Through The Centuries

Est. 11/27/2021 THIS BLOG CONTAINS HORROR AND DISTURBING CONTENT BE WARNED. Mun: X Multimuse Multiverse Mun is 25+ please read pinned post

[momentsbetween]

Welcome to momentsbetween, an indie roleplay blog written by X. I hope you can have fun with me. If you’d like a list of muses to interact with they are here and rules are available as well!  If you’ve read through everything please give this a like and we can start roleplaying!

Addition as of [12/3/2021]

From now on please don’t ask me to rp if you’re going to ask me to remove some traits of my muses, like Soren and Moira’s abilities they got from their father. I made them like this for a purpose and i really want to use them. Also if you interact with Mortem, Soren, Moira or Aura you will inevitably meet the family. Please keep it in mind.

[momentsbetween]

@euphoricblasphemyy​

Soren looked at the door as the bell chimed, welcoming people into the museum and former funeral. They stood at the desk, leaning over the hard wood with a timid smile. Their jade eyes blinked slowly, “Welcome to the Funeral Parlor of Jack the Ripper, my name is Soren,” he offered his hand with a warm hum. They stood slowly to their full height, towering at well closer to the ceiling than normal people would. The picture of the woman behind him and her husband looked… awfully familiar. Too similar, but most brushed it off.

“We have displays on the murders, oddities, and the most extensive collection of mourning garb. How many would like to tour?”

[champagneandparacosm-archive]

“That’s very hospitable of you. Skylar, what do you say?” Finn asked, nudging the small girl gently. She was in a fit of glee, opening the box so carefully. Gasping, she looked up to the very tall figure with a grin. 

“Thank you much, friend.” She giggled, holding out her hand for the frog to join her, gushing about it to Finn. They looked fondly down, nodding timidly. 

“Very nice, my little witch. I know you will take good care of her as you do me.” They bent to kiss her head, earning a hug from her. 

Timmy’s gaze locked on the person in front of him, nodding. “I’m interested in anything you can offer. Love shit like this,” He confessed, feeling so very in his element. A murderous glimmer painted over his eyes as he took in the solo for of the artifacts.  

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"You are very welcome. She will fix herself as needed, but you just need to make sure she has plenty of water."

They smiled softly, and nodded, "my husband was a sweet man who often took care of those left behind after death. We planned on having a family eventually and instead we... had an accident. After that he and i struggled with moving forward. At the time prostitutes had begun looking to morticians to perform whats now called an abortion...and hysterectomies." His eyes were distand as he led the way to the first exhibit, a small traveling medical kit.

"The first murder was done out of pure anguish on my behalf." His voice was gentle. "We had done a housecall and i couldnt hold back. After that... he and i both committed the murders together." Their voice was soft, "the hatchet across the room is the final murder weapon." He added, looking up with a smile.

[momentsbetween]

Really been feeling myself lately!

[melamemea]

Show female ocs the same love as you show male ocs.

Show Canon females the same love as you show canon males.

[demon-blood-youths]

PSA ALERT

Hi everyone! Sorry to disrupt everyone’s day. Just today, I received this strange ask box and right away, this is concerning as I do not know this person. I did not click nor answer this ask or on its links. I think this is some of phising, virus or something related to hacking.

That said, if you see this! 

Either report this user and this ask to Tumblr support or delete this right away! 

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Please let me know if there’s anything else I can do. Also please signal boost so people can be aware of it!

[momentsbetween]

@euphoricblasphemyy​

Soren looked at the door as the bell chimed, welcoming people into the museum and former funeral. They stood at the desk, leaning over the hard wood with a timid smile. Their jade eyes blinked slowly, “Welcome to the Funeral Parlor of Jack the Ripper, my name is Soren,” he offered his hand with a warm hum. They stood slowly to their full height, towering at well closer to the ceiling than normal people would. The picture of the woman behind him and her husband looked… awfully familiar. Too similar, but most brushed it off.

“We have displays on the murders, oddities, and the most extensive collection of mourning garb. How many would like to tour?”

[champagneandparacosm-archive]

Skylar wanted to go. When skylar wanted to go, they went. There was little they could do to get out of it. Except Ozzie who never went anywhere. His favorite thing to do was lay in bed all day staring at the ceiling as cat corpses decayed around him. It was a soothing effect to his mutilated soul. 

Timmy and Johnny trailed in behind Finn and Skylar. Normally Finn would be in their animalistic form, though today Skylar was in little space so that warranted a caregiver. She was in between one at the moment, not having someone to latch onto and suck dry until they grew tired of her. They towered over her, holding the small girls hand as she chewed on the string of her jacket. The familiar exuded a peaceful aura, patting her head as she squealed at the mention of Jack the Ripper. She had always been a fan of gore. 

Timmy’s eyes scanned the parlor, interest oozing from his pores. This was exactly his scene. Murder, blood and gore. God, he was twitching just thinking about it. His last kill was actually inspired by the signature of Jack the Ripper. He studied the famous killers with rapt interest. He jumped at the chance to join Skylar and Finn. 

And Johnny. Johnny was content to follow along. This wasnt his exact definition of a good time, enjoying solitude of blasting Norwegian metal and writing lyrics for new songs. But he enjoyed his band. And the aesthetic of the museum might inspire him. He showed an uninterested gaze, slouching as he stood. His posture had always been terrible. 

“We all will take a ticket, please.” Finn said, squeezing Skylar’s hand as she stared in awe at the person in front of her. Finn shook Soren’s hand, taking control over the awkward outcasts. 

[momentsbetween]

Soren couldn’t help but smile gently at the little witch and her familiar. “Of course. And for you, it’s on the house. For a fellow witch, its nothing.” they promised and stood up straight, “I’ll even give you the special details if you wish.” their voice was smooth, with a touch of femininity to it. On their left ring finger was a simple silver wedding band, the same that was in the picture behind them on the funeral director’s wife’s hand. They moved around the counter with a smile offering Skylar a small box. “This one got excited from my collection, she said it was time to meet her witch.” 

“They were very excited so I had to confine them for the time in here, but she was ready.” he explained, opening the box to show her the small tender creature within. It was undead and moving excitedly, looking up at Skylar with foggy eyes, “I keep pets and hold onto familiars until their masters come by.” they explained as the treefrog prepared to jump onto her.

Their eyes moved over to Timmy and Johnny, looking them over steadily, “Welcome.” they offered tucking a long strand of hair behind their ear. “Unfortunately I don’t have gifts for you, but since you’ve come in with this little witch I will give you the same extra facts about my husband if you wish.”

[momentsbetween]

@euphoricblasphemyy​

Soren looked at the door as the bell chimed, welcoming people into the museum and former funeral. They stood at the desk, leaning over the hard wood with a timid smile. Their jade eyes blinked slowly, “Welcome to the Funeral Parlor of Jack the Ripper, my name is Soren,” he offered his hand with a warm hum. They stood slowly to their full height, towering at well closer to the ceiling than normal people would. The picture of the woman behind him and her husband looked... awfully familiar. Too similar, but most brushed it off.

“We have displays on the murders, oddities, and the most extensive collection of mourning garb. How many would like to tour?”

[momentsbetween]

Ngl i miss this blog

[momentsbetween]

I wont lie i miss writing with people on tumblr but my heads doing so much better.

[momentsbetween]

I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.

I’m probably going to move to writing on discord and rolescape. I just feel like i’m not really valued as part of the rpc here anymore and I just… want to write more with things that make me happier

let me know if you want my discord.

[momentsbetween]

I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.

I’m probably going to move to writing on discord and rolescape. I just feel like i’m not really valued as part of the rpc here anymore and I just… want to write more with things that make me happier

let me know if you want my discord.

[momentsbetween]

I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.

I’m probably going to move to writing on discord and rolescape. I just feel like i’m not really valued as part of the rpc here anymore and I just... want to write more with things that make me happier

let me know if you want my discord.

[momentsbetween]

“Are you saying snakes are scary? Didn’t realize i would be so unwelcome.” Drakos joked lightly, taking a draw off his vape as he took a moment, thinking before answering, “Just small or big ones...?”

[momentsbetween]

It had been years since Valdis had considered singing or performing at all. Her friend had come to watch over Corbin. She had done it on a whim, told another person about her songs she wrote about Corbin’s dad. But now here she was, several people at her first ever performance filling the tiny venue that she had to rent out. Corbin was cheering his mom on as she sat down, the people from highschool behind her. Some had gone to college, some had gone bankrupt but here they were... performing again.

“I don’t really know how to start this shit, considering I got dared to do this by my friend to get back at... well... you know who.” she shrugged, if people didn’t know they hadn’t heard of the big divorce that had shaken hollywood since no one knew the man had been married. “So let’s just get right into it yeah?”

--

By the end of the short concert she had worked up a small sweat, and Corbin was cheering, though it was hard to hear out of the whole crowd. She got off stage, picking him up in a hug before setting him down just before other people rushed to speak to her.

Finally when it had all quieted down, she was leaning against the building, sucking on her vape as she closed her eyes. The crunch of footsteps surprised her and she looked over, “Hello?”

[talktoten-a-deactivated20240813]

friendly reminder that I’m comfortable with MINOR godmodding if:

it’s genuinely in the interests of advancing plot (e.g. ‘Pass the screwdriver?’ and you can assume my muse passes the screwdriver over, or even just that your muse ended up with the screwdriver one way or another, without having to stop the reply altogether for my interjection)

it’s NOT my muse’s dialogue, inner or outer

it’s REASONABLE for my muse (e.g. if they’ve already made it quite clear the screwdriver is a sentimentally precious family heirloom or something, then the screwdriver might not reasonably change hands)

the reply isn’t solely about my muse’s actions, thoughts or feelings, but rather is about your muse, with reference to mine

you are willing to accept criticism & critique and change the reply if I can’t reasonably see my muse doing that

roleplaying, for me, is about exploring characters and worlds through story. Interaction with both the muse and the world, then, is vital, and I do not mind sacrificing a small thing from one to significantly advance the other. It’s always a good idea to talk to me if you’re uncertain and it will be easier once we know each other better, but I just wanted to put this out there so you lot know what I’m comfortable with. There’s a lot of ‘no godmodding whatsoever!!’ going around in this community and obviously, with big things, it’s a no-go – but I’m still more interested in the story.

[momentsbetween]

There was a loud crack and a crunch followed by Corbin apologizing. “It’s okay sweetie, we were taking down that wall anyway, kinda rotted. Good job on helping though.” she called over her shoulder before turning back to the stranger on the porch. “...can I help you?”

[momentsbetween]

@damienstarrk​

He glanced up as the door opened, he was getting a new roommate today and he wasn’t sure what the other would think of him. “Hello, are you here for the roommate set up? I’m sorry i’m a bit disorganized but I promise the livingroom is pristine.” he mentioned, waving them on towards the space, all the walls covered in murals and art leaned against the walls ready to be shipped out.

[damienstarrk]

Harry moaned loudly feeling Briar orgasm and his cock get slicker from it. Harry got quicker with his thrusts but still using his entire thick length to plow Briar’s pussy. Harry could feel and sense what Briar was wanting and would gladly give it to them. Harry wrapped his arms around Briar, under their shoulders and laced his fingers together before lifting Briar up into the air with a grunt and fucking up into them. “We can try it in any position you want love,” Harry replied and added with a whisper, “This makes you mine after.”

[momentsbetween]

He gripped onto him nuzzling into his shoulder and cried out louder, “Want... want yours....” he buried his head into his shoulder shuddering, “To be...want to be.” His voice broke as his eyes rolled back, their short nails scraping his shoulders wrapping his legs around his hips firmly, his mouth nibbled softly at his skin, still pulsing around his cock hungrily.