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[disrealities]

Jiraikei system names. ー requested by 🪼!

Landmine (girls) , Self destructing (girls) , Unstable mentalities , Unhealthy habits , Touchy subjects , (Girls) with scars , Manic tendencies , Compulsive urges , Apathetic (girls) , Passive aggressions , Despair - filled (girls) , Cynical minds , Mistrusting (girls) , Hate filled (girls) , Resentful lovers , I don't know what i'm doing, i'm sorry :,)

(girls) can be replaced with any word! (like system, collective, etc!)!

[pt. Jiraikei system names. requested by jellyfish emoji anon!

Landmine girls. Self destructing (girls). Unstable mentalities. Unhealthy habits.Touchy subjects. Girls with scars. Manic tendencies. Compulsive urges. Apathetic girls. Passive aggressions. Despair-filled girls. Cynical minds. Mistrusting girls. Hate filled girls. Resentful lovers. I don't know what i'm doing, i'm sorry :,)

"girls" can be replaced with any word! (like system, collective, etc!)! .pt end]

#cw implied sh #cw sh mention #I don't know much about this subculture #i'm sorry if these aren't very good... #„ absolutions ✝︎ #did system #dissociative system #osdd system #plural system #sysblr #system stuff #system coining #system flag

[pearlkeep]

PLEASE I'VE BEEN CACKLING SINCE MY LUNCH BREAK

#// he's about to get bullied SO BAD fr fr #// smh already #// i'll answer it ermmmm tomorrow bc i have to get ready for show EFRGTHY #dust ✝ ┅ ◟not on the list◝

[cldhrbour]

[ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. - @recitedemise

the elevator SHUDDERS to a halt. gates opening with a screech. the only sounds that broke an otherwise agonizingly quiet ride from grymforge to. . . well wherever the hells this was taking them. their friends begin to file out of the small space , and as serana begins to follow suit she feels a hand reach out and clasp to her own. keeping her from moving. a silent beg. please. talk to me. i did it for you. i only ever did all of this for you. and when she looks back , those eyes like fire gazing into warm pools ( they remind her of chocolate or more appropriately the polished wood of a walnut bookcase lit in ambient firelight ) for the first time in a couple days her resolve cracks. just enough. just enough for him to pull her in ; he waves the party to keep going , that they'd catch up , and he keeps her here by encompassing pale fingers within his own.

she refuses to look down at them , no she's holding his gaze. because all it is , is proof. veins black with tar. tips of his fingers darkened and she knows it's only worsened over the hours. ( a battle with some spawn sent by harkon had ensued on the way here and she watched him so closely. would purposefully cast before he could. still without a word spoken to him. ) he'd notice by bringing her close that there was a significant change in temperature. he'd see , even in the dark that now surrounded them as they neared the shadowed lands , the pale stone sitting pretty in the gentle dip between her collar bones. THIS. CURSED. THING.

you've battled with yourself these past few days. you've wanted to RIP IT OFF and throw it into the molten fires of the forge because maybe , by the blood just maybe the fates would be kind enough to pull the weave from between it's melting molecules and give it back. drip a few measly droplets back into his well. but you can't , can you ?? because if that doesn't work you've wasted what he's given up and you could never do that because you ───

he sings songs of apologies. waxes on about how lonely the past couple of nights were without her there. they're pretty words. if he were a bard , they'd tug sweetly at her heartstrings. " gale , please. . . " how could he not understand ?? this isn't what she wanted. as gracious as the gesture was , as they all had been , if she'd known the cost she'd never ─── " it was never about what it was. . . gale. it was about what it meant. maybe to you it was a kind gift to a friend ─── " something done to show how much you care about someone , how much you listen. " ─── but to me. . . now all i can think of is the LOSS tied to it. "

a hand pulls from his grip , gently and delicately , reaches up to cup the cheek of her sallow-skinned wizard. he's fading , there's hardly any light behind his eyes anymore and your heart so full wails inside. " i don't want . . . gods gale i would have NEVER asked for a trinket to keep me warm , nor a spell to see myself again , nor any other moment you've given me if i knew it was at the cost of you. it's a price i'd never pay. " and you took that choice from me. ever since the night. that one. where they traded the most delicate ice lace. when her hands pressed the dirts of coldharbour into his. it wasn't about the magic. it never was. no , this was about two souls lonely and desperate for someone to understand. two people who only knew value of what others wanted from them. two wielders of magic , no matter its source , just sharing a moment together. falling.

silence again. they hold to each other , fingers grasping tightly. ( she'd press kisses to each one if she could , how she was desperate to take the pain away. to give him back that which he holds most dear. ) here she feels a moment in the space between them , a flicker as if the weave were finally giving out. her forehead presses against his , thumb running along the dark shadows beneath his eye , trailing down the delicate lines and she wonders if she'll ever see them grow brilliantly purple again. lips whispers away from each other. his name echoes around them. breaking the tension. like the snap of a piano wire. were they to take a couple steps and peer out of the elevator they'd see their friends. and in the dark , in between the small semi-circle the group had made ─────

───── there stood a rather elderly man giving the most gentle wave.

#hi here's my dissertation about yearning and loss #because you better believe once we get there in our thread once she knows what he's done she's SHUTTING DOWN #and oh she doesn't want to #but how do you keep going on as normal knowing that your friend is draining his well for you? #she's going through a lot she's feeling a lot of things and i bet the few days it takes to get from where our thread is #to the underdark #she's just not looking not speaking #and oh no here's maybe their chance back to normalcy????? #yet they have no clue it's about to be out of the frying pan and into the fire #oops just angst hi i need to lay down now #✝︎ . ⌜ ic ⌟ . 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬. #✝︎ . ⌜ high fantasy ⌟ . 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠. #✝︎ . ⌜ dyn. - recitedemise ⌟ . 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞. #✝︎ . ⌜ memes ⌟ . 𝐨𝐡 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. #recitedemise

[spotsupstuff]

really really wanna draw illustrations with the murals of the Sins but with the Anemoi- inspired by the fact that i've had the rw karma wiki opened for over a month now n i noticed only two weeks ago or so the last mural is refered to as "self preservation" (i did NOT actually call Mission Self-preservation like that cuz of this, i literally just translated slovak to english -lies down on the ground-) n i thot "aw shit, i GOTTA do smth with Zephyr there with that"

n then i thot about Boreas and his karma 1 bullshit n decided that i gotta do 'em all now

so anyway isn't it wild how close the name Euros is to Eros aka the god of love and sex cuz i think that's pretty wild. it bit me just today and i'm upset about it. my subconsciousness is doing more connect 4 type worldbuilding than i do so consciously i swear

#Spot says stuff #rw #gog fuckin dang it i Gotta draw suggestive/inappropriate thing with Euros for the second karma. n then POST it cuz its a SET we do not- #-break up a SET. that is more unholy than the seggsing #i aint got an issue with that ive drawn him bein slutty enough times already. but i am worried about tumblr snipin me ngl #-puts hand on tumblrs shoulder- its for a fictional religion please i swear. understand. amen christ holy divinity ✝🙏 that kinda stuff #anyway haboob is the third karma and notos is the fourth one. mostly cuz of the mouth. im sorry notos

[petitprincekiryu]

what’s this... the 6th update??? 

— to simply summarize; I’ve been getting finances and my new home stuff done throughout this week. I did manage to accomplish a lot but, boy, I still have many things to do still. Home fixes/renovations, etc. so if you’d like to chat thru IMs I should be available c: until I can get a good schedule that’s not so out of whack as it is rn 

#( ooc. )┊✝ 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝑜𝒻𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 -- ʀᴇᴊᴏɪᴄɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴍᴀʀᴋꜱ ;; #( not accepting new discord invites tho #only bc I'm kinda overwhelmed #;n; #when I find the time to sweep over there I'll think about #accepting a few more #maybe ) #deletelater

[traightor]

playing cu1t of the lam8 has me all kinds of fucked up i have so many ideas for a new oc that i am rotating in my head

#have so many thoughts about a cult leader oc #ppl are welcome to message me if they're interested in my thoughts / want in on the train #001. ━━ ✝ ⮞ please stop listening to snakes on a plane. / out.

[devilisln-moved]

∀

Naughty Little Meme Your muse’s favorite position?

Okay, so positions boil more down to mutual pleasure than the aesthetics of it all. As a general rule riding no matter who's doing it is always a winner (although when he's doing it, he will play to the fact that his partner is probably watching and gives a good show. At least in his head he is, and he's not heard a complaint yes).

#✝ | are you or have you a problem? (ask answered) #Anonymous #like I don't know i could go on about my thoughts about Matt and sex #but i'm very um...frank

[hydro-idol]

DON'T STAY OUT IN THE RAIN FOR TOO LONG, YOU'LL CATCH A COLD!

Hello i'm the deaconess of the Church of Favonious, i'm here to help!

Welcome to hydro-idol, my genshin impact ask & rp blog for the shining idol! Before interacting check my ~

RULES

-No NSFW (Barbara and the mod are minors)

-Mod is not always on the mood to answer so sorry for any late responses :cc

-DNI pedos, transphobic/homophobic, racist, xenophobic, racist ,shotacons/lolicons,etc.

CANONS AND HEADCANONS

-Barbara likes spicy foods (c)

-She spends a lot of time with Klee [hc]

-She retreats to Wolvendom to escape fans (s-c)

-Enjoys cooking [hc]

-Enjoys fashion from other regions (Fontaine, Snezhnaya, etc) [hc]

We had a great day today! Get some rest.

TAGS

♬ Let the show begin! :: roleplays!

🎼 This is the kind of surprise I could sing about. :: asks!

✝ Ready steady go! :: mod post

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OTHER BLOGS @ask-yunjin @ask-klee

#♬ Let the show begin! :: roleplays! #🎼 This is the kind of surprise I could sing about. :: asks! #✝ Ready steady go! :: mod post #genshin ask blog #teyvatrp #genshin impact #barbara genshin impact

[alwayshorrible]

99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver

All it took was one trip to that isolated little cabin and Illinois knew he could find his way back again. Usually he waited to accompany Murdock there, but in a pinch he could get there and get inside. The tiny crow Slasher screeches at him in greeting, usually. It’s altogether as domestic as a roaming adventurer could ever hope for.

Aside from one missing piece, which he means to fix tonight.

When Murdock comes home - from an errand, not from murder - there’s a candle in the window. Opening the door revealed several more on his table, along with a lavish dinner. Dishes in the sink revealed this little cultural treat was cooked just for him rather than ordered in. Warm boeuf bourguignon with a freshly-opened wine, and some chocolate pastries for dessert. A record put on to play quietly in the background.

There’s no rush to the meal, casual conversation and the purposeful brush of hands. Illinois ensures they savor every last morsel, even as impatience sings in his veins like it is rarely ever allowed.

When Murdock polishes off the last of his wine, Illinois rises to hold out a hand. “ May I have this dance, monsieur? ” he asks, all drawling accent and doting eyes. He draws Murdock in close, an arm around him, and feels so… peaceful. Like this moment could spin out forever and he wouldn’t know the difference.

As the music drifts into silence, Illinois draws back, just a little. Before he can offer a witty quip, perhaps an invitation further into the cabin, Illinois drops to a knee, Murdock’s hand still clasped within one of his own.

“ Murdock. Never in a hundred years - a thousand lifetimes - did I think I’d find myself here. I thought I knew where my adventures would always take me. But somehow I spent weeks wandering this town without realizing that you were what I was called here for. You were what this little town held that I was meant to find. ”

Illinois reaches back with his free hand, and plucks a little, black box from one of his pockets.

“ We talked about how when I’d leave, I’d come back to visit you. But… I think I’d much rather us come back and visit. Murdock Morte Cross, I’m asking you. Would you go with me? On a brand new adventure? ” Dark eyes are dazzlingly bright in candlelight. “ Would you marry me? ”

It’s not unusual for the cabin to be dark when he gets home from doing whatever it is he does when he runs errands. He’s been used to doing the same thing for years — heading inside to put away his groceries, find something to eat, watch some tv, go to bed. That’s his plan for the night, just the same as usual.

What’s unusual is a candle in his window when he gets home.

He’s on high alert until he enters the cabin, and he relaxes at the sight in front of him. Instead of some cryptic message left by someone breaking into his house for whatever reason, he’s greeted by the smell of something absolutely delicious, Slasher hopping past him with what looks like a little circle of cut carrot in his beak, and, of course, the only person in the world who’d go to these kinds of lengths just for him.

Illinois Jones.

Murdock hangs his coat up and sits across from his lover, happily indulges in a delicious dinner and wine to pair. Something about this night feels off, and he’s not sure what it is. Maybe it’s just in the air. Is it an anniversary if some kind? Is it a birthday? Is it Illinois’ birthday? Is it his birthday? It’s not October yet, is it?

He finishes off his second glass of wine and happily joins Illinois in the middle of his living room. He rests his head against Illinois’ shoulder, and he’s practically about to fall asleep when he pulls away. He’s about to complain until his attention is tugged downwards. He’s confused for several long moments as Illinois kneels, and the gears in his head don’t start turning until he pulls a box out of his pocket, and everything clicks into place.

The world freezes for a moment.

It's panic, more than anything, that seizes him first, and he's not sure why. It's hard to tell what he's thinking behind those darkened lenses, so Illinois is blind to his internal struggle. He doesn't know why it's panic of all things.

But somehow I spent weeks wandering this town without realizing that you were what I was called here for. You were what this little town held that I was meant to find.

Illinois is a man who is drawn to treasure and adventure. It's in his nature just as much as it's in Murdock's nature to kill. He's travelled all over the world, the universe, even, to sate his Call. And yet, somehow, for some reason, Murdock is the treasure Illinois is looking for.

That alone is nearly enough to bring Murdock to his knees in front of him.

He grasps Illinois' hands like he's the only thing keeping him grounded, and the panic ebbs away as he opens his eyes (when did he close them?) and looks down at Illinois, staring up at him with nothing short of love. He's glad that it's dim in the cabin so that Illinois can't see the tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes.

So many treasures, and Illinois wants him.

"Yes," he says, and he swallows thickly, unable to help the smile that creeps up across his face. "God, yes."

#✝ — in character #✝ — pleasuretomeetme #save #(THE PROPOSAL #IT’S HEEEEEERE #LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS #IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOREVER

[engests]

        Luke’s guilt over Abigail's death fundamentally changes the way he interacts with people, he makes himself undesirable and meek in order for people to easily cut ties and move on from him. ultimately he thinks that his connection to hill house will eventually kill the people closest to him in order to continue its endless attempts at bringing him home. 

#. ・ ゜ HEADCANONS . ✝ . ⊹ #// i have thoughts and feelings #// lukes first friend outside of the family #// who actually shows interest in him #// believes him about the monster in the basement #// dies in front of him #// all bc he invited her over and told her hed protect her against the house #// im emo rn

[funbonded]

🖤⃝𓊈𒆜new friend 𒆜𓊉࿐ counted: What do you think he thinks of you

✟  Ƒ  Ƒ｡✟ ❝    Well,  OBVIOUSLY,  he’s  intimidated  by  me.  And  between  you  -  me;  I  think  he’s  OBSESSED  with  me.    ❞

#✝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄 . 𝐢𝐜 #𝙀𝙓𝙀𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀𝘿 . 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 #of course it's the other way around #no one must ever know of the fucked up obsessive shrine/collection of glamrock freddy stuff he keeps #he's not normal about him he takes their rivalry too seriously #or you know just takes it to unnormal levels

[pearlkeep]

"oh you are looking good / bareback in disgrace / and you are doing fine worshipping your lord / standing in his grace" im literally going feral

#dust ✝ ┅ ◟not on the list◝ #// SORRY i have. 🎺 brain ahahah 🥴 #// I HAVE NO EXCUSES. HUFF #// i have thoughts. so many thoughts. about LITERALLY just those four lines of lyric.

[cldhrbour]

[ GRIND ]:  sender  grinds  on  receivers  thigh. - @wolfbrawn

finding farkas after the short fight hadn't been hard and over time had become driven by near instinct for the undead woman. despite the distance the harkon-sent vampire spawn had made him chase , listening for the labored breathing of the beast amongst the now silent forest proved simple. one moment , he's alone , hot breath steaming against the cool , skyrim air , and the next serana is standing beside him , resting corpse-white fingers onto the broad plane of the were's head. " we're done. they're all dead. "

it's always a toss up on his state after shifting. some nights the adrenaline waned enough that the wolf was simply back to normal. a few nuzzles at her safety , a want for food , and enthusiasm to regale the latest events as if she hadn't been just around the bend. ( not that it mattered , she always listened with earnest patience. ) other nights , not so much. tonight , she supposed as he moved to hold her , to kiss her , was one of those. he's nothing short of hungry with need, the way pewter eyes regarded her a feast. their kissing devolved to all fever and teeth , fingers desperate for purchase 'pon skin. when the tree meets her backside , she's grateful , it was always better to have some semblance of stability. she knows what he wants. what he's looking for. and oh how she hates denying him.

" not just yet , pup." she must be deplorable in how she delights at the desperate moan those words elicit , that she hears right next to her ear as dull enamel tugs pointed tips , the tightened vice grip on her waist that she feels digging into plush flesh. not at the denial , no. that wasn't what she savored like a fine wine. it was what it meant. it was the way his entire hulking being was filled with the desire to worship and please , yet here he was , unable to find release. he needs her. needs this. what kind of lover would she be if she couldn't find another way. still pinned against the oak , pale fingers cradle his face , giving in to the storm once again when their mouths meet. " how badly do you need me ?? " the words are near swallowed between their devouring and she's met with another whine , more pressure from his body. he's begging her to feel that need. don't make him say it. and she does feel it. feels him hard against her thigh , overcome with the want for any friction. so she pushes back. treats him to what he wordlessly asks for. lets her leg rub between his and adjusts as he almost collapses against her , head dropping to her shoulder , hot breath cascading down her skin in waves. clued in , farkas cradles her against his chest , teeth gripping her neck as he begins to take advantage of her gift and rut.

" someday , poor thing , " serana croons into his ear as he works , threading dove-white fingers into the silk of his hair , doing her own part to meet his rhythm with her thigh. " just imagine how good it'll feel. " a feral whimper thunders against her shoulder in response. " so buttery and soft and you'll smell like me for days. " she's rewarded with another fervid whimper. a more desperate tempo. and heady panting mixed between it all. " is that what you want ?? do you want everyone to know you're mine ?? " her head twists , tongue lapping just beneath his ear to catch the sweat pooling there , relishing in the sting of his teeth as he stayed latched on to her , the soft panting that mixed with his breathy whines she almost thinks is better than the sex ever would be. all hunger and need. " good boy. . . keep going. you're mine. you're safe. you can come for me. " her tone sits low in her chest , warm and thick like honey. and it takes little else. once again serana's sandwiched hard between the rough of the oakwood and the dense muscle of his body that shudders against her upon release. this time she's prized with a deep , reverent groan that vibrates against her skin , that echoes their forest-tufted clearing , a grip from rough , calloused hands that's sure to leave momentary bruises on her waist , that ripped some of the bark behind her as he trembled above serana.

all because of how badly he wanted , no , NEEDED her.

farkas slackens against her , releasing her moon-kissed shoulder , the wind cold against the spittle that dribbled down her flesh leaving indents of his teeth and goosebumps in it's wake. once his breathing slows , serana's quick to embrace him , to lead him down onto the forest floor to rest , peppering sweat-stricken face with kisses , softly combing the hair from his face , anything to reward him for listening despite his condition. " i promise , one day we'll know each other fully , " crooning , their lips meet , feverish , a wax-seal on her promise. setting it into stone. " until then , i'll have you know you are quite beautiful like this. . . messy and needy. . . let's get you out of those breeches and cleaned up. "

#yknow #we all deserve a little softdomming tbh #and i'm not sorry about it #✝︎ . ⌜ ic ⌟ . 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬. #✝︎ . ⌜ memes ⌟ . 𝐨𝐡 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. #✝︎ . ⌜ high fantasy ⌟ . 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠. #wolfbrawn #usft

[divineslcyer]

Hot/Crazy Scale Test  

You are 100% hot, 56.67% crazy, which places you in the date zone.

Date Zone: People in the Date Zone are attractive, but they also tend to be quirky or strange. Introducing them to one’s friends and family is often a question of hit or miss and tends to come down to the level of craziness that exists in one’s own social circle to begin with. There is nothing wrong with forming a relationship with someone in the Date Zone. In fact, many Date Zoners tend to mature with age, often to the point of becoming marriage material. That being said, it is also possible for Date Zoners to never mature, or to grow even crazier, and thus slip into the Danger Zone. Therefore, one should pay close attention to whether the Hot or the Crazy seems to have the upper hand when dating someone from the Date Zone.

STOLEN FROM: @enrakumai

#well that.. actually sounds about right for mish #its a coin toss #but #she do be dating material shockingly lmao #✝ ⌈ General ⏌ ― misc #✝ ⌈ Character Study ⏌ ― isms

[petitprincekiryu]

...how long the days without you have felt.

#( ooc. )┊✝ 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝑜𝒻𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 -- ʀᴇᴊᴏɪᴄɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴍᴀʀᴋꜱ ;; #( I miss this place sm #it almost physically /hurts/ #dlkjgslkdjg #been working what feels like (3) jobs #my new full job #the usual inventory japan/goods #and helping out my mother #with a closing business #as a matter of fact... I'm currently typing standing up #bc I have nowhere to sit #my home is going through a renovation so to speak #about 80% done tho #so I'll hopefully be returning here v soon ! #just FYI #I've been thinking of you guys nonstop #hhHHh #cannot wait to return #even if it's a thread or two a week #(つω`｡) !!! ) #( update. ) #( delete later. )

[traightor]

" na minjun, is your little friend going to be joining us tonight? "    a little smile, a nod. the campfire doesn't ever warm the chill.   " scouting into the fog is dangerous. i want to be sure you're both okay. "   /    @idolpyre

#who is she talking about? no idea it is a mystery #002. ━━ ✝ ⮞ you make me do too much labor. / int. #203. ━━ ✝ ⮞ it's just not my year. / dbd. #idolpyre