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Misplaced Lens Cap
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@infernalisbestia
My mother once showed me a 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐚, in fact, it nearly 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 her! 𝐇𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚! You could say the kick was right out of hell! 𝐎𝐡 𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐨, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥! Yes sir, this is the start of some real changes down here! 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭! + follow for a friend ✗ like for a (one-liner) starter ↺ reblog to help
𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖
forgive me father, for i have sinned. and as i kneel here now; hands red with blood, i know deep down, that i’ll do it again.
confessions || k.a. (via mieczyslawstilniski)
EMERGENCY.
i really, really hate to do this … but we are in desperate need of some help. our cat, this beautiful baby named rosa, has fluids in her stomach that are causing her a lot of breathing problems and general health issues. we were advised to take her in to the emergency vet clinic, but unfortunately, we were quoted about 2k-3k for treatment. and we just … dont have the money for that. on top of this, regular payments, and the fact that we are moving to a new house in two weeks or so, we do not have the spare expenses to make this payment. nowhere close.
so i am asking for some help, may it be through donations or simply spreading this around. i wish i can offer something in turn like art or the like ( unless you want to pay me to write drabbles for you or something lol ). anything honestly helps, and we all appreciate you just for taking the time to read and spread this around. down below will be contact info.
PAYPAL & VENMO .
Alastor ✧ 𝟣𝟢 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖧𝖺𝗓𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝖧𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗅 𝖥𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝖫𝖠𝖭𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖫
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Happy Pride Month!
Remember if you’re in the RPC to be respectful of both mun and muse’s gender, pronouns, sexual orientation, and romantic orientation!
a very soft headcanon about alastor adorable ears and tiny tail — both seem to play a part in how he uses them for communication.
if his ears and pulled back and he has a happy tail wag, it probably means that he is feeling comfortable around that person and finds the interaction enjoyable enough to be at ease. his tail too, would wiggle rather subtly.
on the contrary, however, if his ears are flat and pinned back ( or mayhap to the sides ) and his tail lashing back and forth, he is signalling apprehension — albeit all of us know that he would not exactly exhibit any signs... except for the body language.
flattened ears might be a precursor to an attack and it's prone to be accompanied by a smirk whilst his tail would be very stiff and steady — as if he is readying himself for what is coming. he is usually very exhilarated and excited when he is ready to attack ( surprise? not really! )
whenever alastor is curious and very intrigued, his ears might be pointing up ( even more than what they usually are in a very neutral mood ) and his tail might just sway a bit. both might be prone as well to be accompanied by a very cute cocked head. usually, his ears might, as well, tip in the direction of what his interesting him... be it a person or an object that is making a sound... or whatever is going on at that moment.
overall, alastor is not very expressive. he keeps his very charismatic toothy smirk, but when it comes to his tail and ears... he is just an open book, eh.
Happy Pan visibility day!!!
go through a nighttime routine and ill tell you what kind of villain you are
probably evil you're an enigma. you do what you want, and you do what works. you keep to yourself, and stick to your wits. ominous, much? when you die, it is with surprise on your face and awe in your heart. you hadn't expected to be found out like this. you hadn't expected to be found out at all. but, all good things come to an end. and so do all things bad.
tagged by: @sluttyspiderpolkacock ( thank you, my kitten :3 ) tagging: @floranthes, @angel-caked, @hllrse, @theashen-fox, @dreamsoflust, @radiohoney, @hellbeloved, @hellishmoth, @voodooshadow and you !!
bring back kindness. re-ignite the old mannerisms of wanting to help each other as role players, not hunt and break each other down for the smallest of mistakes. caring is cool, and it’s time to make it a trend again.
bring back helpfulness. aid the role players who aren’t as big as you. show support and care on your path as you, too, were that role player at some point in life. include, don’t exclude. make this hobby enjoyable again, show the newcomers that they too have a place among the veterans of this page.
bring back patience. people will do mistakes, it’s a part of our system, but allow people to make up for what they did. allow people to grow as growing takes time and mistakes can be made up for; there are no judges here, no police, not anyone with the slightest spec of power. we are all people, and threats do not belong here.
bring back humanity, because tumblr role playing community is running dry.
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Angel was joking. He expected to be brushed off and not taken seriously at all, especially since just the moment prior they were just throwing digs. For someone who wasn’t very keen on romance, he seemed seasoned on the thin lines between flirting and banter. Did he? Or was he taking him for a ride, here? The spider sized him up, a narrowing of eight eyes attempting to discern any classic tells. ( Of course the Radio Dealmaker had a pokerface as stiff as a sounded dick. ) Upon hearing Alastor’s longing, Angel rose a brow. He’d been to plenty of places. Restaurants so exquisite you could be charged for breathing their air. Those were the likes of upscale oxygen bars, but did he have any imperative to let Alastor in on the secret luxuries of his world?
It couldn’t hurt. Much. “ You’re either yankin’ my chain to choke me out or bein’ dead serious, ” Angel scoffed with a plop atop the nearest table, “ I wasn’t, but if ya really a big baddie like they say ya are and ain’t never ‘ad a taste of the high life, that’s pretty fucked up. Even fa Hell. Tell ya what. ” He then dropped to his elbows to meet Alastor eye level, yet within handshaking distance. “ I’ll take ya someplace nice on me. You can order whatever ya want. Fuck, eat the waiter fa all I care. And in turn, ya just owe me a lil’ favor. Nothin’ too hard or outta ya element. Sound good? ”
faux naivety traced lines upon tartarean lineaments, morphing his countenance to exhibit whatever the wicked soul fancied whilst deep inside, the heart ( dared not to say it out loud ) was howling the most enamoured sounds — for sentient it was, for he no longer knew how to command the sentiments arising. sentiments, how ludicrous! ❝ what a splendid invitation, my dear! i could not anticipate this. ❞ a gloved hand was hence theatrically resting upon his chest, smirk with daggers showcasing beneath quivering with what was so unnatural. ❝ a promising dinner, might one admit. i expect naught but a feast, then. ❞ courteous was the bow performed before a hand was extended to take the other, feeling sentiments at bay, like a very dim minister facing a hostile residence. ❝ an eye for an eye, my dear. i would never forget that. ❞
Alastor+Furby(Alastor model)
how to ruin two characters and their destructive relationship — a quick and simple tutorial made by sal and joo.
processing the fact that alastor was probably shot by a hunter ( perhaps a deer hunter? ) and then was mauled by the hunter's dogs — and hence why he loathes said animals — i'm not sure if i should laugh or cry because his death should be added to the 1000 stupid ways to die and for someone who was probably a serial killer, i can only imagine his expression digesting all of that while being profusely humiliated.
some of you are a little too pretty to be on tumblr i think you should be luring people to their watery demise instead
unprompted ask // open " so al can we like...just kiss once? " he was being bold today. ( @pibrequirem )
brutal brazenness was slithering tangibly close to sheer folly, an act of imprudence laced with bravery that was, undoubtedly, enchanting. mayhap deprivation had brought him to pay heed to his request, mayhap it was naught but the vox coming from a gallant being — whatever the reason was, it commanded him to pin the other against the wall behind him, letting noses touch for the sole purpose of provoking, seducing; if not to accommodate a tad of fair play whilst caging wrists with a sole gloved hand. ❝ your desire bothers me and excites me at the same time, my dear. i wonder why... ❞ guttural vox came from the coffin of his throat, abandoning the waves of radio prone to be laced with each syllable — primal tune intertwined instead. ❝ an eye for an eye. remember that. i will return to collect what ultimately belongs to me. ❞ infernal tiers hence locked with another pair, savagely, wantingly, seeking entrance for another muscle to explore what was alien — for he was not one to pay heed to tender ministrations. far gone, were those times.
