robbedgraves - Tumblr blog

[robbedgraves]

Gives this post a “like” and I’ll jump into your IM for plotting ‘n’ stuff.

[robbedgraves]

send me a ✐ for a random sentence starter from my muse (1-1500) — tw: profanity, mild nsfw, long list

generator here quotes compiled from here inspired by

feel free to change to fit your preferences as need.

Keep reading

[robbedgraves]

Smallville sentence starters

“ Kids just don’t fall out of the sky. “

“  Is there a reason you’re here early or do you just enjoy busting my chops? “

“  What are we gonna tell people? “

“  I’m not really a team player. “

“  I don’t care about the past - I believe in the power to reinvent yourself. “

“ I just want to know what you stand for. “

“ if you could see anything, what would you do? “

“ I’m not familiar with this child. “

“  Hello, citizens. “

“ I don’t want to do good things, I want to do great things. “

“  The hardest thing in the world is telling someone you love, that you like them.  “

“ It was supposed to be an intimate occasion. “

“  No, I think I’ll play it by ear, you know, fly by the seat of my pants… “

“ You can learn a lot from someone you hate. “

“ It’s not about the ending, it’s about the journey. “

“ What kills me is that I know that I’m right. “

“  You don’t feel any differently about me now do you? “

“ Can you imagine waking up one morning and having powers? “

“ Your gifts are… well, they’re part of you but they don’t define you. “

“ I just want to say I’m sorry. “

“ That turned out all right. “

“ I saved you, didn’t I? “

“ You can’t just go snooping around someone’s house. “

“  The question is, how’d they get inside? “

“  I do stuff… “

“  My biological parents are either dead or didn’t want me. “

“  This isn’t you. “

“  Do you have a family photo? “

“  You never know what the future will bring you. “

“  I hope for your sake you’re wrong. “

“  You can get hurt now; you’re vulnerable. “

“ Isn’t that what it means to be human? “

“ Once a hero, always a hero. “

“  Destiny’s just another word for not having a choice. “

“  Am I dead? “

“  The life of someone close to you will be exchanged for yours. “

“ The sacrifice would’ve been not coming back at all. “

“  You aren’t mad, are you? “

“ You know why there’s no heroes today? It’s because at the end of the day, people don’t respect them; they envy them. And they’re just waiting for them to screw up. “

“  I sincerely hope your trust hasn’t been misplaced. “

“  I think the trick is just to live your life to its fullest. “

“  Do you think I’d look better with hair? “

“ We are not gods. “

“ If You Look At History, The Great Men And Women Of The World Have Always Been Defined By Their Enemies. “

“ You Can Quit If You Want, But Remember: Quitting’s A Very Hard Habit To Break. “

“ You Are Your Own Worst Enemy. ”

“ There’s Nothing Wrong With A Good Fight.”

“ We Don’t Have The Privilege Of Mistakes.”

“ Even If We Don’t Expect Perfection From Ourselves, The Rest Of The World Does.”

“ In Every Epic Tale, There’s Always One Person Who Believes In The Hero First, Someone Who Helps Inspire Them To Greatness. “

“  Because you’re my greatest weakness and I’m afraid that I’ll be yours. “

“ You’re not my weakness. You’re my strength. “

[robbedgraves]

Cry havoc.                     Let loose the dogs of war.

Indie rp blog for Lionel Luthor. Based on Smallville (2001).

[robbedgraves]

Bro, We Are Mutuals . Its Ok To Message Me . Im Ur Friend . I Love You . … Bro, We Are Exchanging Discords Now . . No Dont Stop Keysmashing Bro .. Bro

[robbedgraves]

anonymous sent:  fan favourite + eliza & lachlan

Just to clarify since it’s been forever since this meme was reblogged. The point was to send “fan favourite” + a character and I’d  hit you with an alternative faceclaim

---

Lachlan Luthor

I ended up picking an alternative faceclaim for Lachlan a while back because there were zero resources for John Mann. Also, y’know, why not. I chose Mackintosh because from the screencaps I saw of him there was a stoic, worn down vibe which jived very well with how I imagined Lachlan. Also, I just found out that he was on a show named “Luther”. Clearly I made the right choice. 

Original Faceclaim: John Mann

Alternate Faceclaim: Steven Mackintosh

Eliza Luthor

Lionel’s mum was mentioned all of two times and is never seen in the show. I had a faceclaim for her anyway. 

“Alternate” Faceclaim:  Julian Moore

[robbedgraves]

😗 - YOU ARE THE SOFTEST BEING. well, once i got to know you, you were. just a big ol' lionel nerd. ilu.

This was from forever ago, I cry. But I'm 100% the biggest Lionel nerd you'll ever meet. I love that damn bastard so much.

[robbedgraves]

I’d love to have more long-lasting pairings and plots wherein I get to know my partner and be friends with them, and we can be chill with replies but just go overboard on memes and headcanons and I just want more plots I can literally cry over because I love the characters we have and their interactions way too much????

[robbedgraves]

                                    moodboard meme

send me one of the following symbols and i’ll make a moodboard for my character.

✿ for a general moodboard about my muse

💛 for a moodboard about our muses’ relationship

❤  for a moodboard about a romantic relationship of my muse 

💗 for a moodboard about another significant relationship in my muse’s life

💕  for a moodboard on my muse’s view on romantic and/or sexual relationships 

👗 for a moodboard about my muse’s fashion style

👶 for a moodboard about my muse’s childhood

🏠  for a moodboard about my muse’s home aesthetics

🍕 for a moodboard about my muse’s favorite foods

👮 for a moodboard about my muse’s occupation

[robbedgraves]

     Rain. That’s what he felt. Wet cold pellets wetting his face and soaking his clothes. Cheeks. They throbbed…why were they throbbing? Without opening his eyes his hand travelled up to feel the knotted flesh. Ground. It was hard beneath his body. Why was he on the ground? Honestly, he couldn’t say. At one point or another, he probably had a reason. Did it really matter? No, he decided, no it really didn’t matter. Despite the rain, he could smell the city. It smelt musty and old. It was worn down and broken. Dull, lifeless, inanimate. It was like an old coloured movie. Slowly he rose from the filthy ground. He was wearing a brown overcoat and a worn pair of blue jeans…funny because he didn’t remember putting those clothes on then again he didn’t remember why he decided to lay down on the filthy ground either.       

     There was really no point in sitting, of course, there was really no point in standing but the ground was quite uncomfortable. Without a sound, the young man sat up. The sky above him rumbled and for the first time, he noticed that he was both soaked and cold. Slowly he dragged his feet down the narrow alley. He felt like a zombie…maybe he was. That might explain why everything seemed so dull. Then again he wasn’t craving brains. Well, that thought threw the zombie theory out the window. As he turned a random corner the rain began to lighten up; in the distance light splashing could be heard. As it came closer he turned his head only to have a gun shoved in his face, as if it was supposed to be threatening. The majority of his head was covered but judging from the steadiness of his hand he’d done this before.       

     In all honesty, he didn’t know what to make of this man. “ Empty your pockets.” Was he really so stupid as to try and rob someone who clearly didn’t have a penny to his name? “ Do it now! ” apparently so. Anyone else might have been scared but you can’t be scared to death when you’re already dead. In fact, he found himself taking a step forward. “ Do it, come on. Don’t make a threat if you aren’t gonna carry it out. ” The blandness in his voice surprised even him. The other man’s eyes flickered slightly- maybe it was the scars or maybe he realized that there was something seriously wrong with the man in front of him- then they hardened once more. . “ Don’t fuck with me! Empty ‘em now!.” Another step was accompanied by the deep hope that the guys would have the balls to pull the trigger. For a second the wannabe robber’s eyes wavered then a beacon of light flew from the sky.       

     The man didn’t even have time to cock his gun before he went down. The loud crunch of bone could be heard as his saviour’s fist connected with the assailant’s jaw. Why had this man saved him…and why the fuck was he dressed as a bat. This man, no not a man. It was clear by the determination in his movements that he was fighting for something beyond man. No, this symbol. Didn’t he understand how pathetic the fight was? Didn’t he realize that this dull dead city was beyond saving? Couldn’t he see that saving one lone man was completely pointless in a population of seven billion? Apparently not because he didn’t stop until the man was tied up securely and hung up on a pole as if that would serve as a warning. For a second the bat turned to him and their eyes met. Untold depth lay within. He knew you could tell by the hardness in the pupils. And then he blinked and He was gone.

      It was crazy. Where had he come from? Who was he? And why had he left without saying goodbye or leaving his number? That was an awful way to end their first date.

      It was pathetic really. Whatever He was fighting for. It was a lost cause. Yet he beat on the wannabe assailant as if he was really making a difference. He really thought that there was meaning in his actions. It was pathetically hilarious, a big joke. And for the first time, he felt something bubble up a wonderful euphoria.

      He looked up at the moonlit sky. A crack of thunder, a bolt of lightning. Some people say there’s a man on the moon, all he saw was a bat. There’s a bat on the moon. A giggle bubbled up, there was a bunny on the fucking moon. He laughed out loud. His scarred cheeks spread to their absolute limit. A bat. Laughter passed his lips, what a joke, a bunny. And like that, he was whooping and howling until tears came to his eyes because there was a god damn bat carved into the moon. His stomach cramped with pain but he continued to laugh, unable to stop. The screams of laughter and pain ricocheted off the walls. He felt something slip away, like a wisp of air, never saying goodbye. Gone…gone…gone…the bat hid behind a cloud…

      The World was a Joke and he was the Joker.

[robbedgraves]

8 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER.

ONE / ( ALIAS / NAME )  ace

TWO / ( BIRTHDAY )  august

THREE / ( MBTI )  entp

FOUR / ( HEIGHT )  5′4″

FIVE / ( HOBBIES )  writing, travelling, reading about history, horseback riding

SIX / ( FAVORITE COLOR ) red

SEVEN / ( FAVORITE BOOKS ) dr jeykll and mr hyde, the monstrumologist, call of the wild

EIGHT / ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO )  sympathy for the devil by the rolling stones

NINE / ( LAST FILM/SHOW WATCH ) shit...i don’t even know. Dinosaur Planet or something??

TEN / ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSES  ) Most of the muses on here had their own blogs for years and I simply no longer have the time or muse to give them the love they deserve on their own blogs.   

ELEVEN / ( STORY BEHIND URL )  it’s a snippet from a song in potc3. I’m most active in the potc fandom so it seemed fitting. 

tagged by: don’t even know anymore tagging: anyone

[robbedgraves]

So as it is now each muse has its own side-blog. But I think that’s kinda a weird format and confusing for those who want to follow, send memes, and write. So I was thinking of keeping the side-blogs for, like, aesthetics and inspo stuff while having all the writing centralized on the multi.

[robbedgraves]

Cry havoc.                     Let loose the dogs of war.

Indie rp blog for Lionel Luthor. Based on Smallville (2001).

[robbedgraves]

Introductory

My name is Ace. I’ve been rping on tumblr for way longer than you’d expect.

My main blog is @thecodekeeper 

This blog will likely have a very limited number of muses as I find it to be the easiest way to focus on character development. 

Permanent semi-hiatus, I guess, with bouts of activity. 

Mun is 20+ so it’s probably best to keep things to 18+. This blog can feature nsfw themes heavy on gore,abuse, and so forth.

I don’t tag triggers. If something is super explicate (either gore or sexual) I’ll simply tag it nsfw. If we’re writing partners and there’s something you absolutely something you can’t write/see without being triggered just let me know and I’ll do my best to accommodate. 

I like to keep things chill. No drama. I’m too old for that shit.

If we’re mutual’s and you want to write with me just hit me up in the dm’s. Talking to people about muses is one of my favourite aspects of rp.

I’ll rp any genre except smut.

Muses: All my muses have sideblogs for inspo stuff. Feel free to follow over there if you’d like.

Lionel Luthor - @luthorcorporated

Jefferson/Mad Hatter - @portaljumped​

The Joker (Nolan based with lots of comic inspiration) - @clownpriince​

Christophe de Rapier - @popinjaypirate​

[robbedgraves]

the be honest meme.   aka things you lowkey want to talk about but don’t because you don’t know how to bring it up. send me a number and i’ll tell you the honest truth. either a simple yes or no answer or a detailed response.

What would prevent you from following someone?

Are aesthetics important to you? If they are, why?

What current rp trend do you hate?

How do you explain rp to someone in the real world?

Do you prefer interacting with male muses or female more? Why? 

Do you prefer writing male muses or female more? Why?

What’s your opinion on call out posts? 

Name any three things about the rpc that bother you.

What is your opinion on exclusivity? Do you practice it? Why / why not?

Have you ever had a bad experience with commissions? As either someone who makes them or as someone who buys them?

What do you know now about rp that you wish you knew when you first started?

Have you been involved in drama? Do you regret it?

Have you ever thought about leaving rp? What caused it? What changed your mind?

Do you think rp has had a positive or negative affect on your life or you as a person?

How has rp changed you personally?

If you could change one thing about rp on tumblr, what would it be? Why?

Have you ever sent a message to yourself on anon? Why?

Have you ever sent hate to yourself on anon? Why? 

Do you delete anon hate or post and address it? Why?

Have you ever felt pressured to write something you weren’t comfortable with?

Have you ever followed someone because you felt like you had to, not because you wanted to?

What would make you block someone?

Have you ever stolen something from someone else?

Have you ever had something stolen from you? If so, how did you handle it?

Are you open to duplicates? Why / why not?

How do you feel about vague posting? 

Do you follow people even if they don’t follow you back?

Do you read people’s rules before following or interacting?

What is your opinion on “reblog karma” and do you practice it?

How have you responded to popular slang used on tumblr? Do you use it in every day life? Do you use it at all?

Is there something you don’t know the meaning of but you haven’t asked anyone because you think it’s supposed to be general knowledge? Was there ever something you had to ask someone to explain? 

Have you ever experienced discrimination? 

How do you feel about personal blogs following your rp blog?

Have you ever cried while writing a reply?

Do you read other people’s threads or do you only read your own?

What’s one thing that other people seem to hate that doesn’t bother you?

How do you feel about tagging triggers? Do you tag them? How do you determine what is triggering content and what isn’t?

What advice would you give to someone new to rp?

[robbedgraves]

Piracy: the Reference Guide

The stereotypical pirate accent is a Hollywood invention. 

If you’re looking to make your muse’s speech more prate-y check out old nautical slang instead ( glossaries: here & here ).

Pirates very rarely made people walk the plank. 

Historical examples of walking the plank are scarce and can be boiled down to a few isolated cases in the Baltic towards the end of the 1700s. It was far more common that a pirate would maroon his enemies. Where someone was marooned ( an island in the middle of the ocean with no vegetation or an island closer to civilization ) and what they were marooned with ( a pistol with one shot or a week’s worth of provisions ) varied according to the gravity of the offense and the mercy of the captain.

Pirates were democratic.* 

The “pirate code” was a real thing–a set of articles drafted and ratified by every member of the crew outlining the rules for the ship and the general modes of resolving disputes. All administrative positions aboard the ship were elected–the two most important of these positions were captain and quartermaster. Quartermaster served as the voice of the crew when making decisions with the captain and often held the power to outright veto any action the captain decided to take if the crew demanded it. Ultimately, every decision ( even choosing where to sail next ) was subject to a vote. The captain only had absolute authority in times of war or life-threatening disaster.

* Democratic models were popularized and implemented almost exclusively by the Buccaneers and Caribbean pirates of the 17th and 18th centuries, they were not universal among all pirates throughout history. The form of democracy practiced by pirates is considered more pure than most modern models of democracy because it operates on a “one man, one vote” system that does not prioritize or favor any one vote more than another.

The terms “pirate,” “privateer,” “corsair,” and “buccaneer” are not interchangeable.

Pirate - a legal category applied to anyone who “robs and murders on the high seas.” Privateer - An individual with a letter of marque ( or legal document from the government of a certain country ) which allowed them to attack and plunder merchant ships from rival countries during times of war. Any prizes taken by privateers were subject to “prize law” which split profits between ship captain, crew, and issuing sponsor. Corsair - Privateers that operated primarily along the southern coast of the Mediterranean between the 16th and 18th centuries. Buccaneer - Privateers and Corsairs who later formed a loose coalition called the Brethren of the Coast that operated in the Caribbean Sea during the 17th and 18th centuries ( these are the pirates that were popularized by P.irates of the C.aribbean and B.lack S.ails )

The pirate code often curbed stereotypical pirate vices like gambling and lust with limited tolerance to zero tolerance policies.

Excessive drinking was still incredibly common but codes issued punishment for sailors that were drunk while on duty because drunken mistakes could jeopardize the safety of the ship and crew. Codes also outlined basic safety rules like forbidding sailors from “snapping” a pistol in the hold ( to do so was a fire hazard ).

For poor mariners or sailors, piracy held real appeal. 

The pirate lifestyle offered better pay and better working conditions than most legal merchant ships.

Women aboard ships were not a good thing. 

Sailors’ superstitions held that women were bad luck because men might be prone to jealous outbursts and infighting in the presence of a woman. Similarly, members of pirate crews were strongly discouraged from marrying because marriage had the potential to split a man’s loyalty to the crew and make him anxious to return home.

Pirates were dangerous criminals. 

Although life as a pirate seems pretty great, pirates were still ruthless killers by definition ( the term “pirate” was coined as early as the 14th century and has consistently been used to legally define sailors who commit murder and theft on the high seas ) and in practice. C.harles V.ane in particular was known for his practice of beating and torturing anyone aboard ships he captured.

Not all ports were unfriendly to pirates. 

Many ports in European colonies ( like Philadelphia, Boston, and New York ) welcomed trade from pirates because this trade often promised a wider selection of foreign goods that cost significantly less than the highly taxed goods from legal European merchants.

It was quite common for pirates to be missing limbs. 

Pirates who lost limbs were afforded a sort of “compensation” pay for their injury and were often allowed the choice to remain aboard the ship or return to port. Those that chose to stay served in essential ( but less physically taxing ) roles like ship cook.

Caribbean Piracy in the Golden Age of Piracy. 

During the Golden Age of Piracy ( approximately 1650 to 1720 ), pirates were most active in the Caribbean and eastern Pacific because of unstable colonial holdings in the Americas, numerous small scale conflicts between European powers, and an excess of privateers left, suddenly, without letters of marque.

Unfortunately, pirates didn’t legalize gay marriage. 

The practice of matelotage ( which stirred up this rumor ) was really just a financial agreement on distribution of assets in the case of death. It was far more common that homosexual relationships were met with swift and harsh punishment ( often death for sailors involved ).

Female pirates were real. 

A.nne B.onny, M.ary R.ead, and M.adame C.hing actually lived and were incredibly successful. But, female pirates were incredibly uncommon, and those women should be taken as a very small and very interesting exception to the rule against having women aboard a ship.

Online Resources

The Republic of Pirates

P.irates of the C.aribbean

The Brethren Coast

Print Resources

Under the Black Flag by David Cordingly

If A Pirate I Must Be… by Richard Sanders

The Republic of Pirates by Colin Woodward

Pirate Women by Laura Sook Duncombe

The History of Pirates by Angus Konstam

Podcasts

The Pirate History Podcast

[robbedgraves]

ificouldbegin-to-be:

Rping with ADHD

You either hyperfocus on a thread or ignore it. There is no in between

“…What was I typing again?”

Five tabs of drafts open. Half a sentence in each.

“I don’t need to draft that. I’ll remember it.” (Spoiler alert, you won’t. )

“Oh look an ask/im! Let’s just open that and leave and get distracted and forget to ever answer it”

“…No seriously, what was I typing again?”

Aggressively spamming partner in excitement in caps and scaring them away

*writes a word* Time for youtube.

Begs for starter. Never answers it.

“Like this post for a starter!!” Never writes starters.

It’s suddenly 5:am because you spent all night hyperfixating on one thread

“It’s not that I don’t like our thread, it’s just not my hyperfixation so I can’t focus on it.”

*can’t sleep because you can’t stop thinking of said hyperfixated thread*

*writing lines for said thread in your head when you should be sleeping*

*sweats nervously while staring at 467546 unanswered ims/asks*

*melt down because you can’t just answer drafts like a functional rper*

“Hey let’s rp! …I don’t know what but let’s rp!”

“Friend: So did you make the starter yet?” “…What starter?”

“What’s a queue?”

“I was about to tell you an idea but I spaced out”

“Can’t write, gotta wander the house”

*chewing things while writing*

“….WHAT THE FUCK WAS I TYPING??”

Feel free to add your own!