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petticoat · 6 years ago

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I had been against the idea of rp community dying for a long time, but now I wholeheartedly support it. It just needs to die. Role-playing has lost every meaning of that word and every group that I have been a part of lately has been killing my mood for writing. People are rude, controlling and way too stuck up. There's no help. What are you thoughts on this?

I saw this message earlier and had to step away to have a long hot shower to deep-think this over in. And then a few more hours of thought after that. And now I’m.. still not sure I have a solid answer for you?

To be honest, I’ve never really thought about a full “death” of the RPC, and I think that’s because I don’t think it’ll ever truly happen - while large groups of us may grow disenchanted/find new hobbies/otherwise lose time for it, it seems to me that there will always be new people discovering it and stepping in. That being said - still an interesting concept.

And I’m not entirely sure… the RPC hasn’t died? In a way.

I don’t say that to be dramatic, or even wholly negative, but I do see very little resemblance in the LSRPG community now (which I say specifically because it’s the section I’m most a part of) and the community I joined back when I was 16/the years following. Which, to be fair, is a looong time, and things naturally evolve and change over the course of 7ish years. And it’s not like anybody killed the RPC; there’s no specific stage to blame, in my opinion. But yeah. I’d say the way everything is structured now is a complete departure from where it came from.

Kind of like that Berenstain-Berenstein Bears effect, I feel like so many of us talk about this ill-defined “golden age” of RPing where everything was exciting and wholeheartedly absorbing. We all remember getting up early to do replies before school, or refreshing the app during school to check for new content on the dash (reading everybody’s threads, not just your own), blasting through homework or work to get on the computer. NONE of us seem to know how, why, or when that all stopped, but it evidently did - and we’re all sad about it.

While I certainly don’t want to discredit your feelings (because they’re super valid and I’m so sorry those were your experiences lately!!), I disagree for the most part on the people here. While there are certainly rude, backhanded, or even toxic individuals in the community (as can be said of any group of people), for the most part I find kindness and energy here.

But I would say maybe.. we’re all tired? Stressed? Putting too much pressure and meaning on something we all started because we love it so much, only to turn it into various versions of competition? There’s nothing inherently wrong with beautiful, complex graphics, promotional material, contests, talk tags, etc. But when you put it all together with elongated wait times before a roleplay even releases it’s main, it’s putting a stress on all the wrong parts of roleplaying. It can make it about the showmanship, the build up; the success of an rpg is merited on how many applications it gets at opening; suddenly a character you want is no longer just a role, but a badge that you beat ( x ) amount of people to get it, a trophy for your muse page. As much as admins will say apps are not about quanitity, I think so many of us still feel that stress to write thousands of words or have our shot lost. And when all these places take so long to go up, we have less options to chose from. so some people join because it’s the best among the things that are out, then leave their muse days or weeks later because they were just desperate for somewhere to write. Or the novella-paragraphs take too much time to reply to. And so the dash stalls. Or it dies. Rinse, repeat.

So yeah… I think I’m ready for LSRPG to die – at least as the dominating force of the community. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not a total naysayer; I find good things in the practices of it all too. I’ve had great experiences, met good people. And I don’t even want those roleplays to go extinct, because there have been so many beautiful ones! But I would love a return to the more grassroots of things – bios with the standard three paragraphs, gif chats and paragraphs welcome, mains that release when they’re ready, less serious characters. I think an alleviation from the seriousness of it all might do the community some good, and change the way we write, talk, interact, support one another. I don’t know if that would actually solve any of our problems, and maybe it wouldn’t do a goddamn thing, but it’s a nice thing to think about.

#rp life #ask #anon #answered #idk if this even makes sense but im too tired to write anymore so #posting now

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olympivnshq · 6 years ago

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congratulations izabella ! deliberating on EURYDICE was really intense for us because we got two applications that were equally beautiful. what stood out for us was how much of an individual you made this character in a way that made us believe she is the tragic protagonist of her own story. your passionate advocation for that came through in every section in your application, and while it was a tough decision, we know we ultimately made the right one. we’re happy to welcome you with your first faceclaim choice: BENSU SORAL.

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ OOC INFO.

Hi there! I’m Izabella, I’m 22 years old and I currently live in CST. I’m super excited to apply, especially since I’m such a fan of greek mythology. I’m also a gif maker in my free time for the rpc!

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ DEITY — GENDER. AGE RANGE.

Eurydice, Female, (23-27)

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ MORTAL NAME. JOB/OCCUPATION. BOROUGH/NEIGHBORHOOD.

Adara Phillips, Cabaret Dancer & Waitress, Greenpoint

☆ﾟ*・ﾟ AESTHETICS.

i. The pale orange sky of a 5am morning ii. Flowers growing back as thorns iii. Ripped fishnets paired with boots iv.The lonely howl of wind through an empty apartment v. A single spark of hope vi. Smudged eyeliner vii. Standing in a crowd of strangers viii. Cracks on the ceiling ix. An old leather jacket, well worn x. The smell of hot coffee xi. Cherry lips, a smart mouth xii. A canary in a golden cage xiii. Guarded walls xiv. Winter snowfall on the city xv. The hazy lights of a club

☆ﾟ*・ PLAYLIST.

E U R Y D I C E; A playlist (listen here)

ft. H.E.R, Frank Ocean, Billie Eilish, & more

i. Sweet, sweet fate I had about all that can take You’re my living in the breath that I make Is it yours? I wonder

ii. Shower your affection, let it rain on me Don’t leave me on this white cliff Let it slide down to the, slide down to the sea

iii. Oh, Father tell me, do we get what we deserve? Whoa, we get what we deserve Way down we go

iv. It’s seeming more and more Like all we ever do is see how far it bends Before it breaks in half and then We bend it back again

v. I’d be the dreadful need in the devotee That made him turn around And I’d be the immediate forgiveness In Eurydice Imagine being loved by me!

vi. But nothing is better sometimes Once we’ve both said our goodbyes Let’s just let it go

vii. And we were grown on the same round little blue dot Although the answers will take their time and the spinning won’t stop So could it be that the nightmare is upon us And heavy hearts can’t decide when they’ve had enough

viii. Two drifters off to see the world There’s such a crazy world to see We’re all chasin’ after all the same Chasing after our rainbow’s end

☆ﾟ*・ HOW WOULD YOU PLAY THEM?

( y o u t h )

Disillusionment. Adara is no stranger to the darkness the world has to offer, too many times has it plagued her path. Born into a poor family, each breathe was a struggle. There was never enough food on the table, never time for love to blossom when her parents were forced to work graveyard shifts. In a house that threatened to fall apart, Adara began to understand just who she could rely on: herself. Still, little inklings of childhood dreams would float into her mind. Was there a life out there waiting for her, warmth and yearning pushing her to try and find it. So she did- at the naive age of eighteen, she packed a bag of her belongings and disappeared into the world. The greyhound bus took her from her empty South Carolina town into the heart of New York City. For the first time in forever, she could taste a possibility on her tongue: the kind of future where she didn’t have to live day by day.

It wasn’t like that.

( n e w y o r k ‘ s l i g h t s)

She’d gone from place to place, landing in a rundown apartment that was far from being a home. The cracks on the ceilings mirrored that of the girl, each one growing more severe with every encounter. What money she had she hid under her mattress, the dollars beginning to dwindle under New York’s gaze. In an act of desperation, Adara found herself in an interview for a cabaret bar. The flier’s bold letters made a claim: be a star, shine like a dream. That was all she really wanted, a chance. So she took it head-on, promises coming back to tie a rope around her neck. Instead of a glimmering stage, she was tossed into the works as a waitress and dead beat dancer. The crowd was reminiscent of sharks in bloody waters- the disgusting comments made them high, all at the expense of Adara. And kindness? It was as prevalent as water in a drought.

Dreams withered away and the knife twisted in further.

( t h e h e a r t a c h e)

What little solace she had was in a neighbor. He’d introduced himself with a soft smile, eyes that shone like brilliant emeralds. It was hard not to lay all her hope into him, when every other hour spent was under the shadow of skyscrapers. Falling in love was something Adara had never done before, and it terrified her. We’ll run away from here, we’ll find something better. They were promises again, made under linen covers and the stars. Yet once she was ready to give herself away completely, heart in the palm of her hands, he left without a sound. No note, no word, nothing but the wind blowing through an empty apartment. It was a lesson learned- trust no one but yourself.

( t h e d e b t )

Money was what made the world around, and she never seemed to be able to get enough of it. Each dollar made was stuffed away, rent looming overhead, demanding to be paid. The first of the month would arrive with a fury, and Adara would struggle to make the payment. She’d fall short another hundred, and her debt would begin to rise. The threat of eviction notices began to pile up at her door, and she’d plead with the landlord to give her another chance�� however the question remains, how many chances does she have left?

( e u r y d i c e & a d a r a )

What I wanted to do was have Adara’s life mirror that of Eurydice’s. I think that the original version is someone that was plagued in her own fate, a tragic hero that despite her hope, was taken apart by the world. She was known for being resilient and putting her faith in others, only to be betrayed. Such was the case when it came to Adara chasing her dreams and the man she was willing to fall in love with. I think a common thing between each character is their transition from innocent hopeful to a realist. Both approach life as a pragmatist, after understanding that in order to survive, they cannot hold onto things like hope… however being human, this is something that they desperately want in their life (despite not being willing to admit it). A sense of warmth, someone to hold. Adara, like Eurydice, carries the heavy burden of being alone and it’s an extremely tiring thing. They each trudge on because they have to, but if given a better option, both can be swayed into falling for a trap. For Eurydice, this is the encounter with Hades or even marrying Orpheus. For Adara, this was the lure of the big city and promise.

All of these factors determine how I would portray the character if given the chance, both Adara and her mythic counterpart: as someone whose weathered, someone who finds complications in giving away her heart too easy because of fear, someone who understands that the world can sometimes be a machine that takes people and spits them out… and someone who desperately wants this to not be true.

Personality traits

+ Resilient +Independent +Complex +Fiery

+/- Cunning

-Desperate -Unhappy -Disenchanted -Guarded

*please include both how’d you play their “mortal” version, as well as their original, unadulterated selves.

answer these questions: 1. are they more likely to stand with the pantheon or against it? ( if you are choosing a god they may endeavor to dismantle it for whatever reason )

I think that Eurydice would potentially stand against the Pantheon, after all, she sees the gods and goddesses as beings who have everything. It’s their job to help take care of the mortals, but she herself has been left to the devices of the world. It gives her little to believe in, and if it’s beneficial to stand against the pantheon and serves her, then she would do it. 2. what is their stand on mortals?

Mortals are unkind. Mortals have been put through hell and back, Eurydice included. However if they can tap into their human nature, maybe just maybe, the world can begin to bloom again.

☆ﾟ*・ SAMPLE PARA (OPTIONAL)

A mosaic of pink and orange painted the sky, dawn falling on the city that never slept. For a moment, she could hold onto a sense of calm. No streetcar horns, no sound of the train rumbling past her apartment, no neighbors airing out their Saturday morning grievances. Peace. If only. It’d been another late-night shift at the bar, a job that left little to be desired considering the clientele. Come on sugar, how about you ditch the drinks? When she’d been younger, she always dreamed of becoming something great- one of those actors that shined under the spotlight. Maybe a dancer at the ballet. Unfortunately, life had cast aside dreams in favor of reality. There was no room for fantasies when she needed to survive. So, another grimy eight hour was another table set with dinner.

Cigarette extinguished into the ashtray, her eyes looked across the street at a familiar bedroom. The light was on, he was probably headed to work again. They’d met on the NQ train, each encounter furthering the blush that threatened to creep in her cheeks. But it was always the same. The minute life offered a warm bed and a hand to hold, a sense of doubt nudged her heart aside. There was no room for love, not for a woman who didn’t have the luxury of falling. Another person was a liability, and wouldn’t they only hurt her and disappoint her like the rest? Adara’s gaze lingered for a moment, the myriad of what-ifs swimming in her mind before she cast them aside. Life didn’t work that way. Life wasn’t kind.

☆ﾟ*・ ANYTHING ELSE?

here is adara’s muse tag

#semi appless rp #lsrpg #literate rp #mature rp #bensu soral #ohq:accepted

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bornsiren · 7 years ago

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( FRANCISCO LACHOWSKI, HE/HIM, OC ) ┊ did you hear about SIREN? i heard that they also go by NICO RUÍZ and are aged 28. they’re still in tact, so that stuff in the press about them being SELF ABSORBED and CHARMING. think the papers are right?

cw: death mention, minor drug mention

➜ nico is a character from an original work im putting together, but i’m modifying him a little to better fit this particular setting! i’ve been playing him on and off for like three years now, so there’s a chance you’ve seen him wandering around the rpc. i’ll try to keep the important stuff brief, but if you have any follow up questions, please message me! i’ll bold the most important stuff, everything else is optional reading.

➜ nico is the son of a minor brazilian goddess, iara. he is half human, and he grew up with his father. he has a lot of resentment towards his mother, because he feels she should have taken him with her when he was young. however, to make him immortal and a part of her particular world, she would have needed to drown him, and she didn’t have the heart. as such, nico is mortal && has spent his life among mortals. ➜ as the child of a siren, nico has the ability to use his own siren song. he is able to create a limited psychic connection, and thereby control anyone within hearing range. he does not have to sing anything particular, so long as his psionic will is being carried by some sort of song. the closer a person is, the easier he can control them. extended exposure over long periods of time can render someone immune to his affect. there are people who, even without exposure, are entirely immune to his abilities, but those are few and far between. usually those with godly parentage or influence are immune. if nico is trying to control large groups of people, he is limited to basic mood-influence rather than out-right mind control, but one on one and in close proximity, he can make someone do just about anything. ➜ growing up with his father, nico was extremely poor, and he used his powers to keep he and his father taken care of. as a young boy, nico’s control was lacking, and he wasn’t always perfect at it, but he was able to keep a roof over their heads. however, his actions started drawing the attention of the wrong type of people. he was scouted out by a group of assassins. it was with these assassins that nico came into his own. they helped him hone his abilities and taught him to fight, too. nico finally felt in control of his life; he felt powerful. he took on the name siren, then too. ➜ eventually, his stint with the assassins would lead him to america. by then, nico was becoming disenchanted with his chosen profession. while he didn’t have particularly strong moral objections to killing, and especially not for the right price, he resented the strict rules he had to follow. he settled on the east coast, and cut ties with the small group of assassins he worked with. (it wasn’t quite as easy as all that, but we’ll make a long story short) nico fell into a habit of thieving and committing other various petty crimes, while also taking up with the upper class of his city. ➜ what i’m driving at here is that nico was (and is again) literally a professional sugar baby. he uses his powers to convince people, mostly rich men, that they’re having affairs with him and reaps the benefits without ever actually having to put out. ➜ i know i said i would keep this short, im SO SORRY it hasn’t been short at all. thank you so much if you’re still reading -- because this is where it gets kind of fun. while living his decadent-ass, brunch-fueled criminal life, nico came across a young boy and ended up sort of adopting him. the boy, parker, was basically nico’s brother. nico took him in off the streets after he found out that he was experimented on in an attempt to give him beyond human strength and an enhanced healing factor. for the first time, nico had something to focus on that was bigger than himself, and taking care of parker humanized him greatly. ➜ then one day nico walked into a parent-teacher conference for parker and met isaak, the great love of his life. who also happened to be a morally upstanding hero by-night. a lot of cliche lovey-dovey drama ensued, and it honest to god made nico a better person! he had a family again in isaak and parker, and he did everything he could to be better for them! he thought of his family as a piece of himself. and nico, self-absorbed piece of shit that he is, loves all the pieces of himself. parker and isaak were pieces of himself he could love the most purely. ➜ however, about a year and a half after their meeting, a massive attack lead to isaak’s death. isaak’s death was unrelated to thanos. ( in fact, it happened about a year ago. ) the death of isaak absolutely crushed nico. he tracked down his own mother, tried to bargain for isaak’s life. nico went so far as to track down the goddess who granted isaak his powers in the first place, but his efforts were rebuked. the gods turned him away again and again. he tried his best to keep it together for parker’s sake, but it was one of the darkest hours of nico’s life. he went to lengths he’s not proud of in the effort to bring isaak back to life, but he ultimately failed. ➜ flash forward a year, and nico is with parker when thanos wipes out half the population. this includes parker. ➜ long story short; nico has lost EVERYTHING he loves. he is cruel and careless. he spends half his time drunk or drugged; he uses people to get what he wants. he’s a mean little bitch. he’s shallow and searching for anything that’ll make him feel a little less lonely for a minute.

#infinites:intro

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vindictiveolympianqueen-arch · 7 years ago

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What made you want to rp as Hers

Ask the Mun!

{ It’s something I’d been considering for a while before I actually did. Before Hera, I mainly played Sigyn from Norse mythology, and I couldn’t help but notice the similarities between the Sig and Hera, even though the differences was what really stood out. But, I think my dark!verse for Sig really got me interested in exploring Hera cuz that verse had Sig be much more like Hera always seemed to me. And I had so much fun exploring that type of character. And I thought it’d be really interesting to explore someone so similar but different than my sweet ‘be kind but take no shit’ baby, the juxtaposition really interested me!

But,at the time, there was this other Hera that I thought was amazing and I was afraid that I wouldn’t be as good as they were. (They used Angie as a fc too and it’s because of them that I fell in love with the notion.)

I don’t know if I would have actually gone through with making this blog if it hadn’t been for this Leo Valdez blog that started playing with my Sig. They encouraged me to make it. And, I think it happened at the right time too, because I was becoming extremely disenchanted with that rpc and couldn’t be on that blog without feeling sad. So, it was kind of a mixture of things. }

#thanks for the question!#my 2 Mom goddess loves tbh #{ the mortal speaks }#drew-a-tanaka #{ Answered Prayers }

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obuljagon · 8 years ago

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LET ME START OFF BY SAYING WOW. i never expected to find such a beautiful, wonderful and accepting community on tumblr? i was truly, truly growing disenchanted with it and the people in the rpc when i decided to make Dany, but coming here has reawakened my love of writing and I want to thank every single one of the people that have been a part of making me feel welcome and loved in this community. if i could i would honestly add every single person that follows me to this list and talk about them individually but alas i cannot so i will go by groups. i am a literal fucking goldfish when it comes to these things so if i forget anyone, i APOLOGIZE, know that i love you, and well continue loving you even if i’ve forgotten your name on this list. these are some of the sweetest people i have ever ever ever encountered and i feel honestly blessed to be able to interact with them and their muses, and that they like interacting with me.

@foxofthe100 @kiingbuilt @mothertrgryen @yngwolfrobb @killthebxy @thcbull @reekcd @griffinshand @wineinthewidow @taintedblccd @zokliitsos @valyarys @forsakingonevow @watcherandshield @vallorous @illegitimatesnow @ladybcar @agirlofwinterfell @trueststeel @onlytwotalcnts @iksidaorvali @nivallis @wolfqueennamedstark @unchainedgiant @theusurper @freefolksflame @watchended @davcseaworth @honorended @jauntyreguim @oathbreakcr @moreastark @missandeiofnaath @qeldlie @wolfgiirl @wightking @moonofherlife @whisperspun @ulvmann @albiiis @tridentcrowned @tarthbeauty @silcntwolf @khaleesihandmaidcn @rhaegxr @vaedar

these lovelies are ones i stalk from afar hoping and praying that they will notice my vain attempts to attract their attention with my salt and crack posts and maybe me frantically waving my arms and screaming ‘write with me !!!’

@crowncdcrow @needlcd @foughthonorably @firefclt @motherofwolvcs @wildncss @worshipsonlydeath @thesellsword @wolfsouled @zaldridarys @northernveined @predative @thefirststorm @oathfend @emcraldscales @zaldrizesx @greywcrm @ofgoldenwit @keepfcith @bearmaiiden @boywarg @foreignaccent @vowstained @eversoblack @thornedgrace @ornxry @fidelisursa @aureatehand @wintercrowned @crowsxng @unbcwed @mithraiic @wolfdreamt @lcrdcrow @queenxfthorns @serursus @aurxchs @aboyforthewatch @wolfshroud @honourofwesterling @logicalhealer @avaricebled @donerowing @jcynepoole @rhaxgal @bastardveined @nomagiconlyprayers @wolfscion @snckesand @sanddaemon @valadhxfndr @vestwings @knightedmountain @arthurxdayne @txrmundgiantsbane @agooddog @saltrisen @debtspaid @watchdeserter @tormundbearfucker @flayedbarer

i have no doubt in my mind that i have forgotten some people, and honestly i would gush about all the special people that write with me but then this would be ten million miles long and i like to think i express how much i value every single one of my partners every day when i scream at them about how much i love our threads, if not please present yourself for head canon screaming. <3

#bias list tw #『 ` ; ★ › 【 BREAKER OF CHAINS. 】 → ooc. 』#;____; y'all make me so emo jesus christ #also this turned into a 'pls write with me' post as well oops

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