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oh right i have a rhaast. @indevitatus thanks for reminding me

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a big concept boy that @imparria / @decaying-flesh drew for me, Iâm blessed
muse: *breathes near someone they may get along with*
other rper: yâknow i think they could maybe sorta be kinda cute toge-
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"You can talk to me, or not talk to me, but I'm right here."
@ferrumdaemonium | pinterest quotes / accepting
Rhaast stares at her for a good moment- if he had any eyebrows they would surely be furrowed in thought. Eventually, his teeth grate against each other and he curls his hands into fists, ignoring the sharp claws digging into his palms. Heâd heal soon enough anyway ( and itâs not like he really felt it either, he didnât feel much nowadays ).
âYeah, you are here.â he mumbles quietly, his eye narrowing at Bathsheba. âI appreciate what you are trying to do, sister, but talking about it- this- wonât change anything.â
a nasty rhaasty boy

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Since itâs sinday I might as well join in with a filthy headcanon of mine:
Rhaast doesnât default to having a dick, he is more than capable of âcraftingâ one if he needs one. Speaking of crafting, he can make whatever genitalia he wants to, be it male or female... or none.
He defaults to none while itâs not necessary.
ââ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ââ
â iâve polished this anger and now itâs a knife. âÂ
â iâm fine, iâve had worse. â
â death too must be earned. â
â how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ? â
â am i a bad person ? â
â family isnât who youâre born with, itâs who youâd die for. âÂ
â are you flirting or starting a fight ? â
â iâll survive, somehow i always do. â
â um.. thatâs my emotional support knife collection. â
â tell me; would you kill to save a life ? â
â i am someone who did not die when they should of. â
â iâve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. iâm good at anger. â
â you canât protect everyone ! â
â i have to try. â
â turn the pain into power. âÂ
â what doesnât kill me better run. â
â are monster born or created ? â
â chin up kid, theyâd kill to see you fall. â
â if he puts his hands on you, cut them off. â
â i could keep you safe. theyâre all afraid of me. â
â donât play games with me. donât ever think youâre capable of that. â
â the question isnât who is going to let me; itâs who is going to stop me. â
â something had made your eyes go cold. â
â you havenât even seen my bad side yet. â
â everybody knows that iâm a mess. â
â iâm sorry i let you down. â
â well, if it isnât the feeling i was trying to avoid. â
â you are not your father. â
â even on your bad days, be kind. â
â you donât want me and i need to accept that. â
â stay gentle. everyone is at war. â
â the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths. â
â i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ? â
â always be a little kinder than necessary. â
â kind words cost nothing. â
â i am being perfectly fucking civil. â
â weâll never be those kids again. â
â iâm the original family disappointment. â
â if karma doesnât hit you, i fucking will. â
â if you canât be happy, at least you can be drunk. â
â you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but iâm here. â
â guess youâll just have to fight me. â
â i never asked to be like this. â
â wow. youâre a dick. â
ferrumdaemoniumâ:
He goes quiet, and she wonders if heâs tired of her already. It would make sense, she believes personally. She wasnât exactly good company. But when he speaks up, she huffs a breath out, tail twitching, but quite obviously listening to him speak. It was only right she listened to him after all, especially when he hadnât really wronged her in anyway.
â⌠I donât think youâre that far gone. You⌠Are not who you used to be, that is certain. But neither am I. However we still have sentience, correct? We can make decisions. We can choose whether we let our fate entirely control us.â She goes silent, before sighing. âBut maybe I just cling to false hope. I lose more of my memory, more of myself with each passing day. I canât even remember my village properly anymore. The names of people I cared for.â
Her voice was quiet now.
âIâm scared of losing myself. Rhaast. When I first claimed my host⌠I. I lost myself. To all the pent up pain. Anger. Sadness. I slaughtered a mountainside village in two days, and donât even remember it. I didnât even feed. I blacked out. I lost control and became an animal for⌠For days. Weeks. I donât remember⌠Anything from that time period. I regained my sanity after some time but⌠Iâm terrified it will happen again, and that I will never come back from it.â
A shudder ran through her at the memory, as well as the thought. The mere idea of simply becoming a roaming beast, without thought it conscience⌠It was awful. But perhaps she overshared just now.
â⌠I apologize. As for isolating myself? I wonât. But donât isolate yourself, either. I am here for you. I always will be.â
He listens, too ( he knows many of his brothers and sisters thought he never did but he did; he listened all the time ). His claws go back to picking at his flesh, idly, while he listens to her. Heâll never understand where she keeps finding that hope of hers- but the most important part of healing is wanting to and Rhaast isnât sure he really wants to.
Oh, what heâd give to be back in his Ascended form, though, but his mind has long since deteriorated and bloodlust and slaughter is all he really knows now. All he remembers.
He shakes his head a little, shooing away the thought, before a puff of breath pushes past his jagged maw. His eye narrows then widens back to its original size right after.
âIt seems like you found yourself again, though.â he murmurs then, leaning back slightly to stare up at the sky with a slightly wistful gaze- the sun is high and its rays gently batter Rhaastâs flesh, but he doesnât notice. He doesnât feel. ( He doesnât remember. ) What was the sunâs warm touch like? How did it feel when it caressed him, warming him to the very core? Would it feel the same way now? He has no answers for any of these questions heâs asking himself.
âNot without any complications, huh? We lose a little more of ourselves every day.â Rhaast stares down at his hand then, watches it try to claw at the sensitive flesh under the armor- perhaps in an attempt to feel something other than anger and hatred ( and the need for bloodshed )Â but even his own claws canât pierce the carapace of dead flesh and dried blood that he consumes after every kill.
Donât isolate yourself, huh? Pretty hypocritical of him to say that to her when thatâs all heâs ever done, really. But just because he spends most of his time ( enjoying the slaughter ) killing mortals, it doesnât mean he wants those he still cares about to go through the same thing. Bathsheba deserves better- they all did.
âHow do you do it, Bathsheba? How do you still hope?" How do you not give up?
umbranatus replied to your post: yeah so Iâve come to the conclusion that I do...
⌠what an idiot
umbranatus replied to your post: yeah so Iâve come to the conclusion that I do...
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yeah so Iâve come to the conclusion that I do kinda really like Rhaastâs concept art so thatâs what my Rhaast will look like now

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hey eggsplain why no one talks abt rhaasts concept art
Artist:Â Ky.Roâ @kyrodil
I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.
I have become rather fearful I suppose. (via dollpoetry)
@ferrumdaemonium said:
"...Why does anyone care what we have?"
Rhaast shrugs at the inquiry. "I guess they're just curious... or seriously crazy. Or interested... mortals are weird."
@umbranatus replied to your post: Rhaastâs default height is 7â˛3 but he can either...
does that workâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ.. down there too? :âv
âDown there can be changed to whatever I want it to be, provided I have the 'resources' to do so. Interested, are we?â

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Rhaastâs default height is 7â˛3 but he can either shrink or grow depending on how much flesh and blood heâs consumed that day... So the more he eats, the bigger he is, basically.
ferrumdaemoniumâ:
â⌠Iâm sure thereâs still a small part of all of us, capable of pity. Most likely in a very negative sense of course.
Iâm sure youâre capable of more than you think, Rhaast. More than just violence and rage.â
A moment of silence.
âI canât answer that question. Because I do not know the answer. I know I hate what weâve, what Iâve become. I hate that all of this happened to us. Maybe I do pity myself. Pity us.
I donât know much anymore. I donât ever know how to feel about things. I scare myself. I donât want to give in to the bloodlust looming under my skin.â
Rhaast is quiet for a moment, lost in thought, most likely. Then, he sighs.
âI donât think you realize just how far gone I am, sister.â Rhaastâs voice is unusually soft. He finds it strange that she still holds some hope for him, even to this day, even now ( but heâs too far gone; a lost cause ).
He kneels down, scratching at the ground idly before he laughs breathlessly. âScare yourself, huh... Canât say I know the feeling. Nothing scares me anymore- not after going through everything.â He curls his hand into a fist at the last word, grabbing a fistful of dirt and stone and crushing it in his hand without an ounce of hesitation ( like he will do to every last mortal out there ).
âLet me give you some advice, sister; donât isolate yourself. Not if you donât want to give in to the bloodlust- not if you donât want to become like me.â he laughs again then, though itâs more forced than anything really ( he wants to claw himself apart, his flesh itches with a hunger for blood- for slaughter ) and he straightens himself back up with a heavy sigh.