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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.

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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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" come now , alright? you'd make people think that you'd 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳 me once we get home. my , my ... "
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Genius is to be celebrated.

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

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

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separating what he felt from what could be permitted aloud. His own answer was caught, before he gave them his voice, he gave Tokinada his silence.

In that look, their stare down, a message passed between them. ﹙ I will kill you. ﹚ Byakuya’s lashes lowered ››

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Shihōin shall be formalized by binding contract. Witnessed by captains, nobility, and enforcers of law ﹚ On the edge of refusal. His gaze did not lift, but narrowed, settled on something far past the chamber itself …someone. A cold threading of thought ››

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“ I’ve lived in this lie long before today, Lady Shihōin. ”

The officiant’s voice sounded — aged, impartial, began the rite.

﹙ As decreed by Central 46, under edict 19-A and clause 3-7B of the Restoration Articles, the alliance between the Houses of Kuchiki and ››

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what they expect, Lady Shihōin. They would dress rebellion in obedience and call it virtue. Spare them the performance. ”

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Byakuya took a pause, just long enough for his resentment to lace into the edges of his voice. ››

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He spoke, eventually, Barely a flicker of emotion passes through him nearly mistaken for the wind stirring in the pines, those eyes of slate traced her from head to toe with the precision of assessing the weight of what he’s just been bound to. “ Do not contort yourself into … ››

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To look back would be to admit he heard the tease beneath her bow, that the shape of her mockery brushed against his pride, even shackled in formality, she could still play free. Byakuya does not reward irreverence. Not in public ››

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the Kuchiki and Shihōin banners flew side by side embroidered with obligation.

Just past her, a step ahead on the ceremonial walkway, the delicate hush of his sandals vanishes into the garden’s lacquered quietude. His gaze remains forward—always forward, as expected of a Kuchiki ››

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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 ››

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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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“ 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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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.

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

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

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

I chose to 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾.