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“‘Tis the season?” Ulquiorra fingered his cup of tea that was offered to him by another patron, who had seemingly offered out of kindness. “Why are the seasons and these holiday so important to people?”

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emotionally intense prompts.

idk my dudes i started listening to the etern.als theme music and now i have these things. bon appetit!

“ i’d follow you to the ends of the universe, if you asked me to. ”

“ how bad is it this time? ”

“ we’re the only thing standing between this world and its destruction. ”

“ we could stop all of this… with just a thought/flick of my wrist. “

“ fair?! how is any of this fair?! “

“ do you truly believe that anything so little as a rule, or a law, might have stopped me from protecting you? “

“ we have to fight. ”

“ we’re not giving up. ”

“ you. i’ll always and endlessly fight for you. “

“ i can wait a thousand lifetimes for you. “

“ we’ve had a pretty good life. but maybe normalcy is a thing we’re meant to protect, rather than enjoy. ”

“ i don’t know if i can protect you any longer. “

“ we’ve seen what they’re capable of. now we need to retaliate. “

“ if only the world knew what we do for them… ”

“ i’m sick and tired of being the one who has to make the sacrifices! ”

“ haven’t we lost enough? ”

“ i’m tired. beyond tired… i am exhausted from the endless fighting. ”

“ things must be catastrophic if you’re calling me at this hour. ”

“ this is what we’ve been waiting for. ”

“ i’d follow you to the bitter end; as i always have. ”

“ the time has come. ”

“ this is what we’ve been waiting for. ”

“ i thought we had more time.  i regret to confess… it appears that i was wrong. ”

“ don’t let them control you, eh? ”

“ you’re better than this. ”

“ everything’s about to change… ”

“ do you truly think so little of me? ”

“ careful… you’ve never had to fight me before. ”

“ we need to leave. ”

“ we’re a good team, you know. “

“ look around you. do you still truly see no reason for us to fight? “

“ we’re family. we don’t turn our backs on each other. “

“ it’s too late! let’s go! ”

“ it wasn’t your fault… ”

“ why are you doing this?! ”

“ i’m sorry… “

“ perhaps i don’t say it enough, but… i’d like you to know that i’m always here, if you ever wanted to talk. ”

“ you/they will always be worth fighting for. ”

“ don’t pretend like you understand. “

“ tell me how i can fix this… ”

“ don’t say it. ”

“ they’re not worth saving. ”

“ i am a god. you… you’re nothing. “

“ well. for whatever it’s worth, it’s been a pleasure fighting alongside you. ”

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headcanon memes inspired by things i like, part 1. ⤿   inspired by muses i write tw: addiction

send in a symbol i’ll answer the corresponding question about my muse!

[ 🏃‍♂️ ] does your muse have escapist tendencies?

[ 💄 ] does your muse have an aesthetic? do they adhere strictly to it?

[ 👥 ] does your muse have many friends? do people feel they can rely on your muse?

[ 📚 ] what is your muse’s favourite genre of books, tv, movies, etc.?

[ 💐 ] what is your muse like in relationships?

[ 💍 ] how dedicated is your muse to their job?

[ 🍺 ] does your muse have any addictions?

[ 🍀 ] does your muse believe in luck? do they have a good luck charm or rituals they follow to avoid bad luck?

[ 🎀 ] does your muse have any childhood friends or people that are important to them?

[ 💕 ] does your muse believe in true love? do they believe in love at all?

[ 🧸 ] does your muse have any guilty pleasures or hobbies that make them embarrassed?

[ 🌟 ] is your muse comfortable in their identity? are they insecure or confident?

[ 🧭 ] does your muse know what they want? how well can they advocate for themselves?

[ 🎈 ] does your muse have many regrets? what are they?

[ 🏆 ] is your muse afraid of failure? what do they do when they fail?

[ 💭 ] does your muse have imaginary friends? did they have any as a child?

[ 🩹 ] what does your muse do to de-stress?

[ 🚓 ] would your muse break the law?

[ 🧲 ] is your muse generally flirty, or are they more reserved?

[ 🗾 ] how self-sufficient is your muse? are they more independent, or do they need others around them?

[ 🙏 ] is your muse religious? what do they believe in, if anything?

[ 👻 ] if your muse were a fantasy creature, what kind would they be? why?

[ ⚖️ ] what is your muse’s moral code? what kind of morality do they have?

[ 💥 ] is your muse determined, or do they give up easily?

[ 🃏 ] how does your muse handle being lied to?

[ 🥀 ] would your muse betray someone they love?

[ 🥊 ] how strong is your muse’s survival instinct?

[ 🌼 ] what kind of first impression does your muse leave?

[ 🐣 ] does your muse have anyone they look up to?

[ 🎨 ] is your muse artistic? do they want to be?

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ooc: I need notes guys. Haven’t been here in some time. What kind of interactions would you like to see happen with my human Ulquiorra verse? I’m open for rping with all new and old followers ^_^

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Perhaps he had not heard, but this one’s reishi was strong enough to make their presence known. Ulquiorra peered to his left, to catch said entity. Who dared to creep up on him? To be so neglectful for one’s own safety. It was almost laughable, but just pitiful. “You can’t catch me off guard, you fool.”

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some angst idk y’all i like crying

“  i don’t want you here.  just go.  ” 

“  you ‘didn’t mean to hurt me?’  yeah you did.  like it or not,  i know exactly who you are.  ” 

“  why won’t you even look at me?  ”

“  i’m not angry at you.  i’m angry with myself for trusting you.  ”

“  i wish you’d stop trying to destroy yourself in some misguided effort to feel worthy.  ”

“  i know it’s not fair to say this,  but i don’t have anything without you.  if i don’t have you i have nothing.  ”

“  you can’t love me.  not the way i need to be loved.  ”

“  i’m broken.  and i don’t need anyone to try to feed me white lies about it.  something inside me is broken and it isn’t just going to be put back like it was.  ” 

“  sometimes being broken isn’t about trying to put things back together like they were before.  it’s about picking up what pieces are left and building something new.  ”

“  okay,  so you’re a monster.  so am i.  lets be monsters together.  ” 

“  because of what they/you did i’m damaged.  ”  

“  what the hell is wrong with you?  ”

“  what the hell is wrong with me?  ”

“  i can’t fix you.  you can’t expect me to know how to fix you.  ” 

“  yeah,  i’ll be here.  i’ll be here when you’re ready to stop running.  ”

“  my world is just falling apart.  it’s like everything is just crumbling around me.  i don’t know what to do.  i just want it to stop ”  

“  you’re the only thing that makes sense right now.  everything else is just—  the world is so loud.  and the only time it feels quiet is when you’re here.  ”

“  i don’t know how to talk about shit okay?  it’s too hard.  but i do care.  i need you to trust me that i care.  ”

 “  stop punishing yourself.  you wanna make up for what you’ve done?  get off your ass and do something about it.  ”

“  whatever it is you think was going on between us,  you’re wrong.  ”

“  it didn’t mean anything to me.  ” 

“  you should move on.  i did.  ”  

“  i feel like i’m one bad day away from becoming everything i’ve fought against.  ” 

“  stop pushing me away.  i’m not going anywhere,  asshole.  and as soon as you get that through that thick skull of yours,  the better.  ”  

“  i don’t need you in my life.  i don’t want you in it.  ”  

“  i can’t trust myself.  if i let myself get comfortable enough,  when i try to be happy,  people get hurt.  ”  

“  people like me don’t get to have peace.  ”  

“  i’m not the person you want.  i know you think i am.  but it won’t take long for you to realize this is a mistake.  ”  

“  you want the truth?  the truth is when i love people it burns inside me like a poison.  it infects every part of me until it feels like they’re in my goddamn soul…and then i fuck it up.  and it’ll destroy us both.  ”  

“  i’ll always choose you.  that’s the worst part of it all.  i’d choose you over and over, even though i know you wouldn’t do the same.  ”  

“  you never had to be perfect.  you just had to stay.  ”

“  will you please just stay for once.  just.  don’t walk away.  ” 

“  if i loved you less,  i might be able to talk about it more.  ”   

“  just tell me something real.  tell me something i can remember no matter what happens to us.  ”

“  when you look at me,  i feel seen.  i feel like you see past everything i’ve always surrounded myself with to try and protect my heart.  no one has ever looked that deeply at me.  ”  

“  how can you uncover so much about someone,  make them let their guard down and lay themselves bare to you.  and then just throw it all away?  ”

“  if you walk out that door don’t bother coming back.  ”

“  why are you so afraid of trusting this—  trusting us.  what’s making you hold back?  ”

“  will you still be here?  will you stay even after you’ve seen all the ugly parts of my heart.  ”  

“  i don’t care how willing you are to die for me.  i want you to fucking live with me.  live for us.  ” 

HURT/COMFORT

[ DISCOVER ] for one muse to find the other crying alone. 

[ COMPANY ] for one muse to sit with the other so they don’t have to be alone while they’re upset. 

[ EMBRACE ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one for their own comfort. 

[ OFFER ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one to comfort them.

[ SETTLE ] for one muse to comfort the other and end up cuddling. 

[ SHOULDER ] for one muse to rest their head on the other’s shoulder while they comfort them. 

[ CARRY ]  for one muse to find the other injured and carry them to safety.

[ SECURE ] for one muse to carry the other to bed after they fell asleep. 

[ STRUGGLE ]  for one muse to resist being hugged but then break down and crumble against the other. 

[ CLEAR ] for one muse to wipe the other’s tears. 

[ BREAKDOWN ] for one muse to ask the other if they’re okay prompting them to finally stop bottling things up. 

[ BRUSH ] for one muse to run their fingers through the other’s hair while they open up or cry. 

[ NURSE ] for one muse to tend to the other while they’re recovering from injuries. 

[ TRUST ] for a scenario where sender’s muse is the only one receivers muse will let close. 

[ COAX ] for scenario where receiver’s muse knows they’re the only one sender’s muse will let close. 

[ CALM ] for one muse to subdue the other during an outburst. 

[ CLARITY ] for one muse to help ground the other back in the present  (i.e. after nightmare, breakdown, battle etc)

[ PREVENT ] for one muse to stop the other from going too far during a fight. 

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Make assumptions about my muse in my askbox and my muse will respond to them.

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“You shouldn’t trespass where you aren’t welcome.”

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cyanmitsu​:

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-Nothing but silence crowded the room even the sound of a pen dropping to the tile textured floor could be heard there then appeared a woman standing before the pale man she once knew instantly guilt and sadness fulfilled her mind as she remembered that feeling of being trapped under ones thumb and in the position of vulnerability- “U-Ulquiorra..” -the silence was soon broken but she couldn’t bare to to maintain eye contact with his cold gaze-

Entering the room in which the woman was held was nothing more than an unpleasant order to which he was given. He had been instructed to watch over her. Observe her. Report anything out of the ordinary back to his superior, Aizen Sosuke. So when he had arrived, he expected nothing less than a timid, weak little woman, to which she was. She couldn’t even look him in the eye. How was she suppose to help them, in this war? To Ulquiorra, it seemed nothing more than a devious ploy. To weaken the Soul Reaper’s ranks, and divide them when it was most convenient. 

“Are you getting comfortable yet? Lord Aizen has no intentions of letting you go. You should accept your place here, as one of us.”

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Tsukiko didn’t say anything but just kept reading. She basically just coldly brushed him and decided to act as if he never existed.

Ulquiorra watched as she brushed by him, curious as to why she would ask such a question, then simply act as if she did not care. To him, there had to be reason. An interest. To ask without purpose seemed senseless. So why even bother him? It was annoying nonetheless. “If you have no intentions, you should keep your concerns to yourself, woman.”

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roleplaying habits questions.

what’s a grammar rule you find yourself breaking or ignoring a lot?

are there any languages besides english in which you think you could comfortably roleplay?

how often do you reach for a synonym dictionary when writing? how about mentally?

how often do you need to translate your own or the other’s writing with a dictionary or google when writing and reading replies?

do you listen to music while your write?

do you have ideal writing circumstances when you can do a lot of drafts or tackle really long ones very easily?

are you a morning, day, evening, or night writer?

how does tiredness affect your writing?

have you ever written a serious reply intoxicated?

how much do you proof-read as you are writing vs. proof-read at the end?

when you are writing a reply, how much ahead in the thread do you plan?

is there ever been a time when you’ve had to drop a roleplaying partner because you’ve found their writing style exhausting?

does writing roleplay things in public spaces make you uncomfortable?

what do you do after you see a person has replied? do you read it immediately, or do you wait for it to show up on the dash? do you like it, draft it immediately, etc?

how often do you need to change the icon in your reply while or after writing the reply?

do you first get in the “zone” when writing, or do you start writing and “enter” it that way?

what is your biggest obstacle to writing every day, if time doesn’t count?

what’s your inbox count currently? what did you do to get it so high/low?

how many drafts is a paralysing amount?

if you are writing a wrong reply that’s not working out, do you save what you have to be continued at another date, or do you scrap it and rewrite?

does making icons give or take away energy to write? what about other graphics?

longest reply you’ve ever writen on mobile?

does the total amount of threads you have going on matter to you, or just how many you owe?

what’s your thought process when you format? any unspoken rules you follow?

how does your follower count affect your mood?

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✩ Interview with a Mun ✩

➊ How many ships do you have on this blog?

➋ Have you ever roleplayed with someone that just left an unforgettable impression on you?

➌ Which of your ships on this blog is the fluffiest?

➍ Would you say you’re a decent roleplayer or do you have any self doubts?

➎ Have you made lots of friends on this blog?

➏ What’s the one thing you especially love about roleplaying your muse?

➐ Are there any people you’ve been to afraid of approaching?

➑ Give us a rough estimate: How much time have you spent on your graphics? (icons, theme, banners, promos, etc)

➒ Got any memorable threads on here? Care to mention a few?

➓ What were some of the most frustrating moments you had with your muse’s interaction with another muse?

❂ Wild card! (Ask a question of your own!)

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🔺 Does your hollow hole ever hurt you or not?

SEND ▲ PLUS A QUESTION YOUR MUSE HAS ALWAYS WANTED TO ASK MINE, AND MY MUSE WILL ANSWER WITHOUT JUDGEMENT!

The hollow would shift slightly. Such an odd question from the grey face, one that had no meaning whatsoever behind it. What did it matter? If it hurt or not? What would be done of it, if it did? There was no healing, of such a hollow empty place within him. Mindlessly, the Espada would motion his hand towards said hole, and idly finger at the edges of such a vacant place. His thoughts began to wander. What if there was no hole in his own chest? What if he what whole?

“Perhaps once, it did... Now, there is nothing. Nothing but the void. It aches no more.”

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Elena gasped as the fourth espada approached her. Her older cousin had warned her about how dangerous arrancar were and boy, was he right. “Please,” She said in a pleading tone. “You have to get away from me while you can. Otherwise, he’ll hurt you!”

A strong presence had been felt near by, by the former fourth Espada. Curious, he was, to find nothing but a simple little girl reflecting such spiritual pressure. When the girl yearned for him to get away, he felt himself wash with confusion. Did she truly feel like he was the one in danger here? How ludicrous. The arrancar stood firm, and strict, hands resting idling within his coat pockets. A silent sigh escaped him, as it was, he wanted to devour. How else would he maintain his power? It was such a chore.

“You should be more concerned with your own well-being.”