阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus)

「 制御 • (seigyo) ；𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙇: a person, group, event, etc., that is used as a constant and unchanging standard of comparison in scientific experimentation.」

[阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus) @SElGYO]

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❝ 𝕟𝕠 𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕤,
𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖。❞

( ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ
⇣ ⌈ 𝘈𝘒𝘖𝘕 ⌋ #ʙʟᴇᴀᴄʜʀᴘ // #ᴍᴠʀᴘ )

[阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus) @SElGYO]

// also i got shot w the bimbofication beam

[阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus) @SElGYO]

// yall the tybw anime fucks so hard what even is this animation quality

oh also im an actual scientist irl now lolll im a triple-certified robotics technician working toward a position in production engineering

if u drive a mazda i make those

k bye again

[𝐈𝐕 @oedundleer]

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❝ rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
in a field; behaving as the wind
behaves.

#bleachrp / #mvrp ∴

[阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus) @SElGYO]

@Murder_Empress // yee, ima plug it once i fancy it up some

[阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus) @SElGYO]

// some1 edit my ulquiorra caps for me i hate this

[阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus) @SElGYO]

@HaguroTonbo // what datacenter u on.......👁

[阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus) @SElGYO]

// mom i dontwanna fuckgin crop manga panels anymore,,,,, instead of doign anything productive m gonna,,,,, baseball slides in w munday

excited2 be a Menace again

[阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus) @SElGYO]

@TheHangmanPoet //

[阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus) @SElGYO]

// i miss writing imma come back

not this mf tho

[阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus) @SElGYO]

@Lt_Bitchface29 // ukitake ded boo im sry. yall get him tho—

[阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus) @SElGYO]

// holy shit he finally got a sword

im not coming back bye

[阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus) @SElGYO]

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forgiving what you are for what you stand to gain;
just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away.
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[阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus) @SElGYO]

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his zanpakuto trembles. skinny, slate grey eyes trace the motion, and linger on the blade's hilt. that's why he came here, isn't it?

no, there's something else.
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[阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus) @SElGYO]

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'burnt rubber' is a misnomer— there's no actual Combustion when his tires leave sickly-sweet-smelling streaks across the highway drag. it's the asphalt that's burnt, not the tire. yaw marks. 'san' had bore hard to the right at the race's conclusion:

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[阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus) @SElGYO]

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in that action, he sees fields of mold unset. his shoulders shake free of it next, and the fuzzy white, then blue, then black that's swallowed the whole of him sloughs off like dead skin.

it'd 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐮𝐩, hadn't it?

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[阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus) @SElGYO]

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sat straight and rigid like three wise monkeys: sightless, soundless, wordless. fuzzy white, then blue, then black wraps around his fingers. mold floods the spaces between nails and nailbeds. curiously, he feels no pain.
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[阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus) @SElGYO]

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their breath smells like mustard and pepper and beef that's sat out in the sun. one's lips are thick and wet, another's dry and skinny, and the third's are half-missing; chopped and split and impossibly cold. they press to his ears in rhythmic cadence.

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[阿近 • ᴀᴋᴏɴ (hiatus) @SElGYO]

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and another forced him to his belly, his head turned toward where his mother's once gasped breathlessly at summer air gone stale.

he feels the weight of three bodies atop him, perched from his shoulder down his spine,

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