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그림자 군주. HIATUS.
@seongjinwoo.bsky.social
I died with my eyes 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏.
Not to escape 𝐝𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍, but to look it
in the face as I took 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚..


___౿⠀ 마누라 @chahaein.bsky.social ✻
November 6, 2025 at 1:44 AM
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The night itself exhales
two words … 𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔.

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October 8, 2025 at 2:57 PM
✦ : Gets exhausting having to write SL’s and 80% of the plot is just me writing with myself on other accounts. Like how many characters am I gonna make atp lmao. Just wish bsky had more of a community, i’m tired.
July 8, 2025 at 2:40 AM
✦ : Owed replies, SL replies. All over
the weekend.
July 3, 2025 at 6:07 AM
Whatever the play is, SJW in 3
July 1, 2025 at 9:22 PM
Brotha did it again.
June 30, 2025 at 1:52 AM
Note: There’s a telepathic communication link between Jin-Woo and all the members, you can incorporate these little aspects into your reply as the Predators face off with you. Four has dispatched so thus far, two on Sasuke, two on Yingzi.
June 29, 2025 at 3:36 AM
Note: This storyline takes a more sci-fi approach, while yes, The Predator has taken on opponents from Marvel etc, our characters are significantly dwindled down for an overall better plot. It’s never about power-play.

Just writing.
June 27, 2025 at 10:48 PM
— Who will draw first ? Silence oppressive、forbidding、in this setting every shadow isn’t his soldier、they’re hunters. The team’s senses sharpen to a painful edge、every nerve screaming that they are not alone.

“ Spread out. I can still hear Suho’s heartbeat. ”

#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪
June 25, 2025 at 9:48 PM
— The clearing into a sanctified hunting ground received them not too long thereafter、entering the aftermath of an abduction. Jin-Woo’s eyes combed the space in quadrants、the glint behind his irises far more lethal than rage … it was parental grief —
June 25, 2025 at 9:48 PM
— split and accelerated、swelling with a chorus of urgency、in his mind —everything except the need to find was drowned out. Panic brewed and he fought it from rising … “ He’s in danger. ” Pushing the chaos down、folding it into his stride、letting it fuel every step —
June 25, 2025 at 9:48 PM
Jin-Woo and his vanguard had already started to slow. But then— a blast wave like a concussion grenade ripped through the forest. In the space between impact and comprehension、Sung’s velocity was reduced to its purest form、he sensed the vibration line where silence had —
June 25, 2025 at 9:48 PM
✦ : Generational run time.
Fights with Aizen and Gilgamesh will be replied to. We’ll Get the community hyped for each exchange again. All while the SL is in progress.

@perfecthypnosis.bsky.social
@glorytohe.bsky.social ( think I’m waiting on your response Ken )
June 24, 2025 at 2:42 AM
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#𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑾

The haunting that comes before
death. A season of hunted kings.

Something has come for
my 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂, to claim their heads
… as ——𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑺.
@killerofkillers.bsky.social

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June 23, 2025 at 3:59 AM
I’m taking this as a win btw. That’s just how fightrp goes, it’ll also be included to my development. So stands won’t be too much trouble to put down in the near future.
June 22, 2025 at 7:41 PM
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#𝘼𝙃𝙅𝙄𝙉 ─╌┈ 𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗦.

@indraspath.bsky.social

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May 18, 2025 at 2:03 AM
part of the world.

It was part of Jin-Woo.

The sky did not merely darken—it knelt. Violet whirlwinds howled across the cityscape、and the sun was a forgotten thing behind that spectral aurora、casting the city below in shades of monarchal beauty.
May 17, 2025 at 5:51 PM
— meeting Gilgamesh’s blow head-on、like a wall of obsidian—bracing itself. There was no grace in the sound that followed、only magnitude. Stagnating both of their encirclement that match the equivalent vigor.

“ You really think a King’s swing
scares me ? “ Defiantly said beneath the quake —
May 17, 2025 at 5:50 PM
— A roundhouse that carried the weight of the abyss、equanimous to unleash a torrent of twilight fury upon the gilded king、proclaiming the Shadow Monarch’s unassailable ascendancy. In a breathtaking metamorphosis、the sky、as if touched by the hand of 𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗡 himself—began to bleed lavender —
May 17, 2025 at 5:47 PM
Gilgamesh、a molten sun of auric brilliance that cast long shadows across terrain’s body、each ray a testament to the unyielding earth from which his legend was hewn. In his hands、a blade of ancient metallurgy gleamed、its edge a searing filament of solar fire、its surface etched —
May 17, 2025 at 5:47 PM
— their penumbral sphere. It was a silence that rang in conceptual frequency、like the memory of sound played within a dream.
May 17, 2025 at 4:07 PM
— but through the dissonance of presumptuous dogma、a note not of steel, was of sonic refutation. It was not meant to rend、it was meant to retune the cacophony of misguided truths.

It dismantled premise.

Where Aizen dissevered the macrocosm into effulgent myriads Jin-Woo perdured as an —
May 17, 2025 at 4:07 PM
— its own darkness、struggling to breathe through unseen lungs.

Jin-Woo 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥.

He moved—not upon the ground、but within the metaphysical ligature of consequence and choice. His stride did not follow terrain、it rewrote it stitching new laws beneath his heels. In his wake、causality —
May 17, 2025 at 4:07 PM
— “ You need remember.
The abyss didn’t choose you.
It opened for me. ”

Sung’s blade emancipated from the autocratic yoke of gravitic subjugation、loosing its essence from the imperious thrall of terrestrial anchorage cleaved air with rotational sovereignty、a cipher spinning through —
May 17, 2025 at 1:36 PM
— swallowing the fray in a radiant shroud of living night. He advanced as though the battlefield tilted in obeisance、each step、tread by tread、the decay equation is defied …

“ Then mark its boundary, name your line. Etch it into the dark with all your godhood and all your grief. ” —
May 17, 2025 at 1:36 PM