—— " 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.

‍ ‍ 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. ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ ✘ @chidamariken.bsky.social ✘ ‍ ‍

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

‍ ‍ “ 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. ” ‍ ‍

⠀ ⠀⠀ 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 ⠀

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

‍ ‍ #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 ❫ ‍ ‍

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

‍ ‍ 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. ‍ ‍

@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.

‍ ‍ “ 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. ” ‍ ‍

“ 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. ”

⠀ 𝐇͟𝐀͟𝐑͟𝐑͟𝐈͟𝐁͟𝐄͟𝐋͟ . 𝕿𝑰𝑬𝑹 . ind . sel . priv . mdni . #BLEACHRP ⠀

‍ ‍ “ 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. ” ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ Kenpachi as the boy whose first erection was a blade pressed to his throat—— 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆. “ Disappear? ” He repeated it like the word offended him. Or worse, wounded him. The tone dragged like a body left warm in the dirt. “ You really think something like 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 just disappears? “ ‍ ‍

/ Here’s a warning for my next reply. Dark themes, explicitly raw in a murakami styled response. Evocatively pensive, this isn’t a lewd reply no matter how filth-laced it is. This is metaphorically blemished with sexual tones in a form of battle lust only Kenny and Una can speak with.

‍ ‍ “ did you ever have the semblance of that part of me having disappeared? ” comes empty , chilling tones. it's what she sounds best in , after all ; the tones that this man desires the most. “ my hands yearn to draw blood each day , zaraki. ” ‍ ‍

forming an unseen bridge, a gossamer strand stretched between him and the earth below. He stepped off the pole, not to vanish, but to walk forward. The hush of altitude like a spirit returning to earth, he didn’t have answers. Maybe he never would. But if the world kept moving, 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾.

𝐓he sky over Karakura was overcast, as if the clouds knew how heavy he felt inside. Ichigo stood atop the telephone pole, hands in his pockets, the wind tugging at the hem of his coat. The town murmured below, cars passing, shop shutters clattering, lives moving on. It always did.

‍ ‍ Kyoraku’s sole eye held a steady, lacquered murk beneath the shadow of his kasa, unreadable, It was the look of a man who had buried captains, comrades, and entire eras ────── yet still chose to speak softly, because he knew how loud ────── ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. ⟶ ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ Shunsui doesn’t answer right away. He never does. The pause ────── that follows Aizen’s words is not empty it is curated, His gaze remains level, half-lidded beneath the shadow of his kasa ────── the shadow it casts isn’t practical, it’s a funeral shroud, drawn over eyes ⟶ ‍ ‍

ㅤ THE BLOOD THAT SEEPS THROUGH THE TEARS IN MY BODY, IT CALLS, EVERY BLADE TO MY SKIN. #𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 ⠀⠀ ⚔ ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘. ㅤ ㅤ

[ THE DAWN IS ETERNAL, FOR IT BEARS THE NAME GILGAMESH. ] ♛ ━─ STARTER FOR @seongjinwoo.bsky.social

… ʜɪs ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss. @chidamariken.bsky.social

‍ ‍ On a day the sky grew tired of watching men call themselves saviors, the earth split, not by nature’s will, but by the weight of every lie nailed to the altar of justice. A chasm yawned like the mouth of a buried god, and from its depths rose not fire, but a smoke blacker than ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. ‍ ‍

Thirteen Shadows ╳ One Scar. —— A 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒐.

‍ ‍ Her blood—not crimson, but the color of dawn remembering the night, flowed like prophecy into the mouth of a boy too hollow to dream. Not love, not mercy, but a gift older than language, warm ichor poured from a wound kissed open by ritual, slipping past his lips like forbidden scriptures. ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ “ Tch. That’s a pretty way of sayin’ you want me to bleed louder. ” He spits iron into the dirt, half-grin tugging like a wound that never quite scabs over. Her words—sharp little things dressed in silk—cut deeper than most blades. But that’s the game, isn’t it? she offers riddles ‍ ‍

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝕸𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝕸𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍◞ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖͟𝐎͟𝐑͟𝐓͟𝐇͟𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄. —— 𝓜𝓮𝓲 𝓜𝓮𝓲. ⠀⠀

╳ the rain drags 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖡𝖫𝖠𝖢𝖪 𝖲𝖴𝖭 ➟ 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻. 卍解 #𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗣 ——————

Cause where my reply at too ?

‍ ‍ 𝙷ᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss consists in frequent repetition 𝙤𝙛—— 𝖕𝐥𝐞𝐚𝘀𝖚𝖗𝖊. ‍ ‍