#aeinsof

[airxn]

same meme; have you ever told a funny little lie. a little whoopsie oopsie. a little smelly smell that smells. smelly.

is luri guilty - mun meme.

Hmm... actually no! If I do lie maybe it's something like saying I'm busy when actually I'm just so tired that I go wehhh and lie... like a liar. But otherwise, I morally find no point in lying online because it isn't productive and not in my nature.

#Luri Response. #Ask. #aeinsof #( maybe in irl cases cus i can name a few #but that was to stop my ex from trying to manipulate me SO #it was a lie used to save myself and others rAHH )

[empcrer]

u needd to change your life styles or you might pass away :(

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰. An aura of confusion comes to pass, but it's a slight annoyance that remains in its wake. Why does such a phrase fester old memories– memories that are still locked behind the shroud of partialism.

Much of it he can recall. Balduran's willful and arrogant personality will forever be woven into the fibers of his being. That much he doesn't mind. It's what he still can't pick apart without manifesting a headache that he can't stand.

So he'll need to reflect later on this sentiment.

He swirls his almost empty cup of wine. The soft hum of the Astral Plane weaving a thread of contemplation between them. Perhaps...

" No. " The illithid dumps his remaining wine over the leech's head. He will not entertain such possibilities.

#Ask. #aeinsof #Act 3. #( i was gonna reply with the last para #but then his muse gripped me by the balls )

[bleedinghearth]

[weird horse girl incoming]

"'appreciate a dragon'? nay, SLAY the foul beast!" hit. hit. hit. hit. hit. hit.

He's loafing. The poking and whacking of a lance against his haunch and, slowly, against his abdomen, shoulder, and then chest, eventually become too much to tolerate any longer, and he lunges out to try and snag the offending zealot in his jaws.

#IC #ask; #aeinsof #V: Grimm's Dragon

[collectalong]

❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

also miss tilly says hi :3

HI TIWWYYY HI TILLY !!!!!

oh god uhh yknow something? the persona series! i literally couldnt stand it for a good bit thanks to an old friend group i had and their interpretations of the media, and while some of their ideas i actually like, a lot of their views on the like. WAY the stories work in the games? including EVERYTHING about persona 5! i felt was so incorrect when i actually sat down to experience it... especially p4's ad.a.chi. they turned his ass into a catboy. I know.

i think tumblr rp has felt so insular compared to other mediums of rp. back then it was pretty common to get anons and stuff but now im lucky to even get one! i sorta miss that. had some great development moments for fern when he had his own blog :( guess coming up w questions is tough so i can't blame anyone lmao

#☆ caught me! ( ooc ) #☆ summon the huntsman! ( answered asks ) #aeinsof

[revunant]

[nothing there - dog shaped object. someone please come pick up their dog. it's so nasty.]

in the dark, something stands on three limbs, bent in a crouch beside an overturned trash can. too large to be a coyote, too small for a bear, its form is somewhat middling and compressed as the lack of clear light obscures it in longer shadows. as it shifts and moves around, there’s an occasional somewhat muffled snap followed by wet, sloshing splashes across the ground, not too dissimilar to an overturned jug of milk spilling across a table before it falls on a tiled floor. it rumbles, twitches, expelling air from a mouth in a sound partway between a growl and sigh.

one limb moves, rises briefly before slamming down on the bin loudly, pushing away as it rips a larger mass of trash out. though it shreds bits of plastic and rot apart with ease, whatever it eats simply falls right through it - another bite, snap, and splash follows suit as shadowed masses fall from what could be assumed to be its abdomen. it is not shy nor is it any bit quiet, goal-focused as it practically destroys the trash bin and everything within it.

it is very good at making a mess, that much is obvious. perhaps it needs to be chased away with a broom- or someone needs to call animal control.

Jean spends far too long darkening the doorway, weighing up his options, and asking himself which is the lesser evil: animal control, or the thing feasting in the alley? The apartment he’s currently haunting is new to him — as is the city it’s in. Not many landlords are willing to rent without a background check, a guarantor, and a minimum term, let alone to a guy with no legal income, and no documentation that indicates he even exists. He doubts anything going on in this building is above-board.

So, he thinks, maybe the trash monster out back is normal. Maybe it’s here every night. Maybe it’s one of the tenants.

The thought doesn’t stop him from wincing with every throatful of meal that slaps wetly against the ground, cartons and old meat and rotten plant matter. It’s been hot; surely the can’s contents should be inedible to anything with tastebuds. (The pause between this observation and the realisation that the beast doesn’t seem to have a stomach, why would it have tastebuds, is longer than Jean would like to admit.)

After what probably amounts to several entrees worth of trash, he ducks back into the foyer — it’s not much of a foyer, more like the gutted-out remains of what used to be another ground-floor apartment. The rear might have once been a laundry room, vacant holes in the wall that might once have held waste water hoses, bare bulb just about screwed in, greasy tiles on the floor. There’s a Swiffer against the wall; that’s all Jean cares about. He takes it in both hands, takes a breath, and steps outside.

“Oi!” It’s about now that he remembers he’s got a Colt strapped against his ribs, and his weapon of choice is a mop. Choking back his embarrassment (and hoping the misjudgement doesn't get him killed), he takes a few assertive strides forward, brandishing the Swiffer like a quarterstaff. “Go on, get the fuck out of here.”

#terrible! i love it! #┆ic. #┆answered. #VERSE┆undefined. #aeinsof

[korck]

the beast is here. the beast sees you. the beast desires... your face!!

SHE ATTACKA !

Oaki wiggles his nubs and tries to swat back at the kitty-cat!! " No, NO!! " He has to go into full defense mode... time to–

" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! "

#Ask. #aeinsof #( NAAAUUGHTTYYY )

[wolfvirago]

definitely on anon- i know we don't really write at all (and that's 100% on me for not being active and reaching out!); just wanted to say i've always enjoyed watching and reading your stuff from the sidelines. big thumbs up for your OC(s) and all the love you've put into your crafts. hoping you are having a good day :3 ❤️

Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me. [accepting]

;; that's cheating--

Nah, all good. Please don't feel a rush to write!! I only just started being more active because I'm unemployed, so it's really more of an abnormality that I'm here.

I'm happy you think I do well! It means a lot to know folks read my threads even if they're not involved... Makes this feel more public rather than private.

Please don't hesitate to reach out, friendo!!

#aeinsof #;your local shibe ryn (ooc) #;letters delivered (asks)

[cogsdotink]

hey. all of the crew's opinions on ordinary sausage videos. right neow

LET’S SAUSAGE!

ALTON:

“...Huh.”

“More than just one kind-a frontier, eh? Reckon I’ll have to start gettin' into culinary estate…”

BUCK:

“YETH! YETH!” He cackled as he pulled out an oversized stock-pot from seemingly nowhere. Already conveniently filled with gasoline, too.

“Now THITH ith cooking! Not knowin’ what you’re gonna get, jutht throwin’ in whatcha can and let fate dethide if it tathteth any good?! It’th geniuth! It’th inthpired! I wanna try! I wanna try!”

He promptly threw in a lit match.

CHIP:

“...”

“...I don’t get it, they’re just wasting biofuel materials -”

- -- B O O M ! !

“...”

“...Buck.” He said to the torso laying in the middle of his office. The one that just got in from the huge blast-hole in the left wall.

“Hiya, Chippy!” The torso waved back.

#aeinsof #(D:) Users / ID_8221 / ic #(D:) Users / ID_8221 / ask #(D:) Users / ID_77777 / ic #(D:) Users / ID_77777 / ask #(D:) Users / ID_07429 / ic #(D:) Users / ID_07429 / ask #easily top 10 asks of all time holy fuck leech

[paradisecursed]

(from hunter) i just wanted to help you.

@aeinsof / unplotted. / part 1. 

It stunned him to silence. 

He blinked, &. now once again more man than rage he found himself staring down into the wide eyes of his younger guest. Immediately was his attention drawn to the taut twitch of the boy’s frown; face scrunched into a mask of militaristic stoicness. Thick brows were furrowed, as if to pretend that there was no panic in those unblinking eyes, even as their edges began to glisten. As if the lord Darcia couldn’t smell it.

Heels clicked the tile as Darcia stepped back. The boy’s chest was puffed out, holding close the breath he’d dare not let go - save for the short, jack-rabbiting huffs that forced their way out his nose. He watched racing beads of sweat adorn his neck, strangling a swallow the boy was trying to force down. The lord Darcia found his own throat burning in kind. 

The taste of copper &. spittle poured in from the corners of his mouth.

He looked down &. noted the vine-esque locks of willow-gold hair that threatened to wrap themselves around his feet. Glancing up again, he bore witness to the maw of an open door at the boy’s back, threatening to swallow him whole. 

A shaky breath of realization escaped the wolf king’s lips.

“...How could you possibly have known,” He relented, voice hoarse. A hand came up to grope his temples, dragging down &. leaving faint pink lines in his skin as it fell. “Forgive me. Your uncle - …”

His voice died on his lips. The illustrious, vaulted walls of her sickroom enunciated the crinkle of his tightening, trembling fists.

“Do not enter this room again.”

#aeinsof #{ aeinsof | hunter } ;; roam the earth with me for life. #ic . #ask . #v0 . #verbal abuse implied cw #child abuse implied cw #not premeditated nor even intentionally really - but still very much so. #grieving rich men at the end of the world. they're like that. #darcia being a mostly held back if not gentle guy until he snaps and then becomes horrifically violent in the throes of his despair. #drives me nuts. every time.

[airxn]

Have you ever found yourself unconsciously doing the facial expressions that your muse is doing while you write?

is luri guilty - mun meme.

Actually no, but when I'm showering and having that maladaptive daydreaming fun time, I will sometimes voice out scenarios, and facial expressions will peep into that really subtly. Otherwise, I don't do silly expressions when I write.

#Luri Response. #Ask. #aeinsof #( i blackout and suddenly words appear! )

[lovedrain]

"two years later and you haven’t changed." hey. explodes.

200 LINES.

There it is.

A split-second fracture; the briefest moment of the pyre-light catching the skin in just a way where it shimmered like chitin. His nose was scrunched just so; chin tilted a bit too upright. His lips were pursed, taut. The specification of years in particular seemed to nearly coax it into a sneer.

Indignation didn’t fit quite right on his face. He opened his mouth to speak.

But the hungry flames jumped for the night sky, and his expression is back on the cusp of spiraling terror. Wide eyes glittered with the gold of potential, red-rimmed and puffy.

“I - it’s HARD!” he shot back instead. Fists clenched hard enough to bruise, he dared to step forward and into her space.

“As right a - as you are, as much as I want to be what you need me to be, I can’t just up and stomach… THIS!” He gestured to the cleansing fire, spewing its acrid smoke and washing them in the holy ashes of the wicked - smited. He could only bear to acknowledge it for a moment, before casting his gaze away with such furor that the locks of his hair danced like sacred ribbons in the orange glow.

He relaxed his grip.

“I… I’m not as brave as you,” he relented.

He shrunk back then, casting a sideways glance as he rubbed at his sleeve. A baby bird, retreating into its shattered eggshell. The fire’s shadows made him smaller.

He’d be so perfectly, delectably vulnerable like this.

(Your queen decides when we’re done playing this game. Not you.)

#aeinsof #ic . #ask . #v0 . #ཐིཋྀ aeinsof | kromer. as sweet as arsenic; sugar to the point of sick. #this yuri fucking sucks dog.

[morttodea]

who turgled

TURGLING INTENSIFIES, THEY'RE THE ONE WHO TURGLES AT NIGHT!!~ Will turgle at you from behind the corner and make you look over the shoulder! They turgled!! no more hiding!

#active roachie #aeinsof #I was just about to type them running off but bor's turgling gotten louder; #I had to-

[bleedinghearth]

what would you do if you had tits thicker than your ribcage, AND YPU WERE IN MARRIAGE COURT??

"...I feel like having large flight muscles kind of counts, but what even constitutes the definition of "tit" in this context? Does it need to have a nipple? Functioning mammary glands? Also, why am I in marriage court? What did Jean do?"

#IC #ask #aeinsof #I HAD TO ANSWER IT IC I'M SORRY

[collectalong]

i think. if you lived in a world where vampires were the most recently installed dlc, you would also be talking about them a lot.

dont tempt me........ (has actually thought of musing marcy......whatevar.......)

#☆ caught me! ( ooc ) #☆ summon the huntsman! ( answered asks ) #aeinsof #ive also considered peebs #but shes no vamp

[sapphirestcr]

♡ hi. gaismagorm in the ffffucking. sweaty gamer basement.

Hello Gaismagorm its friend Gaismagorm :) Giving every funny leech a kissie on the forehead (?).

#aeinsof

[cogsdotink]

morgana. in the walls. in the vents. kitty's Lookin for shiny things to steal. look out

Even the go-getters who get the most got gotta get a lazy day sometimes, and today suited him mighty fine. Legs kicked up against the control panel, Alton was content to stuff his face with screws as he watched the blurry little images of toons scamper around across a dozen screens. He’d be getting a hoot out of watching a sad toon lay face-down in the playground, when… he heard it.

Thwmp. Whmf.

“What in tarnation…? -”

Sitting up, he reached for the remote he’d stuff into his snack bucket. He grumbled, shaking out some loose bolts that got stuck in the buttons. Flick - flick - switching through channels ‘til he got to the vent cameras, which was a very normal and logical location for a cog to install surveillance. 

The ducts filled every screen. 

The remote dropped out of his hand, clattering somewhere far away.

“-THERE’S A SNAKE IN MY VENT!” Alton shrieked, jumping to his feet.

He raced for the controls in a shower of screws. The bucket hit some lamp or other - he didn’t know. In the middle of the panel, with a plastic cover, was the biggest, brightest, and reddest button this side of the boatyard. He near ripped the cover off and slammed it with all his might.

The control panel was looking a little more… concave than usual as a hidden drawer popped out from under it. On it? A single button - one with a label. 

PRESS HERE, it began, TO FILL EVERY PIPE, VENT, DUCT, WIRE, TUBE, SINK, FRIDGE, PRINTER, FAX MACHINE, INKWELL, WATERCOOLER, CUP, AND MUG WITH OTHERWISE UNPROFITABLE PETROL SLUDGE.

He smashed that button so hard that it broke in half.

#aeinsof #(D:) Users / ID_8221 / ic #(D:) Users / ID_8221 / ask #he got that texan brain.