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@asobishinshin
a wild soutaichou appears!
It's my 4 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
asobishinshin:
deivorous:
ah, but you’ve got it all wrong. it doesn’t mean you’re a weakling.
“It means you’re on the bottom.”
“That’s where the weaklings end up.”
again, not true. you should get that perception out of your head otherwise you won't have any fun at all.
Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing
@asobishinshin asked: Why so grumpy? It’s not a bad thing to be a bottom.
“I’m not. It’s just a stupid quiz.”
“I ain’t the weakling in this situation.”
ah, but you've got it all wrong. it doesn't mean you're a weakling.
Pale fingers trace over the ridges of scarred flesh. Green eyes soften, now only capable of seeing through one — he is guilty; guilty to have been unable to be his shield.
unprompted \ always accepting
the events of what had transpired during the last war had come to them fast and brutally. never had he expected to be the way he was now. but he might have been somewhat grateful if it had only been this much loss. at least he hadn't lost his life. or so he told himself. but what life was it now that things had drastically changed?
It has been long since the sun had come up after that fateful day. much had happened. many had been lost. and the warmth of his heart has disappeared under the blade of loss he had to endure. the loss of his mentor had been too heavy on him. losing parts of himself was nothing compared to it. all warmth had disappeared the moment his life had been extinguished. nothing but cold, clear ice remained now.
and yet, despite all that, the wandering touch of a dear someone did bring him some solace. a semblance of comfort to his unfeeling soul. he felt the quiet remorse as his familiar fingers traced over his newly scarred flesh. there was no reason for it. shunsui never faulted him for it. why would he? he had failed himself. and no one else was to blame.
' this... it wasn't your fault. you do know that? '
added music to the blog uvu
Poking the old man with a stick, his snores woke the Arrancar.
he wasn't snoring. he was hardly sleeping. merely resting his eyes since it was a boring day and he had been escaping having to deal with most things. it wasn't that he was a bad captain as most from the other divisions thought him to be. hardly. it was because he knew his second in command could carry out what needed to be done without his help. this was more his way of allowing her to be more and more independent of him.
so there it was. resting his eyes he was. but the stick that was poking him. well, that wasn't welcome at all. and was quite rude too. with one unexpected move, he had seized hold of it and snapped it with his hand. opening one eye slightly to regard the offender.
' it isn't nice to bother people when they are resting, arrancar-san. '
Reblog this if you’re a chill roleplayer who doesn’t mind if your rp partners take multiple weeks, or even months to reply.
What's your role in bed
' hm. Alright then. '
Kyoraku: Who the fuck-
Ukitake: Language.
Kyroaku: Whom the fuck-
Ukitake: No.
@asobishinshin
okay but. having that shop icon just pops up quietly one day and then several days afterwards they add this new thing to it -- which was yesterday right? -- when it really isn't new anymore and it just won't go away no matter what you do.
Poke, poke. Index digits prod against the cheek of the male, fascinated by his beard. A rugged sensation tickling at their fingertips whilst the other slumbered. ❛ Is he asleep ? ❜ questioned the two to the air around them, taking the liberty to confiscate his jingasa, prancing off to use it for something special. Will he find them in time ? Will he spoil the surprise ?
All the way back to squad 13's barracks, clapping is heard. ❛ Yatta ! ❜ the twins rejoice; a masterpiece complete. There laid a slumbering Ukitake with a painted face ⸺ sloppily drawn with a calligraphy brush, mimicking the beard of the fellow captain.
he had been asleep and unaware of the mischief those unleashed little spirits were up to. being very familiar with them and with him. Of course, when he awakened, he wasn't surprised that they had found their way to him. no longer there now and yet he somehow knew they were here. it is only confirmed when he finds the missing jingasa he hums.
' chaos is unleashed. ' he should probably go see his dear old friend and check in on him.