shin - garō.
@calamityfist.bsky.social
a nameless 𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙇 has come to
this place. 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 of a
different kind.
https://From https://The https://Depths https://Of https://Despair
this place. 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 of a
different kind.
https://From https://The https://Depths https://Of https://Despair
Pinned
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October 3, 2025 at 12:23 PM
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… The Grave Beneath the Kasen Shrine.
In a forgotten forest stands beneath rain-slicked cedar and crooked stone lanterns lies a shrine the Gojo Clan vowed never to enter. the Kasen Shrine, once dedicated to a god of knowledge who has since become a cursed spirit of madness …
In a forgotten forest stands beneath rain-slicked cedar and crooked stone lanterns lies a shrine the Gojo Clan vowed never to enter. the Kasen Shrine, once dedicated to a god of knowledge who has since become a cursed spirit of madness …
July 1, 2025 at 4:37 AM
… The Grave Beneath the Kasen Shrine.
In a forgotten forest stands beneath rain-slicked cedar and crooked stone lanterns lies a shrine the Gojo Clan vowed never to enter. the Kasen Shrine, once dedicated to a god of knowledge who has since become a cursed spirit of madness …
In a forgotten forest stands beneath rain-slicked cedar and crooked stone lanterns lies a shrine the Gojo Clan vowed never to enter. the Kasen Shrine, once dedicated to a god of knowledge who has since become a cursed spirit of madness …
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Note: There’s a telepathic communication link between Jin-Woo and all the members, you can incorporate these little aspects into your reply as the Predators face off with you. Four has dispatched so thus far, two on Sasuke, two on Yingzi.
June 29, 2025 at 3:36 AM
Note: There’s a telepathic communication link between Jin-Woo and all the members, you can incorporate these little aspects into your reply as the Predators face off with you. Four has dispatched so thus far, two on Sasuke, two on Yingzi.
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Operation Snake Eater.
Something that moved when the wind did — and stopped when Snake did. It was as if the jungle camouflaged in snow had grown eyes. The battle-hardened survivalist, unslung his suppressed sidearm in silence, but kept it low — this was a conversation.
Something that moved when the wind did — and stopped when Snake did. It was as if the jungle camouflaged in snow had grown eyes. The battle-hardened survivalist, unslung his suppressed sidearm in silence, but kept it low — this was a conversation.
June 29, 2025 at 6:52 AM
Operation Snake Eater.
Something that moved when the wind did — and stopped when Snake did. It was as if the jungle camouflaged in snow had grown eyes. The battle-hardened survivalist, unslung his suppressed sidearm in silence, but kept it low — this was a conversation.
Something that moved when the wind did — and stopped when Snake did. It was as if the jungle camouflaged in snow had grown eyes. The battle-hardened survivalist, unslung his suppressed sidearm in silence, but kept it low — this was a conversation.
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ㅤㅤ“ 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝗻.ᐣ ”
ㅤㅤShe—𝑰𝒕—spoke, instead of Yingzi. An ancient evil that rivaled none.
#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤShe—𝑰𝒕—spoke, instead of Yingzi. An ancient evil that rivaled none.
#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪
ㅤㅤ
June 29, 2025 at 10:09 AM
ㅤㅤ“ 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝗻.ᐣ ”
ㅤㅤShe—𝑰𝒕—spoke, instead of Yingzi. An ancient evil that rivaled none.
#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤShe—𝑰𝒕—spoke, instead of Yingzi. An ancient evil that rivaled none.
#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪
ㅤㅤ
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Big Boss normally only takes one time contracts but this group could be of interest . Boarding a helicopter he headed towards the base of this new partnertship with MSF .
Snake has joined #𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍 !
Snake has joined #𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍 !
June 29, 2025 at 3:15 AM
Big Boss normally only takes one time contracts but this group could be of interest . Boarding a helicopter he headed towards the base of this new partnertship with MSF .
Snake has joined #𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍 !
Snake has joined #𝐀𝐇𝐉𝐈𝐍 !
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would make sure they know he means business .
He was completely flat on his stomach with all his body covered in snow . The only visible thing about him was his rifle , eyepatch , and the breath of cold air .
‘ Come to me Prey . . . ‘
He muttered to himself quietly .
#AHJIN / #DREADHARROW
He was completely flat on his stomach with all his body covered in snow . The only visible thing about him was his rifle , eyepatch , and the breath of cold air .
‘ Come to me Prey . . . ‘
He muttered to himself quietly .
#AHJIN / #DREADHARROW
July 1, 2025 at 3:35 AM
would make sure they know he means business .
He was completely flat on his stomach with all his body covered in snow . The only visible thing about him was his rifle , eyepatch , and the breath of cold air .
‘ Come to me Prey . . . ‘
He muttered to himself quietly .
#AHJIN / #DREADHARROW
He was completely flat on his stomach with all his body covered in snow . The only visible thing about him was his rifle , eyepatch , and the breath of cold air .
‘ Come to me Prey . . . ‘
He muttered to himself quietly .
#AHJIN / #DREADHARROW
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In the end, the world did not
fall. It confessed. Not in words,
in silence. The kind that follows
after all the holy men are gone,
and only the truth remains,
scorched into the stone by the
hand of the one who was never
meant to rise.
In the end, the world did not
fall. It confessed. Not in words,
in silence. The kind that follows
after all the holy men are gone,
and only the truth remains,
scorched into the stone by the
hand of the one who was never
meant to rise.
April 23, 2025 at 5:10 AM
In the end, the world did not
fall. It confessed. Not in words,
in silence. The kind that follows
after all the holy men are gone,
and only the truth remains,
scorched into the stone by the
hand of the one who was never
meant to rise.
In the end, the world did not
fall. It confessed. Not in words,
in silence. The kind that follows
after all the holy men are gone,
and only the truth remains,
scorched into the stone by the
hand of the one who was never
meant to rise.
Reposted by shin - garō.
#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 ❫
#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 ❫
June 23, 2025 at 3:59 AM
#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 ❫
#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 ❫
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May 18, 2025 at 2:03 AM
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𝐈𝐍 A͜͡ ℘𝓞𝓞ꪶ Ø₣
𝓨𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝘖͟𝘞͟𝘕͟ 𝕭͜𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳.
𝕯𝐈𝐎 v╱s 𝕵𝗜𝗡-𝗪𝗢𝗢.
Remastered.
𝐈𝐍 A͜͡ ℘𝓞𝓞ꪶ Ø₣
𝓨𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝘖͟𝘞͟𝘕͟ 𝕭͜𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳.
𝕯𝐈𝐎 v╱s 𝕵𝗜𝗡-𝗪𝗢𝗢.
Remastered.
May 12, 2025 at 6:40 PM
𝐈𝐍 A͜͡ ℘𝓞𝓞ꪶ Ø₣
𝓨𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝘖͟𝘞͟𝘕͟ 𝕭͜𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳.
𝕯𝐈𝐎 v╱s 𝕵𝗜𝗡-𝗪𝗢𝗢.
Remastered.
𝐈𝐍 A͜͡ ℘𝓞𝓞ꪶ Ø₣
𝓨𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝘖͟𝘞͟𝘕͟ 𝕭͜𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳.
𝕯𝐈𝐎 v╱s 𝕵𝗜𝗡-𝗪𝗢𝗢.
Remastered.
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— blades disputing dominion. His weapon submitted when the bond between hand and hilt momentarily sundered、as if it had forgotten its master’s command.
🗯️ : She didn’t break my blade、she overruled it. Like my darkness had been told to kneel.
#𝘼𝙃𝙅𝙄𝙉 ༒ #𝖲𝖧𝖠𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖱𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖧
🗯️ : She didn’t break my blade、she overruled it. Like my darkness had been told to kneel.
#𝘼𝙃𝙅𝙄𝙉 ༒ #𝖲𝖧𝖠𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖱𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖧
April 26, 2025 at 7:54 AM
— blades disputing dominion. His weapon submitted when the bond between hand and hilt momentarily sundered、as if it had forgotten its master’s command.
🗯️ : She didn’t break my blade、she overruled it. Like my darkness had been told to kneel.
#𝘼𝙃𝙅𝙄𝙉 ༒ #𝖲𝖧𝖠𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖱𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖧
🗯️ : She didn’t break my blade、she overruled it. Like my darkness had been told to kneel.
#𝘼𝙃𝙅𝙄𝙉 ༒ #𝖲𝖧𝖠𝖣𝖮𝖶𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖱𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖧
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— It was laid、like a burial cloth over a gilded corpse. Jin-Woo said softly, voice dark as a tomb that sings only to the dead whilst striding forward、his penumbra yawns across the earth alike a tide devouring coastline.
“ Let’s see what bleeds first、your
history —— or your 𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑪𝒀. ”
“ Let’s see what bleeds first、your
history —— or your 𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑪𝒀. ”
April 24, 2025 at 3:54 AM
— It was laid、like a burial cloth over a gilded corpse. Jin-Woo said softly, voice dark as a tomb that sings only to the dead whilst striding forward、his penumbra yawns across the earth alike a tide devouring coastline.
“ Let’s see what bleeds first、your
history —— or your 𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑪𝒀. ”
“ Let’s see what bleeds first、your
history —— or your 𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑪𝒀. ”
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𝑾hen 𝑲ings 𝑴eet 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑫
A sky like torn parchment. A world
unfit to hold two thrones ——
A sky like torn parchment. A world
unfit to hold two thrones ——
April 24, 2025 at 3:54 AM
𝑾hen 𝑲ings 𝑴eet 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑫
A sky like torn parchment. A world
unfit to hold two thrones ——
A sky like torn parchment. A world
unfit to hold two thrones ——
Reposted by shin - garō.
April 24, 2025 at 12:29 AM
In the end, the world did not
fall. It confessed. Not in words,
in silence. The kind that follows
after all the holy men are gone,
and only the truth remains,
scorched into the stone by the
hand of the one who was never
meant to rise.
In the end, the world did not
fall. It confessed. Not in words,
in silence. The kind that follows
after all the holy men are gone,
and only the truth remains,
scorched into the stone by the
hand of the one who was never
meant to rise.
April 23, 2025 at 5:10 AM
In the end, the world did not
fall. It confessed. Not in words,
in silence. The kind that follows
after all the holy men are gone,
and only the truth remains,
scorched into the stone by the
hand of the one who was never
meant to rise.
In the end, the world did not
fall. It confessed. Not in words,
in silence. The kind that follows
after all the holy men are gone,
and only the truth remains,
scorched into the stone by the
hand of the one who was never
meant to rise.
He moved through the world like plague in human skin, unseen, unstoppable, and unrepentant. Where he walked, monuments cracked. Where he struck, dogma shattered.
He moved through the world like plague in human skin, unseen, unstoppable, and unrepentant. Where he walked, monuments cracked. Where he struck, dogma shattered.
April 23, 2025 at 5:10 AM
He moved through the world like plague in human skin, unseen, unstoppable, and unrepentant. Where he walked, monuments cracked. Where he struck, dogma shattered.
He moved through the world like plague in human skin, unseen, unstoppable, and unrepentant. Where he walked, monuments cracked. Where he struck, dogma shattered.
They called him monster. Devil. Heretic. Even devils are born from heaven’s hypocrisy. Garō was the unanswered prayer of the 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙎𝘼𝙆𝙀𝙉, the voice of every child told that strength belonged only to the chosen.
They called him monster. Devil. Heretic. Even devils are born from heaven’s hypocrisy. Garō was the unanswered prayer of the 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙎𝘼𝙆𝙀𝙉, the voice of every child told that strength belonged only to the chosen.
April 23, 2025 at 5:10 AM
They called him monster. Devil. Heretic. Even devils are born from heaven’s hypocrisy. Garō was the unanswered prayer of the 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙎𝘼𝙆𝙀𝙉, the voice of every child told that strength belonged only to the chosen.
They called him monster. Devil. Heretic. Even devils are born from heaven’s hypocrisy. Garō was the unanswered prayer of the 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙎𝘼𝙆𝙀𝙉, the voice of every child told that strength belonged only to the chosen.
A truth soaked in blood and scorn, the kind they buried beneath parades and propaganda. Each hero who fell before him was not a victory, but a sermon, another line in the sacred scripture he carved with his fists. He was not a sinner. He was the 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 for sin.
A truth soaked in blood and scorn, the kind they buried beneath parades and propaganda. Each hero who fell before him was not a victory, but a sermon, another line in the sacred scripture he carved with his fists. He was not a sinner. He was the 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 for sin.
April 23, 2025 at 5:10 AM
A truth soaked in blood and scorn, the kind they buried beneath parades and propaganda. Each hero who fell before him was not a victory, but a sermon, another line in the sacred scripture he carved with his fists. He was not a sinner. He was the 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 for sin.
A truth soaked in blood and scorn, the kind they buried beneath parades and propaganda. Each hero who fell before him was not a victory, but a sermon, another line in the sacred scripture he carved with his fists. He was not a sinner. He was the 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 for sin.
Something holier than the gods they worshiped in uniforms. He was revelation given breath. The reckoning they prayed would never come. His body was carved in the shape of wrath, but his soul burned with the clarity of the condemned. He did not seek conquest. He sought 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.
Something holier than the gods they worshiped in uniforms. He was revelation given breath. The reckoning they prayed would never come. His body was carved in the shape of wrath, but his soul burned with the clarity of the condemned. He did not seek conquest. He sought 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.
April 23, 2025 at 5:10 AM
Something holier than the gods they worshiped in uniforms. He was revelation given breath. The reckoning they prayed would never come. His body was carved in the shape of wrath, but his soul burned with the clarity of the condemned. He did not seek conquest. He sought 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.
Something holier than the gods they worshiped in uniforms. He was revelation given breath. The reckoning they prayed would never come. His body was carved in the shape of wrath, but his soul burned with the clarity of the condemned. He did not seek conquest. He sought 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.
The people looked to the heavens, found them silent. The heroes, once praised as angels in capes, stood paralyzed, their halos dimmed by the shadow that walked from the smoke. Garō emerged, no longer the boy, no longer the hunted beast, but something older than vengeance.
The people looked to the heavens, found them silent. The heroes, once praised as angels in capes, stood paralyzed, their halos dimmed by the shadow that walked from the smoke. Garō emerged, no longer the boy, no longer the hunted beast, but something older than vengeance.
April 23, 2025 at 5:10 AM
The people looked to the heavens, found them silent. The heroes, once praised as angels in capes, stood paralyzed, their halos dimmed by the shadow that walked from the smoke. Garō emerged, no longer the boy, no longer the hunted beast, but something older than vengeance.
The people looked to the heavens, found them silent. The heroes, once praised as angels in capes, stood paralyzed, their halos dimmed by the shadow that walked from the smoke. Garō emerged, no longer the boy, no longer the hunted beast, but something older than vengeance.
any 𝒔𝒊𝒏 slow, deliberate, suffocating.
The 𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙚𝙨 of vindication * ——— rose skyward, not to purify, to accuse. Each coil of smoke was a scripture torn from the hands of the righteous, each flicker of ash a name struck from the Book of False Saints.
any 𝒔𝒊𝒏 slow, deliberate, suffocating.
The 𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙚𝙨 of vindication * ——— rose skyward, not to purify, to accuse. Each coil of smoke was a scripture torn from the hands of the righteous, each flicker of ash a name struck from the Book of False Saints.
April 23, 2025 at 5:10 AM
any 𝒔𝒊𝒏 slow, deliberate, suffocating.
The 𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙚𝙨 of vindication * ——— rose skyward, not to purify, to accuse. Each coil of smoke was a scripture torn from the hands of the righteous, each flicker of ash a name struck from the Book of False Saints.
any 𝒔𝒊𝒏 slow, deliberate, suffocating.
The 𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙚𝙨 of vindication * ——— rose skyward, not to purify, to accuse. Each coil of smoke was a scripture torn from the hands of the righteous, each flicker of ash a name struck from the Book of False Saints.
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
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
April 23, 2025 at 5:10 AM
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
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
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/ Little revamp is in order.
April 8, 2025 at 1:48 PM
/ Little revamp is in order.