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Due to some stuff that occurred as of recently, I’m archiving this blog and moving onto other one. Since i dont want certain people (who spread rumours about me) know my new blog, if anyone wants to be added there to my new blog, please dm me.

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「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts.  」     SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.

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Hm… it’s gotten incredibly quiet here on this blog for the last couple of days

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VILLAINY — MANIPULATING

"Ungrateful…" "Calm yourself." "I did it for you." "I never said that." "You forced my hand." "Tell no one of this." "You always do this…" "Have you calmed down?" "Are you this sensitive?" "You know I care for you." "Are you certain of that?" "So you're leaving me…?" "You were told what to do." "You care about me, right?" "This is for your own good." "Are you trying to hurt me?" "You always side with them!" "Indulge me just this once." "So be it. Do what you want." "It was a joke. Lighten up." "I'm not perfect, no one is." "And you trust what they say?" "Look at what you made me do." "You'd be nowhere without me." "You should be more grateful." "I only want the best for you." "No one sees you as I see you." "They all conspire against you." "I'm sorry you feel that way…" "I warned you this would happen." "No one else had any objections." "Who would you trust, them or me?" "It is all in the past. Let it go." "Your trust in me will be rewarded." "Ah. I see. You're scared to do it." "If you'd just let me, I'd help you." "I don't know why I trust you at all." "This is what they would have wanted." "I urge you to reconsider your words." "You should know what you did. Think." "So you don't care about me, is that it?" "Please, I don't want to argue with you." "Forgive me, please, it won't happen again." "Other people have it much harder than you." "You let your emotions get the best of you." "It's not you I don't trust, but the others." "Are you incapable of following instructions?" "I may be the only person that cares for you." "Don't crawl back to me when things go south." "You should think your choices over carefully…" "I wouldn't do it like that… no, no, keep going." "Every time… it's always the same thing with you." "Your orders were simple, and yet… you disappoint." "It was nothing more than a lapse in my judgement." "I know you think that this is what you want, but it really isn't." "No, it is my fault, I should not have expected different from you."

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❝ Hidan tried to sacrifice a Roomba. The Roomba fought back. We have created life. ❞

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I’ve caught up with most of the stuff by now and I think I should be done by tomorrow! Once I’m done, I’ll get to sending asks from my naruto inbox call!

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❝ Yeah I know, but still... ❞ At this moment, her voice would soften a little, gaze drifting off to the side. He was right. She had nothing to apologize for. Her mindset and her feelings towards hollows and arrancars? They were much different than other sinigami's. That was the very thing, that had separated her from others in Soul Society and sometimes, that experience was overwhelmingly isolating. Most would see hollows as nothing but mindless beasts that cared about no one and nothing. Creatures that lived only to prey on weaker targets and then consume them. There was a time when Miyuki tried to make others think like she did, when she would attempt to convince others that not all of the hollows were mindless beasts, but others would brush her off, rendering her efforts fruitless and so... as the time would pass, Miyuki had eventually given up on trying to convince anyone. They didn't understand, they would never understand how it felt when her hand touched a hollow and it's whole essence practically spoke to her. Sensation so overwhelming and yet, one she was very familiar with at this point, one she came to accept by now.

❝ So a big, lethal cat after all, hm? ❞ Miyuki couldn't help a soft, almost teasing smile that started creeping it's way up to her lips. The thought of how he must have looked back then brought a small sense of joy to her heart - a heartwarming sensation for some reason. A very welcomed sensation.

❝ I wonder how the things would have gone if we have met back then... Have you ever wondered about that? ❞ Small, curious question left her lips, head tilted to the side in almost innocent manner with a smile lingering on her face.

Grimmjow's nature was volatile for the most part. Something that Miyuki was already familiar with before this day for sure. Maybe he really was more than merely an Arrancar. He was different from most of the others she may have made contact with at any point.

He wouldn't know of her thoughts regarding him or anything. Unless she voiced them at some point, of course, but he'd never pry. He didn't really give a damn.

Loneliness was something he was intimately familiar with. He'd been alone before his pack came into the picture, and he'd been alone since they all met their end at the hands of Shinigami. As a jaguar based Arrancar being alone was fine. Until it wasn't anymore but he killed those feelings of loneliness by focusing on other things.

Be them small tasks or otherwise. He kept his mind on them and nothing else. He wasn't someone who anyone should want to be around for any length of time. Now, women he didn't fight. He also tried to keep his foul language minimal around them. It was due to when he was from and what he'd been in life, nothing more, and nothing less.

He found her odd in various ways none of them were bad ones. She was just different. Not only due to being a Shinigami but because of the way she was. She had empathy for a monster like him and it made him even more confused and conflicted than when she'd damn near gotten into his head in the past. Which was why he'd left so abruptly. There was no reason to stick around if she was going to say weird shit, right?

Losing his pack that night had been painful in ways he'd never spoken of. He didn't intend to speak of it, either. They'd followed him knowing they very well could die. And all five of them had. They'd gone down as warriors and he was immensely proud of them for that but even that didn't stop the other feelings he had regarding their deaths.

Guilt was a big one and he had no idea how to handle it in the past. He still couldn't now, not truly anyway, but he was doing better. At least, he felt that he was. Hope was a strange one. There were days where he felt something. A flash of familiar Reiatsu tickling his senses only for it to vanish as quickly as it'd appeared. He'd always head to where he felt it and find nothing.

Over the years those times got more manageable for him. He'd feel the Reiatsu and head to where it was located, finding nothing, and not grow disappointed because of it. It was strange working through all those decidedly HUMAN emotions, for sure.

He was managing, somehow.

"Yer not at fault so ya have no reason ta apologize ta me." He'd told her simply because she'd asked. She didn't need to feel guilty over it. She was a Shinigami, yes, but she was also very different from the ones who killed his pack.

"If ya mean as a human, I'm afraid I dunno, been a hollow fer too long ta remember that far back. Was lucky ta remember my name an' birthday." That would be her first hint that he was a much older soul than she may have realized upon meeting him in the first place. "Now, if ya mean when I was a hollow before evolvin', I was similar ta my Resurrección form, just a bit more armored."

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It was true. For this entire time she had been able to feel everything, every each of his emotion which reiatsu betrayed. Despite that, she never teased him about that, never pointed it out. Miyuki knew, that despite everything Grimmjow was a conflicted individual. Feeling such foreign emotion already had him on edge due to him not being able to block them off. There was a time when sometimes she would look at him, feel his reiatsu, his confusion, his feelings resonating with her own soul. At those times, there would be only one thing that resided in her heart - pity. Pity for this arrancar.

Over time this pity however had given birth to something new that bloomed in her heart. Resolve. No matter how difficult things would get, Miyuki swore to herself to never abandon Grimmjow, to help him deal with those newfound emotions of his, those overwhelming thoughts and feelings that have been bothering him ever since their first meeting now. Soft shake of her head with a smile present on shinigami's soft features ❝ Not really, or at least I tried and it never really worked ❞ Miyuki admitted, small almost sad smile lingering on her face. Though... her smile concealed how she truly felt about this whole weight of the world that she carried on her shoulders. ❝ There was a time when I thought, that this is a curse placed upon me... but over time I've learned to live with this. ❞

Oh, he doesn't like that. She can feel his emotions and feelings? He wants to laugh, to say he doesn't have any feelings worth sensing, other than the overwhelming euphoria he gets in a battle.

Human emotions, though? Pathetic. He doesn't want to feel them and yet, he's been doing that quite a bit, hasn't he? Saving her, spending time with her enough to enjoy her company. He doesn't like how exposed this new knowledge makes him.

"So you can't turn that shit off?" Great. The annoyance sparks up but he's not angry yet, at least. Just annoyed at the exposed feeling he has right now and that she can't turn it off.

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There was a soft shake of her head, followed by a soft, signature smile of hers that would tug at the corners of her lips. ❝ Still being hard on yourself, aren't we? ❞ A playful question meant to tease him a bit. Kathleen wouldn't have been herself of course if she hadn't teased Nero at least a bit like she always does. Curious blue irises fixed onto him. The moment her slender digits touched the soft skin of his cheek, she could feel it all. His emotions that practically threatened to spill, the silent longing for her - which was barely contained but... Just one touch was enough for her to feel it all, like a storm crashing over her entire system.

Few years back in Fortuna after Savior got defeated by Nero, Kathleen had mysteriously disappeared without a trace, as if she had never existed, only to return later on during Urizen's reign of course. It was as surprising as it was confusing but Nero never really questioned that. That time was confusing for Kathleen herself and... she didn't exactly knew the answer to it. But if he asked? He could be assured she will try her best to explain all of this to him. ❝ Nero... ❞ Voice like a fleeting song, tone softening as her eyes stare at him in what could be described as adoration. He was precious to her after all and... she did miss him as well. ❝ I missed you.. ❞

Now this was a pleasant surprise. It was like hearing one’s childhood crush feeling the same about them..or actually this WAS WHAT IS GOING ON. Nero could only let a low growl of frustration leave his lips, growing rather restless in the moment as fingers now dug into his faux-hawk. The order was the cause for a lot of his downs in his life, he’d never once think that it’d be the same for a potential love life as well. But what else could he have done? How else would he have been able to look after his older brother? Who’s sacrificed everything to ensure he and Kyrie at least had a chance at an education when they were younger.

━━   ❝   𝗔𝗵..   ❞   He gasped in surprise, and his body remained still under her touch, it was..soft..well as soft and warm as calloused fingers which new violence could be. “Well you have my attention now. But I also have to apologize, it looks like I was selfish and didn’t think of what it must have been like for you too. Just understand that those feelings…well they never went away..”

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"One who possesses reason should require a reason to fight."

{A Selective, Private Nelliel tu Odelschwanck from Bleach! Mutuals only interaction, 21+ | Follows back from @coldheartedflame (Oc RP Blog) | Written by Rina}

Promo Credit: @desgarron

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I don’t really get to use naruto verse Miyuki much if at all, so my naruto mutuals can consider it an inbox call. ♡ for a small thing in your inbox. ( I’ll probably delete this post if it doesn’t get any interactions )

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Send in a Pet Name / Nickname that your muse might call mine, and see how my muse reacts to it.

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I rarely post any headcanons about naruto verse Miyuki but I like to think of a headcanon where Kakuzu at one point tried to sell one of Miyuki’s ancient Fujihana scrolls on the black market. He didn’t even read it. He saw a centuries-old parchment with delicate ink and went: “Looks expensive. I’m selling this.”

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➕ - Other reason(s) - basically because I've recently returned from a long hiatus and I'm still catching up with veryyyy old replies I owe but, once stuff is more settled, I'd love to write with you friend!

‘Why aren’t we interacting?’ Hello! I would be more than happy to interact with you, once you've finished catching up with everything you owe. If anything, always feel free to send me a meme or invade my IMs, it's always open for plotting! <3

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[ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ?

[ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? Both. It depends on the hand, the moment. She practically aches for touch like a withered flower craves sunlight soft, nurturing, wordless. But fear is lingering there, too. not of touch itself, but of what follows. Loss. Disappointment. The moment it’s taken away. [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? Wind chimes. Distant and delicate. The kind you hear in a quiet courtyard before dawn. It reminds her of childhood, of a time before duty and pain and ghosts. That gentle clinking of metal and breeze a sound too fragile for war to reach. Sometimes she recreates it with her kido when she’s alone. Not for anyone else, for her. [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? Under the sakura trees outside the Kurobane estate, before everything changed. When her mother was still alive. When laughter still lived inside the house. She remembers lying in the grass, the air filled with petals and humming. The sky was open. Her world was whole. no one expected her to be the healer, the protector, the phoenix. She was just herself. That was safety.

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[ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ?

[ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ?

[ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ?

[ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ?

[ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ?

[ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ?

[ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? It was silent. Not dramatic or shattering just a quiet spill of tears beneath moonlight, when no one was watching. After healing yet another soul, yet another body not her own. The ache wasn’t for a person, it was for the weight of being strong all the time. She cried because she was tired. Because the world felt loud. Because softness had nowhere to rest. [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? She tells others they are. Holds their broken pieces like rare gemstones. But in the mirror, that same grace falters. Miyuki believes she can be loved—but never without condition. Not unless she earns it. Bleeds for it. Heals someone for it. Somewhere deep down, there's still a girl who thinks love is a reward, not a right. [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? That she longs to be saved sometimes. That the weight of being everyone’s light leaves her shadows unspoken. She hides this truth beneath smiles, behind golden reiatsu. But sometimes late at night she wishes someone would look at her and say, “You don’t have to be strong today.” And mean it. [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? A small mark just beneath her collarbone—a reminder of a time she tried to shield someone with her bare body. It's old, faded, but she never speaks of it. Because it wasn’t a victory. It was a failure in her eyes proof she wasn’t enough, fast enough, strong enough. It's the kind of scar that never really healed emotionally, even if the skin closed. [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? A quiet future. A garden without graves. Laughter echoing through rooms that don’t smell of antiseptic or smoke. She dreams of peace not just in Soul Society, but inside her. And in that dream, someone’s hand holds hers gently. She doesn't know whose yet but they don’t ask her to fix anything. They just stay.

[ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? Answered HERE!

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[ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “ Home ” mean to them ?

To Miyuki, home was never tied to walls, gardens, or courtyards. It was in the stillness of someone who stayed. In warmth shared across silences. In the rare, fleeting sense that she didn’t need to be anything more than what she already was. Home is the heartbeat she hears beside her own. She carries her idea of home with her. In the way she lights candles in every unfamiliar room. In the quiet songs she hums when patching up wounds. Her reiatsu carries that same warm luminescence. She makes others feel at home first. And only then can she believe it herself. There was a time when home was just Nishiki’s shadow beside her own, the way he’d guard the space they shared with quiet fury. But the betrayal cracked that definition open and Miyuki was left with nowhere to return to but herself.