A Bunch of Underappreciated Characters

An indie multi-muse blog for characters from lesser-known anime/manga and underappreciated characters from well-known anime/manga by Bendoge (side blog for saiyangodbluevegeta & anima-necrosis).

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Hi everyone, or at least those who still followed me after all this time. I think this is it, time for me to close up shop on tumblr for good. It’s been a wild ride with so many blogs and so many memories from years back. I started about 10-11 years ago with a couple homestuck blogs and have been on and off since highschool doing a couple bleach blogs, a dbz abridged blog, and finally a Steins;Gate and Multi-muse blogs (all rp blogs btw). Tumblr has helped a lot, in making friends, and saving me from crippling misery and loneliness countless times. To all of those who I’ve interacted with and made friends with, even if we no longer keep in touch (sorry for being terrible at maintaining steady communication), I thank you guys from the bottom of my heart.

But alas, every bit of rp creativity has left me and I don’t think I can recover that again, nor do I see myself going back into RPing anytime in the future. I’ll keep this and my other blog (bagofrejects) as archives, but I won’t be going on to post or communicate anymore.

But fret not, for those who still wish to communicate with me, I have a discord! Don’t let your anxiety get to you, even if we haven’t communicated in years, shoot me a DM! I literally hold no ill will towards you nor any awkward feelings from such delayed communication. It’s a free invitation, so my discord is:

Anima-necrosis#4483

Thank you guys for all the great memories, take care, and in these terrible times, keep on doing what you do, being you, and stay true my dudes.

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          That night had repeated in her mind, countless times over many hours. It was still fresh in her mind – rukia could still feel his limp body in her hands, the warmth of his blood as it drenched her, his final goodbye. In an attempt to cope with the loss of Lieutenant Shiba, Rukia had found herself locked away in her barracks. Everything around her reminded her of him, it was as if she couldn’t escape the pain and sorrow that she was responsible for. If only Rukia hadn’t been so selfish, if only she hadn’t run her zanpakuto through his chest. There could have still been a chance that he would have lived. 

          Of course, it wasn’t just rukia that had to deal with it. The entire division had shut down in order to mourn the death of not only Lieutenant Shiba, but of his wife, Miyako Shiba – 3rd seat of the 13th division. Rukia looked up to her, and was still trying to come to terms with their loss. 

          Rukia, looking worse for ware had decided to try and make an appearance. The fear of everyone judging, scrutinising and even cursing her for being the cause of death of him ( and to some extent, she )  would be too much for her to bare. Her eyes puffed and red from the crying that she had done over the past few days, she caught the sound of Captain Shiba, Isshin. 

         Cowering from behind the door, she couldn’t help but be thankful for his attempt to try and cheer up the entire division – when it should have been her doing so to him, but Rukia wasn’t entirely sure if he would be able to look her in the eye. Her appetite had diminished, but she appreciated the gesture. 

        ❝  Captain…thank you for showing such compassion, ❞  rukia wanted to scream, she wanted to get on her knees and beg for forgiveness, to say sorry until she could no longer. But the words couldn’t form, her mouth hung agape as she tried to form a formidable sentence.

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*Isshin leaned against a crate and watched as people returned with bowls and spoons. Though there was one person who didn’t come with those, a small girl with medium-length black hair; that girl that Captain Byakuya adopted as a sister. A simple look at her eyes and he could tell that the deaths of both Shiiba Kaien and Shiiba Miyako had been rough on her. He saw Captain Ukitake come out and give a smile of thanks towards him, and he saw an opportunity. While she stood there, mouth dropped, scrambling to say something, he picked her up by the back of her collar and flung him over his shoulder.*

“You need something special. Vanilla, Chocolate, and Strawberry won’t do. Also, seems like we should talk somewhere private about this.”

*He whispered as he then looked towards Ukitake*

“Hey! I’m gonna borrow your rookie for a sec. Ok?”

*He yelled at the captain as he smiled and gave a wave of approval. As soon as the motion was given, he flash stepped to his Captain’s quarters, opened the door, and put her down. He then went to a closet, and opened to reveal a freezer the size of a refrigerator. He reached up to the top of the contraption and opened a box, pulling out a cake cone and an ice cream scoop.*

“What flavor do you want? I have one of every flavor imaginable in my ice cream stash.” 

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Starter Call!

If anyone wants to do an RP with Isshin Kurosaki from Bleach, Mugen from Samurai Champloo, Loki from A Fairytale for the Demon Lord, Skull from Wake-Up Deadman, or Susumu Nakoshi from Homunculus, go hit that like button and I’ll message you to get things started.

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*It had been 3 days since Kaien Shiba’s funeral, 3 days since anyone of rank has exited the 13th division barracks. The sheer aura of gloom and depression was well-known throughout the 13 court guard squads. All of the captains had brought around little gifts for Captain Ukitake and the others to enjoy to ease their pain, all the captains except for Isshin (however, Captain Kurotsuchi’s offer of trying to bring back Kaien through questionable experiments on his body was rejected). This wasn’t because he was inconsiderate, but rather he was trying to figure out and eventually gather a gift that was large enough to be enjoyed by the whole division. The sound of flash steps followed by thundering booms of wood hitting the ground could be heard in the outside of the barracks. This repeated 5 times, to which people from squad 13 eventually went out to see what the ruckus was. When Isshin finished with the final item, he leaned against what appeared to be a massive crate about 20 feet in height, width, and depth, with 4 others behind him.*

“If you guys are going to mourn about and sulk all day, you can at least drown your sorrows on these, provided to you by your friends in squad 10.”

*He said as he ripped open the side to showcase buckets upon buckets of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry ice cream, about enough to satisfy every single member of the squad. He patted the crate*

“Bowls and spoons aren’t included, go get some and come here before it melts”

*As much as he wanted to make everyone happier or feel better, this was also a jab at all the other captains who brought little things for only the Captain like a fancy tea set or a scarf.* 

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*It was a dull day. The sky was overcast, no one was coming into the clinic, his daughters were in school, he had no appointments schedule, and there was nothing good on TV. Isshin was never really good at staying still, or handling boredom, so he closed up shop for an hour and decided to go to a local coffee shop to snag a cup of joe. It was one of those weird new hipster joints with organic coffee from places he’s never heard of like “Chiapas” and turned lattes into art. He ordered a latte with art in the shape of a flame, picked up his cup, and sat outside. As he looked into the cup, he pondered about his past and his relationships with his kids. He got a little depressed, thinking to himself how he wasn’t always the greatest father. How he could’ve been more supportive and better to his son, especially after Masaki’s death. She was always better at comforting Ichigo than he was. Taking a sip from his cup, he looked out to the street when a familiar sight passed by him. Orange hair, tall, brown eyes, pointy chin... It’s Ichigo! His voice welled up in hesitation for a second but he pressed on through.*

Hey Ichigo! Over here! It’s been a while, come have a seat with your old man.

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Starter Call!

If anyone wants to do an RP with Isshin Kurosaki from Bleach, Mugen from Samurai Champloo, Loki from A Fairytale for the Demon Lord, Skull from Wake-Up Deadman, or Susumu Nakoshi from Homunculus, go hit that like button and I’ll message you to get things started.

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Starter Call!

If anyone wants to do an RP with Isshin Kurosaki from Bleach, Mugen from Samurai Champloo, Loki from A Fairytale for the Demon Lord, Skull from Wake-Up Deadman, or Susumu Nakoshi from Homunculus, go hit that like button and I’ll message you to get things started.

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((Oh shit, I forgot this blog existed! Sorry, I’ve been so caught up in work and school i neglected these basket of assholes. I’ll be more active from now on. Ill make a starter call and see if anyone wants to play with Isshin or the others. I might have to scrap a muse or two since i doubt i would have the muse for all in the bag. Again, sorry for the very long hiatus. It’s gone now though))

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Her daughter, Ichika, squeezed her hand. She was obviously nervous to be meeting new people, especially of those who resided in the world of the living.Though when Rukia smiled brightly at Isshin, her former trainer, Ichika soon followed suit, realising that the two of them were good friends. And he was soon to be her Godfather, if he accepted. 

Chuckling, Rukia let go of her daughters hand for Ichika to take his own. “–it’s not my height that’s grew, only my hair,” Rukia nudged Ichika for her to take his hand and quickly she did. The red-headed girl giggled softly. “This is my daughter, Isshin. Her name is Ichika–”

The new Captains chest swollen with pride of her incredibly talented daughter, Ichika shaking his hand as she introduced herself formally. She had obviously been raised well.

“–that’s what I came here to talk to you about. Can we go inside?”

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Daughter!? Tears started flowing from his eyes as he shook the tiny girl’s hand as happiness, shock, and pride as a massive tornado of fluff ravaged through him. He then stood up and hugged his third daughter.

“Of course you can! I’m so proud of you Rukia! I feel like a real grandpa now! You’ve grown into a fine Captain and an even finer mother and I’m so happy for you!”

He put Rukia down before opening up the door and letting them in. He then went to the little table they had next to the kitchen and scooted out a seat for Rukia.

“Here, have a seat. Would you like some tea? But before that, what do you think of… this!”

He took a hat that was on the kitchen counter with “Foxy Grandpa” written on it. He then put hit on and did a spin before pointing to it with a giant smile on his face. He’s so proud of that hat, words cannot describe it.

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Send “👋” to smack my muse on the butt.

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“Hey, I know he can be creepy at times, but he’s a good guy. He did save my wife’s life and made Ichigo, Karin, and Yuzu’s existences possible after all. Give the guy some credit.”

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“Oh come on Byakuya-kun! I’m trying to establish a friendship, have a nice bonding experience. You’re gonna end up like Ginrei if you keep being such a stiff about this”

He beckoned, hoping his little plea would get the captain to sit down on his own rather than have Isshin do the heavy lifting. He already dragged him to the bar, he didn’t want to baby a captain of the 13 court guard squads and sit his ass down too. Or at least try.

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Her daughters hand in tow, her haori proudly draped over her small frame. She walked to the Kurosaki household and knocked on the door loudly. The toddler looking up at her with her own eyes. 

“–we’re going to see a special friend of mines, now be good, Ichika!”

Awaiting for the door to open, she was a little anxious about the thought of seeing Isshin long after the war, she owed him so much. For he was the one to have trained her to maximum effort.

Standing at the door, the new Captain brushed her hair back and tied it into a low-sitting bun. It was nice to drop by now and then, especially since the two had a lot to catch up on. Her daughter looking up at her mother. 

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Only a few years have passed since he’s last seen her, but it seemed like only yesterday when Isshin was training Rukia on the art of being a Captain. Helping her learn what paperwork could only be done by a Captain, what she could pass onto her subordinates, how to practically force her subordinates to take on more work, raising her spiritual pressure, helping her master her shikai and bankai, the art of leadership and inspiring others... He was in the middle of working out his gigai when something caused him to smile from ear to ear. He felt Rukia enter the human world! And she was with... a guest? 

Maybe she met a special someone and was going to introduce him to that someone! Excited, he rushed over to the shower and had a quickie, getting rid of the sweat and post-workout musk, replacing it with the smell of soap and roses, just how Masaki liked him. He got on an undershirt, jeans, and... She was already here!? While he was excited that Rukia didn’t take long at all to get here, it was also slightly inconvenient. He took a towel, and dried his head while walking to the entrance. When he opened the door, he was overcome with joy as he was greeted with a nice, young, powerful woman he proudly proclaimed to be his third daughter. 

“Rukia! It’s been way too long. You’ve grown to be a great woman. Did you rise an inch since the last time I saw you?”

He teased as his eyes went down from her new hairstyle with the low-sitting bun to a tiny red-headed pineapple girl. His chest tightened and he could feel himself well up with pride, excitement, joy, curiosity, and a whole bunch of other positive emotions. His eyes starting to water, he knelt down and stretched out his hand to the girl.

And who might you be?

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((I was taught how to make icons))

((I’M SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW POSSIBILITIES. YES. YES. YES. THANK YOU @vacielago. ILU BIBI))

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“I swear ta god if ya sneak one more pic of ya dead waifu in this house imma cut yer balls off in ya sleep!! 25 is the MAXIMUM! NO MORE!” She roars at him stomping her foot.

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He stared at the little woman, not sure what to do with this angry troll doll.

“Urahara! Who let the gremlin out of its cage?”

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@all-of-the-muses liked for a starter!

3 days. That’s how long he’s been running from the local Hiroshima police. He had gotten in trouble for beating up someone for ‘stealing his chance at getting some nooky’ and stealing their coin purse. Turns out that random guy was a nobleman who happened to claim a girl at a brothel Mugen really wanted before he got the chance. Took 2 days of running in the wilderness to shake off the cops, and a third to find any trace of civilization. What he did find was a small tavern on a road, looking rather old, but brimming with a faint light and emanating warmth. A couple horses were parked to the side already, showing signs that people were already there, but he didn’t care. If he had to kill another cop, he was more than happy to. It was evening, the clouds covering the moon, droplets falling from the sky, Mugen was rather exhausted, and the tavern seemed like a godsend. Hoping to drink the exhaustion away, he slid open the doors to the tavern and headed over to the bar to get a drink. Noticing long blonde hair and a rather nice kimono, he decided to sit next to the lady. He took out a couple gold coins and put them on the table.

“A bottle of your finest hot sake please”

He then turned to the blonde-haired lady, arm leaning on the counter, he prepared his smooth moves in the hopes of maybe sharing a bed with her and relieving some stress with her.

“And this beauty can order whatever she wants.”

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“Even if you rise up a thousand times, there will be no victory for any of you.”

Independent Ulquiorra Schiffer rp blog . Espada no. 4 of Aizen Sosuke’s Arrancar Army. OC and Crossover Friendly. Tag: @vacielago . Will tag everything. Message for any starters.