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@tamashihari.bsky.social
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Pinned
He doesn’t even flinch. This is like the sixth or seventh time he’s needed limb reattachment anyway.
“Show me. Does it kill anything?”
“Show me. Does it kill anything?”
February 5, 2025 at 10:03 PM
He doesn’t even flinch. This is like the sixth or seventh time he’s needed limb reattachment anyway.
“Show me. Does it kill anything?”
“Show me. Does it kill anything?”
He doesn’t flinch or wince or pay any real mind to the re-attachment of his hand. It’s not the first time it’s been lopped off.
“Any new projects?”
“Any new projects?”
February 5, 2025 at 9:06 AM
He doesn’t flinch or wince or pay any real mind to the re-attachment of his hand. It’s not the first time it’s been lopped off.
“Any new projects?”
“Any new projects?”
He quietly sits up, arm extended with the severed end of his wrist pointing towards the stumpy end of his arm. “They’re fun to play with. They think they’re so important… and I prove them wrong.”
February 5, 2025 at 8:35 AM
He quietly sits up, arm extended with the severed end of his wrist pointing towards the stumpy end of his arm. “They’re fun to play with. They think they’re so important… and I prove them wrong.”
He shakes his head. “Nah. ‘Sides more rejects to dispose of.”
February 5, 2025 at 8:16 AM
He shakes his head. “Nah. ‘Sides more rejects to dispose of.”
He hesitates for a moment. “I mean… my hand ain’t on right…”
February 5, 2025 at 6:58 AM
He hesitates for a moment. “I mean… my hand ain’t on right…”
Pulls @luppiantenor.bsky.social into his arms and brushes their hair idly.
February 5, 2025 at 6:28 AM
Pulls @luppiantenor.bsky.social into his arms and brushes their hair idly.
I’m so booooooored I wanna 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘭𝘭𝘭𝘭 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙞𝙞𝙞𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙣𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙜𝙜𝙜…….
February 5, 2025 at 6:20 AM
I’m so booooooored I wanna 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘭𝘭𝘭𝘭 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙞𝙞𝙞𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙣𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙜𝙜𝙜…….
Staring at him upside-down from atop one of his lab tables. “Why you mavin’ that face?”
February 5, 2025 at 6:19 AM
Staring at him upside-down from atop one of his lab tables. “Why you mavin’ that face?”
He winces at the needles shoved into the end of his stumpy former hand. “If you think we feel things when they’re dismembered, we don’t.” So. 𝙊𝙬.
January 23, 2025 at 5:12 AM
He winces at the needles shoved into the end of his stumpy former hand. “If you think we feel things when they’re dismembered, we don’t.” So. 𝙊𝙬.
He frowns, shrugging one shoulder. “Ain’t a Hollow. It’s probably that.”
January 23, 2025 at 4:40 AM
He frowns, shrugging one shoulder. “Ain’t a Hollow. It’s probably that.”
He sighs and nuzzles back, eyes fluttering closed as he practically curls into the Pantera’s lap. He’s spent all day in his tests with Aizen…
And all he knows is that 𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖 will keep him safe.
And all he knows is that 𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖 will keep him safe.
“ Mi amor . . . ”
Nuzzling his cheek against the other’s . His most intimate gesture .
Nuzzling his cheek against the other’s . His most intimate gesture .
Biting his shoulder back. “Pantera…”
January 23, 2025 at 2:39 AM
He sighs and nuzzles back, eyes fluttering closed as he practically curls into the Pantera’s lap. He’s spent all day in his tests with Aizen…
And all he knows is that 𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖 will keep him safe.
And all he knows is that 𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖 will keep him safe.
Biting his shoulder back. “Pantera…”
biting his shoulder playfully .
Flops on @sextapantera.bsky.social
January 23, 2025 at 2:22 AM
Biting his shoulder back. “Pantera…”
He huffs. “No…” Which isn’t exactly true but the few liquors the Arrancar have are different for the Shinigami here.
January 23, 2025 at 1:29 AM
He huffs. “No…” Which isn’t exactly true but the few liquors the Arrancar have are different for the Shinigami here.
Without a second’s hesitation he swings the blade down on his hand—
—and the limb is hacked off with a sickening 𝙏𝙃𝙒𝙊𝙋!
—and the limb is hacked off with a sickening 𝙏𝙃𝙒𝙊𝙋!
January 23, 2025 at 12:26 AM
Without a second’s hesitation he swings the blade down on his hand—
—and the limb is hacked off with a sickening 𝙏𝙃𝙒𝙊𝙋!
—and the limb is hacked off with a sickening 𝙏𝙃𝙒𝙊𝙋!
He nods… then stops. “You’ll put it back on, yeah?”
January 22, 2025 at 11:05 PM
He nods… then stops. “You’ll put it back on, yeah?”
“Mm.” His universal answer for things he doesn’t quite understand. “Well… stay.”
ㅤ' ... because i remember what that was like. '
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and though harpy boys, were more prized than girls - she'd not uphold that tradition. she'd not lift one child higher, simply by the way they formed and hatched.
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ㅤ' i will not give them anything less than what they deserve. '
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and though harpy boys, were more prized than girls - she'd not uphold that tradition. she'd not lift one child higher, simply by the way they formed and hatched.
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ㅤ' i will not give them anything less than what they deserve. '
He tilts his head to the side. She won’t love the stronger one—the one more likely to live—more…?
“… Why?”
“… Why?”
January 22, 2025 at 7:59 PM
“Mm.” His universal answer for things he doesn’t quite understand. “Well… stay.”
He tilts his head to the side. She won’t love the stronger one—the one more likely to live—more…?
“… Why?”
“… Why?”
' They will not be abandoned, or shunned, or raised by another woman. Even if they're not identical, I will love them the same.'
“Equality doesn’t exist. There is always someone or something stronger.”
January 22, 2025 at 7:46 PM
He tilts his head to the side. She won’t love the stronger one—the one more likely to live—more…?
“… Why?”
“… Why?”
“Equality doesn’t exist. There is always someone or something stronger.”
' No.'
Not if she could help it. Asteria whines, Celeste quick to tend.
' They'll be equals. I could never do, what was done to me. '
Not if she could help it. Asteria whines, Celeste quick to tend.
' They'll be equals. I could never do, what was done to me. '
He nods once. He doesn’t despair her for her choice. In his eyes, she made the correct choice. She proved her worth to live by winning.
“Mm. Will these two fight then?”
“Mm. Will these two fight then?”
January 22, 2025 at 7:39 PM
“Equality doesn’t exist. There is always someone or something stronger.”
He nods once. He doesn’t despair her for her choice. In his eyes, she made the correct choice. She proved her worth to live by winning.
“Mm. Will these two fight then?”
“Mm. Will these two fight then?”
' ... What some deem mercy, others deem evil. I don't ... agree, but I understand. This world is cruel, and terrifying ... so much like home. '
Fingers curl into light fists.
' ... it was either him, or me. our parents... chose him. I was dying. it wasn't what I wanted...'
Fingers curl into light fists.
' ... it was either him, or me. our parents... chose him. I was dying. it wasn't what I wanted...'
Oh. He blinks once. “I wanted to spare them. My sisters. They would not have survived their first Hollow. Better my blade than a mindless killer. But everyone calls me the mindless killer for doing it.”
January 22, 2025 at 6:54 PM
He nods once. He doesn’t despair her for her choice. In his eyes, she made the correct choice. She proved her worth to live by winning.
“Mm. Will these two fight then?”
“Mm. Will these two fight then?”
Oh. He blinks once. “I wanted to spare them. My sisters. They would not have survived their first Hollow. Better my blade than a mindless killer. But everyone calls me the mindless killer for doing it.”
She swallows thickly, claws moving to rest atop flat, wooden slat, digits curling in some mild anxiety.
She hated thinking about it.
She could still hear that wet, vile crunch of his skeleton collapsing in.
' ... as did I. I needed - wanted- to survive... more than anything..'
She hated thinking about it.
She could still hear that wet, vile crunch of his skeleton collapsing in.
' ... as did I. I needed - wanted- to survive... more than anything..'
He nods quietly. “I had little sisters. But I killed them.”
January 22, 2025 at 6:29 PM
Oh. He blinks once. “I wanted to spare them. My sisters. They would not have survived their first Hollow. Better my blade than a mindless killer. But everyone calls me the mindless killer for doing it.”
He nods quietly. “I had little sisters. But I killed them.”
' ..A boy. Which is... almost painfully humorous. I had a brother once, too.
But, I don't now... so, I worry.'
Too much, she could not admit.
But, I don't now... so, I worry.'
Too much, she could not admit.
He shrugs. “What are they?”
January 22, 2025 at 6:25 PM
He nods quietly. “I had little sisters. But I killed them.”
He shrugs. “What are they?”
' ... I'm trying. Her and her soon to be sibling.. I'm trying.
I'm... appreciative. Tired, but appreciative. '
I'm... appreciative. Tired, but appreciative. '
He shrugs. His view of the world and how it turns is very different.
“Give that hatchling a chance. Stay here.”
“Give that hatchling a chance. Stay here.”
January 22, 2025 at 6:07 PM
He shrugs. “What are they?”
He shrugs. His view of the world and how it turns is very different.
“Give that hatchling a chance. Stay here.”
“Give that hatchling a chance. Stay here.”
' ... suffering, did not make me strong. it made me afraid to sleep. unable to eat. unable to trust. much of that Is better, than it was, but still... shows itself. '
her head bows, sigh expelled tempered. even.
'I'm made of different mettle, I suppose. '
her head bows, sigh expelled tempered. even.
'I'm made of different mettle, I suppose. '
“Suffering builds strength. Strength is the only thing worth measuring in life. Separates the living from the dead.”
He nods to the thing she has tucked in safe, kept warm. “Can’t prove your strength if you don’t live long enough to try.”
He nods to the thing she has tucked in safe, kept warm. “Can’t prove your strength if you don’t live long enough to try.”
January 22, 2025 at 5:53 PM
He shrugs. His view of the world and how it turns is very different.
“Give that hatchling a chance. Stay here.”
“Give that hatchling a chance. Stay here.”
“Suffering builds strength. Strength is the only thing worth measuring in life. Separates the living from the dead.”
He nods to the thing she has tucked in safe, kept warm. “Can’t prove your strength if you don’t live long enough to try.”
He nods to the thing she has tucked in safe, kept warm. “Can’t prove your strength if you don’t live long enough to try.”
' ... I'm sorry to hear that ... '
In a way, she understood. However, as deep in the well of sadness she had been in, she'd rather not dwell.
' I don't think anyone should have to suffer ... there's just ... solutions, in most cases... I'd like to think, anyway. '
In a way, she understood. However, as deep in the well of sadness she had been in, she'd rather not dwell.
' I don't think anyone should have to suffer ... there's just ... solutions, in most cases... I'd like to think, anyway. '
“Not even my home.” He shrugs. “They use that thing like shackles. They weaken me, then give me comfort for the suffering they caused. I’d rather suffer.”
January 22, 2025 at 5:49 PM
“Suffering builds strength. Strength is the only thing worth measuring in life. Separates the living from the dead.”
He nods to the thing she has tucked in safe, kept warm. “Can’t prove your strength if you don’t live long enough to try.”
He nods to the thing she has tucked in safe, kept warm. “Can’t prove your strength if you don’t live long enough to try.”