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not me debating if i should move garry to my multi or let him stay on his own blog

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this sudden impulse to make an owl witch ? youkai? oc

dark fantasyyy

would anyone be interested tho

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

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Bold what bad habits apply to your muse. Italicize what sometimes applies. Repost, don't reblog.

Swearing | Fingernail chewing | Slouching | Slurring | Drinking | Smoking | Drugs | Impulse decisions | Obsessive phone checking | Bad time management | Slang | Poor grammar | Overworking | Slacking off | Over sleeping | Under sleeping | Skin picking | Poor eye contact | Lying | Rambling | Skipping breakfast | Junk food | Self criticism | Procrastinating | Day dreaming | Forgetful | Envious | Jealous | Gossiper | Drama whore | Secret teller | Skipping class/work | Spitting | Lip licking | Lip chewing | Drinking from the carton | Yelling | Too much internet | Poor hygiene | Impatient | Hot headed | Biased | Complaining | Scab picking | Buzzfeed | Cheek biting | Teeth gnashing | Shoplifting | Scamming | Speeding | Hair pulling | Large ego | Eavesdropping | Exaggerating | Fidgeting | Free loading | Littering | One-Upping | Whining | Borrowing without returning | Unnecessary Aggression | Talking during movies | Plagiarism | Copying | Glaring | Spacing out | Ignoring | Over critical | Messy | Hateful | Overly Prideful

tagged: @wickdcreatures ( thanks ♡ ) tagging: @pri-rp , @intertwining-hearts , @ibstract , @forgottcnportrait , @witchtchr and you!

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❝ Ooh? ❞ Amusement echoes in his stressed response, inclining that he doesn't remember a certain someone to be so brave around his lovely little friends. ❝ In that case, ❞ The faux one steps a forward and swiftly hooks an arm around their waist, entrapping them. Frankly, his desires include bites and kisses but since they prefer blue dolls, he pushes one of them towards their cheek. Joyful is the doll's shy laughs. ❝ Here, give this fella some love for me, will you? ❞

"I rather hug a blue doll then do that."

Okay he's lying he would punt one if they came to them but not that the other needed to know that.

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i have this cool fc for the "Juggling" painting in Ib and am already dusting off a side-blog for him ( and maybe for the lady in red ) -

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𝙂𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙨, 𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮-𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙨, dance merrily beneath the moon’s cool gaze. A faux laughter of unrealized dreams and secret desire echoes in his ears as each brush stroke attempts to capture this distant memory in all her loveliness. Canvas by canvas, he has chased what became blurred in time — but alas, to no avail. So then, what should he do? Each failure pulls a string of grief, which later turns into indescribable anger and hatred in his heart. Especially tonight. He has become incredibly . . tired. Of chasing after a ghost. So, so tired and lost in the mayhem of those poisoning emotions that he almost doesn't realize the can of fiery red paint in his hands, which are raised high in the air, just so that he can bring true demise to this.. this.. 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨. Because this is what madness is, isn't it? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. Yes, yes, this is indeed what it is. And tonight, it shall come to an end !

Yet.

Before the fiery shade can taint the golden, his body comes to a harsh halt. Why is his broken brush back on the holder of the easel? Why are those sapphire eyes reflecting a special kind of light? Suddenly, it feels like this room is pulsing with life that is not only his own. Even though it feels like his heart stopped beating. ❝ You . . are here, aren't you? ❞ Awe-struck, yet still with hints of pain, only a whisper passes through his lips. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚.ᐣ What is your name, what is your name. . Slowly, as though not to scare her, he puts down the paint can and takes a step forward. Now kneeling, one stained hand reaches for his newest artwork, nameless still, but full of persona.

❝ I am not dreaming this, am I.. ❞ / @pri-rp (mary)

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hi all, with that nasty blog circulating, i wanted to post a friendly reminder that you can block from your tumblr settings. * EDIT: sorry for the vague context, please do not click this blog, there is animal death & gore present.

after clicking blog settings, just scroll until you see blocked tumblrs.

then click the pencil icon & you can type the url. @/fucktrpc.

* EDIT : HOW TO BLOCK ON MOBILE

EDIT : PLEASE REPORT BEFORE BLOCKING ; excerpt from @/drakyns.

you Can report this blog even without going directly to their webpage specifically. it's a bit of a workaround since /i/ personally went on their blog to report everything manually, but here's what other blogs can do to not be subjected to triggering images.

TO REPORT THE BLOG, please go to this link: https://www.tumblr.com/abuse/start?prefill=eyJwb3N0IjpudWxsLCJ1cmxyZXBvcnRpbmciOiJodHRwczovL3d3dy50dW1ibHIuY29tL2Z1Y2t0cnBjIiwidHVtYmxlbG9nIjoiZnVja3RycGMiLCJjb250ZXh0IjoiYmxvZyJ9

PLEASE UNSELECT "BLOCK" > Report something else > Gore, mutilation or bestiality OR Suspected terrorism (these are the main ones Tumblr's system prioritises).

in the "Content you're reporting" section, please include the following link: https://www.tumblr.com/fucktrpc/789264682648240128 (note that this is their latest post; kindly do not open it in another tab, but rather simply include it in your report).

press Submit.

and then you can block them from your dashboard settings!

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I get Very happy and excited whenever I find more Ib writers like hello. ♡

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"I'm sure I saw this painting's eyes glow…" / from salem !!

@wickdcreatures / meme

𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡, in sudden remembrance of a certain soul's inevitable doom. The red glow of the Hanged Man's eyes was just one of the many things that signaled the rope around his neck — coiling tighter with each wrong decision. Even now, something within him trembles as the tips of his inked fingertips rise to rest against the invisible 𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 around his neck. It is still there, certainly. Perhaps now, finally ready to let go and 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠.ᐣ Wouldn't that be delightful? Oh so delightful! And who knows, perhaps when it is gone, he will remember fully what has been forgotten:

Wͦ̂̀h̯̞͉̲͖̗̃̍̈͌̌̐o͚̝̓ͦ iͥ̅͋̇͛s͔̻̱ͫͦ̚ ̣ͭG͛̋ar̖̹̥͇̣̮̪̈́ͥ̇̾̈͗̈r̟̘ẙ̥̳̍ ?̰̖̲͂̌ͯ ̟͍

Like a quiet venom, 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 finally begins to seep into the cracks of his inked hatred and hidden desire to breathe again. And because all happens so quietly, there is only a little dragged silence before he bends closer to take a look at the painting's now empty eye sockets. ❝ Hmm? Are you sure it was not just your imagination? I am pretty sure those sockets are empty. ❞ Sort of resembling his very own black eyes, no? Minus the now faux kindness.

❝ It is best if we move along now, we have lingered way too much here. It is not safe. ❞

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𝙖 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙜𝙚; pity her for failing to realize the golden strips dangling around her, waiting to steal the air from her lungs: to smother. But ah, despite the madness pulsing through this gallery, despite the blue dolls waiting to play with him, sanity still begs not to be forgotten. Who wins this game will most certainly seal the birdie's fate. So for now, while his sanity remains unsullied, his grin blooms into something softer, more friendly — a soft laugh escaping him, that is. To which, the painting's eyes stir, for just a fleeting second.

❝ A painting craving human snacks, it is quite an entertaining thought, isn't it? Lovely, even. ❞ Which is also not wrong entirely, for all the artworks here desire one true thing at their root: to become human. It is where their hunger truly stems from. Yet, like every art gallery in the real world, this one has its own rules and boundaries. So, to make her understand, one of his hands fishes out the very mildly battered rose from his pocket.

❝ But your second guess is the correct one. In this part of the gallery, all the paintings crave for flowers — roses, in particular. Can you guess why that is? ❞ He is curious about one thing, has she ever paid attention to certain texts? Or to the large crimson rose sculpture on the second floor? Whose title is: 𝙀𝙢𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩.ᐣ Lost in curiosity, his thumb lightly glides over the soft petals of the rose in his hand. Speaking of petals.. Has she noticed yet? That the painting's eyes are now 𝙜𝙡𝙪𝙚𝙙 on her rose? How long till its hunger forces it free from its frame to get to the remaining bits?

a humming continued for a while. she didn't understand the art galleries, never really had time to just sit there. so maybe that's why it felt like everyone just disappeared one time she decided to see what this was about. she leaned closer to the smiling painting. it felt almost alive for something so simple

quick turn to the source of the warning. a definitely eye catching guy for sure. how did she not notice him before? did he work here? well considering the warning, he surely had to-

❝ what do you mean by hungry? you can feed those? ❞ she doesn't remember it being interactive exhibit. ❝ i'm pretty sure i have some snacks in my pocket- ooor is the hunger something more symbolic? i'm not good with those ❞

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休息

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rises from the dead. hi.

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rose exchange

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Ib Horror Game OST Track 18 - Old Puppet

(Art Source) 

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[ cross ] ( from kat! )

[ cross ] sender shows receiver their crossed fingers for good luck / meme

Gives her a thumps up to show her he appreciates the sentiment. ❝ We got this. ❞ Do they really though - / @occkalt