#quake rp

[expvrgction]

Fall to the pain again Ash on the pyre

Call to the rage again Borne back to the fire

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ESTABLISHED ON AUGUST 3RD, 2021. ANIMATED PROMO BANNER BY @markershub. OLD PINNED POST

Semi-selctive. Interaction priority to mutuals, but non-mutuals are still welcome to interact!

Canon and fanmade characters under related media are headcanon-heavy and canon-divergent. AU and crossover friendly.

Blog is for audiences 18+. Dark topics WILL be tagged accordingly for you to blacklist. Please do not follow if you’re below the specified audience rating.

I follow back from the-world-spear!

Text RP for this blog is written using PC only. Paired with Xkit Rewritten.

Low activity by default.

RULES (ALT. LINK FOR MOBILE USERS) | CHARACTER LIST (ALT. LINK FOR MOBILE USERS) | PERMANENT STARTER CALL MASTERPOST | THREAD TRACKER (May be shared with other roleplay blogs I run)

#It is now safe to turn off your computer. (OOC) #Hear hear! (RP promo) #roleplay promo #rp promo #wolfenstein rp #doom rp #quake rp #madness combat rp #multimuse blog #(many things STILL need polishing but at least there's a new pinned post now)

[markthemannequin]

scutters at you

chitters and throws flowers at you

-🪲

T-Thank ya' kindly, bug feller!

#shaking and quaking in his boots #hes trying to get over his bugphobia #rp #rp blog #mannequin mark regretevator #regretevator #regretevator roblox #regretevator mannequin mark #mannequin mark #roblox regretevator #roblox #🪚.mmark

[deiscension]

Hello! Lisette with a multi-canon blog featuring Shi Qingxuan from Tian Guan Ci Fu / Heaven Official's Blessing as the main muse! This blog will be very low activity, but I'd love to expand the (very small) circle I have on this blog. If you'd be interested in joining the ever generous, ever fortunate, and ever beautiful Lady Wind Master on her many (mis)adventures, please ♡ or follow! Reblogs are also appreciated!

*Please be aware this blog is NOT spoiler free. I am not yet finished with reading TGCF in its entirety, but I am aware of and incorporate the entire storyline into my portrayals.

#▌ ◈ ooc ; ⌜ he fucking ascended again! ⌟ #stares at u with big wet eyes #i think im gonna try to use some tags here huhmm #tgcf rp #(quaking already) #xianxia rp #mo xiang tong xiu rp #i just want to let sqx flourish is that such a crime... (as denoted by bw arc yes it is)

[fourfuckinghorsemen]

greg, looking and GLITTER!!!!

How am I ever going to get rid of these sparkles. 😔

#Ask #Tua rp #Tua rp blog #Twilight vampires are quaking right now.

[wat3rpillar]

There’s always magic anons that could just screw you over and make him pregante with your kid regardless of science or facts. Maybe. Depends on if he can be affected by m!as.

" i look magic in the face and say ' fuck off ' , thanks ... "

#; .. talking to the waves 🌊 #kny rp #ask #anon ask #he is shaking quaking rn #terrified #do noT #GXJDFHS

[morethanweseem]

“Power bars are just adult candy bars.” Skye took a bite out of her snickers.

#marvel rp #more than a quake (skye) #Open RP #open roleplay #open starter

[escapedaudios]

Ok not to be r00d but I high key hate how in audios "submissive" is always used synonymously with shy/anxious/stuttering characters, often using child-like voices. You can be a submissive while being confident, mature, eloquent, etc. I just hate how every time I watch a video describing a submissive character I'm guaranteed to get the same exact generic quivering mess stock character.

Also, a lot of the shy characters described as submissive aren't actually submissive? It's false advertising and honestly I'm sick of the conflation. I want some manly and confident subs in the mix. It's not only possible to have that, but there's actually a lot of appeal in having a strong, competent character submit control as a voluntary power exchange. You don't need to raise your voice two octaves and stutter and quake and get jumpscared by your own shadow to play a sub.

I also kinda hate nervousness and anxiety as a defining character trait in an rp series involving romance or other close bonding. Once a shy person gets comfortable with someone all the nerves and anxious mistakes fade away, but if your character's whole gimmick is being nervous around the listener you lock them into this ridiculous position where they never seem to get comfortable with the listener. That's actually whack as fuck because it squashes any character development resulting from their relationship (aka the entire point of romance in a narrative).

#audio roleplay #tropes #tropes I hate #escaped rants again

[lookinghalfacorpse]

Thinking about parallels and repeats again.... ← 🖋️

me too

/dsmp /rp

It's hard to dig graves in frozen ground.

Most of the dogs who died under Technoblade and Philza's care were buried somewhere in the forest that surrounded their home. It was a forest She created, after all, so it felt right to give both body and soul back to Her. Whether they died in battle, in birth, or in old age, they lay beside each other in the frozen, arctic ground.

Technoblade was steeping his tea when he noticed that Dream was standing by the graves, near a freshly unearthed patch of dirt.

That morning, they had to bury one of their senior dogs. An older female, small in comparison to her peers, but quick and powerful in her youth. Each night, she slept at the fireplace and let the warmth settle the ache in her hips. That morning, she didn't wake. Philza found her body in the early hours of the day-- the crows had laid a few gifts on her back. Pinecones, leaves, and bits of metal. Technoblade dug the grave later, fighting past layers of ice and snow. Dream was quiet.

Leaving his tea on the counter, Technoblade went outside to join him. He walked behind him, wordlessly, and paused.

"Why do dogs die so... so quick?" Dream asked. His voice was strong and clear. He wasn't crying.

"Well, to Moxie's credit," Techno replied, "she lived about 10 years. Give or take a few months. That's pretty long for a wardog."

"No, that's-- I'm--" Frustrated, Dream spun to face him before taking a deep breath and casting his eyes towards the grave again. "I'm 23," he said, "10 years isn't long."

Technoblade was 50 when he escaped the ring, and he didn't heal until he was 70. He spent 20 long years sobbing into Philza's neck and re-training his exhausted muscles. Re-training his instincts. Re-training his mind. Now, Dream stood before him with bandages stretched across all four limbs, and Techno worried that he wouldn't have time to heal from this.

"23 years isn't long, either," Techno said. "Or 40, frankly. Or 100. You should try askin' Philza what qualifies as 'a long time,' an' he'll give you some stupid number like 5000." He stepped forward. "10 years was a long time for Moxie. She was hurtin'."

Dream nodded, his lips quaking.

"And 1 year was a long time for you," Techno added.

Dream crossed his arms across his torso, fighting the cold. He was much thinner than he used to be. "True," he admitted.

"And ten minutes is a long time for my tea to still be steepin'. Let's get inside."

#:) #asks #dreblr #parallels and repeats #drabbles #rivalsduo #rivalsblr

[a-fantastic-time]

Interplanetary Relations RP (Open Verse M/F)

Cadet Solis grabbed his duffle bag as he marched his way to the hanger. Having been chosen for an interspecies exchange program due to his merits as an engineer and solider, he was told this was a great oppurtinity for mankind. But he could not help himself from quaking in his boots. He had heard rumors of alien, and how they treated humans when they got them on their ships. He watched as a spaceship slowly descended down onto the airfield. He gripped the strap to his bag and waited for them to allow him aboard.

#open rp #rp #rp starter

[davi-doo]

Durgetash - RP snippet #1

Pairing: M/M, The Dark Urge (default Dragonborn) x Enver Gortash

Rating: Mature

Summary: At one point in their relationship, the Bhaalspawn's father given urge was revealed to Gortash.

Author's note: This writing came from a rp I shared with my friend. Consequently, it has no continuous narrative, as we took turn to write each character in our style. Durge's parts were written by me, and Gortash's by @mcfallen-god.

The Dark Urge:

As warm blood soaked his hand, and the body on his lap grows cold by the second, Durge watches as the human quakes, choking on his last breath. The Bhaalspawn hears himself whispers his father name, sowing the fear for the Lord of Murder in his victim's fading consciousness. Binding his soul to Bhaal's realm.

The kill must bring instant gratification to his dark urge, as it hums in his father's content silence. But sometimes is wrong. He heard the clang as his holy blade hit the cold ground, as he must have dropped it. And through his blurry vision, he recognized the face of the one in his arms.

Enver Gortash. His souless dark eyes was still staring at him in utter horror.

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The dragonborn wakes up in cold sweat. His blood red eyes dash across the room in a familiar panic, as he tries to take in as much of his surrounds as quickly as possible.

This is not...his father's temple, with its high celling, ever echoing scream of the tortured souls. It's a regular bedroom, with creamy wall and embroidered curtains. The pale blue light from the large window tells him they still have a few hours before sunrise.

The ordinary only managed to calm his anxiety for so long. Turning aside and throwing away the cover, the Bhaalspawn discovered his bedmate buried beneath the heavy blanket. Enver Gortash. His warm skin radiates heat, snoring softly in his blissful slumber. Holding down an emotional choke, Durge shoots up from the bed and rushes to find his belongings. He must leave and seek penance. Lest their union, no, their grand design ends in the Banite's blood.

Enver Gortash:

He is delightful whenever he is lucky enough to fill his bed with the presence of his one and only.

To feel his sleep watched over like this, it allows the grand Lord of Baldur's Gate to abandon himself to the deepest and most restful slumber.

However, Enver Gortash remains a man with a light sleep, and the little changes of weight on the bed, of warmth under the blankets or from the slightest, unnatural sound in his surroundings, he would wake up.

Thus, as Durge sits up and starts to move around the room, may he be as silent as Death itself, Gortash just feels it. Growling, twitching, he moves to the side where the dragonborn was laying when they fell asleep. As he has the confirmation he is now alone between the expensive sheets, he sits up and looks with fully awake eyes at the pale silhouette.

The white scales glowing mystically under the gaze of the moon. If he was less concerned by the reason making the other man move so fast, so quietly, and so in the middle of the night… Gortash would have just admired him for a bit longer.

"What are you doing? Didn't we pass the 'leave before you wake up' stage?" He asks, teasy, his voice husky with sleep and his hair kind of messed up.

As he feels how serious the situation was - he never saw this expression on the Bhaalspawn's features - Goratsh stands up with a frown.

"Durge.. what is it? What happened?"

The Dark Urge:

The dragonborn only stops on his track for a second when he heard his lover's voice. Still determined to ignore him, Durge quickly went back to throwing on his coat. But as the same voice called his name, his sense of urgency rapidly turns into anger.

How could this ever cunning Banite allow himself to be so careless? How could he allow things between them escalated into this tangled mess? How could Durge let his touch be the rewards for defying his father's principles?

"Enver! Do you want to die?! Without accomplishing anything?!" The dragonborn lashed out "If you don't, we must end whatever this is. Right now!"

The Bhaalspawn visibly trembles with effort and labored breath after saying his bit. But despite his forceful words, he can't find the heart to hold the other's eyes. So he crooked his head and turned away, hoping Gortash will take offend with his notoriously terrible temper.

Enver Gortash:

Something is definitely off and this all looks bad.

With a firm, but still calm and careful move, the human stands and steps until he can put a hand and grabs on the other's arm.

"Hey. What happened." He asks again, less a question than a command now. "Is that … Your god?"

Gortash is far from being stupid. He knows their respective gods may appear in their dreams or whisper their commands through the night. He is also far from being naive enough and thinks that: one, Bhaal is unaware of his 'son's' situation, and two, the god is most certainly disapproving it.

No, what Gortash doesn't understand is that sudden anger, that needs to flee. Durge is not the type to flee. There is nothing that would make him run away…

A mission? He would have just said so.

Why acting like he wants to have Gortash mad?

The human mind goes full speed from one thought to another, trying to figure out.

If Bhaal had ordered to kill Gortash… Durge would have said it. He would not have run like this…

It is something bigger, scarier.

"…. Talk to me." Gortash frowns, with seriousness.

The Dark Urge:

Durge closes his eyes and grits his teeth. The voice in his head is intimidatingly silent. He can only imagine his father's watching eyes, waiting for him to define his faith.

So the Banite wants to talk. Durge let out an annoyed snicker. With the facade of pragmatism, he knows how the kind of them are always hunger for new knowledge. They will steal, bribe and kill for a piece of useful information; they must exploit all the resources to establish their control. All to gain power over their subject. Even Durge knows their alliance and partnership is no exception for The Black Hand's doctrines.

Brushing of those fingers off his arm, the dragonborn turns back and face those seeking eyes at last. Should he choose to gain the Banite knowledge of his innate condition, he must be ready to slay him to the change of the wind. But perhaps, that will be the end of his agony.

"I am my father's flesh. His bloody hand carved me from his carcass. My body is his to act on. I can't die unless it's his will." the dragonborn speaks with hushed voice but no less solemnly, looking down at the smaller human with a clear intention to intimidate.

"What do you think drives us killer's blade? Hatred? Anger? Pleasure? " He steps closer with each stabbing words, "No, it's will from the Murder Lord himself. We praise it, honor it. But we have no say over it...Not without facing His wrath anyways."

Somewhere in his grim expression, or the tension across his towering frame, Gortash can sense a faint stroke of remorse. But it passes as quickly as a breath, and the Bhaalspawn speaks again before he can protest:

"If my father wants you dead." The dragonborn put his claw over the human's beating heart, "There's no stopping me from killing you. Not my reason, nor your binding oath."

Enver Gortash:

He doesn't resist and lets go of the arm, stepping a step backward to let the dragonborn turn and look at him.

He lets him speak with the greatest and most serious interest.

Though, his expression soon shows how he starts to understand what it is all about.

His frown goes deeper and something in his body just goes steadier.

"…" He feels he has no turn to speak as Durge stressed his lineage, but it feels itchy to the human.

However, he frowns deeper, giving to his eyes - already dark in the dim light - the impression of a deep, gleaming black color.

He won't step back. He won't back off in front of Bhaal - because yes, he considers the one talking is more the god than the spawn. Though, his mind still gets ready to jump and grabs the dagger he keeps by his bedside table. Just in case.

Though, the proximity with that body he knows already way too well feels too familiar and that hand on bis chest, supposedly a thread, it feels more like a plea, an apology, and a confession.

Gortash looks with a tilted head into those eyes and beyond, then he sighs. Holding the dragonborn's hand over his chest, he speaks as much to the Bhaalspawn as to the god himself.

"I can figure out your god might feel threatened by an ally as I am, but standing under the command of another patron. However.." He stares straight through Durge now. "Your god might know I am way more useful alive than dead. As I know no one is able to do as I am. You need my influence and my power, for your goal, aren't you?" It sounds like Gortash is speaking to Bhaal, in case the god does listen.

"If a little filth and pleasure frighten Him so much.." He slides his fingers between Durge's. "He might have little faith in his own spawn and choices."

He kisses the palm.

"If he insists on having me dead, he will bring prejudice to himself first, I am just saying."

The Dark Urge:

Durges stares at his lover in disbelief. He can sense no hesitation, no fear for one's own survival. And the worst of all, no disappointment nor distrust.

And when those lips tickle his palm, he feels like there's a boulder crushing on his heart. This damned affliction that ever compels him to scratch open his chest - it only grows stronger by the days. For the longer he allows himself to gaze upon this mortal. And the more often the mortal smiles back.

"You're a cat, dancing on a too narrow fence. One day you will fall, and won't land on your feet. My blade will dive in your gut in the end, and you will curse all the days you have laid too close to death."

The dragonborn whispers, and Gortash can feel, and see his muscles relax. The hand that rejected him now seeks his face, gently caressing the scar on his chin in anticipation of a kiss.

Enver Gortash:

Gortash slides his own palm up to Durge's chest with that smile he ever only gave the dragonborn.

"I was made to dance on narrow fence, darling." He chuckles cheekily, indulging in the touch on his face.

"And even if in the end it's your blade that dives into my guts, I'll never curse the days that brought me so close to this Dark Urge." His hand move up, mirroring the Bhaalspawn's one, cupping the scaly jaw. After another moment looking into those glowing red eyes, he pulls and moves on to kiss the dragonborn. His gesture is gentle, soft, his palm caressing down Durge’s chin; yet those fingers are still holding on that jaw; demanding, possessive.

"You and I," he growls to the thin lips. "We are made to do great things." Ambition and arousal are sparkling in his eyes. Power always puts this look on his face, and they both know how Durge is the only one Gortash allows to stand beside him, rather than crushed beneath his feet.

"Now, what would you think, using that Dark Urge for something as good as killing, but far less definitive?" He whispers.

His both hands trace circles on the scaly chest, sliding up to lock the dragonborn in an embrace; he leans closer, to whisper into the other’s ear. “I could even let you be on top of me for once…” He nuzzles on the softest part of Durge’s skin; under his jaw, kissing it, biting it.

(To be continued)

#rp thread #mcfallen-god #durgetash #the dark urge #enver gortash #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gortash #durge

[kairoseas]

More content from my SukuGo rp server? You bet!

Imagine. Sukuna's last moments spent with the one who managed to defeat him. Some human managed to best a living god, and while Sukuna waits to breathe his second last, he watches Satoru, who's approaching him, but with an... interesting expression. Rather than smiling, he seems crestfallen, sorrowful, even. "So, you're passing on your curse of boredom to me? What a terrible parting gift..." Satoru sighs, resting a hand on the back of his neck as he sits down to take in the status of the king of curses, who's losing blood, who's rapidly losing signs of cursed energy... something that six eyes indicate to Satoru. " Shouldn't you be happy?" Sukuna jests in a tone that indicates his exhaustion as well as his satisfaction. To think someone, anyone really, was capable of satiating him... and satiating him this well... Satoru can't find it in him to laugh right now though, as he stands on the edge of his new forever... a boring, dreadful forever. Where every day is the same as the last. Where he never feels the rush of victory, or the worry of a truly engaging battle again. "Kind of rude. To connect with me... and then leave me. " Satoru tells him idly, settling down near his adoptive son's form as it quivers and quakes in pain, in inconsolable nerves. This is death. Like Satoru, Sukuna looks into his future and sees... nothingness. Monotony. ... Boredom. Endless, wretched boredom. "I guess we did connect, didn't we?" Sukuna chuckles a little, his eyes cast down and averted, "... I think staying with you a little longer would have been... interesting. " "Yeah? You would have been happy?" "... I think I would have." "Then... let's dance a little longer. What do you say?" Satoru hums with a smile, revealing the last of the twenty fingers that he's kept to infinitely render Itadori's execution moot. It seems like if there was a time to use it... it would be now. "I kept this last finger for insurance... but looks to me like if you can eat it, you'll definitely survive." Gojo explains, showing the finger to the King of Curses. And with a glance at the finger, and then back at Gojo, the king smirks, as cocky at the brink of death as he ever has been. "Feed it to me." "Ah? I guess I can do that. Your final finger, given to you by your worst enemy~ Kinda ironic, isn't it?" "Interesting hiding place for it... make it interesting for me." "Interesting? Want me to whisper in your ear while you eat it?" Initially, Gojo's offer is more teasing than anything, but when he opens his eyes and sees Sukuna is staring at him, he assumes that teasing had extended beyond a simple laughing matter. "Only if you're feeling up to it, Gojo Satoru~" Despite his better judgement, and their awaiting audience, Satoru leans down, putting the waxy digit to Sukuna's lips for him to consume and reenergize himself from his own defeat. "Then here it is. Twenty fingers, delivered to you in full. Enjoy it." After consuming the waxy artifact, Sukuna raises a single hand to put his fingers on the nape of six eyes, pulling him the rest of the way down and into a pressing of their lips. Sukuna's life... hasn't been boring since Satoru's entered it and disrupted everything. He's been looking for a cure to his endless boredom for centuries, and nothing was ever alive enough to completely occupy the hole in his heart... until Satoru Gojo, who so encapsulated everything he loved about jujutsu, who constantly rose to the challenge, who awoke the human still in the depths of Ryomen Sukuna's soul. A part he could have sworn died with him the first time he was executed. Yet, here it is. Staring him directly in the face. The cure to this tangible suffering, the balm to his soul. With Satoru Gojo by his side from now on... boredom would never again be an ailment for him. He would no longer suffer that loneliness that plagued him since the Heian era. Finally. He had another. Someone who understood him inside and out.

#sukugo #jjk spoilers #kore's posts

[camping-with-monsters]

My beloved man… I made a Golurk OC and he’s been my everything lately 🧡

Standing at 11 ft, just over the average height, Hercules didn’t get much of a chance to really relish his newfound size and strength with any amount of pride like he should have. His whole just is that when he was but a small, child sized Golett, he wandered off and found himself in a small cave. But inside, some pretty hectic no-good Pokémon found his arrival interruptive, instead opting to wanting to teach him a lesson of knocking first. But boy, for a small Golett, he really showed them not to be so rude to guests even if unwarranted. Hercules overpowered the group with impressive strength for a small Pokémon, and it drove them away. Before he had a chance to recollect himself out of the scare and leave the cave, his body began to glow, the exertion of power triggering evolution. His body started to morph into what would be his massive sized-Golurk form, but alas, such cave space was no bigger than he was, and the confined space couldn’t hold his sheer size.

As he evolved, the ceiling and walls began to crumble on him, and in panic of the realization, he thrashed about, trying to stop from the crash. Alas, he clattered to the ground as the rubble covered him in, it too heavy and him too tired to escape… the tunnel to the cave entrance too narrow anyway.

In his painful endeavor in hopes of one day escaping, he beats at the ceiling of the tunnel with his single right arm exposed with his head. It makes the ground slightly rumble and quake… but no one usually suspects a Pokémon within the ground like that could be the cause. At least, not a massive Pokémon of his size. How would it even get down there?

Parts of his left side mostly and his legs have deep red markings around, which are technically scarring. Due to leaking water in the caves that eroded parts of his body, it didn’t want to give up that easily, and instead healed with bright jasper-like scarring. Not many see this, though, for he’s still ever waiting for the chance to find release, longing for the sun once again…

I don’t have a super specific use for him other that RP at the moment, but god I love this guy so much :)

Here’s the flat color version of the ref to make life a little easier :)

#I love Golurk so much omg omg #Fun fact he made me shiny hunt Golurk in Friend Safari and two hours later……. #I yelled so loud. People who were in vc know. I was so excited :)) #But anyways my man ‼️ #literally one of the most majestic Pokémon im so in love with Golurk #actually insane design #gen 5 was COOKIIIIIINNNNGGG #Hercules’s name fits him pretty well I think :)) #he’s a fighter… #he’s stuck in a cave but he’ll take whatever help he can get if possible #fun fact he used to be the headcanon name for Hapu’s Golurk but I recently revived him into my own character #I need to make/upload my Pokémon OCs again #I have a couple I don’t think I ever showed ! #Golurk #Pokémon #Pokémon OCs #Pokémon Original Characters #OCs #Original Characters #The Kiwi Draws

[moonlight-seraph]

Updated introductory!

Hi! My name is Drakaina, I'm almost 17, and I'm a Faller from Yharnam. My pronouns are still she/they/it, and I'm almost done beating the basic Unova League Circuit!

My asks are open, as well as Magic Anons, Pelipper mail, and Musharna mail, feel free to send me whatever, though I'll turn them off if I feel the need to.

I am going to kick the shit out of Team Plasma's Ghetsis with my bare fucking hands and not even a god could stop me from doing that <3

CURRENT BADGES (in order of acquisition):

Basic, Toxic, Insect, Bolt, Quake, Jet, Legend, and Wave!!!!

Beat the E4 and Champion Iris!!!!!!

I'm just traveling now :3

CURRENT TEAM:

Evelyn: Umbreon, she/her, Shiny, Tagged as "Evelyn the Umbreon"

Annalise: Chandelure, he/him, Tagged as "Anna the Chandelure"

Saif: Haxorus, he/him, Shiny, Tagged as "Saif the Haxorus"

Yamamura: Bisharp, she/her, Shiny, Tagged as "Yama the Bisharp"

Micolash: Espeon, he/him, Tagged as "Micha the Espeon"

Ebrietas: Milotic, she/her, Tagged as "Ebby the Milotic", was tagged as "Ebby the Feebas" once

SPECIAL MENTIONS:

Valtr my Rotom, tagged under "valtr.txt"

Chikage my Lucario! Tagged as "Chikage the Lucario" and "chikage.txt", previously tagged as "Chikage the Riolu"

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Trigger warnings for: Violence, cosmic horror, terminal illness, and all possible Bloodborne triggers!

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Blog takes place during the events of Black 2 but I do what I want (anime vibes instead of game vibes)

Mun/Admin is @autocannibalistic-impulse, but interacts from @cannibalistic-impulse. I also have a discord I can give out to frequent RP partners if you want to get in contact off of tumblr, just shoot me a message to ask! :)

Content may creep into the PEGI 16, but only for discussions of horrible physical violence until she's an actual adult.

Asks are welcomed and encouraged!

#Introduction #pkmn irl #pkmn rp #oc rp #// #draka.txt #valtr.txt #chikage.txt #dash comm #OOC #ask memes #ask games #mail #nightmares #magic anons #reblog #asks #photos #writing #loch the oshawott #cari.txt

[leadtohell]

LET THEM QUAKE IN THEIR BOOTS, JUDGE TURPIN & THE BEADLE... FOR THEIR HOUR HAS COME.

Miscellaneous edits. Non-RP blogs please do not interact with this post.

#NON-RP BLOGS DNI. #EDITS. #[ ♰ ]⠀Sweeney⠀—⠀HE SERVED A DARK & A HUNGRY GOD! #it's josh having to furiously saw on this poor guy's neck to get the blood packet to explode for me #makes it SOOOO MUCH MORE AGGRESSIVE THO #GET IT SWEENS!!!!! #AHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS FUCKIN SHOW. JESUS H CHRIST! #tw blood #tw gore #tw violence #tw long post

[bihansthot]

What level does maskless Sub-Zero unlock at?

P.S your character generation for Cyberpunk reminds me of Trent Reznor which is ironic bc I was writing up a list of his songs "in the alternate universe where Trent was hired to score the soundtrack for Mortal Kombat instead of Quake"

Level 29 is when it unlocks, I’m currently 27, so close 😭

Haha what a wild coincidence! Having him do a Mortal Kombat soundtrack would be crazy and I had no clue he did one for Quake. My IRL bestie loves NIN so she would be over the moon for that but I don’t think she’s played an MK since we played Shaolin Monks together in college. Haha This is a different bestie than my MK RP bestie I occasionally talk about, college bestie not high school bestie lol that’s confusing.

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #trent reznor #nine inch nails

[quillheel]

// headsup, im going to delete all of my moved/archived blogs EXCEPT @quillheel-moved AFTER reblogging all my writing (rp, asks, hcs) onto @quillheel-moved. if you have any memes or musings or such you want to reblog from any of them, do so now! the tags would be

♕ Heeding whispers ; ASK

♕ Entertaining radio ditties ; RP

♕ Coat patches ; MEMES

♕ Crayon monuments ; ART

♕ Homemade meals ; MUSING

♕  Our laughter & tragedy quakes ; DASH

♕ Counted sheep stuck in pens ; HC

DO NOT WORRY ABOUT SPAMMING MY NOTIFICATIONS ON THESE BLOGS.

i don't care, grab w/e isn't nailed to the ground, it is Ur call. prob by tomorrow 4pm EST they will be GONE so yeah

#for fair warning + explaination if ur getting odd mentions #since when i did the poll asking if people wanted me to delete em they said no because of my writings but i Know reblogs arent deleted - #when a blog is so! best of both! i just really wanna keep my space organized and having quillheel-moved as my hub works very well for me #━ ♔ your slightly mad sea-captain : ooc. #━ ♔ messengers and heralds of the extraordinary : important.