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The night itself exhales
two words … 𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔.

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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? "

—— " 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? "

—— 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 ——

—— 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 ——

—— 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 ——

—— 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 ——

—— 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 ——

—— 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 ——

—— 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 ——

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

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

#SEDUCTIVESUNDAY

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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. "

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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.