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Moving my blog soon~ I want my tags to be clean n fresh.

Here's my son for munday.

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on a grieving moon, statues stoned invincible. a funeral soon, my departed muse. A DEATH THAT’S BEAUTIFUL, ANOINT WITH GORGEOUS DECAY. mother blood, a tomb of sons : death’s birth to all. from start to end, it’s a beautiful truth.

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Grounded.

h a r d e r groundaddy

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Let me compliment ya'll in broken Japanese

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I cant do this I'm already juggling my ocs

@ventumusica dafi u got me side eyeing the genshin community with l us t

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@ventumusica dafi u got me side eyeing the genshin community with l us t

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me: i should write new threads with more people and expand my horizons

also me: hehe mona go blub blub zoom hehe

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Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

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I neglected to take my antidepressants for the last 4 days and I'm feeling it mr krabs

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archivalle​:

REX LAPIS WAS DEAD, that much was true.

But Zhongli was not; though he had hung up the proverbial towel of Godhood the day he threw the Exuvia down, the morals he had built a nation upon were strong within him — he hears, as he imagined many, many others did — those words shouted and despite all best efforts to walk away he finds his feet filing him towards the source of the outburst as he perhaps once would have all that time ago, when he first walked Liyue in his mortal vessel.

“ We needn’t yell, ” He attempts first to call the situation, voice remaining gentle and lilted with  understanding — he looks between the two of them, her and the scorned merchant, hands folded neatly behind his back. It takes him back, but he attempts to retain the concerned third party persona throughout even as he toes the middle line of neutrality. “ to break a contract is indeed unforgivable, but if she says there was not one — perhaps an explication is in order;  both sides should be permitted to speak their minds. ”He turns his attention fully to her. “ Those who break contract shall face punishment —  such is the way of Liyue. But no innocent shall be punished. Does he indeed have proof of your contract with him? ”

“ Ah, perfect, Mr. Zhongli, perhaps YOU can make this vagrant see the error in her ways. ” Finally, a local that could aid him in his time of need. If there were anything he believed in at this moment, it was Liyue’s community and reverence towards their resting arcon. And the distinguished, learned gentleman Zhongli, no less, would uphold the customs of Liyue. 

Canon’s eyes closed, eyes rolling behind her eyelids as her arms crossed. Calm down. It was only natural for an idiot to throw a fit when they’re beaten at their own games with their own rules. She shouldn’t have yelled... That would only make her seem wrong. Before Canon could open her mouth, the merchant spoke, rubbing his hands together and bowing in attempts to perhaps seem meek. As if he were tricked. Which he was.

“ Mr. Zhongli, upon telling this CHILD – " Canon’s eyebrows raised. Fucking rude. “ – of my predicament, I thought she would be a kind traveller and acquire the rare trea– ahem... The item I needed and in return, I would reward her for her efforts! I told her of where to find it and she set out on a journey to acquire it. Shocked I was to find that she had not only found it the very same week but had not informed nor given it to me! I was the one who informed her of such an item, therefore, I should get it! Our contract – “

“I didn’t agree to help you. You were crying about how badly you wished to find an artefact in Dragonspine. If I don’t agree to the terms of a contract, there is no contract.”

“ You extracted information from me, girl! ” 

“You volunteered information, old man.”

“ Why... ! May you be punished by the wrath of the rock! ” 

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infernalisbestia​:

unprompted ask // open “there ain’t nothin’ t’ do. human souls ’re cute an’ all bu’ after a few millennia, y’ve seen ‘em all.” except for alastor. sloth wants to play with the radio demon. ( @repetiita​ )

dagger-shaped   fangs   showcased   beneath   the   mantle   of   his   tiers,   the   chaos   of   his   form   growing   in   size   whilst   the   shadows   (   those   sentient   silhouettes   ready   to   unleash   destruction   )   produced   a   silent   laugh   alike   his   own.   a   presence   otherwise   not   expected,   was   a   delight   to   the   crimson-haired   demon   and   in   response,   he   offered   naught   but   a   courteous   bow,   gallant   in   its   natural   maleficent   shape.   ❝   it   is   always   a   pleasure   to   see   you   around,   my   dear.   i’m   glad   you   found   my   presence   quite   entertaining,   to   say   the   least.   ❞   there,   he   nurtured   a   subtle   liking   to   the   being   before   him,   for   the   demon   was   prone   to   present   themselves   in   times   of   dire   need…   for   tedium,   also   reached   the   web   of   his   ribcage.   ❝   i   must   agree   with   you.   humans   are   an   interesting   thing,   but   one   can   only   grow   tired   as   we   realize   how   pathetic   they   can   be.   even   the   foolish   demons,   oh   filthy   scavengers,   are   less   prone   to   be   ridiculous.   ❞   a   sigh,   as   if   profusely   exasperated   by   such   affirmation,   rolled   off   his   tongue   albeit   too   soon   he   met   a   gaze,   tipping   his   head   to   one   side,   rather   quizically.   ❝   is   boredom,   mayhap,   embracing   you,   my   dear?   ❞

Little was known about Sloth other than the basic three facts. One, was that he lived up to his name and as such, was usually in the Sloth Ring or on Earth. Two, he was known as an ‘idol’ that visits The Pentagram with items only found on Earth for the geeks and freaks of Hell. Three, Sloth was a slut. Shocker. Something in the Seven rings went wrong when creating Lust and Sloth. Maybe it had something to do with putting little to no work into laying on his back and opening his legs or the slow bleed of cultures and lifestyles in hell but... 

“Oh...! Charmin’ as usual.” Entertaining at the very least. Alastor tended to keep things lively since his arrival.

A curious choice of words, but to the embodiment of Sloth, it was perfect. Boredom curved around his throat, suffocating him as the denizens of hell revelled in their own sin, not knowing the joy of their ignorance. An outsider looking in, if ever there was one. Sloth resided there but he didn’t belong, he observed as they took delight in the very vice that got them there, the depravity that even continued to kill them as Heaven culled their numbers. 

“‘re you gonna embrace me instead, radio demon?” Unlike Gluttony, Sloth did his research at least. “Be gentle, I’m pretty rusty wit’ tentacles.”

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im in a bit of a pickle picking an icon out of these–

please help me pick one from both options hh

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“ You broke our contract !” Those words alone were enough to catch the attention of any onlooking citizen in Liyue, but for the man to yell it at such a volume and not hold the integrity and decency of dealing with this mishap privately, now that turned heads. Perhaps that was the point. To win the argument by gaining the support of a third party.

Even with their god of contracts dead, the people of Liyue continued to hold contracts in such high reverence. 

“I did not.” Replied the offender. Small in stature yet bolstering and loud as the thin lipped merchant in front of her. Call her a thief all he wants, but at no point did she agree to the terms he set out before she left Liyue weeks ago. Canon, in all her ‘wit’, found a loophole in Liyue’s customs and exploited it, is all. And with Rex Lapis DEAD, what was he going to do? Smite her with a rock? 

“There was no contract.”

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There is a hardly a more sensitive topic than suicide, one of the many taboos that usually float helplessly above small talks and ‘normal’ conversations, willingly avoided by anyone who isn’t forced to speak of it, who hasn’t spoken of it already, or who finds no ounce of sentiment within their soul to feel anything as they utter the word.

It’s spoken off as many religions paint it to be, sinful, as if it isn’t enough to wish for the highest cruely upon oneself - or perhaps, the highest form of control combined with a blissful end - as if speaking of it in all honesty will bring to light what many actually feel in its regards: the inability to acknowledge its existence.

Or rather, the unwillingness to do so. No one wants to look out into the world and recognise what someone might be doing behind closed doors or on the wrong side of an open window. Many don’t want to see the darkness the world has always presented in the most honest ways it could. Many others don’t want to acknowledge something that would inevitably force accountability onto them they never have and never will want to take.

Junghoon is a strange combination of these people. He doesn’t want to look at the world and remember all the plight he can’t even begin to imagine. He doesn’t want to witness it either, doesn’t want to read names he knows, as meaningless as those connections may be, as one-sided as they could be.

But he also doesn’t want to admit that. Doesn’t want to admit that as he stands there and feels himself pale, as he struggles to take in a breath, he doesn’t want to be there. He doesn’t want to speak of it, see it, notice it, think about it. He doesn’t…

But he has to. And the phone with the questions he’d put together starts feeling like a foreign object in fingers that should be used to holding it. He looks down, the screen has long since gone dark. “Yeah,” he gulps, lifts his eyes to look at the source of the voice. “You… uhm… Did you know the… did… Did you know him personally?”

“I’ve dealt with him on past occasion.” Miserable as the subject and the interviewer were, Lihua was dressed in her finest attire, gloved fingers wrapped around the handle of her teacup as she fluidly, elegantly brought the rim to her painted red lips. With the grace of a butterfly, she drank and ate, eyelashes fluttering like wings and lips sporting the faintest of smiles. Mocking. “He truly went through hell before taking his own life, didn’t he?”

Hell. Well, she could have made it worse. She supposed she had been quite merciful with him. Perhaps she was losing her touch. Well, the debt simply wouldn’t go unpaid, that just wouldn’t do. His next of kin would be... 

Oh. 

“I do feel sorry for his family... this must have come as a shock to them.” The debt, that is. His wife should still be able to work, as young as the children are, they can make a quick buck with the right crowds. A failed business venture results in suicide! The reporters scattered, finding every chance to hound his poor wife and children on their way to school or to the grocery store. 

Who could be to blame for the leaking of address? For the hint to the media? Their identities were all over the internet now and the wife had taken the children out of school and stayed boarded in the family home... What was the response? Ah, she was being hysterical. Selfish woman was abusing those children by smothering them. 

All of this trouble from borrowing money from the wrong person.

“He was truly a reckless man... Bless him.”

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The spirit’s expression changed; a hint of sheepishness coloring pale features as he shifted, mouth twisting as a long hum escaped from pursed lips. Guilt? Shame? Perhaps a mix of both.

“Yeah… well about that…” Fingers brushed through white hair, Jack releasing the faintest sound of amusement. “— I may have lied. I can’t melt my snow, only create it.”

“... Jack Frost.” Eyes fluttered shut, non-melting flakes of snow stuck to his lashes as if his temperature were cold enough to allow it to settle. Eyebrows furrowed as he took a deep, slow breath in and out to find calm.

“... If you do not melt this snow by midnight tonight, I will make it my personal mission to erase your existence from history. No man, woman nor child will never know of your name, nor will they know your silly little idiom. I will be the last living being that will see or know of your existence and as I lay dying, you too, will die with me. Get rid of the fucking snow.”