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🥀Blood Drip Aesthetic Starters🥀

Tw: Blood, Violence, and EXTREME Gore.

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(🤕) My Muse’s head starts dripping blood down their face, neck, and back.

(👁) My Muse starts crying blood.

(👂) My Muse’s ears start bleeding.

(👃) My Muse’s nose starts gushing out blood.

(👄) My Muse starts gushing blood out of their mouth.

(🦷) My Muse’s teeth are falling out.

(👤) My Muse’s neck starts bleeding.

(🎲) My Muse’s shoulders starts bleeding.

(💪) My Muse’s arms are badly cut and are gushing out blood.

(🙏) My Muse’s elbows are busted.

(🖐) My Muse’s wrists start bleeding.

(✋) My Muse’s hands are dripping with blood.

(🖖) My Muse’s fingers are bleeding.

(🤜) My Muse’s knuckles are bruised up.

(♥️) My Muse’s chest starts bleeding, directly where their heart should be at.

(🦴) My Muse’s ribcage is broken.

(🍎) My Muse’s stomach is bruised up and scratched up.

(💃) My Muse’s waist is busted.

(🍑) My Muse’s butt was ‘beaten up’.

(🍗) My Muse’s thighs are bruised/scratched up.

(👣) My Muse’s kneecaps are busted.

(🦵) My Muse’s ankles are ripped open.

(🦶) My Muse’s feet are covered in blood.

Additional Body Parts

(🦏) My Muse’s horn(s) are broken or ripped.

(🐗) My Muse’s tusks were chipped or ripped off.

(🐦) My Muse’s feathers were plucked.

(🕊) My Muse’s wings are ripped apart.

(🐺) My Muse’s fur was ripped up.

(🐈) My Muse’s tail was cut or ripped apart.

(🐢) My Muse’s shell/scales were picked at/ripped off.

(🐠) My Muse’s fins were ripped apart.

(👐) My Muse’s other pair of arms/legs have been ripped apart.

Ishida: FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING!

He smiles as she gasps and squirms against him at the feel of his hand down her body.  She’s precious as she buries her face into his neck, and he leans his head over against her, warmth suffusing him, knowing that few things in the world get better than this, loving and being loved in return.  

She looks up at him as he asks the question, eyes wide at first, and then cheeks pinkening as she realizes what he actually means.  He’s probably the same, he knows, inexperienced but desiring and the novelty of asking for this first time spreading a matching blush across his cheeks.  If he’s honest, he knows that he will get permission, but he cannot imagine a world where he didn’t ask, as she deserves to only do whatever she’s comfortable with.

He nods, acknowledging her assent.  Then her hands move to his chest and he takes in a deep breath, taking in how good it feels.  He doesn’t with to push her, but he wants to make her comfortable as well.  “You can do the same with me if you like,”he says.  “But I understand if you’d rather just feel.”

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🔡- What’s their Discord Name(s)?

📳- Do they run their own server or simply participate in other people’s servers?

🔢- How many servers are they in?

👁‍🗨- Could they moderate in any servers?

🔆- How often would they use Discord?

👯- How many people have they added as friends? How many have they had to block?

💢- Would they get involved in server drama? How often?

🖌- Would they contribute art or writing to their servers or are they there to meme?

🆗- Would they RP on Discord?

❌- Could they ever get kicked or banned from a server? What for?

@heiligbogen

“Ten minutes, okay” 

Ryuken repeats the words, displaying his understanding then returns to the self imposed task of table laying. Items are removed from their resting places in the cabinet and arranged in a way that feels distantly familair to him; a remenant from a time when entertaining at home had seemed like a good idea and way to further his career. 

He straightens up with a grunt, eyeing his handiwork and noticing Uryuu still standing there, resigned to this fate and going nowhere. Ryuken wacthes back, folding his arms and not saying a word. He’s rolled up his shirt sleeves, lost the tie and jacket; a concious attempt to look less intimidating considering how their first unoffical, meeting went. It’s a concious effort to keep the evening atmosphere free and put their guest at ease. None of it, however, is for Uryuu’s benefit. 

His attetion stays on Uryuu, the silence between them beginning to fester the longer the remian silent. Not, Ryuken thinks, that’s there’s ever been any such thing as a comofrtable silence between him and this boy. He opens his mouth, searching for something to fill the void and coming up blank. A part of him thinks he should be telling his son not to be nervous or offering an anecdote or two to assure him these first meetings are no big deal. He has no such words however. He’s not even sure it’d be the truth if he knew what to say. He has no comparrative experience after all; how could he when the woman he’d married had served his parents for years? 

He swallows har then looks towards the kitchen, suffocating in the silence and his inability to fill it, when he hears a knock on the door. Just like that he’s back to himself; sharp, efficient, confident. A man who knows what needs to be done. He turns his head towards the sound then looks to Uryuu. 

“Well,” he says, his voice holding an edge of impatience “are you going to greet your guest?”

@powerthatrivalsgod​

Uryuu is sensitive to the tone in Ryuken’s voice, asking if he’ll greet his guest.

“Gladly,” he says with a dry voice.  

Truly, he’s overjoyed that Orihime has arrived. As awkward as some parts might be, he knows that he feels so much better with her by his side.  And maybe, just this once, he’ll be comfortable in his father’s presence, for the first time in years, with the woman that he loves seated at his side.

He walks to the door while keeping his cool. He doesn’t want to appear as overly eager to see Orihime as he feels, but truly he’s so relieved that she’s here. Opening the door, trying to appear rather nonchalant, he sees her there, holding a box, which he can only assume is some kind of sweet given his girlfriend’s tastes.  Her hair is a bit damp, and he doesn’t want her to feel cold so he quickly stands out of the way to let her in.

“Come in, please,” he says with a smile.  “Would you like a towel?  I didn’t know that it would be so wet today.  I can lend you an umbrella for getting back home if you like.” He looks at Ryuken.  “Or perhaps we can give you a ride home if its dark when you wish to go.”

He accepts the box from her and shuts the door behind them.  Right now, he wants nothing more than to hug her with how much better he feels with the sunshine of her presence, but he holds back.  After all, Ryuken is nearby, and he’s not exactly sure just how he feels about how much affection to show, given what his father walked in on earlier. But he balances the box in one hand, and takes Orihime’s hand in the other, drawing strength from it, and then approaches his father, stopping a few feet away.

He looks at Ryuken, eyes level.  “I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Orihime Inoue,” he says.  His eyes are softer as he looks back to Orihime.  “And this is my father, Ryuken Ishida.”

Orihime had been laying there wondering why she was awake, she had no reason to be. She was still perfectly happy laying next to him her eyes closed just listening to his breathing and lightly stroking his collarbone with her thumb. When his arm tightened around her and she felt him move she knew he had finally acknowledged both of their states of alertness.

There was mild fear that he would have her move off of him, she was comfortable and didn’t really want to leave bed but she would, if she had to. She pressed her lips together as he took her hand, stilling her gentle touches she had been enjoying. Slowly she opened her eyes, thanking which ever powers had reminded them to firmly close the blinds, leaving just the glow of the clock. She honestly didn’t care what time it was, but she was slightly curious. Since whens he was with him time seemed to move differently.

There was a soft gasp as that wandering hand of his moved to her side. She squirmed slightly against him at the tingling feeling it induced, pressing herself closer to his side and burying her face into the crook of his neck. Orihime was fully aware he was exploring there was no other intentions behind that innocent touch other than to just feel her.

Nibbling on her lip before she slowly lifted her head so she could see his face as he asked his question. She had to wonder why he was asking when he already was touching her, but her face started to take a pinkish hue when she realized he wanted more. Her heart seemed to speed up and her breathing felt tight, she was surprised that it wasn’t fear or nervousness, perhaps a little bit of the latter and excitement was what spurred it.

“N-no..” She paused taking a deep breath before letting her eyes move to his, “I don’t need more.. time. If you want to, Uryuu, you may.”

Carefully her hand move to his chest, her fingers splaying across the expanse while she thought of the possibilities. It was true she was excited that he wanted to do something so intimate with her, but she also worried about the outcome. They had already fumbled their way through their awakening of this type of relationship. She just hoped that she didn’t disappoint him.

He smiles as she gasps and squirms against him at the feel of his hand down her body.  She’s precious as she buries her face into his neck, and he leans his head over against her, warmth suffusing him, knowing that few things in the world get better than this, loving and being loved in return.  

She looks up at him as he asks the question, eyes wide at first, and then cheeks pinkening as she realizes what he actually means.  He’s probably the same, he knows, inexperienced but desiring and the novelty of asking for this first time spreading a matching blush across his cheeks.  If he’s honest, he knows that he will get permission, but he cannot imagine a world where he didn’t ask, as she deserves to only do whatever she’s comfortable with.

He nods, acknowledging her assent.  Then her hands move to his chest and he takes in a deep breath, taking in how good it feels.  He doesn’t with to push her, but he wants to make her comfortable as well.  “You can do the same with me if you like,”he says.  “But I understand if you’d rather just feel.”