Crackshot Cleric @lightlaughterbullets - Tumblr Blog

Packed My Bags.

It’s official, I’ve move to tarnishedpeonies. I made the mistake of having this as my primary on Tumblr, and it’s felt stifling since the real world and what happens in it has escalated. I’ve needed somewhere I can express myself on my primary without it being ‘out of character’, and will have that moving forward.

Will I ever RP from a side blog? Yeah, once I’ve figured out what I want to play. WoW lost it’s flavor for me, and the pandemic has been a critical hit to my creativity. I’m all ears, just lost and trying to get my bearings back.

The amount of work in these blogs is immense, so I’m leaving them for archival purposes, but won’t be responding here.

My mutuals are amazing and the only reason I’ve tried logging in occasionally to chase the ghost of inspiration. If we never speak again, I love and will miss you, and wish you all the best.

“Generated palette #colors #palette #gradient #palitra”

#dallas aesthetic #mmm those COLORS

I heard a certain rumor that you enjoy getting tangled up and filled to the brim?

“That’s vague. Tangled. Like entanglement? You a druid tryin’ ta get me with your thorny plants?” She wiggles her fingers and laughs. “Filled to the brim. Food? Ale? Or ya’ sayin’ I like to be pumped so full by a seed havin’ lover til sheets is more than wet?”She smirks, reaching up to thumb her nose gently. “I mean, might be a war cleric, but I celebrate a’ goddess of life. Part a’ preserving life is war. Other was a’ celebrating life close to what it sounds like you might be suggestin’. Guess we’ll never know.”

[Heh, thanks anon!]

#sinful sunday #lol #sassass is back

rpmememaker

Tell my muse a NSFW rumor you’ve heard about them.

leavenohoofprints

Feast of the Moon Starters

Send 🎃 to dance with my muse at the festivities

Send 👻 to join my muse in remembering the fallen and the dead

Send 🌽 to pig out with my muse at the feast

#prompts #seasonal #feast of the moon

Khad's soul

Open: send me a ‘soul’ and my muse will describe what they think your muse’s soul ‘sounds’ like

“You’ve got that unshakable sense about you. Duty, honor, even when it rakes your life across the coals, right? Something expansive, strikes at the heart, opens the way...hope, even in the face of hopelessness. Yeah. That’s what it sounds like,” the red head smirks, tipping a wine glass in salute.

[ As thus: https://youtu.be/miwmCI7VS58 Thank you, @khadorek!]

rpmemesupreme-blog

send me a ‘soul’ and my muse will describe what they think your muse’s soul ‘sounds’ like

inspired by this text post

#prompt #this will come with videos

fel-temptation

#dallas aesthetic

outlawiism-archived2

i have powerful thighs and a good heart

brilliantlybeloved

#dallas aesthetic

leavenohoofprints

Please reblog this with the name of your muses’ singing voice claims and link a video to listen!

Moving is hard but I wanna stay connected. I’m asking for links, not embedded videos because clutter. I’ll start!

Talulanai: Carly Simon.

leavenohoofprints

Wow okay I got like 10 minutes to recharge.

Dallas [ @lightlaughterbullets ]: Joan Jett, but can’t hit as many notes.

Viragosa [ @bluescalearchivist ]: Lisa Middelhauve, also hits every single note.

#character development

leavenohoofprints

YES or NO: Sinday Edition

Send a question or kink, and my muse can only answer yes, or no!

#sinful sunday #prompt

ღℒ❤ѵℯღ

Reblog if you're on team "don't touch me without my permission but if you have my permission please never stop touching me"

♡ to meet my elderly muse! - Aiden meets Old Dallas!

He looked, almost exactly the same as she remembered the first day they met. Experience and time had weathered him, but his features were no less chiseled, and not even a single grey hair invaded his long locks. The feeling struck her as odd, and at first she thought of it as jealousy, before realizing that was wrong.

It was sadness. Dallas had been young. Younger than now, at least, and reckless - well, that hadn’t exactly gone away. But she was old now; although she’d aged well, there were still wrinkles at her eyes when she smiled or laughed, creases at her lips, her skin pale and paper-thin...and her hair.

Only a lock of her hair remained red, a hold-out as stubborn as she was! But, by comparison...Aiden hadn’t aged but a week. Through children, and grandchildren - the beginnings of great grandchildren. How humanly brazen of her to think something like this could last forever.

Standing from her chair, Dallas crossed the room, reaching to mark the page and close the book in Aiden’s hands, setting it aside to the table before she sat in his lap and pressed herself to his chest; only nominally better than a cat who would have simply gotten in the way. It was hard, knowing the end was coming.

But she couldn’t say it. “I’m thinking of taking a journey.”

[ @destiny-of-daevara ]