what's WRONG with you?

indie Guzma -- canon divergent ?? ish ??

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

so many guzma roleplayers and not a single one willing to fight a giovanni pleas e do it and make me happ……….

[fcilure-blog]

     what if there was an art event where ppl drew a bunch of designs && the theme was ‘the met gala but pokemon’        i kinda wanna make that a thing, the designs would be so cool??? for the fashion???        but idk if anyone would be interested –

[fcilure-blog]

     what if there was an art event where ppl drew a bunch of designs && the theme was ‘the met gala but pokemon’        i kinda wanna make that a thing, the designs would be so cool??? for the fashion???        but idk if anyone would be interested --

[heavensghost]

praying / kesha

[razormoth]

Lights Out // MSI

[wickedlymeme]

“You really have no idea what you’re doing, do you?”

“I don’t know why I believed you.”

“You have no idea how much I hate you.”

“You do realize they’ll never truly love you, right?” 

“You don’t really blame them for cheating on you, do you?”

“Yeah, but they never really loved you to begin with.”

“This tastes like garbage.”

“I could go with you, or I could swallow razor blades.” 

“Your parents have no idea who you are.”

“You sure as hell aren’t here on purpose.”

“Is it really much of a wonder why we broke up?” 

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like if you left.”

“They think you killed her.” // “They think you killed him.” 

“No amount of make up is going to help you right now.”

“I told him you ditched class to fuck your friend.”

“I hope alternate universe you gets hit by a bus.”

“You can’t change what your parents did, so stop making excuses for yourself.”

“Oh.. No, You look disgusting.” 

“Honestly I’d rather die in a fire.” 

“Your life makes Minions look like a masterpiece.”

“Have you ever heard of swimming with cinder blocks? It’s all the rage right now. You should try it sometime.” 

“You belong on the CW and that is so not a compliment.”

“Did you really think you were going to help the situation?” 

“When you say shit like that, it’s literally the reason we can’t be friends.”

“I liked you better when you acted like I actually mattered to you.” 

“Most people would have left you ages ago.”

“You’re the reason they’re dead.”

“You’re not worth the air.”

“You might still have a shot with the blind.”

“Stop fucking cornering me all the time. Haven’t you put it together yet?”

[hellhaeths]

the be honest meme.   aka things you lowkey want to talk about but don’t because you don’t know how to bring it up. send me a number and i’ll tell you the honest truth. either a simple yes or no answer or a detailed response.

What would prevent you from following someone?

Are aesthetics important to you? If they are, why?

What current rp trend do you hate?

How do you explain rp to someone in the real world?

Do you prefer interacting with male muses or female more? Why? 

Do you prefer writing male muses or female more? Why?

What’s your opinion on call out posts? 

Name any three things about the rpc that bother you.

What is your opinion on exclusivity? Do you practice it? Why / why not?

Have you ever had a bad experience with commissions? As either someone who makes them or as someone who buys them?

What do you know now about rp that you wish you knew when you first started?

Have you been involved in drama? Do you regret it?

Have you ever thought about leaving rp? What caused it? What changed your mind?

Do you think rp has had a positive or negative affect on your life or you as a person?

How has rp changed you personally?

If you could change one thing about rp on tumblr, what would it be? Why?

Have you ever sent a message to yourself on anon? Why?

Have you ever sent hate to yourself on anon? Why? 

Do you delete anon hate or post and address it? Why?

Have you ever felt pressured to write something you weren’t comfortable with?

Have you ever followed someone because you felt like you had to, not because you wanted to?

What would make you block someone?

Have you ever stolen something from someone else?

Have you ever had something stolen from you? If so, how did you handle it?

Are you open to duplicates? Why / why not?

How do you feel about vague posting? 

Do you follow people even if they don’t follow you back?

Do you read people’s rules before following or interacting?

What is your opinion on “reblog karma” and do you practice it?

How have you responded to popular slang used on tumblr? Do you use it in every day life? Do you use it at all?

Is there something you don’t know the meaning of but you haven’t asked anyone because you think it’s supposed to be general knowledge? Was there ever something you had to ask someone to explain? 

Have you ever experienced discrimination? 

How do you feel about personal blogs following your rp blog?

Have you ever cried while writing a reply?

Do you read other people’s threads or do you only read your own?

What’s one thing that other people seem to hate that doesn’t bother you?

How do you feel about tagging triggers? Do you tag them? How do you determine what is triggering content and what isn’t?

What advice would you give to someone new to rp?

[romenomi]

Some anon asked for Guzma without his shirt like over 6 months ago… here you go.

[fcilure-blog]

     thinkin’ bout lusamine cloning Guzma bc the ‘real’ Guz wasn’t good enough.      thinkin’ bout Kahuna!G fallin’ through a rift, meetin’ his dumbass younger self      thinkin’ bout his egotistical ass && how he’d definitely fuck himself lbr here   

[fcilure-blog]

She takes his hand as they walk through the wooded area surrounding Po Town, giving his fingers a tiny squeeze with her crooked knuckles. "I got you, baby," she whispers across the dark between them.

     She’s got him, huh?     He doesn’t look toward her, as he hears her words – feels her hand, lacing in through his, squeezing his scarred and calloused digits with her own. She feels soft, he thinks – too soft, deceptively so, to be part of all of this. Sometimes, he wonders how someone like her could have gotten mixed up with someone like him…

    ( But then he remembers - he ruins everything he touches. )

     She’s got him, like the consolation prize at a fair. The last dog of a litter that no one else wanted, trying against hope to train it not to piss on the floor and rip up the couch. But you can’t teach him – can’t stop him. You can only hold on tight and hope that in the silent fall out that follows, you aren’t caught up in the debris. Except… except.     Plumeria’s never made him feel like second best. She’s never made him wonder if she’s going to up and leave, spit in his face, turn around and abandon him… Not even in his worst moments. She supports him, she…

     deserves better.

     “Sucks to be you, then.” He chortles; a hollow attempt at a joke. He doesn’t let her fingers go, though - slowing his steps as they circle around, headed back toward Po Town. Even if he’s a shit reward for all she does… he kind of wants this moment to linger. The soft space where this exists, outside of the yelling, the screaming, the smashing, the violence…      He takes a breath, and it tastes like her – holds it, for a moment. Then, as he lets it loose, he shakes his fingers free of hers. Runs them through his hair, plucking his glasses from his head and stuffing them into his pockets with his hands. 

     He doesn’t deserve whatever this is. But still, as he hunches his shoulders up, bundling them protectively up over his neck and turtling down, into that looming slouch that is so often mistaken for intimidating, instead of just defensive – he dares peek over at her through the shaggy heap of his unkempt hair, tracing the outline of her cheeks in the dim light of the woods. 

     “ -- we should get back.”

[coldofflesh]

                                                      —home seems so far away.

[theycallmekaibara]

i tried to resist but this idea ran by me so quickly it snatched my eyebrows off….

[coldofflesh]

    why are you pretending you know me when I don’t even know myself 

[fcilure-blog]

“How long have you been out here?”

     He glanced up at the sound of a voice, hood and hair both plastered to his head by the sheer volume of water that had drenched him to the bone. Above, the sky seemed determined to drown them all, in a torrential downpour that had lasted far longer than he’d expected. By the time it had occurred to him that this was no normal downburst, there’d been no point to going inside anyways; so he’d stayed on the rocks that bordered the beach, staring out at the waves in silence. He was soaked, now – and probably some sort of sight, too. 

     Out in the surf, Golisopod did not seem bothered in the slightest by the storm. He was splashing around like a seven foot child, dropping and rolling into the waves as they crashed against the shore. Guzma himself didn’t dare get that close - but he was glad that Goliath, at least, was enjoying himself. 

     At first, he did not answer the girl - though her face was familiar, the sight of her did not improve his mood. A blunt spike of irritation flared up amid his apathy, but it quickly faded away – what did it matter, if she was prowling around? She lived there. She was bound to show up, at some point or another. 

     “ – What do you care?” He asked, his tone dull, and nearly lifeless. “S’not really your business, is it? S’not illegal. Beach is public property.” 

     Turning away, he set his gaze back upon the sea.

    “ -- Fuck off.” 

[wickedlymeme]

“They’re never going to find us!” 

“No one can hear you scream.”

“Kinda scary knowing we’re alone out here.”

“Did you hear that?”

“Please, please don’t.” 

“You don’t have to do this.”

“How long have you been out here?”

“I’ve found them!” 

“This place looks abandoned.”

“There’s blood.”

“Did you hear that?”

“What’s it matter, they’re never going to find us.”

“We’ve been walking for days.”

“Why would someone else be this far out?”

“We’re in trouble.” 

“I’ll get you before they do.” 

“It’s so peaceful out here.”

“This is giving me serious Blair Witch vibes.”

“You know I hate horror movies!” 

“They could have followed us?”

“That’s not from this world!” 

“The silence is terrifying.” 

“Is that an animal?” 

“It’s so nice not having someone constantly in your ear.”

“Stop breathing down my neck.” 

“We’re fine.” 

“If we’re not back by Monday, they’ll send someone for us.”

“Scared yet?”

“Now how do we get back?”

“You’re never leaving here.”

“You’re never leaving me.”

“They’ll never find you.”

[fcilure-blog]

    part of him knew that Hala fucked, in general -- he had grandkids, which meant he had kids, which meant he... had sex, at some point -- but. BOY. There’s somethin’ different entirely, between knowin, and hearin’ about it. 

[coldofflesh]

     who decides what is wrong and what is right?

          there is hardly a difference between us.