#frank long bottom rp

[mcr-roleplay]

Hi!!

I'm looking for new rp partners!!!

I've been rping for years so I have a lot of experience :))

18+ please as I tend to write a lot of.smut in my rps - i'm 20

literate, 1st person, paragraph responses please!! my brain short circuits sometimes and chances are if your reponse is only a sentence long i will not be able to think of a reply. not too much pressure here though - i know some replies turn out pretty short and some turn out pretty long!! just as long as theres something for me to go off of to write my response we'elre all good!!

preferably frerard!!

i main frank, bottom/sub because i do not have a dominant bone in my body

if you wanna rp shoot me a message,, or like this and ill message you,, and we can talk triggers,, plots,, etc!!!

NO INCEST

[oliver-nova]

hi kristen do u have any suggestions of newday people to follow on twitch? im burnt out on nopixel. thx

I sure do!! There's a lot here, so bear with me. There are more I follow on Twitch, but this is the main core that are either super consistent with streaming or stream multiple days a month here and there.

This list is v long, so more after the jump!

SirPeterLong - He plays a whole arsenal of characters including Marshal Brandon Davis, Peter Long, and beloved SBS crim Doris. He has been maining Davis for a while, but all his characters are great. He recently created a character that is a nomad in Black Lotus, one of the motorcycle gangs on the server. Definite follow

gh03tf0x - He plays multiple characters, usually trying to hit a hour each on most of them during a stream. His characters include Corporal Mikey Dale of the BCSO who is what you would absolutely expect from an American loving "county boy", Kiyoshi Okazaki who is a terrifying member of the Shoguns, a gang who usually hang near Trooper PD, and Nico Purr, what I like to describe as a furry who loves to ransack cars. I'm subbed to ghost too.

WhatMuppet - He has been splitting his streams with the first half being RP and the second half usually CSGO or something like that. Muppet plays 3 characters that are all important to the city in their own way. He plays Trooper Commissioner Barry Hill, someone who can be a fucking bozo, but is fiercely loyal to his Troopers. Christopher Pringle, a gambling addicted con-man who owns the Tuner Shop. Muppet hasn't played him recently, but Chris is my favorite. Finally, he also plays Trenton Sharp. Trenton is the middle man for a lot of the gangs in the city to push items. He has a couple other friends, one I'll mention later, but he's goofy af.

TheToastIsBroken - He plays recently promoted Deputy Alexander Atlas of the BCSO. He's still super new to being a deputy, but he's trying his best, and that is all we can really say about him. His streams are super cozy if you don't want to deal with chat too.

Broghaen - His main character is a "good ol boy" named Briar Dow, who is a Deputy with the BCSO. He is very much a county boy, but he's goofy af. He has a very sunny attitude to fuck up criminal scum. He hasn't been seen much lately because Broghaen is building a house from the bottom up for his family. He has been documenting it on his Twitter of the same name, and it's actually really interesting to follow along.

Pwnsi - He plays Officer Frank DeLuca of the LSPD. DeLuca always has a goal of trying to best his last shift in the number of citations he can issue. His streams are super cozy, and Pwnsi is very soft spoken when it comes to his streams. Great watch though!

Full0ut - His main is a Corporal in the LSPD named Frank Barnes. He usually plays during degen hours so I rarely get to watch him. He has a crim that is big in the racing scene on the server too, but I've barely seen them.

MajorAimless - He plays a Trooper named Junior Major. Major is a FTO god during EU hours. His shifts where he rides with Stevens are pure comedy too. All around great cop. Also the streamer has a doggo cam for his puppers.

Roczok - His main is a cop named Rocko Moretti. Moretti is a Senior Officer in the LSPD. He rarely streams, but he is great. Def watch when he is live.

FrostBite_408 - He plays Sgt. Jon Rose of the BCSO. His streams are super cozy. Rose is as the Lt. Governor said "a man ho." He's super affectionate at the briefings too. Great cop and a great streamer.

LtSlyTV - He plays Corporal Alejandro Garcia of the BCSO. He has been away from streaming for a while. I think he is on LOA from ND rn too, but Garcia is a great character and I personally would love to see more streams from him.

Homesikh - He plays two of my favorite characters on the server. He plays MCD Sergeant Kyle Jacobs. Kyle can be spotted a lot of the time going undercover to bust drug dealers or helping the other cops by taking out SKs before they attack again. Kyle flies under the radar a lot, and he got named Best Detective by the MCD. He had his picture in the briefing room and everything. Homesikh also plays Larry Tate, the ruthless but kind President of the Black Lotus MC. Due to some unfortunate events, Larry was quick to go from Road Captain to President. Homesikh rarely streams, but it's a treat to watch both characters when he does.

ESUChiefCraig - He plays Dr. Craig. A grumpy, whiskey loving doctor at Pillbox. He is great at what he does, but is currently taking a break from streaming the server.

icecakeX - He plays Damon Pierce. Damon can be seen a lot during degen hours hanging with his best friend Xavier Steele. He has been MIA for a while. He also plays Devon Mason, a member of the DDMC. He only recently got back into streaming, but his streams are always great to watch.

stitchybird - She plays 3 different characters on the server. One is Senior Deputy Stephanie Lindore. She is out on motor a lot and loves to backup her boyfriend, Trooper Santino Forte's calls. Santino wants to go further with her, so maybe it'll be fiancee soon. She plays Bella Rivera of the Vagos, who I rarely see. She also plays Daphne Valentino, a member of Blvkout, a fun loving criminal who loves her motorbikes and loves losing PD with them as well. She streams every once in a while, but she's great.

KL33SI - She plays Emily Campos, who is now Emily Ducksworth. She is a Sergeant in the LSPD. Emily is an adrenaline junkie who gives zero fucks. She is a badass who deserves her spot in PD, despite what anyone says. Emily is a tomboy who loves surfing, skateboarding, and anything with a large risk of fucking up, like BASE jumping. She is often found at the high stress situations PD deal with, because that is where she shines. She recently, finally, married her longtime boyfriend Andrew Ducksworth, who is also part of PD. I'm pretty sure the entire server was happy when they finally got married. Her streams are regular and are very positive. Def watch and follow.

Cyyph3rNights - Cyypher plays 2 characters. One is Dom who is a member of the Shoguns. The other is a new Deputy of the BCSO named Jay Harrington. He usually plays degen hours, so I rarely get to watch a full stream of his, but he follows me on Twitter, so he's p cool lmao

HankTeVe - He plays MCD Detective Blake Taylor. He is great at what he does. He is around whenever. Sometimes he streams early EU time, and other times, he is around prime-time US shift fucking crims up with Director Lane. He rarely streams, but he's great if you love detective shit.

PlaguedMidnight - He plays one of my personal favorites on the server, Chester. Chester is a newer deputy with the BCSO. Chester is goofy af, but he has quickly shown he is an asset to the PD. When he isn't doing county shit up north, he is pestering Marshal Davis. Sgt Solace paired Chester and Briar together, and it was chaotic in the best way. Absolute worth taking your time to watch his streams. He is quite regular with streaming too.

ni_doll - She plays Officer/Deputy Rhoades. She is based out Europe, so she streams super early for me, but she is a lovely streamer and she does commissions too. Her twitter is lovely

theWhimsicalWizard - MY GIRLLLL!! She plays 2 main characters. One is MCD Detective Calliope Maxwell. She is the sister to Craig Maxwell, who is in the LSPD. Calliope is absolutely amazing at what she does. Whimsy's detective streams are always a joy to watch. Calliope spends a lot of time with Detective Kyle as well. The two of them are a great one-two punch when it comes to detective shit. She also plays a member of Black Lotus, but I've never been able to catch her crim streams. Her twitter is great (she follows me too lmao)

Shace616 - He plays Dr. Adrik Nelson. His stuff is normal hospital/doctor streams. It's not for everyone, but I do find his stuff cozy to watch. Shace works fulltime too, so his streams come and go in spurts.

SleepyWolf_ - He plays Trooper Brian Miller, a Sergeant. I don't get to watch much of him because he is very EU time, and I'm either at work or sleeping when he streams. What streams I do get to watch, he is an absolute joy to watch. He usually hangs around with Major if Major isn't riding with a Cadet or Stevens.

t3r0 - He plays Campos' better half, Andrew Ducksworth. "Ducky" as he is lovingly called around PD is a FTO god. The majority of PD has been brought up from Ducky in one way or another. Cops that have been brought up by Ducky are his Ducklings, but he never mentions the cute name. Ducky leads by example, and a lot of the PD aspire to be like Ducky. When he isn't riding with Cadets, he is riding with Emily. His stream is very, very good. t3r0 also does a lot of stuff to promote mental wellness and his streams are very LGBT friendly as well. Very good watch!!

xGUNii - He plays Sergeant Joey Solace. He is Commissioner Hill's current right hand man. He is a very good cop who knows when to be silly af and when to be serious. He also helps with training. A lot of the Marshals keep pestering Barry asking when he is going to promote Joey to Lt. When he's not riding with Cadets, Joey is likely riding with Barry. He also plays Cody Styles, who is best friends with Trenton Sharp. Hilarity and shenanigans are bound to happen when they're together. Absolute joy to watch, and I'm subbed to him.

TwoZeroThree - He plays the very abrasive Trooper Ignazio DiNozzo. DiNozzo pushes the line to see how much he can get away with before going over that line. Crims absolutely hate him. Many crims on the server would agree that the word "prick" would be best to describe DiNozzo. He use to be Commissioner Hill's right hand man before he retired. The retirement lasted all of 2 weeks at most.

slouchybear - He plays 2 main characters on the server. One is the leader of the Vagos - Pancho who is a cop hating, badass motherfucker that you don't want to mess with. He is loyal to his fellow gang members. His other character is one of my personal favorites. He plays Marshal Jean Boudreaux, who is Thor but if Thor was from the deep South. Jean is super loyal to his girlfriend and to his fellow Marshals. He is one of Marshal Davis' close comrades and was the former Undersheriff of the BCSO.

There are more, but a lot of the server doesn't stream. It's what people on the server call a "9 to 5 server." A lot of people stream or play on the server for hobby, but I would suggest to check the hasroot as well.

[xdestroyaxisxgay]

Hi!

I desperately need new friends to rp frerard with!

I'm 21, I write in third person and I try to be active and reply at least once a day (depending also on the lenght of the reply)!

I'd like the replies to be kind of in the middle regarding lenght, no two sentence replies, but I also don't want either of us to feel like we need to force ourselves to write more when we just don't know what to write. I do prefer if your reply is at least a paragraph long, just So there's something to build off of, and of course mine will be too! Obviously sometimes the replies are longer and sometimes they are shorter, I'm not gonna say that I require them to be a certain lenght, I just want us both to put a similar amount of effort and try to keep it going and keep it fun <3.

I prefer to write as bottom Frank, but if you'd rather rp as frank yourself, that isn't a dealbreaker for me at all :). I have no triggers, but I don't enjoy aus that involve too much smut and kinks.

I have a few plots in mind, but I've already rped most of them at least once, so I very much welcome other ideas! Here are some of mine just so you can get an idea if we have similar taste in things we like to rp :)

Gerard is an art teacher at uni, Frank is a college dropout doing all kind of odd jobs to get by. He came upon an advertisement saying that the school is looking for models for the art classes. He messages Gerard and they arrange for Frank's first class. Alternatively Gerard could be a student in said class if you aren't comfortable with the age Gap!

(highschool au) Gerard recently got bitten by a vampire and has been missing a lot of school since. Frank finally questions him about it and after finding out what happened, offers to help with Gerard's ever growing hunger.

Alternatively! If you aren't into hs aus, we could alter this previous one: Gerard's been cancelling band practice instead of missing school. Could take place in any era but i feel like it goes best with bullets!

Ballet au??? Where they were paired to dance together in this like experimental ballet. Frank got cast into what would typically be the 'female' lead, Gerard is the 'male' lead. It's the first time dancing with another guy like that for them both and Frank finds it difficult to adjust to being the one getting lifted and spun around and all that. Or maybe that's just his excuse and the real reason he's so tense is becasue he's got this attractive dancers hands all over him for the majority of the time on stage..

Like I said, I'm open to hearing your ideas as well, I'm sure we can think of something we'll both enjoy! If you wanna give it a try, please message me on discord - malyzombik !

[messrwolfmcwolf]

That I Live and You are Gone

The war was won, but at what cost? Marlene and Dorcas? Dead. Frank and Alice? Tortured to the point of insanity. James and Lily? Peter? All dead, and it was Sirius’ fault.

And Remus? 

Remus was alone.

Original gifs by: @metamorph-magus (Sirius), @talesofafoolishboy (Peter), @asklilyevanss (Lily), @unafraidoftoil (James), @mymischiefisnevermanaged (Alice), @curly-haired-wizard (Frank), @dontthinkonithermione (Dorcas) and @askwhathasthiscometo (Marlene)

[roleplay-today]

Hi, I'm Jen and I'm 40. I'm looking for RPers 18+

Right now, I’m wanting to do the bottom characters only!

For non Fandom RPS: Demon/Angel Demon/Demon Human/Alien Human/Elf Master/Servant Rich Man/Pole Dancer Rich Man/Poor Man Rich Man/Single Parent Rich Man/Waiter Vampire/Human Vampire/Vampire Vampire/Witch Villain/Hero Villian/Villain ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Non-Fandom Tropes for OMC/OMC

A/B/O

Arranged Marriage

Deserted Island

Enemies to Lovers

Exes

Harem

Historical

Pregnancy

Noncon

Rival Mafia Leaders

Rival Kings

Shapeshifters (This includes Werewolves and other kinds of animal shifters)

Single Parents

Soulmates

Pretty much anything OMC/OMC!

Except for: *Anthros *Bathroom Kinks ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I RP the following fandoms: Anime: Black Butler Pairings: Claude/Sebastian Eric/Alan Undertaker/Grell Undertaker/OMC Cardcaptor Sakura/Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle Pairings: Touya/Yukito Kurogane/Fai Detective Conan Pairings: Akai/Amuro Digimon Pairings: Davis/Ken Dragon Ball (My Piccolo is Hermaphroditic unless requested to be strictly male!)

Pairings: Android 17/Piccolo Android 17/Mirai Trunks Beerus/Whis Gohan/Piccolo Goku/Vegeta Goku Black/Goku Goku Black/Mirai Trunks Goku Black/Vegeta Mirai Gohan/Mirai Trunks Nail/Piccolo Vegeta/Goku Vegeta/Piccolo Fushigi Yugi Pairings: Tasuki/Chichiri Gakuen Heaven Pairings: Niwa (King)/Keita Hideaki Nakajima/Keita Slayers Pairings: Zelgadis/Xellos Yami No Matsuei Tatsumi/Watari YuYu Hakusho Pairings: Hiei/Kurama DC Universe Pairings: Clark Kent (Superman)/Bruce Wayne (Batman) Games Dragon Age Inquisition Dorian/Male Elven Inquisitor Iron Bull/Male Elven Inquisitor Marvel Universe Avengers Pairings: James ‘Bucky’ Barnes/Loki James ‘Bucky’ Barnes/Tony Stark Tony Stark/Loki Thor/Loki Stephen Strange/Tony Stark Stephen Strange/OMC Daredevil/Punisher Pairings: Frank Castle (Punisher)/Matt Murdock (Daredevil) X-Men Pairings: Logan/Remy Young Avengers Pairings: Hulkling (Teddy Altman)/Wiccan (Billy Kaplan) Other Rare Pairings: Deaf! Clint Barton (Hawkeye)/Matt Murdock James 'Bucky’ Barnes/Erik Lehnsherr Tony Stark/Bruce Wayne Manga Fake Dee/Ryo Finder Pairings: Asami/Liu Fei Long Gorgeous Carat/Gorgeous Carat Galaxy Pairings: Noir/Florian Love Mode Pairings: Haruomi/Kiichi Our Kingdom Pairings: Rei/Akira Petshop of Horrors Pairings: Leon/Count D Lau Wu-Fei “Taizu”/Count D Movies Harry Potter Pairings: Severus Snape/Remus Lupin Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Lord of the Rings Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas Elrond/Legolas Elrond/OMC

If interested, please message me at Jen#5914 on Discord!

[t4nk-media]

hey welcome to my blog. you can call me tank! im a black queer trans guy and i use he/him, it/its, and pup/pups pronouns. i kinda consume media really (unhealthily) fast, so i made this blog to talk about the shit im into! it'll mostly be posts about movies and music, but there may be posts about other media like shows, photos, anime, magazines, specific things involving film (i.e. directors, practical effects, etc.), or just long posts about things i really want to talk about.

Original posts are under the tag #t4nk333 and my dms and asks are always open!

what i like:

my favorite movie genre is horror, but i also really like coming of age movies. i also really like movies where nothing really happens but theyre pretty (iykyk).

movies i really like right now: Juno (2007), Hackers (1995), The Teen Apocalypse Trilogy (and just any Gregg Araki film in general), Hereditary (2018), School of Rock (2003), The Prestiege (2006), The 40 Year Old Virgin (2005), the Saw Series, and the Nightmare on Elm Street series.

LIST OF MY FAVORITE MOVIES (ongoing)

i don't really have a favorite music genre, it's kinda all over the place. i have spotify, but only to make playlists. i normally use amazon music, but i'd be down to make a playlist literally anywhere else (youtube, soundcloud, etc. just lmk)

artists i really like: brockhampton, origami angel, system of a down, basement, prince daddy and the hyena, the front bottoms, sza, the garden, black midi, muse, michael jackson, weezer, slipknot, steve lacy, fall out boy, earl sweatshirt, the internet, IDK, machine girl, jpegmafia, car seat headrest, the used, frank ocean, denzel curry, danger incorperated, christian death, remo drive, destructo disk, lauryn hill, serena isioma,and yung lean (and more these were just what i could think of off the top of my head)

a few housekeeping(?) things:

- i encourage you to send recs for literally anything in asks cause im always down to watch and listen (and even read) to new shit :)

- general dni: chasers, transphobes and homophobes, etc., racists, maps.

- DO INTERACT IF: you're into movies (watching, making, writing, editing, directing, stage design, scores, cinematography, special effects), music (listening, writing/composing, playing), just media consumption in general.

- keep in mind just generally that some of the content i post/talk about may be mature or have things that could trigger you. with that being said i'll do my best to put trigger warnings if necessary.

- if you plan to watch a film and are worried about triggers, the best site that i've found to see if the movie includes something that triggers you is https://www.doesthedogdie.com/

Here are my links if you wanna follow me anywhere else :]

twitter, last.fm letterboxd, insta wit my face, photo dump insta, my rp blog

[elfyourmother]

once more, with feeling! because i really feel like this deserves its own post instead of tacked onto a long ass reply chain conversation, for the benefit of anyone else who might need to hear it as much as I do:

I really, really don’t want to tell you what to do, because I know how hard it is and how fraught these things can be, but I want to offer some encouragement if it’s not too presumptuous. and FTR I am the absolute worst at taking my own advice, it’s always been much easier for me to encourage others lmao but! there is room for all kinds of characters, and the kind of humblebrag race to the bottom stuff that goes on in other MMORPGs with PCs is honestly...kinda weird to me when applied to FFXIV’s player character and I don’t think it’s especially in the spirit of things. The lore encourages you to go ham! FF protagonists are OP by definition, even in FF Record Keeper the protagonist characters have higher base level stats and access to more Job schools than the other units. FFXIV’s WoL is no different and I mean as of 5.3 we even have a legit lore explanation we can point to for it if you really needed one to feel okay about it. WoL is literally the main character. They’re special and powerful by definition, sometimes in unusual ways.

And I know as marginalized people that isn’t something we’ve historically had a lot of access to in mainstream fiction by design, especially POC and particularly Black folks, and especially particularly Black women and even those who don’t ID as women but were socialized as and are viewed that way. we are told over and over again that power fantasies are acceptable for cishet able bodied NT white men and them only.

and you know what? that’s 50 tons of absolutely deranged horseshit and I’ve been pushing back on it since i was 9 years old pretending Mario and Luigi were Black girls going on adventures in my lil Lisa Frank Trapper Keeper I never showed anybody

like I said I’m The Worst at taking my own words to heart so I know it helps hearing it from other people, so I’ll just keep saying it: You’re Allowed. You’re allowed to have fun! You’re not hurting anybody, or trampling on their characters, or forcing anything on them. You’re allowed to take up space. You’re allowed to have flights of fancy, you’re allowed to indulge yourself, you’re allowed to have fun. Anybody who says otherwise isn’t worth your time and tbqh if they don’t like it nobody is forcing them to read your content or RP with you. follow your heart and have fun, you’re allowed. there is room here for everybody to have fun.

[sea-m0nster]

PROFILE (viewable only OOC)

General:

Name: ██████ F█████

Alias(es)/Title: The Armourer, or just armourer. There are other names. Goodluck finding them out, he has many aliases.

Species: Deep Sea Creature. Seadweller Troll Adjacent.

Age: Calls himself old. Many sweeps old, ancestor aged. Merely middle aged.

Sign: Aquarius

Blood Color and Caste: Magenta cusp, legally violetblood.

Gender: Man (he/him)

Sexuality: Gay, aromantic possibly.

Occupation(s): part time armsman of the empire, part time teacher/mentor in engineering, robotics and weapons-making.

Physical:

He has a sharp, angular face, with a wide mouth with large bottom canine tusks, a long tongue and inner prehensile mandibles, an internal jaw, webbed hands with long claw-like fingers and a stout, straight back tail, with sharp quills and fins. He’s clearly muscular and strong, but not very toned, fat. His body is dotted with scars, the biggest ones being the one that mangles his face and on his left arm, covered by a full arm sleeve tattoo of a large sea monster and covering half of his face. He's missing an eye. Several teeth on the left side of his face are exposed.

All of this will come up pretty much never. Whatever is important i'll describe myself on 1x1 rps. On land he almost always wears a wetsuit that hides most of his body, and then on top of that he wears whatever armor he thinks seems funnier or normal clothes over it. He wears a sleek black beast helmet that covers the entirety of his face at all times when he’s not underwater. He dresses kind of like a dork and will often have little hints of his interests on the designs of his gear and on printed on his shirts.

Oh yeah he's like 13 feet tall. Fyi. He's a full grown adult.

Personal

Pets: Currently owns a large cat named Nemo.

Religion: Fully initiated in the chama branca messianic cult. He’s a clown, technically. Non-practising except holidays.

MBTI: IST(P/J)

Likes: cooking, complaining, bread, learning new things, swimming, hunting, pranks, younger trolls, quiet environments, writing on his little diary, animals, cussing, teaching, videogames, drawing, helping people, his wife, his children, his students.

Neutral towards: being perceived. you can look at him but you’re on thin fucking ice. Flirting is hit or miss, if he doesn't like it he'll abscond.

Dislikes: organizing, tea, so many different types of food, being around too many people for too long, doing creative writing, painting, mind control, static, teleporting, power dynamics, driving anything ever if he can avoid it, entitled people, court members

Positive traits: caring, witty, loyal, reliable, literally just full of love to give. He's nice.

Negative traits: can be pretty condescending, stubborn, gossiper, complains a whole ton. Literally never frank with anyone about feelings ever. People pleaser to the max.

Misc brain stuff: terrible attention span if he doesn’t care about something, no empathy, autistic, ptsd. He's masking around 300% of the time until he implodes.

Disabilities: he’s fully deaf and almost blind on land with his glasses on (shit sea monster sight!), absolutely cannot see with glasses off and hates light! Underwater he fares way better than on land since he has a very potent natural sonar, and on land his helmet serves as aid, adapting the sonar so he doesn't have to do echolocation. He had chronic joint pain because gravity hates him. Psionics, static and General Magic interfere greatly with it, rendering him unable to perceive things. Your character does not need to know any of this.

Random stuff i find fun: He speaks 3 languages: portuguese, english and libras (brazilian sl). Other than Deep Sea, he grew up on a small secluded island. I have SO many things to say on his personality and so many deep dives into His Psyche or whatever, but i'll refrain from putting it out in the open lmao. feel free to ask.

Relationship Status: Married to Bentiv. No, they're not actually dating, they're just best friends. Single otherwise. He has a Buddy he is Somewhat Dating. OPEN to advances, but he's very very picky. I, however, am looking with my big gay eyes at all of them if you want to insist.

[neon-morphile]

CLOSED

open for frerard rp - I prefer being top frank

I do have a long-ass set of standards tho so:

looking for someone who is at least 18 years of age (I'm a uni student and I feel more comfy with 18+ people) - but if you're younger and we stick to pg13 rated stuff that's fine

looking for a long-term partner (I am NOT clingy though)

I'm not into super extreme dom/sub kind of thing, I like realistic dynamics so even if I want bottom gee I'd like to see fighty/sassy/whatever aspects of him😂

someone who is confident they are good at writing/interpreting the character (take a look at my AO3 acc Neon_Morphile if you wanna see my level of writing, just see if it meets your standards)

my idea of rp ranges from pure, simple 'texting' via pm to paragraph-long passage turns so it's your choice: tell me how you wanna do it.

I prefer rp based on 'my chem au'(lol) as of the moment and I like to make it up as we go along BUT we start from friends. (but I might not know a lot of things so bear with me)

the ratings? honestly I don't care but I've done an rp with CONSTANT smut demanded from my partner before and it was exhausting, so let's not venture into the extremes. (if you're under 18, I'm sorry but explicit acts can't happen.)

this is for fun and my happiness as well as yours lol so please don't overuse triggering factors.

that's it! you'll know if you grow on me haha

PM me if you're interested although because I'm such a picky-ass bitch I doubt anyone will come lmao

Oh, and if you have a plot line that you want to propose within the band universe, I'll take a look! You can message me if you have any questions about this, actually.

I'll add that it's closed if it's closed.

NMx

[thanidiel]

Prompt Four: “Shifting Blame”

She sat atop the long desk’s surface, sideways. One leg folded underneath herself, the other hanging off from the knee-down. It was easier this way; it let her reach up at whim into the endless material of the shelves above her without disrupting any of the space she had been building. A filing box propped up the small of her back, as another rested between her knee and the array of texts Prisa kept in the bottom-most rack. Documents, the majority of which was academia than Runner cases, fanned out in front of her.

She’d call it a favour out loud to be sorting through all of the Doctor’s most recent print-outs, but it wasn’t that. It was not as though she were performing this act for karmic purposes, or to one-up the Ishgardian later.

It was merely… something relaxing. Quiet, and dark, and solitary. The constant thrum of the airship was still a constant, but rarely did anyone else tread near the med-bay, much less to the back-office of it. Not to mention, the metallic flooring and walls in this little room made it run colder than any other room.

She appreciated the cool dimness of it most of all. The rest of the Runner was warm in comparison - in all facets of its energy. It was like walking towards the smouldering fireplace of a living room, or the consumptive orange of sunset breaking through a window. 

The back-office made her think more of the cathartic chill of when the airship was at rest, and all those in the world asleep, and she would stride out onto its deck alone.

For the most part.

Through the walls, she heard a sudden huff. Then, an accented voice dripping with annoyance, started to speak as it grew closer and closer to her location. Her relaxed face began to shift then, her lips quirking up at one side in her usual feline fashion.

“Xiaohu, really? Where did you put it?” The demand came with the shuttered sound of the door sliding open.

“Put what? What’s with you and blaming me for any inconvenience that befalls you?”

“The tome, where is my tome?”

“You have like, one hundred just in this room. Shall I play secretary for you in narrowing down your search?” She stopped her filing then, placing papers down across her lap as she looked over her shoulder.

A flat look answered her right back, “No, I know it was not in here. It was on the other desk, where the herbs are drying. It was there an hour ago, I need my botany book back now.”

The Doman responded with a single note whistled out of the corner of her mouth. “That sucks. I still don’t have it.”

“You always have it. You always misplace things. You are always up to trouble,” the exasperated Ishgardian insisted.

Xiaohu sighed as she turned to give Prisa a more frank look, her smirk wiped clean from her face, “One: Discrimination. Two: I haven’t left this fucking room.” 

“No one else has entered.”

“Ah-ah!” She raises a finger. “E’leyna swung by to drop off our dinners. You know she’s all over that herbal shit.”

“E’leyna would not take my things, you take my things.”

“Are you kidding me? She trapezes all over the place, especially your med-bed.”

“I…” That statement did not ring falsely. That flat look on her face twisted into a grimace. The violet-eyed Doctor still looked heavily suspicious.

“Y’know I’m right. Go bug her. I’m doing work from the bottom of my heart for you. Why would I take the time to misplace your shit, and go against the whole objective of the last two hours I’ve spent here?”

Prisa did not reply, at first. She turned around, leaving the door opened as she made her way towards the exit. “If you’re lying…”

“Oh, fuck off with that, you’re so miserable,” the thief drawled as she turned back to her work, temporarily.

Once a few minutes had ticked by on that chronometer on the table… Xiaohu slid off of the desk. She ducked down, swiping up the green-and-gold book that had been resting on the stool pushed underneath the table surface. 

Bold, and humming, she strode out of the back-office into the med-bay’s private wing, right to the little corner desk and all of its herb trenches. Two books remained hazardously stacked by its edge: thick journals of Xaelan and Yanxian herbal remedies, respectively. 

Deliberately, hooking her fingers underneath the top text, she lifted up the leatherbound object, and slid the botany collection right inbetween. 

Then she walked right back to settle in the exact same position that Prisa had left her in.

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast @jessipalooza @pyrar @stormandozone @rn-rp

[fidelitasadmiralandcvl]

retirement notice

I really didn't want to do this, but I knew this would be inevitable. My time as an RPer must come to a conclusion. With my health rapidly declining due to overworking and immense stress and hardly any time to be at the computer thanks to work and school, it's time I retire from the hobby. What started out as a little fun my old online friends dragged me into back when I was in high school turned into a solid 7-8 years (??? or more??? I lost track of it) of experience and fun. I knew this couldn't go on forever. Although 21 is a young age to retire from it, I knew a year ago that it was close to my expiration date for role playing.

After having spoken to one of my closest RPing friends about the matter, he was right. I should not be denying the cruel truth of reality. It would also be unfair to many of my partners to constantly delay them of my replies and contents. I would love to be on, but at the same time, most of my energy is already spent working and tending to my real life matters. I'm going to NYU, I'm going to become an epidemiologist, I'm going to be working my bottom off, I'm planning to continue my prospective plan into medical school shortly afterward, and I'm definitely planning to work till I die for my community in the health profession. No matter how hard I try to calculate my schedule, RPing... just won't fit in anywhere.

So I apologize for leaving right after my "brief hiatus", but I like to let everyone know that I really enjoy your company and I enjoy getting to be creative with you all. Even if we barely see each other on the dashboard, I really love your content as I'm the type of person who reads whenever I have the chance. If... I don't bury my head in the drafts department. Also, shout out to these folks that I got to know for a long period of time! (some may come from my other accounts because yolo, I'm too tired to bother clarifying my existence and identity more than once)

@oceanaiad : BAE, u r the moon to my sun-- I don’t even know what’s going on anymore, lmao. Anyway, I’m really happy to be RPing with you and I’m sad we can’t RP anymore on Tumblr, but you are amazing, girl. Your skills in the community make my heart go doki doki. Continue to be awesome, Seon, and remember to keep Lucifer under your wings. Also, plz keep Deuce from killing people with her cookies. She’s too sweet just like you you precious little honey bun <3 Let’s continue to be friends OOC and cry over Granblue Fantasy and... and the many things we cry over. just... :SLDKFJ:LKSDJF:LSKDJF SOYA SOYA SOYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

@6thfleet : BRUH BRUH BRUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, you’re chill and you know, you’re a good listener and you’re just an adorable little puffball that I can just??? SQUISH?????? Like why are you so good in this world???? Anyway, you’re... well, to be frank, you introduced me into the KanColle fandom with a positive bang and I’m grateful that you were one of the first RPers in that fandom to interact with my newbie muse. And for someone that mostly stuck around Final Fantasy folks? That means a lot to me. So thank you for being there with me... and being there when I switch to other fandoms! That really means so much more to me too as someone so flexible. I hope we can remain friends even beyond the RPing realm! 

@chaoticflicker : onii-sama, you mean so much to me in this world. That may sound like an exaggeration, but I’m not joking about that. You’re someone that stuck with me since the very first day I stepped into RPing. I still remember those embarassing moments in Twitter that we both would like to delete 4ever, lol!! No matter if I replied or not due to my hectic life, you always take the time out of your day to drop in a positive message in both Facebook and Discord. It’s not even limited to that... in Twitter and here too. Even if I didn’t respond to them, I can surely tell you that I have read them and I feel grateful to have a friend like you in my life. As for RPing, you were always with me no matter which fandom I went into. Your Vincent... is honestly kickass and one of the best I’ve interacted with! Let’s continue to be friends and talk about gaming when we have the chance!! P.S. when will we ever have the release date for FF VII Remake and confirmation that they’re ever going to work on FF Type-Next ; ;

@convxction : FATY I AM SO SORRY I HAVE TO FINALLY RETIRE FROM THIS S:DLFKJ:SLDKJF:LSKDJF you’re like the best Chrom and Eight and Machina I’ve ever interacted and my heart cries like insane when you exist. why are you so precious and why are you so beautiful??? But seriously, I’m really happy to be your RP partners since the good old days when Type-0 used to... well... have a much bigger fandom than what we have right now, lmao. There’s probably like one or two of you leftover. ; ; I’m so sorry I’m going to disappear from this amazing tiny community. You’re an amazing RPer and you are a kind individual that the world needs more of. I hope we can continue to be friends and crey over literally everything that the world throws at us.. especially that ending of Type-0. Never forget Class Zero and Machina and Rem and Kurasame and-- 

@oursongofhealing : ok, this is going to sound like some random stalker tagged you because I’m a creep, but just letting you know that this “creep” is that other Deuce RPer who constantly disappears like a ninja (this -> @flutistplayer ,) lmaooo. Just want to let you know that I’m proud to be one of the many RPers who interacted with you. Because your Deuce is just godly??? AND I LOVE YOUR PORTRAYAL OF HER??? And for being so open to me for interaction despite us having the same muse??? Like that really means so much and you’re just amazing. I’m going to be another member from the fandom who takes their leave, so I feel guilty about it, but at the same time, I’m happy to be a part of the community with you. Continue to be the awesome RPer ! (folks rlly, follow this person because they got good skills)

@asktheattorney : Girl, you deserve so much in this world. Like so much more than the sun itself. Like... sob, you’re just an amzing RPer. I’m not going to lie, your quality really is amazing and I’m just proud to be one of the many lucky RPers who can interact with you. You’re amazing and I’m just-- I’m just a seed facing the sun and being a tiny existence, lmao. But seriously, you’re a chill person and I really enjoy talking deep OOC stuff with you!!! You’re so cool and you’re an amazing person that I’m glad to get to know! I hope we can continue to be friends beyond the RP realm! 

@shugcxrcuei-jin : BROTHER MY LONG LOST BROTHER WE ARE LITERALLY ONE OF THE SAME. Except different gender, LMAO. I’ve never met anyone who is the same hybrid as me and I’m just??? Like whoa????? AND WE LIKE THE SAME STUFF AND CRAVE FOR THE SAME STUFF LMAO. I’m so sad that we won’t be able to interact on Tumblr anymore, but hey... we can always fantasize about our muses with their future marriage, lmao. Not to mention that we have each other on Facebook, so feel free to hit me up on Messenger! I’m sure you’ll be “glad” to hear the storm of complaints on my end about schooling eventually, lmaoo

@foulmouthedscythe : OI WE SHOULD CONTINUE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT WHEN SICE WILL POP UP IN DISSIDIA OPERA-- OR EVEN IN DISSIDIA NT-- Jokes aside, ;alksjdf;lakjsdf;laksjdf you are such an amazing RPer and I’m so happy that you’re one of the small number of Type-0 RPers that are somewhat surviving out... in the desert that is called the Final Fantasy Type-0 fandom, lmao..... Anyway, I hope we can continue to be friends beyond RPing and theorize about... everything, I suppose, lmao. P.S. Your Sice is amazing and I cry because let’s be honest, her sin level is far tinier than Deuce for whatever reason, LMAO

If I miss anyone, I apologize since there’s just so much of you, but just know that I love you all equally! With that finally out of the way, I hope you all have a wonderful life, you enjoy your day (even if it's cloudy, the sun will eventually shine), and who knows, we might bump into each other one day. Maybe.

For those that wish to continue contact with me, Discord is... actually not a good option anymore as I barely go on that platform. The best way to contact me is via Twitter at @animeminafans (kudos to those who got the pun in that username). For those who know more on a personal level, I’m more than happy to share my Facebook information. 

Deuce, Admiral Yori, and Houshou would also like to bid their farewells! We'll miss everyone and move on with our lives. They’re one of the longer running muses that stuck with me for a longer period of time. Especially the Admiral and Deuce. Those two deserve equal treatment of respect and love from... well, from me really, lmao. No one else is obligated to deal with them. But I can only hope that their interactions touched a bit in your character’s life. 

May you all achieve so much in your life as I will do my best on my end. This is farewell!

- Crystal

[vulnerasanenturhq]

It was tradition. The second Saturday of September, there was an interhouse party to introduce the beginning of the year, mostly for upperclassmen, hosted & organized by anyone that could contribute something to make it the best way to kick off the school year. With the shift politically & at Hogwarts, the tension in the air was begging to be diffused – with a fucking rager !!

                       IT’S THE RETURN TO SCHOOL RAGER !!

With the help of STURGIS PODMORE & CARTER APPLEBEE word of the party spread like wildfire - Sturgis sending out clever & funny owls, making smoke signs from his broom. KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT and AMELIA BONES supplied the food – an assortment of baked goods that could give Honeydukes a run for it’s money. Not only are there baked goods, but a variety of different party foods so there’s something for everyone. Hufflepuffs do not play when it comes to parties or food, that’s for sure. In fact, both Amelia Bones and SYBILL TRELAWNEY both make sure the treats pack a little something extra, many of the baked goods sure to also get you baked. Sybill has kindly supplied shrooms & LSD for anyone who wishes to partake, something LILY EVANS is skeptical about after having put a variety of safety charms around the party, hoping to avoid anything stupid & reckless result in an injury.  With the drinks supplied by JAMES POTTER and MARLENE MCKINNON, people are already getting wasted, it doesn’t help that Marlene organized beer pong with some particular strong beers. There’s the hosting of several party games ( Truth or Dare, Kings Cup, etc. ) between her & James, so anyone who plays them is probably not safe from a hangover in the morning.

FRANK LONGBOTTOM has been a miracle worker, helping with every aspect of the party he can get his hands on. From food, to music, to just being the good human being everyone deserves at a party ( with an ALICE SHAFIQ sure to hold back the hair of anyone who’s drank too much ), he’s truly the glue of this party. For anyone who’s not looking to play games and just dance or have less alcoholic fun, there’s a dance floor with music from James, Frank, Marlene & Sybill with an amazing looking pop up photobooth stall made by HESITA JONES. It’s a real hit among everyone who’s found it, there usually being a line to get their picture taken. Some people have already chosen to go swimming, even skinny dipping, and this is sure to be a night we’ll never remember with people we’ll never forget.

OUT OF CHARACTER INFO pt. 1:

WHEN: 11 September 1976. After 20:00.  

LOCATION: The Waterfalls, off by the Great Lake, a series of caves line the bottom of the mountain side. There’s a small forest ( with a trail ) you have to go through that open up intro a small field of green in front of the entrance of these caves. A big bonfire roars outside of the cave that many people seem to be occupying. There’s a smoke circle in the back with a few students attempting to hot box in a corner with a containment charm. On one side there’s drinks and food, another side the dance floor with a makeshift DJ station. Slightly outside the cave, opposite the bonfire, there’s a beer pong game. There’s a makeshift pop up photobooth stall as a divide between the dance floor and the smoke circle. There are several areas where people can just chill away from the commotion so feel free to think of some if you don’t feel your character would be in any of these areas.

WHO: Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Years though not everyone showed up due to being worried about being caught by the faculty. Many of the prefects are in on the event ( helping make sure it goes undetected ), our Head Girl even helping make sure it goes off without any extra involvement from professors or worse – McGonagall. Any younger years are either kicked out, currently being chased out or thrown into the water. There was talk of an age line, but no one wanted to deal with something that complicated or younger students having to go to the infirmary, in turn ratting out the party. 

OUT OF CHARACTER INFO pt. 2:

The timestamp for this event is 11 September 1976. I’m introducing the tag #vulneraevent with our first event! Please tag any starters with this tag, and make sure to tag any of your posts related to the event appropriately to avoid confusion. You can use any tag you like to differentiate it, as long as it’s clear! You can still do other non event related replies if you like but you can also choose to put them aside for the party! Just let the group and/or your thread partners know. I’m so excited! So excited!

This event will last at least a week! I’ll gauge how the RP is feeling after a week, but personally, I like to take my time with these sorts of events & events in general so everyone can participate. We’ll most likely be jumping into the next time stamp when this event is over, but I’ll make sure to make an announcement to confirm either way.

There was talk of an IC chat/channel, but there hasn’t been much follow up on that, so, if the majority would like one that can be arranged but if not, I’d rather have the interactions happen on the dash. Please like this post once you’ve read it!

[housetyrellian]

Headcanon ask: theory on whether Silvermoon would actually tolerate street orphans and runaways or not and what they'd do with them if not.

Short answer: Yes, but not by choice. Longer answer:To be brutally frank, poverty is an eyesore. No one likes to be reminded of the fact that some people live in those conditions, whether that’s genuine sympathy for their hardships or “ew, poor people” revulsion. While some people do try to make a difference, most people toss their spare change in a cup and call it their good deed for the day. Moving on. Now, as many of you may know, I consider Quel’Thalas to be very meritocratic. While the powers that be are, by and large, made up of the aristocracy, the Magistry and military provide avenues for social and economic mobility. Furthermore, as elves live for thousands of years, public education* would be much easier and cheaper; teachers don’t grow old and retire nearly as often, ensuring that, not only are there more teachers available per student, the glut of available educators ensures that there are enough teachers alive who are passionate enough about their jobs that they tolerate the low pay for fear of someone else taking the post instead, and I highly doubt the State would permit unionization to improve that. Tough luck for teachers, but hey. (*Contrary to popular belief, free public education is not a purely modern phenomenon, dating back to at least the 17th century in the West and much later in the East, including 5th century BCE (!) Judah and 16th century BCE India (!!).)Where am I going with this? With education and opportunity readily available, the explicitly aristocratic government before the Fall (the monarch and the seven most powerful nobles) gains a basis to blame the poor for their poverty. After all, they can be successful with hard work - so they’re choosing to be poor, right? Right?Obviously, they’re not right. There’s always room to slip through the cracks, and runaways and orphans rarely have the desire to go to school, where studying and corporal punishment await them if they don’t toe the line. Without a family to support them, basic amenities such as clothing become difficult, and they may be more concerned with not being victims of criminals. They may even have difficulty obtaining food, if they want to escape the orphanage and/or school.This brings us to possibly the biggest problem they face: Quel’Thalas may be overwhelmingly wildness and small rural settlements, but Silvermoon contains most of the population, for the same reason cities do now, as magic allows an almost post-scarcity society, as far as food supplies. Having a lot of people, however, means there must be space for them - and orphanages are not productive industries. They don’t work, they don’t pay taxes, they don’t produce anything of objective value. They’re expensive to run, and most importantly, they use up room that simply doesn’t exist in the city. Those orphanages would be overcrowded, likely understaffed (public children’s’ homes and orphanages have an extremely high turnover rate, so the population doesn’t really help here beyond improving the quality of staff), and simply unable to cope with the number of children they must. Now, there are not as many children as a similarly-sized human city would - elves don’t reproduce that fast and/or as much (depending on your take on it). This means that the situation isn’t as dire as it would be in, say, Stormwind. However, having a smaller problem doesn’t mean there isn’t one. Bear with me here, I swear this is going somewhere.Despite what one may think, the Fall wouldn’t have really helped much. While most of the children at the time no doubt perished, many of the survivors were orphaned, and many more orphans would be created by the continued deaths of the remaining adults, including young children born as part of the repopulation “effort” that are entirely unable to fend for themselves. It would also have drastically cut the numbers of surviving orphan matrons/patrons (can YOU see one abandoning their orphanage in the Fall, or successfully defending it?). The few resources left to that system would be struggling to upkeep buildings at the bottom of the government’s priority list, with very few caretakers for the children available at all, let alone that care about their work. As was (and is) common in RL orphanages, older children will likely be expected to more or less fend for themselves to reduce overcrowding and make room for actually helpless children. Adolescents especially, and perhaps even children barely out of toddlerhood, are lucky to have a place in the orphanage to sleep at night, where it’s relatively safe from predators. Many are not so fortunate. Especially among older children, this can lead to fierce competition and even violence over scarce resources - you can conjure bread and water, but not clothing or shoes or more nutritious fare, never mind something that actually tastes good. Abuse for the sake of it is also inevitable, and with too few caretakers to protect everyone. Almost there. No doubt, being an orphan or “successful” runaway is a harsh life, but in many cases inevitable. Depending on if your glass is half empty or not, runaways especially may face the additional trouble of the government not bothering to help parents without strings to pull find their children, let alone helping a muddy orphan find parents that are probably dead anyway, go away I don’t have food. Now, my point. There isn’t enough room for them all, albeit more because there’s too little room rather than too many orphans. Without expending resources that they’d rather spend elsewhere, a long-term solution isn’t really possible - but resources ARE available, as we all know, to make sure Silvermoon at least LOOKS like a utopia. What this ends up meaning is that the only places where orphans and runaways won’t just be scooped up and dumped at the nearest orphanage (which doesn’t have room for them) would be the places the powers that be don’t go - the slums, or the closest approximation to a slum Silvermoon has. In actual RP, this would usually be Murder Row. Anywhere else (except perhaps the construction site), they’d just be swept under the rug stamped “return to sender” once the city guard gets enough complaints about orphans being depressing and ruining someone’s day.

[oversought]

i think there's an appeal for certain people in writing 'problematic' (read: racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc.) characters & plot lines because it gives people an easy excuse to void themselves of responsibility for how writing those subjects poorly and in certain ways can hurt people. it gives them an easy shield to hide behind. it gives them an excuse not to reflect on their own beliefs and how they may be harmful. it gives them an excuse to be racist or homophobic or whatever else & say 'im not racist, my character is!' regardless of whether or not they themselves have done/said [insert harmful thing here]. 

it makes it really easy to detach themselves and excuse themselves from the table that is, say, racism for example when-- as im sure many will tell you-- you’re not. you’re not excused from the table just because you’ve proclaimed yourself “not a racist” and that sort of detachment is exactly the kind of mindset that allows people to let themselves get away with saying/doing racist things. it’s like when someone brings up how something someone has done is racist and they immediately say “im not racist”... writing problematic characters who are racist and saying “im not racist, my character is” makes it really hard for poc to approach you to say “hey this is racist” because ?? you’ve already established you don’t think you’re racist and you think yourself absolved of ever doing anything racist which isn’t how it works. this applies to all other issues here too regarding homophobia, transphobia, etc.

im sure this isn't the case for everyone, but it’s frequent enough that it has made a lot of us extremely cautious of writing with characters in the ‘problematic’ vein with regards to complex social issues like racism and homophobia. 

in my personal opinion, the rpc very much overuses 'ic =/= ooc' to the point it is less of a way of protecting the mun from people who might exploit them for their character and more of a way for the writer to excuse things they’ve written that are harmful. ic =/= ooc is for clarifying your views aren’t the same as your character’s, not for giving yourself a free pass to say and do harmful things or write things in inappropriate, oppressive ways. ic =/= ooc is not meant to be used to void yourself of responsibility for writing something harmful. you still wrote it, it still has impact... if someone is bringing attention to the harm it does then it's very well a possibility (and very likely) that it's because (even in a fictional setting from a fictional character) you've written something irresponsibly in ways that have genuine repercussions and are harmful. 

this is all not to mention how incredibly uninspired it is for the only 'problematic' things characters can be in the rpc is racist or homophobic or whatever else, it just lends itself to a lack of creativity and willingness to expand outside of writing things that in living memory are still actively hurting people and contributing to the still alive & well oppression of marginalized groups.

to be frank all of this goes especially to the people who are white/cis/straight writing racist/transphobic/homophobic characters !!! 

to expand more on that if you’re straight and writing a homophobic muse...  1) the chances of you harboring homophobic beliefs (conscious, unconscious or otherwise) are extremely high (straight people, and even us non-straight people, have been conditioned from day one to hate non-straight people, it is a facet of how our society raises us) and this is harmful when writing a muse who is actively homophobic because it detaches you from your own potentially homophobic beliefs and gives you a free pass to say “i’m not homophobic” even if you are  2) you’re absolutely guaranteed at some point to be playing against both muns and characters (the writer being most important here) who are not straight, in doing so you open up the potential to write harmful things in ways that are triggering for them or-- most frequently-- contributing to that marginalization in some way. this is especially true when by extension you refuse to recognize how you yourself could be homophobic, re: detachment.

so when you-- a straight person writing a homophobic muse-- have someone point out that “hey, this is really harmful to me as a gay person and you’ve written things in ways that contribute negatively”, and you jump to say “oh well, ic =/= ooc, it’s my character not me!” you have immediately dismissed the lived experiences of an actually gay person. it’s a covert form of tone policing. it’s a way of saying “well, you can’t distinguish ic from ooc so your concerns and criticisms aren’t valid.” and that’s the bottom line. 

this is exactly why im so personally hesitant to rp with characters written these ways. there are so many things you can add to a character to make them 'problematic'. i just feel like if your default with problematic muses is something to that ilk regarding racist, transphobic, etc. characters then i-- as someone who is impacted by many of those things personally-- have every right to be cautious & have criticisms of that. 

as i’ve already stated: it's very easy to use a 'problematic' character to excuse one's own problematic practices, beliefs, actions, etc. it's also very easy in an rp setting to sympathize with and excuse the actions of 'problematic' characters in ways that potentially are detrimental. 

i know for me that seeing people sympathize & excuse the actions of their heinously racist characters leaves a bad taste in my mouth. it sends a message to me that if you can forgive and excuse the awful actions of a fictional character, who's to say you won't jump to excuse the actions of a real life, flesh and blood racist whose actions have more clout? especially when people are already and actively doing that in the rpc... and i say this knowing full well ic isn't the same as ooc, but once again --- it's so easy to excuse your own harmful behaviors by hiding behind a 'problematic' muse that for a lot of people-- re: marginalized groups-- it becomes an issue of "is it safe for me to rp with this person?" or "are they willing to take responsibility if they write something inappropriate that hurts me?" or “do they really believe these things that actively harm me in my day to day life offline?” 

it’s really easy for people who aren’t impacted by those issues to detach themselves from their hand in those things when writing problematic muses of that variety. it’s easy to detach and say “i’m not racist, my character is” so when something comes up and you say something actually racist, you feel you’re void of that notion and that responsibility. it also contributes to this culture that the accusation of doing something harmful is worse than the harmful thing itself, when... no. it isn’t. 

also, just to clarify when i say 'hurt' and ‘harmful’ im 1000% not just referring to hurt feelings or discomforts, what i mean is: contributes invariably to concepts that marginalize and perpetuate oppressive ideologies in ways that genuinely [insert ist/phobic] people can easily latch onto to excuse their own thoughts and actions that are [insert ist/phobic here]. 

listen, i get the appeal of screaming "ic doesn't equal ooc!!", it gives you a free pass the levy the responsibility onto someone else (even fictional) and it gives you a free pass to pretend like you can never contribute to those things. i get it. it has appeal. but when marginalized groups especially are telling you you're writing things that hurt us and that is your immediate response it just displays  1) a lack of responsibility and accountability for things that you have written and things that you have done  2) a lack of understanding or care of how these complex issues even in regards to something as simple as rp can cause genuine harm and contribute to the lack of safety of certain peoples. 

it’s really not hard --- just take responsibility for what you've written when it hurts people on the level of ists/phobics & more importantly, respect that a lot of us aren't comfortable writing with your racist/homophobic/transphobic/etc. muses because many of us have seen first hand how people hide behind that in harmful ways. it's not rocket science.

the 'fiction isn't reality' narrative is false and harmful as well as creates this shield from anyone harmed by what you're writing in ways that prevent them from speaking out. it posits that those hurt by what you’ve said/done/written/believe/etc. are unreasonable and delusional somehow which just so happens to be the exact narrative violent racists, homophobes, etc. use to tarnish the seriousness with which marginalized groups are taken. 

more importantly however, i want to see people respect others who are made uncomfortable by these things --- and rightfully so. 

the people writing those topics are the first to jump to lament on about how people should respect their right to use violent racial slurs in their writing and write a violently racist character and to respect their right to do that, but god forbid people have valid criticisms and don’t want to associate with those things! let us be upset about these things, let us express our criticisms and concerns about these things, let us not associate with these things if we want. no matter what anyone says even if they’re actively trying to educate you can stop you from writing your shitty, uninspired racist muse, we can’t stop you. we know we can’t stop you. 

however, shutting down our voices when we speak up about something harmful is not ok. allowing us to have our criticisms without positing us as unreasonable or even delusional would just go a long way as far as progress goes. respect that those subjects might be things people don’t want to fuck with and let them be angry when things hurt them. cry typing a 12 paragraph long post about how ridiculous it is people don’t want to write with your violently racist character because they’re ‘problematic’ is a facet of tone policing and another part of why some of us don’t want to write with your violently racist character; we know how writers will use violently racist characters as an excuse for how they’re not racist even when they’re actively doing/saying racist things.

i’m not white, i’m not straight or cis, i’ve been through a lot of things related to those two aspects of myself. just as well, a lot of writers in this space are not white, cis, or straight... it’s heinously disrespectful and i’d say flat out abusive to assume that non-white, non-cis, non-straight writers are fine with writing against a character that is actively saying racist, transphobic, homophobic things when we are literally dealing with that offline already. 

please --- accept and respect that a lot of us have criticisms, valid criticisms at that, and a lot of us feel unsafe with regards to ‘problematic’ muses in the vein of racism, transphobia, homophobia, etc. and we especially feel unsafe and uncomfortable with the writers who refuse to take responsibility with these things & seek to void themselves of any hand in them. it happens so so much with writers of ‘problematic’ characters that i just can’t imagine our fears and discomforts and worries being in any way unreasonable. 

degrading us for that just completely foregoes any understanding of how racism works and you can claim to be so progressive and #Woke writing a racist character and understanding that he’s racist, but degrading writers of color for not wanting to write with your racist character is... well, what do you know, neither progressive nor respectful and is actually racist. 

my point is, there’s a lot of unpack regarding these types of characters and the people who tend to write them and more often than not it can contribute to a lack of safety for marginalized groups and facilitate harmful ideologies in the rpc.

just food for thought.

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Looking for tales and adventures!

Name:Rhys Age:20 Timezone:Central Email:dotiscat@gmail.com Hey there! I'm looking for long term, descriptive roleplay partners. I do m/m, m/f, f/f (+ any nonbinary or trans pairings!). I am also very wary of being approached with "I only do this gender" because I am very flexible, and just want many different characters on both of our ends. I do not appreciate stereotypical 'top/bottom' and 'seme/uke' tropes (please don't call it yaoi/yuri and/or give anime-esque face claims) and would like for relationships to remain as realistic as possible, meaning switching. I do smut. (Note: I don't roleplay with minors. Please be 18+. If you aren't a legal adult, I will not respond.) Fandoms ----- •Life is Strange (Max/Chloe, Max/literally anyone, Chloe/Rachel, Warren/Nathan, Rachel/Frank) •Game of Thrones (Gendry/Arya, Jon/Robb, Jon/Sansa, Jon/Ygritte, Robb/Theon, Robb/Talisa, Sansa/Margaery [video game>>] Mira/Sera, Asher/Gwyn, Rodrik/Arthur, Elaena/Gryff, Rodrik/Elaena, Mira/Margaery) •The Wolf Among Us (Bigby/Snow, Bigby/Woodsman, Bigby/Bloody Mary) •Steven Universe (Ruby/Sapphire, [aged up] Connie/Steven, Pearl/Rose/Greg, Pearl/Amethyst) •The Mortal Instruments (Alec/Magnus, Simon/Raphael, Isabelle/Simon, Isabelle/Lydia, Jace/Clary, Clary/Isabelle, Jace/Simon, Maia/Isabelle) •The Walking Dead (Rick/Daryl, Rick/Negan, Negan/Dwight, Daryl/Carol, Rick/Shane, Rick/Michonne, Michonne/Andrea, Glenn/Maggie [video game>>] Luke/Nick, Lee/Carley, Lee/Kenny, Eddie/Wyatt, Nate/Russel, David/Javier, Javier/Jesus, Javier/Kate, [aged up] Clementine/Gabriel) •The Last of Us (Joel/OC, Joel/Tess, [aged up?] Ellie/Riley) •Infamous; Second Son (Eugene/Delsin, Reggie/Delsin, Fetch/Delsin) •Marvel (Tony/Steve, Tony/Bruce, Bucky/Steve, Clint/Pietro, Clint/Phil, Natasha/Wanda, Peter/Wade, Peter/Harry, Peter/Gwen, Peter/Harry/Gwen, Wade/Vanessa, Wade/Peter/Vanessa) •Until Dawn (Chris/Josh, Chris/Mike, Ashley/Sam, Sam/Beth, Emily/Jess/Matt, Ashley/Chris) •Borderlands (Jack/Rhys, Jack/Rhys/Timothy, Fiona/Athena, Athena/Janey, Fiona/Yvette, Rhys/Vaughn, Jack/Nisha, Axton/Rhys, Axton/Maya, Maya/Lilith, Lilith/Roland, Timothy/Wilhem, Jack/Nisha/Rhys) •Underland Chronicles (Gregor/Luxa, [aged up] Gregor/Howard) •Uncharted (Nathan/Sam, Nathan/Harry, Nathan/Elaena, Chloe/Nadine, Sam/Rafe) •DC (Bruce/Dick, Harley/Ivy, Oliver/Dinah, Dick/Jason) •Brokeback Mountain (Ennis Del Mar/Jack Twist) •Shutter Island (Andrew Laeddis/Chuck Aule) •Hamilton: An American Musical (Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens, Alexander Hamiton/Aaron Burr, Alexander Hamilton/Elizabeth Schuyler, Alexander Hamilton/Angelica Schuyler, Elizabeth Schuyler/Maria Reynolds, Aaron Burr/Theodosia Prevost, Philip Hamilton/Theodosia Burr, Lafayette/John Laurens, Alexander Hamilton/George Washington, Lafayette/Hercules Mulligan) •Eyewitness (US): (Philip/Lucas) •Heathers: Kurt/Ram, Veronica/Heather M., Veronica/Heather C., Veronica/JD --- I don't do canon/oc, but can be convinced for some, I am all for it! If you don't see a certain pairing you're looking for, approach me with it! I may have forgotten or whatnot and could easily be swayed for that pairing! ---- I would love to chat OOC. Being friends is what really makes this work! I want to hear about what's going on in your life. I want to be someone that you can lean on! If I do not reply to an email within the span of a few days, it may be because it got lost in my inbox. Just send it again if this occurs! I write in third person, past/present tense, and in paragraph form. I'm going to be honest, if you show disinterest with one liners and very limited two-paragraphed responses to my six, then I will most likely not respond. I want to be friends, and get along, but if someone doesn't want to put in the effort, I understand. I know life is busy, and you don't always have time, but if it's a constant one-two paragraphs and not at least giving me a heads up that you'll be gone, I'm not going to accept it when I specified that I just want something over three. :( I feel bad for doing this, but it just gets tiring to try awfully hard and get a disinterested response in return. Original plot ideas ------ •Therianthropic medieval nobles that have to tame the beasts within themselves in the midst of a war. ((This is an extremely descriptive, multiple character plot that I have pre-planned.)) •Super duo/team coming together to defeat a mass villain/conflict •Pandemic survivor must take an immune survivor across the US in order to extract the cure (credit to The Last of Us) •Future where androids/robots are used as helpers for just about anything, for example: Keeping disabled and elderly people company in their homes, doing odd jobs to assist humanity, etc. among this, most people who don't need them as companions are very prejudice against the AI. It is up to our characters to stop the impending war between AI and human. (Credit to I, Robot. Two of our main characters can be a human and an AI! :V) •Assassin roleplay (can be assassin/target, assassin/assassin. historical or modern) •Explorers looking for a treasure on the coast of a tropical island(credit to the Uncharted series! Can be romantic or platonic) •Time traveller gets stuck in time, and another person has to help them get back to the reality they came from. • Oceanologists go to a secluded island to study the plants and sea life in the water, and on a scuba dive, discover creatures unlike anything they've ever seen. People with tails and scales! (Merpeople! :D Can be romantic, like all the others) •Person goes to live in a very wealthy relatives home after they pass away, and learns how secluded the neighborhood really is, with a small village of less than 30 people, and nothing more. Supernatural occurrences ensue, and characters must stop the thing/creature as it starts taking people in the night. •Detective duo goes to a secluded mental penitentiary together in order to solve the case of a patient that went missing out of nowhere. Throughout their journey, detective 1 is separated from their partner, and is put through a series of trials in order to find their missing patient. What they think is going on isn't what it appears to be. (credit to the movie Shutter Island. Heavily influenced on the plot, and will contain many, many triggers. Such as murder, mental illness, and deception.) •Original Game of Thrones House, story, and positions!!! (CRAVING VVVV MUCH AHHH) ------------ Limits: I cannot do pedophilia, mpreg, beastiality and/or furries, gun/knife kink, bathroom stuff, a/b/o, or gruesomely detailed rape/forced sexual interactions. Other than that, anything is fair game. Please don't contact me with a "hey, wanna rp?" I appreciate you adding things about yourself, and things pertaining to the RP like your limits and what interests you most! :) thank you! I apologize if I seem straight forward or offend anyone over some specifics I want, but I promise I am much, much more friendly and relaxed when we talk OOC.

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CONGRATULATIONS, JACI!

You have been accepted for the role of OYUN KIR-NARAN. Admin Em: I love it when an application convinces me the writer completely understands a character before I’ve even finished reading it. Jaci, I was astounded by your thorough understanding of one of my favorite characters I’ve ever written - every piece of dialogue, every sample and headcanon not only made perfect sense but elaborated extensively on details to which I had either devoted an entire paragraph and less than a sentence with thoughtful consideration. Oyun’s cool logic and deception was hard enough for me to grasp and describe succinctly, but Jaci, it was clear from her interactions with Saran, the Ravkan soldiers, and the ideas you had for Maksim and Tatiana that you grasped every aspect of her effortlessly. But it was this line from your plot idea for Maksim that made shivers run down my spine and convinced me she was in great hands: “’Your time has run out,’ Oyun will say. ‘Now you no longer bow to Ravka, this false home of yours. Now, orphan, you bow to your compatriot. You bow to me.’” Congratulations, Jaci! You have 24 HOURS to send in your account. Also, remember to look at the CHECKLIST. Welcome to Ravka!

OUT OF CHARACTER

ALIAS: Jacinta, but I tend to go by Jaci.

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: I use she/her or they/them pronouns.

AGE: I’m seventeen years old.

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: My timezone is GMT +4. I’d rate my current activity level at around a six out of ten. This is because I’m in school and, although the amount of things I have to do varies from week to week, I’m thinking a six out of ten would probably be the minimum, and an eight would be the maximum. Worst case scenario I could be on every other day, and best case, every day (which, to be frank, is the far more likely scenario, since my test period is pretty much halfway done by now and that was the biggest issue with my activity). In addition, this would be the only RP I’m in, just to clarify! My activity wouldn’t be scattered, but rather focused exclusively here.

TRIGGERS: OMITTED

CURRENT/PAST ACCOUNTS: OMITTED

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER: Oyun Kir-Naran.

◤ OYUN ( wisdom ) ◢

Mother was a philosopher, and Father was a strategist. They had little in common when it came to morals and personality, but strong unions were, according to their common theory, never to be built on emotions. Mother and Father hardly spoke of matters of the heart. Little Oyun, sneaking across the halls on the tips of her bare toes to keep herself from making a sound that would alert her parents or the villa staff that tended to everyday matters, would listen in on the conversations they shared over steaming, pure white teacups expecting to learn what love sounded like. By the time Oyun was seven, she’d learned that searching for love in the shared words of two intellectuals was a nonsensical, fruitless endeavor.

Love was fickle, as were all emotions— doomed to wither, some quicker than others. Her parents were adamant in Oyun learning to follow reason rather than the invisible pulling of a rope tethered to her heart. A mere illusion, they taught her through the words of her tutors ( for a strategist and a philosopher had no time to spare in teaching a child to think, and a skilled tutor could do a wonderful job of instilling their doctrine in Oyun’s mind if paid the correct amount ), fruit of the tempting desire to rebel present in every youth. Oyun was to brush it aside, and so she did. She was to be an intellectual like her parents before her, and so she was, dazzling the mentors that raised her with her ability to analyze and deduce, and come to brilliant conclusions. Oyun was no fo ), fruit of the tempting desire to rebel present in every youth. Oyun was to brush it aside, and so she did. She was to be an intellectual like her parents before her, and so she was, dazzling the mentors that raol. Named wise before she was even born, she couldn’t afford to be anything short of that if she was to succeed.

◤ ERDENE ( jewel, or something precious ) ◢

Mother and Father waged war against sentimentality, and tradition was the no man’s land caught in the middle. They frowned upon those who married for love and sneered at the foolish children letting their impulses lead them recklessly to imminent failure. Yet they couldn’t avert their eyes from the ancient teachings framed on the walls, or offer a friendly hand to Grisha. For centuries, children of noble families carried their ancestors’ legacy in their name, and Oyun was no exception.

Oyun’s first name was hardly a subject for debate, and the matter of her middle name was settled with ease. It was a simple agreement, based on facts and correspondence. Erdene would include her name into her daughter’s, as dictated by tradition. The meaning of her name was unknown to her, nor did she think it was a decisive factor in her decision— or rather, that it had any importance whatsoever.

Erdene and Naran were eager to boast that they had named their daughter after the most important virtue of them all, to turn the introduction of their child to the world into an opportunity to impart their years worth of philosophical and statistical teachings, thus improving their reputation as renowned scholars. Yet Oyun’s middle name remained a mystery to whoever was not meddlesome enough to ask.

◤ KIR-NARAN ( daughter of the sun ) ◢

Daughter of Naran, daughter of the Sun. Life in Oyun’s household resembled life in the boarding schools she read about in novels with covers that hung on by a thread, the books stored in the bottom corners of shelves to make room for more important ones. Two families of scholars and intellectuals found their confluence in Oyun, and her natural talents were honed by her many tutors and Oyun herself.

Family is meant to be the only thing she is more loyal to than her nation, and she is — at least in word. With a smile, Oyun will praise her parents for days, but her smile would not falter if she had to sell their heads to gain an advantage herself. In the end, her loyalty to those who share her blood or speak her language will never be greater than Oyun’s loyalty to herself and her own causes. Blood may be thicker than water, but gold is thicker than both.

      WHAT DREW YOU TO THIS CHARACTER?

I tend to play characters whose souls are either pristine white or charcoal black. Some are pure, joyful, sometimes exceedingly so— gentle, kind souls with smiles bright as the sun and irises flickering with the starlight of their souls. The rest are venomous souls, with opaque eyes and heavy, hardened hearts. Their shoulders are heavy, their tongues are silver, producing harsh words.

Oyun is not an extreme, but rather, a grey that is practically unknown to me. She is driven neither by good nor evil, but purely by herself. Neither hero nor villain, Oyun is at the sidelines, tugging on strings visible only to herself profiting from them both, for she is far too wise to give them something to take from her. No, she knows better than that. She knows eyes are not meant to be used to appreciate the beauty of the world, to admire the skies and the smile of a pretty individual but rather to observe their gestures, watching the dilation of their pupils and the twitch of their fingertips, the slouch of their shoulders or the strain of their muscles. Ears were never meant to listen to music or birdsong, but to be pressed to a wall until a conversation has been heard in its entirety, for people do have a tendency to be particularly loud when shocked or upset.

Oyun takes the line that separates good from evil and dances on it, her movements ever so graceful and calculated. While she may lean towards one or the other sometimes, every twirl and step has been mapped out and she never tumbles.

WHAT FUTURE PLOT IDEAS DID YOU HAVE IN MIND? THREE future plot ideas would be preferable. Feel free to get creative and let us know what ideas you have in mind for the development of the character and what you would like to see them do in the roleplay.

◤ I. YOU BOW TO ME ft. MAKSIM KAEV ◢

It takes a great deal of restraint not to grin when coming face to face with oh-so-celebrated Maksim Kaev when one knows of his origin — something that could destroy his reputation, something Oyun knows he’ll be desperate to keep under wraps. But how does one go up to another and whisper in their ear that one is their ruination, the reason why they will fall even quicker than they rose? How does one say to another, your fear has come for you, and I am the prophet sent to make you crumble? Telling Maksim that she knows he is Shu is a dangerous move, and the daughter of strategists knows better than to go into battle unprepared, without a plan in her head and tricks up her sleeve. Her plan is still in formation, the tricks yet to be defined. Getting the information on Maksim’s origin took months of scheming, deceit and persuasion, and her efforts will not be wasted on a flawed plan. Oyun is still plotting, but I would like her to dare to walk up to Maksim and dare to use him. Torture does not need a blade for its execution, as no blade is sharper than the silver tongue of Oyun Kir-Naran, and the torture she knows best is the game of manipulation. Many have the potential of leading an army, but few can keep them awake at night in the manner that Oyun does. Few can run their eyes up and down a person, observe them from a day and know the way that their mind works and the secrets they hide. The right mask could go a long way, and god, was the information on Maksim one worth wearing a hundred masks for. It is a pity that he does not know that his glory will be short-lived, that his greatest enemy lives in the pretty diplomat that bats her eyes at those with gilded blood or gilded pockets. How harmless she looks, but is that not the point?

She lies awake at night, wondering how she’ll tell him, and while there are a few details to be ironed out, Oyun knows she will not wait long to strike. Whether she tells Maksim of the information she’s gathered during a waltz at the next ball or whether she’ll corner him in an empty hallway at night, Maksim Kaev will become powerless. He will fall, and nobody will know but Oyun. I want her hands to ache until she’s had enough. I want her to leave her room as soon as the sun has set, a cloak over her head, and find Maksim and speak in a hushed whisper, yet with clear words and a cold smile. “Your time has run out,” Oyun will say. “Now you no longer bow to Ravka, this false home of yours. Now, orphan, you bow to your compatriot. You bow to me.”

◤ II. WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE TO BE A NOBLE? ft. TATIANA LANTSOV ◢

Saran was as pretty as she was easy to toy with, and finding someone similar to her in the Ravkan court was almost too easy. Oyun almost suspected that the Ravkans were aware of her stellar ability to throw open the doors of almost any noble’s wardrobe and run her fingers through the skeletons inside, that Tatiana was smarter than she looked and would report on Oyun’s behaviour to the royal family.  

One interaction with Tatiana Lantsov was enough to prove otherwise. Such narcissism could not be faked by someone with an acting ability not superior to Oyun’s, and the diplomat was too arrogant to presume that her own game could be used against her. Still, she was wary until Tatiana proved herself to be harmless — and then, it began. The gentle cooing, the honey-bathed words, the softness of a false admirer that was worthy of sharing a cup of tea with the oh so lovely, oh so beautiful, oh so wonderful Tatiana Lantsov. “What does it feel like? You know, to be…a noble?” Oyun gasps and nods along when Tatiana explains the ins and outs of Ravkan court, sometimes even taking notes to further inflate Tatiana’s ego. It is hilarious to watch her speak blatantly obvious things as if explaining the strategies of the first army, and few things are more amusing to Oyun than making her accent thicker around Tatiana and asking her to explain a certain Ravkan idiom.

Sometimes, Oyun forgets that Tatiana isn’t a source of entertainment but rather, a source of valuable information. I would like Oyun to develop her “friendship” with Tatiana further, to become the trusted confidant she is to become if she is to extract anything valuable from Saran Two. If history is any indicator, Oyun should be successful, and it is thrilling to imagine the secrets of the Ravkan aristocrats. Is there an affair to uncover, an illegitimate child whose bloodline is yet to be revealed? While years have already passed and their bond has already been formed, Oyun’s thirst for knowledge will not be quenched until the Lantsov family is at her fingertips— and even then, there’s always someone else to control. She knows she is cunning enough to be the invisible puppeteer tugging at the heartstrings of Anton Lantsov when the crown is placed on his head, and Tatiana will pave the road beneath Oyun’s feet.

◤ III. SHOW ME YOUR POWER ft. THE GRISHA, ALEKSANDER MOROZOVA AND GEMMA PAVLOVA ◢

They are unnatural. Nobody back home, in Shu Han, knows how they came to be, or where they come from. They value reason beyond anything else, and the closest thing they have to a religion is phrased more like a doctrine than a compilation of myths and legends. They are not like the Fjerdans— the reason why they look for Grisha is not a silly belief, but rather the thing that moves the world forward: science.

Oyun had never met a Grisha before arriving to Ravka, and while she was hesitant to feel their touch on her skin ( it was rather hard to rid herself of the thought that any of these innocent-looking specimens in red keftas could make her heart collapse with a clench of their hand, especially when nothing about their abilities was certain ). The Grisha are the unknown come to life in a body similar to her own. Maybe that was what made them so unsettling, the fact that an item of clothing was the only sign of someone who could summon a hurricane, or melt gold by brushing it with their fingertips, or even summon the shadows and the sunlight themselves to do their bidding.

Before being named diplomat to Ravka, Oyun stayed awake for days reading up on Ravkan history and customs, of their beliefs and the country’s geography. Diplomats usually had years to prepare themselves, but Oyun knew too much. She had to be sent away, and she had to be sent off fast. She quickly learned about the First and Second Armies, of their leaders, of the proper way to address them. The Darkling and the Sun Summoner became the subjects of her interest before Oyun was even on her way to Ravka, but while the Darkling was an intriguing character, the Sun Summoner was a frustrating one. There were many texts written about the one who could command the shadows, but barely more than a rumour about the ruler of the light.

I want Oyun to be around them both. To interact with them, to wordlessly beg them for the chance to hear their stories, while she also must deal with her discomfort at being surrounded by Grisha. Oyun would never admit to anyone how much they unsettle her, how she pretends to brush a strand of hair away when she’s really measuring her pulse, how her eyes tend to linger on the dancing flame of a candle or the water in her glass when a Grisha of the Etherealki order is in the room.

The Darkling, in particular, is someone who often wanders his way into his mind— often enough for Oyun to have wondered if his abilities include mental manipulation. I would like to establish a dynamic between Oyun and The Darkling, to explore how she deals with her discomfort around Grisha at the one who most represents the unknown, someone she cannot even address by his name.

WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO HAVE YOUR CHARACTER DIE?:

◤ YES ◢

As much as I love Oyun’s character and have grown to care deeply about her and the way she makes me grow as a writer, I would be willing to have her die. I feel like a character’s death is ultimately the biggest plot one can play out, so it’s a huge chance for me as a writer to explore this plot and, in all honesty, I’m a big fan of angst-filled plots. I don’t quite have an idea of how Oyun would die (although, to be quite honest, I imagine it to resemble an assassination rather than illness or an unfortunate accident), so I don’t have any particular preferences as to how Oyun’s death would happen yet— just that I’m okay with it.

IN DEPTH

IN CHARACTER PARA SAMPLE(S):

◤ I. BREAK THIS SILENCE. ◢

She’s always hated long trips with Saran. The company is bearable for Oyun, who has managed to cultivate a particularly spectacular patience for those who speak almost solely in metaphors and can marvel at sunlight on their skin for hours. She can humour Saran with verses from the prettiest of Shu poems, or the entertaining riddles she picked up as a child, or even a well-timed smile. But Oyun’s spirits cannot be lifted as she is jostled around a carriage, her body unaccustomed to the long rides through the countryside. Her bones are those of a diplomat, not a warrior, and diplomats seat on plush cushions and straighten their back as they silently judge everyone in their room. The guard accompanying them both was silent throughout the ride, providing little in terms of entertainment with his voice. Yet he was interesting to look at, with his gold-trimmed military coat shifting around his knees every few minutes and flushed cheeks whenever his eyes met Saran’s.  

But the noble lady’s faraway gaze, framed by the curls pinned delicately into an elegant braid by Oyun herself, was fleeting. The guard would flash her a dazzling grin and rather than batting an eyelash at him, Oyun noted that her eyes turned to the landscape seen through the window, illuminated by the last rays of sunshine as the clouds above turned orange, then pink, then an ominous grey. The gods above knew what was to come, and their breath sucked the colour from the world like it would soon take away everything— their muscle, their strength, their freedom.

Saran hardly frowned. “It gives you wrinkles,” she’d croon to her own reflection as her fingertips pulled and massaged the skin on her face, “and I will not look like a raisin when I age.” Yet seeing the world outside devoid of colour must have made her stomach turn, and she sought comfort in the only one who could remain calm while fire rained from the heavens.

“Oyun, dear, why don’t you break this silence? Sing one of the poems, will you? One of the lovely ones.”

The lovely ones — the ones lacking any substance or story, the ones that were little more than an assortment of pretty-sounding words put together as cohesively as possible. Sometimes, Oyun caught herself wondering if the lovely poems were crafted by pulling ostentatious words out of a hat and stringing them together in the appropriate metric pattern.  Saran seemed to be the human embodiment of the so-called lovely poems.

“Of course, Lady Saran,” she smiles, white teeth catching the last glows of light entering the carriage through the window. The sky has darkened in a matter of minutes, and Oyun notices that their guard is too busy watching Saran’s features to think of safety measures, but hearing little more than the hooves of their horse and birds calling to each other, she brushes this off. Nothing will happen. They are safe, and much like her years of accompanying Saran, nothing special or even mildly different will happen.

“Oh may no mountain mist arise, no clouds so soft and white,” she sings, her voice trained for years to charm an audience, the ancient words of one of Saran’s favourite poems coming easily to Oyun’s mind after having sung to the noble countless times already, “to hide them from our sight—”

 She never got to finish. In the matter of seconds, a songbird was slaughtered and a dormant wolf was awoken. The bird died quickly, its neck snapped by the hands of Ravkans clothed in military uniform who emerged from the shadows and attacked their carriage, and with a howl, a wolf rose.

◤ II. THIS UNENDING NIGHT. ◢

The wind feels like a blade digging itself into the skin left exposed by her garments. Oyun’s traveling clothes were not meant to endure the harsh weather and conditions of being kept hostage, on her knees with her hands and ankles bound as if she were a barbarian that would strike with her body, as if by restraining her limbs they were, in any way, restraining her brain. She was not a beast like them. Her attacks were stronger than those a pair of hands could inflict. Yet Oyun had underestimated the efficiency and precision of Ravkan brutes, and when they seized control over their carriage, there was little to do other than surrender and pray for Shu aid.

Saran did most of the praying, sobbing until her swollen eyes and flushed cheeks were enough to make Oyun forget about the beauty her features held. As Saran cried, pleaded and begged for mercy, all Oyun could think in her constant silence was show shameful it would be for the Queen if her cousin was seen in such a state. Words were enough to break Saran, a few taunts sufficed to make her burst into tears and insist that her influence over the royals’ military tactics was little to none. Yet if there was one thing Saran had learned from her friendship with Oyun it was to hold her tongue, and many Shu secrets were kept safe, even if Oyun had to give Saran pointed glares when the girl’s tongue seemed to be running loose.

Their guard was shown no mercy. He resisted the Ravkans’ taunts and threats well, undoubtedly better than Saran. His recklessness proved to be his downfall, and using his forehead to break a brute’s nose after giving the Ravkans no useful information was his demise. The blood that spilled from the Ravkan’s nose seemed to wake a thirst the brutes had been repressing, and while Saran screeched and sobbed with loud wails, Oyun merely flinched as his throat was slit in one swift move.

“Learn from this,” the killer said in butchered Shu, giving a swift kick to the corpse that laid beside Oyun for an entire night before it was disposed of by hauling the body over a cliff.

“Come on now, pretty. Tell us which Shu official will follow in his footsteps,” the Ravkans taunt with a nod to the cliff, their faces inches from Oyun’s. Her mask is a mirror of Saran, one that mimics her tears and the despair on her features. Saran knows nothing, and if they are to hold a different fate than their guard’s, feigning ignorance is her best bet at safety. Intellectuals can walk with their back as straight as a royal’s, but in war, they share similar fates.

Oyun is, sometimes, the subject of the Ravkans’ cruelty— as she and Saran shiver under the cloak of night, Oyun’s side aches terribly, and her stomach feels like it has been stabbed. Her tongue is dry, and at night she dreams of waterfalls to bathe in and drink of. Saran is too precious of a hostage to damage, but her aide had no such luck, and thus Oyun was the target of any damage that the barbarians felt they had to deal. The nobles’ glory was the product of nothing but luck, and it was in the dirt, with a broken wrist, that Oyun became painfully aware of the fact that Saran’s fortune had yet to run out.

“Long is the mountain pheasant’s tail that curves down in its flight; but longer still, it seems to me,” Saran whispers to herself at twilight, praying to a God she has created in her suffering that is generous and merciful and will come to her aid, “left in my lonely plight, is this unending night.”

Saran knows nothing, and Oyun acts like this is her case too. Her masks have always been her most trusted weapons, after all.

◤ III. ENOUGH. ◢

It’s been too many blows. Oyun has lost track of the amount of times the sun has risen in the sky, and keeping her back straightened and her chin up to retain a semblance of her dignity is impossibly challenging. Intelligence and wit could not have prepared her for the pain or the humiliation of being forced to cry out to the skies, tears streaking her cheeks in order to maintain her cover.

She has been struck repeatedly, and by her side, Saran has given up on screaming at every blow, and only trembles weakly with what little strength remains in her bones. Oyun’s vision is blurred and there is an incessant ringing in her ears, yet she is able to hear the Ravkans talking among themselves as the brute who took to striking her catches his breath.

“Nothing useful. These Shu rats are nothing but worthless idiots— they’ve kept us waiting for too long.”

Oyun does not let her head fall as the tears stop flowing. Instead, her mask crumbles apart. It is not the Ravkans who destroyed it, but with the strength in her body, it is Oyun herself who reaches for her face and pulls it off. She will never give anyone the pleasure of breaking her— if Oyun breaks, it is by her own command. But she is not broken, rather reborn in the way that she turns to look at the Ravkans having shed the last of her feathers.

It is a wolf that turns her chilling gaze to them, and her howl is not in the form of a shriek but rather one word, enunciated clearly at the closest Ravkan.

“Enough.”

The Ravkans turn to her simultaneously, and Oyun fights to keep her words clear despite the fact that her tongue is made of sandpaper and her throat has been burned, her thirst begging to be quenched. Saran is sniffling as she turns to Oyun curiously. This is not the songbird, the gentle swan she is familiar with. This is not the mask she is accustomed to seeing every day. Rather, this is Oyun herself.

“You will untie me,” she commands, looking the highest-ranked officer in the eye.

“You are in no position to make deman— “

“You will untie me, and you will do so now. You will follow my instructions carefully and precisely. Write a new message. I’ll teach you to be persuasive.” The Ravkan now flows easily from her tongue, free from the heavy accent Oyun forced to better play her part, and after hesitation, the Ravkans listen. They listen to her reasoning and they find their blood chilling, for they have seen the crumbling of a mask and they have witnessed the awakening of a wolf — one that has shed its costume, a wolf that has not been born but rather brought to the surface. Her fangs are no longer hidden, and neither is the stoic expression on her features or the ice in her eyes. Call her pretty, and she’ll smile and bat her lashes. Call her lovely, and she’ll display her dancing on a stage and giggle at every joke. Call her gentle, and her hand will always be outstretched.

Call her Oyun Kir-Naran, and she will be loyal to none but herself. Call her Oyun Kir-Naran, and catch a glimpse of a tongue coated in silver and eyes that conceal a reticent mind. Perhaps gold does not course through her veins, but it lines the gears in her brain. She put it there herself.

They comply, and she sits upright despite the dehydration and food deprivation. She looks them in the eye as she speaks, unfeeling and factual in her statements until they are the ones averting their gaze. Brutes bow their head in the presence of a wolf, and their attempts to regain control over the situation fade the longer they spend writing down the words she dictates. Their control over Oyun and Saran’s situation was ripped from their hands as Oyun’s fictitious emotions ceased to exist, she plucked it from their open palms with ease.

The message is sent away, and her expression is severe and apathetic until they reach Ahmrat Jen, the Shu capital, and a mask must be adopted. Saran is distant the entire time, and the lack of life in her eyes, the way she stares forward with an unfocused gaze rather than watching the landscape and dreaming up an entire new life for herself as a farmer’s daughter and the way her back slouches tells Oyun that the songbird in her bones has died as well — only there is no wolf to take its place.

Ahmrat Jen welcomes the two with open arms and merciful expressions. Oyun bursts into tears at the sight of her parents, and as Mother holds her and pats down her tangled hair, she whispers a congratulations into Oyun’s ear, and wishes her luck in her imminent promotion. Oyun is ceremoniously given a medal for her bravery and wisdom, characteristics that saved her own life and Saran’s (oh, if they only knew that Saran’s soul was left behind in the dirt).

She smiles at them all, and makes a show of straightening her back and elongating her neck as she shakes the Queen’s hand. There is a threat in her eyes— be silent, she warns, exposing her fangs if only for a second. Be wary, Oyun wants to respond. For I will continue to rise.

NOTE: In order to clarify, the poems included are not written by me. They are traditional Japanese poetry, found online. It was selected purposely, as part of my personal Shu Han worldbuilding (where, for example, I took Confucian teachings as inspiration for the doctrine followed there, since they were pretty widespread and matched what I’d pictured from reading the books and information about Shu Han online, based the technology on China between 1880 and 1910, took many social aspects from Imperial Chinese society and the names used are all Mongolian).

CHARACTER HEADCANONS:

◤ I. VELVET FEATURES ◢

Oyun has spent years perfecting her ability to pick up on details and craft elaborate and founded theories on those who surround her, all with an unwavering smile as she pretends to listen to people’s monotonous compendiums of their day. At first, like every beginner at a new discipline, she slipped up. Her theories took hours or even days to perfect, and it was clear to any bystander that gears were turning behind her forehead when Oyun’s brow creased or her head tilted to the right, her expression growing steely. Analysis, after all, is cold. She has learned this much from her parents. Her face mimics this,  warm and unnatural gestures like a smile or the softening of her eyes falling away as all of her energy goes to wondering why a guard’s hair is ruffled in that particular way or what could have caused the fresh scratch on his cheek. Analysis was cold, and when she was partaking in this, so was Oyun.

It was a flaw, and like all flaws, it had to be fixed with urgency. When she could connect dots as quickly as she could snap her fingers, the illusion that there was nothing left to improve lasted mere seconds before she realized that not many people wanted to speak to a girl who, as clever and wise as she was, made little to no additions to a conversation and rather stared silently with a furrowed brow, a hardened gaze and a tilt to the right of her head.

Oyun herself was her trainer, and a mirror was the only tool she needed. For hours, Oyun would whisper incoherent words or lessons she could recite in her sleep while, for the first time, training body rather than mind. Some went for runs on hillsides until their legs burned and breathing felt like inhaling toxic gas, others learned to wield blades like extensions of their arms. Some trained their body to be as flexible as rubber to later stand on a stage and bend unnaturally to please an easily-entertained crowd, and others learned the best way to steal a target’s wallet from their pocket without them thinking anything was wrong. All of them, fundamentally, learned to hold control over their body— and control was always something Oyun hungered for.

A smile became her greatest weapon. Rather than cold expressions and head tilts, Oyun became known as the girl with the friendliest, loveliest smile, the girl with the glinting eyes. Oyun found that people tended to reveal their secrets with more ease when she angled her head towards the sunlight, making sure to bat her eyelashes and relax her shoulders while her eyes clung to stains on clothing and marks on flesh. She is a wolf, and lambs look her in the eye and sing of the liveliness in them while Oyun clothes herself in white feathers and bides her time, watching their throat and waiting until it is time to pounce.

◤ II. IN THE DARK, SHE IS WEAK ◢

Oyun’s family, being members of the high society, got to access all of it perks. Access to electricity meant that they could have lightbulbs in every room, if they wished to display their wealth and status in such a manner.

Erdene and Naran were always fond of tradition, and thus were hesitant to bring change into their home. Yet political strategy came over moral values, and ornate chandeliers were placed in every room of their villa that a stranger could access, such as the dining room, living room and study. Thus, the dazzling light became synonymous with power in Oyun’s eyes.

Light was power. Darkness, in turn, was weakness.

Nights were never truly spent in complete darkness, as the light from the halls always managed to creep its way into Oyun’s bedroom. Her parents worked until late, and thus a beam of light would bring her comfort and the reassurance needed to fall into a deep sleep, one that her parents could never provide, as they were too busy with the work to tuck Oyun in.

Over the years, Oyun only grew to want to distance herself more from darkness and everything it stood for. Under the cloak that the dark provided, anything could hide, even if it was at arm’s length from her. In the dark, the unknown could flourish — in the dark, she was weak.

◤ III. WEAPONS AT HER DISPOSAL ◢

Two years ago, she arrived at the Ravkan court, a delicate diplomat who could defend herself with words but never with her own body. Oyun may have looked steely when her back was straight and her chin was raised with an air of superiority, but she remembers the attack on her chariot with detail. She fought her way out then, with words and wit, yet it wasn’t until she got to see the First and Second army soldiers training that she realized just how merciless she’d been back then — Oyun had used her best weapon to fight the Ravkan captors, but if that had failed, she would have found an empty arsenal at her fingertips.

Maybe it was the constant desire to be in power, to have a second and third and fourth plan when her first one crumbled, but soon Oyun found herself petitioning to be privately trained in self defence. Frail fingertips brushed tears from her cheeks only after the trainers and generals had seen them for long enough to take pity on the poor, fragile diplomat — “The attack on our delegation has had a bigger effect on me than anyone can know. Sometimes, at night time, I find my breath catching in my throat when a shadow crosses my window. I am afraid, and I need to strengthen my body if I am to strengthen my soul. I must fight my demons, and I beg for your aid.”

Her lies have always come as easily as the truth does, if not easier. She is already strong, and the smile on her lips is not one of gratitude but rather the grin of the snake that has gotten its way. Her demons have been buried for some time now, and if Oyun wants to train her body, it is only to make herself stronger than she already is — to ensure that her arsenal will never be empty.

As a child, she was trained in many skills. Oyun learned to speak Ravkan and play various musical instruments, to set a table perfectly and charm nobles with soft songs, and she learned to dance — oh, she learned to dance. Toes pointed, neck elongated, her whole body gracefully poised, Oyun learned to move with the elegance of a swan. Her years of training gave Oyun an edge when it came to learning how to defend herself, the grace present in every thrust of her palm towards a target’s throat and curl of her fingers as she reaches for their throat.

She learned quickly, but she learned in silence. Oyun insisted on her training remaining secret, claiming it would bring disgrace to her name if anyone were to find out of the horror she had been put through back when she and Saran were ambushed. “A tragic past”, she claimed, her voice soft and trembling, “makes me worthy of their pity. They will look down on me, as if I were a child rather than their peer.” For two years, the lies came easily, and Oyun grew stronger and comfortable with the newfound strength in her bones. Her steely gaze and carefully selected words could start a revolution and a gentle smile could bring men to their knees, but there is something reassuring about knowing that any assassin Ravka may send her way will be left with a scar, for even the most beautiful of women can learn to file their nails into claws and paint them red with the blood of those who dare come near them.

EXTRAS:

◤ PERSONALITY ASSESSMENT ◢

MYERS-BRIGGS: Oyun is an ESTJ - A type personality, making her the Executive. Executives are characterized by being practical, strong-willed, and dedicated, yet they are also inflexible, judgemental and have difficulty expressing emotion. In Oyun’s particular case, I find that pragmatism is the strength most evidently shown in her character. A woman guided by logic and reason over emotion, she is set on guaranteeing that the outcome of her every move is convenient. This ties into her ambition — she would never jeopardize her own success for a reckless, impractical actions. When it comes to weakness, I think the most prominent one in Oyun is difficulty expressing emotion. It is the other side of the coin that is pragmatism. With an obsession for making every action one that has been determined by logic, emotions have been all but discarded by Oyun. They are seen as obstacles, not vital parts of herself — yet then again, when she wears masks day and night, trading them depending on the situation and people involved, emotions become part of the mask. They must be tailored to the circumstances, rather than heard. Thus, I feel like Oyun in particular is a character that represses her emotions.

ALIGNMENT: Oyun is a TRUE NEUTRAL. Loyal to herself above anything else, factors such as what is morally good or lawful are secondary to her own personal motivations and goals. She will easily go against the law by blackmailing a noble, and as I mentioned in my “What drew you to this character” section, Oyun is extremely morally grey. Besides being something that drew me to her character, her moral greyness is the main reason why I believe that she belongs in this alignment. Rather than seeking to balance every aspect (the law and moral values), Oyun simply does not care for them and thus does not feel strongly for any of them. If not true neutral, Oyun comes closest to the Lawful Neutral alignment, following her own personal code of conduct — one that values manipulation and wit.

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Oyun is a CAPRICORN. Capricorns’ most prominent traits are their ambition, determination and resentfulness, and I find that these are easily found in Oyun and reflect her Myers-Briggs personality type well, and her alignment if seen in this light. Ambition is her everything, it is what defines Oyun above any other trait, and she is determined to stop at nothing to reach her goals. Boundaries are blurred in the face of glory. She would hold a knife to her own mother’s throat if it earned her the favour of the Ravkan royal family, and slice her throat if it meant the prince would reveal his secrets.

◤ EDITS & GRAPHICS ◢

In reference to my third future plot idea and the fact that Oyun knows little to nothing about Gemma as the Sun Summoner, just change the words of this vine to the ones below: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5nt9ZDOiSc

“So I am confusion. Why is this one The Darkling, Ruler of the Second Army, descendant of the Black Heretic who created the Shadow Fold but this one is not The Sun Summoner, Ruler of at least SOMETHING, descendant of SOMEONE? Ravka EXPLAIN, WHAT DO YOU MEANT SHE’S JUST A RANDOM ASS GIRL CALLED GEMMA”

You can find my Pinterest board for Oyun here: https://uk.pinterest.com/wintcrbird/c-wolf-in-swans-feathers/

You can find graphics I have made here:

http://gisabxrrow.tumblr.com/post/161987282104

http://gisabxrrow.tumblr.com/private/161796068589/tumblr_oriki7E3Sv1sl6xzd

http://gisabxrrow.tumblr.com/private/161992291274/tumblr_ors0byKfNm1sl6xzd

For the sake of humour, you can find a meme I made when I realized that Shu Han sounds a lot like Shan Yu right here: https://68.media.tumblr.com/4affa44527643fbd39c8f5d77850a79b/tumblr_ors0ekMd0U1sl6xzdo1_540.png

ANYTHING ELSE?

Honestly, I hate you guys for making me have to think of a favourite book because this is the exact reason why I didn’t fill out the tag questionnaire— I couldn’t pick and I was like “well, I’m going to drown myself in graphics sooner or later anyways, and now is as good a place to start as any”. My favourite book would probably have to be either any of the ones in the Grisha Trilogy, The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, Veinte Poemas de Amor y una Canción Desesperada by Pablo Neruda or honestly some other wonderful masterpiece that has managed to slip my mind.