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the garden has been 𝚆𝚁ꍟ𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳, it’s
patterns 𝗕𝗥𖦹𝗞𝗘𝗡. order turned to
c͜͡h𝐚𝐨𝐬. the s͟t͟o͟ry of my 𝐋.ᐟ𝐅𝐄.
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satoruclan.bsky.social
Some people were born to burden
the weight of the world.
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killerofkillers.bsky.social
Something had struck one of their own. The last time Jin-Woo had heard a sound like that, he had made it and this one hadn’t come from him. This was a fist that had broken through his blood.

“… Captain … @seongjinwoo.bsky.social

A lieutenant dared whisper.

#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪
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sorcerermeimei.bsky.social
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“ must my eyes deceive me .. this is unexpected .. as I do believe you are suppose to be dead. ”

Gaze unwavering as if truly in disbelief.
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sorcerermeimei.bsky.social
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Visuals blur as a shadow figure moves with purpose ˏˏ practically unseen as he raises an attack directly towards her head. ⧼ 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗞! ⧽ and her axe collides against the blow in an act to shield. ⧽
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sorcerermeimei.bsky.social
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Yet alone she was not ˏˏ another seems to beckon the same desire of solitude in the darkness surrounding her home. This shifting figure was .. difficult to place which normally would cause for concern. ⧽
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sorcerermeimei.bsky.social
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Most tend to be driven mad by the silence solitude brought ˏˏ however she welcomed it with open arms. A grand clock hanging on the distance wall offering soft tics to cut through. ⧽
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gardenofagony.bsky.social
FROM THE DEAD.
THE MEANS
THE MANNER
THE MIRACLE OF HIS
RETURN IS STILL …

… A MYSTERY.
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seongsuho.bsky.social
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WHAT YOU RULE ARE
NIGHTMARES, BUT THE
‘DARKNESS’ IS NOT YOURS …
DARKNESS IS MY FATHER’S’.

⠀━━─ SUNG SUHO.

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glorytohe.bsky.social
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HOW CAN I BE A HERO IF I CANNOT
SWALLOW A CURSE SUCH AS THIS?
ALL EVILS OF THE WORLD? A HERO
IS SOMEONE WHO CARRIES WITH
THEM EVERYTHING THEY SEE.

𝗜 𝗔𝗠 𝗔𝗟𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚
𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗.

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serration.bsky.social

更木 剣八.
Eʟᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʜ Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝐈𝗡𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗗, PEÉRLESS NAME
BEFORE C͟O͟U͟N͟T͟L͟E͟S͟S͟ 𝓒⛤𝙈𝘽𝘼𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙎...𝖎𝖙
HAS 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝐛𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝑻𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃.

#BLEACHRP ブリーチ
gardenofagony.bsky.social
constellation dotting the ground. this one weapon has history, moreover, it has changed the course of one ( AUG/06 ). with instantaneous precision, he aims to sever the target’s head as his opening assault. @sorcerermeimei.bsky.social
gardenofagony.bsky.social
“ there. ” ` SHATTER —— ! through window pane, white noise reverberates, scattering shards of glass into uncountable crystallized fragments as time came to a crawl before they hit the floor. floating in the wind — the sound of his motioning to retrieve his blade is obscured by the falling
gardenofagony.bsky.social
through bushes, his steps are hushed. but the windows reflect his shadow like a phantom cloaked in nightmare, akin to those things made-manifest at the corner of your eyes deep within imagination, the fear of being watched in your personal sanctuary.
gardenofagony.bsky.social
the smothering influence of nostalgia drew him closer, in the art of invisibility, he moves soundless under the sinful steed of black. ever-so swiftly — around the premises of this familiar home swallowed by the darkness. who exactly did this house belong to? his presence continued to stutter
gardenofagony.bsky.social
how uncanny that the winds brought him here. at the end of orchards a house loomed in a thick expanse of fog that spanned as far as toji’s eyes could see. in the vague distance, with it served as a moment of retrospection.

a night without worry … until it was.
gardenofagony.bsky.social
varies thoughts take it's formulation within the assassin’s mind, his concurrent objectives and aims were presumingly unknown — yet his feet piloted almost as if it were walking a path based off muscle memory. déjà vu some would call it, in a sense.
gardenofagony.bsky.social
society. 𝓝ow, in the heart of shinjuku’s sprawling maze of passageways, nightfalls and so it begins. a dead man’s affairs to be put in order, no — this is the rationality of a hired assassin back from the grave. memory gives moments immortality, putting something at work in his soul
gardenofagony.bsky.social
but we have learned that time is more fluid than believed, with each fit of his intensity colliding with the proverbial pine-box of a casket and out crawled disgust, as hell uproots — a sinister reintroduction to the zenin’s faulty product who turned against ‘his own’ — the reject of jujutsu’s
gardenofagony.bsky.social
FROM THE DEAD.
THE MEANS
THE MANNER
THE MIRACLE OF HIS
RETURN IS STILL …

… A MYSTERY.
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