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I’M GONNA KILL YOU!
Private Selective Penned by Kae
UPDATE regarding Giveaway || @suitsofarmor @demandsacrifice @hungryeyesx @druiddescended
okay so I’m still working on the icons from the giveaway, the promos will be done tonight, but the icons might take awhile given I have a shit ton to make. I’ll probably send them to you in batches of 20.
"You look incredibly like my big brother." Came a soft voice behind the blond. Quiet baby blue orbs looked over the strange with curiosity. "Hello."
@wings-and-ties
♛ — At the sound of an unfamiliar voice, the ORIGINAL turned. A few seconds ago, he had been alone, he was sure of it. He hadn’t heard any footsteps or caught the SCENT of any other vampire. “I assure you, I am not.” Sharp blue eyes narrowed at the other male curiously and cautiously. “Who are you, BOY?”
cryptbcund:
#promo #what a leg mate #what a leg #it may look like leg but trust me it’s not #anyway a+ writer and shitposter kae is great
listen @vxmpireprxject stop exposing me as a shitposter okay I’m trying to keep a low profile so people will think I’m serious god charley this is why we can’t have nice things
I am,,,insulted
plus you roleplayed with a hat
a hat, kae
I’ll go to your jerry blog, shit post central
LISTEN THAT HAT WAS OUT OF LINE IT TRAUMATIZED ARTHUR and puh-lease, Jerry’s blog is the DEFINITION of innocent.
#promo #what a leg mate #what a leg #it may look like leg but trust me it's not #anyway a+ writer and shitposter kae is great
listen @vxmpireprxject stop exposing me as a shitposter okay I’m trying to keep a low profile so people will think I’m serious god charley this is why we can’t have nice things
My name is Death
and the end is here
Regarding my Group Verse starter calls If there’s more than one GV listed in the tags Please let me know which one you want the starter for Some I can guess for but others I can’t If it isn’t specified, I’m not going to do it, plain and simple.
Mood drop -__- Will be putting shit into the queue or just into drafts where I’ll finish them tomorrow Doubt I’ll be doing much on any of my blogs tonight Utter shit TM
you shall PAY for your trespasses in blood
Me: *gets ready to go to bed*
Me: *has to get up in four hours*
Me: *sees my favorite rp partner respond to one of our threads*
Me: fuk sleep gotta respond
we’re S H I T T Y people.
———- it’s been that way for a long time…
@suitsofarmor liked for group verse starter
♛ — A FUNERAL HOME was rather fitting for his son’s occupation on earth. He was practically a funeral director in the Underworld, this was a more modernized version (in his mind anyway). Dragging his index finger over the dark lid of a coffin, CRONUS couldn’t help the slight twitch of a SMIRK that spread across his lips. He wasn’t a family man, not by a long shot, but Hades was probably the one he hated less. The footsteps behind him alerted him of his sons arrival.
“I’m almost pleased to see how close you have remained to your occupation in the Underworld. Quite fitting, truly. I presume BUSINESS is going smoothly? If not, I could always provide you with some CLIENTS.” It would certainly give him an excuse to let some of his anger out.
cryptbcund:
@bourbonandheels
CRONUS DIDN’T LIKE VISITORS, especially unexpected ones. Having spent a lot of time in the pit, he wanted to enjoy his new freedom, and not waste his time playing house guest to whichever DEITY decided to show up. While he had nothing against Persephone, he was in no mood to ENTERTAIN her. Keeping his back to her, Cronus poured himself a glass of wine, it had quickly become a favorite of his during his time on Earth. He found it to be a lot sweeter than the wine he used to drink.
“To what do I owe the DISPLEASURE of your visit?”
He wasn’t going to ask how she found him, frankly, he didn’t care. “Come to BORE me with your tales of the Underworld?”
Persephone enjoyed the marvelous city of Paris a great deal, but the welcome she received at the dethroned Titan’s home needed an adjustment. Even in a foreign land, she was royalty, especially to subjects of the Underworld. “Now, is that any way to greet your queen?” He had about thirty seconds to correct his attitude before her generous benevolence wore thin, unless he was trying to provoke her.
She strolled across the room, past him. “Let me assume you’ve had a terrible day, otherwise you might start to hurt my feelings, Cronus.” She paused there and her head tilted to the side as if these were casual thoughts merely given voice. “Then I might get angry,” Persephone continued in a rueful sigh. “And who knows what might happen next?”
♛ — “I care not for greetings, girl.” He scoffed, turning to face away from her. Walking to the large window, he raised the glass to his lips, taking a small sip before he cast a glance back at the deity. “All my days can be considered TERRIBLE, it’s quite RARE I find myself in a mood where I lack the urge to cause some chaos.” Eyes flickered back to the view before them.
“Feel free to get angry, I might just ENCOURAGE it, but this hardly explains why you’ve chosen to bother me instead of that husband of yours. Have a little SPAT?” What he wouldn’t give to see his children tear each other apart. It would certainly be a nice source of entertainment for him on the days where he wasn’t motivated to do much.
@cryptbcund
“Bound by primordial entity entwined, thy hands within mine own genteel breast. I who hold the sky, I who whisper “Cans’t thou see the North Star there yonder? Follow the heart of dear Coeus.” I bound in Tartarus’ immortal grasp, I who slew mine Father’s tree in cold blood I, titan.”
Lukas ran his fingers over the final word before closing the book and gently prying his glasses from the edge of his nose. He looked to address the class at large.
“Tomorrow, a position paper analyzing the excerpt. No hints, but I’ll say this. Why is it written in mostly iambic pentameter? Speak of the Elizabethan fascination with the Greeks. I’ll collect it next class. Merci beaucoup.”
Students filed out in droves. Lukas found himself watching them, reminded of souls passing through Hades. As they would, too, someday. Before he turned to begin the arduous process of wiping the chalkboard, a figure entering the lecture theatre caught his eye. He turned pointedly, replaced his glasses upon their perch, and began collecting his books.
“I didn’t think you would accept my invitation, little brother. There was no response, no acknowledgement… Do you hurt me on purpose?”
♛ — He had been nothing more than RELUCTANT with accepting his older siblings invitation. It was no secret he wasn’t on the best of terms with the MAJORITY of his family, his siblings being no exception to this. Instead of replying to the invite, he decided to ignore it. There was nothing that irritated him more than small FAMILY REUNIONS.
It was only when he found himself with nothing to do did he decide to consider his older brothers invitation. Yet still, he made no contact. He wasn’t one to announce his arrival before hand, so he didn’t. He was hardly surprised when he found his brother teaching, personally he had no interest in educating others, it was a WASTE OF TIME. Hands slipped into his trouser pockets as he entered the room once the students filed out. Sharp blue eyes rolling at the elder TITAN’S words.
“I WASN’T GOING TO accept it but alas, I have nothing better to do with my time, so I thought to grace you with my presence.” He drawled, stopping beside one of the tables. “I’m pleased to hear my lack of communication wounds you, brother, I’ll make sure to continue it.” A brief glanced was cast around the area, it did nothing but bore him.
“What did you summon me here for? Not to LECTURE ME I hope, that would only end badly.”
cryptbcund:
hm you must get the lack of love-life from me then
i get my sex appeal from mother. are you sure i’m yours? because … you know. impotence is supposedly genetic and … no problems here.
I wonder where you get your inability to hold a relationship from Perhaps you are adopted It would hardly surprise me if you were not mine