#m*a*s*h rp

[aerospectrum]

this is purely rambling for a canon divergent headcanon for jamie’s backstory that I needed to set free but I’m trying to save the dash sanity with a readmore

semi-inspired by this

It’s a quarter past 10pm when Jamie gets up from his desk. He paces the oversized office, pausing at the window to stare out at the empty car stalls lining the street. This isn’t home; this isn’t even life and certainly not one he ever really wanted. 

He sets his permissions badge on the stack of files placed neatly on the corner of his desk. He stares at the half cold cup of coffee he brewed not twenty minutes earlier that ripples with every footstep he takes towards it. This isn’t what he wants. 

He doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life living under the thumb of a neglectful father who’s never shied away from announcing his disappointment in who he was or was becoming. He can’t stand under the weight of his failures and he doesn’t think he can survive knowing his younger sister’s words were never wrong; the more he became what John wanted the more John hated him. He can’t live with knowing she’s right. He can’t and he won’t. 

There’s a guilt that peels away at his reserve every chance it gets. Beth’s retaliation for his role in destroying her own chances at bringing life into the world eats away at him more than anything. Her constant threats to kill him; to annihilate him off the face of any map that he lingers on sit heavy on the side of things he can’t reconcile. There’s a damage he’s inflicted on her that no amount of regret will ever undo— they were teenagers, terrified of their father’s rage, but still… he didn’t tell her. He didn’t even warn her. He walked her into that clinic knowing they’d take her future from her. He hates himself everyday for it, but he’s never been able to let her know that. And even if she did know, it wouldn’t be enough and she’d spare the energy to beat it into him even deeper than it was: his self-loathing wasn’t enough. 

He feels stripped of his humanity within the Dutton household. He doesn’t belong and he knows in this moment that he never did. He wants to, he’s desperate to. It’s not even about whether he’s blood related or not- there’s something intrinsically wrong within him, he’s reached a brokenness that can’t be returned for a do-over. He doesn’t belong. This isn’t the life he. It never was. 

Maybe it really is nature versus nurture. Maybe he was always going to be some sort of monster the way his biological father was. He should’ve told Kayce that it was his own father who set up the hit on everyone- sparing him for whatever reason, Jamie would never know. He wishes he’d told Kayce. He wishes he’d done everything differently. He wishes he could call him and say goodbye, but Kayce’s gentle understanding would be too harsh a punishment for what Jamie knows he deserves. So he leaves every part of himself behind in that office. 

For a long time he ponders over what John views him as, he tries to decipher what constitutes as cowardice and what counts as growth. He sets his suit jacket and tie down on the back of the chair and slowly unbuttons the collared shirt. sliding the expensive fabric off he throws it in a heap beside the dress pants and shoes. The exposure of cold air to his skin makes his arms bristle and the hair at the nape of his neck stands. He redresses slowly; contemplating leaving a note the entire time. He can’t bring himself to explain anything. He doesn’t want to. He wants to leave no trace of himself. 

He pulls the dark green shirt on, it’s scratchy and almost threadbare, then he slides the mixed shades of auburn plaid on top of it. His jeans are loose and sink against the abrupt curve of his hipbones and his boots are worn in to a comfortable bend, coated with dirt and earth that’s older than him. He sets his cell phones on the ID and permissions badges and stares at the blank screens. He had his numbers disconnected earlier in the day; he recalls the jovial tone he used with the agent; her laughter at his jokes at deciding to live off the grid that were actually real all along. 

Jamie takes the thick packet slapped with some fancy government seal and warning about how the unlawful theft of it was a punishable crime. He roughly stuffs it into the backpack and slings it over his shoulder. “All I’ve ever done is try to protect this family.” He says to the empty office space, lingering at the doorway he turns to look around, trying to engrave the memory of it all one last time. He clicks the switch to the lights off and heads out the back stairwell, where the hall at the end of it spits him out into the empty parking lot. 

There’s a haunting nostalgia that sweeps through his veins and makes his bones creak with an ache that he can’t shake. Each step takes him further than he’s ever thought to go. 

The roads are silent, the wind howls against him, whistling against the asphalt and matching up with his rhythmic inhaling and exhaling. It’s almost sunrise when a truck comes barreling down the dusty side road he’s been on for hours. 

“Where ya headed?” The friendly voice calls out. It’s warm and gruff and reminds him of his father for a split second. He has to think it over for a beat longer than he should’ve, the impatient tap of the man’s hands against his steering wheel pulls Jamie’s focus back to the moment. 

“Somewhere far… out of state.” He scrounges the answer up as best as he can; he feels like luck is one his side with how easily his identity seems to slide under the radar. 

He traveled all across the states after the first ride. Each time he’d invent a new idea for himself. He grew his hair long, no long needing to plaster it down to his head or keep it trimmed and under control for the office or his families public presence. Sometimes he’d grow a beard and hide behind the disguise of dirt and little sleep. His missing status was difficult at the start; every once in a while a lone driver would offer him and ride and stare at him like he was a ghost. Then it would click and they’d begin to pry, asking him if he knew he was the missing AG or ask him if he needed help back to Montana. They were always well meaning, but he’d brush it off and insist he was nothing more than an intensely familiar doppelgänger. Or he’d lie through his teeth and create an elaborate backstory for why he was traveling. They’d eat it up and drop him off where he needed and he’d leave before they could contact any sort of law enforcement or officials about his whereabouts. 

Nearly five years passed before people stopped recognizing him. His thick black hair had gotten long and taken on a salt and pepper hue, coupled with the facial hair he blended into his surroundings well enough that he’d started to put roots down. He even let himself come out of the closet he’d been forced into as a young teen and for once he was happy, genuinely happy.

He frequented a bar near the river and had become close friends with most of the bartenders there. Sometimes they’d try to work their way into his past, but he’d learned how to decipher their tricks and he cultivated a good enough backstory that they’d buy it and even seem willing to let it be the part of his past he didn’t want to talk about. They never tried to tempt him with any sort of bait and switch tactics; they’d just listen and offer advice. He was slowly finding his own identity and becoming someone he felt ok with being. 

It was early in the evening when his phone lit up on the tabletop, an unknown number. He laughs at something the bartender says to him and grabs the small device out of habit. His smile is warm and it finally reaches his eyes. It’s a type of happiness he only felt when he was a young teen and his mother would tell him he was the luckiest decision she got to make. Before she died. Before his father let it be known through his actions that the land was his true love. Before Beth and him became insufferable mortal enemies. Before, before, before…

He doesn’t know why he answered it. It’s probably an old muscle memory that rears up from his political law days. He slides the screen to answer followed by a grimace at his stupidity. “Hello?” He asks, his heart drops deep into his stomach when she speaks back. 

“You’re a hard one to find.” 

“How did you get this number?”

“I’m coming to get you… you’re coming back.”

“Goodbye, Beth.” He hangs up the phone and the bartender notices how his smile has fallen, replaced with a guilt she only ever sees hardened criminals and people running from a past they can’t escape swimming in. 

[mulcahhy]

*taps on the mic aggressively*

hey where is the mash rp community i need more mash rp in my life. where are you people hiding? i know you’re there. come here. double points if you let me be your mulcahy to basically anyone. but also. lololol

[sanguinesorcery]

One might argue Markesh is supposed to be in the audience hall.

It's usually his job, after all, standing at his Empress' left hand side to offer her small subtle cues and ticks to help keep her tongue civil or alert her to any audial details that might be trying to fly under the radar. Most of those in nearby island nations know the Ariad family and know that no matter which one stands as Empire figurehead, they are not a force with which to be reckoned, whether it be literal, metaphorical, or especially political. But there are those from outlying nations or kingdoms who would seek to still try to undermine their authority in some way, usually on their own turf. The High Empress has words for those who attempt these little tactics and disrespects:

Cannon Fodder.

And usually, Markesh would agree. But he isn't where he should be right now, at his Empress' side, doing his job. So agreement is unnecessary.

It's been some time since both his aunt -the head Regent on the Isles- and Her Imperial Grace disappeared behind closed doors into the war room with a very bizarre individual claiming to be monarch of some other tiny nation. Strange name, strange accents, strange appearances, overall setting the younger Regent's hackles to raise. He knows he should be in there, he wants to be in there, but he has to concede to his Empress' will and take the consideration that Auntie Ildra knows what she's doing.

Which leaves Markesh with nothing to do right now. And that is generally a bad thing.

He does what he usually does in this scenario, turning on the heel of one boot with hands behind his back to at least look official, with his head lofted and his ears straight up ... and he marches his way in the general direction of the kitchens. Dejected cadence out of the marbled halls from the war room and into the cavernous main foyer, his steps sound brighter now ticking along over the mosaic in the floor, the circular yanna of the goddess Katya, the embodiment of war.

A fierce deity if ever there was one, though she has not been seen for many generations, her invocative sigil is still there to bless the warlord and their family with her presence. Perhaps one day she will return, but for now, the circular motif of overlapping geometric shapes in her specific patterns will remind them of her.

He asks the blessings now, a playful little tone of voice to guide him in what he is about to do. But his Empress must eat, he reasons, and that is good enough for him to consider braving the gauntlet that are the Imperial kitchens.

@sinshosted || Starter Call feat Markesh

[biitchcakes]

ROLEPLAY HISTORY !

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSE/S :

Jessica Drew / Spider-Woman — Marvel Comics

WANT TO WRITE :

Hera Syndulla — Star Wars: Rebels

Tess Servopoulos — The Last of Us (show)

GLaDOS — Portal 2

Eleanor Shellstrop — The Good Place

HAVE WRITTEN :

Jennifer Walters / She-Hulk — Marvel Comics

Bobbi Morse / Mockingbird — Marvel Comics

Alison Blair / Dazzler — Marvel Comics

Jan Van Dyne / The Wasp — Marvel Comics

Jessica Jones — Marvel Comics

Sam Winchester — Supernatural

Chell — Portal 2

Danny Johnson / Ghost Face — Dead By Daylight

Mikaela Reid — Dead By Daylight

Amy Pond — Doctor Who

Rose Tyler — Doctor Who

Legolas — Lord of the Rings

And a few OCs between The Elder Scrolls and Dragon Age Inquisition

WOULD WRITE AGAIN :

Probs just Jen and Sammy ( although - )

stolen from: @overclocks tagging: @hexsreality @danversiism @oceansfirst @silverjetsystm @neonwebs @revenantinflames @liiched @sxrgeantbarnes @raisedcold @watsonjackpot @webxfshame @gwenbiote @writteninscarlet @cosmicrayed

[ladyseidr]

@muutos liked for a starter for Mangle!

"C'mon, dude, my shift's almost over and then I'll be outta your hair—fur, whatever."

[franking-the-gens-lost]

whaaat, prickly-cactus gets a thank you but not good ol comedy? I helped! I said the same thing I did! Just different see, see- not boring like you >:p bleh

Am I supposed to just go around all proper and sympathy whenever everyone else is being silly and anguished like- I’m so sorry for the others, Frank, it’s past time you get a break. Allow me to excuse you from blah bleh big words and bad vibes! You’re all so boring how do you even staand it?!

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i a m b a d w i t h w o r d s . i a l s o c a n ' t s t a n d .

[animnightmare]

I know this is a long shot but if any of you other M*A*S*H fans do RP hmu

goanna make a side blog for it and probobly do in character asks and stuff too just for smth to do. doodles and stuff

[hvggable]

Moves a stool then waddles his way onto the dashboard . ✚

[findroleplay]

⚕️ hey all!! i know this is kind of a long shot, but i’m (23nb) looking for other writers (preferably 20+) for a plot from the very relevant vietnam war era dramedy m*a*s*h*. i’m specifically looking for someone willing to write bj against my hawkeye muse for a classic hawkeye goes to san francisco/bj goes to maine scenario. the adjustment period of being two queer, maladjusted vets in the late ‘50s/early ‘60s who are terribly, horribly, and painfully in love. as a writer, i usually range anywhere between 500 and 1000 words per response depending on the partner. i usually just try to match more than anything. not a stickler for activity, but big on communication. nsfw friendly but not mandatory. love plotting and just chatting with rp partners in general. discord is my main writing platform. if this sounds like something you would be interested in, leave a like and i’ll reach out to you from there!! :)

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[tertiarycorvid]

I t n e v e r c e a s e s t o a m a z e m e

h o w m a n y w o r d s h u m a n s h a v e

f o r v a r i o u s c r e a t u r e s .

[darkheartedprince]

"𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝕠𝕗 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼.    𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝓶𝓮... ?"

[fireburial]

"I GO BY DABI THESE DAYS " ... the scarred arsonist with black-dyed hair and icy-blue eyes runs a life shrouded in mystery. . . Rude, merciless and apathetic, the 25-year-old is hell-bent on a path of r e v e n g e — working actively together with a group of supernatural outcasts that terrorises the world.

Y O U 'R E A L L THE S A M E.

But when people start to question their F A I T H in you, it will finally SHAKE SOCIETY TO ITS VERY CORE ... We don't need a large number of thugs to achieve our g o a l ... all we really need is a small group of experienced elites . . . [ & ] SOON YOU WILL REALIZE ... that your precious PEACE is resting in OUR hands.

# FIREBURIAL ; selective. mutuals only. indie rp. manga based portrayal of the villain "DABI" from "Boku no Hero Academia" by Kōhei Horikoshi. & stuck with @kettensaege.

( CARRD.)

[greyfection-au-asks]

[ Welcome to the Greyfected AU Blog ]

: Welcome, hello! This is the Greyfected AU, run by @gekooi who created this AU!

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: There are many characters in this AU, the list will be shown soon. Feel free to ask questions to any of the characters as you please!

: If you would like to directly specify your asks to Gekooi, then please refer to them with their name or "Owner" so that they are aware of who you may be talking about.

: If talking to a character, there will be quotes and possibly colored text.

: Information on characters can be dropped if requested, headcanons too, please feel free to ask whatever, really! Do not ask anything related to NSFW however, it may make Gekooi very uncomfortable and your ask will be ignored.

: This is a roleplay account, do feel free to request for a roleplay, we would love to do any rps involving this AU! You can use OCs, canon, etc.

: We apologize if we take too long or forget to do something, it will likely be edited if inaccurate or be done when we remember or check again!

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[ Continue for characters and their status currently in the AU: ]

N = Normal, I = Infected, H = Half Infected, ? = Unknown Status, M = Missing, NIM = Normal + Immune, C = Cannot be Affected (Or Creator of Infection), M/? = Might be Missing or Not Confirmed, NIM(?) = Normal but Immunity Unconfirmed, P/IM = Pure Immunity, HI = Hyper-Infected

Bive - H : Broke free from the infection partially as to remain unaffected by Split while working to bring her back.

DrRETRO - I : Following her goal to find and infect MR.

FleshCousins - ? : They simply break and fall apart upon becoming concrete.

Melanie - N : She's dead, but she does come back to life in future events when the infection comes to an end.

Gnarpy - HI : Currently uncontrollable, only obeys Wallter and avoids anyone at all costs with the little amount of consciousness xe has left.

Infected - H : Greyfection gets removed in the future by Infected's other infection.

Jermbo - ? : Found infected by DrRETRO, was witnessed by Sarah and reported to Spud.

Lampert - HI : Infected but protects Jimmy like a bodyguard, keeping him uninfected.

Mannequin Mark - P/IM : He is the cure, but if he loses his other arm, he won't be able to help anyone out anymore, and won't be able to stop the infection. Folly is aware of this.

MRManueverer - I : Infected by DrRETRO, helped MR escape twice before finally falling to the infection, as well before MR is trapped in Wallter's lair.

MR - N : Gets trapped in Wallter's lair in the future and is kept there, unable to escape or use any of his abilities.

Poob - N : Infected by DrRETRO in the future.

Pest - I : Almost fully infected currently, but gets fully infected in the future, he has partial control, similarly to Infected.

Pilby - N : Stays with Spud and Sarah for safety.

Prototype - NIM : Unable to be infected due to being a robot.

Reddy - NIM : Back up and working due to the help of his team, unable to be infected due to being a robot.

Scag - NIM : Unable to be infected due to being a robot.

Split - I : Has some conscience back, remains with Bive for the rest of the time.

Spud - P/IM : Has pure immunity, he is able to bite specifically only a greyfected part of someone and it prevents further infection from that infected part specifically, but he cannot remove the infection.

Unpleasant - N : Jeremy protected Unpleasant no matter what, keeping them safe despite very close calls.

Wallter - C : He started everything.

Clover(s) - I : Completely gone, all have lost complete consciousness and the only person they doesn't attack is Wallter.

Doug - M/? : Reported by Pilby to be infected.

Enphoso - M : Found to be infected by MR.

Jeremy - NIM : Gets his lower hand infected, uses it to fight off DrRETRO, who infected his hand when trying to attack Unpleasant.

Scary Mike - M/? : Nobody was ever able to catch Mike in its maze, so it never got infected.

Cashier - M/? : Found to be infected but never left their store, reported by Pilby. Gained conscience back by Emerson and was given an eye contact to prevent infection through the eye.

Toothy and Toothette - M/? : Toothy was found to be infected by Split, but Toothette was infected by DrRETRO.

Glevil, Boots, and other Mannequins - NIM(?) : Glevil was reported infected by Boots and ":3" (The mannequin with the :3 face.)

Bugbo - ? : Was possibly infected by Split, but nobody can locate him anymore.

Crem - I : Lost conscience after the infection became hyper, chased Spud and Sarah but found Wallter's lair, Mark finds out Crem is there to infect and punches them, this is when Mark finds out that he can remove the greyfection.

Emerson - N : He threw red ball drinks at any infected who tried to attack him, which kept them away. Frequently visits Cashier.

SwibbleDib - ? : Infection is confirmed to others by Yum Zlurplie in the future, abandoned at the Glorp'N'Go.

Yum Zlurplie - N/? : Got infected by Bive, of course, deadass just because Bive doesn't like Yum Zlurplie.

Uno - M : Infection is confirmed to others by Dos in the future when people actually find Dos with Tres.

Dos - M : Protected by Tres, and Tres was unable to infect them due to a special connection, the same went to Uno, but Uno resorted to physically attacking Dos for reasons that Uno has not admitted yet.

Tres - I : Was the third person to personally be infected by Wallter, coming third after Split and Clover, Split being the very first.

Gregoriah - ? : Was already infected, becomes fully infected in the future and uses the flood to trap and infect anyone.

Mach - HI : Unrecognizable, can immediately infect upon contact, found by Wallter and is used as a bodyguard.

Jimmy - NIM(?) : Manages to never get infected, though finds out that he is not truly immune to the infection, is protected by Lampert.

Sarah - N : Her arm gets infected in the future, but Spud prevents further infection, so she remains safe.

WilliamPlayz57 - NIM : He was secretly persuaded by Wallter to help them take over and infect others, he was the cause of MR being unable to escape Wallter's lair after they teleported there. Can be found lurking around Wallter's lair.

Folly - P/IM : She possessed Wallter, was the true cause of the infection the entire time.

Slimyim - H : Is too powerful for the (Hyper)Infection to take over.

Racerman - I : If anyone were to come across his floor, he would force them to participate in his race otherwise that person, unless they have Immunity in general, would be infected.

Sab - N : He managed to remain hidden away from any infected in the Dance Party floor.

Brock - H : He isn't infected much, but there's infection on him. He takes care of Sab, since Sab was a bit traumatized from witnessing people get infected.

Giggler - P/IM : It exists as a spirit who is currently working to protect the uninfected and send messages to Mark through his mind that unfortunately come in through beeps, specifically beeps that are for morse code, which Mark does not know. Wallter often notices the annoyance in Mark's expressions if he is there while Mark is receiving messages from the Giggler.

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Mozelle - N : She remains hidden away with her critters on her floor, protecting them with care and making sure nobody finds them, she can often be found scoping around alone on other floors, sometimes being found with Jeremy and Unpleasant for safety before she can return to her floor.

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[ladyseidr]

@florietiae liked for a starter for ayleen!

"Well, while the boys work, I say we have a nice at-home spa day."

[franking-the-gens-lost]

do you love sneeeeeg

sneeg and franky sittin ina tree k i s s i n g

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