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“You should arrest them instead. Beat them in their own game.”
“Ootono... don’tcha think that’s too much of a pain in the ass?”

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tenjima replied to your post:
“You should arrest them instead. Beat them in their own game.”
“Ootono... don’tcha think that’s too much of a pain in the ass?”

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@tenjima said (inbox): injuries meme; no longer accepting
“That looks infected…”
QUICK WAS HE TO hide painful wound from the Demon King’s ever present gaze, his eyes sharp and suspicious as if he expected them to say more in regards to it. ❝It is nothing you need concern yourself with. It is not as painful or as bad as it appears.❞ A lie – a terrible one, really. It was clear to any who paid attention that it hurt. There was a bead a sweat that collected upon his temple, jaw set tight as if he was struggling to keep himself from giving even the slightest grimace when he moved… All the signs were there and no easy to hide from those used to battle, blood, and death. ❝Do not tell me that you are worried for my well-being? How surprising from you.❞ Honestly, it was hard to tell what went through this Nobunaga’s mind. They were…different from their younger self (?) – more like the dangerous daimyo history painted them as (the dangerous daimyo that they were).
( 2 ) are there any tropes that pull you in or that you realize are reoccurring in your muses?
munday muse ask meme !!
i love writing:
spooky bullshit
inhuman individuals loosely pretending to be human
men with depression
men with depression who i can try to write a better character arc for where they get better and deal with their issues
dads, or people who are fueled by their love for their allies
people who are loyal to a fault, to the point of self-destruction, to a particular idea or concept or person
gonna say spooky bullshit again bc goddamn do i love spooky bullshit
a lot of my favourite muses and my original fiction has to deal with the concepts of liminality, the idea of existing on a border between two states. usually this manifests as inhuman entities or half-human entities trying to figure out how to live among a humanity that can sense they don’t belong, or figuring how they want to place themselves. its not exactly just ‘fish out of water’, its specifically the aspect of being on a border between one thing or place and another, and the ability (or lack thereof) to step in between each side and how that affects both the self and how others perceive it. its why i like writing monsters a lot, because its the idea of someone who fluctuates between states, can make themselves more or less human and amenable to the ideas of humanity, through being forced to interact with people.
there’s also a lot of concepts, mostly in original fiction, of darkness as a comfort and lack of physical being as a form of taking shelter, which to me is from a lot of my own adventures in dealing with dysphoria and mental illness, but manifests often in my OC concepts and my spookier or more unwell muses, representing anxiety as a literal inability to hold one’s body together and darkness as a place of calm and protection. the most powerful deity in my original universe is the god of darkness, as they’re who holds the earth together and takes it upon themselves to protect and love its people. darkness being peoples Friend is very much a thing in my writing a lot of the time.
Whispers, seductively: "They're taking the hobbits to Isengard." :)
Blindfolded
“The who are taking what to where now?”
💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty
CHARACTER’S MEMORIES - open
UNBEARABLE.
That was the only word to truly describe how the past MONTHS were going, for all of Egypt.
This God, the Mesiah his brother so worshiped, had asked his own kin to approach him, and ask for freedom of the Israelites. To free the working class, whom as far as he could remember, had always worked under Egypt. To free them off their labors, when Ozymandias had so much he wished to construct with their aid. It was foolishness. Better yet, because of his denial- this God sent Plagues down upon them, to show the devastating power he so possessed. Plagues, that tormented every living being within Egypt. From the people, to the animals, to the vegetation. And although Ramesses ii had been a generous Pharaoh, there was only so much he could withstand.
At first, he had let the plagues run their course, and survived off the resources only readily available to the Pharaoh, and his closest servants and family. Ramesses, his wife and children, and most the servants of his temple were well taken care of throughout most of the plagues, to the best of his ability. They were all forced to drink the blood-turned water, as there was no other options- however, as livestock died, and lotus ate their vegetation, Ramesses had some that were spared, that he made sure his wife and children at least fed. Hearing the cries of his people as they starved, begging the Pharaoh for rations- yet he held most of his savings back, to keep for Nefertari and his babe.
He denied so many of his people, denied even himself, so that the loves of his life could survive. And it ached the Pharaoh. He may have been unjust to the Iraelites, but he was kind to his own. This… This forced him to turn on his people, and for that- he so chose to suffer with them. As his wife stayed behind, locked away to guard their children, Ramesses would remain in the public eye, showcasing his own ghastly appearance, to let the people know- their King suffered with them. Out of guilt for his people, and that at least kept him their respect.
As the Pharaoh starved through these plagues with his people, as boils and lotus and gnats ate away at their bodies and life- he remained a pillar of solidarity. He stuck through every plague until the very end- when the final plague struck, and his child…
He will never loose the guilt of those Plagues. For what pain he caused his people, and his Queen.

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“ it’s a bit difficult to follow along; i thought that this was going to be easy... ”
// @tenjima ❤ ‘d for a short starter !!
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In his mortal life, he didn’t know who he was, and in death, he was denied the same privilege. A light-hearted, carefree, full-throated laughter rings from his mouth, turned towards the ground, the Avenger laughs until his long slender figure sways and threatens to fall. ❝In conclusion, that means you’re not sure yourself, yea?❞ The other Avenger was amusing to speak to----Wei Wuxian did not understand why it was so difficult to admit to uncertainty. A question was a question, in his opinion. Perhaps it had something to do with pride. Upon their response, his interest peaked, as demonstrated in his actions, a finger rose to finger his chin.
❝I suppose it’s common etiquette to give you mine since I’ve asked yours. If you’re so interested, fine.❞ Eyes turning back up to meet with the demon king’s, he smiled, ❝No, I don’t know what I am myself, nor why I’m thrust into the Avenger class. I thought you might know since we seem to be from similar backgrounds, though I just realized that we’re the same.❞
A reasonable fear
Those damn boys: Bokuto, Kuroo, Oikawa, Tsukki, Ushijima, and Akaashi’s girlfriends are all scared that their boyfriend’s best friend will steal them. Because they will.