Hello there. This is an RP blog for Toyosatomimi no Miko from Touhou Project. Please like or reblog if you are interested in interacting. “For the sake of those who admire me, I cannot lose.”
Hello there. This is an RP blog for various muses from Touhou Project. Please like or reblog if you are interested in interacting. ... You want a real banner for this promo? Nah, you get this little slip of mail that used to come in CD singles in the UK in the 1990's.
“Can I get a Double Cheeseburger, small Fries, and… y’all got them new Jordans?”
“I hate it when I’m in the bed, and I drop the phone on my face. And then I pick it up I realize I accidentally texted Obama a death threat, and now I have to—wha? Hold up. Is that?”
“Open up, you piece of garbage, it’s the FBI.”
“You run, you dead. You and your friends, you’re dead. Your family, dead.”
[text] DONT ASK HIM ABOUT HIS NAME!!!
“I wanna be a brick wall when I grow up!”
“Bro, ain’t you that dude from the Internet?”
“She had to text you at nine in the morning, she couldn’t wait thirty more minutes to see you at your 9:30 class?”
“She threw the burger out my car… I didn’t think that she would go so far…”
“Yo, man, who gon’ buy me another burger, man?”
“You fool. I wasn’t even using a fraction of my efforts.”
“So run them degrees! Yeah! Don’t act like you ain’t gottem! Yo, give me all the degrees, all of them!”
“Every time I sit on my bed the sheets come off. EVERY TIME!”
“Yo, you ever leaving the house, and you look at one specific item, and you’re like ‘Yo, I’m not forgettin’ this! I need this!’ And then you walk STRAIGHT OUT THE DOOR without it! … WHAT THE HELL!”
[text] So whatcha tryna do today
“Number one! Do countdowns!”
“You started at one. You countin’ up, stupid.”
“Witness my true skills! You’ll never play another game again!”
“Oh, hell, no! From drinking water? You die from dr—you can die from drink… oh, my—”
i'm a sucker for that scene where one person is injured and alone and ends up knocking on another person's door in their hour of need, and i'm an even bigger sucker for the tending to the injuries and the quiet emotional content that follows, and i'm here to make it everyone else's problem! as always, to reverse the actions, just add "+ REVERSE" to the end!
from the injured.
" i didn't know where else to go... "
" whatever you've been told about me, whatever you've heard or seen or listened to... none of it's true. "
" at least i have you to look after me, eh? "
" would you believe me if i said i got all these injuries by slipping in the rain? "
" i'm sorry... i know this isn't what you signed up for. "
" you're the only one i can trust. "
" do you believe what they're saying about me? "
" aren't you going to say i told you so? "
" i am grateful, you know. for everything you've ever done for me... i notice. and i see you. and i've never thanked you properly before, so... thank you. "
" i know i must be the last person you expected to see tonight, but... i'm afraid i have nowhere else to turn to. "
" thank you for not asking questions. "
" i know you have no reason to believe me, much less to trust me, but... i promise you. i swear to you, i am being set up. "
" you know, you'd make a nice profit if you turned this place into a safehouse. "
" why are you helping me? "
" why the hell did you open your door for me if you're so angry at me?! "
to the injured.
" quickly, get in before anyone sees you... "
" you came to the right place. hurry, get in... "
" what the hell happened to you!? "
" are you going to tell me what happened to you tonight? "
" i assume that the rumors surrounding you are all false and unrelated to why you're bleeding out on my sofa? "
" do you honestly expect me to just forget about the past so i can bandage you up? "
" you don't need to thank me. you'd fix me up if i came to your door with this much trouble, too. "
" regardless of everything you've said and done in the past, there isn't a single part of me that wouldn't open the door when you're knocking on it. "
" we can talk in the morning. for now, you need to rest. "
" i found you unconscious on my doorstep. "
" oh, i get it. i can stitch you up and let you get blood all over my bed sheets until the cows come home, but heaven forbid i start to ask questions about why you're bleeding in the first place. "
" things must be really bad if you're trying to say i was your best chance at being helped. "
" don't be stupid. you're not going anywhere. come on, back into bed... "
" i called in sick. we have the whole day to figure out what your next moves are going to be. "
" good! you're awake. i was beginning to worry... "
" you're not allowed to die in my bedroom. the rumours would never stop... "
" perhaps we ought to let bygones be bygones. until i'm confident that you're not going to die on my sofa, that is. "
" it's a bit late to worry about dragging me into your mess, don't you think? "
" you know why i opened that door... "
ACTIONS.
[ BANDAGE ]: sender gently begins to bandage receiver's wounds.
[ BED ]: sender guides receiver into bed, tucking them in and taking a seat by their bedside.
[ FEVER ]: having noticed the receiver beginning to spike a fever, sender presses a cool cloth to their forehead to try and bring it down.
[ CLOTHES ]: after tending to the receiver's wounds, sender brings them fresh clean clothes to change into.
[ FOOD ]: after ensuring the receiver is safe and stable, sender brings them out a plate of food.
[ BATH ]: sender runs the recently-cared-for receiver a hot bath.
[ WAIT ]: aftering tending to the receiver's injuries, sender takes a seat across for them, and patiently waits for them to start explaining what happened.
[ CATCH ]: noticing the receiver beginning to collapse on their doorstep, sender hastily catches them and brings them inside.
[ KISS ]: sender, after being cared for by the receiver, breaks the tension that's been building since they walked through the door, and pulls them in for a kiss.
[ HOLD ]: having been bandaged and cared for by the receiver, sender unexpectedly reaches out to take their hand and hold it in a quiet, sincere gesture of gratitude.
literally letter threads are elite. that’s. that’s all the context we have here. also bc the language is obviously being changed slightly here. so, for clarification: the person receiving the meme, is the writer of the letter! the person SENDING the meme, is RECEIVING the letter! now. go write letters, u magnificent cupcakes, and DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!!! i will know, and i will hunt u down and curse ur potatoes to be soapy and bland and messy for all eternity.
[ LOVE ]: the writer begins the first of a series of love letters to the recipient.
[ SORRY ]: the writer delivers a letter of apology to the recipient.
[ LAST ]: a letter sent in the aftermath of the writer’s death.
[ TWIST ]: a letter sent in the aftermath of the writer’s alleged death, only to reveal that they are, in fact, still alive.
[ FINAL ]: a letter written in the aftermath of the recipient’s death, where the writer knows they’ll never get the chance to read it.
[ INITIATE ]: a letter written to the recipient in order to maintain communication between the two while the writer is far away from them.
[ FAREWELL ]: a letter written to say goodbye to the recipient, where the writer knows there’s an extremely high chance that they’ll never see each other again.
[ REVELATION ]: a letter written that reveals the truth about an event(s) that the writer believes the recipient may be misinformed about.
[ EXPLAIN ]: a letter that explains the reasoning behind choices that the writer has made in the past, which they would like to explain to the recipient.
[ BAD ]: a letter that delivers bad news to the recipient.
[ UPDATE ]: a letter that updates the recipient on the writer’s life, or certain on-going events that are happening in their life.
[ AFAR ]: a letter delivered by the writer from another country/city/planet/etc in order to reassure the recipient and let them know they’re okay. (not intended to be a back-and-forth, like [ INITIATE ] does).
[ HIDDEN ]: a letter written and delivered to the recipient in secret, for the recipient’s eyes only, as a result of information it contains, or because of the person who wrote it.
[ UNSENT ]: a letter written for the recipient, but which the writer ultimately never sends for reasons that the writer conceals, or may reveal within the letter itself.
[ MISTAKE ]: a letter which is sent to the recipient by mistake, and which may contain sensitive information about the recipient.
[ UNVEIL ]: a letter which reveals the truth about a plan that the writer previously and deliberately concealed from the recipient for their safety/well-being.
[ NEEDED ]: a letter that the writer wrote for the recipient after learning of their recent struggles in their personal life, and which contains uplifting words of encouragement, support and other things they feel they should hear to help them through.
[ PILLOW ]: a letter left neatly atop a pillow on the bed that the writer and recipient share, that is discovered by the recipient the following morning after the writer leaves the room/home.
[ FRIDGE ]: a letter attached to the fridge with magnets for the recipient to read in the kitchen.
[ KNOWN ]: a letter which the writer left in a place that only the writer and recipient know of, knowing that only the recipient would be able to find it first.
[ HELP ]: a letter written by the writer to the recipient, asking the recipient for help.
[ STOP ]: a letter written for the recipient which the writer intends to be their final letter to them, and which ultimately concludes all communications between the writer and recipient from that moment forth.
[ PAST ]: a letter which the writer wrote in the past, that reveals a piece of their backstory, that the reader finds and reads out of curiosity. (this could also be a letter written TO the receiver of the meme, or about them, or anything at all!)
okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )
[ HAIR ]: sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)
[ CLOSE ]: while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.
[ CHIN ]: as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.
[ THUMB ]: while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.
[ WOUND ]: upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.
[ INHALE ]: while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.
[ DANCE ]: when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.
[ BARE ]: as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.
[ SCAR ]: noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.
[ FOREHEAD ]: placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.
[ PALM ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.
[ LINGER ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.
[ BEHIND ]: upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.
[ WAIT ]: realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.
[ ARM ]: after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.
[ HOLD ]: while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.
[ PLAY ]: while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.
[ GUIDE ]: in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back
[ TOUCH ]: while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.
[ CUP ]: bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.
[ TUG ]: the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.
[ HUSH ]: while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.
"Byakuren, of course. She'll always be the first to come to mind. It's funny how her efforts to prevent my resurrection only served to expedite it. I owe her that, you may say. We've worked together on some occasions since, for we see past our differences now, especially in search of common goals."
Miko sighed out her nose. "I slipped into speaking like my old self then... that's one effect that Byakuren has on me. The other residents of the Myouren Temple don't care for me very much. That doesn't bother me. I don't have anything to gain from making friends with that lot."
Miko leafed through the pages, and one line caught her eye. "'Favor and grace are things that startle; High rank is, like one's body, a great trouble.'" She perked up. "Ah, you see? That doesn't sound right. I believe that what is meant is 'A great trouble is like one's body.' He goes on to say, 'When I no longer have a body, what trouble have I?' ..."
Miko chuckled. "So it was with me for a while. I wonder if you agree with that, though."
"Thank you," replied Miko with a bow. "I'll be as careful as I can be." Off to the aforementioned section. The tall bookshelves blended together but became more distinct up close.
"Patchouli must often be asked about how long it took to assemble such a collection." Miko noted all of the familiar and unfamiliar scripts on the spines of the books. In this section, there were massive and thin books alike. She picked out a rather heavy one at random. The front cover was bordered ornately, and in the center sat a circular arrangement of straight and curved strokes. The text inside appeared to be the result of taking this same script, flattening it into more familiar lines per page, and adding quick marks on top and bottom. "... I wonder what this could be..." She replaced it on the shelf and moved on. "... 'Buddha Country Language'?" That caught her eye. "What?"
Some of the text inside read,
Le Tao-te king, « Livre (king) de la Voie (Tao) et de la Vertu (Te) », est attribué à Lao-tseu. ...
"... isn't this Latin?" Finally, she came across what seemed to be a recent Japanese version of the book that she was looking for and leafed through it. "The way that can be spoken of / Is not the constant way; / The name that can be named / Is not the constant name."
"Sounds about right to me." Miko took the book with her and sat down near Patchouli, wondering if the answer to the natural question on her mind would be "yes." She remarked instead, "Thieves in black witch hats and red tokin, all two of them..." expecting to be corrected.
"I seldom have trouble with tengu. But yes, I do keep a number of different languages of the same book at times. Particularly when there are notable differences in translation and interpretation between the different versions. Latin works in particular are best read in their original language." She explained.
"Oh, you don't. I figured that they may. 'For research.'" They surely do research?
"You must know all of these languages then. That's very impressive. Perhaps I should try to learn some and broaden my horizons." Miko decided confidently to ask, "You've read Tao Te Ching, right?"
"Thank you," replied Miko with a bow. "I'll be as careful as I can be." Off to the aforementioned section. The tall bookshelves blended together but became more distinct up close.
"Patchouli must often be asked about how long it took to assemble such a collection." Miko noted all of the familiar and unfamiliar scripts on the spines of the books. In this section, there were massive and thin books alike. She picked out a rather heavy one at random. The front cover was bordered ornately, and in the center sat a circular arrangement of straight and curved strokes. The text inside appeared to be the result of taking this same script, flattening it into more familiar lines per page, and adding quick marks on top and bottom. "... I wonder what this could be..." She replaced it on the shelf and moved on. "... 'Buddha Country Language'?" That caught her eye. "What?"
Some of the text inside read,
Le Tao-te king, « Livre (king) de la Voie (Tao) et de la Vertu (Te) », est attribué à Lao-tseu. ...
"... isn't this Latin?" Finally, she came across what seemed to be a recent Japanese version of the book that she was looking for and leafed through it. "The way that can be spoken of / Is not the constant way; / The name that can be named / Is not the constant name."
"Sounds about right to me." Miko took the book with her and sat down near Patchouli, wondering if the answer to the natural question on her mind would be "yes." She remarked instead, "Thieves in black witch hats and red tokin, all two of them..." expecting to be corrected.
send “you need to stay in bed” for a starter where my muse is sick and yours is taking care of them. alternatively, send “you don’t have to do this for me” for the reverse.
"Even though I've already memorized the whole text, I felt compelled to take another look at a copy of Tao Te Ching. Perhaps you'll have the translation that I read many centuries ago? It would be interesting to see if anything has changed in subsequent translations." To think, I once called the world vain and illusory. That's embarrassing.
"With this soothing music that's playing, the mood seems perfect."
pixelskylines
2087
jbbartram-illu
yousharknotpass
gummygunk
areudirty
dededos
jacobvanloon
prguitarman
theartofmadeline
