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                                                   "  𝚃𝚛𝚢  𝚖𝚎.  “

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This was a mistake. THIS WAS A MISTAKE. 

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                                                   "  𝚃𝚛𝚢  𝚖𝚎.  “

                                                Indie  Sung Jin-Woo RP Blog

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I’M GONNA DO IT.

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THE FUCKING SCREAM I LET OUT IRL. 

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This is bad. I just made this blog and I want to make another one already.

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Peeks unto dash

...hi.

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Saving you from mental breakdown.

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【 “ Dororo says to stand up for women... “ 】

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𝚃 𝚊 𝚑 𝚘 𝚖 𝚊 𝚛 𝚞

( ** ✧✧✧･ ———     Finally the tears stopped and Tahomaru stood, still having a hold of Hyakkimaru’s hand - his actual hand. The younger still had trouble comprehending the whole situation - if Mutsu had been there, he’d have explained it to Tahomaru. Though that wasn’t the case.

( ** ✧✧✧･ ———     Family. It seemed like an easy concept but for Tahomaru, his vision was skewed. The way their parents treated him gave him no happy basis, and so he was left to crave attention any way he could.

( ** ✧✧✧･ ———     Nodding in agreement to his brother’s companion Tahomaru smiled. “ Yes, it seems as though the kami have granted me a second chance… “

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                          He looks down to the child as Biwamaru hobbles up to them both.                            He didn’t want to interrupt the reunion and smiles, happy to see                            that things seemed to have truly changed. 

Dororo grins, stomping his foot.  『 “ If Aniki thinks it’s alright, then I do, too! “』 Hyakkimaru is silent as he looks to the other then back down to the half-smoldering village below.  『 “ Ah! If you’re okay, that means Her Ladyship is, right?! “』

THAT grabs his attention, his eyes widening.                                                                                   【 “ Mama... “ 】he mumbles.

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I shed my gay tears at my dash tHIS THREAD IS WONDERFUL.

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𝚃 𝚊 𝚑 𝚘 𝚖 𝚊 𝚛 𝚞

( ** ✧✧✧･ ———     He couldn’t breathe, the suffocation of what he did - what Daigo had done finally processing through his head. He wanted to bawl, to throw a fit because he was upset. Though that was nothing short of improper for someone of his age. He was only 15… Recalling in fast motion the days with Mutsu and Hyogo he cried harder - only wishing they hadn’t died for his sake.

( ** ✧✧✧･ ———     Hearing the sound of feet coming to his ears Tahomaru looked up with his single eye. Hyakkimaru was coming near, his hand reaching out - a hand made of flesh and blood. It was warm… Tahomaru shivered a little, his face growing tinted in embarrassment.

( ** ✧✧✧･ ———     He couldn’t speak as he looked at his brother. His eyes were so captivating, so full of unexplored vigor and life. There was a fire burning in them that seemed to overwhelm Tahomaru and he paled. His brother spoke and he closed his eyes.

( ** ✧✧✧･ ———     He was still there, in the moment. He was family. He was loved. To the point of laughing he had cried so much Tahomaru felt for the hand against his cheek, gripping it in his own and declaring, “ It will not happen again. “

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                             Hyakkimaru smiles. It was a small and quiet one in his own way,                               but it was a smile nonetheless. 

Dororo could only let out a sigh of pure relief, head lowering as worry lets up. Dororo fully expected Hyakkimaru to kill him on the spot but, for some reason... he shakes his head quickly, trying to rid himself of anything overthinking. 

                 It didn’t matter why!                  He didn’t and they were being peaceful! 

                                            That’s all that mattered, 

                                              right? 

Putting his hands to his hips, he walks over and waves a finger as he circles the two. 

『 “ Aniki’s being kind right now! After everything you guys put him through,        he still sees you as family! Be grateful! “』        he says, putting up a haughty attitude. 

   Peeking an eye open after crossing his arms, he lets out a sigh.  『 “ ...It looks like we don’t need to leave so soon after all, too... ” 』

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This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction

[jubakunoi]

🔰 Would you please reblog this  if your rp partners have permission to write your muse’s dialogue/thoughts/actions  in drabbles?

It isn’t considered god-modding since it’s just a drabble, not a thread. Anything can happen in drabbles and they don’t necessarily have to be canon. They can help develop your muse and own writing, and might even help you get out of a creative low. They can show you what would have been or even what could be.

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BITTER SOULMATE PROMPTS

( because the world needs more salt && complications. feel free to change up the context or pronouns! )

❛❛ No. No, no, no — you really don’t want me as a soulmate. ❜❜ ❛❛ So, you’re the unfortunate soul stuck with me. ❜❜ ❛❛ Can we just - forget about this? ❜❜ ❛❛ We’re not meant for each other. Trust me. ❜❜ ❛❛ You’re my soulmate? Wow - talk about a let-down. ❜❜ ❛❛ We were only supposed to be friends. ❜❜ ❛❛ Something’s wrong with this shit system. We are not soulmates! ❜❜ ❛❛ How is that I love them more, when you’re my soulmate? ❜❜ ❛❛ I know how you look at him - even though you’re not his. ❜❜ ❛❛ Please, believe me. You are not my soulmate. You can’t be. ❜❜ ❛❛ I don’t want a soulmate. ❜❜ ❛❛ Find someone else - I don’t need this in my life. ❜❜ ❛❛ No way - I can’t have TWO soulmates. ❜❜ ❛❛ I’m not very good with commitment, or soulmates, or love. ❜❜ ❛❛ Oh - this. This is a joke. Very funny. You can call April Fools now. ❜❜ ❛❛ I’m not good enough for you. This is wrong. ❜❜ ❛❛ Life is cruel, huh? Pairing us together like this. ❜❜ ❛❛ To think we were fated to grow old together makes my stomach turn. ❜❜ ❛❛ Why is fate such a bitch? Why are you a bitch? ❜❜ ❛❛ This wasn’t supposed to be real. It was a joke. ❜❜ ❛❛ I don’t know what’s worse. The fact you love them, or the fact I love you. ❜❜ ❛❛ I’m not suddenly trusting you with my heart! Or anything! ❜❜ ❛❛ I wish I could clean this mark off with some fate-Windex or something. ❜❜ ❛❛ Scary, right? Tied to a person you might not even know. ❜❜ ❛❛ I can’t trust you to love me. Not fully. ❜❜ ❛❛ We weren’t supposed to fall in love like this. ❜❜ ❛❛ I’m going to be frank, && say I have zero attraction to you. So this is a mistake. ❜❜ ❛❛ We’re rivals. Not soulmates. We’re supposed to be at each other’s throats. ❜❜ ❛❛ Things were better before this stupid mark, & stupid fate. ❜❜ ❛❛ I’ve tried. You can’t cut the string. I’ve tried, trust me, I’ve tried. ❜❜ ❛❛ This mark. It appeared this morning. I don’t want it - I. Don’t. Want. It. ❜❜    

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𝕋𝕒𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕦

( ** ✧✧✧･ ———     This was his brother, who he hadn’t known about but by pushing himself into his parent’s business. His brother who had his body taken from him for their father’s prosperity. A father who didn’t even acknowledge Tahomaru unless he was doing something like killing the threat to the land. And then there was their mother. A mother who was so in love with her first child, that she mourned the loss every day and suffered.

( ** ✧✧✧･ ———     Thier’s was a horrible family - and most of it was gone. Tahomaru choked as he watched through tear-filled eyes as Hyakkimaru turned, the child too. They eyed him - he felt he was nothing in their eyes. Someone who had tried to destroy his own family for power.

( ** ✧✧✧･ ———     His whole body went stiff as he heard his name said quietly in the revere that was the early morning. The birds were in the trees and the wind carried sounds to those that were there, living only to die eventually. Seeing his brother’s eyes, the younger almost cried out. He didn’t like them, not like that.

( ** ✧✧✧･ ———     “ Aniue… “ He said in response to his own name again from Hyakkimaru’s lips. Legs giving out, the once proud and haughty heir to the Kunimitsu family crumpled to the ground, a sizable dust cloud hanging around. He didn’t know what to do - would his brother smite him for his crimes? Would he be dismissed as they went on their way? His tears dripped down his face from his working eye, the scar on his other throbbing as it too tried to produce tears.

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                               He’d ravaged a whole land and it’s people. 

                                                          【    “ . . . ”    】

He’d gone through Hell and back...         and is probably                         𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕                                          going to go through more Hell for the rest of his life and the kami                                         of this world most likely have their sights set on him as of his birth,                                         so it’s not as if he journey was remotely near over. 

He’d been fed as a disgustingly powerful meal for his foes and those around him to bring prosperity to those who did not work for it, for those who wanted a crutch to stand on as his blood and skin                                                                  𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥    and     🇹​🇴​🇷​🇪​ through their mouths as they yelled and begged for riches and fame. 

His family... left him behind to burn in the embers left from the fuel burned  from each day his body was used to power their everything;     the growth of their lands;         their success over wars;            each and all things they gained...

                                                                        ..and yet...             he wasn’t the only one that’s gone through so much in the whole event of things.

His mother prayed for him each and every day, even if it was all she could do.  She was the first to show that there was more than meets the eye to what was happening behind the scenes. 

...and Tahomaru... ...Tahomaru being led by his father...

                                                                              ...

Watching him as he starts reaching out his hand, Dororo’s breath hitches. Wasn’t it over?! He can’t let him continue this! He got his body back, didn’t he?! Before he’s able to get his name out, however, he stops and blinks in surprise. 

Hyakkimaru places his hand on the side of the younger male’s face, head tilting to the side. Using his free hand, he points to himself.      【    “ Hyakkimaru. Aniue. My body, ”    】           he states, then points to the other,  

                     【    “  Tahomaru, otouto. 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢.  Don’t do again.  ”    】

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