NAV
Read Before
CANON MUSES
OCS
OPEN STARTERS
OTHER BLOGS:
HOPETURNED
LETSWALKOFTHECHESSBOARD
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Claire Keane
Keni
Monterey Bay Aquarium
almost home
macklin celebrini has autism

oozey mess
h
Cosimo Galluzzi

Kiana Khansmith
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
No title available
Doug Jones
KIROKAZE
One Nice Bug Per Day
taylor price
Fai_Ryy
official daine visual archive
No title available
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from Australia
seen from Poland

seen from Germany

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Italy

seen from United States

seen from India

seen from Türkiye
@shinobibound
NAV
Read Before
CANON MUSES
OCS
OPEN STARTERS
OTHER BLOGS:
HOPETURNED
LETSWALKOFTHECHESSBOARD
//gonna be on hiatus for a bit ^^
BLE: Mundane Mysteries
The human world was awash with rumors of the great stag. That was normal, yet the rise and fall of spiritual pressure had caught the attention of an old family. The Shinigami were far from average, still considered a Noble house of the Soul Society. Though their power was different, marking them close to what had come out as Vizards. The idea of a male with long flowing hair was not something that they would easily ignore, nor would they dispatch their progeny to investigate.
" Hollows are becoming less dull"
As the fabric between realities thinned and stretched, the sky rippled, permitting Jörmugandr to emerge from the depths of Hueco Mundo with relative ease.
Unbeknownst to him, his very presence caught the attention of a shinigami. Had Jörmugandr been aware of his rising fame amongst the spiritually attuned humans, he'd scoff at the very notion of fame.
Fame didn't fill the stomach; it only brought trouble to his doorstep. His form oscillates, twisting and coiling around another unfortunate hollow, a low-level one judging from its spiritual presence. Easy prey.
His ears pricked back, his head flickeringly raised. A voice? Revulsion floods his mouth, paired with a smattering of gore. It's enough to draw back, the deceased hollow falling down onto the ground as if it were a feather. Where?
There. Oh.
//Turns out it was a computer issue lol everything is resolved after I reset my pc
Karin sprays Sasuke with a water gun as retaliation from earlier.
"Thank you for your service..."
"Truly, you have bested me at every turn. Well done, Karin."
//trying to write in a heatwave is awful SDFFSDFDS not to mention I'm so rusty w. my writing rn
“do you believe in omens?” - for Deidara
strangers to the same sky starters (accepting!)
"I don't have time for omens, hn. If I had to check myself for every little thing, I'd go insane, yeah?"
"Besides, only idiots believe in that kinda bullshit, y'know?" What good did omens do in a world where he could create masterpieces that would explode for miles? He'd rather believe what he saw with his own two eyes and let his intuition shine further than any omen.
//helloooo!! Finalyl have time to write SDFSD//
im going to explode in the kiln
Beyond bankai form
“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ” - from Naruto to Sasuke
𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (accepting!)
There's no getting past you, is there?" For a dumbass like Naruto, he could be perceptive at the worst times. He isn't irritated, not yet at least. His telltale smirk lingered, even if it was a bit too thin.
"Don't you have something better to do?" The mission wasn't over, it wouldn't be for about another three months. Sasuke can't remember the last time he felt so drained. Training with Kakashi-sensei felt like a long time ago. Compared to this, he'd choose the three-bell exercise over again if it meant sleeping in his own bed. "Worry about the mission. I'm fine, Naruto."
OPEN STARTER
❝ ⸻ Gracious, what terrible fate befell you?. ❞
Eiji can only stare. His left eye strained, trying to locate the voice that addressed him so readily. A keening sound falls out, his shoulders tensed, emotions seem to flood through him: Fear. And something else.
When he finally speaks, it's hollow, thin, and weak. "Why did you come here?"
@/sssiii7610
"I would live for you" hits a lot harder than "I would die for you" imo. you're so important to me that I would pick myself up out of my grave for you. you give me a kind of hope that I thought I couldn't feel anymore. a future with you in it is a future I want to be there for. dying for you is easy, living for you is making the choice every day to get up and keep going
PSA: THIS BLOG SUPPORTS ALL ROLEPLAYERS, regardless of your formatting, editing style, or how polished your posts look. you don’t need fancy banners, gifs, or aesthetic dividers to be valid in this space. whether you’re new, returning, casual, or just figuring things out. this blog welcomes you.