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indie rp blog for miroku from inuyasha.

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i really want to do modern verse things ....

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So Not In Italy Any More (Closed Greeter)

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aercsmith:

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Narancia hissed slightly as he sat up. His head throbbed like a bitch and he prayed that he didn’t lose any brain cells. He had enough trouble as is without losing more. As he sat up, he was startled by the scenery around him and had to wonder what part of Italy this was. He had never seen trees so big or a field so wide. Slowly getting to his feet, he walked a short distance, trying to find maybe a road of some sort.

He ended up finding a small dirt path and started walking, hoping it would led him to a main highway. He walked for a while before he came across a man walking towards him. “Yo! Hey man, can you give me some directions?” he asked.

The next village was certain to be only a few miles or so ahead, and yet it seemed farther. Alone with his thoughts was not where Miroku wished to be for extended periods of times; however, this current trip had necessitated it as a filler for the hours. While he had harbored hopes of coming upon fellow travelers ( particularly if said travelers just so happened to be of the female persuasion ), his luck had faltered so far. “Perhaps I am being tested.” Such quiet musing escaped his lips as he passed the nearest bend in the pathway, although he was jarred from them by a sudden shout in his direction. Eyes widening and head turning, his gaze alighted upon a stranger who was unlike any he had before witnessed.

Odd clothing, a strange lilt to his speech: where had this man come from? Miroku carried too much experience to leap to any sort of conclusion concerning these discrepancies, even though he sensed something quite off. “I’m happy to try. I know the nearest village is a couple miles along this road. Are you heading there, as well?”

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priestess-incarnate:

Did he have to be so honest?

“Miroku…I appreciate the thought but you’re not helping!”

“I’m simply trying to offer advice from afar. But if you would prefer more hands on training — ?”

That could certainly be arranged.

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But that’s none of my business 

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“Your meditation positioning could use a bit of work. I can’t imagine you’re able to find any sort of peace like that.”

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Truth be told, my dashboard is actually quite empty so—- feel free to like/reblog if you’d be interested in roleplaying with a Kikyo from the Inuyasha series.

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Best part of engaged!Mirsan?

Miroku closing his eyes dramatically and being pathetic/saying something self-deprecating while nuzzling his face all over Sango

bonus: even shippou and the other foxes know it’s cute and the way to sango’s heart

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me when someone says miroku is only in inuyasha for comic relief

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Pixiv ID: 59826739 Creator: nitako Miroku & Kirara

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i’m lowkey here until i graduate and then i’ll be hype to start new threads and write with everyone and rp my perverted monk son! in the meantime, i’ll be around to talk and plot and maybe do small things~ 

sorry for vanishing for so long! college is killer, man.

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i’m lowkey here until i graduate and then i’ll be hype to start new threads and write with everyone and rp my perverted monk son! in the meantime, i’ll be around to talk and plot and maybe do small things~ 

sorry for vanishing for so long! college is killer, man.

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nebullosity:

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     In a lost daze, he approaches the first person he finds. Ratchet looks a little DISTRESSED,  but remains very much on high alert in case the stranger would be hostile. ❝ Hey, uh— got a sec? I’m trying to find your nearest spaceship port. Know the directions? ❞

Miroku’s first thought concerned whether or not this guy’s a demon. He’s certainly not human, yet the monk cannot detect any sort of dark aura emanating from him. Could it be masked? Yet, if he was not attempting to pass among humans, what need could he have for that advantage? However, his next words only add more confusion. “A — spaceship port?” The monk repeats the words slowly, more confounded with each syllable. “I’m afraid I’ve never even heard of one, much less know its location.”

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likcthestar:

Crowds are so much more intimidating when she’s actually in them rather than observing them. They seemed chaotic on screen, but nothing worthy of alarm. Here, though, in a large marketplace, she is surrounded by busy bodies and irritated faces. Her hand reaches out for Thorne’s- only to find someone else’s. She snaps her arm back, wide-eyed.

“Sorry! I’m sorry! I g-guess i thought you were somebody else.”

The sudden touch startles Miroku — he’d come to the market alone, and to now feel someone else’s skin brush against his own is rather unnerving. However, whipping around to see if there’s something the matter ( had he dropped his wallet or something? ), his eyes widen as he comes face to face with a pretty girl. Perhaps it isn’t wise to so quickly chalk this up as a negative.

“It’s alright, no need to apologize! Do you need some help looking for them, then? It gets pretty crowded around here at this time of day, and searching alone can be tricky.”