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[[So, some of you might’ve noticed the, uh… update. I’ve been thinking about what I wanted to do with this blog for awhile now, at least the last few months, because I know things are dead around here. If I’m honest with myself, they’ve been dead for about a year. Doing things on Tumblr used to be a routine, until a couple of weeks last year when work forced me off my blog. It completely knocked me out of that routine, and things haven’t been the same since. My motivation to get back into things basically died completely.

Honestly, for a little while there, I just about called it quits altogether. Pull away from Tumblr, assume my time here is over, and I should stop trying to force it. But I don’t think that’s true anymore. There’s things I love about Tumblr, and I love feeling like I’m a part of something. Being in an environment where I can meet and write with new people will never stop being exciting to me, and I realized that I don’t think I’m ready to give that up. What I do need to do, unfortunately, is get a fresh start, because there’s always been a lot of little things on this blog that have dragged me down over time. Being a sideblog is a drag, old drafts and asks that have been sitting too long and it feels scummy to delete them but wrong to reply to them, knowing my follower count is 95% blogs that aren’t around anymore. It’s all these little things I think about, and I understand why people need to clear it all away from time to time.

So I made a new blog. It’s a main this time, at @immovable-force​ like always. So far things will be the same as before– same character, same verses. But I might be changing things around too. (More muses, more verses, all that fun stuff!) So for anyone who wants to stick around, check it out. It’s still very new and a work-in-progress in terms of following people and getting interactions, but for the first time in awhile, I’m excited about it.

One last thing: If you’re one of the people who I owed drafts/asks too, it’s not your fault, it’s mine for not being able to get past the mental blockade. I’m sorry I let you down, and I hope you’ll give me another shot. If not, that’s fine too. I still want to interact with anyone who wants to!]]

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[[So, some of you might’ve noticed the, uh… update. I’ve been thinking about what I wanted to do with this blog for awhile now, at least the last few months, because I know things are dead around here. If I’m honest with myself, they’ve been dead for about a year. Doing things on Tumblr used to be a routine, until a couple of weeks last year when work forced me off my blog. It completely knocked me out of that routine, and things haven’t been the same since. My motivation to get back into things basically died completely.

Honestly, for a little while there, I just about called it quits altogether. Pull away from Tumblr, assume my time here is over, and I should stop trying to force it. But I don’t think that’s true anymore. There’s things I love about Tumblr, and I love feeling like I’m a part of something. Being in an environment where I can meet and write with new people will never stop being exciting to me, and I realized that I don’t think I’m ready to give that up. What I do need to do, unfortunately, is get a fresh start, because there’s always been a lot of little things on this blog that have dragged me down over time. Being a sideblog is a drag, old drafts and asks that have been sitting too long and it feels scummy to delete them but wrong to reply to them, knowing my follower count is 95% blogs that aren’t around anymore. It’s all these little things I think about, and I understand why people need to clear it all away from time to time.

So I made a new blog. It’s a main this time, at @immovable-force​ like always. So far things will be the same as before– same character, same verses. But I might be changing things around too. (More muses, more verses, all that fun stuff!) So for anyone who wants to stick around, check it out. It’s still very new and a work-in-progress in terms of following people and getting interactions, but for the first time in awhile, I’m excited about it.

One last thing: If you’re one of the people who I owed drafts/asks too, it’s not your fault, it’s mine for not being able to get past the mental blockade. I’m sorry I let you down, and I hope you’ll give me another shot. If not, that’s fine too. I still want to interact with anyone who wants to!]]

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[[So, some of you might’ve noticed the, uh… update. I’ve been thinking about what I wanted to do with this blog for awhile now, at least the last few months, because I know things are dead around here. If I’m honest with myself, they’ve been dead for about a year. Doing things on Tumblr used to be a routine, until a couple of weeks last year when work forced me off my blog. It completely knocked me out of that routine, and things haven’t been the same since. My motivation to get back into things basically died completely.

Honestly, for a little while there, I just about called it quits altogether. Pull away from Tumblr, assume my time here is over, and I should stop trying to force it. But I don’t think that’s true anymore. There’s things I love about Tumblr, and I love feeling like I’m a part of something. Being in an environment where I can meet and write with new people will never stop being exciting to me, and I realized that I don’t think I’m ready to give that up. What I do need to do, unfortunately, is get a fresh start, because there’s always been a lot of little things on this blog that have dragged me down over time. Being a sideblog is a drag, old drafts and asks that have been sitting too long and it feels scummy to delete them but wrong to reply to them, knowing my follower count is 95% blogs that aren’t around anymore. It’s all these little things I think about, and I understand why people need to clear it all away from time to time.

So I made a new blog. It’s a main this time, at @immovable-force​ like always. So far things will be the same as before– same character, same verses. But I might be changing things around too. (More muses, more verses, all that fun stuff!) So for anyone who wants to stick around, check it out. It’s still very new and a work-in-progress in terms of following people and getting interactions, but for the first time in awhile, I’m excited about it.

One last thing: If you’re one of the people who I owed drafts/asks too, it’s not your fault, it’s mine for not being able to get past the mental blockade. I’m sorry I let you down, and I hope you’ll give me another shot. If not, that’s fine too. I still want to interact with anyone who wants to!]]

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[[So, some of you might’ve noticed the, uh... update. I’ve been thinking about what I wanted to do with this blog for awhile now, at least the last few months, because I know things are dead around here. If I’m honest with myself, they’ve been dead for about a year. Doing things on Tumblr used to be a routine, until a couple of weeks last year when work forced me off my blog. It completely knocked me out of that routine, and things haven’t been the same since. My motivation to get back into things basically died completely.

Honestly, for a little while there, I just about called it quits altogether. Pull away from Tumblr, assume my time here is over, and I should stop trying to force it. But I don’t think that’s true anymore. There’s things I love about Tumblr, and I love feeling like I’m a part of something. Being in an environment where I can meet and write with new people will never stop being exciting to me, and I realized that I don’t think I’m ready to give that up. What I do need to do, unfortunately, is get a fresh start, because there’s always been a lot of little things on this blog that have dragged me down over time. Being a sideblog is a drag, old drafts and asks that have been sitting too long and it feels scummy to delete them but wrong to reply to them, knowing my follower count is 95% blogs that aren’t around anymore. It’s all these little things I think about, and I understand why people need to clear it all away from time to time.

So I made a new blog. It’s a main this time, at @immovable-force​ like always. So far things will be the same as before-- same character, same verses. But I might be changing things around too. (More muses, more verses, all that fun stuff!) So for anyone who wants to stick around, check it out. It’s still very new and a work-in-progress in terms of following people and getting interactions, but for the first time in awhile, I’m excited about it.

One last thing: If you’re one of the people who I owed drafts/asks too, it’s not your fault, it’s mine for not being able to get past the mental blockade. I’m sorry I let you down, and I hope you’ll give me another shot. If not, that’s fine too. I still want to interact with anyone who wants to!]]

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[[I’ll explain later.]]

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“Hello, my old heart, how have you been? How is it being locked away? Don’t you worry. In there you’re safe. And it’s true, you’ll never beat, But you’ll never break.”

— The Oh Hello’s, “Hello My Old Heart” (via passagesandpages)

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                night in the woods → sentence starters

slightly edited in some cases to work for rp purposes. feel free to change phrasing or pronouns to fit your muse(s)!

❝ Do you think we’d be friends if we weren’t, like, stuck together in the same town? ❞

❝ My entire life feels like running after something that keeps moving away into the distance, while I stay in the same place. ❞

❝ I believe in a universe that doesn’t care and people who do. ❞

❝ We’re all gonna die if we don’t keep living. ❞

❝ Go legally braindead from lack of oxygen due to choking on my entire ass! ❞

❝ There is not one person on God’s Earth who doesn’t love tacos! ❞

❝ I am so scared all the time and the fear hurts. ❞

❝ Pretty amazing, to be something at least. ❞

❝ I have really up up days and really down down days. And I don’t know which it is until it’s over sometimes. ❞

❝ Plastic bags are the ghosts of supermarkets. ❞

❝ Being the only queer people in town sucks. ❞

❝ Not knowing how something worked used to seem like… magic. Now not knowing means it might be going wrong and I may not be able to fix it . ❞

❝ When I die, I want it to hurt. When my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map, I want it to hurt. Bad. I want to lose. I want to get beaten up. I want to hold on until I’m thrown off and everything ends. And you know what? Until that happens, I want to hope again. And I want it to hurt. Because that means it meant something.  ❞

❝ It’s a fantastic ass right? ❞

❝ No fascists at this party! ❞

❝ You could vape. ❞

❝ You know when your body is like ‘Uh whoa I almost died,’ and you get all hyper because you’re filled with dolphins? ❞

❝ At the end of everything, hold on to anything. ❞

❝ If anyone’s going to ruin your night, it should be you. ❞

❝ I’m like, proud of us all, for having good-ass lives in a shitty, stupid, good-ass town. ❞

❝ Nothing is going to save us forever, But a lot of things can save us today. ❞

❝ And nobody cares! I wanted someone to notice things aren’t OK. ❞

❝ Once haunted, can a place be unhaunted? ❞

❝ We devote ourselves to something we barely understand, something we can never touch. We give it a name, and we give ourselves a name for doing so. All of it creates this connection. And that connection, that becomes the thing we can touch. ❞

❝ Oh my god. That was dangerous. I could’ve died. THAT WAS AMAZING! ❞

❝ There was until one afternoon… where something just broke. Reality broke. ❞

❝ They said I had an anger problem, but that’s not true. ❞

❝ I know this won’t save me in the end, but I don’t need it to save me forever, I just need it to save me now. ❞

❝ I have the worst face. I have a nightmare face. ❞

❝ Don’t panic but we’re maybe all gonna die soon. ❞

❝ Okay, I don’t feel comfortable with you objectifying my boyfriend. ❞

❝ I’m gonna go run around naked in the wooooooods! ❞

❝ You can’t take a woman’s husband just because he’s dead! ❞

❝ I am super, super gay. ❞

❝ I think my total gayness came through to the discerning reader. ❞

❝ I am extremely unhappy and you’re the only person who knows. ❞

❝ My dad/mom/parents didn’t like me. ❞ 

❝ My dad used to hit me a lot. ❞

❝ My mom like, wouldn’t feed me. ❞

❝ I’d be locked in there for a day sometimes, or overnight. So I’d try to develop psychic powers so I could like signal to the neighbors or unlock the door. Didn’t work, as you might guess. ❞

❝ I never told anybody. After a while, I started feeling guilty too, for some reason. Like this was something bad I was doing? ❞

❝ Being abused isn’t your fault at all. ❞

❝ I’m just glad I didn’t – yeah, anyway. ❞

❝ My dad had to stop drinking because he was a danger to me and my mom. ❞

❝ I want to grow giant and pick you all up and carry you somewhere safe. ❞

❝ Screw it! I’m doing two beers! I’m doing beer! ❞

❝ I guess beer is just one of those horrible things adults do. Like doing taxes and having babies. ❞

❝ Time makes most dangerous things less dangerous. ❞

❝ I stayed and grew up while you left and stayed the same. ❞

❝ I don’t even believe in hell and I hope they go straight there. ❞

❝ Hey you get that porn off your laptop? ❞

❝ You’re a smooth talker. you’re a smoothie. ❞

❝ Eff college!! All those rich kids and hot people all wring sex and having papers with each other! ❞

❝ I was just saying you look like crap because I love you. ❞

❝ Let’s steal from my boss, who trusted me! ❞

❝ ______ is probably bipolar. ❞

❝ I don’t know what this feeling is. ❞

❝ Don’t ever say daddy again. ❞

❝ I can’t not give a shit. ❞

❝ I thought you couldn’t leave home because of your… issue? ❞

❝ You’re home enough. ❞

❝ Isn’t it illegal to smoke indoors? ❞ 

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Soft Affection

Send in an icon for my muse to: 

🎀 Play with your muse’s hair

✋ brush fingers/hold hands

👉 Gently poke or prod yours

💐 give a gift

🎎 sit close enough to brush knees/lean against yours

🛌 take a nap with yours

🖐 tracing fingers against your muse’ skin or over a scar/other

🍫 quietly hand over a treat/food item

☺ stroke your muse’s cheek/face

🧥 be found wearing your muse’s sweater/coat/article of clothing

✨+ add your own

🐱 to reverse

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❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞ {{ From Hank to Kew bc this is my kink

autumn/halloween sentence starters! 🍂🍁🎃

“I’ll hide wherever the HELL I want, Hank–”

The statement was only slightly undercut by a loud music sting from the TV, as the face of the killer jumped in front of the camera, and Kew shrieked. FUCK! Why the hell had he agreed to this!? Well, short answer, he didn’t. Or, kind of– Look, when Hank said ‘Horror Movie’, Kew didn’t know what he was getting himself into! Or, well, he did. A movie that’s supposed to be scary, to make you afraid. Why the hell humans would want to be scared, Kew didn’t know, but Hank was fuckin’ into it apparently! Fucked up human! The devil had no idea that there would be– that there–

Okay, fine, it was pride, okay!? Kew got himself all excited to watch a horror movie out of pride, because he’s a big scary devil that ain’t afraid of shit! Except a scary face on a screen that can’t hurt him, apparently.

He’d popped out of Hank’s body for the occasion, just because it felt more natural to act like he was sitting on the couch with Hank. Was really regretting it though– It meant Hank could see his ghostly form react, curling towards him and trying to hide his face in Hank’s shoulder. He didn’t wanna watch this shit! Didn’t want fuckin– scary faces to pop up for no reason! “This is fucked,” he grumbles shakily, trying (failing) to sound more bitter than whiny. “Movie’s fucked, your tastes are fucked, humans are fucked– that motherfucker with the chainsaw is super fucked!” He pointed a frantic hand towards the screen without looking, just assuming the killer was there. 

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You can’t stand the fact I               am no longer weeping                                            mourning                                                   waiting for you

You can’t stand the fact I have moved on                         WHY CAN’T YOU JUST BE HAPPY FOR ME?

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“Your opinion on this tie?” from Connor. He holds up the most hideous bowtie Kisama has ever seen. Probably inspired by Hank's shirts, if anyone had to guess -- the thing is a pattern so brightly colored that it'd make your eyes bleed, and the middle is held together by a heart-shaped button. Connor seems to like it, though.

Send me “ your opinion on___”

Kisama almost considers saying ‘beautiful’ while not looking up from the pile of dress shirts he was digging through– Connor had an gift of looking gorgeous in anything he wore, after all. But it ain’t in his nature to be that dismissive towards Connor, even if he wanted to, so the chief looks up. He, uh… well, he wasn’t ready for it.

“Pff– Holy shit,” Kisama laughs, before he could stifle the reason. Oh no, Connor’s serious isn’t he? Like, not holding that up as a joke? Now he feels bad for laughing, enough to make his cheeks pink! “That’d look crazy on you,” he states frankly, figuring there was no point in trying to lie about it now. Still, the grin remains, cocking up into a devious smirk. “Get it. Hell, if you don’t get it, I’ll buy it for ya. Imagine arrestin’ someone in that thing, they’d take one look ‘n go blind!” Plus, he doubted any criminal would be able to live it down, getting their shit rocked by sweet Connor in his loud-ass bowtie. Heheheh!

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“your opinion on NASTY LITTLE GIRLS”

Send me “ your opinion on___”

“Y’ALL NEED JESUS CHAOS!”

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Send（＠◇＠）for an OC Idea I have

[[I’ve always got a bunch of ideas kicking around, from minor characters in Kisama’s verses (I want to develop two female bodyguards he cycles around with Andrew and Yuuto) to other things.

Lately what’s been taking up my thoughts are two lead characters for a comic series I want to make, at some point. It’s a Dungeons and Dragons inspired universe, in a setting with three main countries in balance with each other. One of them figures out how to use magic to seal people’s souls into objects (chairs, tables, whatever’s lying around) and they use that to try to take over the other two. The main characters are named Micro (a chair) and Maxus (a big rug), who have faulty seals, so they’re able to move and speak. The comic centers around them trying to stop the war and revolt against this country’s leaders, but also slowly peers into their own history on who they are and how they got here. (Specifically Micro, who I just love as a character right now.)]]

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Fill in the blank.

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