白い骨

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the purest emperor
a heart of gold
a soul of platinum
he is la lune
the star of heaven
royal beauty bright

roleplay blog for the rokubantai-taichou from BLEACH.
est. 2012
as beloved by abigail.

白い沈黙

CURRENTLY: hiatus.

TIME ZONE: currently CEST.

astrcea:

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                there was a lot they learned about SOULS, how easily they could be corrupted, turned on itself to something so different from what they once were. frisk has also seen what it was like to be without a SOUL, more than just horrid, how it changed someone so terribly, it was sad. frisk was just a child, but their own SOUL was touched by something, unseen and dark and they didn’t like it one bit. it’s what drove them to be alone now. 

                and they can see this… monster? certainly not like the ones they’ve met. big and intimidating, didn’t look like it was up for making any friends, it had the poor kid frozen. what should they do? they don’t think they can talk to it, they certainly won’t try to FIGHT it either. small hands go up flat against their chest, a habitual defense mechanism. they open their lips, try to call out for help until they remembered that each time they did no one ever came. they’re stuck.        \ @lunaeterea  ♡  !

   SING O MUSE, O’ THIS BEWILDERING SERAPH AMONG THE CONGLOMERATION. that soul slayer; he was to be bestowed upon the air with its master’s laterality, albeit it would be confined until his shikai proved suitable. behold that master, a flash master, justly adapted without a verbal retort to the announcing presence (whose screeching talons and bleeding windpipe could scarce be heard lest reiou will it). enclosed in that soul slayer: an introspection. be grateful that he remained desirous of perusing a shivering frame, this little dying light of the world. very well then, would he disclose to this ruthless antagonist: IT’S THROAT IS HIS TO WRING

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    for today is pronounced ‘judgement’, and HE IS THE REAPER. and indeed, it scatters beautifully– body bisected before vanishing from their likeness in a speckled, most fortunate absolution. SING O MUSE! HOW THIS SERAPH APPEARED TO BRIGHTEN BITTER NIHILISM! in his clutch, his most remarkable acquaintance: senbonzakura, his heart and soul– in no universe could he exist without it! go to rest now, he beckons, you have played your part my immortal instrument. and to shivering souls does he turn, poor banished child of eve. what does ATLAS HAVE ON THOSE SHOULDERS?

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▬▬ Do not fear me.
    The threat is gone.”