War God of Shibusen

BlackStar RP blog M!A: -- Approx. 19 years old due to lack of D.O.B

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Ahha omg wow. Only been here for 3 weeks (literally 3 weeks today no lie) and I’ve reached this milestone. I never thought I’d get here to be honest and I thank everyone who has followed me throughout this time. I know I haven’t gotten the chance to rp with a lot of you yet and I hope to change this in the future.  But now for a bias list of tots I adore and pretty much are all just fab in their own way and I recommend:

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[bluehairedbushin]

     He smiled at her and scratched his neck. "Yeah well, its okay to doubt." The bushin started. "When you doubt, it gives you a reason to figure somethin' out." Star shrugged a bit. "Once y'figure it out, you don't need to doubt anymore!" The meister looked at his partner. "Then you can give it your all!"

[bluehairedbushin]

   @staff-meister-miley

     It was a cold December night. Star had decided that he would go out and jog and extra lap around deathcity once again, for the 93rd time. He, quite frankly, enjoyed it.     The feeling of being free from all of the shit in his head, and just running in a loop that felt timeless. It was just him, and himself. No one else as he ran. It really gave him an opportunity to think things out.       Saddly, whenever he trains on thesr days, Star barely noticied any people who watch him.

[staff-meister-miley]

Mile has decided to get some coco. It cold out and she had just finished a great deal of homework. She sighed. She and Mason had been working so hard lately it was nice to slow down. She noticed someone running past her. 

“Black*star?” She called out to the ninja. 

[bluehairedbushin]

     Hearing a familiar voice, snapping him out of his own toughts. Not to mention his own stride. Star stopped and looked over at the friendly face before smiling a bit.      "Hey there Miley what's up?" he asked. Its been a while since the two talked. He was wondering what she was doing up this late. I mean yeah he had his own reasonable excuse. But what was her's?

[bluehairedbushin]

   @meisteriisms

     A knock at the door, Black Star didn’t know who was home, but he did see a light. And considering the lack of music vaguely playing in the background, the Bushin assumed Soul wasn’t home.       Though it was late, and at a slightly odd hour, Star hoped that the only resident within the household was willing to open. That person, he imagined to be Maka. Which wasn’t what he had planned originally.      But for now, anything was better than staying in his place.

[meisteriisms-blog]

    Maka was enthralled by a new book she had purchased earlier in the day. Hearing the knock, she was startled back into reality. Who could it be at this hour? Neither she nor Soul had wanted to cook that night, so Soul agreed to run down the street for takeout.     With a heavy sigh, she put her book down. “Soul, I swear if you forgot your key again—” She muttered under her breath, standing from her spot on the sofa. “This will be the second time this month—”     With a quick movement, she unlocked the door, and threw it open, ready to yell at Soul. Almost immediately, she realized it wasn’t Soul on the other side of the door, but rather Black Star. It was unusual for him to vist without Soul present.    "Oh, Black Star. Sorry, I thought you were Soul. Are you alright?It’s kind of late to be out isn’t it?

[bluehairedbushin]

     The assassin looked up at Maka, noting the surprise in her expression. He was slightly serious at the moment, seeing as how he didn't hold his usual smile or grin. He carried a small bag slung over his shoulder as he looked at his old friend.     "Hey Maka." he began. "Mind if I stay here for tonight?" he didn't give much of an explination nor a reason why. Nothing other than his purpose towards being there. Though it was quite apparent within his lacking in personality, or rather changing in personality, that something wasn't exactly right.      Along with the sudden feeling of being tightlipped, he wasn't exactly feeling up towards talking about it any time soon.

[thepakistanimarthastewart-deact]

[lannasroleplaymemes]

Touch Meme

Send a symbol to have your Muse touch my Muse in a certain way and see how they react!

➟ Pull on their hair/clothing ➡ Smack dat ass ➢Grope them ➣ Slap their hand away ➤ Punch/Slap/Assault them ➥ Rub their back ➧ Massage their shoulders ➨ Put their hand between mine’s legs ➚Tickle them ➙ Pinch them ➛Poke them ➜ Play with mine’s hair ➝ Feel mine’s heartbeat

[cerceos-deactivated20160308]

[natureac]

Nature Photography

[kaffeeart]

Snow!AU. Art by me.

[imagineyouricon]

imagine your icons reaction to receiving a text that says “I just spent 7 hours trying to kill a guy and finally did it”

[selimsshadows-blog]

sometimes i laugh because this motherfucker

is voiced by this motherfucker

[bluehairedbushin]

person: OMG YOU DIDN'T STUDY FOR THE TEST???!?!?!

me: nope

person: BUT HOW ARE YOU GONNA PASS???

me: i'm not

[kiki-mincoon-deactivated2015010]

reblog-Your Muse and Mun Current Mood

[torvamortem]

MUSE:

MUN:

[bluehairedbushin]

MUSE:

MUN:

[bluehairedbushin]

{ Hey so im sure got all of the starters done! Just let me know if I missed anyone! }

[getfawked120-deactivated2023053]

[bluehairedbushin]

Be the                 d a r k n e s s                       guides                     to        which                     others              the  

                                                                     L I G H T

[souleaterpedia]

With the blood of a Shinigami coursing through his veins, one young man seeks ultimate ORDER! Another young man seeks ultimate POWER as the path to becoming a warrior god stretches before him.

[souleaterpedia]

Hang in there, Mr. God of Combat. (Chapter 107, Volume 24)

[blackstarbushin]

Snaps back to reality   Ah! Thanks Maka. And yes, I AM Mr God of Combat…

[souleaterpedia]

Actually, what he said next was

Don’t you just love their dynamic? He’s willing to admit his own limits.