@nyreio
➢⠀⠀⠀YESSS MK.. I GOT INTO IT RECENTLY HEH
➢⠀⠀⠀I FREAKIGM LOVE KUNG LAO…. HES SO CUTE
➢⠀⠀⠀PLEAS!!! i’m also tempted to make one of my existing ocs into an mk oc :think: and also mk1 kung lao or kenshi :think::think::think:
➢⠀⠀⠀TEEHEE I WOULD LOVE THAT!!!! MOAR MK..
do you believe yourself superior?
* ignore that im resending it right now. I noticed a typo and it killed me
vol. ███: the holy war \ …perhaps i do believe i’m better than all of them— leagues better than them on every level. perhaps i don’t. [see: noriko would never say it, but the answer to inesu’s question is yes.] what is it to you, inesu? do /you/ believe yourself superior? [noriko tilts her head, her features unreadable. something of resentment can be seen in her eyes at the thought of the central 46. she looks up at inesu, awaiting his answer.] the rest of my clan and the central 46’s ignorance is … awfully irksome. [ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴬˢᴷ ˢᴸᴵᴾˢ, ᴮᴿᴵᴱᶠᴸʸ— the words she utters and the tone she uses aren’t things the 4th seat would typically do, not in front of prying eyes, at least. however, at inesu’s ramblings, she can’t help but speak what's truly on her mind.] oh, no need for apologies, @sangitsu. i find your ramblings rather enjoyable. but yes, i’ve returned for more research— my pursuit of knowledge never seems to stop, haha.. i do apologize if my persistent visits are tiresome, though. [noriko smiles, but it does not reach her eyes.]
—to them, of course, the ignorant ones. if you do, there’s no need to feel guilty. it is easy to. knowing everything, the “truth” of it all.. and [they] willingly remain blind and content with it all. (ah!) silly me, silly me, forgive me, forgive me, you see—me, rambling again, it seems my old age has caught up to me.. you visit the archives often, fukuzawa. “research”, is it?
* meep(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )
⠀⠀ a disciple’s tale:
est. 2024, brought back 2026 / thread to be updated periodically as i see fit, do not steal
¹ The Fukuzawa clan, the Soul Society’s 5th Noble Family, known for making up a majority of the Central 46. Rumored to be cursed.
Noriko Fukuzawa, former captain of the Gotei 13’s 2nd division, succeeding Yoruichi Shihōin. Youngest daughter of the now-deceased 21st Fukuzawa clan¹ head, Akihiko.
Currently sentenced to 19,572 years in the Central Great Underground Prison’s 8th level, Muken by 22nd clan head & older brother, Daigo after being found guilty for several crimes, including: high treason, mass murder, abandoning of her station, conspiracy against the Soul Society, and more. Most prominently found guilty for the massacre of the Central 46, where several members of the Fukuzawa clan were slaughtered by Noriko’s hand, most notably being her father.
Once known as a benevolent Captain, loyal to the Seireitei and its people, Noriko is now regarded as a traitor and highly dangerous threat, now known for aiding Sōsuke Aizen alongside Gin Ichimaru & Kaname Tōsen in his plots against the Soul Society.
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* AHHHH AHHHH AHHHHHH!!!! you ate i fear
* see now this wouldnt be an issue if shitpad didn’t get rid of the pm features MY GOD
but let me drop a line for u since i wasnt able to earlier!!
we’re the only people in this world right now, did ya know that?
A GENTLE MELODY FADES INTO THE BACKGROUND AS COLE AND FAUSTINE SWAY WITH EVERY BEAT. Cole had been the one taking the initiative, feeling a sense of familiarity as he lead the pair with each step. however the brand of whiskey was beginning to flush his cheeks and he found Faustine was directing parts of this performance, allowing her to be his anchor when needed. their close proximity was intimate, and in the moment there would be no threat to invoke any fear. nothing else mattered. just them. “i wish we could stay like this forever..”
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❛ T͟H͟E͟ ͟S͟I͟L͟V͟E͟R͟ ͟L͟I͟N͟I͟N͟G͟. ❜
━━ G.R & H.H
❪ ID: ❫ @gyeolseong
DATE. X.XX.XX
━ ━ ━ OPEN FILE? ⟮ ⎷ ⟯
ᴬᶜᶜᴱᔆᔆ ᴳᴿᴬᴺᵀᴱᴰ ⟮ C͟O͟N͟T͟I͟N͟U͟E͟ ͟ ⟯
[₁] | THE SMELL OF ADOBO, PALABOK, CHICKENJOY ⅋ FRIES FILLS UP GABRIEL’S SENSES. THE SIGHT OF HYEONJU FROM ACROSS THE TABLE MAKES HIM CHUCKLE, HE COULD CHOKE ON HIS NOODLES. H͟E͟ ͟D͟O͟E͟S͟N͟’͟T͟ , THANKFULLY. BUT THE SOUND OF LAUGHTER CAUSES HYEONJU TO RAISE HER HEAD UP IN ANNOYANCE. S͟H͟E͟’͟S͟ ͟A͟L͟R͟E͟A͟D͟Y͟ ͟C͟U͟S͟S͟I͟N͟G͟ UP A STORM, FINGERS DIG INTO HER ⟋ P͟O͟O͟R͟ ⟋ SPICY CHICKEN DELUXE. NOW WHAT DID IT DO TO DESERVE THAT? NOT ONLY THAT, BUT HER SCARRED KNUCKLES GLISTENED WITH GREASE. SHE LOOKS A MESS, BATTERED, BLOODIED ⅋ BRUISED FROM EVENTS OF TONIGHT. THEIR EXTRACTION POINT WAS SABOTAGED, ⅋ NOW HERE THEY ARE. AT SOME JOLLIBEE’S ⟋ T͟H͟A͟T͟ ͟S͟H͟O͟U͟L͟D͟N͟’͟T͟ ⟋ BE OPEN […] BUT OBVIOUSLY HAD SOME SYMPATHY FOR THE WAY HE LOOKED━━ THE MOUTHY ASS KID HE HAD WITH HIM ⟋H͟Y͟E͟O͟N͟J͟U͟ ⟋ OR HIS SMOOTH TAGALOG.
[₂] REYES COULDN’T REALLY PAY ATTENTION TO HYEONJU’S WORDS. THE SAUCE ON HER UPPER LIP WAS ALREADY TESTING HIM━━ H͟E͟ ͟W͟A͟S͟N͟’͟T͟ ANY BETTER THOUGH, EATING WITH HIS HANDS GAVE GABRIEL THE LOOK OF A STARVED MAN. ❜ ❛ 'H͟I͟N͟D͟I͟ ͟T͟A͟T͟A͟K͟A͟S͟ ANG pagkain, shit! What are you rushing for niña? Comes como un cerdo, even worse than Cole Cassidy. Maybe I’m rubbing off on ya, you’re slowly becoming Filipina. It’s a goddamn Christmas miracle. S͟E͟E͟, IMMA SHOW YOU OFF TO YOUR MGA TITAS ⅋ YOUR TÍOS. You’ve gotta learn how to cook the food too to get in the culture niña.' ❜ ❛
you're makin' a mistake, doll. seriously, this plan will have horrific consequences. you know it's bad because i'm taking this seriously.
GOD. OH, /GOD/. 내 아기 — WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU ???
THE INCARNATE ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘⁿ,
LADY JEJU | HAN—EUL. 〳
⧼ i. lady jeju &
the beloved sister.
❛ I’M SORRY. I’M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING. HYEON—JU, IF I COULD CLEAN & NURSE ALL THE WOUNDS & SCARS YOU’VE GAINED FROM OVER THE YEARS I WOULD. I WILL NEVER, EVER FORGIVE MYSELF FOR LEAVING YOU ALONE. I LOVE YOU. ❜
﹙₀₁﹚ han—eul almost breaks like fragile china at ❲ @haengunsonyo’s ❳ touch. it’s been eight years since hyeon—ju touched her like this, held her like this. han—eul almost feels angry. angry at herself, or her beloved sister? han—eul was tossed aside by hyeon—ju, dismissed. emotions seem to bubble & swell within her, feelings she must’ve kept inside for years.
₍ ₀₂ ₎ instead han—eul hesitates (for the first time in a long time.) she doesn’t hold faustine like she desires, and her real name gets hard to stomach. she doesn’t hold hyeon—ju, instead. (she) stands at a standstill, hands would waver against her sisters shoulders. giving a light shove. what was her excuse now? she needed to take it all in?
❙ ּ ֶָ 언니 * i’m everything you’re not, @jejufated. ⭒ it’s all too much for her to think about. she wanted to stumble around the topic of her eye ever since she answered the recall — but she knew well she couldn’t avoid talking about it /forever/, (archambeau wishes dearly to run away from the topic the same way she ran away from haneul. but she’s ran out of room to run, and it’s time for the girl to face her fears.). the topic of what happened that night leaves her mouth dry, leaving a rotten taste. she stumbles on her words, looking down to the ground as ashamed. “i don't,” then, she pauses, clenching her jaw. she can remember that night like it was yesterday, the sound of the gunshot that had echoed into the night and the way gabriel, reaper, /whatever her father become/, had snarled at her. she remembers it all. the way haneul speaks hurts her in a way she’d never thought would, the horror in her voice, she feels betrayed. had gabriel ruined her that much? she didn’t want to know. she stands in front of haneul ashamed of who she’s become. tears form at the corner of archambeau’s eye before she finishes her sentence. “i don’t want to talk about it, haneul– hanny, 언니, .. /he’s ruined me, reyes, 내 아버지, he was supposed to protect me .. and .. . and ..” she chokes on her words before her walls break down completely. breaking down into tears, she holds onto her sister like it was the last time she’d ever see her again. she wanted nothing more than to be gifted with her sister’s touch, how she’d miss it. within the eight or so years the two had been separated, never had archambeau been in as much despair and loneliness as she had in all her years of life. it tore her apart, truly, no matter how many times reyes could shoot out her eye, no pain would ever hurt as much as the way her heart had ached. so she clings onto haneul for her life, for those eight years, almost as if to apologize for her absence, to apologize for leaving.
내 아기 * “My baby”