Wraith of Bliss

Independent rp for Battleborn's Galilea. Multi-ship and multi-verse. Under construction. Actual rp will take place after April 8. (Sideblog of kei-oh)

[justnotlula-mae]

Actual picture of me as I get back to writing all the academic papers that are due for my international law degree XD

[kei-oh]

((For those of you waiting on a response, this is why ^^. But I also just quit a toxic af job that had me working 70 hours, so I should be more active now))

[justnotlula-mae]

Help! I’m trying to figure out three more says of cosplay, and I need suggestions, because I have zero self control and can’t choose 😂 I already have Harley Quinn covered, but I need three more!

[starpositivity]

┏┓ ┃┃╱╲ In this ┃╱╱╲╲ house ╱╱╭╮╲╲ we love ▔▏┗┛▕▔ & appreciate ╱▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔╲          our fellow rpers ╱╱┏┳┓╭╮┏┳┓ ╲╲ ▔▏┗┻┛┃┃┗┻┛▕▔

[trcshymemes]

THE ADVENTURE ZONE SENTENCE STARTERS.

❝ Hail and well met, my dude. ❞

❝ Abraca fuck you. ❞ 

❝ God lied to me! ❞

❝ Kiss my ass, you sanctimonious bastard. ❞

❝ You are going to be amazing. ❞

❝ Liches get stitches. ❞

❝ Are you my friend? ❞

❝ Go out and do good. ❞

❝ Yo thug, what’s your name? I’m about to tentacle your dick! ❞

❝ No dogs on the moon, they just run off the goddamn thing. ❞

❝ I’m afraid no one else will have me. ❞

❝ Everything I drink tastes like keylime gogurt to me. ❞

❝ Don’t let them erase me. ❞

❝ What brings you happiness? ❞

❝ Bad news, comprades, this place is magic as hell. ❞

❝ I find that not killing people is very easy. ❞

❝ Everything is for keepsies if you’re sneaky about it. ❞

❝ You’re a coward and I hate you. ❞

❝ Boy you’re not intimidated by me at all, are you? ❞

❝I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry! ❞

❝ These potions get you reeeeeal fucked up. ❞

❝ Once you pop, the time control don’t stop. ❞

❝ Hot diggity shit. That is a baller cookie.❞

❝ We don’t have to talk. Let’s just…let’s just watch this together. ❞

❝ So here’s my solution, and I think you’re gonna find it very equitable: I’m not gonna shoot you with this giant crossbow. ❞

❝ I’m about to smooch your fucking brains out, babe. ❞

❝ You’re going to have to fight and you’re gonna win. ❞

❝ I’ll be having my body back, you undead fuck! ❞

❝ You fucking took everything from me! ❞

❝ How would you like to live forever? ❞

❝ I am but a simple, idiot wizard. ❞

❝ Yeah! It’s our first kill! …So why am I so horny? I’m broken inside… ❞

❝ You know…do whatever you want. I don’t care anymore. ❞

❝ Existence, (name), life? Is horrible. To exist, to live, is horrible. ❞

❝ Sometimes there aren’t good decisions. Sometimes…there’s just decisions.❞

❝ I appreciate what you’re trying to do. And I’m on board for whatever the plan is. But understand this: I have nothing, and I don’t give a shit. The world is ending and I. Don’t. Care.  ❞

❝ I will say that if you wanted to lure me in there you should’ve stayed handsome, my fella.❞ 

❝ Who stops serving pancakes at 9am?! I missed the whole thing! I had to get Cheetos! ❞

❝ I cannot stress enough how uninterested I am in this. ❞

❝ I’m not gonna be the one to pull the trigger on an entire civilization. I won’t do it.  ❞

❝ What brings me joy is…life.  I think you can find joy anywhere in life. ❞

❝ I don’t always do things right. And I don’t always do things smart. But whatever I do, I find joy in it. ‘Cause at the end of the day, that’s all you’ve got. ❞

❝ Tell ya what, if we ever meet each other somewhere in infinity, you can apologize to me and tell me you were wrong. ❞ 

❝ I have an update from [ Name ] Central. Uh, I have updated my list of people I trust and things I believe to no one and nothing! ❞

❝ I’m good, amigo. The bleeding’s all internal. That’s where the blood is supposed to be.❞

❝ I think there was probably a time where I had joy, where I experienced fleeting happiness or anger or fear, but God, it’s just been so long. ❞

❝ I am a man, (name), who knows the answer to the question of why we’re all here. I didn’t like it. ❞

❝ To have friendship, (name), it requires you to…love someone and be invested in your shared happiness and these things, (name): friendship, love, happiness? They’re all so…small. In the grand scheme of things, they last a second. ❞

❝ Look it got – WE got dark back there. I know this journey’s been tough, and it’s only going to get harder. But we can’t allow ourselves to get to that place again. ❞

❝We’ve lost a lot. And there’s a lot more we might lose. But one thing we do have is the thing people in love rarely ever have enough of – and it’s time. ❞

❝When someone leaves your life, those exits are not made equal. Some are beautiful and poetic and satisfying. Others are abrupt and unfair. But most are just unremarkable, unintentional, clumsy. ❞

[kei-oh]

((Who’s still around? I think I’ve got shit sorted finally and have the energy to rp again))

[moretrashyrpmemes]

Touch Starved Meme

My muse is touch starved, send one for your muse to-

❤️ - Hug my muse from behind 👏 - Ruffle my muse’s hair ✋️ - Hold my muse’s hand 💪 - Pick my muse up 👆- playfully poke my muse ✍️ - Write something on my muse 💋 - Kiss my muse on the cheek 😏 - Playfully headbutt my muse 😝 - Lick my muse 😙 - Cover my muse in multiple kisses 🖐 - Give my muse a backrub 💤 - Cuddle up to my muse 😶 - Quietly lean against my muse 👃- Boop my muse on the nose ✊️- Playfully punch my muse 🙌 - Playfully shove my muse 😖 - Bury their face in my muse’s chest

[kei-oh]

((I’m back, y’all! Who’s still around?))

[kei-oh]

((For munday, here’s one of me [in the middle, drunk out of my mind] and my lovely friends that made sure I didn’t do anything stupid- except for overloading everyone on rick and morty theories and knocking over the jenga tower every time…))

[shellalana]

Coolant

[reynavaleria]

shellalana:

A broken freezer. All this mess because they’d overloaded their engines again. This broken down, rust-bucket of a ship was starting to wear at Reyna’s nerves as she mopped up the colourful mess of melted ice cream that oozed from under the fridge door. One day, things will go right she told herself. One day I can stop worrying about all this shit. She wrung the mop out into the sink before dumping the bucket of sweet-smelling water as well. The whole place was going to need some wiping down from this sticky affair. Why did they even need so much ice cream in the first place? “Warning. Coolant leak in turbine 2.” The static-filled, robotic voice of the ship informed her before the alert flared up on her comms device with the same message. “Oh, f**k me.” She shook her hands dry, smeared the rest on the back of her pants, and headed down to the engine room to see what needed fixing. “Shayne, Toby, you’re with me. Meet me down in the engine room,” she barked into her device. This wasn’t something she could handle on her own, because there was never just on coolant leak. “What do you want from me, boss?” The gruff voice of the “veteran” chimed in. It was easy for him to get bored when he was stuck on the ship, and there were only so many times he could tend to his rifle without undoing all the tape and leather again. “… there’s a mop in the sink with your name on it…?” It was the best she could come up with; engines weren’t his forte unless she needed them filled with bullets. “Clean up duty,” he gruffed back, annoyed. “You’d prefer I ask Orendi to do it?” She took his disgusted sound of a dry heave as compliance to her request. She would have asked the assassin himself if he’d been aboard - given his penchant for messy affairs - but he had matters of his own to attend to. The aviant and teenager stood waiting by the engine room door, looking like they’d just woken up from a nap. The former seemed concerned for the situation, but not to the point of flailing is flippers and running in circles. Shayne looked… mostly bored. They’d rather be doing anything else except helping with the ship. A shame, since it would likely be theirs in the future, and they needed to learn the ins and outs for themselves. Twenty minutes of scalded knuckles, sore fingers, and aching backs finally had the ship under control again, but with many of the parts needing replacing. Reyna was getting tired of this stupid affair, but she wasn’t one to give up on the old girl. She was hers and hers alone. “Uhh… boss?” Whiskey’s voice shook with concern… and horror. In the background, she could hear the laugher and savage lapping noises of Orendi in the background. If it wasn’t one mess, it was another.

[shoukettu]

[reynavaleria]

shoukettu:

It’s boss lady!

[shellalana]

Striking

[reynavaleria]

shellalana:

((writing prompt from @dropkickwritersblock))

On the few days that the Valkyrie managed to catch more than four hours of sleep, she would have been grateful for those few blissful moments. On waking, however, she found herself filled with dread she understood before she saw it. There the tiny skull sat, grinning open-mouthed at her with crooked fangs and empty sockets, just begging for some peace. A means to have made its death worthy. To be honoured. She scowled at the knot of guilt that twisted at her ribs and forced her out of her bed. She knew nothing about honouring the dead, save for drinking herself stupid. But that seemed uncalled for for the death of a “child,” one of the Roa’s own who he’d believed had been lost to the boiling of his planet. Instead, he’d found the youngling on a ship so unlike its home, owned by a company who cared for nothing more than results instead of the lives they made suffer in the process. … no. She would stay out of this one. She’d given the assassin everything he needed to find what he was looking for.  He needed to find this peace on his own. The knot slowly unfurled as she forced herself into her morning routine of yoga, foreign words slipping from her lips as she melted from one pose into the next. She’d spent the better part of a day and a half looking for someone who could pull off what she needed, and she’d found it on the farthest edge of the Ring, on a Chunk she hadn’t even known was occupied. But that meant getting there, and she wasn’t sure how well the tiny skull would travel. A box would have to do… though it felt… disrespectful. This particular tradesman was from an unfamiliar race, but those she’d spoken to had told her he was very particular about who he conducted business with. He held politeness in high regard, and braggarts would meet the end of his shotgun without warning. On any other day, Reyna would have been able to handle that in her usual manner, but this wasn’t an ordinary exchange. And that meant unlearning a decade of bad behaviour. “Te’qum sellah, tut elnas… elnasadi?” Her expression screwed in annoyance, she reached out of the shower and smacked a wet hand against her comms device to play back the phrase, leaving a trail of droplets across her floor. She’d been struggling with it for days, but if this is what it took… A window box. Maybe filled with water… She forewent her usual attire of a jacket and jeans, leaving behind the spikes and leather for something a little nicer. She had to dig it out of the back of her closet, a little crushed from being buried so deep and having barely seen the light of day, but there were good memories attached to it. A simple white peasant blouse with a gardenia print, her mother’s, and a nice pair of black slacks. She’d again forgotten to have the hems taken up, and that meant she’d have to go with heels that stopped them from dragging on the ground. The eyepatch she left behind, but she left her hair untouched; she had to keep some part of herself. Add some nice greens to it… make it look ferocious. She missed the confidence that would usually accompany her to such meetings as she piloted the shuttle to the solitary free-floating rock, but it had chosen to abandon her instead, leaving her to a day of shattered nerves, sweaty armpits, and a package that could make or break everything with the Roa. … she was caring too much again, and she wasn’t sure if she liked it. “Se’kwazi una melsutra,” she muttered under her breath as she stood in front of the store with her eyes closed, reciting the words over and over again to make sure they were right. Should she come back another day, when she’d had more practice? Her stomach churned with anticipation as she finally gazed up at the sign… and was frozen in place. He would like it, wouldn’t he? The quiet creak of the door swinging open yanked her violently from her thoughts, and she found herself face to face with a pleasant-looking shop owner with a wide mouth and three blinking eyes. His skin reminded her of the underside of a mushroom, but she tried not to stare too much. “Pohl’im segrat?” His voice, although raspy and soft, demanded her attention. “… Se’grazi bit mehrpas…” Second-guessing her pronunciation, she retrieved the tiny box from her satchel and held it out to him, her head slightly bowed. Long fingers appeared from the billowing sleeves of his shirt, and delicately opened the box. His eyes opened wide with wonder at the contents, and searched her expression for an answer. “Pur… pur…” She felt her throat constricting at the blunder. Fuck… what was the word for friend again? He noticed the worry on her face, and rested a hand on her own. “No importance. I will care. Draw thoughts and will work. Lim castrada nin… ah…” “… bad?” Reyna helped him to finish his thought. She knew she hadn’t gotten it perfect, but… “No. Other end.” He gestured to some imaginary scale before him, having forgotten the Common word himself. “Oh.” She felt her face flush as she followed him in, a lightness fluttering in her chest. There would have to be bubbles too, a light hidden in the greens to shine up at those teeth. Even with one crooked, it would look imposing.

@pendles-is-friendles​

[maze-of-pines]

A sleepy sketch to pass some time in between matchmaking in Battleborn. Galilea is hands-down my favourite hero, she’s a real badass. #Battleborn #battlebornfanart #battleborngame #Galilea #sketch #drawing #art #fanart #sketchbook #gaming #videogames #Pcgaming

[zhorisch]

Battleborn Countdown Day 16: Favorite Villain

Thaddues!…Truffle…Milky Pizza Flisky Snutchel…ugh come on now…Bangle Jangle…..screw it….The Lorrian…with special guest Nega-Toby. Honestly though this operation had the most hilarious dialogue, best cast, revelations, and drama between the Battleborn. 

[dxstrxyer]

[reynavaleria]

dxstrxyer:

favorite male battleborn:

Toby 

[shoukettu]

BBCII Day 17: That One Platinum Purchase YOU JUST HAD TO BUY

Galilea’s skin Vanguard!

[shellalana]

Fleeting

((writing prompt from @witterprompts))

(for @maliwarm who wanted a story about Rendain)

Progress couldn’t be made without sacrifices, sometimes ones that no one was prepared for. Rendain remembered the flack he received from  the “removal” of Lenore, the death threats he got on a daily basis for the supposed death of their Empress. But she hadn’t been one to listen to reason, so stuck in her old ways of thinking that she couldn’t see the solution right in front of them. How would this be any different from the countless planets they’d murdered just to apply Sustainment to those deemed worthy? How was joining the Varelsi any different from preserving the precious few over the masses? It would be hypocritical to try and differentiate between the two. The hallways were mostly empty now, many of those under Lenore had been deposed, murdered, or sat in a jail cell, waiting for his decision on what to do with them. Save for one. His right hand. He knew the clicking of those heels anywhere, the rustling of the large bundles of fabric on her hips as they swayed with each step. Those gold curls she kept pinned to one side with just a few of her throwing knives. Deadly but sweet. Lithe but toxic. Rendain would be lying if he said his heart didn’t skip a beat every time the spy mistress crossed his path. It was a luxury he would deny himself; there were far bigger things for him to focus on. But he would deem her worthy of being spared to keep her at his side until… “You will do as he says, no questions. Who are you to question our Lord Commander?” The lilt of her accent perked his ears, and curiousity dragged his feet to investigate the matter. She was speaking to another of the blade forgers, one who had been difficult as of late and had made his grievances known to Rendain personally. But he was a man of such talent that he could not be cast aside into some war pit to fight until his death; Rendain needed weapons, and it would be foolish for him to throw away one of his most important resources, no matter his opinion. “He is not my-“ “Cht! Another word, and I’ll remove your head myself. Are we clear? He has his reasons, and you least of all are not high enough on the totem pole to understand them. Are we clear?” The silence spelled her irritation as there was another rustle of fabric and the grind of heels against the floor. “I said are we clear?” “Yes, spy mistress,” the forger reluctantly replied, and there was sound of his feet hitting solid ground again. Rendain could feel his pride swelling a thousand fold, and he adjusted the front of his coat as he waited for the retreating footsteps to vanish. “Deande,” he called after softly, hoping to catch her before she ventured too far to take care of her own exploits. “Commander.” She turned stiffly, her expression showing minimum interest in conversation. In reality, she was terrified that he’d heard more  than he should have. “What you said about me earlier- was it true? Do you really think that?” “I have no reason to speak ill of you otherwise. Why do you ask?” It’s good to have someone on my side, he wanted to say, but that would make it too personal. Neither of them were ready for that yet. Not until all the pieces were in place. “Oh, no reason. It doesn’t hurt to have one’s ego stroked once in a while, you know? Keeps the morale going.” “Mm, yes. Is there anything else?” Deande pretended to look busy with her holodevice, checking off things from an imaginary list. “No, I suppose not. Be on your way, then.” Rendain grinned as he watched her go, his arms folded neatly behind his back. His timing had to be right if he wanted her to be more than just at his side.

[reynavaleria]

((How do you emote someone who doesn’t have a face? Use his helmet visors.))