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[owob]

Hello, I'm running a fantasy sandbox Discord roleplay called Astronautical!✨I've put a lot of love into this world over the past few years and wanted to kick it alive!!!! Hope you'll join!

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[psycheterminal]

Treat anything on Discord as media that will be lost

Do not use Discord to host your files. Do not rely on Discord to preserve your text. DO NOT RELY ON DISCORD FOR ANY KIND OF PRESERVATION OR HOSTING!!

It CAN be lost, it WILL be lost! You must consider Discord as a part of the Core Internet, controlled by one company that hosts the servers.

I thought it was impressive at first that it replaced IRC, but now I am horrified. If the company behind Discord went under today, how many friends would you lose?

How many relationships? How much writing?

You may think this won't happen, but I remember when AIM went down and along with it, entire novels worth of interaction with my oldest friend.

IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU. IT WILL HAPPEN AGAIN. NO COMPANY IS INFALLIBLE.

Back up your files! Download anything you've saved to Discord NOW, before the API changes go into effect! And DO NOT RELY ON THEM FOR HOLDING IMPORTANT FILES!

[1cyl0]

can you do mnml roles?

─ mnml roles lay !!

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[murkshade]

shes normal i swear!! haha!! **kicks her crimes under the couch**

Softstar is for @dividedskiesrp!

[bluemantics]

When he looks in the mirror, sometimes Keith searches for Shiro. He tilts his head, eyes tracing his nose, his hair, wondering if blinking hard enough will change things. It never does. 

Keith knows it’s stupid— Shiro isn’t actually his brother. It’s just difficult for him to watch that empty seat in the dining room, hard for him to hear the deafening gaps in conversation Shiro would fill. 

So he looks, and he tries. When Allura approaches him to strategize, his mind races to Shiro’s normal responses. If Pidge seems to work harder than normal, he lectures her, ignoring her muttered “isn’t that rich, from you.” Hunk cooks and Keith remarks on how delicious it tastes, thanks him for feeding the team. All of this leads to stares. 

Nothing is seamless anymore, not even waking up. He has to walk by Shiro’s room every day. One time, he stepped foot inside, and left immediately after. Shiro’s walls closed in and suffocated him, pressured him. It still feels wrong to be occupying any space where his echoes ring out. 

Black is no different. She reminds him that she knows, she knows he is not Shiro, tries to comfort him with soothing pulses. Yet all he can see when he looks through her eyes is someone who is smaller, angrier, and vulnerable. He can’t get comfortable in his seat. Keith never envisioned himself at the helm of anything, much less the team designed to save the whole universe. When he’s alone, and thinks of it too much, a gap between his ribs aches. 

This team might be destined to save the universe, but Keith Kogane was never destined to lead it. 

The worst times are when he forgets. He lets himself feel eased, laughs with the team like it’s natural, issues orders without deliberation or second guessing. In those instances, guilt weighs on him like a thundercloud. How could he have felt so familiar in someone else’s role? Keith quickly retreats, reminds himself of his place. Not the helm; he’s the stand-in. 

All this self-loathing would be so much easier if it weren’t for Lance, badgering him constantly. Day in and day out, his new “right hand” constantly pushes him. 

“Join us for dinner or I won’t participate in tomorrow’s training exercises.”

“Team movie night! Your turn to choose.”

“Are you sure that’s the right plan? I’ve been thinking—“

It’s fucking annoying when he’s thinking, but it’s all Lance seems to do. He offers up opinions constantly without being asked, shows up to meetings between Keith and Allura, knocks on his door after difficult missions. Keith can’t remember doing any of this when he was supposedly Shiro’s right hand. 

“Why are you always on my tail, Lance?” Keith demands after a particular comment. 

“Because you need it.”

Lance has a new confidence when he speaks, a bravado that doesn’t need flowery words. His voice is sure. 

Keith knows he’s right. Part of him secretly relishes Lance’s feedback, uses his presence as a crutch. Another part of him is ashamed to rely on anyone at all. Shiro stood tall as a lone watchdog over them and barely needed help from anyone, much less the mess that was Keith. It makes him doubt his older brother’s judgement in choosing him for Black. 

He’s exhausted from questioning himself, his brother, his teammates. At night, he tosses and turns, and every time he tries to train, Lance stops him—or worse—joins him. Keith has a looser grip on his sword and his words at night. Control slipping, he worries he will say the wrong thing as Lance takes him down with newfound skill that only time and practice bring. 

“Since when did you get good at this?” Keith heaves from the ground, chest rising and falling quickly. Lance stands over him, smiling widely with pride. 

“Since you needed a new sparring partner.”

Keith notices Lance doing this a lot lately, anticipating everyone’s needs. Suddenly, Lance wraps Pidge in blankets, tells Hunk not to worry about a broken gadget, and comforts the Alteans by listening to their stories. 

With a pang, Keith realizes something: Lance is a better leader. The whole team probably knows it by now. Effortlessly, Lance fills new shoes without so much as a complaint, while Keith flounders trying to shove his square-shaped self into a circular opening. 

When Shiro comes back, Keith doesn’t even register the differences between This Shiro and His Shiro. He grew up with nothing, so he isn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Instead, he did what he’d been itching to do since he first stepped in Black. 

Keith ran away.

When he’s alone in his quarters at the Blade, he looks in mirrors. He searches for traces of Lance and sees none. Hands cold and stiff, he covers the looking glass with a sheet, unwilling to stare back at an unworthy face.

[ipadnotesdotcom]

you need to get 6 disgusting long haired women from preachers brain tonight

[greatdbsy]

𝗆ׅ𝗈𝃛𝗈𝗇ׄ𝗅𝑖𝗀𝗁ׅ𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝃛𝗇𝖺᪾ׄ𝗍𝖺 ㅤ݂ㅤ⠀✴⃝̸𝅦⠀⠀⠀ ׂ 𝗎𝗌ׄ𝗈 𝗉𝖾᪾ׅ𝗌𝗌𝗈᪾ׄ𝖺𝗅

𝟣𝟪𝃛𝟨̸𝟫 ⠀ㅤ݂ㅤ⠀ 𝖾ׅ𝗍𝖾᪾𝗋ִׄ𝗇𝖺𝑙⠀ 𝒾𝗇ׄ𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖻ׅ𝗅𝖾᪾ ⠀＿＿＿ 𝓈𝗍𝗋ׅ𝖺𝃛𝗇𝗀ׄ𝖾᪾𝗋

[n1ckk-f]

Mood q fiz no tédio amores <3

[shrimpyjackal]

Tell me abt the vampire oc plssss (╯°□°)╯(╯°□°)╯(╯°□°)╯

Oh I don't really have any deep lore abt her! She was created accidentally, but then I redid her and then used in rp with three other people. Her name is Martha!

I used her in a murder mystery roleplay with some fantasy characters (She was one of the suspects, not the murderer tho) But girl later got killed... with an The aspen stake? (dont look at me that, i was a teen and RPd with other teens)

And then Martha was revived to help solve stuff. Her undead version would`ve been the present version in the timeline. The design i DO have saved of her is the "alive" one. I think she was an actress or entertainer in some quest-house (???). I like her-

But since she is now a vampire-undead(??) creature, i drew her in the undead state! Here`s how i would do her in my current art era!

Her 2020-21 design still kinda nice i think? but i would just simplify it a bit-

[malu-web]

Download do vídeo. 🫶🏻

[girzapata6]

I'm having the time of my life with this stupid fucking app SNDJAINAJSJAJANSJDBKSNAS

(For context, I [As Torbek] made a post about Agdon... The NPC replied, and then, yeah---[?)

[y0oni3]

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[1cyl0]

— mnml srvr lay !!

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some chnls might not be visible bcz there are annc chnls !

[irl-batsignal]

I downloaded the actual tumblr app to be able to have notifications for certain ppl and i hate the app?? No cause im so used the website that this just is horrible

Man :(

[justsigma-bsd]

magic anon: curse of the tiny. sigma has become two feet shorter. ( so if you were 5'2, you'd be 3'2. )

"... @my-taintedsorrow they took my height :("

[glykera]

Open starter (this ones been in my notes app for ages)

Glykera just wouldn't stop following you around. She kept trying to help you with every little thing. Gods know she was bored. Somehow, she had managed to help clean the entire camp, which was pretty hard to do with a bunch of mentally ill teenagers. She needed to be able to help somebody.

@the-gods-abandoned-us @arisdaughter @mache-of-greece @demigod-jack-hearth @kaiaalwayswins @unhinged-waterlilly @yourlocalfallenstar @son-of-the-moonlight @luci-likes-dinoss @elixs-mythology-corner @bast-the-best26 @emdabitchass @if-chaos-was-a-boy @luck-is-crucial @love-lightning-forethought @the-prince-telemachus @pink-koi-lovejoy @apollos-favorite-child @ariathemortal @cass-sees-the-future @reyna4ever @daughter-ofthe-moontitan @of-course-im-the-winner