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It’s frustrating when the entire reason you came back isn’t even here..

That being said, don’t expect me here much. I’ve got my hands full with work and moderation on another RP site.

I left Tumblr RP for a reason and I’m just constantly reminded why as I’m here, so it’s.. pretty frustrating to say the least.

I’m forever cursed or something when it comes to RPing, lol.

Eh. Whatever.

#★ ooc.#[ tl;dr if you don't want to click: not happy here probably not going to stay; if you want to talk elsewhere just ask. ]

rpmemesyo

Send me 😰 for a glimpse at one of my muse's nightmares!

#★ ask.

Tagged by @xtraordinaire and @punchbae. Anyone that sees this and wants to, be my guest.

NAME / ALIAS. Megan/Aphelion (Aph, Aphy)/Rax BIRTHDAY. October 10th ZODIAC SIGN. Libra HEIGHT. 5′6″ TIME NOW. 9:29 PM AMOUNT OF SLEEP. Usually around 5-6 hours. FAVORITE BOOKS. Master of Ceremonies. Others, probably. LAST MOVIE WATCHED. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2. COLLEGE. Dropped out. DREAM JOB. Author/video game narrative writer/Disneyland. THE MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL. Her silence speaks volumes; there’s a weight in it that’s often bypassed.

#★ ooc.#★ mun.

punchbae-deactivated20170703

“….So– you and Jet?”

withinhersilence

“Don’t start with him.”

#punchbae #★ ic.#★ v: an infinite versus a god.#[ JESUS. WHY. ]

“What. The. Fuck.”

#★ ic.#★ dash reactions.#[ JESUS CHRIST NO THIS ISN'T HAPPENING. ]

memeroundups

Send ‘rough touch’

shadcwman-blog

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

Mun chooses.

#★ ask.

#★ ooc.#[ welp.#only one draft to do.#guess i'll get to that later. ]

elsvo

#★ coldblooded shadow.#★ affinity.

Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection

Hair: Yearning

Ear: "I want you to hear me out."

Nose: "You're so cute."

Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion

Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain

Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear

Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."

Over the heart: "I love you."

Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust

Hip: Interest

Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day

Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/"Wanna go cause some trouble?"

Forearm: Indifference/Don't particularly care for

Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/"You are an idiot."

Fingers: Friendship/amicable

Wrist: Fear of losing you

Knee: "Don't worry, I'm here for you."

Chin: Beauty/attractiveness

Thigh: Sympathy/empathy

Calves: "I will cause you pain."

Feet: "I will serve you forever."/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty

#★ ask.

saralou23

If anything happens to you, I will rain hell down on anyone responsible.

Valerie. (via lycanking)

#★ otp: astral resurgence.#★ otp: chromatic dualism.#★ otp: all i have left.#[ i would say azureshipping but.. ]

dvoyd

cold things are hard things. hard to love, hard to feel, hard to hold onto. they repel with their frigidity, their sharpness, their intensity. (and still some dare to dream of catching a snowflake on their tongue.) they are bitter and raw, yet beautiful and keen. their frozen layers are thick, but transparent; you know a cold thing when you see it. and it sees you. it always sees you. aloof they appear, but inside, they are afraid. yes, the majestic, pale and mighty winter knows fear! those arctic hearts stop, and icy fingers tremble, when met with warmth. the fire is too bright, too warm, too honest; the sun will melt their barriers, expose their nakedness like newborn babes. they fear to be vulnerable, to be seen beneath their frosted veils. (they are monsters, they must be; for they are different.) and some cold things, in their terror, in their panic, become even colder. so cold they hurt, so cold they sting, so cold they burn. they freeze and harden themselves, make their heart into a tundra, barren and numb. it is no-man’s-land; forbidden ground. they become so condensed inside themselves, this no trespassing zone. so thick and dense is their polar armor, it suffocates them; crushes them, blinds them. they are isolated, unable to see the world they abandoned. they cannot even cry out for help. for even if they could, if they did, and by some miracle they were heard, the moment someone touches them, with fingers light as a feather: they shatter. they break, splinter and crack, so tightly held were they, in this: their precious cocoon of ice. in this: their self-constructed, self-confined prison. in this: their home, that never felt like home. in this: their sanctuary, that killed them.

frozen butterflies never die (but also never fly) | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

#★ coldblooded shadow.#★ affinity.#★ internal blizzard.