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Ah, sorry for the absence again! ^^; I've been working on a few blogs. If anyone's wondering, i'll probably be on sinful-grin for the day. I wanna get back in to the Bleach fandom full force
Ah, sorry for the absence again! ^^; I've been working on a few blogs. If anyone's wondering, i'll probably be on sinful-grin for the day. I wanna get back in to the Bleach fandom full force
A mix of FoB lyrics off of different albums that can be used as starters
“Humor Me”
「— ❦」 Spending time with his father was one of the things Inojin loved doing most, however now they had a predicament. The two could not decide on what to do! Both having a day off, with no training planned and no tasks that needed completion, they had done everything from buying groceries while mother was at work, to visiting family friends and even playing cards and teaching the young Yamanaka how to pay attention to details when painting. But what was there to do now? A breath escapes the blond, arms crossed. His father sat across from him, digits tapping the oak table between them in a bored manner. What is there to do…? Suddenly Inojin jolts up from his slumped position, startling the painter. The boy adopts a wide grin, teal pearls glinting as he looks towards Sai. “I have an idea…” Later that evening, Ino saunters into the living room to find her husband playing the banjo, while her son dances around with a mop.
Fabric? Check. Yarn? Check. New needles? Check. Well, that's everything Ma asked for. Taking the supplies, the tall young man carries them on a single shoulder, shoving a large hand into the the depths of his pocket. Trying to distract himself from the cold, he reaches for a set of headphones. That is, until someone decides to bump into him
❝ … The hell? Watch it y'punk. ❞
He gives an intimidating glare … huh? They didn't run this time; only sneered. Then he realized it. The things he'd bought had been strewn about on the ground at the rough contact, and if there's one thing you don't do, it's mess with Kanji Tatsumi's fuckin' sewing supplies.
*Struts on passed him, 'accidentally' dropping a ஜ.*
Oh, dear. Now that got him embarrassed. The (now, rather flustered) shinobi turns his head downward. How does one respond to this? A rejection would be harsh … and being honest, something inside of him doesn't want to turn it down. He's inexperienced. Nervous.
❝ … O-oh, um … ❞
… A very intelligent response, Sai. Way to go.
Submitted by anonymous
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They say it takes months to plan your first tattoo
and seconds to plan your second one.
Muse A is a successful tattoo artist and piercer at a small shop. Muse B enters the shop, hoping to get something meaningful and personal as a tattoo. Muse A is introduced as their tattoo artist, and Muse B is taken aback. They’d never been attracted to people with tattoos before, but they find Muse A to be breathtaking. Muse A talks with them about their tattoo, and Muse B shares the deep meaning behind it, prompting Muse A to explain their own struggles, telling one or two of the stories about their own tattoos. As they talk, and as Muse A draws up Muse B's design, they begin to form a bond, which only grows stronger as Muse A comforts Muse B, who gets nervous when they begin preparing the needle. Muse B might have gotten cold feet, if they hadn’t been so set on impressing Muse A, who talks them through the process and promises the pain will be worth it. When the tattoo is finished, Muse B is ecstatic, pleased with the design and the shading, it looks better than they ever could have dreamed. They leave the shop satisfied, but only with their tattoo, and they find themselves back in the shop shortly after, ready for a second tattoo, and specifically requesting Muse A. Muse A begins regularly tattooing Muse B, and while Muse B is no longer afraid of the needle, they’re too shy to say outright how they feel. Little by little, they begin to drop hints about their intentions, which Muse A picks up, but Muse A plans on keeping the relationship strictly professional, despite the fact that they, too, are developing feelings for their canvas. They begin taking longer to do the tattoos, staying after hours in the shop to work on Muse B as single tattoos become sleeves, and small crushes become love. What will run out first, Muse A's professionalism or Muse B's unmarked skin?