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I'll be here from now on.

It's under construction for now. . _ . /

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I'll be here from now on.

It's under construction for now. . _ . /

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I'll be here from now on.

It's under construction for now. . _ . /

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Y’all really need to treat Black People in the RPC better.

Ya know. I woke up this morning and I decided I’ve bitten my tongue about this long enough. This isn’t singling anyone out but this is a rising problem I see in the RPC and I think now is a good time to address it.

Y'all really need to start uplifting Black content creators and role-players in this community.

Like some of y'all really think it’s enough to have “Black lives matter” in your bios and “Don’t interact if you’re racist” in your rules. But honestly? You’re doing the bare fucking minimum here.

Time and time again, I’ve seen black RPers pour their heart and souls into their characters, hours upon hours researching/writing/drawing for their ocs while endless amounts of dollars spent commissioning custom art/icons of their characters, only to be told their their OCs are “too over powered,” “boring,” “not my cup of tea.” Meanwhile a white RPer writes a preexisting popular character from a certain media with just as much if not more power, and the RPC is all over them.

It’s fucking exhausting to say the least and I’ve debated leaving the RPC for a while now because of it. Yes. I said, “a while now.”  I’ve been biting my tongue on this issue for a while now because I was scared of how people would take it. Usually when I bring up race with whatever community I’m in I get told “not to bring race into it.”

But at this point? Fuck it. I’m done feeling guilted. I’m done being silent. I’m speaking what’s on my mind. Y'all need to treat us black RPers with a little more respect around here. And again this isn’t directed to my mutuals cause y'all are awesome and the only reason I stay on this hellsite and in this rancid community is because of y'all.

No no. I’m talking to the people behind y'all. Skimming our backstories, dismissing our characters, telling us we’re too OP when bitch you interact with literal Satan, shut up.

It’s not enough to just put “BLM” in your bio, and “Don’t interact if you’re racist” in your rules anymore. At least, it’s not for me. Interact with black muns & their characters, reblog their art they draw/commission, reblog their promos, don’t just use them as a meme source, RESPECT. BLACK. ROLEPLAYERS.

And hey, if you have a problem with any of what I just said, Bye. You know where the block & unfollow buttons are.

And to any black person that happens to read this. I get it. Trust me, I get it. We’ve been ignored, infantilized, fetishized, pushed on the back burner, chastised, criticized, and told our characters are the problem from day one. And it’s a problem. I feel your struggle, I feel the strife. You’re not the only one who feel this way. And if you feel that way. SAY IT. Don’t be afraid. If your so-called “friends” or “allies” unfollow you for saying it straight, then guess what. They’re not your friends to begin with. Period.

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This blog is open to getting questions about or aimed at my character(s).

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🤔Might change Sarina's polearm weapons to armor. I think it would give a little nod to her surname which means "War" or "Warrior". So, I kind of see her as a knight.

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MUSE RELATIONSHIP HEADCANON GAME !

send me a 🩵 and i'll answer the following regarding our muses' relationship! if you can't see the emoji, send 'light blue heart'!

who curses more?

who is more patient?

who does the driving?

who is louder? who is quieter?

who is more physically affectionate?

who is more likely to tease the other?

who is better with time management?

who wins the arm wrestling matches?

who controls the music in the car ride?

who covers dinner when they order in?

who is more outgoing? who is more shy?

who has the more outlandish fashion sense?

who starts the tickle fights? who ends them?

who has the darker/more "edgy" sense of humor?

who is more competitive when it comes to games?

who has the bigger appetite? the bigger sweet tooth?

who is more likely to get in a confrontation in public?

who hosts the parties/hangouts? who organizes them?

who is better at cooking? do they ever cook for each other?

who is more likely to engage in dangerous and/or illegal behavior?

who is more likely to notice when something is wrong with the other?

who does the talking in public settings (i.e. to the waiter at a restaurant)?

who is more likely to extend a helping hand & provide emotional support?

who is the bigger prankster? do they get the last laugh or do they suffer for it?

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🐝  *  ―  𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  keep quiet.  ❜ | @ Mira

// Glad to see you again!

"Don't have to tell me twice," Mira whispered, as she hid with the blond man.

A little after she heard two men talking just a little ways from them. Pirates? They were obviously part of the criminal underworld, but she was not sure who they were. One looked like a jester. The other looked like he could play poker with that face. They felt like strong opponents and she was happy about that.

However, she listened to what the young man said.

She kept her presence low as much as she could and continued to listen.

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Drop this sunflower🌻into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! Let's spread a little sunshine ☀️ Yipee!

:D Thank you so much for this, Nephy!

Here is a sunflower and a sun for you too. . u . / ❤

☀🌻

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❛  what happened?  ❜ - to Chrome

What could she say to Kyoko that does not involve scaring her or making her concerned? Hm... There was not much. Kyoko knew what she did for a living outside of being a student. Missions were usually under a nondisclosure agreement.

But Kyoko was a great friend to the current generation of the mafia, the Tenth Generation. Technically, Chrome was only half of the Mist Guardian. Her other half is Mukuro.

"I was out on a mission and afterward, I was healing up," she said. "I wish I could tell you here, but it's something Boss will explain." Of course, there were probably some things Haru and Kyoko could do for the mafia that Chrome did not know about. Chrome respected this possibility. "It was ... a difficult mission, but I had assistance." She added.

Knowing Chrome, she was likely partnered up with Mukuro or Hibari.

She paused and smiled. "How are you? It's been a while."

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❛  be careful.  ❜ from Yamamoto to Chrome

She pulled out the spear tip, materialized the rest of her spear, and gave it a twirl to test it out. Her eyes stayed steady on the enemy as Yamamoto bid her luck. It was strange to see him without the angry, silver-haired Storm flame user, Gokudera. For the sake of the peace in Japan's suburbia, she was determined to protect what she had begun to cherish.

She was determined to support Yamamoto as much as she could. Her lone eye darted, examining their opponents and their weapons. Her indigo eye rested on the labyrinth of corridors.

"You be careful, too, Yamamoto-kun," she said, soft enough for only Yamamoto to hear. She added, "Boss wants us alive. We can use the hallways nearby. Cut us a path, please."

Every time Mukuro took over, she made sure to learn for next time. She might have lost her first-ever fight against the Mist Arcobaleno, Viper, but she was stronger and wiser for it. She might have technically lost to Gio Xinia if it were not for Mukuro's intervention in possessing the owl but learned a great deal by perfecting her illusions. She could do this. She could protect her fellow guardian.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  act natural.  ❜ ❛  be careful.  ❜ ❛  but why?  ❜ ❛  calm down.  ❜ ❛  come here.  ❜ ❛  do you?  ❜ ❛  don't ask.  ❜ ❛  don't cry.  ❜ ❛  don't go.  ❜ ❛  don't move.  ❜ ❛  for what?  ❜ ❛  good idea.  ❜ ❛  guess what?  ❜ ❛  hurry up.  ❜ ❛  i forgot.  ❜ ❛  it's nothing.  ❜ ❛  join me.  ❜ ❛  keep quiet.  ❜ ❛  leave it.  ❜ ❛  let's go.  ❜ ❛  not bad.  ❜ ❛  not now.  ❜ ❛  now what?  ❜ ❛  shut up.  ❜ ❛  take care.  ❜ ❛  take this.  ❜ ❛  that's impossible.  ❜ ❛  then when?  ❜ ❛  think quickly.  ❜ ❛  time's up.  ❜ ❛  try me.  ❜ ❛  wake up.  ❜ ❛  watch out!  ❜ ❛  well done.  ❜ ❛  what happened?  ❜ ❛  what now?  ❜ ❛  who knows?  ❜ ❛  why me?  ❜ ❛  your turn.  ❜ ❛  you're wrong.  ❜

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new challenger incoming (possibly):

name: Namiko Mikage

nickname: Nami, Rabbit, Shark, Little Wave (by Miram)

age: 26

marital status: in-love

origin: Ninokuni on half-world Terra

hair: Blue, long with a wave

eyes: Aqua with a mote of blood around the pupils (it looks like crosshairs), darkened sclera, and red eyes with an aqua mote around the pupils when using her abilities.

race: Lasciaa-Schiaa Lahimiyaa hybrid

abilities: bone manipulation, blood manipulation, ice and water manipulations, fire, and lava manipulation. She is a mid-range combatant. She specializes in the weapon creation of various guns. Transformation into a demonic-looking sharkmaid which is her final form.

blood type: silver due to being a Lasciaa-Schiaa hybrid, with acidic properties

diet: regular food, occasional blood, flesh, and bone of humanoids

Daughter of the Administrator of the Eastern branch of the Sere'vka Organization, Namiko had a pretty tough life. When Namiko was young, her twin sister was taken by her maternal extended family as punishment for her mother leaving their Clan. Namiko is determined to find and rescue her twin sister at all costs, even using her father's precious Sere'vka facility and its policing powers over the superhuman population of Ninokuni and its neighboring countries.

Originally, she wanted nothing to do with the organization, and wanted to be a dancer and later a fashion designer. However, that changed when she went out with a young man her parents did not approve of. She ran away and lived on the streets with him until she met Kasei. Her parents proved right in not trusting the young man...

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Figuring out my buddylist or follower list on Tumblr again. If I unfollowed and followed again, it's cause of that. . _ . ;;;

Happy 2024 and belated February birthdays! (mine included) How are you? How were your birthdays? Mine was a blast.

The good news is I'm back.

The bad news is I'm concentrating more on off-tumblr content. If you have my discord, good, awesome. If not, please feel free to just send me an ask. I will be more careful about who I give my discords to. I try to limit my time here as well, so if you want to hang out, and talk about the weather in our time zones, any of that shoot me an ask or discord.

I do not always do the first interaction. In fact, it absolutely terrorizes me to do so. (And I'm sure it does too for you.) And if you're wondering why crickets are chirping, I have crickets in the computer room. It takes me a while to warm up to people, so don't take it personally.

I'm not in the greatest mental health either, but I'm doing better than I have before.

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"Nagi, Happy Birthday." Mukuro manifested before her, a mukurowl plushie in hand. He hadn't forgotten her birthday, he was busy trying to find the perfect gift. He could have done flowers, he could have done candy, but he knew she got enough candy from Ken and Chikusa, and this little owl looked like Fukuro. He kissed her forehead and asked "If you're not busy, we could grab dinner together, my treat."

Mukuro was the only person who could call her by her original name, and she would think nothing of it. If any of the others called her 'Nagi', she was not sure what to do.

She got plenty of chocolates from Chikusa and Ken. M.M. even got her chocolate coins.

"I'm not busy," she answered, softly, with a smile. She placed her book down. It was intriguing, but she knew if she read any further it would be well past dinner. Box of Goblins (Mouryou no Hako) by Natsuhiko Kyogoku would have to wait. She placed the book down on the coffee table and stood up.

"Hm, the same restaurant we went to last year around this time or is there a recommendation for a new one?" she asked the master illusionist.

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"Are you alright?" Gokudera @ Chrome from my inbox call!

"I'm... not sure," Chrome admits, honestly. She ensured her illusory organs were complete before she extended the staff of her spear. She made a perch for a small butterfly to land on the back of her hand. She strengthened the young butterfly with her flames before it fluttered off.

"We should return to the others, though," she spoke up. It was better to regroup before they thought of their next move. "Mukurou is with Mukuro-sama. My butterflies can only do so much."

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Still working on coding and whatnot. But I came in to say hello, and that this site isn't dead. More holidays are coming up so I think everyone will be busy. Happy holidays and if I don't see you before the year ends, I'll see you when 2024 begins.