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@indraspath.bsky.social
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ JUSTICE ๐ก๐ค๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐ฬต๐ฬต๐ฬต๐ฬต๐ฬต โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐ โโโ built on ๐ฒอ๐ อ๐ขอ๐ฑอ๐จอ๐ฅอ๐จอ๐ขอ๐คอ. โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ
โ โ โ โ โ ๐ป๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐กโ ๐๐๐๐กโ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ แฏฝ ๐ซ๐จ๐ช๐ค ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ค๐ซ๐ฒ: ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ปโโ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ง๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ค๐ก๐ ? โข โข โข ๅคง ็ด ่ฎ ๆฐท ่ผช ไธธ #BLEACHRP, #MVRP. โ โ โ โ โ
worthy could follow. half-pivot at the wrist preceded the moment, decisive โ and there, along the forearmโs path, came the actuation. Twin blades extended mid-spin. Their metallic song carved a silent promise through the frostbitten air. #๐๐๐๐๐ก / #๐๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ช
For a moment looking like a mirage, barely visible at the edge of a fallen branch. Then gone again, maneuvering like a chessboard being played in real-time around their prey. Gesturing a single claw across the chestplate to its kin in the trees. He then sees it, interprets
They fanned out beneath Jin-Wooโs command, and it watched him vanish into the trees, the others dispersing. Yautjas werenโt rushing their kills, an intelligent species bred for tracking. This one moved northwest โ uphill, where the canopy thinned, his back ghosting the bark.
โ Who will draw first ? Silence oppressiveใforbiddingใin this setting every shadow isnโt his soldierใtheyโre hunters. The teamโs senses sharpen to a painful edgeใevery nerve screaming that they are not alone. โ Spread out. I can still hear Suhoโs heartbeat. โ #๐๐๐๐๐ก / #๐๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ช
โ SPREAD OUT. โ The word lingered in the air like a curse, caught in the breath of the frost-choked forest. Sasuke hadnโt responded. The moment Jin-Wooโs voice fell silent, he was already goneโhis cloak ghosting behind the hollow of a pine trunk, Sharingan spinning slowly like a blade in oil. โโ
๐ตIN ์ฑ์ง์ฐ.@seongjinwoo.bsky.social ยท last yr.โ Who will draw first ? Silence oppressiveใforbiddingใin this setting every shadow isnโt his soldierใtheyโre hunters. The teamโs senses sharpen to a painful edgeใevery nerve screaming that they are not alone. โ Spread out. I can still hear Suhoโs heartbeat. โ #๐๐๐๐๐ก / #๐๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ช
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐ข๐ ๐ด๐ก๐ชอ๐ฐอ๐บอ๐ฐอ๐ถอ๐ตอ โ โ โ โโโ of ๐ญ๐จ๐ญ๐ฉ๐ ๐ง๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฃ. โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โช Part 1. โซ โ โ โ โ โ
Not our fault we ainโt apart of them brainwashed dickriding followers you have on twitter. The โcloutโ wonโt resonate, so yeah lame FOR YOU. We good here.
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๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฏ ๐๐๐๐ง.@sonofod.bsky.social ยท 2y ago๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐จ๐ช๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ด .. แแแพ แแ แแแแพ. โ โ
โ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, โ Itachi had said. Not shouted. Whisperedโlike a curse ๐ฆ๐๐ช๐ก into the marrow of his bones. That sentence had never left. It didnโt echo; it ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ... It bled into every breath, every step, every dream.
They called him ๐๐๐๐๐๐, but he was always just a boy who couldnโt let others ๐จ๐ช๐๐๐๐ง the way สแด แด ษชแด . (ไธไปฃ็ฎ็ซๅฝฑ : Tสแด Tแดสแด Oา Nแดสแดแดแด Uแดขแดแดแดแดษช.
โ โ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ โ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐๐๐ญ. ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ โ ๐พ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ. ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐, โพ. โ ๐ ๐ผ๐บ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐ผ๐พ ๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐บ ๐ป๐ ๐บ๐ฝ๐พ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐บ๐ผ๐. โ โ
โ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, โ Itachi had said. Not shouted. Whisperedโlike a curse ๐ฆ๐๐ช๐ก into the marrow of his bones. That sentence had never left. It didnโt echo; it ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ... It bled into every breath, every step, every dream.
And above it all, his brotherโs eyesโ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ , ๐๐๐ as dying stars. That night, something .. โช ๐ ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ ๐. โซ A boy wept. A brother walked away. And a vengeance older than his years took root in silence.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ก๐ค๐ค๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐ก๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐ข. Even now, when the wind passed through the trees like a whisper, Sasuke could still hear it โ โฆ the silence of ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต. The door sliding open. His motherโs lifeless form slumped over his fatherโs. Blood pooling like ink on the floor โ โ โ
๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โโ
Aizenโs gaze did not flinch beneath the shadowโs claim. Instead, it deepened โ fathomless, a chasm where the birth of stars met the death of gods, where reason dissolved into reverie. His voice emerged, not as sound, but as a vibration stirring the very marrow of existence. โ
๐ตIN ์ฑ์ง์ฐ.@seongjinwoo.bsky.social ยท last yr.Silence did not herald surrender. It was an invitationโa canvas of nullity upon which his defiance would be etched in twilightโs spectrum Jin-Woo did not retreat. He infringed upon the hushใa sovereign interloper trespassing through stillness made sacred by fear โ
each syllable a gravitational tide pulling at the strands of Jin-Wooโs carefully wrought cosmos. Yet within the pull lay a paradox: not domination, but invitation. ใโ But even the void hungersโ not for sustenance, but for recognition. To be named is to be known, and to be known is to beโฆ claimed.โ ใโ
โฆ the hand that ๐ ๐๐ค๐ ๐โ๐๐๐ and the pen that dictates order.โ ใAizenโs form shimmered, phasing between existence and oblivion as if unbound by mortal constraints. The very concept of his being became a riddle, a cipher composed of light devoured and darkness birthed. โ
ใโ You mistake the abyss for a blank page, but it is a palimpsest โ layered with the ink of countless souls who dared to challenge the inevitable.โ ใHis sword rose, the air coalescing around it in a symphony of silent thunder, and with a deliberate, almost reverential motion, โ
he cleaved the space between them โ not with violence, but with undeniable authority. The slash did not carve flesh or bone. Instead, it severed intent, slicing through Jin-Wooโs domain like a scalpel excising the cancer of defiance. โ
ใโ I am not your adversary, Jin-Woo. I am the reckoning you refuse to acknowledge โ the silence beyond your symphony, the shadow that completes your light.โ ใThe battlefield seemed to inhale, the atmosphere thickening as if the world itself awaited the inevitable crescendo. โ
โ โ โ โ โ Yet in that pregnant pause, Aizenโs voice softened, a whisper threading through the void like a promise โ or a curse. โ โ โ โ โ ใโ Now, instead of โ โ blinking โฆ ๐๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐.โ ใ โ โ โ โ โ
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐๐ฎ ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ? โ โ โ โ ... ๐๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ตโ๐ด ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ง๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฆ ? The mirror closes behind him. Not like a trap. But like a promise. โช ๐๐๐๐. ๐ฏ - ๐๐๐. โซ โ โ โ โ โ
๐ณ๐ง๐ค ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ง๐ ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ค๐ต๐ค๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ค๐ฅ๐ซ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ก๐ ๐ข๐ช. ๐ผ๐๐๐. ๐ฅ โฒ ๐ซ๐ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ญ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ก๐ฒ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ค.
Thereโs a part of me that only wakes in the ๐๐๐๐... #๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฃ๐ฒ๐ด๐ญ๐ฃ๐ ๐ธ ๐ง๐พโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐พ. ๐ง๐พ ๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐. ๐ง๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐. But he swingsใๆฌๆใlike he was ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ช๐ต. Maybe he was. Maybe I was just the part pretending not to be him.
