#ASHELY IM COMMING

[scr-ppup]

Mm .. harmless Impulsive thoughts be like can the cosmos create a yarn wig for the event next week or not? *Two hours later* just finished braiding one of the yarn braids .. now to work on the face frame side pieces of the wi—

[goldiipond]

[raytorosaurus]

my twitter algorithm now only recommends me tweets about international test cricket and i think i'm finally having the ideal social media experience. just thousands of people roasting the english for blatant hypocrisy in the game that is so intentionally boring it's more of a podcast with incidental visuals where the commentators discuss ball seams and delivery lengths and ideal placement of the short fine leg and silly mid-off for several hours. they show actual graphs and strategic diagrams on screen every few minutes. on the field, seeing as it's often more of a psychological battle than a physical one, you will see grown men dressed in all white and wearing knitted vests attempting to intimidate each other using inoffensive language and creating hysterical drama over the umpire enforcing the rules of the game that every eight-year-old junior cricketer knows to follow. each match lasts for five days and you will stay up until 2am watching each one, riveted. ah the gentleman's game.

[climbing-starrs]

i finished banana fish.

[thedogsleg]

I've got like shit to do. And I just wanna draw postal dude.

[whiteeyes-is-a-mad-scientist]

False volcano

The skywings have been claiming the mountain near them has become a volcano. Saying that the nightwing volcano must have woken it up... highly doubtful to me, but when the tremors began the rumor grew more widespread... Which is why im now in this cave.

Toad stuffed the scroll back in his bag as the mountain shook again. He managed to pin pont the exact mountain the tremors were comming from. So far it was just a boring old mountain.

"You hear that? She says youll be released soon." The voice shouted with a nervous chuckle. Toad hesitated before following the voice.

"I... I was so worried she wouldnt believe me and she'd have me killed..." The voice continued as Toad curled around the dark stone corners. His thick mudwing scales scraping against them, the heat was rising. "Imagine what we can do once your out... Like we can go flying and hunting and and you gotta see some of the festivals!" the dragon stopped falling into a coughing fit.

The cave opened up... suffocating smoke filled the belly of the mountain. Chains scattered the walls all connected to somthing in the middle. It would shift and send a chorus of clangs echoing off the walls. Claw marks of varying sizes lined the walls among charred bones and ash.

Toad crept further out trying to see what was behind the smoke.... A dragon... a giant one...

He struggled to hold himself up from the weight of the chains. Anywhere he places his talons melted, even the mountain itself. He shifted toward the ant like form of the other dragon, a wing flew over toads head sending smoke swirling past. Toad bit his tongue to prevent himself from coughing.

"I cant wait..." His voice hissed. his tongue flicked out running it over his teeth "I need to stretch my wings and get this rope off..." his neck and wings were squished into the mountain. To toad this cave was giant but to him it was a cramped cage. "revenge will be sweet I promise you that little brother..."

The dragon below gave a whimper "I wish you wouldnt think of revenge. Let them ruin themselves... the war certainly isnt going in her favor.." The large dragon reared up, he slammed his wings and talons into the mountain. The treamors... it was him...

"Dont you DARE tell me what to do." He roared, another tremor, his jaws struggled against the rope "Once im free I will do what ive been wanting to do for CENTURIES..." The small dragon whined and whimpered apologies under him. The large dragon gave a sigh, rolling his eyes "but I also wish to hang out with you...I have plans but I do wish to catch up on our lost dragonet years..."

Toad had many questions. How could a dragon of his size stay hidden. How was he burning so much? Why dont his ropes or chains burn? but he was also terrified... he needed to leave. now.

Toad turned to escape but the large dragon moved his wing, it slammed into toad. Toad heaved as the wind left his lungs, he stumbled to catch himself in the air. The two whipped around to face the eavsdropper. Toad froze. It was like starring into the sun.

"Who whos that?" The small one yelped

The large dragon opened their mouth as much as they could with a hiss "An unlucky visitor..."

[thegnomelord]

Shark

- 🦈

(WOBSVHDVUH. HOLY MOTHER OF SHARKS. HOW DO YOU WRITE SO GOOD. Gosh you, darn you, daum you. Fuel my god daum brainrot.

Now im thinkin of angst. DONT WRITE IT, I CANNOT HANDLE YOUR WRITING IN ANGST. THIS IS JUST A BRAIN BLURB.

Price is close to death whether it be the ultimte battle between the destruction of all that can die or of a horrid enemy, they have yet to defeat.

Price is alive, but too far to be ever saved. The boys want to summon their captain's ole friend, to say a well had goodbye, maybe even save him. But no books, no scrolls, nor anything etched in stone on the surface depicts them. Nothing.

Price dies knowing hes lived a good life, praying to all the gods that his beloved eldritch dosent destroy the surface he called home.

The only way the poor eldritch finds out, are when Prices ashes are swallowed by the waves.

In every storm, waves tower over the heights of skyscraper, to the point not even those that could fly can cross. Death is quick when it comes to the ocean, like it trying to collect all power it can withhold. Creatures are cruel when it comes to what has killed their gods beloved, relentlessly acttacting what they can. Sharks are rare, to the point their sighting have come near myth or legend. Yet, they will always come come towards any that is draconic for they miss them. Ocean creatures, humanoid or not, would cry with no control, close to fire, dragons or smoke. They grieve. They all grieve.

But, Dragons seem to live longer when close to the waves. Saving them in dire situations when the fall from they sky, wounds healed when submerged in the salty sea. Even if you were pure fire, absolute whole magma. You'd be saftely cradled in any and all water. Water is the safest, the safest they have ever felt in all of their exsistence. They know this feeling, it is old, it is familiar, it is embedded in blood.

For the ocean rembers, it always remembers.)

Okay honestly your brain farts are always so good but. . . But . . . I'm so sorry sharky. This came to before you even wrote your ask and now I have to do it, you're just the sacrificial goat. . .

CW: SFW, angst, made myself cry :/ Got some idea inspo from @heliumknife

John Price doesn't die on a notable day. He doesn't die on the day of reckoning, doesn't die on the day fire rains from the sky and blood muddles your oceans, doesn't die alongside human gods, doesn't die on the day he may meet what made him and hear he was a good man.

John Price dies on a regular Tuesday night.

Not even a blip on the radar.

Having saved the oblivious world yet again he retches a bloodied cough as he stumbles on the beach he'd ended up on. His legs give out, the course sand rubbing his skin when he falls, red blood slowly seeping between the grains. Distantly he can hear his boys calling for him, watching the waves wash onto the shore, the tide too low to reach him; too low for you to sense him.

He can feel Gaz scrambling to stem his bleeding, Soap desperately searching through the first aid kit, Ghost barking on the coms that Price is hit. And as the world begins to grow quiet, the low murmur of waves washing upon the sand filling his ears, washed up amber glittering in his blurring eyes, the scent of seaweed and brine filling his rapidly slowing lungs—

Price smiles — he'll slumber with you soon.

Only when the morning tide comes in do you sense his blood, do you rouse from the depths like lightning, waking from a nightmare to find it has followed you to the waking world.

You're too late.

Like always.

He's so still.

Peaceful — worry lines and wrinkles smoothed out and face relaxed you could delude yourself into thinking he's just sleeping. Oh those dragons with their slumber; he'll grumble when you go to wake him, demanding five more bloody minutes of your attention as if he's the god here. Cling to you like a barnacle and growling like a kitten until you give in and lay down next to him. Give a rumbling purr and laugh at how he got a god wrapped around his finger until you shut him up with a kiss.

But you can't.

Your vessel's eyes keep darting to the blood staining his clothes, the crusted red lines trailing from his lip down his chin, the stillness of his chest, the silence.

They tell you John Price died protecting his team from a brutal foe. John Price died protecting the world. John Price died protecting the very people who in your recent shared memory had been happy to sharpen sticks and melt rock into to steel all in an vain attempt at glory. . .

John Price died a hero.

Your John died.

And you weren't there.

"Hey. . ." You look at Gaz when he speaks, standing on the opposite side of the medical table they've laid his body on. ". . .I know you two were, close." He chokes up, voice rough and nasally, fresh tear tracks staining his cheeks.

You envy him for it. For once you wish you were the ant on a circuit board instead of it's maker, just so you could see the world like they do, mourn like they do — open, visible, showing you cared, showing he wasn't just a toy in your sandbox. That Price was the voice you'd hear when loosening the noose of the rope, the beckoning call beyond the reach of your waves, the one that held that wretched excuse you call a heart.

But you can't.

All your treacherous vessel manages to achieve is a small dip in the corner of your lip. "So were you." Your voice is low and garbled like you're drowning, the rumble of icebergs scraping on the ocean floor filling the silence behind each syllable.

Gaz flinches like he'd been slapped, unable to look at the man he loved as much as you did. "Yeah," His gaze flickers everywhere like fleeing fishes in a reef, "I'm sorry." He blurts out.

"Don't be." You don't look at him, your cold hand reaching out to trace Price's jaw, coarse beard scratching your flesh. "You loved him when I couldn't." A part of you wants to be angry at Gaz for harboring John's affection and attention, that it's not fair for him to be able to mourn when you've known your John long before Athenians and Spartans decided to throw hissy fits in your waters. But you can't call yourself a lover he deserved when you met him so rarely, a blink of the eye for you and a century passes.

"Are you going to kill us now?" Kyle asks, not scared, as if he's expecting it.

It shames you, but you thought about it; of sea life growing gigantic and voracious under your influence, of making the sky weep in your stead, of violent waves rising up and devouring the planet for taking away your world. What's the point of it's existence when the one who made it shine has been snuffed out?

"No," You sigh in resignation. You can't, not while there are still people and places John loved, not while vestiges of him remain. You can't kill what's left of him, protect them like you couldn't do with him.

Gaz tells you they plan to cremate him in line with dragon customs, only to take a step back when you pick your John up to cradle in your arms, his loose wing draping over your shoulder, his head resting on your shoulder, nose buried in your neck as if he's scenting you once again.

"I'll come to collect the rest of you when you pass." You say before disappearing with Price, because if you had to answer Gaz's questions — Why are you taking his body when you weren't even there when he died? Why do you act like you care when you saw him so rarely? Why are you taking him away from Gaz when he was the one who loved Price? What gives you the right? — you would have drowned a country.

Water rushes around him the moment you are back in your element, holding him in a cradle made of your waters like the first time he'd fallen into the ocean so many millennia ago. Water bubbles escape his open mouth as your waves caress and kiss each inch of him, crusted blood muddling the brine around him as you pull him as close to your real body as you can.

Searching.

You can feel his soul once your waters have kissed every inch of his skin, faint yet stubbornly clinging on somewhere in the aether, no doubt giving Death a headache.

You were once a soul too were you not? Just a dead thing too dumb to know it died; somewhere deep beneath the individual writhing sharks and decaying corpses and fossilized bone making up your body resides your original one, nothing but a chunk of rock with the imprint of what you had as a skeleton at the time.

For if Death doesn't come to claim it, a soul won't die until the body's gone. You had slipped past the cracks, grew fat and large on the other souls until Death could no longer touch you without fear of being swallowed whole.

You doubt it would let Price slip through like it had with you, fortunately you put claim on his soul long ago. You swim to the deepest part of the earth where burning geothermal vents spew minerals into freezing cold waters, where you slumber and feed on the souls of the dead.

You curl around him, living and dead bodies parting until Price rests wrapped around the oldest part of you.

Embracing you like he always wanted to.

He waited so long for you.

Now it's your turn to wait. This time you will be there.

And if the oceans above rage for months, if the season long rain floods the streets, if the weather makes it so that in the crushing depths no one can pick out your tears from the ocean brine, all the better.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Cuddle Party

George figured a new couch was in order, given the last one kinda uh. Exploded. Might as well help him break it in!

I blame @george-weasleys-girl for this. It literally all stemmed for this pic

Warnings: Heavy petting. ((Yeah it seems like a vanilla warning, but hey sometimes you aren’t in the right headspace for sexual content. Even if there isn’t sex. You valid sweetie!)) lots of fluff, and some wholesome “teaching your kid about deafness”

Writing coms open

“See? As if nothing had ever happened!” That nothing being your son, Fred the second, inherited someone’s pyrotechnic passion. Wasn’t Freddy’s fault. He wasn’t even old enough for a wand yet, but he was showing brilliant magic. Even so young. You two made sure he understood it was an accident, but also used it as a good learning lesson that when accidents happen you do your best to fix them. Gentle parenting was what helped Freddy best, and like hell you would ever yell at him for such an accident.

“You wanted an excuse for this, didn’t you?” You would tease, as you leaned over the massive thing. Was pretty much a alaskan king, with many purple cushions to accent the orange material. It was loud, and that was how you liked it. It was also perfect for when family was over. Just move the furniture around, and the couch was suddenly much longer with many seats. You did like that. This would make having company over far easier. You really did like it.

"MAYBE~" He cackled, before he jumped onto the thing. A graceful flop he went, with so much space to move around. That had you rolling your eyes, but you were smiling. Your husband. Such a adorable man, and that made you so happy. Kept you feeling young, even with so much happening. With that being said, it also meant you had a streak of mischeif all the same. Before your husband knew it, you jump right on him. Making him wheeze, before laughing.

"NO FAIR! IM DEAF I COULDNT HEAR YOU COMING!" He, playfully, argued. Along with took advantage of your laughter to pin you down. Made you laugh more, as you would fight back. Your wrists pinned, and sock feet flailing, as your were attacked with kisses. Left you squealing, as he made sure to attack your sweet spots. Leaving no mercy, as the two of you broke in the new furniture.

“You are a menace to society, just my type~” He growled, as he gave you a kiss. Then another, and another, and before either of knew it. It was more than just kissing. You two were just engulfed by each other. Utterly addicted to each other’s flavors and scents. The fresh ash, and sweet pastries.

Suppose you two were breaking in the new couch, that’s for sure. As if either of you could complain. That is, until your passionate moment was interrupted by someone jumping onto George’s back. Made him wheeze, before tumbling across the furniture. Leaving you to have someone fall on your stomach.

“ITS LIKE A BIG BED-!” Junior shouted, before he crawled off of you. Quick to stand up, and jump on it. Meanwhile, you two needed a moment to breathe again. You caught your breath far quicker than George did. Since he was full on WWE-ed.

“Dad! DAD-!” Junior shouted, but George was busy with a bruised back. Not to mention his good ear was forced into the cushion, so he didn’t hear Freddy at all. You used that to your advantage, and soon scooped Freddy up.

“Remember, Daddy doesn’t hear to well. Right?” A nice learning moment. With Freddy in your lap, as you sat crossed legged. “Yeah yeah-! He hears only half the stuff we do-!” Junior would agree, and made the sign for ‘silent’ on his left ear. Just like where George’s was missing.

“That’s a good job-! Oh you did so well, you remembered!” You praised, making your son beam. Learning languages sure comes naturally, when half your family’s speaks more than one language. Romanian, Mandarían, French, Arabic, Latin, and throw in some British Sign Language.

“And you remember what we said about yelling?” You asked, as he nodded. “Not everyone likes it! So you gotta ask em first. Cause yelling is scary sometimes. Like when grandma Molly yells. She yells loud!” Junior said, making an explosion motion with his hands.

“Oh she got lungs alright-“ George huffed, as he caught himself again. Once he was steady, Junior was quick to camper over to George. Yanked into the older man’s arms, and held high in the air. Then, he collapsed on the couch. With Junior plopping on his chest. You were quick to snuggle your husbands side, as Junior sat on his chest. Having to much energy.

“Your kid-“ You tease, before kissing your husbands cheek. That made Junior stick his tongue out, and George mimicked him. Having a silly face off. That made you laugh, as you enjoyed the cuddle session with your family.

Eh, that old couch had been here since you three had got the permit for the place. Some things needed to be replaced. But memories like this? Never. You wanted to simply keep creating, and keeping, more and more. Forever, and ever.

[intertexts]

GOODMORNING ITS TRIVA TIIIIME

EPISODE 29 TRIVIA:

- they actually rerecorded this episode. bizly wanted dakotas lesson to be strategy so ORIGINALLY they were fucking. playing chess. for two hours. according to charlie "they had chess dot com open. I don't know where condi was but I was physically prone on the other side of my room like hiding behind something" SO THEY HATED IT. AND THEN RERECORDED IT AND ENDED UP WITH THIS.

- DAKOTA IS OFFICIALLY 18. HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY. really funny that this happens in the hyperbolic time chamber where time in the real world doesn't actually move.

- THERES ART FOR THE BOULDER THING !!!! ITS AWESOME I LOVE THEM

- grizzly: "in the beginning were you guys told to tell me that you were quitting the Prime defenders?"

condi: "no, not at all. that just came out naturally I think"

charlie: "I was so sad to see how heartbroken dakota got at that"

EXPLANATIONS:

condi: "I mean vyncent doesn't really... get it. a lot of hardship has come from being the prime defenders I don't think he sees it as worth all that. dont worry i dont think this is a permanent state of mind for vyncent, hes a malleable little boy, but its where hes at right now. itll change with time but right now hes a little jaded"

charlie: "williams whole plan was, now that he's basically wisp-free and given a new lease on life (< side note. phrase that causes me harm specifically) his plan was to find a way to return this smoke soul and help save ashe and then after that.. who knows"

- dakota ended that scene with "I never wanted to do it alone" and that's what gave him the idea to have them help him with the boulder. he didn't want to do it alone

- the only reason william is still here at all is because of dakota and vyncent. if they weren't here he would've been gone ages ago

- YIPPEE. YOU GET TO SEE JASON ORIGAMI FINALLY. 3/3 OF THE PRIME FORCE COLLECTED. HI JASON <3

- THEY KEEP QUOTING ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN IN REFERRNCE TO WILLIAM. DO THEY WANT ME DEAD.

- chaos beano :]

- cue anime talk for like 10 minutes. prime defenders the weeb podcast ever <3

- OK AWESOME. BIZLY TALKING ABOUT THE CHAOS DEMON: "the way it kinda works is like... the chaos demon lost all sense of personality. yknow it was a soul at one point, but the longer you're in a place like where he was, you just lose what makes you you. imagine you're in a place where people are screaming all the time and you don't even know if the screams are coming out of your own mouth and it's just eternal nothing and everything (< horrifying!). and then when he latched onto you, dakota, it became like feeding off of your negative emotions"

- "What is dakotas worst fear personified? Who is dakota afraid of the most?"

grizzly DOES NOT ANSWER THIS >:| however he does say "it was a really good choice to show him the fall right away. had he not turned into le frog I think I would've played dakota a lot more serious. but because it went from the fall to doug to le frog *then* to ashe, I think it just pissed him off more than it scared him"

- "people try to scare us by looking like ashe a lot"

"okay, no, its only been TWO people and one of them IS ASHE."

- charlie: "yeah I was nervous about that encounter considering I looked at my sheet and all I have is a chainsaw and a shotgun in the middle of an active volcano"

- charlie slime has put together a william playlist it's it's my life mission to find it now. I found the ashe playlist I can do this. I need to judge his music taste.

- theyre talking about jason dying in one of the big darkstar battles and everything and grizzly goes "wow it's crazy how dakota was there and saw all of that"

HELP THAT'S SO FUNNY. frankly i would love to see the two hour chess hell session that's so funny to me oh my god. ALSO DAKOTA 18 WHOOOO he can get shot now!!! great!!

literally took so much psychic damage over the quitting the prime defenders talk. head in hands. im so ill over them... oh boy can't wait to see william stay wisp free and enjoy his new lease on life and be a normal uneventful teenager again !! im sure thats what the next few episodes are about!! ^__^;;

but mac he's literally an angel with a shotgun fighting til the wars done!! he wants to live not just survive!!!

prime defenders weeb podcast of all time... were they talking about one piece. thats my guess. one piece & dragon ball. also the more they talk about chaos demons the worse it is!!! fucked up!!! especially with the new knowledge from the oneshot etc! can't wait for someone to get tossed in there!!

all he has is a chainsaw and a shotgun in the middle of an active volcano.... i love u william wisp. god. also PLAYLIST... good luck finding it....

[innocent-cat]

Can I get some genji and/or ashe x reader comfort for a reader whose friends broke off friendship with them? im going thru it man

I'm sorry to hear you aren't doing too well:'( BUT I LOVE ASHE AND GENJI SO I WILL POUR MY SOUL INTO HEAD CANONS OF COMFORT FOR YOU

for lack of better context clueing, youre dating genji and ashe in these scenarios.

(A/N - pls specify /p and /r you guys confuse me and make me think im doin the whole thing wrong(っ◞‸◟ c))

Ashe Caledonia x Reader Genji Shimada x Reader Head cannons

Warnings - None

"Homesick", Ashe x Reader, Genji x Reader

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Ashe

Ashe had been wondering where you had been all day, and you had scared her a little

You hadn't responded to her calls, texts, and let alone read her texts.

All she could think about was how she could have gotten you killed just because of her living the life she strode

Coming home to you curled on your bed SHATTERED her bro

i don't care how cold hearted she is she loves you with her whole heart and wants to comfort you in any way possible immediately

"Hey- hey- darling? Are you alright?"

if you had said yes she would have said something jokingly snarky about how 'you aint' okay n she can tell'

She of course rushed to your side kneeling, rubbing your back, kissing your head, and whispering to you whats wrong

she genuinely wants nothing more than to help comfort you in this moment and its amazing

When you eventually explain to her that one of your closer friends had decided it's best to cut ties with you, she can't help but look at you with pity

"Oh my love.. I'm so sorry about that"

Expect cuddles. ur the small spoon.

movie night for the rest of the day

she literally just hold you in her arms 'protecting' you from harms way

Still rubbing circles into your back when you fall asleep

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Genji

Poor boy thinks you ran away in the night when you're ignoring him

like

he's genuinely terrified he's gonna go home and UR NOT GONNA BE THERE

he's literally crossing his fingers that you're laying in your shared bed with him when he opens the door to the house

HEAVY sigh of relief when he sees you're safe and did not in fact abandon him

im so tired right now guys

he low key walks to the bed slowly like you're gonna leave the moment you hear him creeping around

"Helllo?｢(ﾟﾍﾟ)"

so confused and soft spoken mann

he literally went to poke you before you turned around and just

hugged him

completely full body embrace wrapped this confused boy

okay he's now less terrified but more terrified for you

"Whats wrong??"

When you tell him what happened he's kinda just like

(・へ・)

It's not his fault guys he's just a little skringly

After an awkward few moments he starts rubbing circles into your back, and low-key playing with your hair

"What can I do to help?"

literally anything.

so you did.

you guys played Mario kart all night and he let you win every race

like. he'd go out of his way to fuck with the COMS just to make sure they don't beat you

He's playing dry bone bowser. I don't make the rules, but I also kinda do

Literally just giggling your sadness away with him doing stupid things to impress you or make you laugh

even if you cant tell he's trying like. super duper hard to make you happy

[radarscookies]

haii ! this is a lil intro post :3

basic stuff

- my name is ash i use he / him

- 7teen

- im a transguy, ace and bi

- film watcher, music listener, rare photographer and writer (i say as all my fics rot in my notes)

sideblogs / socials:

- @ashsgrapejuice - oc blog

- @/adamsbulletwound - tiktok

i have others like discord etc but i have to close with u to give them out but you can still ask 🤷‍♂️

my tags 😎

asks -#ashes answers

random posts- #ashes rambles

more down below !

updated: 22/11/24

interests

- dandy's world

- mcsm (stupid ass block game save me)

- life series

- arcane

- mouthwashing

- goes wrong show / cornley drama society pls i need content trevor my wife

-the league of gentlemen / inside number 9 / psychoville

- saw i love the first and V

- the boys (im mourning)

- dunmeshi

- sinjin drowning

- inscryption

and lots of other stuff too that you'll probably see me reblog ☝️🤓

i also play d&d (i loveeeeeee spellcasters)

you should ask me abt music too...

AND i love my ocs and i will ramble about them

put stuff in my ask box IDK ‼️‼️

boundaries

- basic dni

- pro and com shippers are weirdos and should leave me alone 👍 even if you reblog anything of the tag i will just block you it's free and I WILL use it

^^^ this applies to anything i will just block you if it makes me uncomfortable, it's my experience on the internet and my interests i will do as i wish

also please communicate properly i DESPISE when people don't talk to me about issues directly as i cannot change anything depending on the situation so please just talk 😭

im also very blunt about my opinions and will stand up for them so it that bothers you then don't interact i guess

yeah im just a guy tbh and i love talking about stuff I'm passionate about so just send me an ask or comment or something

i love my friends.. ok bai

thanks for reading !! wahoo !

[perkvpsvcho]

— ⋆ ⛓️ hello, sweetie. pode me chamar de ash, your hag elder roleplayer. 1992, ela/dela. jogo rpg no tumblr desde 2011 e sou semi-seletiva, sempre disposta a criar uma bela coletânea de casais com meus partners. caso tenha interesse em jogar comigo, você pode encontrar minhas regras e informações básicas abaixo do read more. chat e asks estão disponíveis caso só queira jogar conversa fora.

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antes de seguir: esse blog é uma mistura de blog pessoal e blog para rpg, logo, você vai ver muito post sobre séries e etc aqui, então follow at your own risk? inclusive se a série/temporada/filme estiver em exibição agora, sempre vou colocar nome-da-série-spoilers como tag por alguns dias, então se não quiser ver spoilers, é só bloquear aí bjs ps¹: se quiser só falar sobre séries comigo tbm eu vou grudar em você <3

regras completas podem ser lidas aqui.

demoro entre alguns dias até semanas para responder turnos (e msg ooc), mas se for precisar tomar um tempo mais longo que esse, entrarei em contato para avisar

tenho tendência a sumir de vez em quando, mas sempre aviso aos meus partners diretamente ou por posts aqui - se eu fizer isso e te der vontade de dropar o ship ou simplesmente não for o tipo de pessoa com quem você gosta de jogar tá tudo certo, o mundo continua girando

estou sempre aceitando ask meme mas vou logo avisando que photoshop e eu temos uma relação de amor e ódio de longa data

não jogo com menores de 21 anos, inclusive prefiro que nem me sigam (pls im a hag who lives in a tower and never sees the light of day)

smut eu prefiro fade to black

não jogo m/m

gosto de f/f, f/m e f/nb

não escrevo sobre assuntos problemáticos como incesto, abuso sexual e afins

jogo pelo tumblr e discord (@ riovidals)

prefiro conversar pelo discord do que pelas mensagens do tumblr, mas se não usar lá tá tranquilo

[shinytapuashy]

Something that would be so cute would totally be Ash being able to see in the dark and One time Ash scared professor Kukui because professor Kukui was doing late night research and heard noise upstairs in all he sees is glowing eyes And he was like

"AGHAGAHAHANNANENANHAHAHAHAG oh it's you"

"Ok ok, im comming"

After some time he gets used and burnet sometimes ask ash to get kukui ass off his cience stuff and bring her husband to his room

[qulizalfos]

aftermath, bitter thing - by liza (im not putting my last name on tumblr dot com)

...

and again the light rose above ridges of green and ash

and again i whispered to no one,

we are still here because we are something more powerful than the things that kill our hearts

but what a lonely life under a shell of a sun

...

[blurbgreenstars]

Why thank you @saintsnlancs for being gracious enough to tag me! <3

Last song: Dover Beach by Baby Queen

Currently watching: other than the ashes, its mlc, wimbledon and whatever else the tv throws

Currently reading: magazine cutouts (I'm arranging them actually or atleast attempting to)

Current obsession: bird watching from my window (that im doing regularly)

Bonus obsession: fighting on tumblr dot com with mentioned tagger

Anyone who wants to do it, you are tagged <3

[wheeling]

the kind mutual that hides behind the anon feature is here. thank you ash for being on this hellhole that is tumblr dot com. you not only write mike to a tee but you're also very kind and understanding and too patient imo after the somewhat recent events. i'm so sorry you had to go through all of that but i want you to know that there are people out there like me who truly love you for who you are. i am still shooketh by how maturely you handled everything. and shooteth by your writing. and aesthetics. and how you take one character and just bring them to life. and for the little i talked to you ooc. you make this rpc better with just your presence and for that i want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. you're an angel really. i hope no one dares to disrupt your mood in any way and, if by any chance (god forbid) that happens, just know that this one secretive mutual of yours will find out sooner or later and will defend you till the end of times. you deserve the best and nothing less. period. that being said, i hope you have a lovely day and know that your sincere fan i mean mutual is here, always ready to shower you with the love you deserve. again, thank you for being here and thank you for being you❤

WHO IS THIS IM GONNA CRY??? Oh my god 🥺 I’m soft help I’m melting into a puddle. Seriously, after all this recent heavy and stressful bullshit, this made my entire month. You have no idea how much lighter this made me feel. It legitimately brought a smile to my face. Thank you whoever you are, I love you sm and am sending you so many hugs <333