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@amorous-monk​: *Gropes* <3

( *UNPROMPTED FOOLISHNESS; ) 

// @amorous-monk​:  *touches the poof*

mokomoko-sama stirs ever so faintly as touch falls upon him so. not to be mistaken for merely a piece of show to simply adorn his great lordship, this essence of pure white does curve about offending fingers if only to sate obvious curiosities before entrapping miroku’s wrist much like a fly that has wandered all too carelessly into the spider’s den. sesshomaru looks upon him, expression unchanged however inquiry is beget in stead of such careless whim.

does he not value his life?

「 ☾ 」— ❝ you would dare touch me without consideration of consequence? brave — or foolish. how inebriated are you tonight, monk? shall i keep your hand as recompense then~?  ❞

amorous-monk said: Happy fall

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「巫女」::                                                                               “Omygosh!! You too, Miroku-sama! The colors of the leaves on the trees are so pretty this time of year, don’t you think?”

Kaito had been resting on a high tree branch within the woods he claimed as his territory. These woods bordered a nearby village, which the humans tend to stay out of due to fear of the "evil demon who lives there."

White pointed ears perked on the top of his head that alerted him to the sound of footsteps approaching. The halfbreed perked a curious brow as he sat up, his ears swiveled to detect which direction the sound was coming from. 

Hopping down from the branch, he looked around cautiously to find who is trespassing in his woods. The sounds appeared to be coming from behind him, Kaito quickly turned to face the stranger, his white tail thrashing behind him. "Who's there?!"

@amorous-monk​ sent *Gently pets Rins head.*

( *MUN’S ASKS: RP EDITION. ) //&accepting!

// @amorous-monk​: 7, 9, 16, 23

7: what is the one trend you miss the most that’s no longer popular or seen as much as it was before?

positivity. def def def positivity. there’s not enough around anymore ( at least in the previous fandoms i’ve been in ) so it’d be a nice comeback.

9: how long have you been roleplaying?

on and off an easy 10+ years! it's been a wild ride but i still can't bring myself to cut it off as a hobby yet so here i am to ruin everything.

16:  what do you expect from others when they want to roleplay?

respect, honesty and god damn it; communication. it really is everything. we are all human beings behind a screen so be humble. and for god sakes don’t be a dick -- i will cut you down.

23: what’s the one thing you dislike about the roleplaying community on Tumblr?

besides the bouts of negativity i’ve seen over my years and the totally unwarranted anon hate it’d probably be the clique mindset. if you keep yourself closed you’re screwing the opportunity for new beginnings and friendships.

@amorous-monk​ - ♫

♫ ━ a small playlist for a muse of your choice

I mean, I can make one, it may just take me a second. But any of the openings and endings work for Inu. Give me a sec and I’ll come up with one on my spotify.

                    morals   pray   so   often   and   for   so   much   that   their   voices   often   blend   together   ,   no   matter   how   much   attention   she   pays   them.   they   are   a   medley   of   music   inside   her   head   ,   asking   for   what   every   creature   needs   to   thrive   :   love.   how   could   she   possibly   disappoint   ?   she   does   not   begrudge   them.   but   this   one   !   this   one   !   she   hears   his   voice   every   waking   moment.   it   haunts   her   dreams.   goddess   this   ,   goddess   that   ,   goddess   beauty   ,   goddess   children   ,   goddess    ---    she’s   going   to   lose   her   MIND   ! 

                    mortals   are   ,   unfortunately   ,   a    shallow   breed.   with   all   the   begging   he’d   done   ,   pucca   half   expected   him   to   be   conventionally   unattractive.   but   no   !   he’s   rather   pretty   :   dark   blue   eyes   peering   out   from   beneath   heavy   brows   ,   shimmering   golden   piercings   contrasting   in   the   well-kempt   knot   of   his   hair.   the   only   FAULT   she   can   think   of   ,   then   ,   is   his   personality.   while   he   thumbs   his   prayer   beads   ,   pucca   settles   onto   a   rock   before   him.   she   watches   for   a   moment   ,   trying   to   find   some   other   terrible   flaw   ,   before   she   makes   herself   visible.