残魂。
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残魂。
@thehangmanpoet.bsky.social
· Nov 7
吉良 井鹤；kira izuru
鹤归鹤落。
old account. 21+. mainly post-tybw, (n)sfw; mirror lit, selective.
dove in the bag: gore, graphic violence, body horror.
鹤归鹤落。
old account. 21+. mainly post-tybw, (n)sfw; mirror lit, selective.
dove in the bag: gore, graphic violence, body horror.
×| deciding to use bsky solely for art. will be cleaning out this acc by the end of the week 🙏 feel free to sb in fact, please do so, it will make cleaning up easier
January 16, 2025 at 7:04 AM
×| deciding to use bsky solely for art. will be cleaning out this acc by the end of the week 🙏 feel free to sb in fact, please do so, it will make cleaning up easier
×| ahh... I'm so sorry.. I'm not active on bsky at all.. but I'll make an effort...
January 8, 2025 at 8:29 AM
×| ahh... I'm so sorry.. I'm not active on bsky at all.. but I'll make an effort...
Reposted by 残魂。
×| come on man
if there are people there will be arguments and conflicts. trying to expect complete sanctity in this place is only going to upset yourself. curate your space the same way you always did and you'll be alright
if there are people there will be arguments and conflicts. trying to expect complete sanctity in this place is only going to upset yourself. curate your space the same way you always did and you'll be alright
November 15, 2024 at 4:19 PM
×| come on man
if there are people there will be arguments and conflicts. trying to expect complete sanctity in this place is only going to upset yourself. curate your space the same way you always did and you'll be alright
if there are people there will be arguments and conflicts. trying to expect complete sanctity in this place is only going to upset yourself. curate your space the same way you always did and you'll be alright
×| kira izuru and consent and boundaries yyyyyup
November 13, 2024 at 11:06 AM
×| kira izuru and consent and boundaries yyyyyup
The words of affirmation, the gentle hand in his hair take him to places more familiar than he would like to acknowledge—a close memory purrs in his ear. He squeezes his eyes shut.
The earth fell out from underneath him like a huge, overturned bowl. The captains were afraid. The Arrancar
The earth fell out from underneath him like a huge, overturned bowl. The captains were afraid. The Arrancar
“Don’t be. You were strong enough to survive it. I knew you would be.” 𝘐 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 is more apt. But the sentiment remains.
“But… you’re not afraid of me like everyone else, right?”
“But… you’re not afraid of me like everyone else, right?”
All at once, the pressure alleviates entirely. Kira finds tears almost eagerly pouring from his eyes, as if sucked out by a vacuum.
Will he? Inadvertently, he bids himself sink further into Kazuma, scrunching the fabric of his white garb in his fists.
Somehow, amidst the rubble of his know-how,
Will he? Inadvertently, he bids himself sink further into Kazuma, scrunching the fabric of his white garb in his fists.
Somehow, amidst the rubble of his know-how,
November 13, 2024 at 10:57 AM
The words of affirmation, the gentle hand in his hair take him to places more familiar than he would like to acknowledge—a close memory purrs in his ear. He squeezes his eyes shut.
The earth fell out from underneath him like a huge, overturned bowl. The captains were afraid. The Arrancar
The earth fell out from underneath him like a huge, overturned bowl. The captains were afraid. The Arrancar
All at once, the pressure alleviates entirely. Kira finds tears almost eagerly pouring from his eyes, as if sucked out by a vacuum.
Will he? Inadvertently, he bids himself sink further into Kazuma, scrunching the fabric of his white garb in his fists.
Somehow, amidst the rubble of his know-how,
Will he? Inadvertently, he bids himself sink further into Kazuma, scrunching the fabric of his white garb in his fists.
Somehow, amidst the rubble of his know-how,
And just like that… it’s gone.
Kazuma strokes his fingers through Kira’s hair. “You don’t need to be scared. I won’t hurt you.”
Kazuma strokes his fingers through Kira’s hair. “You don’t need to be scared. I won’t hurt you.”
Kira feels it like a guillotine, a sudden drop across his entire body pushing his eyes out. The gasp that leaped to his throat flattens before it makes its way out. His entire body tenses, all the air in his lungs stopped at a persistent, imaginary blade-point; death is already inside him,
November 13, 2024 at 10:15 AM
All at once, the pressure alleviates entirely. Kira finds tears almost eagerly pouring from his eyes, as if sucked out by a vacuum.
Will he? Inadvertently, he bids himself sink further into Kazuma, scrunching the fabric of his white garb in his fists.
Somehow, amidst the rubble of his know-how,
Will he? Inadvertently, he bids himself sink further into Kazuma, scrunching the fabric of his white garb in his fists.
Somehow, amidst the rubble of his know-how,
Kira feels it like a guillotine, a sudden drop across his entire body pushing his eyes out. The gasp that leaped to his throat flattens before it makes its way out. His entire body tenses, all the air in his lungs stopped at a persistent, imaginary blade-point; death is already inside him,
“Nothing and no one can stop me here.”
It takes some effort but he releases the immense hold he keeps on his reiatsu here. The effect is immediate— suffocating and punishing. Like the feeling of death’s eyes on the back of your neck right behind you.
It takes some effort but he releases the immense hold he keeps on his reiatsu here. The effect is immediate— suffocating and punishing. Like the feeling of death’s eyes on the back of your neck right behind you.
Kazuma's manner of speech is not one he recognises either; light and floaty, as it always was, but completely devoid of gravity, as though it had all disappeared along with the white walls he was familiar with. Kira holds onto a string with no balloon to answer for it.
November 13, 2024 at 4:28 AM
Kira feels it like a guillotine, a sudden drop across his entire body pushing his eyes out. The gasp that leaped to his throat flattens before it makes its way out. His entire body tenses, all the air in his lungs stopped at a persistent, imaginary blade-point; death is already inside him,
Kazuma's manner of speech is not one he recognises either; light and floaty, as it always was, but completely devoid of gravity, as though it had all disappeared along with the white walls he was familiar with. Kira holds onto a string with no balloon to answer for it.
"Do whatever you want... and if anyone challenges you, have the power to tear them to shreds for it." Kazuma hums contentedly. "It's perfect."
“But, still...”
Without the rules and regulations of Soul Society, it seems Kira is quite beside himself. He looks around, hands fisted atop Kazuma's chest, the endless night of Las Noches a complete stranger to him.
“They let you sleep on the ground here?” He asks, finally laying down his head.
Without the rules and regulations of Soul Society, it seems Kira is quite beside himself. He looks around, hands fisted atop Kazuma's chest, the endless night of Las Noches a complete stranger to him.
“They let you sleep on the ground here?” He asks, finally laying down his head.
November 13, 2024 at 3:48 AM
Kazuma's manner of speech is not one he recognises either; light and floaty, as it always was, but completely devoid of gravity, as though it had all disappeared along with the white walls he was familiar with. Kira holds onto a string with no balloon to answer for it.
“But, still...”
Without the rules and regulations of Soul Society, it seems Kira is quite beside himself. He looks around, hands fisted atop Kazuma's chest, the endless night of Las Noches a complete stranger to him.
“They let you sleep on the ground here?” He asks, finally laying down his head.
Without the rules and regulations of Soul Society, it seems Kira is quite beside himself. He looks around, hands fisted atop Kazuma's chest, the endless night of Las Noches a complete stranger to him.
“They let you sleep on the ground here?” He asks, finally laying down his head.
"Why wouldn't it be?" He asks with a little laugh, closing his eyes and turning his face up to the sun. It's better than the real sun because it's fake. There's warmth, but no heat.
"Anything around knows not to come near me."
"Anything around knows not to come near me."
Kira obliges, if only because there is no choice otherwise, wrapped firmly in Kazuha's hold. He sputters warily at the fine sand grains drifting up.
“Um, is this really alright...”
“Um, is this really alright...”
November 13, 2024 at 3:18 AM
“But, still...”
Without the rules and regulations of Soul Society, it seems Kira is quite beside himself. He looks around, hands fisted atop Kazuma's chest, the endless night of Las Noches a complete stranger to him.
“They let you sleep on the ground here?” He asks, finally laying down his head.
Without the rules and regulations of Soul Society, it seems Kira is quite beside himself. He looks around, hands fisted atop Kazuma's chest, the endless night of Las Noches a complete stranger to him.
“They let you sleep on the ground here?” He asks, finally laying down his head.
Kira obliges, if only because there is no choice otherwise, wrapped firmly in Kazuha's hold. He sputters warily at the fine sand grains drifting up.
“Um, is this really alright...”
“Um, is this really alright...”
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Lays back on the nice warm sand, pulling Kira down with him. "Sssh, enjoy it."
Lays back on the nice warm sand, pulling Kira down with him. "Sssh, enjoy it."
November 13, 2024 at 3:08 AM
Kira obliges, if only because there is no choice otherwise, wrapped firmly in Kazuha's hold. He sputters warily at the fine sand grains drifting up.
“Um, is this really alright...”
“Um, is this really alright...”
×| my tl is more often than not filled up with hueco mundo shenanigans so it sometimes feels like kira is just sitting there watching everything while waiting for kazuma
November 13, 2024 at 2:50 AM
×| my tl is more often than not filled up with hueco mundo shenanigans so it sometimes feels like kira is just sitting there watching everything while waiting for kazuma
( once again, he makes no response. he is faced away from kazuma, head bowed, neither hiding from nor approaching the petting hand. the dome of his back hides his body like a protective shell.
he does not know yet what to make of this. kazuma's new uniform, his sprightly appearance that seems
he does not know yet what to make of this. kazuma's new uniform, his sprightly appearance that seems
“Okay,” he whispers, petting that blond hair gently. “Stay with me forever. I’m okay with that.”
( he makes no response, only rolling over onto his side for comfort, curling into a cosy little ball *still on top of Kazuma's tummy. )
I'm going to borrow you for a while.
I'm going to borrow you for a while.
November 9, 2024 at 8:59 PM
( once again, he makes no response. he is faced away from kazuma, head bowed, neither hiding from nor approaching the petting hand. the dome of his back hides his body like a protective shell.
he does not know yet what to make of this. kazuma's new uniform, his sprightly appearance that seems
he does not know yet what to make of this. kazuma's new uniform, his sprightly appearance that seems
( he makes no response, only rolling over onto his side for comfort, curling into a cosy little ball *still on top of Kazuma's tummy. )
I'm going to borrow you for a while.
I'm going to borrow you for a while.
Burps awkwardly, then pets his head softly. “Kira…”
Lays right over his tummy.
November 9, 2024 at 4:10 PM
( he makes no response, only rolling over onto his side for comfort, curling into a cosy little ball *still on top of Kazuma's tummy. )
I'm going to borrow you for a while.
I'm going to borrow you for a while.
Lays right over his tummy.
Yawns and stretches on his futon.
November 9, 2024 at 4:00 PM
Lays right over his tummy.
of course not. it is your comfort that is at stake. ( flames, blue or red, are just as famous for keeping others away. )
( quickly and matter-of-factly, kira accepts their answer and turns away to extract himself. )
I hope you'll feel better.
( quickly and matter-of-factly, kira accepts their answer and turns away to extract himself. )
I hope you'll feel better.
... ... alone.
( because they don't trust him. they don't trust anyone. their ribs are battered black and blue and their shallow wounds are clotted shut, but who is to say he was safe to be around? )
If you don't mind.
( because they don't trust him. they don't trust anyone. their ribs are battered black and blue and their shallow wounds are clotted shut, but who is to say he was safe to be around? )
If you don't mind.
( it's like staring into the eyes of an animal. their reiatsu bucks like one too, large antlers and angry hooves, scratching against a soft ceiling.
kira looks back, level as a clearing. )
... would you like to walk alone, or would some company be more helpful?
kira looks back, level as a clearing. )
... would you like to walk alone, or would some company be more helpful?
November 9, 2024 at 2:48 AM
of course not. it is your comfort that is at stake. ( flames, blue or red, are just as famous for keeping others away. )
( quickly and matter-of-factly, kira accepts their answer and turns away to extract himself. )
I hope you'll feel better.
( quickly and matter-of-factly, kira accepts their answer and turns away to extract himself. )
I hope you'll feel better.
( it's like staring into the eyes of an animal. their reiatsu bucks like one too, large antlers and angry hooves, scratching against a soft ceiling.
kira looks back, level as a clearing. )
... would you like to walk alone, or would some company be more helpful?
kira looks back, level as a clearing. )
... would you like to walk alone, or would some company be more helpful?
( they stop.
stand stockstill like a deer in a clearing. look at him over their shoulder like they might run or maim him or both. )
... yeah. I've got it handled. I just need a walk.
stand stockstill like a deer in a clearing. look at him over their shoulder like they might run or maim him or both. )
... yeah. I've got it handled. I just need a walk.
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is something wrong, lyric-san?
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is something wrong, lyric-san?
November 9, 2024 at 2:25 AM
( it's like staring into the eyes of an animal. their reiatsu bucks like one too, large antlers and angry hooves, scratching against a soft ceiling.
kira looks back, level as a clearing. )
... would you like to walk alone, or would some company be more helpful?
kira looks back, level as a clearing. )
... would you like to walk alone, or would some company be more helpful?
...
...
...
is something wrong, lyric-san?
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is something wrong, lyric-san?
( their stomach burns and rises and makes them feel like they're going to retch.
they should just...
they should just go train. or walk. anything to escape this feeling. )
they should just...
they should just go train. or walk. anything to escape this feeling. )
November 9, 2024 at 2:11 AM
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is something wrong, lyric-san?
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is something wrong, lyric-san?
×| i like thinking about people getting extra stressed about kira in winter cus if he gets too cold he goes back into his dead state and it's really hard to wake him up
November 8, 2024 at 5:24 PM
×| i like thinking about people getting extra stressed about kira in winter cus if he gets too cold he goes back into his dead state and it's really hard to wake him up
( walking radiator of cold )
November 8, 2024 at 4:43 PM
( walking radiator of cold )
It doesn't count if you were thinking about carnage when doing it, anyway. ( he says this with neither chastisement nor judgement, all the motes of teasing lightening his voice. similarly, "kira" feels like "kira" again; nice and proper without the trappings of a corpse. )
... but continue, since
... but continue, since
"Hey..." He pouts softly. "This is the first time I've felt like a real smile in ages. Well... without, you know, blood on my face."
( kira cannot help but smile. a half-hearted thing compared to the reaping scythe that is kazuma's. he lifts the book, gently tapping kazuma's cheek. )
now, now... keep that in. there's nothing to be excited about... yet.
now, now... keep that in. there's nothing to be excited about... yet.
November 8, 2024 at 2:11 PM
It doesn't count if you were thinking about carnage when doing it, anyway. ( he says this with neither chastisement nor judgement, all the motes of teasing lightening his voice. similarly, "kira" feels like "kira" again; nice and proper without the trappings of a corpse. )
... but continue, since
... but continue, since
( kira cannot help but smile. a half-hearted thing compared to the reaping scythe that is kazuma's. he lifts the book, gently tapping kazuma's cheek. )
now, now... keep that in. there's nothing to be excited about... yet.
now, now... keep that in. there's nothing to be excited about... yet.
Kazuma tilts his head up to look at Kira upside-down, his grin practically feral. "Not when I'm involved."
'Sensual' and 'tortured' are quite the far cry from each other, aren't they?
November 8, 2024 at 8:11 AM
( kira cannot help but smile. a half-hearted thing compared to the reaping scythe that is kazuma's. he lifts the book, gently tapping kazuma's cheek. )
now, now... keep that in. there's nothing to be excited about... yet.
now, now... keep that in. there's nothing to be excited about... yet.
'Sensual' and 'tortured' are quite the far cry from each other, aren't they?
Well... yeah. Not a lot to do when you're too sick to do anything but read.
"You seem like the quiet tortured type who does that."
"You seem like the quiet tortured type who does that."
I do read those... but I read other things too. ( Kira hums, unsurprised by Kazuma's dismissiveness. He's always been a more hands-on sort of guy, afterall.
Funny enough, his first impression of the other had been that of a quiet, studious scholar, just like him. )
Sensual haiku, huh?
Funny enough, his first impression of the other had been that of a quiet, studious scholar, just like him. )
Sensual haiku, huh?
November 8, 2024 at 7:43 AM
'Sensual' and 'tortured' are quite the far cry from each other, aren't they?