#tenoutten

[zombieparadeimpulses]

Logged in after years n years and I do have SOME messages. Yeah, unfortunately probably won’t be back here. Anyway, if anyone wants to roleplay Dishonored (1-2) I see that the 2nd game did bring on a new wave of people wanting to roleplay.

I’m glad everyone loves a series that I’ve loved so much all these years!

If anyone wants to roleplay with the OCs I’ve put in the tags (check out their blogs! I’ll never delete them because so much character development I’m so proud of!) you can always DM about it. 

[religiousshitbaby]

Gabe: we should fight

Carl: let me ask my mom

Gabe: Kindle your mom is dead

Carl: She said no

[wcrfareoverseer-blog1]

tenoutten mentioned you in a post: arcanebonded: This is my boyfriend pile. ...

is my boyfriend pile. @ wcrfareoverseer “Please keep your heretic

#{ crack; }#{ ooc }

“Which one? I mean -- yes sir...” 

[religiousshitbaby]

A brief synopsis of my Discord RP between Myself ( @daggersandbonecharms )

And Nessie ( @tenoutten @flowersandtragedy)

[religiousshitbaby]

High Overseer Carl Kindle

Also known as @tenoutten worst nightmare 

[daggersandbonecharms]

@tenoutten

“Tea I can do.” He smiles, throwing an arm around his shoulders. “Were ya want ta go.”

[daggersandbonecharms]

"I think the only reason you like me is because you're not supposed to. Actually, I am quite sure it's exactly for that reason. Perhaps the uniform, too."

“I never thought ya make me say this but mate...” Rick said with a chuckle, “Give yerself a little more credit.”

“But I’m not sayin’ I don’t enjoy yer uniform neither.” 

[silversiins]

It's enough to make a man sick - tenoutten

fire pours down the thick column of his throat, bulging veins and ridged trachea momentarily exposed to a candle light’s flare. the remains of amber scotch sluggishly slides to the bottom when he sets the glass down, black gloves drumming monotonously on an oaken desk now HIS. in the deep resin of his eyes, thoughts churn like the waves beyond the city. slowly they slide from a manifest he couldn’t give two shits about, to the figure that stands at his open window. broad shoulders were outlined by dunwall’s f a d e d glow, the woolen jacket his black silhouette. the stink of ROT and PESTILENCE is inescapable, and in the earlier days of the plague, it once made his gut roil too. then he figured, this is justice. every man woman and child beneath that sickness strangled city, deserved to wither in their filth.  

                                                ❛ this too will pass, brother. ❜

BLOODBORNE SENTENCE STARTERS [closed]  //  @tenoutten