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@ningyokuni , @onibind, & @wrathofthestars lookin for ren’s shrine but not knowing where tf it is in heian japan

#SHUT THE FUCK UPPPP #⍣ even in a world of gods and monsters i still remain top bitch | crack

i’m gonna be working on some responses! sorry for my slow moving, this week has been... kind of bad lol but it’s time to roll up my sleeves!

#⍣ what are you gonna do? stab me? | ooc

GETTING TO KNOW YOUR RP PARTNERS 101.

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i like to be called: jenna, or whatever variation of it you can think of!

my favorite color is: red and pink

gender: female

one thing you should know about me: i love history and discussing characterization and i WILL ramble about them given the chance

one thing you should know about my muse: yorimitsu is. Basard. sorry in advance

first language: english second language: (radio silence)

HIGHLIGHT:

age range: under 13 | 14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 | 30+ | 70+ |

am i okay with nsfw?: yes | no | yeah, in private

oc friendly?: yes | no | depends

rp blog: does | doesn’t contain ooc posts | deletes clutter/ooc posts

TAGGING:

tagged by: @exfujin

tagging: do it if you wanna!!

#⍣ IN POWER REST THE RIGHTEOUS. | meme

uchumushixx

🍙来ません

#⍣ the blade from the heavens. | onikiri #⍣ the sunlight fills the sky. | fanart

andhungry

richard siken sentence starters.

quotes are all taken from various poems out of richard siken’s poetry book crush. feel free to change pronouns/etc if needed.

❝ tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. ❞

❝ tell me we’ll never get used to it. ❞

❝ there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you. ❞

❝ i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth. ❞

❝ i want it back now, baby. i want it back. ❞

❝ i’m sorry. we know how it works. the world is no longer mysterious. ❞

❝ that’s a nice touch. ❞

❝ i like him and i want to be like him. ❞

❝ i’m sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart. ❞

❝ history repeats itself. ❞

❝ there are many names in history, but none of them are ours. ❞

❝ you could drown in those eyes. ❞

❝ but damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills. ❞

❝ sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine. ❞

❝ i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time. ❞

❝ you wanted happiness, i can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable. ❞

❝ there is no way to make this story interesting. ❞

❝ i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that i ran out into the street to prove something. ❞

❝ tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more. ❞

❝ you will be alone always and then you will die. ❞

❝ i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing. ❞

❝ who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down. ❞

❝ i take it back. ❞

❝ here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed. ❞

❝ you still get to be the hero. ❞

❝ what more do you want? ❞

❝ love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying. ❞

❝ no one will ever want to sleep with you. ❞

❝ you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things i want to ask you. ❞

❝ you had not expected this. ❞

❝ walk a mile in my shoes. ❞

❝ a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river. ❞

❝ you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore. ❞

❝ hush, my sweet. these tornadoes are for you. ❞

❝ that sounds overly valorous. ❞

❝ do you love yourself? ❞

❝ i don’t have to answer that. ❞

❝ you wanted more. ❞

❝ i had a dream about you. ❞

❝ there’s nowhere to go. there’s nowhere to go. ❞

❝ in these dreams it’s always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge. ❞

❝ will you love me even more when i’m dead? ❞

❝ you didn’t show up. i kept waiting. ❞

❝ i swallowed crushed ice pretending it was glass and you’re dead. ❞

❝ i don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back. ❞

❝ you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that. i had a dream where you said that. thanks for saying that. you weren’t supposed to. ❞

❝ hello darling, welcome home. ❞

❝ please keep him safe. ❞

❝ i just don’t want to die anymore. ❞

❝ you want to die for love, you always have. ❞

❝ you didn’t think you’d feel this way. ❞

❝ you saved my life. i owe you, i owe you everything. ❞

❝ please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up. ❞

❝ you’re all i ever wanted and worth dying for, too. ❞

❝ drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. ______, make something happen. ❞

❝ we are not dirty. ❞

❝ you keep singing along to that song i hate. stop singing. ❞

❝ here is the sink to wash away the blood. ❞

❝ this is not harmless. you are not breathing. ❞

❝ i will come back from the dead for you. ❞

#⍣ in power rest the righteous. | meme

bellusavarus-blog

❝ the roles have been cast, and it is time for i, n e r o, to take center stage! please, hold your applause, hold your praise - the show has only just begun! ❞

an independent nero claudius roleplay blog.

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#⍣ promo.#I GO ABSOLUTELY APESHIT #MISS NOVAAAAAAAAA

ramonameisel

“In every light lies horror, just as in every dark lies hope.”

— thoughts #126 | r.m

#⍣ to do what cowards could not. | words

i'll kill you, i'll kill you - not even worried about it

dearest… why must we fight? (pensive emoji)

#yori vc: remember when you cut off heads for me? let's go back to that!!#onislay #⍣ even in a world of gods and monsters i still remain top bitch | crack

soulsxmmoned

@onibind

oh. good. it’s the problem child of the Onmyoji.

onibind

❛ You mean the best one, I’m sure. ❜

#grailsxmmoned #yori vc: bite me old man!#⍣ even in a world of gods and monsters i still remain top bitch | crack

daitoku

onibind started following you

“Hello from the other siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide…”

onibind

❛ WHY IS MY REFLECTION SOMEONE IIII... DON’T KNOOOW? ❜

#daitoku #⍣ even in a world of gods and monsters i still remain top bitch | crack #yorimitsu vc: oh other me! what big tiddies you've got!#in all seriousness tho im a mega fate stan so CATCH me running to follow fate's take on yorimitsu as well! so different from onmyoji's #yet still a little familiar in a vaguely uncomfortable way

ONIKIRI. | onislay

THE DILIGENT STRUM of the koto had whisked Onikiri away from the subject at end between Yorimitsu and the officials as they sat there, only the thin paper screen separating the entry to the courtyard where just across the way his lord’s wife played before her attendants in her own confined room of the estate. He felt the ethereal notes pluck his heart higher and higher from his immortal coil until the sudden shift of fabric snapped the tsukumogami to attention - so quick was his reaction that not even a fly might have flown past him and beensafe from his cut.

In unison, he rose beside them, head bowed respectfully as the officials gave Yorimitsu an appropriate show of gratitude for giving him their time, limited as it was. No doubt Onikiri could sense the itching desire to move on to his next conquest just being in the same proximity; the never ending ambition, the thirst for his ultimate achievement: peace in the Heian-Kyo.

❝ and him, my lord ? Does this vassal of the Minamoto clan even know the bushido ? ❞

This made a bright eye lift sharply, the other closed tight as a seal, settling upon one heavy set kuge with his patchwork beard and mustache and criticizing stare. Yet the warrior’s lips remained pressed tight, poignantly and obediently so until Yorimitsu ushered them away from the room – the officials merely earning a curt but still respectful bow in farewell from Onikiri, then the casual rest of a hand on the hilt of his blade before they were gone.

❝ Master. ❞ He murmured upon his turned back, bowing low this time and letting his gaze drift from snow white hair to dark stained cherrywood, as he awaited his next order. The koto’s last note struck too high, off key.

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Yorimitsu’s face was smooth, but his tense shoulders spoke of a silent rage as he watched the officials exit.

His status was not one achieved through being lectured by idiot geezers day in and day out; there was not a soul in court who didn’t know this, much less his own estate.

They wished to speak to him of warrior values! Old men who had sat on their asses for their whole lives, doing nothing but wasting his time, speaking of the fine arts, quivering in the face of struggle and growing fat in their comfort. Spitting upon and cursing the very warrior values Yorimitsu’s family treasured. They bored him with their dull talk when in front of him and gossiped about him behind his back; he was no fool. He was being underestimated, time and time again. What did these men have besides their titles? What did they have that meant he was someone to be looked down upon? His father had their respect, but then—

His father. Yorimitsu wondered, at times, if his involvement in these matters was some form of rebuke at his father’s hands for all of Yorimitsu’s perceived failings. For not yet being the silver tongued hero the imperial court could flaunt and boast about in their trite poetry. For not yet being a politician built in his father’s image. A man of his twenties, already! The clock was ticking! Yes, yes, he could imagine! “When you get cut down in battle, leaving nothing behind for your clan’s legacy other than a few more men in their graves and an ink blot on paper, you will understand where your arrogance and being ‘too good’ for ‘dull talk’ leads. What you possess has been given to you, boy. There is no quality that you possess that your younger brother does not.”

And that was it, wasn’t it? Yorimitsu was making of himself a fine military leader, but in a game of backhanded compliments and pulled strings, he was eternally one step behind. Nothing but a Fujiwara attack dog and another puppet at his father’s disposal.

Yorimitsu existed on the edge of a blade. How many knew of this? Few, certainly, save for the very blade who stood beside him now.

❛ —Onikiri, ❜ he said at last. He did not look in the other’s direction, but there was an unmistakable shift in him, as if he had just remembered he wasn’t alone.

❛ You haven’t been bothered by their prattling, have you? ❜ A good natured poke from the mouth of anybody else, perhaps. But on Yorimitsu’s tongue, there was a concealed threat. If Onikiri gave their snide jab the time of day, he was acknowledging a failing on not only his part but his master’s, for having chosen a faulty retainer. It’d be as though Yorimitsu had expected to fight a battle with a dull blade; a failure of judgement. And if even his most useful of weapons thought they might have a point, if Onikiri’s own pride lost to any doubts he had of his master...

Yorimitsu smiled a dangerous smile.

#onislay #⍣ WITH UNRIVALED COURAGE. | main arc #yorimitsu pulling out a knife: think carefully bitch