I like to ask my followers who have multi muse blogs, out of all your muses new and old, which one or ones (top three) are you most musing? Have the most inspiration for?
sorry! been ass with getting on tumblr as of late (lack of motivation than actually being busy), i'm more active on discord for ooc stuff as per usual but in no particular order:
arthur fleck: the new trailer for the movie this year really did relight the flame within me to eventually get some interactions for him again
zaraki kenpachi: ever since late last year, i've been obsessed with bleach and him as a character. big strong guy with an inclination to fight the strongest guy in the room, win or lose.
jeon hyekyung: shes honestly been such a delight to write ever since i made her. snarky, blunt, and fun
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JOAQUIN PHOENIX as ARTHUR FLECK
Joker: Folie à Deux (2024)
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM NEVER GOING TO RECOVER FROM THIS
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★ 【穣】 「 卯ノ花 / Unohana 」 ☆
✔ republished w/permission
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how long has it been since they've known each other? how long since she was taken away from him? he lost count. it was all too much thinking for him. too much time spent wondering what he could've done differently in the past to prevent it from ever happening. zaraki glared over at yachiru when she tugged at his sleeve. "how long were you waiting to tell me? instead, you left and scared me to think some punk got the better of you. well, i've had my fun. i need you back to the way things were." there was no point in hiding his intentions. "i don't like this feeling anymore. if i had known, i wouldn't have sealed you back to the sword." even if it would've cost his life. but she saved him and he felt the need to repay it on his own behalf. without her, there was no true place to call home. everything around him now became a reminder of how things used to be.
in truth, he only truly accepted the invitation to join as a captain because of her. he wanted a place she could call home, something he never had. a place to not worry about, but he knew at a certain point he didn't need to worry, she wasn't the one needing protection, but others around her. his hand lifted to hold her shoulder before picking her up to let her sit on his shoulder. "I'll find a way to free you." zaraki looked over his shoulder. "whatever it takes. i don't need anyone, except you."
"Aw now that's not the Kenny I know!" A bright smile was on the face of the young one as she sat there looking up at him. "I've always been watching you, and you've been watching me!" Her hand reached forward and started to tug on his sleeve, "and the Kenny I know wouldn't feel like this! Of course, you belong here! Stop being silly!"
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plot: i don't have his bio up (I'm lazy) but andreas is going through a bit of a mid-life crisis after losing his son and he's looking for ways to escape from the pain instead of reconciling with it. maybe along the way, he finds someone, that he can bond, over losing someone
was socializing supposed to even make him happy? make him forget a pain he wished was never brought upon him? people drink their sorrows away, but no matter how much he smiled. andreas still felt it. a labor of love that clung to his heart tightly, but he tried his hardest to keep a smile with them. a smile that was filled with melancholy. even with the music, in the club, hammering through the walls. it felt quiet away from the crowd. "I'm so out of place here," he exclaims with a weak laugh. "i don't know what I'm even doing anymore," his eyes swelled and it wasn't from the heavy smoke that was inside the club, like some ozone layer within these walls. "but I'm here."
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clutching the satchel from the floor and strapping it around his body before finally turning to look back to see who it was, but the voice was already more than enough for him to know. "i am not going to wait. when they need me, i'll come." if he's still alive, that is. the old regime refused to teach him, they feared what true strength could hold. he was a threat, a risk under the eyes of central 46. under kyoraku, he was shown just how strong he could be from one simple training session, he learned more about himself within that one session. it cost the life of someone he deeply admired. "you can take care of yourself without me. i know you can." kenpachi looked down at his shihakusho. even if it was just clothes, something that mattered far too little in battle when raw prowess was the true teller of power, he felt naked without the white haori. but it felt right to do. zaraki didn't want to continue to be the captain, if he was absent from duty.
loud steps from his sandals against the floor as he walks to lyn. "i'm going to hell to find captain unohana and i will save her. the gates to hell are forbidden to be opened here so I'll find another way to get into hell. shinigamis aren't supposed to meddle in hell's affairs, but i have matters to attend."
"i will kill you. if you get in my way, okinaha." he wasn't looking for trouble, but he would never hide his true intentions from anyone.
"I just came in, actually, you look a bit down." She crossed her arms and leaned her hip against the door frame, "Why would you say something like that? There's always gonna be some bigger fish to fight, plus… you're our captain! You've got the best squad here, we're sort of like a family." A family she couldn't even show her true feelings toward, but still, she trusted them.
"Something on your mind? I might be your fourth seat, but you can tell me anything." Though she wasn't very great at giving advice even if she had been in the squad when the 9th and 10th Kenpachis were active captains. This woman had more than enough time to learn from those two and her own father.
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im praying. i got scraped the last summer vacation banner lol
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it was the shinigami's job to protect all of the soul society, and they were doing an awful job against such a strong opponent. the very least the head captain did was protect the remaining men and women on the line. to give them a second chance. their lives weren't to be wasted on mere foot soldiers when the battle's outcome seemed bleak for the shinigami. just as he watched the footsoldiers flea back into he shadows, "return back to your command points and await further orders from your captains!" shunsui shouted, while the explosions could still be heard in the distance. the spiritual pressure was wavering, that was not a good sign. he needed to protect as many people, but something felt off in the air.
was the onslaught truly not over? his arms lowered, hilts tightly clutched in his palms as he lifted his gaze to the broken hole through the membrane of the shield that surrounded sereitei. why wasn't the quincy king ascending to the palace? the air felt cold, the battlefield grew quiet. this unnerving feeling grew along the spine of the head captain as he shifted on his heel to look around.
what was this unnerving feeling he felt? like something terribly wrong was going to happen? was it a miscalculation?
All good things come to those who know how to wait. War was a messy little thing, truly and he had no wish for one that dragged on and would become a little bit costly. Everyone who stands against him was marked for death anyway, there was no such way to avoid what was coming for them, none at all. It was there fate, they made their choice and now they had to live with it. Soul society was left standing, barely. One glance around would show you, how they have truly become weak with the centuries that have come and gone. A thousand years he has rested and waited and now he has shown him, with his return he will correct the mistakes he had made before, those who had stood before him in the first war, he has removed them and with them being removed, killed for there crimes, all knowledge of him, all wisdom of his abilities, all hope and power as well that they held, he had so simply burned it all away as if it was nothing.
“Prepare everyone for what comes next.”
That was his command, this retreat was done to gather his forces, to count for those who had perished, those who have fallen, where not worthy enough to mourn, no tears for the weak, no crying for the fallen, they died for the cause, they died and there power came back to him and he has already shared it with the others, once more showing them all, that soul society had no idea what he was and how could they even hope to defeat him, when he was endless, he was everything, he was everyone, his power was the end of all things and it would be what grants him entry. They have hidden it well, they have secured it as best as they can, they had done their part, those of soul society who are willing to lay there life down on the line for the royal palace and the one who waits within, they can do what they want, make their stand.
It was all pointless in the end.
“I want everyone ready.”
Everything, he was going to throw everything he had at them, end as many of them as he can, defeat them all once and for all and he will reach the palace and take the power that belongs to him and him alone and once he has it, it will be like snapping his fingers, he will merge all worlds into one world, he will stop this nonsense once and for all and life and death, will be within his own hands, to be used as he wishes, done with as he pleased, ensure that he will be the new god of the perfect world that he has made for himself and those who stand with him, will get the chance to see it for themselves and those who stand against him, will not see it, he will merely erase them, the first being this pitiful little head captain that thinks .. he can stop him.
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