Misplaced Lens Cap
we're not kids anymore.
Monterey Bay Aquarium
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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noise dept.
JBB: An Artblog!
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Kaledo Art
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@drcamingdcad
hellu, beautiful people who is reading this! cinder here, rising back from a long inactivity to bring to you again my multimuse rp blog for canon muses! i have just a few muses here for now (i pretty much restarted everything, in a sense!), but more will arrive soon! if you wish, could you give this lil’ post a like or (preferably) a reblog if you’re interested in interacting with them, or simply would like to spread the word about this blog? thank you! <3 and have a wonderful day!~
« uh… sir dismas? sir? » reynauld’s voice is trembling lightly, nervous. partially for the situation, and partially because the highwayman himself isn’t in his most friendly moment. he means, he wouldn’t blame him. the expedition in the dungeon isn’t going well at all, and the crusader probably isn’t stressed because dismas is taking all the stress.
« are… uhm, are you sure you wish to go on, sir?… » he continues after a moment, in a murmur, as he fears that his words would only make the other even madder. « maybe we should… go back, or take some rest? clear our minds a bit…? »
@drcamingdcad / for dismas~
A hand went to the Highwayman’s forehead, wiping away some sweat. He was feeling like he was boiling - as if a sudden brust of fever took over his body. Warmth,, shivers, not to mention his usual bad temper growing less and less agreeable the more they walked in that God forsaken dungeon.
“Why, to get back home with nothing but a headache and wasting even more time?”
He speaks before he could really think about the words. Or the tone, for the matter.
“...ugh.” if anything, he’s still himself enough to get it. A second too late, but he gets it. The hand move on his eyes, rubbing them tiredly as he finally stops his march. “...I’m fine. It’s fine. This place stinks.”
MUSE MOVED!
KARL went to his blog, @thesamemistxke
[all right, i’ll make a proper promo someday but for now]
[hello gio is back with her madness
and here I ask/RP blog for Laurence the First Vicar, from Bloodborne, moved from the multimuse because i feel his muse is way stronger than the others’ ;0c
run by gio, follows back as infernalpursuit!]
[all right, i’ll make a proper promo someday but for now]
[hello gio is back with her madness
and here I ask/RP blog for Laurence the First Vicar, from Bloodborne, moved from the multimuse because i feel his muse is way stronger than the others’ ;0c
run by gio, follows back as infernalpursuit!]
FIGHT &. VIOLENCE STARTERS. from angsty to epic, for all your warriors needs! / tw: blood, violence. / 45 starters
beginning of the fight.
« you don’t stand a chance against me. »
« feeling bold, aren’t we? »
« hah… this is going to be fun! »
« i hope you’re ready to get your ass kicked! »
« you don’t think i’ll crush you?! come on, then! test me!! »
« you will regret ever crossing path with me! »
« look at you, so full of yourself for this fight… you make me laugh. »
unwilling fight.
« please… we don’t have to do this… »
« i beg of you, calm down! we can solve this! »
« it doesn’t have to end in violence. »
« i don’t want to hurt you. »
« stop, please! stop! »
« i won’t counterattack. i won’t hurt you. »
« i can’t even recognize you…! »
knocking the opponent down.
« and now STAY DOWN! »
« tsk. i knew you were just a wimp. »
« do yourself a favor and crawl home. »
« i’m surprised you resisted up to now. »
« oh, still alive? »
« stay down, or i’ll make you drown in your own blood. »
« you didn’t last long at all, eh? »
knocked down.
« d… damn, everything hurts…! »
« i-i thought i c-could–! »
« h-how did you–?! »
« y… you ch-cheated, you bastard…! »
« i-i thought we were fighting loyally…!! »
« i… i can’t, i…! »
« y-you can’t have– i-i can’t lose against you…!! »
still standing.
« it’s… not… over…! »
« you’ll have to do better than this to keep me down! »
« i’ve faced far worse than you. »
« tsk…! you just tickled me! »
« i won’t go down against you. i can’t afford to lose! »
« i’m still alive… and ready to punch the living shit out of you! »
« hey, fucker. round two. »
Local idiot serial killer muffles angrily, arms crossed, sitting in a garbage can. Clearly grounded.
“Y’know, I don’t think Adam appreciates me very much.”
[i just imagined laurence doing a mass while being completely drunk and he just
fuckin. slams his hand on the first wall he finds and starts cry-laughing about how “ebrietas did nothing wrong” and “master willem could suck his dick”
yharnam is fuckin #shook]
update
removed Donald as muse!
current active muses: Breather, Demyx, Laurence, Dismas, Karl
Madame Macabre songs sentence starters | part 1 In the Cove || Welcome to Freddy’s || Decipher
20 starters |
« i’ll give you a show. »
« come away with me. »
« they’ll find your remains scattered on the beach. »
« just pay them no mind, we’ll leave them all behind. »
« can’t you see they’re blind? »
« something here is feeling very wrong. »
« i can’t see you there. »
« i can’t help it, can’t you see? »
« why’d you lock the door? »
« you look funny when you run. »
« sooner or later we’ll get in. »
« here we come, i hope you’re ready! »
« you’re not playing fair. »
« why’d you come back here? you should have fled dear. »
« i know you can hear me. »
« things are ‘bout to get crazy! »
« haven’t got all day so you’d best think fast. »
« side with me kid, i’ll have your back. »
« you’ve always been different. »
« they’ll just drag you down. »
Madame Macabre songs sentence starters | part 1 In the Cove || Welcome to Freddy’s || Decipher
20 starters |
« i’ll give you a show. »
« come away with me. »
« they’ll find your remains scattered on the beach. »
« just pay them no mind, we’ll leave them all behind. »
« can’t you see they’re blind? »
« something here is feeling very wrong. »
« i can’t see you there. »
« i can’t help it, can’t you see? »
« why’d you lock the door? »
« you look funny when you run. »
« sooner or later we’ll get in. »
« here we come, i hope you’re ready! »
« you’re not playing fair. »
« why’d you come back here? you should have fled dear. »
« i know you can hear me. »
« things are ‘bout to get crazy! »
« haven’t got all day so you’d best think fast. »
« side with me kid, i’ll have your back. »
« you’ve always been different. »
« they’ll just drag you down. »
unhollowedsouls:
Shut up? Stay put? How could he even consider such a thing as even the most remote possibility? Djura rushed forward and seized the front of the Vicar’s cloak with both hands. His weapons clatter to the floor.
“They are people! They are still people! Look at them!” he cries, LOOK AT THEM!” he nearly shrieks, then hisses, “Women, children, fathers, mothers- Look what you’ve done…!! Is this what you’re proud of? Is this the crowning achievement of the Healing Church?!”
His hands drop to his sides and he breaks into nervous, quiet laughter. Hot tears slide down his face, sting in his bad eye, soak the wrappings of it. Oh, was this what he’d been fighting? People? Were these who he’d been fighting for, madmen? Was this what he’d been fighting for? A town without beasts, so that only more could be made?
“The only madman here is you. You’ll see. You’ll all see the error of your ways!”
To be fair... that was quite the poor choice of words. Of all people, Djura wasn’t exactly the type of person who shut his mouth even in a good day, and Laurence expected for him to do it now that he was boiling with anger?
He expected to be yelled at afterwards. If Djura wanted to continue that discussion so bad, so be it. He expected the hatred and the harsh words. And yet, as soon as things got physical, the Vicar couldn’t stop himself from gasping louldy, his entire body stiffening and his own breath stopping, eyes fixated on the Hunter’s first with surprise, then himself growing more and more enraged with that conversation.
How blind could a man be? Couldn’t he see? That wasn’t the just thing to do, but it was the right one! Laurence knew he was in the right! Of course he was!
“You imbecile...!”
He acted without really thinking. Being considered mad seemed to finally tick him off for good - not even realizing that his hand moved up, back-handing Djura across the face.
“Don’t you DARE talking to me like that!” Laurence’s voice finally rose, growling as his hand kept itching, trembling after the hit “Who do you think you are to go against the orders of the Church?! The only error I made was not acting sooner, and putting an end to this cursed town is the only way to protect those who weren’t turned into those-- Those filthy, bloodthirsty animals! And I don’t know you, Djura, but I’d rather protect those who still have a chance of survival rather than cry for a bunch of corpses!”
Laurence the First Vicar™’s lore
ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʟᴏɴᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ɪꜱ
I am an impulsive roleplayer.
I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’
I’m sorry I drop threads. I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes. I’m sorry I ignore my asks. I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them. I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.
Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!
And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!
I always want to roleplay with you. Just…perhaps not with that thread. You feel?
Now I will step forward to realize this wish.
