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.

‍ ‍ 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. ‍ ‍

⠀ " come now , alright? you'd make people think that you'd 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳 me once we get home. my , my ... " ⠀

Genius is to be celebrated.

‍ ‍ by the barest measure, a dismal of it and complied. “ I acknowledge her and, I will uphold this performance. “ ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ The wedding was held as though the world bloomed. Rather than what it feels like to be shackled in gold under the weight of Soul Society’s centuries. Beneath the great pavilions of the Kōraku-teien, where the Four Great Noble Houses once brokered peace beneath painted canopies ›› ‍ ‍

┌─┄ ⠀⠀ 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. ” ‍ ‍

⠀ ⠀⠀ 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 ⠀

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

—— An orange pigmentation crept from the corners of his eye, irises, once that boyish blue hue of summer skies and reckless dreams, bled outward into liquid amber — shades of sunrise, along with pupils thinning vertically, reptilian. This wasn’t the fox’s moment. This was nature’s.

— 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

close enough to shave his resolve.〝⠀𝑻𝒄𝒉, Still that fast, huh?⠀〞Ichigo hissed through clenched teeth, springing upward in one fluid surge. The ground cracked beneath his feet, a crescent shockwave blooming outward from his motion. Zangetsu screamed in his hands, a raw thing—𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. ➟

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

Not our fault we ain’t apart of them brainwashed dickriding followers you have on twitter. The “clout” won’t resonate, so yeah lame FOR YOU. We good here.

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

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

⠀ with her head bowed low in not only utmost respect , but an amusing mockery of the laws of nobility , yoruichi remains behind him to show that she will prove to be a virtuous wife ; the husband first , at all times , never to overshadow him. ⠀

should the stars lament one ember more, then let this truth be unshrouded I chose to 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾.

𝐿𝑎 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑎 𝑦 𝑙𝑎 𝐺𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎.

‍ ‍ 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? “ ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ “ 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. ” ‍ ‍

the last bastion of his defiance has loosened its grasp. “ 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖫𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖨𝗌 𝖬𝖾. ”

𝐈chigo’s breath caught, the tremor sharpening in his chest once more, but this time, it wasn’t a recoil. It was the sinking weight of truth, the quiet, undeniable understanding that Aizen was, from the beginning, right. And that, more than anything, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍.

𝐋onely together. The words gathered at the edge of his throat like unshed blood, too bitter to swallow, too stubborn to spit. He stared at Aizen, at the man who had once tried to pierce heaven with nothing but his own belief in himself. But Aizen wasn’t looking at him like an adversary.

There is a silence the world forgets how to hold. Not the silence of absence—but of anticipation. Of a stillness not born from peace, but from tension so profound that even time forgets how to move forward. Aizen stood in the marrow of that silence. ➟

‍ ‍ Thus, a singular, elegant swing, imitating a monk robe's cut was executed, embedded peerlessly with all royal pressure and absolute accuracy to ensure Kurosaki’s only choice was to flee or be beheaded. ‍ ‍

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.

‍ ‍ #𝑷𝑨𝑿𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑵𝑨 Infernal Peace – cold 𝔯𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔫 over 𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔫. Coming soon. ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 — 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭. 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 — 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽. 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙, ⏾. ⋅ 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. ‍ ‍

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

Thirteen Shadows ╳ One Scar. —— A 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒐.

‍ ‍ WHAT YOU RULE ARE NIGHTMARES, BUT THE ‘DARKNESS’ IS NOT YOURS … DARKNESS IS MY FATHER’S’. ⠀━━─ SUNG SUHO. ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ HOW CAN I BE A HERO IF I CANNOT SWALLOW A CURSE SUCH AS THIS? ALL EVILS OF THE WORLD? A HERO IS SOMEONE WHO CARRIES WITH THEM EVERYTHING THEY SEE. 𝗜 𝗔𝗠 𝗔𝗟𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗. ‍ ‍

⠀ “ hoh. already thinking you can school me , byakuya? ” though he may boast the paragon of virtue , there's already a glaring mistake that he's about to commit , should he pay close attention. it is a noble engagement ; a show of strength. ⠀

‍ ‍ reaction out of him no matter how poor the jest. Without further ado, insinuating to get their head leveled back in the game ；for their minds to become replicated. “ Shall we ? ” ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ As he suspected, the impertinence has risen to inadmissible levels, but the ambiguous words met a perceptive individual. He became aware of her input’s intent, and although derided, he chose not to fall under the precarious sentiment of anger. Phlegm carried his retort. ›› ‍ ‍

Simplicity never failed me.

ken Back to the classics. When I kick it old school style, my muse digs itself out of the grave.