⠀ ⠀ ❝ ⠀ I ain’t too fond of sad stories. ⠀❞
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 & 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝟐𝟏+ .ᐟ
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀『 ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ™️』
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Ice-blue hues focus on the moon above. With each exhale a thin cloud can be seen, evidence that frigid winter weather has arrived. He doesn’t mind the cold, continuing his nightly stroll. Karakura Town was quite peaceful this time of night, devoid of the day time bustle.
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Ice-blue hues focus on the moon above. With each exhale a thin cloud can be seen, evidence that frigid winter weather has arrived. He doesn’t mind the cold, continuing his nightly stroll. Karakura Town was quite peaceful this time of night, devoid of the day time bustle.
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Soaking in Urahara’s hot springs. His body ached beyond belief, but the scalding water was helping exponentially. Training had been tough from the start, however, it’s been getting even more intense as of late, not that he’s complaining. After all, he asked for the toughest —
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Soaking in Urahara’s hot springs. His body ached beyond belief, but the scalding water was helping exponentially. Training had been tough from the start, however, it’s been getting even more intense as of late, not that he’s complaining. After all, he asked for the toughest —
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As the sun sets it basks the hebi in its final rays. Slitted eyes cast their attention toward the horizon, watching the earth seemingly swallow the sun whole. Gin was taking a break from his training and waiting on dinner to be ready. Thankfully Tessai was cooking, not Urahara.
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As the sun sets it basks the hebi in its final rays. Slitted eyes cast their attention toward the horizon, watching the earth seemingly swallow the sun whole. Gin was taking a break from his training and waiting on dinner to be ready. Thankfully Tessai was cooking, not Urahara.
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Yawns, maw parting wide. Svelte digits run through disheveled locks, scratching at scalp. The ophidian is awake, lanky figure slipping out of bed. Phantom pains shoot up what’s left of his arm, wincing as he makes his way to the kitchen for some morning tea.
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Yawns, maw parting wide. Svelte digits run through disheveled locks, scratching at scalp. The ophidian is awake, lanky figure slipping out of bed. Phantom pains shoot up what’s left of his arm, wincing as he makes his way to the kitchen for some morning tea.
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝓁ove’s the —— ღ
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ funeral⠀of⠀hearts.⠀
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝓁ove’s the —— ღ
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ funeral⠀of⠀hearts.⠀
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Beneath the watchful eye of the pale moon, Gin returns the stare. Silver tresses glinting in paled light. Single arm reaching for what he knows he’ll never grasp. Heart aching for 𝙝𝙚𝙧, as broken as his recovering body. Slender arm falls, digits now running along —
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Beneath the watchful eye of the pale moon, Gin returns the stare. Silver tresses glinting in paled light. Single arm reaching for what he knows he’ll never grasp. Heart aching for 𝙝𝙚𝙧, as broken as his recovering body. Slender arm falls, digits now running along —
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⠀ ⠀ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 me tell you. 𝐈𝐓 is so that I may 𝖘hatter your 𝓫lade, your 𝓼oul, and your 𝓯lesh . . . 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 . . .
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝖁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐈
⠀ ⠀. . . 𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐀 - 𝐍𝐎 - 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 .
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⠀ ⠀ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 me tell you. 𝐈𝐓 is so that I may 𝖘hatter your 𝓫lade, your 𝓼oul, and your 𝓯lesh . . . 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 . . .
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⠀ ⠀. . . 𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐀 - 𝐍𝐎 - 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 .
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