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Why is it always focus on someone's delicate hands/fingers? what about a woman's robust hands and her firm grip have you thought of that?

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Nomad!Guts, to the best I can do.

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I've gotten back into cyberpunk 2077 again...

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THE ARTWORK OF BERSERK

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Metallica - Master of Puppets

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 .    (  a collection of  action prompts.   feel free to reverse roles as desired. this prompt will be updated.  )

[ REDWOOD ] sender lashes out at receiver when it isn't their fault.

[ WILLOW ] sender embraces receiver in a moment of extreme distress.

[ PINE ] sender fervently resists receiver's attempts to comfort / care for them.

[ BIRCH ] sender finally ends a tense argument by reaching out to apologize.

[ POPLAR ] sender mentors receiver through learning a new skill.

[ PALM ] sender and receiver avoid / ignore the stresses of real life together.

[ ELM ] sender lends receiver aid in a time of urgent need.

[ MAGNOLIA ] sender, believed to be dead, arrives at receiver's door.

[ DOGWOOD ] sender gifts receiver a token of good luck / protection.

[ MULBERRY ] sender and receiver take a long walk through nature together.

[ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds.

[ CAMPHOR ] sender suddenly pushes receiver out of danger's path.

[ CASHEW ] when they're finally alone, sender invites receiver to dance.

[ LAVENDER ] sender lays their head in receiver's lap and closes their eyes.

[ BEECH ] it comes to light that sender has betrayed receiver.

[ HIBISCUS ] sender invites receiver to go traveling with them.

[ HICKORY ] sender pushes receiver to admit that they need them.

[ MAPLE ] sender shakes receiver's shoulders, begging them to wake up.

[ CHERRY BLOSSOM ] sender revels in receiver's beauty, stunned.

[ JOSHUA ] sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash .

[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years.

[ FIG ] sender, knowing receiver is hungry, pressures them to eat.

[ YEW ] sender beckons for receiver to join them in the water.

[ CYPRESS ] sender shamelessly flirts with receiver.

[ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them.

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Hello, I am here.

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Don't ask me how I slept. I didn't.

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❝ you make me feel everything i’ve spent years trying to shut down. ❞ / okay but hear me out--

@m1kos

Guts felt the weight of her words settle deep in his chest, a dull ache blooming into something he couldn’t ignore. Sadness, guilt, and something far more fragile stirred inside him—not because he didn’t return her feelings, but because he did. He did, and that terrified him. The Eclipse, Casca, the endless blood and betrayal from his world—it had carved him up in ways no sword ever could. He didn’t just wear his pain on his body; it lived in the silence behind his eyes, in the way he held himself like everything could fall apart if he let go.

When he’d first stumbled into this world, ripped from everything familiar and thrown into another place soaked in death and struggle, he’d accepted it without question. It felt like a punishment he’d long earned. So when the miko—Kikyo—found him broken and bleeding after one of those endless battles and chose to care for him, he thought nothing of it. Just another healer too kind for a world that didn’t deserve her. But she stayed. Through the silence, through his brooding moods and half-bitten words. She stayed. And slowly, painfully, something began to bloom. It wasn’t just gratitude. It wasn’t just trust. It was something warmer. Something that frightened him in ways war never had.

He hadn’t let himself believe he could feel something like this again. Not after Casca. Not after everything that had happened. He doubted he’d ever fully stop carrying that grief, that guilt. But Kikyo… she brought back a piece of him he thought had died. The quiet warmth of shared silence. The comfort of a hand reaching out, not for what he could give, but just to stay close. It reminded him of things he thought were long gone. And that scared him more than anything.

He swallowed hard, his throat tight as he looked away for a beat. Then, voice low and rough like gravel beneath his boots, he said, “ I feel the same, Kikyo. I’ve just… tried not to. I didn’t think I had it in me anymore. After everything, I didn’t think I deserved it. But you… You make it hard to keep all that locked up. You make me want to try again. Even if I’m scared as hell. ”

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Guts sat with his back to the tree, staring into the low flicker of what was left of the fire. It hadn’t been tended in a while, just glowing red coals now, barely enough to throw light. The others had already turned in for the night, spread out on their bedrolls a little ways off. He should’ve joined them. His body sure wanted to. Everything ached in that dull, lived-in way that meant it’d been a long day. But his mind wouldn’t let up—not tonight.

The quiet didn’t help. Too much space for thinking. The wind moved through the leaves overhead, soft enough that he could almost pretend it was peaceful. Almost. He stayed where he was, still and staring, trying not to follow the thoughts that kept circling in his head. Trying not to feel anything at all.

Then came the sharp crack of a branch snapping underfoot. His eye opened fully, focus snapping toward the sound. He didn’t stand, but his body was already tensed. His hand drifted to the hilt of his sword out of habit more than anything else. “ Who’s there? ” he said, voice low and rough. “ Show yourself. ”

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Fingers crossed, but I might have some energy to write today.

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guts persona being strength

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Spare ship?

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WHAT LOW ACTIVITY & SLOW REPLY MEANS:

it means i want to be here, i really do 

it means that i have, whether i like it or not, more important things to do than roleplay at the moment

it means that replies are going to sit for a moment

WHAT IT DOESN’T MEAN:

that i care any less

that i don’t want to talk / plot with you

that you aren’t allowed to IM me or ask for my disco

Sometimes Tumblr has to take a back burner, and that’s fine! Roleplay will still be here when we get back. So take that day to yourself. Don’t worry about drafts. Don’t worry about how “slow” you are being. Everything is okay!

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i. Kaveh Akbar, "My Father's Accent" from Pilgrim Bell | ii. Hayley Williams, "Simmer" from Petals for Armor | iii. Sjohnna McCray, "Portrait of my Father as a Young Black Man" from Rapture