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“Fire, black like pitch, pouring from his bent fingers like liquid. It hits the floor in a spray like a crashing wave, scattering across the basement with the speed of a wildfire.”
As Above, So Below by @sayhitoforeverr
https://t.co/rZOKyCTqi3
Experimenting with some brushes
“And of course, it was Grimmjow. Cold hands around Ichigo’s heart, gentler than he’d have ever thought him capable.”
Even in Death https://t.co/Pm26I9lm37 by @sayhitoforeverr
That scene lives rent free in my head, I hope I did it justice.