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i’m not even an active participant of my life anymore, shit just happens and i’m like ‘is this what we’re doing now? okay cool’

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[ there seem to be a lot more sailor moon rp blogs now huh. i should fix up my links then post a promo ! ]

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vvarriorhearted:

          his  words  weren’t  cruel  ,  the  tone  in  which  he  spoke  causes  an  immediate  defensive  pout  to  form  on  her  lips  :  yes  the  guardians  hadn’t  been  able  to  stop  her  from  escaping  to  earth  recently  ;  and  yes  they  had  their  own  reasons  for  coming  to  earth  to  retrieve  her  —  that  not  just  being  to  protect  her  .  but  they  still  were  competent  guardians  .  ❝  i  don’t  tell  them  i’m  sneaking  away  ,  ❞  her  voice  dripping  with  attitude  .  ❝  where  is  the  prince …  ?  i  wish  to  see  him  .  ❞  forgetting  she  is  not  the  princess  of  earth  —  kunzite  had  not  obligation  to  do  as  she  asked  .

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so she was cutting right to the chase. ❝ busy. ❞ that was the truth- endymion was the prince of earth, after all. he couldn’t spend all of his time fraternising with celestial princesses, no matter how much he may want to. ❝ which, i imagine, you should be too. or do princesses just have to sit around looking pretty on the moon? ❞ he aims for a teasing tone, but isn’t quite sure if he succeeded.

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[ & second, if you want to know where i’ve been i’ve been chilling on my angsty magical girl @tarnishedninja​, so yknow if you need more magical girl angst in ur life u should totally follow bc i mean its not like i had too many guilt complex, brainwashed muses already right

also feel free to ask for my discord bc i dont really use skype or twitter anymore ! ]

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[ ok, first. like this for a starter ! ]

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[ HEY LOOK WHO’S NOT DEAD !!! ( it’s me, i’m the not dead person )

long story short, my mental health has been even shittier than normal for a while. this time of year is usually pretty bad so it’s not too surprising tbh. 

anyway, i’m trying to revive saeran & kunzite because i love my sons. im also trying to start up a new rp blog because i have no sense of control ( the new blog is ripple from mgrp, go follow for soft magical girl angst ayy ). over the next few days im gonna get to my replies & start things up on ripple, so stay tuned ! ]

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“Please talk to me about it.” (shitenncu, zoisite)

( @shitenncu | meme )

Kunzite really, really doesn’t want to do that. Maybe it’s selfish, but he doesn’t want Zoisite to think of him as weak. He knows that there’s no way he could still see him as the powerful, brave leader that he once was now, not after everything he’s done, but ... if he opens up to him here, he knows he’ll shatter any remaining admiration Zoisite has for him.

Kunzite has never thought of himself as great, but he’s always known that Zoisite has. He doesn’t know what he’d do without that.

“I believe it would be best not to.”

His words come out quietly and uncharacteristically hesitantly. He doesn’t know if he’s making the right choice.

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“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.” (shitenncu, jadeite)

( @shitenncu | meme )

‘Annoyed’ would be putting what Kunzite felt mildly. Why did Jadeite never listen to him? There really was no point in being the leader if his orders weren’t respected.

“Jadeite, if I tell you that I don’t need help, that means I don’t need help. You are wasting your time.”

Part of him understands what Jadeite is doing. Part of him knows that he can’t keep pushing the others away and insisting on taking the burden alone. However, he will not acknowledge that part of himself. Involving the others in his business is how this mess started. It’s best not to repeat that.

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“Are you sure you’re okay?” (shitenncu, nephrite)

( @shitenncu | meme )

Honestly, Kunzite did not feel ‘okay’. He felt as if the air had been stolen from his lungs, and no matter what he did he could not take it back. He felt as if he was existing on a completely different plane to the rest of the world, floating just above them. He felt as if he had been attacked, but there was no one to fight back against.

There was no point in telling Nephrite this, however. It would simply be worrying him over nothing.

“Why wouldn’t I be ?”

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[ do you guys remember when, a long time ago, whenever you opened your ask box you’d get an ask from ‘tumblrbot’ in all caps asking you one of a handful of questions ? like dam, talk about a throwback ]

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[ doing one over here too ; lms for a starter for when i wake up ! ]

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soulmeasured:

     MAMORU’S HAND RESTED ON THE doorknob to Nephrite’s door, his eyes trained on the silver haired man trying to prevent him from entering. He stood in silence as Kunzite spoke and almost laughed at the man’s attempt to ‘ shield ’ him from whatever lay beyond the door. As if he were a child whose innocence was still intact. He just flashed his friend a grin instead and turned the knob beneath his palm.

     “Come on, Kunzite. Where’s your sense of adventure? What’s the fun in letting you do all of the snooping while I just stand here and wait? We can do this together.” He tilted his chin, nodded toward the great unknown of their mutual friend’s room. “It’ll be fun.”

What he wants is to remain firm and insist that he go in alone to save his master from the immodesty of it, however ... instead he finds himself suddenly remembering Minako’s ( scarring ) talk about modern values and comes to a quick decision that maybe, just maybe, Mamoru is better equipped to deal with this than he is.

“ ... Very well. ” He looks towards Nephrite’s door, trying not to imagine the horrors that lay beyond it. “ Prepare yourself. ”

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[ im afraid i have some bad news, folks! just as i want to be more active, i found out i have a repetitive strain injury in my hand. unfortunately the only way to prevent it from becoming chronic is to rest it so i wont be able to be active here for the next two weeks.

i shouldnt be active ooc either, but im gonna see if i can be a bit, so if you need me my skype is partnereevee & my discord is 707#0825.

sorry bout this! ]

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Reblog if your muse is made of  ANGER  and  BAD DECISIONS

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RP starters: Concern.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises came from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“Let me clean your wounds…”

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”

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❛ why is everyone in horror movies stupid? ❜ (shitenncu, zoisite)

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Kunzite had been trying not to pay much attention to the movie, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it later— he couldn’t help but find that thought funny, that Kunzite, the great warrior, leader of the Shitennou, was terrified of simple moving pictures. It wasn’t funny though, his paranoia was becoming increasingly troublesome and he knew that if it wasn’t for Apollo laying beside him he wouldn’t be able to stay in the room.

“I suppose they would be more intelligent if they knew they were in a horror movie.”

When he speaks he doesn’t show a hint of anxiety, his tone light and a small smile on his face.

“Although ... I would say that you would likely perform better in a situation like that.”

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shitenncu:

    “This is testing out other skills,” Jadeite lifted his right hand, which still held his pencil, before putting back to paper again. “I think I used both before…” he pursed his lips, trying to remember his pervious life. “Anyway, I use both now, so I figured I need to make sure I’m still strong in both arms, right? And I think Nephrite is trying to procure weapons to practice with.”

    He doesn’t tell Kunzite that while him drawing with two hands is useful in becoming comfortable using both regularly, it is mostly for his own de-stressing. It’s coping. He doesn’t want to come off as weak or unhinged. He doesn’t tell Kunzite that he sneaks out when everyone is sleeping to go skateboard. While it was a hobby when he was younger, Jadeite thinks it will be helpful in developing his reflexes and sense of balance. But that particular hobby is not something that comes naturally to him any more. And he doubts that Kunzite would see the value in it. 

    “I have some books on strategy too.”

Oh, now that was interesting. There were countless situations where using both hands could be useful, with fighting, of course, being the first that sprang to mind. As he imagined Jadeite with two swords he felt something shift in his mind. It felt as if someone was telling him that’s right, you’ve got it!, but he still felt as if he was missing something. Was there another significance to Jadeite’s ability that he wasn’t remembering?

When it became clear that he couldn’t answer his own question he tried to think about something else. He knew himself, and he knew that not instantly thinking the right thing would frustrate him.

“Weapons are good ... with any luck we’ll still have muscle memory to rely on, however, it will be important to practice regularly.” Everything seemed peaceful, but there was no telling when they would next need to fight. They had to be prepared to protect their master.

“Perhaps I could read them at some point.” Books, Kunzite had found, were very useful. Of course, they weren’t as good as hands on experience, but learning the theory was a good way to spend his time when not able to get that hands on experience.