#Hello yall

[polar-myst]

Muad’dib is so confused.

[annie-issilly]

HELLO CHAT

Remember how I used to have this account for roleplay with my Danganronpa mono-bunny oc?

Yea, no, I’m a just use this thing randomly now… :3

HELLO EVERYNYAN!!!!

My name is Annie, and I love cartoons!

Here! Have some art I did!

[kitsunesakii]

Moop

[the-noted-collector]

General Blog Information

Hello there! Welcome to this place, however you may have found it. I am Lx/Moth, a storyteller and collector. Of what? Anything I find intriguing.

Under the readmore is basically just oc stuff. It will be added to and changed over time. Likely, I'll try at making masterposts as this blog grows to accompany many of my interests.

OC tags will be of their FL titles, and I will add tags here (both FL and otherwise) as I speak on them. For now, a masterlist:

Luc Buckingham- #The Opulent Enigma

Adam Buckingham- The Bloodied Knight

Samantha Buckingham- The Searing Appraiser

Endemannus Korabl'nikov- The Transformed Captain

Conley- The Elusive Cannibal

Edward Byrne- The Eccentric Host

Gale- The Buzzing Dockworker

Sal- The Venomous Lover

Mary Helianalis- The Once-Doomed Scholar

Grace Helianalis- The Radiant Poisoner

Eckil Portsmoth- The Arrogant Newcomer/The Arrogant Duelist/The Tormented Duelist

We also have many stories! These will be focused on one or two OCs, following their arcs and experiences in the Neath. These stories will be tagged with the story's name.

Endemannus: Former Glory (exploring West, a arc of past and tramua)

Edward: Radio Catalog (Presybterate!Edward arc, involves cult depictions and likely will have body horror and disassociation)

Eckil: Eckil's Tale (Eckil's personal thoughts as I play them in Fallen London)

I also do newspaper shenanigans, all found under 'the jewel post publishes'!

[aflowerycorpse]

Any Indonesians/Indians on Tumblr?

[charcoal-is-very-basic]

INTRO

Whoa

she/he call me Marq~

Hi I make art sometimes. I don't do rps. Weird thoughts may enter my brain and I am not afraid to share them.

Some things:

Afab

I'm pretty inactive

I use Pinterest a lot

I will literally never post anything political. Do not assume things about me.

linkies:

Character Hub: https://characterhub.com/profile/CharcoalBasic

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/sharpiesmellsgd711/

Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@Charcoalbasic

Dead devientart: https://www.deviantart.com/charcoalbasic

[eggy-the-boy]

"Friends don't look at friends that way" I think some of you just need to be nicer to your friends.

[cephydeluxe]

good lird i have followwe re ss

[shotmrmiller]

military issued wife but you didn't know that using the "dating app" your friend brought up once in idle talk would end with you in an office with a (signed) marriage license on the desk, actively not looking at your 'husband', the burly lummox with a skull mask who's dwarfing the chair he can barely fit in.

you'd thought it'd be like tinder. a potential dating site. as in messaging on the app, getting to know each other, exchanging personal numbers before going on a date. not marriage. not opening your front door expecting it to be your door dasher and instead it's him with a rucksack in one hand and duffel in the other.

he'd looked down his thick nose at you, grunted a quiet, "not bad", and pushed past as if you were a swinging door to a saloon. what the fuck had he been doing there? you'd only spoken a couple of times with him and left on read for the some of it. you'd chosen to move on, try to match with someone else but the app had stopped working (you couldn't swipe right or left anymore) so you'd just put it on the back burner. you had better things to worry about than another disappointment of a man then.

except now said disappointment of a overly large man is taking up most of the couch and his legs aren't even all that far apart. and he's at your house. the house you'd never sent him the address to. as a matter of fact, you'd received a text from an unknown number earlier that had said someone would be home in a few. you'd ignored it thinking it was a wrong number situation but now you're sure it was him. how he got your phone number is also a mystery.

you'd tried to argue. to threaten him with the cops. to get him out and away, far fucking away, but he'd only scooped you up and let you pelt his broad back with your fists. chuckled low in his throat while he smacked your arse to keep still. "i'd hate to drop m'wife."

whatever fight you had he ate right out of you with the heels of your feet digging into the large curve of his shoulders and his hands curled around the back of your thighs. maybe it's because it'd been a while but he'd played your body like an instrument and had you bucking your hips against his tongue, slick coating his face in minutes. (your cheeks burn furiously hot when you think back on what he'd said then. "tight little thing 'nd you've only taken my two fingers." it's flattering, sue you.)

he'd lapped at your sodden cunt until you had overstimulation clumping your lashes together, inner thighs tender from the bristles of his shorn hair and unshaven jaw, your palm on the crown of his head having both pulled him to you and pushed him away.

and then he'd wiped your release with the back of his hand, thumbed the swollen flesh of your bottom lip and rumbled that it's time for bed.

which eventually led to you being here. in front of a man he calls Price, a marriage certificate unlike any you've ever glanced upon, a large gloved hand curled snugly around your leg, fingers grazing a little too close to where he'd left aching and swollen just yesterday.

you're reading the terms and conditions of anything from here on forward. even the fine print.

and then soap comes around and plants a seed in his head of him planting a seed in you :/ at least you can tell your nosy ass aunt that at least you've got a man while she's on her 4th divorce on thanksgiving 💅🏼

[rookanisstuff]

“tell me this ends with me asleep in your arms”

[spkyart]

Specialist

[coachpurseandacracklighter]

Misty Copsey | International Missing Persons Wiki | Fandom

[zebratimw]

"All those empty rooms

We could have been anywhere, anywhere else

Instead, I made a bed with apathy

My heart knew the weight

Ten years worth of dust and neglect

We made our peace with weariness and let it be..."

(Song: The Moon will Sing by the Crane Wives)

[kitsunesakii]

🚨OLD ART ALERT🚨

[bamgelli]

had to dig up the login for this account 💀

[ruubesz-draws]

Just doodle

Minus One: Sneak 100