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Somewhere, in the frozen bowels of the Castle, the Revenant sensed himself being talked about...
You know what I’ve noticed? An alarming trend in the roleplay community. I’m not talking about anon hate [although that is still shitty and still needs to stop]. What I’m talking about is great roleplayers who desperately want interaction sitting on tumblr day after day with nothing to do but reblog memes.
At least, I assume they’re great, because people like to send in asks telling them they are. And that’s awesome! Yay, positivity! But wait, they’re still not getting any new threads. Hm. Could they be the problem? They probably think so! They probably think, at this point, that people say those nice things in their inboxes because they feel like they have to.
Let’s talk about being needy for a second.
Being needy is not when someone desperate for interaction with a wider range of partners makes it known that they want a wider range of partners. That’s called letting people know there’s a problem in hopes for a solution.
Being needy is when someone harasses people constantly for replies to their threads and constantly throws pity parties when people won’t talk to them.
Yeah, there’s a pretty fine line, but the next time you want to accuse someone of being needy, maybe you could try interacting with them and seeing if the so-called needy behavior ceases.
Roleplay is a wonderful thing, and I’ve seen too many wonderful muns and muses leave because they were just tired of the cliques and being ignored. Let’s see if we can stop the slow death of roleplay in this community, take a few steps outside our comfort zones, and interact with some new people.
Please help my friend get corrective vision surgery?
Recently a friend of ours brought it to our attention that he is experiencing worsening vision problems. He’s already blind in one eye with worsening vision in his working one, but recent tests show that he’s developing cataracts in his working eye. The surgery to remove this newly developed issue is $1300, even with his health insurance. Currently, there’s no one who can pay for this surgery, and my boyfriend and the rest of our merry band of online friends have started a gofundme for Justin to be able to get this corrective surgery before he loses his vision entirely. He’s a very good friend of ours, and is always a genuinely amazing person. I can’t think of anyone who would go out on a limb more just to help his friends, and we’d like to finally be able to give back to him. Please help us give Justin back his chance of partial vision. The gofundme can be found here: http://www.gofundme.com/7qc4pyc48s
$15 from 100 people would be enough to get him this surgery! Even if you can’t donate, please reblog and spread the word. We currently have just a precious few handful of people planning on donating on their paydays, but otherwise we’re currently at $0 still.
we’re now 165/1000 gbp for the fundraiser! That’s almost 1/5th of the way there guys! even the smallest donation counts, so please help us help our friend!
Recently we’ve had a few reports of banks blocking donations because the gofundme set up by my boyfriend is based in the UK, where he’s at. Because US people are having trouble donating, we’ve set up a paypal donation button (on my blog) and the link can be found here: https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=UQY48Q485ES7J Any donations will be added on the “gofundme” as offline donations so we can still track our progress!
We are now at 215gbp and $28.83. This is literally ¼th of the way there, guys! We want to push and try and get the full amount by the end of this week so we can tell him to go ahead and get his appointment scheduled for surgery as a surprise! please help us out any way you can!
In case you weren’t aware, this fundraiser is for the Leon of my group, flamesaber. He’s an amazing friend of ours and if possible, please reblog this or take a few minutes of your day to toss a few dollars into that paypal link, or the gofundme!
LINEUP - FASHION CHOICES This is as many of us as I could get together for long enough to get a picture, and no one wanted to look at the goddamned camera. I couldn’t find Larxene or Marluxia, Xaldin refused to leave the kitchen, and Lexaeus might pummel me if he sees me after that flannel comment. Enjoy, guys.
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#somewhere in the castle is one of those 'accident free for X days' signs #but it actually says 'vexen hasn't tripped down the stairs in X days'#and every now and then #there's just a shriek and some thumping #and someone changes the number to 0 again #without even breaking stride #I M A G I N E
Xigbar will be presiding today! Send in asks, and have them answered by everyone’s favorite Dimension Ripper demon!
But he can't be swooshy without the flowy sleeves! The swooshiness is practically an endearing character tic at this point! Take that away and he's just some freaky-looking angry dude with a sparkly shield.
oh, i agree that it’s adorable, i’m just saying it’s a ridiculous safety hazard
like how many times has he tripped and rolled shrieking down a huge flight of stairs
Well, this just gives me a whole new appreciation for the scene with Vexen storming down the Twilight’s View stairs to yell at Zexion.
Vexen: Zexion! Zexi— aaaahdflgjldfdlk Zexion: Now, now—mind your manners. Don’t talk with your face full of floor.
"I could think of a way to get him out of bed in a hurry."
sometimes xemnas gets drunk and calls meetings he doesn’t remember
…Well shit. She’d run into an ice demon of some sort. Or something that could control ice, at least. Oh boy. She really should have gone invisible when she had the chance. "Sorry! I um… maybe we can like, work something out? Need money? Got any enemies? Need to get some dirt on someone? I can like, totally help you out. Free of charge!" The offer was clearly desperate as her voice cracked a little. She squealed as the ice tried to encase her feet and she hopped from foot to foot, trying to avoid the creeping freezing substance, and with every hop there was a loud chink of coins. The darkness didn’t seem to phase her as she continued to try and avoid the ice.
"H-Hey! Not cool! Just because I’m an obake doesn’t mean I’m that good at the floating haunting thing!” She rolled up one of her sleeves a bit, despite the biting cold, revealing a multitude of eyes that would have glinted if there had been any light that either stared at the creeping ice in various spots around the room or glared at the man with the glowing eyes. "I’ll just leave, okay!" Coco didn’t want to know what he meant by ‘assist.’ She had a feeling it involved a lot more ice and other not fun things. Just because she couldn’t get re-killed didn’t mean she couldn’t feel pain.
There were shapes darting about in the gloom, strange, misshapen things that slunk low to the ground on all fours. They were vaguely human shaped, and when one darted past her, it became quite apparent that their faces were utterly devoid of any human feature. No demon, this dark creature, instead undead, with a small army of horrors at his disposal in the darkened, freezing lab. Colder than a morgue, now. "Anything I need done, I can do on my own, for the most part," he mused. "The things I require, I'm afraid you wouldn't much enjoy giving. Unless you intend to find and bring me... subjects."
He'd already grown bored with this game, however, and didn't actually intend to inflict any harm. Rather, he wanted to put some gfear into her, so she wouldn't make the mistake twice. "You'll just leave? Very good. do that. And be more vigilant in your rituals next time, lest you find yourself in the company of one less forgiving than I."
Send a "✬" For My Muse's reaction to Your's coming into their Bedroom Late at Night...
"Science is your response to everything, man.”
"Well, that would be because..."
Ferret: Lexaeus has gone down to check on Vexen and ended up Steve Irwin-ing a zombie crocodile I’m almost sure of it Ferret: unfortunately sarcasm is lost on the dead guy so when Vexen finally appeared to check up on the commotion and Lexaeus told him “NOPE! I’M FIIIIIINE! REALLY! THIS IS FUN I DON’T NEED ANY HELP!” Ferret: Vexen took it seriously Ferret: and went to get a graduated flask full of tea
ahahahaha yes.
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Ferret: Lexaeus has gone down to check on Vexen and ended up Steve Irwin-ing a zombie crocodile I'm almost sure of it Ferret: unfortunately sarcasm is lost on the dead guy so when Vexen finally appeared to check up on the commotion and Lexaeus told him "NOPE! I'M FIIIIIINE! REALLY! THIS IS FUN I DON'T NEED ANY HELP!" Ferret: Vexen took it seriously Ferret: and went to get a graduated flask full of tea
ahahahaha yes.
Note: Vexen's lab has a thick vault-type door on it. Why, one might ask. Well, due to incidents in the past, it was decided to be a necessary thing. That door isn't there to keep people out so much as it is to keep... other things... in. Beware, if you should choose to enter that lab; there are things residing in there you may wish you never had the displeasure of meeting.
Oh boy, wrong choice of words it seemed. Time to verbally backpedal. Man, those eyes were so creepy. No way this guy was human. "Sorry! Sorry. I uh… I like, actually got a little lost. Been trying out some weird ritual stuff lately and like… I’m sorta awful at getting destinations right. I’ll uh… I’ll just leave if you can like, point me to an exit."
She took a step backwards to give the tall man a little more space, her movements accompanied by the sound of a multitude of coins clinking together. She wasn’t sure if removing those coins from her face and hands before trying out that transportation ritual had been a good idea or not, she looked pretty human without them.
The temperature was falling at an alarming rate, and ice was steadily beginning to rime everything. Oh no, the creature before her was not human. It once had been, but was no longer, and if only she had been more careful in where she had sent herself. "Tsk," he shook his head. The lights overhead were beginning to flicker erratically, ice climbing and spreading over the fixtures. "You really should be more careful." And everything had fallen deathly silent save for the sinister, soft crackle of the ice encasing everything.
And suddenly the lights went out, plunging the entire lab into utter and total darkness. A pair of eldritch, unholy green flames flared to life in front of her, and then came that voice again, dripping with malicious false sympathy. "You should be going. Unless you care to stay and... assist me." And then came the malevolent cackling. Ice was now beginning to try to encase her feet.
Luxord suppressed a low whistle. In either case, he’d been a member of his Organization longer than Luxord himself had existed. Longer than his own Organization had existed. “It would appear that the worlds all run on slightly different timelines…”
"That is true, but our happy little Order doesn't follow the same rules as some." He shrugged. It didn't seem he intended to elaborate on that particular statement. "What else would you like to know?"