船長 ˎ Side Of Lesser Evil.
@syunsuikyoraku.bsky.social
Even cherry blossoms fall with style. Why should a captain do less. 𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡-𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗜 𝟭𝟯 ｡ #BLEACHRP
October 3, 2025 at 12:23 PM
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⠀⠀ ᥫ 𝐑etired… &͟&͟ 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑.
Knew from the day you bent over in those short skirts… this body was born to be taken from behind. Mine. Always was. Always will be.
@haguroonna.bsky.social
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⠀⠀ ᥫ 𝐑etired… &͟&͟ 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑.
Knew from the day you bent over in those short skirts… this body was born to be taken from behind. Mine. Always was. Always will be.
@haguroonna.bsky.social
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August 8, 2025 at 2:29 AM
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⠀⠀ ᥫ 𝐑etired… &͟&͟ 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑.
Knew from the day you bent over in those short skirts… this body was born to be taken from behind. Mine. Always was. Always will be.
@haguroonna.bsky.social
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⠀⠀ ᥫ 𝐑etired… &͟&͟ 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑.
Knew from the day you bent over in those short skirts… this body was born to be taken from behind. Mine. Always was. Always will be.
@haguroonna.bsky.social
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July 12, 2025 at 4:18 AM
ken
I feel ya gang. But aye. Same over here, I atleast got a homegirl or one- two homies that helps and matches most of my muses. @haguroonna.bsky.social
Me and you basically just do it for the love of the game. 
I feel ya gang. But aye. Same over here, I atleast got a homegirl or one- two homies that helps and matches most of my muses. @haguroonna.bsky.social
Me and you basically just do it for the love of the game. 
July 8, 2025 at 2:46 AM
ken
I feel ya gang. But aye. Same over here, I atleast got a homegirl or one- two homies that helps and matches most of my muses. @haguroonna.bsky.social
Me and you basically just do it for the love of the game. 
I feel ya gang. But aye. Same over here, I atleast got a homegirl or one- two homies that helps and matches most of my muses. @haguroonna.bsky.social
Me and you basically just do it for the love of the game. 
July 5, 2025 at 7:40 PM
Lisa’s empress-like detachment, can give off the impression that she does not mourn him, his state. She chooses to rot with him, on her terms ───── so grounded in powerful subtlety.
Shunsui watched her, the way a man might watch the moon just before drowning, her body
Lisa’s empress-like detachment, can give off the impression that she does not mourn him, his state. She chooses to rot with him, on her terms ───── so grounded in powerful subtlety.
Shunsui watched her, the way a man might watch the moon just before drowning, her body
July 4, 2025 at 1:00 AM
Lisa’s empress-like detachment, can give off the impression that she does not mourn him, his state. She chooses to rot with him, on her terms ───── so grounded in powerful subtlety.
Shunsui watched her, the way a man might watch the moon just before drowning, her body
Lisa’s empress-like detachment, can give off the impression that she does not mourn him, his state. She chooses to rot with him, on her terms ───── so grounded in powerful subtlety.
Shunsui watched her, the way a man might watch the moon just before drowning, her body
June 30, 2025 at 6:14 AM
“ You’re going to follow me everywhere aren’t you … blindly, even if it’s off this cliff. One day I won’t come back from the fall. I don’t know what scares me more — the thought of dying… or the thought of looking up and seeing you midair beside me. ”
“ You’re going to follow me everywhere aren’t you … blindly, even if it’s off this cliff. One day I won’t come back from the fall. I don’t know what scares me more — the thought of dying… or the thought of looking up and seeing you midair beside me. ”
June 30, 2025 at 1:42 AM
“ You’re going to follow me everywhere aren’t you … blindly, even if it’s off this cliff. One day I won’t come back from the fall. I don’t know what scares me more — the thought of dying… or the thought of looking up and seeing you midair beside me. ”
“ You’re going to follow me everywhere aren’t you … blindly, even if it’s off this cliff. One day I won’t come back from the fall. I don’t know what scares me more — the thought of dying… or the thought of looking up and seeing you midair beside me. ”
her body to his. Straddled, guilt-soaked collision between two people bleeding into each other. Then they rise, callused fingers gripping into her waist like they might hold him above the drowning for just a few moments longer.
She leans in, forehead to his, breath hot
her body to his. Straddled, guilt-soaked collision between two people bleeding into each other. Then they rise, callused fingers gripping into her waist like they might hold him above the drowning for just a few moments longer.
She leans in, forehead to his, breath hot
June 30, 2025 at 1:39 AM
her body to his. Straddled, guilt-soaked collision between two people bleeding into each other. Then they rise, callused fingers gripping into her waist like they might hold him above the drowning for just a few moments longer.
She leans in, forehead to his, breath hot
her body to his. Straddled, guilt-soaked collision between two people bleeding into each other. Then they rise, callused fingers gripping into her waist like they might hold him above the drowning for just a few moments longer.
She leans in, forehead to his, breath hot
He’s held this blade too many times, and for a moment, the weight in his limbs is warm, inviting — oddly familiar. But then, the tension breaks in a soft, cruel fit of laughter. Katen Kyōkotsu mockingly presses a fingertip to his scarred eye.
He’s held this blade too many times, and for a moment, the weight in his limbs is warm, inviting — oddly familiar. But then, the tension breaks in a soft, cruel fit of laughter. Katen Kyōkotsu mockingly presses a fingertip to his scarred eye.
June 30, 2025 at 1:39 AM
He’s held this blade too many times, and for a moment, the weight in his limbs is warm, inviting — oddly familiar. But then, the tension breaks in a soft, cruel fit of laughter. Katen Kyōkotsu mockingly presses a fingertip to his scarred eye.
He’s held this blade too many times, and for a moment, the weight in his limbs is warm, inviting — oddly familiar. But then, the tension breaks in a soft, cruel fit of laughter. Katen Kyōkotsu mockingly presses a fingertip to his scarred eye.
Placing his own blade in his hand.
❛ No more captains. No more Gotei. No more pretending the wine makes it better. ❜
He lifts the blade halfway. The theater breathes with him. But his hand trembles in the movement Not from fear—Shunsui hasn’t known fear in years.
Placing his own blade in his hand.
❛ No more captains. No more Gotei. No more pretending the wine makes it better. ❜
He lifts the blade halfway. The theater breathes with him. But his hand trembles in the movement Not from fear—Shunsui hasn’t known fear in years.
June 30, 2025 at 1:39 AM
Placing his own blade in his hand.
❛ No more captains. No more Gotei. No more pretending the wine makes it better. ❜
He lifts the blade halfway. The theater breathes with him. But his hand trembles in the movement Not from fear—Shunsui hasn’t known fear in years.
Placing his own blade in his hand.
❛ No more captains. No more Gotei. No more pretending the wine makes it better. ❜
He lifts the blade halfway. The theater breathes with him. But his hand trembles in the movement Not from fear—Shunsui hasn’t known fear in years.
There are nights even the sake cannot soften.
Nights when sleep turns its back, and the ceiling breathes with shadows. Nights when the silence inside the Captain-Commander’s quarters grows so loud, it chews through the thin paper walls of his mind.
Tonight, the cloth over his
There are nights even the sake cannot soften.
Nights when sleep turns its back, and the ceiling breathes with shadows. Nights when the silence inside the Captain-Commander’s quarters grows so loud, it chews through the thin paper walls of his mind.
Tonight, the cloth over his
June 30, 2025 at 1:39 AM
There are nights even the sake cannot soften.
Nights when sleep turns its back, and the ceiling breathes with shadows. Nights when the silence inside the Captain-Commander’s quarters grows so loud, it chews through the thin paper walls of his mind.
Tonight, the cloth over his
There are nights even the sake cannot soften.
Nights when sleep turns its back, and the ceiling breathes with shadows. Nights when the silence inside the Captain-Commander’s quarters grows so loud, it chews through the thin paper walls of his mind.
Tonight, the cloth over his
My time to shine.
June 30, 2025 at 12:43 AM
My time to shine.
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⠀⠀ ᥫYou ever had a 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔
⋆˚𝜗 spit 𝜚˚⋆ on your tongue while she’s
riding you like a loom? No? Then, 𝑦𝑜𝑢
𝑎𝑖𝑛’𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑.
@senjukumo.bsky.social
#seductivesunday
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⠀⠀ ᥫYou ever had a 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔
⋆˚𝜗 spit 𝜚˚⋆ on your tongue while she’s
riding you like a loom? No? Then, 𝑦𝑜𝑢
𝑎𝑖𝑛’𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑.
@senjukumo.bsky.social
#seductivesunday
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June 29, 2025 at 9:14 PM
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⠀⠀ ᥫYou ever had a 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔
⋆˚𝜗 spit 𝜚˚⋆ on your tongue while she’s
riding you like a loom? No? Then, 𝑦𝑜𝑢
𝑎𝑖𝑛’𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑.
@senjukumo.bsky.social
#seductivesunday
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⠀⠀ ᥫYou ever had a 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔
⋆˚𝜗 spit 𝜚˚⋆ on your tongue while she’s
riding you like a loom? No? Then, 𝑦𝑜𝑢
𝑎𝑖𝑛’𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑.
@senjukumo.bsky.social
#seductivesunday
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My Sword Tells Fairy Tales ╳ to the Dead.
—— A 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒐.
—— A 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒐.
June 18, 2025 at 1:51 AM
My Sword Tells Fairy Tales ╳ to the Dead.
—— A 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒐.
—— A 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒐.
May 12, 2025 at 6:34 AM
May 4, 2025 at 1:52 AM
Kyoraku’s sole eye held a steady, lacquered murk beneath the shadow of his kasa, unreadable, It was the look of a man who had buried captains, comrades, and entire eras ────── yet still chose to speak softly, because he knew how loud ────── ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. ⟶
Kyoraku’s sole eye held a steady, lacquered murk beneath the shadow of his kasa, unreadable, It was the look of a man who had buried captains, comrades, and entire eras ────── yet still chose to speak softly, because he knew how loud ────── ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. ⟶
May 4, 2025 at 1:09 AM
Kyoraku’s sole eye held a steady, lacquered murk beneath the shadow of his kasa, unreadable, It was the look of a man who had buried captains, comrades, and entire eras ────── yet still chose to speak softly, because he knew how loud ────── ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. ⟶
Kyoraku’s sole eye held a steady, lacquered murk beneath the shadow of his kasa, unreadable, It was the look of a man who had buried captains, comrades, and entire eras ────── yet still chose to speak softly, because he knew how loud ────── ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. ⟶
surprised, only inexorably tired, casting retreating chiaroscuro until his gaze surfaced beneath it, dim ────── discerning, and etched with a kind of ornamental indifference ────── carrying the dull gleam of old steel—well-worn, unpolished, and dangerously quiet.
Not a warning … ⟶
surprised, only inexorably tired, casting retreating chiaroscuro until his gaze surfaced beneath it, dim ────── discerning, and etched with a kind of ornamental indifference ────── carrying the dull gleam of old steel—well-worn, unpolished, and dangerously quiet.
Not a warning … ⟶
May 4, 2025 at 1:09 AM
surprised, only inexorably tired, casting retreating chiaroscuro until his gaze surfaced beneath it, dim ────── discerning, and etched with a kind of ornamental indifference ────── carrying the dull gleam of old steel—well-worn, unpolished, and dangerously quiet.
Not a warning … ⟶
surprised, only inexorably tired, casting retreating chiaroscuro until his gaze surfaced beneath it, dim ────── discerning, and etched with a kind of ornamental indifference ────── carrying the dull gleam of old steel—well-worn, unpolished, and dangerously quiet.
Not a warning … ⟶
Shunsui doesn’t answer right away. He never does. The pause ────── that follows Aizen’s words is not empty it is curated, His gaze remains level, half-lidded beneath the shadow of his kasa ────── the shadow it casts isn’t practical, it’s a funeral shroud, drawn over eyes ⟶
Shunsui doesn’t answer right away. He never does. The pause ────── that follows Aizen’s words is not empty it is curated, His gaze remains level, half-lidded beneath the shadow of his kasa ────── the shadow it casts isn’t practical, it’s a funeral shroud, drawn over eyes ⟶
May 4, 2025 at 1:09 AM
Shunsui doesn’t answer right away. He never does. The pause ────── that follows Aizen’s words is not empty it is curated, His gaze remains level, half-lidded beneath the shadow of his kasa ────── the shadow it casts isn’t practical, it’s a funeral shroud, drawn over eyes ⟶
Shunsui doesn’t answer right away. He never does. The pause ────── that follows Aizen’s words is not empty it is curated, His gaze remains level, half-lidded beneath the shadow of his kasa ────── the shadow it casts isn’t practical, it’s a funeral shroud, drawn over eyes ⟶
April 23, 2025 at 5:55 AM
ken
I want to start writing threads on Gilgamesh, it’s where most of my muse has been, cause I’ve sunk knee deep into Fate material since awhile now. I’m trying to build this account so if y’all want, let’s write.
I want to start writing threads on Gilgamesh, it’s where most of my muse has been, cause I’ve sunk knee deep into Fate material since awhile now. I’m trying to build this account so if y’all want, let’s write.
April 18, 2025 at 9:19 PM
ken
I want to start writing threads on Gilgamesh, it’s where most of my muse has been, cause I’ve sunk knee deep into Fate material since awhile now. I’m trying to build this account so if y’all want, let’s write.
I want to start writing threads on Gilgamesh, it’s where most of my muse has been, cause I’ve sunk knee deep into Fate material since awhile now. I’m trying to build this account so if y’all want, let’s write.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦
𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦
𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.
April 15, 2025 at 9:09 PM
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦
𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦
𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.
The sky darkens as he reaches the old command tower——Yamamoto’s seat. Cold stone, cracked where the fire once lived.
It still smells faintly of ash. Standing before it, not as a replacement ——— as a reckoning.
The sky darkens as he reaches the old command tower——Yamamoto’s seat. Cold stone, cracked where the fire once lived.
It still smells faintly of ash. Standing before it, not as a replacement ——— as a reckoning.
April 15, 2025 at 9:09 PM
The sky darkens as he reaches the old command tower——Yamamoto’s seat. Cold stone, cracked where the fire once lived.
It still smells faintly of ash. Standing before it, not as a replacement ——— as a reckoning.
The sky darkens as he reaches the old command tower——Yamamoto’s seat. Cold stone, cracked where the fire once lived.
It still smells faintly of ash. Standing before it, not as a replacement ——— as a reckoning.
They don’t see him at first.
But when they do, their blades falter mid-air, as if his presence bent the physics of motion.
He nods. in that nod, he speaks volumes —— I’ve seen the way you fight. Now show me how you fall and still stand again.
They don’t see him at first.
But when they do, their blades falter mid-air, as if his presence bent the physics of motion.
He nods. in that nod, he speaks volumes —— I’ve seen the way you fight. Now show me how you fall and still stand again.
April 15, 2025 at 9:09 PM
They don’t see him at first.
But when they do, their blades falter mid-air, as if his presence bent the physics of motion.
He nods. in that nod, he speaks volumes —— I’ve seen the way you fight. Now show me how you fall and still stand again.
They don’t see him at first.
But when they do, their blades falter mid-air, as if his presence bent the physics of motion.
He nods. in that nod, he speaks volumes —— I’ve seen the way you fight. Now show me how you fall and still stand again.