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⠀ we are heralding a 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 , @serration.bsky.social‬ . ⠀
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chidamariken.bsky.social
/ while i'm an absolute hoe for drama , i'm just ... literally here to write ... spare plots not tea at the moment bc man im drying out
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⠀⸻ ❝ 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭—𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬. ❞

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tensazngetsu.bsky.social
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𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 — 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭.
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 — 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽.

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙,
⏾. ⋅ 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾
𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾
𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄.

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chidamariken.bsky.social
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“ you will never know ordinary peace, ” comes her assured curse , her accursed blessing that washes over him like the blood pool that she graced his sights , his form , and his soul with. “ not when you've melded yourself with me , forever. ”

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restraint. that accursed word that she trained herself with , in order to honour whatever creed that preserved her to this day to prolong the joy of the kill. the joy of strength , the joy of feeling his fingertips return home to her collarbone.

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“ ... but you don't know that 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 , if we show what we know in the open. ”

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a hitch of her breath , caught in the middle as it echoes within the enclosed training grounds , becomes much more sacred than the holiest of rituals. the scar that never heals , the scar that throbs at his voice whenever he is near ...

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“ you thought myself changed, ” unohana muses , gently taking his brutish hands in her lithe one before having it press upon that scar ; that accursed , blessed scar , for him to feel under his fingertips. “ you agonized. you grieved. ”

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“ that is what 𝐲𝐨𝐮 thought , zaraki, ” is what she says in response to his disappointment , before the deluge of the way he accurately understands what they are before the blood , the flesh torn asunder , the lives that cease to be.

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𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 , 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 about zaraki's understanding.

that is how they view each other , of course ; as fellow blades that yearn to maim , strike , to cross each other at every given opportunity. to the untrained eye , it's picking fights.

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serration.bsky.social
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Kenpachi as the boy whose first erection was a blade pressed to his throat—— 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆.

“ Disappear? ”
He repeated it like the word offended him. Or worse, wounded him. The tone dragged like a body left warm in the dirt. “ You really think something like 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 just disappears? “

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“ did you ever have the semblance of that part of me having disappeared? ” comes empty , chilling tones. it's what she sounds best in , after all ; the tones that this man desires the most. “ my hands yearn to draw blood each day , zaraki. ”

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b̵̲͕͊u̷̥͙̅͘t̶̡͚̋͝ ̸̜̀ ̶̳͛ẖ̴͆͒o̶̹͇̐ẅ̵̲́̾ ̴̥͗͜ ̸̘̈h̶̼̗̏y̸̼̙͝p̶͙͊o̸̙͕̚c̴͇͊r̴̲͓̈́̈́i̸̢͉̒t̶͙̍͜í̸̼̒c̵͈͠a̴̧̭̅̎l̷̞̓̏.̸̱̮̌͝ ̴̯͙͒͝ ̸̖͌f̶̭̳͛e̵͈̙͊̕ḁ̸͊̀s̷̪̏̋t̷̨̥̎.̵̧͔̽́ ̴̧̒͜ ̴̬͂d̶̪͚͝e̵̟̞͋̓v̷͉̒̉ȏ̸̡u̴͙̾r̴͓͈̾̋.̵͍̾̋

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a sword is sharp , but it will inevitably dull when it's used one too many times. restraint is hardly anything to be proud of , but it is that very patience that keeps a sword sharp at all times -- ever ready for the blood that awaits.

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as if any of them wanted to be cured in the first place ; with her neck craning to accept the danger of his warmth , she's already made her decision to prioritize what they both so dearly need instead of outward proprieties.

yet , discipline.

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰 , there is nothing more containing than the repressed spirit of seeking the most visceral of things.

for that , unohana cannot blame him ; because 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 , in everything that existed , exists and will exist , cure their dear afflictions?
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ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ 𝒔𝒾𝓃𝓈.
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#𝖲𝖾𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖲𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒

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𝙷ᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss consists in frequent
repetition 𝙤𝙛—— 𝖕𝐥𝐞𝐚𝘀𝖚𝖗𝖊.

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so she regularly tells herself. not yet. 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵.

he wants her to admit her wrongs. he wants her to say something , anything , as she looks back at he who 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 her within her restraints.

“ then search for someone else. ”
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ebony locks , silky as they pool down her ichor-stained 𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘳𝘪 , gather in slender hands to return to the veneer of mild grace that all knew ; fingers braid away as she binds her hair to its restrained fashion. it is not the time to indulge him.
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the push and pull of having to be as they aren't ; one with the morals of a serpent , and the other with the ravenous hunger of a wolf , exchanging trysts like these in the pretense of training ( as if they needed more , that they lack! ).
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“ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 are displeased then. ” it's hardly anything new to her ; despite having her form shoved off ever unceremoniously , it's not as if she minded at the very least. they playacted for this long , adhering to an unspoken status quo before the masses.
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something she accidentally created and losing someone who could’ve sustained the 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 catharsis towards her relief, someone who she loved and granted her a fulfilling 𝖗𝙚𝐥𝖊𝖆𝐬𝖊 in the end.

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