#//THERE

[admin-courtneys-corner]

@shellys-seaside-shenanigans

This is…a threat.

[dutybcrne]

Even with the significance of the day, seems he's taking it easy, blowing a gentle little tune on the flute while seated atop a tree branch.

[kharrneth]

The Garden of Blight, Mansion of Nurgle / Prev

Coruscating agony and a stench to accompany it. These were the first two things that greeted Kharneth as he coughed his way back into consciousness. A fresh wave of stinging hurt passed through his body with each hack, but he was glad for it. He was alive. Injured and unable to make the feeblest of motions, but breathing. He recalled the fight, of being cut from throat to hip, of being defeated.

The next sound out the Blood God’s mouth was a growl, the hatred within sizzling all around him. The corpse-stench ramped up as did the moldy smell of dead wood and about him Kharneth heard the screams and calls of suffering daemons. They didn’t sound or smell like his fragments, their voices too high and their stench fetid indeed. Not the perfumed fug of Slaaneshi daemons, nor their pleasure-warped cries either. No, these were Rotkin, the Children of Nurgle.

And their cries summoned their father. Yes, Kharneth had known the Plague God’s aura long enough to recognize it before the sound of his thundering footsteps. When he made to move his hands, he found them bound. When he made to open his eyes, he found those too sealed closed by a thick film of mucus. His wound, his burning, terrible wound, was alive with sensation: the squirming of maggots and fouler creatures. Khorne coughed again and when he did, Nurglish Daemons issued forth from his throat and nose. They clung to his fangs and dribbled between them, strapped in ropy strands of bloody saliva. Kharneth knew disgust and he knew rage. There would be a reckoning, both for the Usurper and the Plague God.

He could hear the green deity cooing to his children, comforting them, coddling them. It was a wonder how the Plaguekin were formidable at all with such treatment, but chiding Nurgleth about his babying of the rotkin could wait. Nurgle approached and even with his eyes sealed shut, Kharneth knew his brother was displeased.

“ 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗲? 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻.?”

Kharneth snorted. He turned his head in Nurgle’s direction, brows knitted together in suspicion.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞.” He forced out, between labored breaths, “𝐖𝐡𝐲.”

“ 𝗔𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱’𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗦𝗹𝗮𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵.” Nurgle begins, “𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗼𝗻. 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀, 𝗞𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗵..” The Plague God hovers over the Old Hound, thumbing away the mucus obscuring one eye. Immediately, the Blood God fixes him with a hellish glare, but Nurgle only presses his great hands together with a wide grin. “ 𝗔𝗵, 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸! 𝗪𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹. 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀!”

Khorne casts his newly gifted vision around to find that yes indeed, he is within the dilapidated fortress-mansion Nurgle calls home. Looking down, he finally beholds the carnage wrought upon his own body by the Usurper God, including the ugly scar stretching diagonally from throat to hip. Nurgle has been at it, knitting the god-skin with what looks like intestines. Daemons slip between the gaps between the flesh, in and out, like dutiful ants. Khorne can feel them within, restoring ruined organs and removing anything too far gone. Nurgle observes as well, shaking his great head and tutting.

“𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗯𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵..” The Plaguelord doesn’t mentioned Kharneth’s horn, one carved down to half-size. That was the last thing Khorne needed to know—the one bit of vanity he had, tarnished. Ripe territory for another of the Blood god’s tantrums.

“𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥.” Khorne finally dismissed the crippling injury. The blow that had ended the battle and damn near killed him. “𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦?”

“ 𝗔 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝘆..” Nurgle leans on the stone slab he has Kharneth set upon, conversational. Considering. “ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗨𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗮𝘁 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱. 𝗔𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘀 𝗦𝗹𝗮𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵’𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽. 𝗪𝗲 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘅 𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗞𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗵. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁?”

“𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐧.”

Nurgle could not help but laugh, jovial even in the face of so much loss. Ah, but it hadn’t been the Garden of Blight that had been assailed. The Plague God hadn’t felt the bite of the Ebon Blade’s edge in his flesh, through his armor, had he? That had been Kharneth. A lesser God would have surely died and the Blood Father soothed himself with the knowledge.

“𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.”

“𝗛𝗺𝗺?” The Plaguelord glanced down at his weary, angry brother. His smile was paternal. Patronizing. “𝗔𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁, 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂? 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸?” Nurgle said warmly, placing a warty hand on Khorne’s brawny shoulder. However, the Blood God knew his brother, for all their alliances with one another, would keep him here for eternity should it be in his power. He wagered he was not even supposed to awaken, but be frozen here forever, upon this stone slab. Alive but eternally asleep. A god for Nurgle to test his pathogens upon. And when Kharneth was no longer any use…

Khorne shut his eyes back and slowly went slack. Strength. That was what he needed. So long as the New Gods threatened the old, Nurgle would leave him be. But afterwards?

He was as fair game any being in the Warp.

[vishapsking]

service top. will occasionally switch it up, depends on their mood. will absolutely abuse control over multiple elements

[skxrbrand]

Possessive.

[wesleyevans]

@rothane​

Some ring place 

“Okay, I don’t even get what the difference is between this and that one.” He was trying not to get frustrated. He just wanted this to be perfect for Blake. The last thing he wanted to do was fuck it up again. Though the first proposal probably shouldn’t really count anyways. “I just want one that has a nice diamond, a simple band and screams Blake Castillo. Or Blake Castillo-Evans. Or Blake Evans.” Whichever one she wanted to do. 

[southern-belle-outcasts]

//the full wolves in Wolves are...pretty cringe BUT Mamoa with yellow eye contacts and fangs is a gift.

[ericbrandonrp]

// The Frighteners is one of the best movies ever made and no one can convince me otherwise. Also it’s one of Eric’s favourites.

[admin-courtneys-corner]

Some anon sent pictures of her and one had the eevee with like, rock spikes coming out of her sides and I think smoke coming out of her mouth. The picture is kinda dark so I can't tell.

well…i can’t confirm nor deny primal reversion..but i can give some hands on insight on what primal reversion is..!

primal reversion…changes things. temporary changes, mostly…but rough changes.

the adjustments, going off of what i learned with matt…they can differ on circumstances. i don’t fully understand what those circumstances are…maybe the orb, maybe the proximity to legendary beasts…

bones shouldn’t logically be capable of growing as long and sharp as they do…i underwent issues with my spine, matt had issues with a lot of teeth…we weren’t…ourselves. emotions become much less logical, you’re steered towards aggression, i did things i would’ve never done, i turned on my own leader…you lose your agency.

it’s…oddly beautiful…when it’s all said and done the markings brand your skin…and it doesn’t go away.

groudons markings…they…don’t do well with water. i underwent a lot of exposure therapy…

it’s all so…mysterious..!

[lighttheabyss]

Or fill in blank spaces With more dotted lines

[ousamaleo]

@vampyrit​ from here Was he talking to much? Maybe, Leo really wanted to make sure that his own boyfriend knew how much he loved him! even if physical contact was needed, verbal was as much a need.  Even together they was a bigger mess, the other being tired to get on time, and Leo less caring about actually getting to classes, so while they had been together they hadn’t gotten on time to anything. Even to their own dates..

“Heee?” A long complaining sound left him, it was determined then, now they was out and about they could as well do it. “Well then there is only one thing to do, you are taking me out for dinner! And I am paying for the Cinema” Even if he complained his expression quickly change to a smile. Even if their couch date was good, he loved to spoil him and being spoiled out in the city.

[yokaiibutler]

//Pictured: Me having dumb fun on Twitter.

[asuis-dream]

在兩個神之間的嘲弄

There were things one learned when growing with ones specific ever born Quirk. It could be spoken of in simple understanding of their own Souls.

Mortals were weak, those who surcame to the pleasures and rot of their own flesh were ever cursed to remain affiliated to such willful, wasteful, wiles. None of them had been a mortal, nor desire never stirred their path. It was a plain fact, and the more that was understood the more fruitful lives could be for all in their hollow.

The same could not be said of those who are known as the famed Heroes.

Once you are known to have special abilities that went over the line for ordinary...

You are to be judged whether you are either a Hero, or a Villain.

She knew her fate. She was nothing more than to just simply infiltrate any and all headquarters to obtain information. Her powers were not as grand but she made of use to whatever she can do that is within her capabilities.

And so it began.

She sat aloft, so high above the sky watching in fascination. Occasionally she would fall beneath the sea and ocean, mingling with the waves as a being of water. The air she lay upon and rested herself, she ate from the heavens, bathed in the oceans slept within the sky, and drifted into the stars in boredom. Still lack of reason remained. Years or months it took for her to be given a new task: This by of power -though ability she knew not of- with hair of flowing ashened moss and skin as pale as the whitest of paper, each part of the female displayed her true power and nature, her attire was the usual academy uniform however she was wearing her mother's robe that was in the colour of deep bark, woven of grass and moss, odd colours that are intertwined and though she seemed a product of the land below, her gaze was of gentle poise in comparison to the male before her who hardened his gaze.

"To what do I owe the pleasure in receiving such a stare?" She questioned the light-haired male before her without breaking her own to the other's gaze who seemed to be narrowing more into slits by the minute.

@bakugous-dream

[the-smallest-star]

SHIPPING INFO // answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. don’t reblog.

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?:

Got too many for too many muses.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:

Cute fluff, angst, smut (privately), character and relationship development.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

Long as its not with under the age of 18 I don’t mind a reasonable sized age gap.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

A little? They need to have a relationship that doesn’t seem forced, where t both me and ythe mun are comfortable.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NS.FW?:

Touching to cause pleasure, even if its playing with the chest. Gentle neck kissing or smooches don’t apply.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:

Seeing as I have multiple muses and verses then we’ve got thothscripture, void-dad, rubentheruler, idolcraved and some others which are in development~ you know who you are!

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

They can ask yes, or I can ask if I feel like there is some chemistry between the two. But there needs to be consent from both parties, myself and the mun.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:

Whenever we feel its right!

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

II like it but not dependent on it.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:

Yes!

WHAT IS ( ARE ) YOUR FAVORITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

Too many.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

Let me know and I might be secretly feeling the same!

TAGGED BY: @cookinem​

TAGGING: @chase-eternally-young @timekeeperlindar @cyberlife-sent @karmaticretribution @thecatgoddessbast @lacerta-immortalis and whoever else wants to try

[skypxllar]

@lunar-champion liked for a starter

Well, Cynthia always did say that she owed Helen a favor. She’s just hoping that cashing in this favor doesn’t end poorly for her on this end. “Cynthia, are you busy at the moment? I have an important... matter that I would like for you to tend to.”

[crygoriangenius]

🔮 Character Study Traits & Characteristics

repost  &  tag  away!  

BOLD all that applies to your muse. italicized  -  applicable in certain verses.

• eyes:   blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other (black visor with red iris) • hair:   blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other • body type:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | muscular | chubby | overweight | other • skin:   pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored | other • gender:   male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels | don’t have any definite headcanon either way • sexuality:   heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other  | doesn’t like labels • romantic orientation:   homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels

• species:   human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant | other • education:   high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other • i’ve been: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot

• positive traits: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | attractive | charismatic | calm • negative traits: aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | tightly wound | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative | stubborn

• living situation: lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardians | lives with significant other | lives with a friend(s) | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other (with his trusty robots) • parents/guardian:   mother | father | adoptive | foster | grandmother | grandfather | aunt | uncle | none (WELL both of his parents are deceased so technically--) • sibling(s):  sister | brother | none | other • relationship:  single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated

• i have a(n):   learning disorder | developmental disorder | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability

• things i’ve done before:   had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved (IT’S HIS OWN FAULT, DON’T WORRY.) | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them

tagging: Whoever feels like it. I AIN’T PICKY.