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creeps up behind her, breath on her neck, smirk on his face - he squeezes her backside briefly and leans over her frame to pick up the book he was wanting to finish. “Hah, you’re in the way, ‘hime.” @gcntlesouled

#tbt.#gcntlesouled #:)

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Mastering one’s Bankai takes a decade of grueling, intense training in nearly all cases. Zaraki Kenpachi is not one of the exceptions to this rule. With a Bankai as monstrous as his own, simply getting used to the sheer power of the form is a hurdle to overcome in and of itself, as the sheer expenditure of reiatsu is enough to shred his flesh and crack his bones. But he does it anyway, determined to truly know the voice of his blade, to listen to that piece of his soul in a way he had been ignoring for centuries. And every time he does, he returns with a new injury.

Today’s is especially bad. He rides the lift out of Muken while supported by one leg and his blade, jammed into the ground, as his other leg seems to have nearly been torn off at the knee. Blood drips freely onto the ground, but Kenpachi refuses the help of those waiting for him at the top of that road to imprisonment. He takes a few unsteady steps, wincing at the pain... until he’s stopped by a silver-haired someone.

“...’m fine. i’ll walk it off.”

#;; ic #gcntlesouled #OH BOY

@gcntlesouled said: ❤️ - leith for isane ~

send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

#;whatever you want babe [ leith lister ]#gcntlesouled #isane is a beautiful woman #whom leith forgets she's his enemy sometimes

@gcntlesouled said: gently slides a lil ⛵ for leith and isane & r u n s

Send ⛵ if you ship our muses

sell my soul to the devil and call me the anti-christ cAUSE HELL FUCKING YES.

#;whispers and rambles [ ooc ]#;whatever you want babe [ leith lister ]#gcntlesouled #even if leith might die for it #it's a chance worth risking #she's such a sweetheart #and he just cannot not fall hard for her

@gcntlesouled [Isane] said: "You came back."

“Of course.” It didn’t seem expected; though he didn’t expect it either. It wasn’t as if he had anywhere else, so she was the next best thing. Yet he pondered if she’d get in trouble from his presence. Not that he couldn’t play it off, if they were caught.

“Couldn’t keep away; not when there’s such a pretty gal here.”

#;whatever you want babe [ leith lister ]#gcntlesouled

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caress cheek / szayel 8)

“Exactly how attached are ya t’ that hand?”

#gcntlesouled #Grimmjow Ic :|| ᶤ ᵃᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏᶤᶰᵍ #[ KJHFSDKGH DG ]

@gcntlesouled said: slides him an iced-coffee. uvu

T here subsists a blanketing telling that coexistence ‘tween divergent planes of terrestrial components were subjectively gratifying to undergo ... to embrace aloft industrious shoulders kindred to a supplementary layer of perspiring- induced apparels. --- He, however, distasted it with an intensity correspondence to the avidly heated oscillations which emanated from the summer deity’s extensive occupancy. - Not only was the adolescent’s office prickling venations, of interfering sensations, conceived by this undesirable heatwave, but he, himself, had become exceedingly exhausted in mental strength. ----- He’s attempted to fall ‘neath the ballasts of sleep, of course, but prevailed not for his Shihakusho, as well as his Haori, attires ordinarily loosen ‘pon his anatomy, did naught but cling to him like adhering mucilage, making it far too uncomfortable, far too irritable, for him to claim even the slightest of repose. - In all truth, he didn't remotely feel like retreating from his perch; movements only proffered further exertion. - And he exasperatingly groans - yearning tea; anything of the beverage variety to hydrate his parched gullet. -- Lo and behold was he abruptly faced with a cup of cooling Iced- coffee. Distributed by his ever punctual third seat Yoshihisa Yuuji. He eyes the simpering man, tongue wordless still, returning a gentle expression of grateful recognition in turn for the much-required gesture. - Svelte wearied fingers, a brace or thrice unfavorably tinged by residual ink, coiled ‘round the commodity as Hitsugaya instantly revels onto its contents; utterly refreshing.

#gcntlesouled #What a Savior #It won't save you from paperwork duty #tho #BI

@gcntlesouled. ‘ forget it. i’ll do it myself. ’ // shizuka @ keigo 8)

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗵𝗼. it was the complaint on his lips that was ready to be forged, to be sent into a figurative battle, laying waste to the cranky disposition of one riko shizuka. it was a remark riddled with pure wit, words that would have built upon his own suit of armor to protect himself against her barrage of words. sharp & stinging. unforgiving & humorless. he had thought of it, chronically tired of being on the other side & the idea of it lingering in the deepest recesses of his mind. it served as a reminder —— that but a mere moment could be the last drop to make the water trickle.

yet, he never did. it would have been easy to lash out with syllables that could burn. it would have ended up being the cheap road, an easy path to take. but the early morning still had not passed, dew clinging onto the windowpane like an old friend. cars lined the street, freight being unloaded at the retail store. in the midst of it all, his work lay untouched. some days were a breeze. others simply were not. however, to fault himself & her to be at the centre of this misunderstanding would have been akin to making a papercut worse. despite it all, he harbored no resentment.