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Longk #Pubg

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[sclitvde]

If I didn’t make Nyn a big ole godzilla- headed gorl, I think she’d look like Caraxes </3

#ooc.musings #longk

[ariadne-mouse]

Hey remember when Essek cast Tether Essence for the first time in the campaign and it was to tie two giant eyeballs together like freaky arcane bolas... clutch move

#tether essence: sexy in more than one way #c2e140 #critical role #essek thelyss #c2 #op #is it obvious I haven't gotten to 141 in my rewatch? lol #i have actually never rewatched it before #that thing is Longk #but.... soon

[inun4ki]

Get to Know Me !

Name: Taro ! I've had many pennames over the years though, oh jesus too many.

Pronouns: They/Them, but I don't really care what you use.

Preference of communication: I use a combination of disco & tumblr IMs. I don't actually have a preference between the two and, as a general rule, I don't particularly like giving out my disco for any reason. I'm a very private person and I don't like the idea of being constantly available to everyone 1000% of the time - this extends to both family and my closest friends. It's not personal by any means, it's just. I know how I am ( very forgetful + problems with ADHD + extremely shy & awkward + also something of a chronic oversharer ), so I figure it's probably best for me to stay in my own lane and not bother too many people - even though there are times I desperately want to talk someone's ear off haha As an aside, I do also roleplay on disco and am usually more than happy to make a server and all that stuff.

Name of muse: Shikabane Kaede

Experience/how long (months/years?): It's been 17-18 years altogether I think for roleplay, but I've been writing in general since kindergarten. For a time, I went to art school ( and college ) for creative writing and got straight A's, which I find hilarious because I have zero technical knowledge. You could ask me what something is for sure and I'll look at you like you have 2 heads, I'm sorry haha That being said, I got my start in the W.arrior cats fandom, was there a couple years before moving onto N.aruto, then D.MC, started to really create my own worlds and such, before I found tumblr. Kind of been here ever since, bouncing around a couple of different fandoms ( chiefly D.MC & M.HA, and now J.JK ! ) as well as fandomless parts of the community.

Best experience: I've met so many wonderful people since I started roleplaying on tumblr ! I met possibly the best friends I'll ever have on hellsite, which is honestly why I keep coming back. I recently came back after a long stint away that I truly believed would be permanent, but I hit a massive wall in my fics and decided to come back, see if that got me back on the horse. It has, just not for fic writing r.i.p. I've been having a good time since I got back, so here's to more good experiences and memories !

RP pet peeves/dealbreakers: I don't have too many, honestly. I'm very flexible and tend to go with the flow on most things. Anything I don't want to see or interact with is automatically filtered out or blacklisted, so I'm cool as a cucumber.

Muse preference (fluff, angst or smut?): I torture Kaede for fun, so as you might expect, I really like angst. In fact, I probably like angst more than romance, but when you throw the two together? Get outta here, gimme all of it ! But more than anything, I like to experiment with different subject matter - sometimes, the darker the better - themes and genres. Kaede is ordinarily a very difficult character to get along with, which ironically makes him very well suited to experimentation ( which is, hilariously, doubly ironic because he's a researcher in his original canon ). That being said, I love writing smut and domestic fluff as well. I love it a lot actually. If you're down, I'm down lowkey

Plots or memes: I enjoy both ! It's easier to interact with me via memes, however, as I like to write drabbles more than anything. That being said, I also love to plot ! I'm a sucker for building worlds and storylines and getting all embarrassingly invested to the point I make playlists and doodle our muses together... Yes, gimme gimme.

Long or short replies: I have a tendency to write more than I really need to for any given reply - very much the person who goes overboard, though it's usually because I let Kaede take the reigns and do what he does. God, even for one-liners, I'll end up typing too damn much. I don't expect anyone to match my length, though. A big part of the reason I write so much is honestly because my writing is very character-driven, so I focus a lot on what Kaede is thinking, feeling, smelling, touching, etc etc.

Best time to write: Mostly when the mood strikes me, which used to be very heavily at night from 10pm - 4am. These days, I wake early as hell, so I'll write throughout the day as inspiration comes to me between housework & work-work.

Are you like your muse: Maybe, to a point. Kaede has a problem communicating his feelings and needs, and I have a similar problem, though that was entirely incidental and I didn't realize it until fairly recently despite having had him as a muse for 8ish years. I am also a dumbass and have a tragic backstory full of Bad Things, but I think that's really where the similarities end haha Well, maybe I can also be something of a brat, but I'm mostly squishy in all aspects of life. I'm baby

tagged by: no one ! stole it from @arrachnes

#死/// Mun. #/ longk #/ but me as an rper

[guerraepaz]

❛ We’re not gonna have this conversation again. ❜

ingerir álcool geralmente (todas as vezes) resultava em um comportamento desastroso por parte de yuzi. havia perdido as contas de quantas vezes acordou com milhões de mensagens e ligações, nunca se importava muito, poderia fácilmente culpar outra pessoa por suas ações e palavras. entretanto, naquela manhã a situação era diferente, quando pegou o iwish nada atualizado — e quem poderia culpá-la? não fazia parte de uma das famílias mais ricas do reino —, notou que a dor de cabeça seria o menor dos seus problemas. como pode enviar aquelas mensagens para daudi? deveria ter deletado o número dele há muito tempo. não sabia dizer se uma de suas mensagens em específico lhe aterrorizava mais do que os textos furiosos do rapaz, ao menos o bloqueou, ou aquilo piorava a situação? sua cabeça parecia girar, apenas pensava sobre o assunto enquanto andava em passos lentos pelos corredores da academia. seus olhos castanhos percorriam por todo o local, buscava por alguém em específico, e quando o encontrou, seu coração travou os batimentos por uma fração de segundos, suas pernas paralisaram instantaneamente, sentiam-se congelada presa ao chão, a única coisa proliferando em seu corpo era ansiedade. respirou fundo até criar coragem para andar em direção ao ex-amigo. a verdade é que pensava muito sobre a possibilidade de nunca mais conversar com ele, depois das mensagens, ele poderia nunca mais olhar na cara dela, lhe restando apenas o vazio e um sentimento de culpa inexpugnável em seu peito. — deece… — sua voz saiu quase em um sussurro, yuzi não ousava encarar o rosto alheio, seus olhos continuavam fixos no chão, não sabia dizer se era vergonha ou culpa. — podemos conversar? — as palavras lentas e relutantes pareciam não querer sair de sua garganta, perguntou hesitante, em tom baixo, caso ele quisesse fingir que não ouviu a questão e não precisar se dar o trabalho de responder. a resposta dele, surgiu entretanto. sentiu seu corpo vacilar, seus ombros ficando pesados de repente. sua confiança começou a se desfazer, estava desgastada pelo nervosismo. ela mexeu a boca, mas não formulou palavra alguma, seus lábios se abriam e fechavam. os dedos trêmulos agarraram o tecido do próprio casaco. piscou por alguns momentos, atordoada em silêncio, estava prestes a chorar, e então, em um ato de determinação, abraçou daudi king. o apertou, como se ele pudesse escapar como areia entre seus dedos. — será que nós podemos voltar ao que éramos antes? por favor. — suplicou, da forma mais patética possível entre soluços.

#a saga das asks que se completam & o drama de longking #「 🐉 」 𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗢𝗥 𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗧 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗠𝗘? » ask game #with roareedi

[asirenbyanyothername]

I just recieved my package with my new bras and pants and when i tell you i am fuckin excited

I AM SO FUCKIN EXCITED

#yall think im joking but like I'm so excited for these boulder holders & not to have my damn ankles out every damn day #korean clothes were not made for my tall thicc ass #tatas too fuckin big #thighs too fuckin thicc #shoulders too broad #legs too fuckin longk

[biiscione]

(  FROM HERE  ).  @reynlrunnr

"We don't."

The words echoed from her lips softly, almost inaudibly had it not been for the fact the two were locked in an embrace. Lilac eyes fell upon his dark ones and she reached for his face, gently caressing it before sighing deeply.

"I long for home, too."

Home. Years ago, the crimson colored castle had been her home. She had spent her childhood in bliss within its thick walls, playing and running wild with her siblings. Yet now it felt alien to her - distant and unknown. All traces of the old king and his dozen of children were gone. A new King sat on the throne, a new royal family, a new Princess of Dragonstone lived in what was once her home. And she was little more than a relic of the past, the daughter of a former king and only aunt to the current one.

With each year that passed, her proximity to what had once been home and her station vanished. At times, she felt the cruel hand of time move sharply against her. Though there were times, like these, where she was thankful for its sting. Thankful to be removed from the court and its politics, from the leeches that had descended on her nephew upon her niece's death.

Oh, how much things had truly changed.

"But it is our duty to be here for the King and this... Lady Hightower." There was little she could do to hide her distaste of his soon to be wife. No, there was contempt for the woman in her heart that went back years - back to the reign of her father. And the years had done little to qualm it. Her voice did, however, soften when she spoke of the king. "We must be here for him. If not as the proud Lord and Lady Rowan of Goldengrove, then as his sweet aunt and dear uncle. For Baelon and Alyssa, too. And Daella, and her darling Aemma."

Another deep sigh left her. So many had left her already. Time was cruel.

She forced herself to smile - the same uneasy smile she offered him when she tried to hide her true feelings - and she reached for his hands to hold. "And for the Princess of Dragonstone, too. She is still a babe, my love. Only nine. We shall remain for them and then fly home."

      Lady Rowan need not say a word, lilac hues spell out all the grief and loss that lays heavily on her heart. Rafi takes her hands in his own, thumbs distractedly running along her knuckles. It is unfortunate, in his age, that he has become so accustomed to the sanctuary that he and his princess made in Goldengrove         he forgot the politics of the court. Lord Rowan forgot how inordinate Hightower ambition was; he saw much of it when he was a young lord in the Southmarch. In truth, he is more than untrusting of any dealings with his southern cousins.      Rafi bends, pressing kisses to the knuckles of each hand before stepping from Rhaenyra. Yes, the air here weighs heavily upon one’s shoulders. It was once warm and bright, first dimming with Daella’s passing and more with Alyssa’s, and quieting with Baelon’s. It was with the Conciliator’s death that something sinister tinged the air, and then Aemma         the only torch for Viserys to hold in order to navigate the suffocating dark. Princess Rhaenyra is but a refined candle in the darkness, fighting alone against it. Does the king see it? See her?      What now lays in store for their nephew? His light of a daughter? Lord Rowan didn’t know               Grief exacerbated by duty, he thinks, pacing the stone floor of their chambers. A terrible thing. Guilt lengthens his features as he muses on not knowing the loss, grateful to have a healthy wife and four healthy daughters. He made sure of it, took his maester’s counsel, expressed his concerns with his princess, his wife, the mother of his children. Four daughters were well enough for him, the satisfied father and husband he was. Perhaps he, too, in his grief, would seek counsel from the likes of a Otto Hightower. Perhaps not. No, the Ladies of House Rowan would allow no such thing.        Neither would the Princess of Dragonstone with the king, he wagers, but she is, like Lady Rowan says, but a wee girl. Who will champion for her?       “Hmm,” the ever-musing Lord hums, cutting through the thickness of the air. “I presumed my uneasiness was unjustified, unshared.” Lips part, the following words lingering on his tongue as he keeps his back facing his wife. “Perhaps I put too much stake into sentiments. Perhaps I am getting too old.” He laughs, loud and genuine, like his young self would. “Perhaps I miss the gardens, all of our daughters together, laughing, playing, arguing      ” Lord Rowan faces his wife now, in the patterned shadows of the window’s shutters. “I want to hold them, all four of them, in my arms at once...       Oh Rhaenyra, lover. In my woesome reminiscing, i have neglected you.” Large hands delicately cup her cheeks, thumbs rhythmically running along the length of high cheekbones. “Indeed, our presence is owed to no one but the king and princess. I only wish we could offer more than our courtesies and silent support.” Hands lead her head forward, a kiss being pressed tenderly to the bridge of her nose when it is close enough. “The Princess Rhaenyra shall not be a dragon alone.” What a cruel fate that would be.

#r.rhaenyra #r.asoiaf #r.thread #i love how rhae's beef is deeply personal #and rafi is like 'hmmm well the hig.htowers are annoying so agreed. fuck them.' lol #'she took your place? oh baby she could NEVER' #'you read better baby guaranteed!!!!!!' #tw long post #sorry this is so fucking LONGK

[thephotoclub]

#sharon #longke #Fuji Industrial 100

[skullstarz]

turning 18 in exactly one month lets fucking go

#never thought id make it dis longk

[bluepeachstudios]

Ghost's new height; 6'1" !! Also longk tail for the tail poll from randomly last night. Also more saturated, with a new mask, and his old one around his wrists.

Also, the scar on his inner thigh is from the bite, but I'd literally planned it so far back that I just. Had put it on Ghost's old reference. So. fhgkdhfg

#tmnt #tmnt ghost in the shell #ame art #tmnt 2003 #rottmnt #donatello #tmnt good genes

[yourbeginneranimator]

Longk

#rhythm heaven #Rupert #does anyone actually like Rupert

[amevello-blue]

#no I will not explain

[direwombat]

Wip music monday

Tagged by @inafieldofdaisies, @cassietrn, and @the-silver-chronicles for some musical wip-iness

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton, @adelaidedrubman, @miyabilicious, @g0dspeeed, @josephslittledeputy,@aceghosts, @madparadoxum, @voidika, @strangefable, @jillvalentinesday, @confidentandgood, @wrathfulrook, @trench-rot, and anyone else wanting to share some music that's been inspiring them!

while everyone was listening to hozier's new album this weekend i was also listening to hoziers new album, but i was also going INSANE about shayfer james and kate douglas' musical retelling of beowulf so that's where all these are from. under the cut because hhhhhhh longk sorry

first up is another werewolf au jacob pov song

I watch them through their windows And I stalk them in the street Oh, they don’t see me They satisfy my hunger I wait til they’re asleep Oh, they don’t see me I call this chaos order I call this carnage peace Oh, they don’t see me I’m gonna grab them by their fragile throats They cower at my feet As I start to feed I would rather be a monster than a fool I’m hungry, and I’ve come for you There’s a pile of bones in the corner that I call friends There’s a pile of bones in the corner that I call friends They built those brittle walls in vain They fear my face They know my name There’s a pile of bones in the corner that I call friends

here's a song that gives off big joseph vibes fitting for katc

DO LIES AND EMPTY PROMISES GIVE HOPELESS MEN RELIEF? THIS IGNORANCE, THEIR INNOCENCE WHILE THEY WALK THE WORLD ASLEEP I AM CUNNING, THEY’RE COMPLICIT I AM COMING, THEY DISMISS IT LET THEIR CREATURE COMFORTS BLIND THEM I HAVE COME HERE TO REMIND THEM I AM WAKEFUL I AM WATCHFUL I AM UNAFRAID TO FIGHT I WILL STIR YOU FROM SLUMBER I WILL NEVER SAY GOOD NIGHT I AM WAKEFUL I AM WATCHFUL I AM UNAFRAID TO FIGHT I WILL TEAR YOU FROM YOUR TREASURES I WILL NEVER SAY GOOD NIGHT WE’RE ALL GUILTY OF SOMETHING FOR EVERY GIFT THERE IS A SIN IT DEPENDS ON WHERE YOU’RE STANDING WHERE YOU ARE AND WHERE YOU’VE BEEN WE’RE ALL GUILTY OF SOMETHING CUTTING CORNERS, CASTING STONES WE ARE NONE OF US IMMORTAL WE ARE ALL OF US ALONE WE’RE ALL GUILTY OF SOMETHING FOR EVERY GIVE THERE IS A TAKE WE PRETEND TO LOVE THE VICTIMS OF THE CHOICES THAT WE MAKE WE’RE ALL GUILTY OF SOMETHING EITHER PAST OR PRESENT TENSE WHO WILL SAVE YOU FROM YOUR SHADOW? WHO WILL COME TO YOUR DEFENSE? WE’RE ALL GUILTY OF SOMETHING FOR EVERY WRONG THERE IS A RIGHT YOU’LL MAKE ANY LIE A LULLABY IF IT HELPS YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT WE’RE ALL GUILTY OF SOMETHING EVERY DAY THIS QUIET WAR I AM HERE TO WAKE YOU UP I AM OPENING THIS DOOR

and a bonus duet that has big joe preaching to his flock energy that is also inspiring katc

[THE FATHER] ANOTHER HEATHEN THEY’VE RECRUITED THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT THAN THE REST SHE COMES IN WAR, SHE COMES LIKE THUNDER WE’LL LOSE WHATEVER WE HAVE LEFT SO YOU MUST DO THIS FOR YOUR [FATHER] .... [THE FATHER AND EDEN'S GATE] THEY’RE HATEFUL, THEY’RE HEARTLESS THEY SAY WE’RE THE ENEMY I’M ALL THAT YOU’VE GOT WE ARE BLOOD, WE ARE FAMILY IF YOU DON’T STRIKE FIRST SHE’LL TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME [THE FATHER] WHAT I LOVE ABOUT YOU SON YOU ALWAYS DO AS YOU SAY THEY MEAN TO TAKE IT ALL AWAY THEY WON’T TAKE IT ALL AWAY [EDEN'S GATE] [FATHER], I WILL KEEP YOU SAFE I’LL BE YOUR EYES AND YOUR PROTECTOR THEY HAVE NO BUSINESS IN THIS PLACE EXCEPT TO SATISFY OUR HUNGER [FATHER] I WILL KEEP YOU SAFE NO, I WILL NOT BE AFRAID I’LL RUIN ALL THAT THEY’VE CREATED I WILL TAKE IT ALL AWAY BOTH THEY’RE HATEFUL, THEY’RE HEARTLESS THEY SAY WE’RE THE ENEMY I’M ALL THAT YOU’VE GOT WE ARE BLOOD, WE ARE FAMILY [THE FATHER] IF YOU DON’T STRIKE FIRST SHE’LL TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME NO ONE IS GOING TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME

#Spotify #wip music monday #wip: kneeling at the crossroads #wip: the horror and the wild #i'm sorry these lyrical snippets are so long it's just that....the whole song...THE WHOLE SONG #THE WHOLE ALBUM TBH #AND THE PERFORMANCE OF IT IS ON YOUTUBE #i'm sorry i'm just. obsessed

[inun4ki]

"It's like a bloodbath."

gore starters /// accepting!

"...It could've been worse." A false comfort.

His tone was harsh - broken by exhausted rasps and the heave of his breaths, but harsh nonetheless. Evidence of combined experience soon bled into his ever-creasing expression as he glared hollow daggers into a pool of discolored blood, his mind defensively blocking out all the mangled body parts and stringy viscera strewn about the near-pitch alleyway. He couldn't find it within himself to catalogue every piece of visual data lying before him, couldn't fathom how much human life had been wasted until, at last, a jujutsu sorcerer or two would show up to save the day.

Always too little, too late.

Fingers fluttered over his cheekbones, smearing away a few drops of blood, a cold stoicism overtaking him now. It was a strange feeling, the emptyness that pervaded; He'd never fought alongside Nanami Kento before, and he was, plainly, disappointed in his performance. Nanami had handled things as expertly as he'd expected, but Kaede slipped up somewhere, somehow, and it'd resulted in a minor event transforming into something vastly more taxing - unrecognizable, littered with garbage, and teeming with the very clear results of his personal failure.

Too much blood, not enough time. He hadn't reacted quickly enough. Never before had he embarrassed himself and failed to protect others as he had now, and he was viciously torn between genuine remorse and his wounded pride. So, in an effort to remove himself, hide his shame and indignity and save them both some time, bare feet carried him toward the mouth of the alley.

What right did he have? None. It was best that he not linger just there. Withdrawn, the weight of his failure as a person and a sorcerer heavy on his shoulders, he pried his cellphone from his sleeve and cleared his throat. His thoughts had turned against him, addled with grief and frustration and all that came with each, and for a brief moment, he forced himself to think of Nanami.

To consider him.

"Ara, Nanami-senpai... Go home. I'll take care of the rest," he rasped lowly, hoping to shave off another half hour of Nanami's work night. It was the least he could do. After all, they wouldn't have as much of a mess to clean up if Kaede hadn't fumbled.

#死/// Inquiries. #死/// A Survivor's Nightmare. #/ *gestures* he's embarrassed and hyperfocusing on the incorrect things #/ siduhfsdf #long post / #/ lol longk

[homosexual-having-tea]

Longk boop.......

[beepvoid]

Longk :3

#art #artists on tumblr #oc art #digital aritst #digitalart #artwork #warriors oc #oc #warrior cats oc #oc artwork #mrs legs for days