#dustlnd

[kosmophya-blog]

steve crane :/

HMMMMMMMMMMMM???????

is this a challenge

#listen #i was thinking luke but hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm #dustlnd

[skinnedlife]

“ robin! ” the scream’s almost a little too loud, as his head pops through the window, a smirk carefully set on his lips. “ we’re going to be late, and i swear to GOD if there’s a line when we get there i’m going to scream all the way until we get in. plus you’ll have to buy me cotton candy. ”

@dustlnd asked:  intimacy + 2, from robin! / accepting

#dustlnd #dustlnd; robin #writing this was a TRIP thank you

[suprnove]

A DUSTLAND FAIRYTALE .

↪ natalie cassadaga & romeo martin ( ft. @dustlnd​ )

#dustlnd #* r. martin relations / natalie. #* edits. #i really tried with this one lmao #i'll do one with arthur and matt but rn #i hope u like it???

[ripered]

camille has vivid memories of adam's scent - the nights they'd spend together, it used to be a welcome distraction from the heaviness of their souls. rich, like a maze of different trails she could never quite pinpoint - books (the ancient, dusty kind) & something cold like a forest, & then that sweetness - like fruit that's so ripe it's just a second away from rotting. it could be the most delicate of pleasures or it could nauseate her, how sweet it was. either way, impossible to get rid of.

what do you think my muse smells like ?

i’ve been trying to think of what to say here but i’m honestly speechless i have no words this is fucking phenomenal and terrifyingly accurate.......FUCK

#is it real or a fable / ooc answers. #like a fruit on a tree / about adam. #bandit stop fucking me up challenge #dustlnd

[bellespiriita]

he is quietly standing behind sine trees, he’d been following them but apparently he wasn’t the only one. he noticed her and his attention shifted from the creatures he was supposed to keep an eye on, to her. it didn’t seemed like a place for her to be at, it definitely wasn’t a safe one either.

perhaps it was a good thing they’d lost track of the creatures a while back, and it was just then that he decided to stand further into the light and speak up. “ they’re gone. ”

@dustlnd​ | sent ? for a starter

#dustlnd #i figured i would do it for robin soooo #hope this works hon #✧ | ❛ victor palmer: threads #dustlnd​: robin

[rowankingsleyy]

STATUS: closed LOCATION: the dustlands TAGGED: @dustlnds​

Rowan sighed, lifting the metal frames of her aviator sunglasses to a perch at her crown as she approached the curtained door of the dustlands, a perfectly packaged box of cupcakes nestled between her hip and her hand.  She needed this.  She needed her best friend, and the prospect of turning the words spinning that were so quickly in her head she couldn’t seem to reach out and grab them to put them in order into something pretty was all to appealing to the young brunette.  “Knock, knock..” She called out, not bothering to wait before walking through the beaded entrance, immediately stretching the hand holding the box of cupcakes out to the woman, her other hand supporting the other side as it moved.  “All new flavors.  Can I rattle off the stupid shit playing pin ball in my brain while you draw what comes to mind?  You can pick the spot.”  The green eyed beauty gave her friend the puppy dog face, head falling back into a pout as she offered Nat the cupcakes.  

#//mostly a joke she's not upset just tIRED #dustlnds #interactions. #closed starter

[axelxmartinez]

Starter for: @dustlnds​

Blue Hill Diner was a regular stop for Axel. He wasn’t a fan of cooking for himself and he wasn’t that great at it despite his mami’s attempts to teach him throughout his life. Little patience was likely to blame for it. This meant he frequented restaurants, bar and grills, or lived off ready made food that he could just grab and go. The diner was one of his favorite places, though. It was on his side of town, not far from his work or home. Food wasn’t bad and the prices were good. He’d even gotten to know the staff over the years, so he knew what cooks and servers were the best. When he got there he sat in Natalie’s section on purpose. He’d been meaning to hit her up for some more artwork and it was just as easy to catch her at work. 

“Mmm, ‘ey there sunshine, I was hopin’ to run into you.” He drawled with a smile as she approached the table. His eyes scanned her quick before he set down his menu and gave the woman his full attention. “See, I found this blank spot on my chest and I was thinkin’ you should fill it with somethin’.” A smile spread across his face while he stared at that pretty face of hers. Honestly, he enjoyed her company. Liked her art style, too. She really was like a ball of sunshine, shining light wherever she was. It was refreshing from most of the people he dealt with on a regular basis. At the same time, most of them he was resolving debts with or shaking them down for something else. “What are you up to after work?” He asked, an eyebrow raised and a sly smile playing on his lips.

#c: natalie cassadaga #natalie 01

[arcanebridge]

𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   :   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.

                   “ . . . . 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. ”

𝐈.   𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

             ARCANE BRIDGE is a post apocalyptic / cosmic horror group verse created to have fun and to meet new people. the verse is inspired by multiple media including annihilation, everybody’s gone to the rapture, the last of us, the leftovers, and avengers: endgame. it’s open to everyone who wants to join and with a goal to meet more writers and expand relationship dynamics among our muses. 

>> 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆.

𝐈𝐈.   𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.

Keep everything civil, please. Let’s be respectful and follow basic RP etiquettes. This was made to be a fun and safe space for roleplayers. Let’s try to keep it that way, please. 

This is pretty much open to everyone who wants to join. We encourage everyone to be inclusive and active. Although, of course, you are still welcome to determine your selectivity. Do what makes you comfortable!

If you want to participate, just reblog this post and make a post with the filled-out form below and tag it with v : arcane bridge. You can also tag me @kosmophy so I can see it.

If you have any questions or clarifications, you are very much welcome to send me an ask or message me via IM. 

Have fun!

𝐈𝐈𝐈.   𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌.

URL : 

MUN NAME : 

MUN AGE : 

MUSE NAME : 

MUSE AGE : 

FACECLAIM : 

AFFILIATION / OCCUPATION : 

BRIEF DESCRIPTION ( Where were they when the disappearance started happening? Did they lose someone dear to them? Maybe describe how they live now? NOTE: the verse is set about five years following the disappearances. )

𝐈𝐕.   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐒.

sterling lowell. ( @kosmophy )

oswin  azryel  konicek. ( @attendsdeath )

morgan a . christensen. ( @maelsong )

margaret medina. ( @dustlnd )

june capman. ( @bellespiriit )

#v : arcane bridge

[maelsonga]

   i’m not too happy about this , but after thinking about it i’ve begun to think this might be the best decision , for me , at this given time . the thing is , i love writing mo : i couldn’t live without it , she’s a part of me in more ways than i could describe . but the truth is , lately all i feel when i open this dashboard is miserable . everywhere i look are plots that were started only to fall into nowhere , people i talked to that i can’t talk to anymore , & things i wanna write but never manage to . it’s just sad , & depressing , & it’s making me nauseous about rp in general . but i love rping . i love writing . so i just need to take a break & figure out how to get over this . i know i put a little too much into rping , i know most of the time i can’t expect people to put just as much into it . but i can’t help the feeling that whatever i do , whatever i write , it’s never enough to make people truly interested.

   so the thing is this . mo’s blog will be on HIATUS for a while . meanwhile , i will STILL be writing morgan privately , on disco.rd , for anyone who might be truly interested in her & plotting with her . & i’ll also be on DUSTLND , & hopefully on its sister canon multi as soon as i make it . i think eventually i will move morgan on a new , “ clean “ blog , starting over & all that jazz . 

   so there ! i’m sorry if this feels like a bunch of whining ( it rly is tbh ) ! please feel free to unfollow since there won’t be much activity here in the coming weeks , at least until / if i remake the blog . either way , be safe & be kind to each other . love , bandit ♥

#i appear missing.mp3 / psa.

[suprnove]

dustlnd replied to your post:

NO.

well um . . . . . WHAT DID U EXPECT

#dustlnd #they deserve all the happiness in the world #but we will feed on this pain

[ripered]

cherry, from cam xo

nonverbal starters   /   accepting.

cherry    find blood on them.

        adam stirs, afraid and unhinged. he might have lost time, feeling as though he had just woken up from a deep sleep. he was sitting on his porch, staring out into the damp grass. it was always damp, moistened by the rain. he’d grown tired of the mugginess, as it had begun to make him feel stuck and like he was constantly dirty. he looks to his muddy shoes, now ruined from the wetness. he scrunches his nose at the sight, both embarrassed and sad.

he looks to the presence that makes itself present now, finding cam at his side felt like he’s been transported to the past. he pictures her face beside him lying between his sheets, glowing red and untamed like the world might burst at any second. he liked her then, he especially liked her now. she stared at his fingers which were covered in crimson red. he can’t recall the reasoning, it comes to hid mind in small pieces. adam’s as confused as her.

❛  shit.  ❜ he mumbles to himself, turning his hands over to examine them. he broke something. probably something wooden. adam had a proclivity to small violence lately. ones that he keeps to himself, to unleash a quiet beast that chews at his stomach from time to time looking for a fight. he sighs, feeling shaken up by everything and nothing. he looks to cam as if she had an answer. she never did, and possibly never will, he knows this. but maybe someday she might. he’s sad, terribly so. he wants to be close to her again. ❛  i broke something. probably my porch chair. it’s gone.  ❜ adam keeps his gaze on her, then back to his hands, then back to her. ❛  did you ever like me ?  ❜

#is it real or a fable / ic answers. #oh boy oh boy #dustlnd

[bellespiriita]

“It’s blood, yeah.” robin @ eli :/

RANDOM QUOTES | @dustlnd

it had caught his attention as soon as he got a glimpse of her, and he was way too familiarized with it to not have KNOWN what it was. still the confirmation didn’t made him feel any better. “ yeah--- i can tell. ” a soft sigh leaves eli’s lips as he takes a couple of steps closer and reaches for the small first aid kid he carries on his bag ( strange, but knowing his family, it was a VERY needed thing ). “ may i? ”

#✧ | ❛ eli helton: answered #dustlnd​: robin #this is sooo normal for him. the poor thing. give him two secs to see how bad it is #and freak the fuck out #dustlnd