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My penis is simply too big for any of this bullshit

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INCLINATIONS / HABITS.

BODY / APPEARANCE.

SOUNDS.

TURNS ON / KINKS.

#nsfw //#hc tag

peerlesscucumbr answered your ask: twirls his sword around. ' i heard an interesting...

‘ ah, but it’s a tale i think will interest you greatly, esteemed peak lord shen qingqiu. ’

he’s patient, voice soft and melodic as he recounts his story, eyes halflidded as if he were looking into something far off.

' there was a world, merely a sword's swing away, much different from our own. with buildings square, monotonely uniform and lackluster; where one had no need for horses for their carriages and the entire world was at one's finger tips. now, what kind of story could take in such a world, shizun ? ‘

#peerlesscucumbr

phantomemes

rp sentence starters using lines from amrit brar’s series , shitty horoscopes part one ( 1 - 5 ) / part two ( 6 - 12 )

“ let the record show that they were ill-equipped to deal with you. ” “ you’ll be fertilizer regardless. ” “ might as well have interesting stories for the dirt. ” “ there is an exhaustion that comes with living. ” “ fear is the absence of understanding. ” “ horror is the act of understanding perfectly. ” “ your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave. ” “ you’ve long seen your downfall spelled out in another’s bones. ” “ the victor spoils, the loser learns. ” “ the body is rot waiting to happen. ” “ you will never have loved for nothing. ” “ quiet reflection is next to impossible. ” “ you inspire me to be better! a better ‘what’ is up for interpretation. ” “ we don’t know where you came from. ” “ we need you to go back. ” “ the dark doesn’t intend to hurt you. ” “ i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun, tucked away in your chest. ” “ and then there’s saying ‘fuck it,’ and doing what you may. ” “ if only it were easy! to wish and want for nothing. ” “ if only you weren’t less human for it. ” “ in the end there is no blaze of glory. ” “ die due to carelessness. ” “ in the span of your life there’s plenty to avoid. ” “ you are dazzling and terrifying. ” “ those words are not as removed from one another as you may think. ” “ pick a place and die there. ” “ i know you mean well. ” “ may fortune favor the fuckups. ” “ remarkable that one plane of existence can host so much, and so little, distance. ” “ learn when it’s best to bite your tongue. ” “ temper the nest of hornets in your loveless mouth. ” “ i worry. ” “ time sours, rots, renews, sours again. ” “ grief and growth live hand-in-hand. ” “ sleeping, like dying, delivers you from one world to the next. ” “ rest in crypts and wake in gardens. ” “ make room for small, fragile things. ” “ you win some, you lose some, you lie, cheat, and swindle some. ” “ stranger things have happened. ” “ you are happening all the time and should probably stop. ” “ let none be the noose. ” “ take what you can and run. ” “ gratuitous violence : selfish, satisfying, heartbreaking, and so like everything else you love. ” “ understanding builds bridges. ” “ there is a variety of sadness that makes a home in your guts and never quite leaves. ” “ being loathsome and lovely in equal measure is probably a talent. somewhere. ” “ why fear the dead, when you can fear the living? ” “ if you’re forging your own path, be prepared to light your own pyre. ” “ you can’t wrestle apologies from the sea or the sun. ” “ you were a plague none were prepared for. ” “ assholery is incurable, unfortunately. ” “ no one’s going to notice the difference between you pushing dandelions or daisies so leave them something worth talking about. ” “ you aren’t obligated to be anyone’s cure. ” “ soothe what you can, fight what you can’t. ” “ devour the monsters and you can call any place home. ” “ you’re only as lucky as your expectations are low. ” “ worse than having too many secrets is having no secrets at all. ” “ killing the monsters is the easy bit. it’s finding them that’s the hard part. ” “ there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters. ” “ your humanity is the largest burden you will bear. ” “ but you have seen yourself in the mirror. ” “ even spectres can tire. ” “ it pays to kill with kindness. ” “ you’re your own worst enemy. ” “ you’re only armed to the teeth because you’re more brittle than you’d care to admit. ” “ your ego cannot afford cremations or caskets. ” “ whether you like what you see is up for debate. ” “ whether it can be contained in a dark basement is another matter entirely. ”

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wargod‌:

@kongxu * / liked for a starter

❝ —– and what will I be to you? ❞ They ask with poison on the tip of their tongue. Hesitantly, or else it would threaten to slip down their throat and render them intoxicated and numb. The godling refers to their current state, a weak divine in the home of demonic lech. Does he look down on them? Will they be treated well? Is this palace a play of respite? Or will there be more hell to rise. Arita is mildly concerned for their well being, but not enough.

❝ I am afraid. ❞

‘ as you well should be. ’

fear is what separates the living from the foolish. those who are feel no fear will die, whether it be through their actions or another’s, and though it has been many, many generations since he’d last felt it, it had been something familiar to him. in a past life, in a past time.

lashes flutter as gently as a butterfly approaching a blossom, highlighting the demon’s heavenly beauty. he has been told, through words and actions, that his looks have the power to move the gods; an ironic statement, he thinks, for he has been forsaken before his very birth.

‘ what do you believe you deserve to be ? you don’t propose to offer your skills, do you? ’ he’s seen them, in the battle past, sitting aside a horse as the war waged around, untouched by the blood of the fallen. someone who would sit and watch, unperturbed and unmoving; he hasn’t a clue why the rebel commander favored them, but raking his indifferent eyes down their body, tossed and turned from the journey back to the palace- he can presume why they were treasured so dearly.

#wargod #ic tag

victoreign replied to your post : does that mean when he calls u all failures u...

yea

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and WHAT about it?

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horny half-demons have no rights

WOW. THATS DISCRIMINATION. HE ISN;T THE HORNY ONE HERE SMH

#honghuas #victoreign #illusiive

does that mean when he calls u all failures u just. pop boners. pathetic.

#crack tag

@peerlesscucumbr answered your ask: shizun : ) ) ) ) he's brought a present for u

‘ shizun. why must you be so cold to this disciple ? and after all the effort this lowly disciple used to gather the materials. .. . ’ his voice, so perfectly mimicking the patheticness of his late mirror, criess pitifully throughout the abode. silent steps guide him to his mentor’s back, deceptively gentle hands rest on his shoulders.

‘ was it not you who told me all sins could be forgiven? why must you turn your back on me now, shizun? ’ he’s simpering, crooning into his ear, but where he cannot see luo binghe is smiling, an indescribable joy at the anguish his past mentor must be in building up from within. to think, he hasn’t even received his gift yet and he’s already so cold.

with his shizun’s possible reaction in mind, he gathers from his sleeve a beautiful trinket, a metal hairpin with shards of polished, glistening metal twinkling from their little chains. thirteen in all, an auspicious number; one for each peak lord, and the late binghe’s as a last minute thought. he knows not if shen qingqiu would recognize the shards of his former companion’s swords in the hairpiece, but the sight of him decorated with their memorabilia excites him all the same.

really, it was no easy feat to collect these treasures so quickly-- the creatures guarding them were so ferocious, it took quite a bit of planning to recover them all behind the back of his precious shizun; but it was all worth it, to present such a surprise to the person who he gave his heart too.

#peerlesscucumbr #ic tag

@peerlesscucumbr answered your ask: there's blood glistening on his sword, not a drop...

contrasted to his mentor’s fear, binghe’s eyes reflect only detached amusement, an idle curiosity unfitting of this moment. he was promised, many times over by this man, that his deeds could be forgiven and his sins righted with time. after his death, he’d wondered if this would still hold true.

it seems not.

it’s easy to forgive someone for their sins when it has no bearing on one’s own life. when faced with the death of his true disciple--

he never had a place in this man’s heart. even when they’re worlds apart, this man is still unceasingly, mercilessly cruel. the kindness he offers, the future he sees- who is it meant for? standing there, when he sees his face-

it’s a familiar feeling. he’s felt it before, in the eyes of the greedy, the desperate, the wanting. the ones whose eyes are on him, but with sights on something intangible. it was annoyance, that hypocritical kindness that drove him to murder. perhaps, he thought absently, if the one who was he but was so different-- if he were to disappear, if he were gone, shizun would finally deign to lay his eyes on what was left?

it was that sort of idle thought that drew his sword, drawing himself into the world left behind and slaughtering him, until nothing was left but the smears of blood on their weapons and ground. it was that sort of thought that drew him back, an uncommon excitement to his actions as he stepped out of the portal and back to ging jing peak.

ah, but why did he expect any differently? this man, this man is the same as them all. his hypocritical words, forgiving him for the sins of his past-- but. when faced with the same suffering as the other survivors, he turned against him, as they all do. no loyalty is absolute, no love is selfless. even kindness has its exemptions--

and though he smiles, his eyes are cruel. a fool he was, to have believed in any capacity that this man had any worth to him. all that is left is watch, watch him as his world crumbles around him and he finds that all that’s left is darkness, just like he did.

#peerlesscucumbr #tba #blood //#violence //#death //

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i still don’t have tags but oW

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peerlesscucumbr

' tell me. could have I ever turned out any other way? '

“ Yes ,” he says , without hesitation though a frown remains firmly etched upon his face. Even if their fate was preordained by little more than a mad man wielding a keyboard for some extra dollar signs , it did not mean things had to remain the same. Was he not living proof that these fates could be avoided ?

There is something utterly heart breaking about the way Luo Binghe says it , an inquiry for the teacher who ought to have all the answers. Though there are no tears , Shen Qingqiu’s heart stutters all the same .

He wants to help him.

“ Who says you have to be something you don’t want to be ? Are you lacking in in time Binghe ? You can still work towards being the person you want to be ,” he say sternly , though not unkind. Did this teacher to raise you to give up so easily , he wants to ask , only to hold his tongue. This is not the same person he knows , the one which he thinks so fondly of , but to him , this Binghe is still deserving of happiness.

“ It’s easier said then done , I know. ” he says softly , “ You’ve been through a lot . The world is not always kind. “ He thinks of Shen Jiu’s memories , thinks of apologies that will never reach the correct ears , thinks of children who never had the chance to do good , and his own former self which surely must be cold in the ground by now. “ — but I believe in you,” and he means it. He’s still rooting for this stallion protagonist in his own way ( though he’s definitely withdrawn many of his angry comments ) In a burst of courage ,he taps his fan down affectionately upon this Binghe’s head . “ I hope you can work hard Binghe , and find what you’re looking for. ”

Be the god you want to worship

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‘ merry crisis. ’

‘ you needn’t worry your pretty little head, this incident is merely an annoyance at best. ’ there’s a pat to cuoi’s head, but it’s devoid of warmth and the smile he holds is predatory. ‘ if you invite disaster so explicitly, who am i to refuse ? ’

prepare to die little man.

that one vine meme // @muonset

#muonset #tba

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