It's Just Work

I think it’s time I quit Tumblr for good???

Some part of me really, REALLY doesn’t want to. At all. Not even a little bit. I’ve been on tumblr for a really long time. And I’ve developed and grown tremendously since joining years ago, and now, there’s... really not anything that Tumblr is offering me anymore. 

The only consistent roleplay partner I have is fading off of tumblr too, and I talk to her pretty much daily on Discord. So, if my only roleplay parter is on discord consistently, and we gets to do a ton of threads and plotting and ideas and general talking there, and I can’t seem to find partners, and the ones I do find don’t stick around for more than 2-3 replies... I really don’t see the point?

I’m not saying goodbye to any of my characters. Not even a little bit. I love all of them dearly. But there’s something about saying goodbye to all the memories, especially on my main character’s blog. But that’s been inactive for an even longer time. There only thing keeping me here is nostalgia.

And I think it’s time I let it go.

I’ll stay logged into tumblr for a little while longer, because I know there might be one or two of you that might want to stay in contact with me. And if you’re one of those people, I’ve got some awesome news for you!!

Remember that thing about Discord I was talking about? I have a server! I have many servers actually but I have one that’s especially for friends to congregate in! You can post and link stupid memes and roleplay with anyone else in there, or just talk shit. Mostly talk feels and about dumb character stuff.

IF YOU ARE ONE OF THE RARE PEPES THAT WANT TO STICK AROUND WITH ME, HIT ME UP IN MY INBOX ASAP!! I WILL GIVE YOU A DISCORD SERVER INVITE, AND WE CAN KEEP TALKING!

If you’ve read through all of this, thank you <3 Tumblr has been a hecking trip and honestly a big part of my life, but I don’t feel like as much a part of it as I used to be, and that’s okay. It’s time to move on! Tumblr just isn’t a good place for me anymore for many reasons, so I’m finally going to lay everything to rest. 

There’s a whole lot I wanna say but it’s going to be rather redundant at this point, so I think it’s time to sign off. I’ll reblog this a couple times, but after that... It’s a little heartbreaking, but it’s been a long time coming, and it has to be said eventually. And that eventually has finally come. To everyone I know, everyone I knew and to Tumblr as a whole...

Thank you so much for the memories.

List the  TOP TEN SONGS YOU’VE BEEN LISTENING TO LATELY    and then tag 10 mutuals

Mother Mother -- Very Good Bad Thing

Porter Robinson -- Flicker

Caravan Palace -- Wonderland

CAZZETTE -- She Wants Me Dead

Ruchir-- So I’m Gone

TroyBoi -- Afterhours

The Synthetic Orchestra -- An Unhealthy Obsession

SIAMÉS -- The Wolf

Glass Animals -- Take A Slice

Vash stared down at the hand, than back at the….well whatever it was, and back at the hand. He was obviously hesitant to touch it, which was understandable, as it was impossible to imagine what Genubris was capable of. So does he shake the hand or not, and tell the guy his name? What was he risking exactly, the guy probably didn’t know he was an outlaw on this planet anyway ( although he could probably use that against Vash IF he figured it out ).

After a moment, Vash put a finger into the guy’s hand, letting him shake it. Awkward, but it was a start to say the least. “Uh….my name is Vash.” He replied, still staring at Genubris like he was from a different planet. The Plant was certainly at a loss for words.

“So much wariness, considering you are no more human than I. I do not seek to harm you, and I do not believe I have shown any intentions of such. Is it the claws that put you off, perhaps?”

He was teasing, of course. He knew people tended to be uncomfortable and cautious around unfamiliar creatures. It was merely an instinct, based in self preservation, and there was no changing that. 

“Just what the hell are you supposed to be..?! You’re about the strangest thing I’ve seen on Gunsmoke thus far….and that says a lot!”

Vash was surprised by this guy’s appearance, a little freaked out even. The Gun-Ho-Guns were certainly a freak show on their own, but this guy had something pretty different about him that made said group look like mere normal citizens of the planet. “Service offer? What…?”

“Aah, I suppose my appearance is rather jarring, despite the typical inhabitants here. However, it is best you be left in the dark until we are well acquainted; Prevents one from judging a book by its cover, as they say.”

The creature’s tail slowly wagged from one side to the other, his weight shifting on his hooves in sway with it. He kept a calm, cool, sharp-teethed smile, and half-lidded eyes; He clearly was unphased by the reaction.

GREETINGS SCUM OF THE INTERNET. Are you a demon fucker? Don’t lie to me; We both know you are. BUT DON’T WORRY, THERE’S NO KINK SHAMING HERE!! As a matter of fact, I’ve got your fix!

SMACK THAT REBLOG/LIKE BUTTON AND MAKE IT CALL YOU DADDY if you would like to have this waggly butt loser smooth talk his way into your bed heart! SPECIAL OFFER NOW: TWO FOR ONE DEMON AND ANGEL PACK!!!

Repost, not reblog! Tag 6 muns you would like to get to know better when done!

NAME: Reeniebear99 is all you need to know till i know you too NICKNAME: Reenie AGE: 17, turning 18 this month tho!! FACECLAIM: I just draw ‘em PRONOUNS: she/her but it really couldn’t matter less to me HEIGHT: 5′4????? BIRTHDAY: August 25th get your presents ready AESTHETIC: SPACE SPACE SPACE but also that steampunk, rusted metal sorta look from the first Bioshock game is p heckin rad (and pixel art is fuckin hella) LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: Work Song by Hozier (from this playlist I made)

FAVOURITE MUSE(S) YOU’VE WRITTEN: God fucking bless my trauma children but no one likes the slice of life genre anymore so

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON YOUR CURRENT MUSE (THAT YOU ARE POSTING THIS ON): I did an angel/demon AU for my trauma children and loved it so much that I made an angel and a demon to play with and loved THEM enough to give them their own blog so

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE: Genubris is a deal-making demon with the power to manipulate the sinful BUT HE’S A COMPLETE FUCKING LOSER WHO WILL MAKE A DEAL FOR A CHOCOLATE CAKE and Oblux is probably the most dangerous thing to walk this planet but really likes bubble tea and her demon friend so she’s a loser too. I JUST REALLY LIKE ALL-POWERFUL LOSERS OKAY?? OKAY.

WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING: Music is so hella.  It gives me V I B E S. But also some games can really inspire me to do big things!! AUs especially lmao. Also Britt and all her characters god fuckin blesss

FAVOURITE TYPES OF THREADS: -SLAMS FISTS ON TABLE- CHARACTER DEVELOPING ANGST THREADS THAT END IN COMFORT/MAKEUP FLUFF. THAT SHIT IS MY GOD DAMN JAM. I hate angst that goes nowhere and never gets solved, and mindless fluff can be nice but gets boring for me pretty fast. GIVE ME THE FEELS THAT DEVELOP CHARACTERS AND THEIR RELATIONSHIPS

BIGGEST STRUGGLE IN REGARDS TO YOUR CURRENT MUSE: No one likes OCs lmao and I fucking loathe 99% of the fandoms that exist anyway so. Writing them and developing their lore? Np, tons of fun. Finding someone to write that shit out with? Impossible. So, short answer: Finding RP partners. -shruggie-

TAGGED BY: I stole it from @dripdropshadows lmao

“Well I don’t blame people for being private, it’s just how some people like it. I wouldn’t call it careless…” he commented on the side as the other talked, they were pretty rude. Especially as he said he’d drag an answer out of him.

“So you’re just some guy who appears to people outta no where that’ll do anything for someone once?” he said almost to get a confirmation of what he was hearing. “Almost sounds like a genie but with more limitations and no lamp.” He fell silent as the other got closer to him, pink eyes locking on with black and yellow spiraled ones. Feeling the drag of the others nail cross his throat. Perkins trying to keep calm slowly put up a hand and gently grabbed the others wrist. A black liquid coating his hand as he held the stranger. “I’d say I’m just a normal human. I’m a normal human who wouldn’t want a scene outside.”

“Perhaps, but there is no limit on what wishes you can-- Hmm?”

Pink eyes focused down on the hand holding his wrist. The substance on it was new, and unfamiliar. However, not unseen before. A grin spread across the man’s face, showing his teeth to be a bit sharper than they once were.

“Human? Absolutely. Normal? Quite a stretch, and one thin enough to see through it.” He snickered, “Normal humans don’t ooze, my good sir.”

The mention of a ‘scene’ happening was... intriguing. Usually, Genubris would simply laugh. But this time... just maybe, this one was a threat. No threat like an angel, but perhaps just enough to be treated with a bit more care? 

“Well, well... I can’t quite figure it out for sure, but I understand a bit now. Human, with something a little less human inside... Not quite possession? No, more like... Coexistence? A... parasite, lying in wait.”

Genubris took hold of the other man’s hand now, keeping it in place. Didn’t want him to hide this interesting discovery, after all.

Perkins didn’t really expect this while trying to go out for a walk in the early morning, barely anyone was out around the area he was in. Dew set on the grass, the smell of a fresh rain pour obvious. Now a man with white hair was examining him saying how unique he was. His bright yellow eyes tracking the other when he finally spoke up when he introduced himself. “Genubris…” he repeated, now that wasn’t a name he was familiar with at all. “Uhh I don’t exactly like the concept of someone searching answers if I don’t wanna tell em soo…” he cleared his throat taking notice of the use of it is “My name is Perkins, sir. Also what do you mean by serving? I didn’t really call anybody to do anything like that..”

“Mmh, yes, people tend to be closed off that way. Seems to be part of the ceaseless effort to preserve one’s life and integrity. It’s amusing, yet rather agitating in some instances.” The man in the red suit rambled, “I will drag an answer out of you yet, rest assured.”

The eye color of the man-- Perkins, he was called-- was intriguing.  Humans didn’t typically have yellow eyes. He could name a number of creatures that did off the top of his head, but he didn’t seem to fit any of their descriptions quite right. Curiouser and curiouser...

“Hahah, oh no, sir. Not the kind of serving in which I come to your beck and call. I serve anyone only once, and it’s much better than simply fetching you a glass of wine.” Genubris said, a hint of a chuckle on his breath. “With only one easy payment, I can do anything you want me to. Now, I cannot stress this enough, but I will try-- A N Y T H I N G. For you, however... I’d like an answer before I take a request.”

One of his fingers raised up to drag his nail across Perkins’s throat, then up his chin, making him stare into Genubris’s bright pink eyes. His pupils were in thin slits, but were as piercing as ever, seeming to be digging into him. They wanted to search, they wanted in...

“What. Are. You.” 

“You know, in my line of work, I’ve met a vast number of people. A vast number of creatures. But you... you are much more unique than just that.”

Was he being forward? Yes. Should he maybe have taken things a bit slower? Absolutely. But from the way he held himself, tall and proud and relaxed, it was easy to get the sense that, perhaps, he simply didn’t care.

THE REACTION IS SOMEWHAT…UNEXPECTED. While Coraline had, indeed, asked if the angel and demon knew of the horrid creature she had encountered all those months ago, she hadn’t exactly expected such a solid answer. The term soul eater sticks in mind, bringing forth the memories of the ghost children: “She at up our lives.” 

How accurate, then, such a statement was. 

A shiver runs down her spine as she is reminded yet again how lucky she was to have survived. Her fighting spirit and her bravery allowed for her to escape- this is something Coraline is grateful for. 

As Genubris kneels in front of her, Coraline is able to look him in the eyes. She can see how genuine he is- and it’s really, really nice to have someone who understands just how awful the situation was. Her greatest adventure…and her scariest memory. While Wybie knew the story and believed her, he had never experienced anything more than the Other Mother’s hand; he knew not how awful her tactics were, or how close Coraline had come to losing. 

But Genubris did. 

“Thanks,” she says with the same genuine tone he has. “I’m…I’m pretty glad, too.”

A nod, then Genubris stood again, clearing his throat and straightening his suit. 

“Now, about that coffee...” He tried, hoping to change the subject.

Oblux nudged his side, trying not to giggle, but still grinning. He rolled his eyes and pushed her back. Of course she wouldn’t let his moment of kindness go anytime soon.

“I’m sorry as well. I can feel the pain of the scars, but I am not as aware of pain as Genubris is.” She said, offering a comforting smile. “I think after the bonding the two of you had, though, we can try to get to know each other on a ‘not as sad’ level.”

The word ‘bonding’ elicited a scoff from Genubris, but he couldn’t deny that she was wrong. Even as a torturer in hell, and one who abused weakness... Coraline was young and innocent. He had great distaste for children, but she was past that age of being considered a ‘child’ and in the age of learning from mistakes. He just wished she hadn’t have had to make such a horrible one so soon.

“I have chocolate, if that sweetens the deal. I suppose I can share some, if I must...” He offered reluctantly, trying to break his own thoughts. “You can have the cherry ones. Those are my least favorite.”

“As in, he likes them just a little bit less than the others in the box.”