎 #SEDUCTIVESUNDAY

⠀ not that she expected him to. not that starrk would expect him to either. " and you needn't swing your sword with regret , starrk. after all ... in this fight , no one will be lost to us. " ⠀

His eyes, half-lidded but glowing faintly now with a chill brilliance, drifted toward Harribel. Then back to Grimmjow. 〝⠀I’ll keep pulling the trigger until one of us stays down.⠀〞And behind him, another orb had already begun to form. But slower this time. Not from caution. From boredom—𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚.

—— “ 𝗚 𝗥 𝗔 𝗡 𝗥 𝗘 𝗬 𝗖 𝗘 𝗥 𝗢. ” Firing without an iota of hesitancy, surging forth the moment his opponents dared to declare their defiance. It tore through the air, meeting the two Espada head-on, clashing violently against the blade they - or - she would raise in futile opposition.

—— Left hand braced against the right, elbow rigid, shoulders taut with ritualistic discipline. The physical union of his limbs alone could contain the gargantuan force amassed within, Not to steady—no, Grimmjow did not doubt his aim. Restraining it only to savor the coalescence ——

—— who’ve committed such violence upon themselves enough times to make it devotional, torn like a leash their ( god ) had tied around the Sexta’s neck for a reason. Vermillion gushed flowing in perfect synchrony, a ribbon of ruby from his palm. The blood began to spiral, twisting ——

‍ ‍ #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 ❫ ‍ ‍

He who cannot be hunted cannot be 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝. He who is hunted … will be 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉.

// Me when I lied

/

/ Comeback?

// Replying to things over the weekend.

⠀ 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐨 ... it's enough indication that jaegerjaquez is not playing around ; the needless struggle for the throne draws out from his frenzy alone , as the primera effortlessly meets that cero with his own. as for her ... ⠀

Bro if I have to see one more “ in summery ” and “ these are my last thoughts “ but it indeed isn’t the last time, I’m going to implode. Is this a way to sustain relevancy without actually writing.

There’s a part of me that only wakes in the 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏... #𝖲𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖣𝖠𝖸 𝖧𝖾’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌. But he swings「斬月」like he was 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵. Maybe he was. Maybe I was just the part pretending not to be him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Who are you going to ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ open up too ? ⠀⠀⠀… 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ #𝖲𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖣𝖠𝖸

Be careful. I’m a #certifiedfighter now.

‍ ‍ #𝘼𝙃𝙅𝙄𝙉 ─╌┈ 𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗦. @indraspath.bsky.social ‍ ‍

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

part of the world. It was part of Jin-Woo. The sky did not merely darken—it knelt. Violet whirlwinds howled across the cityscape、and the sun was a forgotten thing behind that spectral aurora、casting the city below in shades of monarchal beauty.

Gilgamesh、a molten sun of auric brilliance that cast long shadows across terrain’s body、each ray a testament to the unyielding earth from which his legend was hewn. In his hands、a blade of ancient metallurgy gleamed、its edge a searing filament of solar fire、its surface etched —

— their penumbral sphere. It was a silence that rang in conceptual frequency、like the memory of sound played within a dream.

— incommensurable apogee—an irrefragable tenet indelibly incised upon the vellum of providential writ. The aftermath did not cataclysmically erupt. It undulated、a tremulous cadence that forswore corporeal tangency、yet wrenched the numinous vincula enmeshing all quintessentialities within —

— but through the dissonance of presumptuous dogma、a note not of steel, was of sonic refutation. It was not meant to rend、it was meant to retune the cacophony of misguided truths. It dismantled premise. Where Aizen dissevered the macrocosm into effulgent myriads Jin-Woo perdured as an —