𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝒀𝑨𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑼
@chidamariken.bsky.social
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we are heralding a 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 , @serration.bsky.social .
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we are heralding a 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 , @serration.bsky.social .
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“ you will never know ordinary peace, ” comes her assured curse , her accursed blessing that washes over him like the blood pool that she graced his sights , his form , and his soul with. “ not when you've melded yourself with me , forever. ”
“ you will never know ordinary peace, ” comes her assured curse , her accursed blessing that washes over him like the blood pool that she graced his sights , his form , and his soul with. “ not when you've melded yourself with me , forever. ”
May 10, 2025 at 4:44 AM
“ you will never know ordinary peace, ” comes her assured curse , her accursed blessing that washes over him like the blood pool that she graced his sights , his form , and his soul with. “ not when you've melded yourself with me , forever. ”
“ you will never know ordinary peace, ” comes her assured curse , her accursed blessing that washes over him like the blood pool that she graced his sights , his form , and his soul with. “ not when you've melded yourself with me , forever. ”
restraint. that accursed word that she trained herself with , in order to honour whatever creed that preserved her to this day to prolong the joy of the kill. the joy of strength , the joy of feeling his fingertips return home to her collarbone.
restraint. that accursed word that she trained herself with , in order to honour whatever creed that preserved her to this day to prolong the joy of the kill. the joy of strength , the joy of feeling his fingertips return home to her collarbone.
May 10, 2025 at 4:44 AM
restraint. that accursed word that she trained herself with , in order to honour whatever creed that preserved her to this day to prolong the joy of the kill. the joy of strength , the joy of feeling his fingertips return home to her collarbone.
restraint. that accursed word that she trained herself with , in order to honour whatever creed that preserved her to this day to prolong the joy of the kill. the joy of strength , the joy of feeling his fingertips return home to her collarbone.
“ ... but you don't know that 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 , if we show what we know in the open. ”
“ ... but you don't know that 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 , if we show what we know in the open. ”
May 10, 2025 at 4:44 AM
“ ... but you don't know that 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 , if we show what we know in the open. ”
“ ... but you don't know that 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 , if we show what we know in the open. ”
a hitch of her breath , caught in the middle as it echoes within the enclosed training grounds , becomes much more sacred than the holiest of rituals. the scar that never heals , the scar that throbs at his voice whenever he is near ...
a hitch of her breath , caught in the middle as it echoes within the enclosed training grounds , becomes much more sacred than the holiest of rituals. the scar that never heals , the scar that throbs at his voice whenever he is near ...
May 10, 2025 at 4:44 AM
a hitch of her breath , caught in the middle as it echoes within the enclosed training grounds , becomes much more sacred than the holiest of rituals. the scar that never heals , the scar that throbs at his voice whenever he is near ...
a hitch of her breath , caught in the middle as it echoes within the enclosed training grounds , becomes much more sacred than the holiest of rituals. the scar that never heals , the scar that throbs at his voice whenever he is near ...
“ you thought myself changed, ” unohana muses , gently taking his brutish hands in her lithe one before having it press upon that scar ; that accursed , blessed scar , for him to feel under his fingertips. “ you agonized. you grieved. ”
“ you thought myself changed, ” unohana muses , gently taking his brutish hands in her lithe one before having it press upon that scar ; that accursed , blessed scar , for him to feel under his fingertips. “ you agonized. you grieved. ”
May 10, 2025 at 4:44 AM
“ you thought myself changed, ” unohana muses , gently taking his brutish hands in her lithe one before having it press upon that scar ; that accursed , blessed scar , for him to feel under his fingertips. “ you agonized. you grieved. ”
“ you thought myself changed, ” unohana muses , gently taking his brutish hands in her lithe one before having it press upon that scar ; that accursed , blessed scar , for him to feel under his fingertips. “ you agonized. you grieved. ”
“ that is what 𝐲𝐨𝐮 thought , zaraki, ” is what she says in response to his disappointment , before the deluge of the way he accurately understands what they are before the blood , the flesh torn asunder , the lives that cease to be.
“ that is what 𝐲𝐨𝐮 thought , zaraki, ” is what she says in response to his disappointment , before the deluge of the way he accurately understands what they are before the blood , the flesh torn asunder , the lives that cease to be.
May 10, 2025 at 4:44 AM
“ that is what 𝐲𝐨𝐮 thought , zaraki, ” is what she says in response to his disappointment , before the deluge of the way he accurately understands what they are before the blood , the flesh torn asunder , the lives that cease to be.
“ that is what 𝐲𝐨𝐮 thought , zaraki, ” is what she says in response to his disappointment , before the deluge of the way he accurately understands what they are before the blood , the flesh torn asunder , the lives that cease to be.
𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 , 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.
𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 , 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.
May 10, 2025 at 4:44 AM
𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 , 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.
𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 , 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.
“ did you ever have the semblance of that part of me having disappeared? ” comes empty , chilling tones. it's what she sounds best in , after all ; the tones that this man desires the most. “ my hands yearn to draw blood each day , zaraki. ”
“ did you ever have the semblance of that part of me having disappeared? ” comes empty , chilling tones. it's what she sounds best in , after all ; the tones that this man desires the most. “ my hands yearn to draw blood each day , zaraki. ”
May 9, 2025 at 6:36 AM
“ did you ever have the semblance of that part of me having disappeared? ” comes empty , chilling tones. it's what she sounds best in , after all ; the tones that this man desires the most. “ my hands yearn to draw blood each day , zaraki. ”
“ did you ever have the semblance of that part of me having disappeared? ” comes empty , chilling tones. it's what she sounds best in , after all ; the tones that this man desires the most. “ my hands yearn to draw blood each day , zaraki. ”
b̵̲͕͊u̷̥͙̅͘t̶̡͚̋͝ ̸̜̀ ̶̳͛ẖ̴͆͒o̶̹͇̐ẅ̵̲́̾ ̴̥͗͜ ̸̘̈h̶̼̗̏y̸̼̙͝p̶͙͊o̸̙͕̚c̴͇͊r̴̲͓̈́̈́i̸̢͉̒t̶͙̍͜í̸̼̒c̵͈͠a̴̧̭̅̎l̷̞̓̏.̸̱̮̌͝ ̴̯͙͒͝ ̸̖͌f̶̭̳͛e̵͈̙͊̕ḁ̸͊̀s̷̪̏̋t̷̨̥̎.̵̧͔̽́ ̴̧̒͜ ̴̬͂d̶̪͚͝e̵̟̞͋̓v̷͉̒̉ȏ̸̡u̴͙̾r̴͓͈̾̋.̵͍̾̋
b̵̲͕͊u̷̥͙̅͘t̶̡͚̋͝ ̸̜̀ ̶̳͛ẖ̴͆͒o̶̹͇̐ẅ̵̲́̾ ̴̥͗͜ ̸̘̈h̶̼̗̏y̸̼̙͝p̶͙͊o̸̙͕̚c̴͇͊r̴̲͓̈́̈́i̸̢͉̒t̶͙̍͜í̸̼̒c̵͈͠a̴̧̭̅̎l̷̞̓̏.̸̱̮̌͝ ̴̯͙͒͝ ̸̖͌f̶̭̳͛e̵͈̙͊̕ḁ̸͊̀s̷̪̏̋t̷̨̥̎.̵̧͔̽́ ̴̧̒͜ ̴̬͂d̶̪͚͝e̵̟̞͋̓v̷͉̒̉ȏ̸̡u̴͙̾r̴͓͈̾̋.̵͍̾̋
May 9, 2025 at 6:36 AM
b̵̲͕͊u̷̥͙̅͘t̶̡͚̋͝ ̸̜̀ ̶̳͛ẖ̴͆͒o̶̹͇̐ẅ̵̲́̾ ̴̥͗͜ ̸̘̈h̶̼̗̏y̸̼̙͝p̶͙͊o̸̙͕̚c̴͇͊r̴̲͓̈́̈́i̸̢͉̒t̶͙̍͜í̸̼̒c̵͈͠a̴̧̭̅̎l̷̞̓̏.̸̱̮̌͝ ̴̯͙͒͝ ̸̖͌f̶̭̳͛e̵͈̙͊̕ḁ̸͊̀s̷̪̏̋t̷̨̥̎.̵̧͔̽́ ̴̧̒͜ ̴̬͂d̶̪͚͝e̵̟̞͋̓v̷͉̒̉ȏ̸̡u̴͙̾r̴͓͈̾̋.̵͍̾̋
b̵̲͕͊u̷̥͙̅͘t̶̡͚̋͝ ̸̜̀ ̶̳͛ẖ̴͆͒o̶̹͇̐ẅ̵̲́̾ ̴̥͗͜ ̸̘̈h̶̼̗̏y̸̼̙͝p̶͙͊o̸̙͕̚c̴͇͊r̴̲͓̈́̈́i̸̢͉̒t̶͙̍͜í̸̼̒c̵͈͠a̴̧̭̅̎l̷̞̓̏.̸̱̮̌͝ ̴̯͙͒͝ ̸̖͌f̶̭̳͛e̵͈̙͊̕ḁ̸͊̀s̷̪̏̋t̷̨̥̎.̵̧͔̽́ ̴̧̒͜ ̴̬͂d̶̪͚͝e̵̟̞͋̓v̷͉̒̉ȏ̸̡u̴͙̾r̴͓͈̾̋.̵͍̾̋
a sword is sharp , but it will inevitably dull when it's used one too many times. restraint is hardly anything to be proud of , but it is that very patience that keeps a sword sharp at all times -- ever ready for the blood that awaits.
a sword is sharp , but it will inevitably dull when it's used one too many times. restraint is hardly anything to be proud of , but it is that very patience that keeps a sword sharp at all times -- ever ready for the blood that awaits.
May 9, 2025 at 6:36 AM
a sword is sharp , but it will inevitably dull when it's used one too many times. restraint is hardly anything to be proud of , but it is that very patience that keeps a sword sharp at all times -- ever ready for the blood that awaits.
a sword is sharp , but it will inevitably dull when it's used one too many times. restraint is hardly anything to be proud of , but it is that very patience that keeps a sword sharp at all times -- ever ready for the blood that awaits.
as if any of them wanted to be cured in the first place ; with her neck craning to accept the danger of his warmth , she's already made her decision to prioritize what they both so dearly need instead of outward proprieties.
yet , discipline.
as if any of them wanted to be cured in the first place ; with her neck craning to accept the danger of his warmth , she's already made her decision to prioritize what they both so dearly need instead of outward proprieties.
yet , discipline.
May 9, 2025 at 6:36 AM
as if any of them wanted to be cured in the first place ; with her neck craning to accept the danger of his warmth , she's already made her decision to prioritize what they both so dearly need instead of outward proprieties.
yet , discipline.
as if any of them wanted to be cured in the first place ; with her neck craning to accept the danger of his warmth , she's already made her decision to prioritize what they both so dearly need instead of outward proprieties.
yet , discipline.
Reposted by 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝒀𝑨𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑼
… ʜɪs ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss.
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April 15, 2025 at 1:24 AM
… ʜɪs ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss.
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so she regularly tells herself. not yet. 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵.
he wants her to admit her wrongs. he wants her to say something , anything , as she looks back at he who 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 her within her restraints.
“ then search for someone else. ”
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so she regularly tells herself. not yet. 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵.
he wants her to admit her wrongs. he wants her to say something , anything , as she looks back at he who 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 her within her restraints.
“ then search for someone else. ”
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February 21, 2025 at 2:13 AM
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so she regularly tells herself. not yet. 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵.
he wants her to admit her wrongs. he wants her to say something , anything , as she looks back at he who 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 her within her restraints.
“ then search for someone else. ”
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so she regularly tells herself. not yet. 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵.
he wants her to admit her wrongs. he wants her to say something , anything , as she looks back at he who 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 her within her restraints.
“ then search for someone else. ”
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ebony locks , silky as they pool down her ichor-stained 𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘳𝘪 , gather in slender hands to return to the veneer of mild grace that all knew ; fingers braid away as she binds her hair to its restrained fashion. it is not the time to indulge him.
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ebony locks , silky as they pool down her ichor-stained 𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘳𝘪 , gather in slender hands to return to the veneer of mild grace that all knew ; fingers braid away as she binds her hair to its restrained fashion. it is not the time to indulge him.
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February 21, 2025 at 2:13 AM
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ebony locks , silky as they pool down her ichor-stained 𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘳𝘪 , gather in slender hands to return to the veneer of mild grace that all knew ; fingers braid away as she binds her hair to its restrained fashion. it is not the time to indulge him.
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ebony locks , silky as they pool down her ichor-stained 𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘳𝘪 , gather in slender hands to return to the veneer of mild grace that all knew ; fingers braid away as she binds her hair to its restrained fashion. it is not the time to indulge him.
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the push and pull of having to be as they aren't ; one with the morals of a serpent , and the other with the ravenous hunger of a wolf , exchanging trysts like these in the pretense of training ( as if they needed more , that they lack! ).
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the push and pull of having to be as they aren't ; one with the morals of a serpent , and the other with the ravenous hunger of a wolf , exchanging trysts like these in the pretense of training ( as if they needed more , that they lack! ).
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February 21, 2025 at 2:13 AM
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the push and pull of having to be as they aren't ; one with the morals of a serpent , and the other with the ravenous hunger of a wolf , exchanging trysts like these in the pretense of training ( as if they needed more , that they lack! ).
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the push and pull of having to be as they aren't ; one with the morals of a serpent , and the other with the ravenous hunger of a wolf , exchanging trysts like these in the pretense of training ( as if they needed more , that they lack! ).
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