𝟭.
@loneprimera.bsky.social
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ All I ever wanted was to
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ fade without falling — to
⠀⠀be alone, without being abandoned.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ fade without falling — to
⠀⠀be alone, without being abandoned.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ❪ 𝗖 𝗢 𝗬 𝗢 𝗧 𝗘 𝗦 𝗧 𝗔 𝗥 𝗥 𝗞 ❫
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔𝗡 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀BLEACH.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ❪ 𝗖 𝗢 𝗬 𝗢 𝗧 𝗘 𝗦 𝗧 𝗔 𝗥 𝗥 𝗞 ❫
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔𝗡 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀BLEACH.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
May 17, 2025 at 4:17 AM
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ❪ 𝗖 𝗢 𝗬 𝗢 𝗧 𝗘 𝗦 𝗧 𝗔 𝗥 𝗥 𝗞 ❫
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔𝗡 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀BLEACH.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ❪ 𝗖 𝗢 𝗬 𝗢 𝗧 𝗘 𝗦 𝗧 𝗔 𝗥 𝗥 𝗞 ❫
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔𝗡 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀BLEACH.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
You know … esp*da really do
grind my gears , but I’m tired.
grind my gears , but I’m tired.
May 15, 2025 at 4:13 AM
You know … esp*da really do
grind my gears , but I’m tired.
grind my gears , but I’m tired.
His eyes, half-lidded but glowing
faintly now with a chill brilliance,
drifted toward Harribel. Then back
to Grimmjow.
〝⠀I’ll keep pulling the
trigger until one of us
stays down.⠀〞And behind him, another orb had already begun to form. But slower this time. Not from caution. From boredom—𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚.
faintly now with a chill brilliance,
drifted toward Harribel. Then back
to Grimmjow.
〝⠀I’ll keep pulling the
trigger until one of us
stays down.⠀〞And behind him, another orb had already begun to form. But slower this time. Not from caution. From boredom—𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚.
May 15, 2025 at 2:59 AM
His eyes, half-lidded but glowing
faintly now with a chill brilliance,
drifted toward Harribel. Then back
to Grimmjow.
〝⠀I’ll keep pulling the
trigger until one of us
stays down.⠀〞And behind him, another orb had already begun to form. But slower this time. Not from caution. From boredom—𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚.
faintly now with a chill brilliance,
drifted toward Harribel. Then back
to Grimmjow.
〝⠀I’ll keep pulling the
trigger until one of us
stays down.⠀〞And behind him, another orb had already begun to form. But slower this time. Not from caution. From boredom—𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚.
〝⠀I’m not the one who wants the throne, Grimmjow. I just don’t want to be dragged into another grave because someone else is clawing for a crown made of bones.⠀〞He turned slightly, lowering his arm.
… 〝⠀But if you
𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 want to do this …⠀〞
… 〝⠀But if you
𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 want to do this …⠀〞
May 15, 2025 at 2:59 AM
〝⠀I’m not the one who wants the throne, Grimmjow. I just don’t want to be dragged into another grave because someone else is clawing for a crown made of bones.⠀〞He turned slightly, lowering his arm.
… 〝⠀But if you
𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 want to do this …⠀〞
… 〝⠀But if you
𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 want to do this …⠀〞
Grimmjow’s reiatsu clashed with it mid-air — cobalt rage against washed-out annihilation. The detonation didn’t crack like thunder. It rang — hollow and slow, as if the world had just remembered it, too, was tired. And when the winds cleared, Starrk stood alone,
May 15, 2025 at 2:59 AM
Grimmjow’s reiatsu clashed with it mid-air — cobalt rage against washed-out annihilation. The detonation didn’t crack like thunder. It rang — hollow and slow, as if the world had just remembered it, too, was tired. And when the winds cleared, Starrk stood alone,
〝⠀𝑪𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝑨𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒐,⠀〞he named it softly — a name not recorded in battle logs. A cero that had never needed to be used until now. A cero that meant: 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑖𝑡. And then — release.
May 15, 2025 at 2:51 AM
〝⠀𝑪𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝑨𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒐,⠀〞he named it softly — a name not recorded in battle logs. A cero that had never needed to be used until now. A cero that meant: 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑖𝑡. And then — release.
Only spiritual pressure rising like the tide — cold, melancholic, and cataclysmic. A low hum began to pulse from his palm, a murky, sea-glass-blue orb forming at its center. But this wasn’t a cero in name only — this was a 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮’𝘀 cero. The kind that didn’t boast. The kind that didn’t need to.
May 15, 2025 at 2:51 AM
Only spiritual pressure rising like the tide — cold, melancholic, and cataclysmic. A low hum began to pulse from his palm, a murky, sea-glass-blue orb forming at its center. But this wasn’t a cero in name only — this was a 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮’𝘀 cero. The kind that didn’t boast. The kind that didn’t need to.
Starrk hadn’t moved. His body remained upright, his arms still hanging at his sides like dead weight, his expression half-lidded with the kind of sorrowful detachment that couldn’t be faked. Not calm. Not passive. Just… done.
May 15, 2025 at 2:51 AM
Starrk hadn’t moved. His body remained upright, his arms still hanging at his sides like dead weight, his expression half-lidded with the kind of sorrowful detachment that couldn’t be faked. Not calm. Not passive. Just… done.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
〝⠀If you swing that thing… you
better be ready for 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 of us.⠀〞
The wind died. The hush before
the bite.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
〝⠀If you swing that thing… you
better be ready for 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 of us.⠀〞
The wind died. The hush before
the bite.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
May 12, 2025 at 10:00 PM
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
〝⠀If you swing that thing… you
better be ready for 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 of us.⠀〞
The wind died. The hush before
the bite.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
〝⠀If you swing that thing… you
better be ready for 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 of us.⠀〞
The wind died. The hush before
the bite.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
〝⠀ 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 still chasing a crown
that 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁. ⠀〞He looked at Halibel then—not for direction, not for alliance, but to share something in the unspoken: if this was happening, it wasn’t going to be clean. And back to Grimmjow, softer now, but dead serious.
that 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁. ⠀〞He looked at Halibel then—not for direction, not for alliance, but to share something in the unspoken: if this was happening, it wasn’t going to be clean. And back to Grimmjow, softer now, but dead serious.
May 12, 2025 at 10:00 PM
〝⠀ 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 still chasing a crown
that 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁. ⠀〞He looked at Halibel then—not for direction, not for alliance, but to share something in the unspoken: if this was happening, it wasn’t going to be clean. And back to Grimmjow, softer now, but dead serious.
that 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁. ⠀〞He looked at Halibel then—not for direction, not for alliance, but to share something in the unspoken: if this was happening, it wasn’t going to be clean. And back to Grimmjow, softer now, but dead serious.
but his 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 cracked, split, widened like the mouth of
something slumbering beneath
the throne.
〝⠀And you’re right,⠀〞he admitted,
head tilted, voice a notch quieter
now, like a secret spoken between
ghosts. 〝⠀𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢.⠀〞
something slumbering beneath
the throne.
〝⠀And you’re right,⠀〞he admitted,
head tilted, voice a notch quieter
now, like a secret spoken between
ghosts. 〝⠀𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢.⠀〞
May 12, 2025 at 10:00 PM
but his 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 cracked, split, widened like the mouth of
something slumbering beneath
the throne.
〝⠀And you’re right,⠀〞he admitted,
head tilted, voice a notch quieter
now, like a secret spoken between
ghosts. 〝⠀𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢.⠀〞
something slumbering beneath
the throne.
〝⠀And you’re right,⠀〞he admitted,
head tilted, voice a notch quieter
now, like a secret spoken between
ghosts. 〝⠀𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢.⠀〞
〝⠀You think swinging that
sword is proof you’re 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 ...
maybe it is, for you.⠀〞A wind stirred around them, not of the world but of something deeper—𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢 stretching like a yawn across the ruins, quiet, endless, 𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽. Starrk’s hands remained at his sides,
sword is proof you’re 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 ...
maybe it is, for you.⠀〞A wind stirred around them, not of the world but of something deeper—𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢 stretching like a yawn across the ruins, quiet, endless, 𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽. Starrk’s hands remained at his sides,
May 12, 2025 at 10:00 PM
〝⠀You think swinging that
sword is proof you’re 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 ...
maybe it is, for you.⠀〞A wind stirred around them, not of the world but of something deeper—𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢 stretching like a yawn across the ruins, quiet, endless, 𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽. Starrk’s hands remained at his sides,
sword is proof you’re 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 ...
maybe it is, for you.⠀〞A wind stirred around them, not of the world but of something deeper—𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢 stretching like a yawn across the ruins, quiet, endless, 𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽. Starrk’s hands remained at his sides,
𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. His voice came slow. Not because he struggled for words, but because every syllable cost him.
〝⠀… You never
change , Grimmjow.⠀〞He looked up, finally—and his gaze met the edge of that unsheathed hunger. Not flinching. Not flaring. Just… 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩. A weight all its own.
〝⠀… You never
change , Grimmjow.⠀〞He looked up, finally—and his gaze met the edge of that unsheathed hunger. Not flinching. Not flaring. Just… 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩. A weight all its own.
May 12, 2025 at 10:00 PM
𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. His voice came slow. Not because he struggled for words, but because every syllable cost him.
〝⠀… You never
change , Grimmjow.⠀〞He looked up, finally—and his gaze met the edge of that unsheathed hunger. Not flinching. Not flaring. Just… 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩. A weight all its own.
〝⠀… You never
change , Grimmjow.⠀〞He looked up, finally—and his gaze met the edge of that unsheathed hunger. Not flinching. Not flaring. Just… 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩. A weight all its own.
A pause. A breath that felt like it was dragged through centuries.
…〝⠀Then go ahead. But don’t expect me to cheer you on.⠀〞He didn’t draw his weapon. He didn’t posture. But the air around him had shifted—quiet, sharp, like the moment right before a storm snaps.
…〝⠀Then go ahead. But don’t expect me to cheer you on.⠀〞He didn’t draw his weapon. He didn’t posture. But the air around him had shifted—quiet, sharp, like the moment right before a storm snaps.
May 11, 2025 at 8:32 PM
A pause. A breath that felt like it was dragged through centuries.
…〝⠀Then go ahead. But don’t expect me to cheer you on.⠀〞He didn’t draw his weapon. He didn’t posture. But the air around him had shifted—quiet, sharp, like the moment right before a storm snaps.
…〝⠀Then go ahead. But don’t expect me to cheer you on.⠀〞He didn’t draw his weapon. He didn’t posture. But the air around him had shifted—quiet, sharp, like the moment right before a storm snaps.
A moment passed … wind slithered through the ruined stone, tugging at the hem of his tattered coat like fingers trying to rouse a ghost. He turned his head just enough to glance at Halibel, then back to Grimmjow.
〝⠀… You really wanna
pick a fight with 𝑯𝑬𝑹 ?...⠀〞——
〝⠀… You really wanna
pick a fight with 𝑯𝑬𝑹 ?...⠀〞——
May 11, 2025 at 8:32 PM
A moment passed … wind slithered through the ruined stone, tugging at the hem of his tattered coat like fingers trying to rouse a ghost. He turned his head just enough to glance at Halibel, then back to Grimmjow.
〝⠀… You really wanna
pick a fight with 𝑯𝑬𝑹 ?...⠀〞——
〝⠀… You really wanna
pick a fight with 𝑯𝑬𝑹 ?...⠀〞——
A predator stretching its limbs, not because it’s hungry, but because it remembers what hunger felt like.
〝⠀You barge in, teeth bared,
looking for something to 𝒓𝒊𝒑
apart… like the world still owes
you a fight that means something.⠀〞——
〝⠀You barge in, teeth bared,
looking for something to 𝒓𝒊𝒑
apart… like the world still owes
you a fight that means something.⠀〞——
May 11, 2025 at 8:32 PM
A predator stretching its limbs, not because it’s hungry, but because it remembers what hunger felt like.
〝⠀You barge in, teeth bared,
looking for something to 𝒓𝒊𝒑
apart… like the world still owes
you a fight that means something.⠀〞——
〝⠀You barge in, teeth bared,
looking for something to 𝒓𝒊𝒑
apart… like the world still owes
you a fight that means something.⠀〞——
His voice followed a beat later—low, drawling, and without edge, yet with enough presence to quiet a battlefield.
〝⠀… Always the same with
you , Jaegerjaquez.⠀〞He pushed off the pillar with the kind of lethargy that made movement look like a chore, but there was grace in it, too. ——
〝⠀… Always the same with
you , Jaegerjaquez.⠀〞He pushed off the pillar with the kind of lethargy that made movement look like a chore, but there was grace in it, too. ——
May 11, 2025 at 8:32 PM
His voice followed a beat later—low, drawling, and without edge, yet with enough presence to quiet a battlefield.
〝⠀… Always the same with
you , Jaegerjaquez.⠀〞He pushed off the pillar with the kind of lethargy that made movement look like a chore, but there was grace in it, too. ——
〝⠀… Always the same with
you , Jaegerjaquez.⠀〞He pushed off the pillar with the kind of lethargy that made movement look like a chore, but there was grace in it, too. ——
〝⠀Funny thing is… I used to think we were unlucky. That we drew the short straw.⠀〞A pause.
…〝⠀Now I wonder if we were the lucky ones. Getting to see what’s really under the mask before anyone else.⠀〞
…〝⠀Now I wonder if we were the lucky ones. Getting to see what’s really under the mask before anyone else.⠀〞
May 11, 2025 at 2:20 PM
〝⠀Funny thing is… I used to think we were unlucky. That we drew the short straw.⠀〞A pause.
…〝⠀Now I wonder if we were the lucky ones. Getting to see what’s really under the mask before anyone else.⠀〞
…〝⠀Now I wonder if we were the lucky ones. Getting to see what’s really under the mask before anyone else.⠀〞
〝⠀… Tch.⠀〞
A breath that might’ve been a laugh. Might’ve been nothing at all.
〝⠀’Drunk poet’s’ just what happens when there’s no one left to talk to but ghosts, Grimmjow.⠀〞 His voice was soft. Not weak. Not worn down. Just distant. Like it had gotten lost on the way to being real.
A breath that might’ve been a laugh. Might’ve been nothing at all.
〝⠀’Drunk poet’s’ just what happens when there’s no one left to talk to but ghosts, Grimmjow.⠀〞 His voice was soft. Not weak. Not worn down. Just distant. Like it had gotten lost on the way to being real.
May 11, 2025 at 2:20 PM
〝⠀… Tch.⠀〞
A breath that might’ve been a laugh. Might’ve been nothing at all.
〝⠀’Drunk poet’s’ just what happens when there’s no one left to talk to but ghosts, Grimmjow.⠀〞 His voice was soft. Not weak. Not worn down. Just distant. Like it had gotten lost on the way to being real.
A breath that might’ve been a laugh. Might’ve been nothing at all.
〝⠀’Drunk poet’s’ just what happens when there’s no one left to talk to but ghosts, Grimmjow.⠀〞 His voice was soft. Not weak. Not worn down. Just distant. Like it had gotten lost on the way to being real.
He sighed, lowering his head.
〝⠀You would happen to agree,
yeah ? Jaegerjaquez …⠀〞
@gurimujo.bsky.social.
〝⠀You would happen to agree,
yeah ? Jaegerjaquez …⠀〞
@gurimujo.bsky.social.
May 10, 2025 at 10:23 PM
He sighed, lowering his head.
〝⠀You would happen to agree,
yeah ? Jaegerjaquez …⠀〞
@gurimujo.bsky.social.
〝⠀You would happen to agree,
yeah ? Jaegerjaquez …⠀〞
@gurimujo.bsky.social.
The wind didn’t howl in Las Noches. It whispered—soft, steady, like a breath half-held. Starrk sat on the crumbling edge of a balcony, one leg dangling over the abyss of white sand and eternal twilight, the other drawn in just enough to rest an elbow on.
May 10, 2025 at 10:15 PM
The wind didn’t howl in Las Noches. It whispered—soft, steady, like a breath half-held. Starrk sat on the crumbling edge of a balcony, one leg dangling over the abyss of white sand and eternal twilight, the other drawn in just enough to rest an elbow on.
May 9, 2025 at 9:55 PM