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A Rhetorical question indeed, one she already knew the answer to — another reason why she would be better off casting aside her encroaching thoughts and sink deeper into the considerate strokes of her hair. Why keep him up? -
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⠀⠀Slender digits find her silken tresses, running through them in gentle, caressing motions.
⠀⠀"Fufu, do you know me to ever sleep?" He teased in a tired voice, a slight groggy slur to his words.
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Nuzzled in his neck, svelte digits trace his chest vertically. Usually she’d return so late in the night that transforming back into her true flesh was unnecessary, making his bedside her comforter. But tonight, she longed for touch, for warmth, and for him.
“Habibi. . . Are you asleep yet?”
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A Rhetorical question indeed, one she already knew the answer to — another reason why she would be better off casting aside her encroaching thoughts and sink deeper into the considerate strokes of her hair. Why keep him up? -
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—— 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩, & 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨: 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, & 𝙬𝙖𝙧 .ᐟ
⠀⠀⠀╰──╮ #𝕾𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝕲𝐀𝐌𝐈 ╭──╯
⠀⠀⠀𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ —— 𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 .ᐟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #bleachrp & #mvrp
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ™
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—— 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩, & 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨: 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, & 𝙬𝙖𝙧 .ᐟ
⠀⠀⠀╰──╮ #𝕾𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝕲𝐀𝐌𝐈 ╭──╯
⠀⠀⠀𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ —— 𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 .ᐟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #bleachrp & #mvrp
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ™
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Nuzzled in his neck, svelte digits trace his chest vertically. Usually she’d return so late in the night that transforming back into her true flesh was unnecessary, making his bedside her comforter. But tonight, she longed for touch, for warmth, and for him.
“Habibi. . . Are you asleep yet?”
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⠀⠀A grin spreads across tired visage. It had been quite awhile since they had alone time together. With the shop's daily bustle, his research, and her galavanting off to God knows where, they hardly see each other. But, when they are together, everything feels ... serene. He feels at peace.
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Nuzzled in his neck, svelte digits trace his chest vertically. Usually she’d return so late in the night that transforming back into her true flesh was unnecessary, making his bedside her comforter. But tonight, she longed for touch, for warmth, and for him.
“Habibi. . . Are you asleep yet?”
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Snuggly nestled inside of her homely cat cave the whiskered feline stretched her stifled muscles —wringing her flexible physiology to such extents, that her tiny bones crackled and rejuvenated an otherwise drowsy decorum, in addition to an ill-temper. -
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Snuggly nestled inside of her homely cat cave the whiskered feline stretched her stifled muscles —wringing her flexible physiology to such extents, that her tiny bones crackled and rejuvenated an otherwise drowsy decorum, in addition to an ill-temper. -
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𝐓he 𝒞rime of betraying one's 𝒞ountry, especially by attempting to 𝐊ill the 𝕾overeign or 𝒪verthrow the 𝓖overnment.
時間は絶えずあなたに追いつこうとします。そして轟音とともにそれはあなたを圧倒します。先を見ないでください。希望は背後から迫る予期せぬ流れの中にのみある。
#BLEACH
𝐓he 𝒞rime of betraying one's 𝒞ountry, especially by attempting to 𝐊ill the 𝕾overeign or 𝒪verthrow the 𝓖overnment.
時間は絶えずあなたに追いつこうとします。そして轟音とともにそれはあなたを圧倒します。先を見ないでください。希望は背後から迫る予期せぬ流れの中にのみある。
#BLEACH
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Leans into his touch, nuzzling his lap and milking all the attention she’d get out of him before he disregards her for some machination or preposterous gizmos.
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Runs slender digits through @ebonythundercat.bsky.social’s silken tresses. Kisuke was lost in thought, movements on autopilot.
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Leans into his touch, nuzzling his lap and milking all the attention she’d get out of him before he disregards her for some machination or preposterous gizmos.
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Crawls from underneath a sleeping Jinta and Ururu. Kids return from college and think they can freeload. Her heightened sense of smell is overloaded by some mysterious goodies coming from the downstairs area — it’s a far cry from how it usually smells, what with Kisukes odor. >
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Whipping up a storm in the kitchen. The smell of breakfast permeating the shop. Hopefully the scent of delicious food is enough to rouse @ebonythundercat.bsky.social from her cat-nap.
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Crawls from underneath a sleeping Jinta and Ururu. Kids return from college and think they can freeload. Her heightened sense of smell is overloaded by some mysterious goodies coming from the downstairs area — it’s a far cry from how it usually smells, what with Kisukes odor. >
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ senbonzakura ( 千本桜 )
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝓽𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝓬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝓫𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙨
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ #bleachrp
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ senbonzakura ( 千本桜 )
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝓽𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝓬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝓫𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙨
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ #bleachrp
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱
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𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐮 𝟏:𝟏𝟑
❝To die is to have lived. And to have lived is to die. All things must come to an end. That is an inevitability. Do not fear the end. Embrace it. For that is what we have lived for, is it not?❞
𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐮 𝟏:𝟏𝟑
❝To die is to have lived. And to have lived is to die. All things must come to an end. That is an inevitability. Do not fear the end. Embrace it. For that is what we have lived for, is it not?❞
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