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Stirring in his arms, her palm laid flat on his chest.

“Do you ever reminisce on how we ended up in the land of the living? How different we could’ve became had wherever we used to call home hadn’t changed?”

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A Rhetorical question indeed, one she already knew the answer to — another reason why she would be better off casting aside her encroaching thoughts and sink deeper into the considerate strokes of her hair. Why keep him up? -

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—— 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩, & 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨: 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, & 𝙬𝙖𝙧 .ᐟ

⠀⠀⠀╰──╮ #𝕾𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝕲𝐀𝐌𝐈 ╭──╯
⠀⠀⠀𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ —— 𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 .ᐟ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #bleachrp & #mvrp
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ™
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Nuzzled in his neck, svelte digits trace his chest vertically. Usually she’d return so late in the night that transforming back into her true flesh was unnecessary, making his bedside her comforter. But tonight, she longed for touch, for warmth, and for him.

“Habibi. . . Are you asleep yet?”

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Comes and lays on top of @uraharashoten.bsky.social .

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Hefty and baritone, her voice reverberated with the gruff of a commanding officer in the prime of his years, much more defined that Kisukes.

“If you woke me out of my sleep for nothing I’m going to have my army claw out your eyeballs.”

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If she didn’t stop him now he would wake Jinta, Ururu, and Tessai. Galloping to the corner of the living area, she rounded the shoji with an irate look in her eyes, golden ringlets dazzled in annoyance.

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Why the hell is he making all that noise out there? It’s too early, and as much as she wanted to ignore this vexing dealer of sweets and trinkets, it was impossible —naturally, he was annoying —loud —and overall persistent. -

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Snuggly nestled inside of her homely cat cave the whiskered feline stretched her stifled muscles —wringing her flexible physiology to such extents, that her tiny bones crackled and rejuvenated an otherwise drowsy decorum, in addition to an ill-temper. -

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❝You need to bathe, Habibi. Go run us a bath, I’ll join you. You can tell me all about how you’ve missed me being around to brighten up the gloom you’ve created in this place. ❞

< There goes that distinct stench of his, the one he gathers from weeks spent in the lab without even the thought of a bath crossing his mind—nevertheless, she was his mate and most things about him attracted her. She breathed a sensual breath against his ear, and licked around the lobe. >

❝What would you do without me, Habibi, huh? Probably roll over and die.❞

Unapologetically naked, sunk to the floor and wrapped her thickly plump thighs around his scrawny hips, arms around his abdomen, and eased her face in the crease of his neck. .>

❝You really are, ᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ.❞

Almost instantaneous did this creature transform into that of a human woman—copper toned ebony manicured nails and deep back length hair that about eased between her buttocks. Her hands locked on her curvaceous hips—she smacked his head. >

< whose long tongue licked its lips and yawned like that of a groggy middle-aged man near the end of his prime, and speaking even more corse with a baritone delivery.

The fusuma slid open to cast a big shadow of some unknown manner of beast; a vicious snarl, razors for fangs, and gigantic in size—right over the depressive, droopy, blonde sludge positioned in the middle of the beaded tatami. What entered was the exact contrast, a small black cat with honey eyes >

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Walks in fresh from a shower and sits on @uraharashoten.bsky.social .

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𝐓𝕽𝓔𝓐𝓢𝓞𝐍 ↴

𝐓he 𝒞rime of betraying one's 𝒞ountry, especially by attempting to 𝐊ill the 𝕾overeign or 𝒪verthrow the 𝓖overnment.

時間は絶えずあなたに追いつこうとします。そして轟音とともにそれはあなたを圧倒します。先を見ないでください。希望は背後から迫る予期せぬ流れの中にのみある。

#BLEACH

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Leans into his touch, nuzzling his lap and milking all the attention she’d get out of him before he disregards her for some machination or preposterous gizmos.

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< Plugging the machine into the socket and pulling open its insides, she neatly placed the rolls in rows, closing it and setting it to a low heat so they’ll rise.

“Easy as can be.” She hopped onto the counter beside the thing and swung her legs with a smile.

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<For some odd reason, Kisuke inverted the heat from the lasers so that he could practice his cooking until he was prepared for his truest and most formidable foe. The Oven.

“Nothing wrong with taking the easy way out, Habibi. Your stop-at-nothing attitude is going to be the death of you.”>

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< promoting him from irregular, to a premiere customer in a matter of weeks. This creation was called a DOME — originally meant to be a mini robot security precaution with built in cameras, audio sensors, and even laser beams for detected intruders. >

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< She jogged back into the pantry and rummaged around for that replica of an air fryer he made last week. He sold a few of his concoctions to Hitsugaya, whose curiosity towards Kisukes inventions seemingly blossomed out of nowhere — >

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< Rinsing her hands, and the funnel… she tossed and curled the dough into medium sized balls, showering them in cinnamon, and funneling creamy syrup into stomachs of the dough, all in one motion.

“Now that, that’s done…” >

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