"Never coming home—"

"—and all the things that you never ever told me, and all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me." ---------------------------------------- Independent Non-Fandom OC. Dark-Fantasy Genre. Semi-Private. ---------------------------------------- Tracking— aestusincerti

[aestusincerti]

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡SƎΛ˥Ǝ

[aestusincerti]

{Here is the blog for Omen.  I will be over there until the rework on this blog is done.}

[aestusincerti]

{[Edit: Omen is now confirmed.  If I receive no answers, y'all are getting him so I can cause some Halloween havoc.]

Alright, my inactivity yesterday was unintended, but it did give me some time to think about a few things that have been bothering me.

I'm seriously contemplating pulling this blog down for a bit while I rework Sui, as well as her world and story.  I've recently been punched in the face by a good bit of inspiration (and a fantastic new writing/organization program that I can use like an encyclopedia ohohoho~), so I'm going to tear everything down (again) and build it back up using something I've realized so that I'm finally satisfied with a story that holds my passions despite the shallow bull crap you dick anons keep whining about.  ("Blind characters are unrelatable" my frikkin' fat arse.)

I may or may not return under the same url or blog, and I'm already predicting that I'll either gain or lose new followers after this.  At this point, I don't even care.  I didn't dream my characters, world, or stories to satisfy all your little individual quirks and irks.  If you don't like the changes, then leave; don't come into my inbox and be a jerk about it.  I'm done putting up with it.

In the mean time, I'll be throwing up a blog for one of my other OCs so I can keep roleplaying with you bbus and causing mass havo-I mean spreading love through your inboxes.  However, I'm going to let you guys decide which OC I'll throw a blog up for.  For this and only this, I'm turning anon back on for some honest opinions.  Be warned, if I receive a single anon who can't be a big boy and let me do what the hell I want with my blog, it's being disabled again.  Seriously, grow up.  Just because I'm nice and I struggle with depression doesn't mean I'm your doormat.

That aside, here's the list of OCs (which is short based on those I have inspiration for and the fact that most of my OCs are from Reminiscence, the world being reimagined, so I'm sorry):

Hymnia — The She-Wolf, A Beast In Disguise || Hymnia is a shapeshifter based upon the oldest myths of lycanthropy, long before weaknesses to silver and moonlit transformations became the norm.  She is neither man nor beast, and over her many years has both been revered as a guardian and condemned as a witch.

Riisa — The Cursed, A Girl With No Heart || Riiisa was never meant to be born.  Her father despises her very existence and has even attempted to remove her numerous times.  This intense hatred he holds for something he sees as solely an accident manifested, a negativity so strong it infected Riisa's soul.  Though perfectly human on the outside, her soul has become a cursed monster; Riisa is incapable of feeling emotion.

Nyx — The Silent, She Bit The Hand That Feeds || A mute assassin, Nyx has no clearly defined gender, and toys with under-cities as a hobby.  She harbors a dark aura with a sentience of its own, but remains ignorant to the risk it poses to her.  Although she may not speak, this doesn't prevent her from expressing her attitude.  (Nyx accepts either gender pronoun, but prefers female.  Not that she can tell you that.)

Omen — The Harberinger, A Shadow Walker || This babe is still up in the air; Hopefully in time for Halloween, Omen is a beast that clings to the darkness, playing in shadows at his own whim.  Black cats are his companions, so let the superstitious beware.

The decision is up to you guys.  (If you pick Omen, please give a second option just in case.)  Let me know, okay?}

[lifesanemotionalrollercoaster]

If this gets 120,000 notes I will try out for American Idol singing The Krusty Krab Pizza

[chula-loves-deactivated20170123]

Sometimes I felt like the ocean; beautiful and dangerous. But mostly, alone.

(via seasonalbuds)

[applecherry108]

A character can still be a great character without being a good person.

In fact, some of the best characters are terrible people.

Because a character’s worth should be based on how complex and interesting they are, not their morality if they were real.

[aestusincerti]

~

[faesylveon-deactivated20191106]

how well do your followers know you?

[aestusincerti]

Fill this out in my ask box! One point for every correct answer. Ten points total. I’ll reply with your total score!

First name: Nickname: Age: Gender: Sexual Orientation: Nationality: Relationship status: Likes: Dislikes: Random fact:

[aestusincerti]

Aquae: Alright babe you ready for this

The Bae: ???

Aquae: SO LONG MOTHA HEFFAH

-sprints out from behind cover, swiftly leaps into the air, and punches boss in the crotch-

-boss bursts into flames, disintegrating-

The Bae: ...

You just punched the boss in the dick.

Aquae: ...

I was out of ammo.

The Bae: ...

You are a dick.

[rpsentencestarters]

Send "Can I kiss you?" to see how my muse responds.

[breakingmacy-deactivated2012040]

Write a Headcanon about my character

[aestusincerti]

If it’s good, it will become official.

[aestusincerti]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

[vampiregerards]

do you ever realize that your followers aren’t just a number

they’re real people with jobs and pets and possibly an annoying neighbor

like

you have real people who like you

wow

[aestusincerti]

I am always wanting to write Rated R material threads but I’m never sure of who would be comfortable doing so. Can roleplayers please reblog this post if you are fully comfortable writing mature subjects in your threads? { Blood, Gore, Rape, Murder, Alcohol and drug use, Hack&Slash etc. } I’d like to find out by this post who IS comfortable with these types of roleplays rather than making someone uncomfortable just by asking. Thank you!

[nortreport]

Multiple Accounts on Tumblr: gmail trick

A lot of RPers have multiple blogs, and as any sane RPer will tell you, sideblogs just don’t cut it. But dealing with a dozen separate email address can be awful—and what if you forget your password? Well! You’re fucked! So, I thought I’d reshare something that I saw on my dash forever ago, but can’t find the original link, so here’s the gist of it:

You can use one gmail account for all your blogs.

All you have to do is put your gmail account, followed by a +(character) before the @gmail.com part. With the “(character)” being whatever you want the loggin for that character to be.

For example, my gmail account is KaishunPyre. So, I have this blog on “[email protected]”, reforza on “[email protected]”, and uniqchi on “[email protected]”. All the email for all these blogs goes to my KaishunPyre gmail. All blog updates, all confirm accounts, etc. It’s really useful to keep things organized, as I used to struggle to remember which email I used with what account. Hopefully this helps! 

[roleplayerscoffeeshop]

I’m sorry for not getting around to queueing any of the submissions sitting in the ask recently.

To be perfectly honest, I’m beginning to have some conflicted feelings about this blog.

Read More

[aestusincerti]

"How old are you?"

          "Uhm..."  Of all the things he could have asked, it was a question she couldn't answer.  Even if she could, the boy was human; honesty was out of the question.  He'd believe she was lying anyway.

          Such an innocent prod now felt like an iron cage.  An answer was necessary for the sake of manners, but finding a suitable return was a strain.  It may have been too apparent in her pause, her troubled brow, how the bird at her shoulder shifted at notice of her unease.  A tiny hope surfaced as she pondered, remembering something she had heard other women say.  "...how old do I look to you?"