#so sleepyyyyy

[lesbonym]

Who’s a good lil goddex, pup? Hm?

Or are you a brat, darling?

Just a masochistic, puppy boy, knifeslut… pet.

Kisses, darling.

Mwah, baby.

💋, the conspiracy ;)

(spider 🕷️ & raindrop)

Sososososoos not dair at all, biting and binting and whining so much. So so evil >////////////< 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I'm so so good always and never ever a brat and always the goodes tpup 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫. Need a pretty knife on me sosoa bad please. Need to be a cute marked up pettt qhineeeeeee

Need all the kisses too, just so blushy and whiny and cute and melty. Wanna be kissed so so melty oettt

😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺

Evil hate you both, (please do it again 😵‍💫😵‍💫)

BITES YOU >:3

(Evil an evil return for you both 🥺🥺😵‍💫😵‍💫)

[constantlyquestioningg]

WHY AM I NOT DONE HOW DO PACK FOR MOVE

[gelatinous-globster]

finished my finals, that means norbert art as promised 💪💪💪

[lil-trinkets]

:3

[crimeboys]

i say we all go to bed and watch the vod tomorrow like we’re watching it live who’s with me

[multi-lefaiye]

blood-kin roster (as of now)

hiii hello. i keep forgetting to talk about these guys too much on tumblr. or like... explain them. so this is just a masterlist of the ones that have designs so far, using their heroforge models.

anyway, these are some ocs i've been thinking about a LOT lately. i'm mainly developing them for a future d&d campaign, but i also think. maybe they can have their own wip at some point.

the basic rundown and specific characters under the cut! yeehaw!!

content warnings: lots of talk of murder and violence, talk of cults, and also lots of references to "killing off the weak" and shit like that, b/c that's this murder cult's whole thing.

tagging some folks who i think might be interested: @void-botanist @skitzo-kero @anexor @vacantgodling @astral-runic @invaderskoodge

The Blood-kin are the chosen followers of a murderous god known as Mazzakarr, the god of slaughter. Mazzakarr's followers believe in an extreme sort of Darwinism and that only the strongest, who fight for their lives, deserve to survive. They believe the weak-willed must be slaughtered for the strong to continue on.

Among Mazzakarr's followers, his favorites are the blood-kin, a group of people chosen from a young age to be raised by the cult and molded into his perfect followers, his literal chosen ones and extensions of his will. The blood-kin are not related to each other, but they are connected by the fact that Mazzakarr's blood flows through their veins, and their connection to their god gives them power. They are literal extensions of Mazzakarr's presence, tasked with carrying out his will and molding the world in his image.

Though the blood-kin are Mazzakarr's chosen, of course, they still have to earn his favor. After all, what good is a chosen one that's just given their power? No, they must fight for it.

And so, from a very young age, the blood-kin are taught to hate and fear each other, to see each other as threats to their power and authority. They've been slowly picking each other off over the years, one by one, and now, only twelve of the original fifty remain.

And, someday, there will be only one blood-kin remaining. Mazzakarr's perfect, final prophet, beholden entirely to his will alone.

Blade Which Strikes Twice (Twice) (they/he/it) - the wielder of the two-bladed scimitar.

Twice, unlike many of their fellow blood-kin, is a changeling from birth. In their preferred form, they strike an unsettling figure, a living corpse standing well over six feet tall. Their wide, pale eyes watch everyone around them unblinkingly, and their tattooed lips hide jagged teeth like a dog's.

For many years, Twice was one of Mazzakarr's favorite among the blood-kin, having earned his attention when they killed one of their caretakers in the cult at just twelve years old. Their prowess in violence has only grown since then, and they gladly follow orders without hesitation. It's all they know, after all. Their purpose is to follow Mazzakarr, nothing more.

Except... in recent years, Twice has begun to do something strange: they've begun to question Mazzakarr and his teachings. Not that they would ever dare to admit this, but they can't help but wonder... is there more to their purpose in this world?

(Such blasphemy will not be tolerated.)

Axe Which Fells Kings (King) (he/him) - the wielder of the greataxe.

King is one of the more outspoken blood-kin, a self-proclaimed trailblazer who believes that there is more to life than Mazzakarr's little cult. Not that he'd ever turn away from them, of course, but he thinks he's quite above following their orders at every step of the way. The only one he'll obey is Mazzakarr himself; otherwise, he respects no authority but his own.

This insolence has earned him no favors from Mazzakarr's other followers, nor has it served him well with his fellow blood-kin. Still, his boldness has earned him Mazzakarr's approval, and no one's managed to knock that cocky grin off his face yet. Which, naturally, only fuels his ego more. As far as he's concerned, the other blood-kin may as well roll over and let him finish them off, because it's only inevitable that he'll be the last one standing.

Really, they should just give in and stop embarrassing themselves by dragging this out as much as they are.

(As an aside, King's name is merely aspirational--he's never felled any kings, nor any royalty in general. He'll insist he has, though.)

The Poison-Lined Lash (Lash) (she/her) - the wielder of the razor whip.

Lash is fast, quick on her feet and with her tongue in equal measure, with fangs like a snake hidden just beneath her painted smile. She's a talker, finding great joy in bantering with and taunting her prey as she hunts them. More than that, she loves when they return the favor. After all, what's the fun in killing someone who won't make it interesting for her, one way or another?

She loves the thrill of the chase, almost more than the actual kill. As a result, Lash likes to play with her prey, chasing them down before letting them go just to watch them try to escape her again. The game ends when she gets bored and stops finding enjoyment in her sadistic taunts, at which point she'll finish them off quickly.

As her name implies, Lash is also quite fond of poison, carrying vials of the stuff with her at all times. When she's feeling particularly cruel, sometimes she poisons her prey when she catches them the first time, just to watch them try to limp away while slowly dying from whatever toxin she infected them with.

It's so cute that they think they have a chance.

The Shot Which Echoes Like Thunder (Echo) (she/they) - the wielder of the double-barreled rifle.

In many ways, Echo is one of the most devoted followers Mazzakarr has, both among the blood-kin and the rest of his worshipers. She has devoted herself entirely to his cause, chasing the high of hearing his voice ringing in her broken skull, the echo of his praise in every blast.

While the other blood-kin will often focus on a single target at a time, Echo is most concerned with causing as much violence and bloodshed as she can, often with devastating explosions. After all, the more deaths she causes, the more unworthy and weak-willed cattle are purged from the world.

She is a fanatic, through and through, and she is delighted to spread the word of the father of slaughter. Echo isn't much of a leader, and she isn't particularly charismatic, but she is deeply devoted and passionate in a way that makes people pay attention to her. One thing she hates, though, is sharing that spotlight--with anyone. The other blood-kin are, at best, annoyances to her, little flies that need to be squished.

Or, perhaps more accurately, shot.

The Ruby-Red Moon (Moon) (they/it) - the wielder of the ruby sickles.

Moon is a mysterious figure, even among their fellow blood-kin. They're almost never seen without their mask, as they believe wholeheartedly that exposing any flesh is an insult to Mazzakarr. No, they'll be keeping their weak points safe and protected, thank you very much. They look down on the other blood-kin and they're not subtle about it, firmly believing that they are the only one who truly understands his vision.

As their voice is muffled something awful by their mask, Moon speaks through a voice modulator that distorts their voice as much as it makes them easier to understand. They speak with very little inflection or emotion, and they're not particularly expressive in general even without the mask.

Though Moon is just as violent and sadistic as the others, they're much more quiet and lowkey about it. A big, flashy spectacle is not the point, and in fact making a show of each kill is an insult to Mazzakarr. Murder is not about making the biggest spectacle, but about creating a better world for those strong enough to reach for it.

[duskerot]

watchin over the city ✨️

[wnightingales]

can’t believe i’m forced to work even though i have terminal sleepy bitch disease

[trashcreatyre]

Oughh good morning

[scionshtola]

unfortunate that in order to make my brain work i do have to go to bed earlier

[harteofthehart-ayyy]

Curse of being really sleepy

[junkdyke]

i am homeeeee from Denver (Wheat Ridge) Colorado!! my last trip until next year

tattooed super dope pieces almost every day, ALL of my clients were some form of fem kweer (dykes, enby, and transfems) including one of my fucking COOL ASS MUTUALS @seraphbutch !!!!

my friends are thinking its a potential place to move, but we'll be visiting again soon to really get a feel! idk, its really fucking white tho. speaking of white; so i was making fun of my friend for her Tinder algorithm and finally caved in and remade mine. i have never seen so fucking many granola femmes in my LIFE, amd not like the fun and funky granola either, just kinda beige. I matched with all 10 of the only butch/mascs in a 50 mile radius LMAOOO and then i felt bad bc i exchanged 1 or 2 messages with each of them before just completely not replying to any of them cause i got too busy 💀 a couple of them did, however ,message me again so i answered, they were really cute but it's a shame i am just NOT in place to be doing the app thing rn. Fun to look though!!

i went to a metal show with tattoo crush while we were out there, and I might be going to another one with her later this month!! Both her and Dyke Roomie are down to go to the orchestra with me!! The shop we worked at was SOOO cute with the sweetest artists, one of them wants to get tattooed by me when we come back which is such an honor!! we saw the most gorgeous views during our 16 hour drive, our airbnb host was fucking UNHINGED lmfaooooo, she had us check in late after we had just finished driving for hours, would just NOT leave the room cause she was trying to finish setting it up, had been sick so she had no voice, and then when she finally left, texted Tattoo Crush to say "I'm sorry i'm such a mess. I think I left my vape in the room. jkkkkkkkkk. sorry this is like the worst week of my life, my grandma is sick. the mess is because the other people that live here are going through a nasty divorce. sorry again, im such a mess." just...insanity!!!!! But it was a really fun trip, i love my friends so much!!

We're all agreed that next year we'll be traveling monthly or bi-monthly! Some for sure spots we'll be hitting up are Atlanta, Portland, Seattle, Austin, I'm hoping Vancouver, maybe Boston, San Francisco ofc and maybe spend more time in Oakland, Dyke Roomie wants to go to Salem, another of my coworkers wants me to go to Nashville with her...so excited, so happy, i love life rn and the people in it💖

[walterdecourceys]

ok goodnight. i now have at least ten hours' worth of bart d. ehrman's podcast downloaded so things are looking up

[irbcallmefynn]

Awawaaaaaa im so sleepies foreverrrrrr they should invent a being alive where I can be sleepy and cozy and cuddle forever and be payed one infinity dollars an hour

[nightfallsystem-moved]

its october the 3rd you know what that means

[witchern]

10 mins until i can clock out, @ god gimme strength