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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. “Please; shut your trap before you wake the kids.” - ⠀ ⠀

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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. ❞

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< 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. >

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❝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. .>

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❝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. >

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< 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.

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四楓院夜. @ebonythundercat.bsky.social · 17/12/2024

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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KŪGO GINJŌ 『叛逆』 @sourukurosu.bsky.social · 10/12/2024

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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四楓院夜. @ebonythundercat.bsky.social · 26/11/2024

⠀ ⠀ 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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⠀ < She stretched her naked figure, going into the pantry and finding more dough for the biscuits, along with some cinnamon and a funnel that may or may not have been used on in someone’s bedroom last night. Awh, well. > ⠀

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⠀ < “Leave the cooking to Tessai from now on, eh? We don’t need you burning the shop down and killing us — then Soi Fon, would hunt you to the ends of the earth… you two can’t seem to function without me.” > ⠀

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⠀ “Not everything.” She challenged his intellect, proceeding to note that she had foretold his failure in the culinary arts. “Told ya. Maybe I’m psychic.” The smell of the charred biscuits upset her nostrils, and with ease, extended her pointer finger — zapping them into oblivion. > ⠀

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⠀ “What’s on the menu? And please tell me it’s not burnt like the last time you tried to whip up one of your machinations in our kitchen.” ⠀

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⠀ < Her arm snaked around his waist and she pulled him into her, nipping playfully at his neck. “Okāsan and Otōsan would be disgraced that you’d allow even me to sneak up on you so easily, Habibi. Bad boy.” Her chin rests on his shoulder. > ⠀

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⠀ < and accentuates her features. Paws to manicured toes and hands, long legs, spread hips, and lustrous long hair. She approached the clerk gracefully, moving involuntarily silent. Her lithe fingers spidered up his back and into his blonde hair, which she gently pulled. > ⠀

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⠀ < She follows the smell and winds up in the kitchen where the busybody Urahara was comically dashing from fridge to stove in an attempt to craft the perfect breakfast. Humming, she stretches, and black fur turns into smooth melanin skin that clings tightly to her decorum > ⠀

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