THRONED to 𝐿𝑎𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠.
@gurimujo.bsky.social
NO ONE RIPPED MY HEART OUT,
I HANDED IT TO MY OWN 𝕵AWS.
—— " Heh … y’feel that? it wasn’t just the sound of my sonido, that crack was your jaw tryin’ to remember where the rest of your face went. Two-for-one special. Wanna line up again? "
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
—— " Heh … y’feel that? it wasn’t just the sound of my sonido, that crack was your jaw tryin’ to remember where the rest of your face went. Two-for-one special. Wanna line up again? "
—— fired like a battering ram, shoulder pitched over his hip, with the full twist of his waist behind it. Knuckles plunged against Starrk’s jawline, connecting beneath the hinge and traveling through muscle and nerve with a jarring crack. Force didn’t stop at the surface, it transferred through ——
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
—— fired like a battering ram, shoulder pitched over his hip, with the full twist of his waist behind it. Knuckles plunged against Starrk’s jawline, connecting beneath the hinge and traveling through muscle and nerve with a jarring crack. Force didn’t stop at the surface, it transferred through ——
—— the smoldering plume of smoke broke apart.
Even as the pressure cleared between them, the grin on Grimmjow’s face hadn’t dulled in the slightest. “ You two’re real damn cute when you try at the same time. ”
The rotation of his lower body masked the vanish. Sonido wasn’t used for ——
Even as the pressure cleared between them, the grin on Grimmjow’s face hadn’t dulled in the slightest. “ You two’re real damn cute when you try at the same time. ”
The rotation of his lower body masked the vanish. Sonido wasn’t used for ——
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
—— the smoldering plume of smoke broke apart.
Even as the pressure cleared between them, the grin on Grimmjow’s face hadn’t dulled in the slightest. “ You two’re real damn cute when you try at the same time. ”
The rotation of his lower body masked the vanish. Sonido wasn’t used for ——
Even as the pressure cleared between them, the grin on Grimmjow’s face hadn’t dulled in the slightest. “ You two’re real damn cute when you try at the same time. ”
The rotation of his lower body masked the vanish. Sonido wasn’t used for ——
June 29, 2025 at 8:55 PM
Clapping Nel cheeks agenda.
May 18, 2025 at 1:27 AM
Clapping Nel cheeks agenda.
Stark be yappin on and on and on and on and on. It’s like missionary position every night.
May 15, 2025 at 4:07 AM
Stark be yappin on and on and on and on and on. It’s like missionary position every night.
——
“ 𝗚 𝗥 𝗔 𝗡 𝗥 𝗘 𝗬 𝗖 𝗘 𝗥 𝗢. ”
Firing without an iota of hesitancy, surging forth the moment his opponents dared to declare their defiance. It tore through the air, meeting the two Espada head-on, clashing violently against the blade they - or - she would raise in futile opposition.
“ 𝗚 𝗥 𝗔 𝗡 𝗥 𝗘 𝗬 𝗖 𝗘 𝗥 𝗢. ”
Firing without an iota of hesitancy, surging forth the moment his opponents dared to declare their defiance. It tore through the air, meeting the two Espada head-on, clashing violently against the blade they - or - she would raise in futile opposition.
May 13, 2025 at 5:40 AM
——
“ 𝗚 𝗥 𝗔 𝗡 𝗥 𝗘 𝗬 𝗖 𝗘 𝗥 𝗢. ”
Firing without an iota of hesitancy, surging forth the moment his opponents dared to declare their defiance. It tore through the air, meeting the two Espada head-on, clashing violently against the blade they - or - she would raise in futile opposition.
“ 𝗚 𝗥 𝗔 𝗡 𝗥 𝗘 𝗬 𝗖 𝗘 𝗥 𝗢. ”
Firing without an iota of hesitancy, surging forth the moment his opponents dared to declare their defiance. It tore through the air, meeting the two Espada head-on, clashing violently against the blade they - or - she would raise in futile opposition.
—— The 𝓚𝐈𝐍𝐆’𝐒 eyes, twin furnaces of seething resentment, seared through the distance between them, a promise of chaos woven into his every fiber. The words weren’t shouted. They were detonated, its passage a harbinger of the end ——
May 13, 2025 at 5:40 AM
—— The 𝓚𝐈𝐍𝐆’𝐒 eyes, twin furnaces of seething resentment, seared through the distance between them, a promise of chaos woven into his every fiber. The words weren’t shouted. They were detonated, its passage a harbinger of the end ——
—— Left hand braced against the right, elbow rigid, shoulders taut with ritualistic discipline. The physical union of his limbs alone could contain the gargantuan force amassed within, Not to steady—no, Grimmjow did not doubt his aim.
Restraining it only to savor the coalescence ——
Restraining it only to savor the coalescence ——
May 13, 2025 at 5:40 AM
—— Left hand braced against the right, elbow rigid, shoulders taut with ritualistic discipline. The physical union of his limbs alone could contain the gargantuan force amassed within, Not to steady—no, Grimmjow did not doubt his aim.
Restraining it only to savor the coalescence ——
Restraining it only to savor the coalescence ——
—— who’ve committed such violence upon themselves enough times to make it devotional, torn like a leash their ( god ) had tied around the Sexta’s neck for a reason. Vermillion gushed flowing in perfect synchrony, a ribbon of ruby from his palm. The blood began to spiral, twisting ——
May 13, 2025 at 5:40 AM
—— who’ve committed such violence upon themselves enough times to make it devotional, torn like a leash their ( god ) had tied around the Sexta’s neck for a reason. Vermillion gushed flowing in perfect synchrony, a ribbon of ruby from his palm. The blood began to spiral, twisting ——
—— orchestration of obliteration.
And so, offering his own blood as covenant to the annihilation he was eager to unleash..
With a single, surgical stroke, Jaegerjaquez ran the oblique edge of his zanpakutō across his own index, lacerating an immaculate line, the kind only drawn by men ——
And so, offering his own blood as covenant to the annihilation he was eager to unleash..
With a single, surgical stroke, Jaegerjaquez ran the oblique edge of his zanpakutō across his own index, lacerating an immaculate line, the kind only drawn by men ——
May 13, 2025 at 5:40 AM
—— orchestration of obliteration.
And so, offering his own blood as covenant to the annihilation he was eager to unleash..
With a single, surgical stroke, Jaegerjaquez ran the oblique edge of his zanpakutō across his own index, lacerating an immaculate line, the kind only drawn by men ——
And so, offering his own blood as covenant to the annihilation he was eager to unleash..
With a single, surgical stroke, Jaegerjaquez ran the oblique edge of his zanpakutō across his own index, lacerating an immaculate line, the kind only drawn by men ——
—— His irises, slitted and lambent, glimmered with a joyless ecstasy. There was no restraint, only readiness, shackled by the centrifuge of his reiryoku, which spun outward in widening gyres, viscous and unrepentant. No mercy in his method. He craved the rupture of equilibrium, the ——
May 13, 2025 at 5:40 AM
—— His irises, slitted and lambent, glimmered with a joyless ecstasy. There was no restraint, only readiness, shackled by the centrifuge of his reiryoku, which spun outward in widening gyres, viscous and unrepentant. No mercy in his method. He craved the rupture of equilibrium, the ——
—— incised by the metaphysical rift his motion wrought. The ground beneath him, though untouched, emitted a shudder deep in its substrata.
Yet for all the ruin he invited, he stood in perfect equipoise. 𝓟antera was fully drawn, a living, hungry extension of his thirst.
“ I’ll take you both on. ”
Yet for all the ruin he invited, he stood in perfect equipoise. 𝓟antera was fully drawn, a living, hungry extension of his thirst.
“ I’ll take you both on. ”
May 12, 2025 at 6:21 AM
—— incised by the metaphysical rift his motion wrought. The ground beneath him, though untouched, emitted a shudder deep in its substrata.
Yet for all the ruin he invited, he stood in perfect equipoise. 𝓟antera was fully drawn, a living, hungry extension of his thirst.
“ I’ll take you both on. ”
Yet for all the ruin he invited, he stood in perfect equipoise. 𝓟antera was fully drawn, a living, hungry extension of his thirst.
“ I’ll take you both on. ”
—— the ‘too-good-for-everyone’ lone wolf. How utterly pathetic, the so-called elite of the Espada, now just a circle jerk. Words lashed out, but his spirit kept its distance, The jaguar in him understood.
Wolves didn’t chase, they waited. Watched. And when they moved, it wasn’t for show ——
Wolves didn’t chase, they waited. Watched. And when they moved, it wasn’t for show ——
May 12, 2025 at 6:15 AM
—— the ‘too-good-for-everyone’ lone wolf. How utterly pathetic, the so-called elite of the Espada, now just a circle jerk. Words lashed out, but his spirit kept its distance, The jaguar in him understood.
Wolves didn’t chase, they waited. Watched. And when they moved, it wasn’t for show ——
Wolves didn’t chase, they waited. Watched. And when they moved, it wasn’t for show ——
—— “ I ain’t here to talk. I’m here to take. ” Grimmjow let out a low snarl, a flash of wildness crossing his features. He didn’t want to think about the cost. “ Ain’t it just like old times? You two starin’ down your noses like I’m a damn stray that wandered back through the gate. “
May 12, 2025 at 6:15 AM
—— “ I ain’t here to talk. I’m here to take. ” Grimmjow let out a low snarl, a flash of wildness crossing his features. He didn’t want to think about the cost. “ Ain’t it just like old times? You two starin’ down your noses like I’m a damn stray that wandered back through the gate. “
May 11, 2025 at 7:57 PM
—— Grimmjow’s gaze of aquamarine fire flickered over her for a split second, not out of interest, but to size her up, to gauge how much territory he could take, provoking her, like a shark watching a jaguar drink from its sea.
“ Outta the way Primera. “ ——
“ Outta the way Primera. “ ——
May 11, 2025 at 7:56 PM
—— Grimmjow’s gaze of aquamarine fire flickered over her for a split second, not out of interest, but to size her up, to gauge how much territory he could take, provoking her, like a shark watching a jaguar drink from its sea.
“ Outta the way Primera. “ ——
“ Outta the way Primera. “ ——
—— “ So this is where you’ve fallen, wearing Aizen’s leftovers with honor. Being a servant to a dead man’s ideals. How long are you gonna keep pretending you didn’t sell your soul for a throne? “
Before him, a twisted duo in the windswept wreckage of Aizen’s empire ——
Before him, a twisted duo in the windswept wreckage of Aizen’s empire ——
May 11, 2025 at 7:56 PM
—— “ So this is where you’ve fallen, wearing Aizen’s leftovers with honor. Being a servant to a dead man’s ideals. How long are you gonna keep pretending you didn’t sell your soul for a throne? “
Before him, a twisted duo in the windswept wreckage of Aizen’s empire ——
Before him, a twisted duo in the windswept wreckage of Aizen’s empire ——
—— the ambitions of men long since lost. The kind of gait a panther makes when it knows there’s no longer anything left to fear. He didn’t posture. He didn’t grin. His eyes—half-lidded, blue as frostbite, swept the vastness of the throne room. None of it felt earned. Not a single part of ——
May 11, 2025 at 7:55 PM
—— the ambitions of men long since lost. The kind of gait a panther makes when it knows there’s no longer anything left to fear. He didn’t posture. He didn’t grin. His eyes—half-lidded, blue as frostbite, swept the vastness of the throne room. None of it felt earned. Not a single part of ——
𝐿𝑎 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑎 𝑦 𝑙𝑎 𝐺𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎.
May 11, 2025 at 7:55 PM
𝐿𝑎 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑎 𝑦 𝑙𝑎 𝐺𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎.
—— to remind him he was still here, in the hush of forever. Grimmjow’s gaze drifted skyward. The false sky. Sick with artificial pallor, pale and unliving. A stratosphere that pretended to be something it never was. “ You ever think this place is just what’s left when you strip away the world ? ——
May 11, 2025 at 1:38 AM
—— to remind him he was still here, in the hush of forever. Grimmjow’s gaze drifted skyward. The false sky. Sick with artificial pallor, pale and unliving. A stratosphere that pretended to be something it never was. “ You ever think this place is just what’s left when you strip away the world ? ——
—— who’s lived in this place longer than anyone else you sure do talk like a drunk poet. ”
Grimmjow’s voice was a rasp, like he hadn’t spoken in days, and it carried the weight of someone who’d long since grown tired of pointless conversation.
“ This place ain’t crowded. It’s just fuckin ——
Grimmjow’s voice was a rasp, like he hadn’t spoken in days, and it carried the weight of someone who’d long since grown tired of pointless conversation.
“ This place ain’t crowded. It’s just fuckin ——
May 11, 2025 at 1:38 AM
—— who’s lived in this place longer than anyone else you sure do talk like a drunk poet. ”
Grimmjow’s voice was a rasp, like he hadn’t spoken in days, and it carried the weight of someone who’d long since grown tired of pointless conversation.
“ This place ain’t crowded. It’s just fuckin ——
Grimmjow’s voice was a rasp, like he hadn’t spoken in days, and it carried the weight of someone who’d long since grown tired of pointless conversation.
“ This place ain’t crowded. It’s just fuckin ——