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Bonds Of The Heart (Building Our Family) - Chapter 6 - LadyMorgaine76 - Bleach (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
FINAL CHAPTER!
Jigokuraku's mangaka keeps feeding us everyday 🙏🙏🙏
White: What is the act of killing a friend called?
Tensa: Murder. Duh.
Ichigo: Homicide?
White: Alright, Ichigo, spell that out.
Ichigo: H-O-M-I-C-I-D-E.
White: Wrong. It's H-O-M-I-E-C-I-D-E.
“As if I care about what becomes of the things you want to protect. Make no mistake, Ichigo. The things you want to protect are not the same things that I want to protect.”
No podría olvidarme de ti si recuerdo todo lo que hiciste por mi, por esos bailes divertidos que hacías para hacerme reír, esos malos chistes que me hacían tener una gran sonrisa en mis labios.
Super belated, but...
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🍓 🍰 🍓 Happy Birthday Ichigo Kurosaki! 🍓 🍰 🍓
- July 15th -
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Super belated, but...
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🍓 🍰 🍓 Happy Birthday Ichigo Kurosaki! 🍓 🍰 🍓
- July 15th -
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Desde la pluma brotas, súbita llama tensa que se prende aun a la madera húmeda y la quema y la guarda. Entonces tu jadeo (reiterado, sonámbulo sonido que atraviesa las destruidas, de amor, paredes de mi cráneo y pronuncia sin decirlo mi solo nombre oscuro y dibuja mi rostro), tu jadeo me recorre. Yo gozo la tensa y acre miel de tus axilas y el vello, violento y deslumbrante, que sube, musgo negro, de tu vientre.
Aguja en el pajar | Jaime Labastida