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[the-future-plushieteer]

Open RP starter: The Plushieteer

*It was just a normal day for your muse(s), they were outside doing whatever they’re doing, until something would catch their eye. It was a poster talking about one of a unique kind of performer with the name of ‘The Plushieteer’. The poster seemed to be for a show of some kind that would be starting in the next few minutes at a theatre nearby. Will your muse(s) check this show out?*

Tags: @ask-paradox-and-friends, @ask-the-kitty-crew, @minusgangtime, @hoshi-neko-hikari, @aitotsakirimori, @floxy-offical, @boba-bae-cafe-su-au, @ravensroleplays, @julieisasimp, @mikado-sannoji, @craftyjellyfishcatrplog @anyone who’d like to join!

[damnedrainbows]

RULES:

These are five years old and are going to change with things to be added in the next few days, but they’re mostly the same! A i was informed they weren’t showing up on my blog so I made a pin for now

Muses:

Generally the entire show, but my mains are Alastor, Lucifer, and Charlie

Following and Unfollowing

I am selective.

I will only follow back blogs I actively wish to RP with. Or people I’ve made friends with. I’ll be ever grateful for every follower I get, but it doesn’t mean I’ll follow you back.

You don’t have to be an rp blog for me to rp with you. One of my partners is just a normal fandom blog. Writing is writing C:

I don’t do exclusives. For me I find it takes a lot of the opportunities away to get to know more cool people. If you want to make me an exclusive for something…go right ahead, but I won’t do the same. You’ll simply stay my partner. I want to be able to interact with everyone. That being said, I do mains! That doesn’t really mean anything other than your blog would be the first I tag if I see something that reminds me of our muses, that sorta thing.

If I hear wind that you’re harassing any of my friends you’re done. And if you’re harassing me in any way. I do not put up with bad treatment of my friends or me. You don’t want a block from me. Jordan doesn’t block ANYBODY.

Threads and Communication

Sometimes I’ll have long posts, sometimes short ones. It depends purely on my inspiration at the time, but I’ll always put my best effort in. I want you to do so too!

Before writing any verse you want to do, please talk to me first C:

I LIVE FOR RANDOM STARTERS TBH. It’s like…waking up to Christmas morning and seeing your present. Mutuals please drop me a random starter any time.

I play my characters the way I want to play them, the way I interpret them. So if you don’t like how they’re played, that’s fine, but I’m not likely to change it.

If you send IC memes please specify the muse, since…well, I have the whole show.

I’m of age so I do smut but nothing too-too graphic. It will be tagged of course.

My threads are for my PARTNER only. Or partners if it’s a threeway. Please do not reblog them. You can like em, you can use the little reply button to say something–if you really want to talk about something that’s happening in them shoot me a message-but do not reblog unless you are said partner. C:

For the love of God, don’t hound me. I’m aware I can take a while to reply, but I have a lot of threads usually at the same time and some I have more muse for than others. Please don’t link me to our thread, please don’t say “it’s your turn” or some sort of variation of passive aggressive harassment. You aren’t going to make me respond faster. You are just going to spark my anxiety and make me resent our rp. If it’s been four days feel free to message me–not four hours.

Unless you’re a canon character my muse needs to get to know you a bit. C: So it’s unlikely you can just pop up to one of my muses, never having met, like ‘hi, how you been?’ and not have them be like “who da fuck are you"

Shipping

Shipping will mainly be thread-dependent. If you feel like our muses may mesh, go for it!

I will not tolerate hate for what I ship. I don’t need to be told I’m shipping something unhealthy because chances are I’ll state it’s unhealthy and I by no means condone dating a psychopath in real life. Hate will be deleted and blocked.

When it comes to OC ships and any ship really, ship needs chemistry. Do not force a ship onto my muses. They need to get to know each other, and this mainly applies to OC ships–not so much the pr-established characters in the show. If I already ship it, I’m down to jumping straight into a shipping thread.

Crossovers

I am mildly less selective with crossovers since this show is literally…all about crossing over into other media. I’m still selective but not as much. For my own comfort I won’t be rping with characters from the Sonic franchise.

Triggers and Tagging

I know very little about triggers myself and what people consider a trigger. IF you want something tagged you’ll have to ask. I’ll be clueless otherwise, but I will tag all ships. And the basic gore and blood and such. Be aware of the fact I have bad memory problems. If I forget to tag something you asked me to tag I’m sorry, it wasn’t on purpose.

This is an insanely dark show and there will be a lot of blood and gore and horror. There will be torture and killing talk, but it will still be tagged.

Mun Notes

I have serious memory problems. Like, really bad due to a combo of illnesses. Cut me some slack, I’m going to forget rules and probably certain triggers if I’m not used to tagging them. You have no ida how many friggin rule pages I’ve read on this blog. I’ll do my best but I’m going to forget, and probably more than once. It’s not my fault, I’m trying my hardest.

I do not do passcodes. For some reason they make me…severely anxious and I don’t know why. If we rp, I’ve read your rules, rest assured. If you really really depend on a passcode…well, we probably won’t be rping then. ;-; sorry.

I’m a physically disabled person who’s online rather…all the time because I can’t work really. So rp is like all I got going on right now as I work on my animation portfolio at home.

I’m a very sweet twenty two four old that loves to talk to people. Talk to me any time about my muse, about anything! Feel free to approach me just to talk in general. I really love people! We don’t have to rp to be friends.

And finally, what I write, my characters’ views do not reflect my own. I do not condone the destruction of entire civilization or eating babies. Unless they are tasty babies.

[clockwork-sparrow]

Tales from the Frost

Stories following the conclusion of the RP Arc, TOWER.

Stories: 1 2 [3] 4

Dear Zelimir

Dear Zelimir,

We’re coming. Sorry it took almost three decades. Life’s stranger than fiction nowadays and there’s a lot for us to catch up on. Like how I ended up traveling with your murderer to find your resting place, for starters.

Civil war burned Garlemald to cinders, but we survived. Something incomprehensible possessed the world and turned the sky red, but we survived that, too. You always said I was tenacious, but I don’t think you meant it’d be enough to weather two apocalypses.

Somewhere in the middle, we (the Tappers. Sofi misses you too, you know) stumbled on a weird town of magitek, complete with a freaky Overseer, robot farmers, and who knows what else. Was just us at first. Bunch of Garleans joined later. Some of them were the sorriest looking bastards I’d ever seen but some of them were just bastards, so much so that they tried to reestablish Garlemald, shackles and all.

Zelimir, I think you’d be proud to hear that we’re living side by side with many of these bastards now. You shouldn’t be, though. If the Final Days didn’t happen, we’d still be at each other's throats, but we (all of us) lived through some very horrific things. Didn’t know if the next day would be our last, didn’t have the spoons to care about fucking beans when literal depression monsters were hunting us down. Stranger than fiction, again.

I knew Marcellus killed you. I thought about it every day. I thought about it when I led our ragtag band of soldiers to defend our freaky magitek home against even freakier blasphemies, and I threw him into less than favorable fights because of it. You know me. I would’ve killed all the bastards if I had the chance, but...things happened. Hands were tied at the time. I’m bitter about you though, so I had hoped, and figured if he died in combat, well. That’s just war. But being in the trenches changes a man so, yes. He killed you, but he saved me too. Saved Sofi. We saved each other so that we could live another day like cockroaches. That was our new normal, insanity and violence and all.

The Final Days eventually ended, after more wars, more kidnappings, and more shit that flew straight over my head. Giant...spaceship at one point. Man. I don’t even know. Sometimes I want to believe it was all collective madness, but then, I’ll wake up and the signs will still be there. I half expect the skies to turn red again honestly. Peace feels like it could be taken away at any second.

Anyway, Marcellus confessed. Almost three decades later, when there’s practically nothing left of you except for memories, he confessed. Said you didn’t crack and reveal any of the other members of the underground. I hated hearing about it but it’s closure, still. And your body is long rotten and lost, your records wiped and destroyed, but we’re coming anyway, to the place you passed away. So I can say goodbye and Marcellus can...apologize.

You shouldn’t forgive him. He’s an ass. Terrible pokerface, awful taste in beer, his mustache sucks. Thinnest hair I’ve seen on a lip. I haven’t forgiven him and neither should you, but he’s trying, and he needs to live with this. No amount of justice will bring you back, so I guess I’m settling for second best.

These days, I’m restless wondering if this is enough. If this peace is enough, if evil got punished enough, if they’re repentant enough, if I’ll ever be satisfied. There are holes in me where you fit. Where all the good Tappers who died under the Empire fit. Is it fair that your murderer lives? Is it fair that he has a second chance? I don’t think so, but now, he’s a part of me too. There’s a hole where Marcellus would leave, too, and the trenches change a man. They leave you riddled with bullet holes.

I know you had hopes for me and I’ve always tried to live up to them but, Zelimir, maybe the reason I lived and you didn’t is because I’m not good. I want people to suffer as I have. I would’ve executed someone I now care about and been none the wiser. My pain, our pain. It’ll be forgotten one day...maybe recorded in words, but the distance will grow. One day, there won’t be anyone left that knows you personally. Is this a good thing? Is this just the way life is? That we live, just to be forgotten?

I don’t know. Maybe you can tell me.

Sincerely,

Vanya Kvetasch

[mun-of-orchid-and-friends]

Just a friendly reminder that my icons and background images will return to normal halfway through November... But RPs that are still ongoing during the Spiritober Event can still continue until both parties are satisfied and bring it to a conclusion.

A lot of people started Role plays but for some reason or another had stopped halfway through the event... No need for alarms everyone stops role playing for some reason whether it be personal or just a mental block... This is the reason I'm leaving the role plays still going, as for the starters for the role plays their links will be taken down on @orchid-151 tomorrow ( Nov. 7th) so if you want to do a starter for the spirit tober event before I remove the links your best bet is to go on ahead and save a copy of the link down or go on ahead and save the starter in your drafts. The starters will stay up and be left open for anybody who wants to search for them but straight direct links to them will be deleted soon.

As for any upcoming events, there will be no personal events for the foreseeable future until sometime next year as I'm sure somebody has a Christmas event coming up for all the blogs...

I'm not upset about Thanksgiving being pushed to the side now as it took me this long to figure out that Thanksgiving is an American holiday where Halloween and Christmas are celebrated almost around the globe (in different ways but still celebrated). I might do a post about Thanksgiving so all of those who are not originally from America can understand that it's more than just a holiday about lots of food (it's a plus but there is more to it than just food)... Not going to lie, if you wish to look it up yourself you know that there is a lot more to it than just everyone sitting down to give thanks... America and its early stages were not... how would we say, the easiest thing to swallow. But much like other history it is something that should be taught...

Anyway if you have read this far, then leave the comment "Spiritober" so I know you read the whole thing~

[luvvsisi]

Starter post PS rp.

It had been a crazy couple months, first Ansley and Endicott, covering up for her and dismembering the body, which he didn't even want to get started on how much he actually enjoyed it and how quiet his mind was during the whole thing. It was almost a relief when the case was officially closed and he had hoped for just a bit of a break to regroup but that was never in the cards for Malcolm Bright, it was always go, go, go, one crazy thing after another that would break him just that bit more. No rest for the wicked and all that. Now it was four inmates, including Martin running around causing who knows what kind of havoc and he would have been fine with just chasing them down and capturing them, but, another wrench, his father wasn't with them, another chink in the armor that was Malcolm's brain, though really he was sure it had to be made of aluminum instead.

It all came to a head when he was kidnapped, twice, became a criminal, again, and got away from almost being tortured, yet again...He was definitely not liking that pattern, but that was the least of his problems, right now he had finished tracking and capturing the Woodsman Killer and was now standing in the middle of the forest, dad bleeding out on the floor, bloody knife in his hand. It was Dani screaming his name that finally broke him. His brain taking over and telling his body to shut down and everything went black. He woke up a week later on a hospital, well, more like a fancy asylum for rich people, no doubt strong armed by his mother to allow him to be admitted. He went to run his eyes but found his arms and legs strapped to the bed. He groaned and let his head fall back onto the bed.

The moving around must have triggered something because a couple of nurses came in and started to look him over and running normal tests for someone who had just woke up.

"Can you tell me your name?" Asked one of the nurses. He tried to talked but his throat was dry and he let out a cough. A straw appeared next to his lips a second later and he took a couple small sips, automatically feeling better.

"Malcolm Bright" he said, rolling his eyes, even though he knew it was procedure, it was still annoying. The nurses looked happy though and he felt the restraints come off finally as he shifted a bit to get more comfortable, finally taking in his surroundings.

"How long was I out?" He asked.

"About a week...You were brought here and we couldn't wake you...The doctors figured you had a break and your body was protecting you...The doctor will be in shortly to answer any more questions" said one of the nurses before they walked out, leaving him alone with his thoughts and hopefully be able to actually sort through everything and get back to his 'normal' self.

"It just needs Gil's signature," Azalia spoke, sighing as she closed the file on the recently concluded case. Despite Gil being her father, she maintained a professional demeanor at work. Standing up, she walked over to Dani, concern etched on her face.

"Has anyone heard anything on Malcolm? I've been calling, but they won't answer me," she mumbled, glancing at her phone, perhaps unaware of her persistence.

JT, picking up the phone, broke the tension. "He's awake," he announced, hanging up as Azalia's attention snapped toward him. "If you hold on... or not," he added with a sigh, observing the girl leave the precinct. "She hated him like five months ago," he mumbled to Gil, grabbing his jacket and following the rest of the team.

Arriving at the hospital, Azalia wasted no time, signing the check-in sheet at the front desk. Swiftly locating Malcolm's room, she knocked twice, her relief evident as she entered. "You're awake," she said softly, placing her jacket on the chair. A light laughter escaped her lips as she watched the nurses tend to Malcolm. "I thought JT was messing with me."

Anxiously, she inquired, "Is he good? He's okay, right?" Glancing at the paper in her hands, Azalia sought reassurance about Malcolm's condition.

[ask-a-cat-and-her-hedgehogs]

Goofy ahh RP Starter (or whatever I guess)

It was a normal day in... wherever this takes place at, and everything was mostly peaceful and calm, except the fact that Son_ic.REDACTED.AVI_ was chewing on a human arm as of right now (Ew-). Everything would've been peaceful, if it wasn't for the next thing that would be heard:

"AAAAAAAHH-"

That... must've been Julie. Curious, REDACTED.AVI_ decided to check on her. It's not like he cares about her anything, of course, he just wants to see what the heck happened this time. When Son_ic.REDACTED.AVI_ went to check on Julie, he saw her there, except she looked more... different? She wasn't a human anymore, that's for sure. She looked more like a cat, not an Earth cat, but instead a Mobian cat. She has also gained those big cat ears along with a cat tail, although she still managed to maintain her appearance as before (Her hair, including the color of her hair, her eye color, etc.), and still had the same clothes on of course. Was Julie feeling okay..?

"_Uhhh... Julie_? _Are you going through some kind of..._ _weird furry phase or something_?"

"I swear that isn't the case... But I do feel weird, that's for sure. Oh boy-"

Tagging: @trying-my-best-always/@the-plushie-friendships, @thecloudsofficalrevamped/@askthefunkycloudsreborn, @kittyloverremade, @anyone else who may seem interested

[jacksonqz]

"𝐀𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞." - 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥.

ATTENTION: We are sad to announce that we have been infiltrated as of last night. We don't know who is behind this master plan but we suspect RAIDERS could be the cause. THIS MEANS WE HAVE BEEN LOCATED BY OUTSIDERS AND WE ARE NOT SAFE AS OF RIGHT NOW. The news about Jackson will spread to other groups and we can confidently say that it will most likely happen again... but worse. We need to be more careful. We will have to start over again. Please make a checklist of what you're missing and report it back to The Council's dropbox and we will figure out the next step from there. In the mean time, we are on LOCK DOWN until further notice. However, The Council will enlist FORAGERS to go out and look for more items once we get a count on what we need.

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The FARMERS have no more crops, they will have to replant. this makes things harder for the cold months as they've been preparing for it.

The BAR/BARTENDERS are low on liquor and the bar's windows were smashed in. The inside is destroyed.

GUNSMITHS have had many weapons stolen apart from the ones they put on lockdown and concealed for emergencies.

TEACHERS your school has been vandalized.

DOCTORS/NURSES they have stolen medicines and pills more than any vandalizing.

BUTCHERS they have stolen your latest catch, figure out what to give the cooks. we need to eat.

RP NOTES: Raiders came last night and wrecked the town and stole, probably vandalized and destroyed your homes. So here's how you'll participate and hopefully it'll answer some questions;

YOU WRITE YOUR THREADS as if it's happening in real time. as if your character was woken up by hearing a disturbance for example. -- they came in the night.

your character can try to stop it during threads but DO NOTE THAT RAIDERS ARE MERCILESS AND SAVAGES, THEY WILL STOP AT NOTHING TO GET WHAT THEY WANT. so it's most likely going to be brutal fights and near death experiences.

your characters were fighting for their lives as they probably broke into homes, write about it. you can write if your character has any minor or major injuries due to the struggles. you can write about as if it IS the next day, and how they're having to rebuild their life from scratch again, how they're looking around the town to help and volunteer, etc.

its fun and wild have fun !! make it up as you go along. -- when starting a new starter for this event, you'll post it with the normal starter tag along with ' jackson;event '

UPDATES FOR THIS EVENT WILL BE ON THE PLOT ARC PAGE AS YOU CAN TELL THE ADMINS WHO GOT INJURED AND OR ANY UPDATES OR DETAILS. YOU CAN FIND THE PAGE [ HERE ] -- note this page is not mobile friendly, you'll have to look at it on a computer.

[writteninscarlet]

💃 Pull my muse up to dance - it was teased, now I want it. ;; @lamentingwclf

non-verbal rp starters ;; accepting

Wanda held her head up with one hand underneath her chin, elbow on the countertop before her. Her hair, mostly dry now after a shower that had absolutely been needed, framed her face with soft curls. The shirt she wore had certainly been his at one point though was now not likely to be given back (or pried from her), but at least the bottoms she wore were actually hers.

Her thoughts had been wandering for some time; lazily hopping from one idle idea to murky memory.

There was nothing in particular that was holding her interest today, which meant time was passing a little slow - but also wasn’t it better to actually have a day when she was just… relaxing? That was the word, right? (ha ha, sure she knew what relaxing was). For once, her skin wasn’t peppered with bruises and cuts (okay just a few old ones), she wasn’t preparing to head out and thinking when she’d be back. There wasn’t a cloud of worry and anxiety over hanging over her or weighing her down. Today was normal.

Domestic, in its way.

She rather liked it.

The book sat before her had closed on its own some time ago, but Wanda looked back at it briefly with consideration anyways before pushing it away. Reading was a great pastime and already she’d there was a growing pile of books she’d picked up around the place by the seat that had rather become her spot. Just now, she wasn’t in the mood for an epic tale or small journey. Instead, she glanced away and Wanda felt her lips curl upwards at the sight of the little radio. Not often that she used it nor heard it, but the idea of a little background music had struck a chord within her. Now that it had taken root, Wanda was unable to resist. Music was necessary.

Switched on, she adjusted the radio slightly - what channel was it on? She didn’t know nor care, but the music had a lovely beat to it. It was down low, but as she stretched her arms above her and felt the material of the shirt rise up around her as she did so, the music washed over her. Perfect.

What next? She’d not thought that far ahead, but already there was a soft humming noise that— oh— that was coming from her. And a sway as she moved around the counter.

The plan was just to sit back, and bask, perhaps. Normal sort of like… chill stuff. Like, kick back and relax. Totally normal.

But the sight of Bucky derailed those plans, as the sight of him so often did.

It didn’t hit her consciously for a second, but the smile that passed on her features arrived the instant she saw him. Soft and warm, a hint of something playful. She turned away, beginning to move to ‘her spot’ on the seat before she recognised the song. Sort of. The name escaped her. She’d heard it a lot growing up, however. Had danced to it before actually - but growing up, Wanda had danced often. One skill taught to her from her mother, and a habit she’d kept up for some time. Dancing was a great love for her. She wasn’t perfect but she enjoyed it - and the hobby was a nice memory from childhood among others not so great.

Her face lit up at the recognition of the song, her step faltering before she turned and reached out to Bucky. It was a quick movement, but just as gentle as her look - though there was a growing playful grin, a little wondrous and curious because this was not a moment she was going to let pass her by. A chance to see if Bucky would dance.

A stupid thought, a silly thought, a playful one. But really, wasn’t that just NEEDED now and then? Surely it was! And Wanda wasn’t against showing off a few moves.

“Your timing is impeccable,” she remarked, trying to sound coolly calm and reasonable, (no no not sultry, not with the smirk barely hidden), as her hand reached for Bucky’s hand and her fingers intertwined with his. She pulled him close (as best she could, stepping forwards herself to close the gap) and let her other hand go to his cheek.

Slender, soft fingers danced down his cheek, to his jawline, before falling to his shoulder. Wanda could ask ‘dance with me?’ but now wasn’t the moment. She selfishly didn’t want him to say no. There was tiredness that she could sense in him she thought. but no sharp urgency in his gaze or how he held himself. …well, no more sharpness than normal. It was almost usual to see him… see him… like a wild animal cornered, tense and ready to do SOMETHING to keep them going. There was still steel to him, sure. But even Bucky could be eased into relaxation, right?

Wanda wasn’t giving him time to say no. Her body pressed to his and she squeezed his hand and moved. “Wow.” Her eyes widened in mock surprise as she moved, feet sliding and lifting across the ground - natural and free. “Amazing. It seems the world doesn’t end when Bucky Barnes dances. I should have tried this sooner.”

There was no doubt of the teasing in her gaze now, and frankly he was lucky she wasn’t pulling him in for a kiss, but she resisted and quickly lifted her hand (whilst at the same time sticking out her tongue) in a gesture that left no room for arguments. He simply HAD to spin underneath her upheld arm in. The more princess like the better.

Hair a little messy, ignoring that she was barefooted, she grinned, “Come on. Please dance with me.”

[angelface1991]

utada hikaru lyric rp starters-part 2.

collected from across various albums! tweak to fit your needs.

❝i don't want to be in love.❞ ❝why do you care about me?❞ ❝i can't hear anything.❞ ❝hey, where have you been?❞ ❝let me sleep right next to you.❞ ❝i miss you.❞ ❝i'm not in the mood today.❞ ❝it's just one of those days.❞ ❝but, i don't want to go home yet.❞ ❝my place is here, right next to you.❞ ❝i don't care about anything.❞ ❝there's still so much more I'd like to say to you.❞ ❝this is the time to dance and have fun!❞ ❝i don't need anything but you.❞ ❝i'm not asking for much, please god...❞ ❝can you keep a secret?❞ ❝when i get sad i'll call you.❞ ❝i'm not sad anymore because you're here.❞ ❝we can't be friends, can we?❞ ❝i have always hated goodbyes.❞ ❝i love you. i love you, it can't be helped.❞ ❝please, oh baby, don't go.❞ ❝i want to be by your side from here on always.❞ ❝maybe i'm afraid of love.❞ ❝i want to kiss you.❞ ❝i've learnt that even the things that cannot be broken sometimes break.❞ ❝i can't live if you hate me.❞ ❝how many years has it been since you and i spent such a calm moment?❞ ❝i'll take my embarrassing fantasies and impossible dreams to my grave.❞ ❝don't bother analyzing it. just enjoy the art of life.❞ ❝i know of the times you cried by yourself.❞ ❝in hard times and good times... through stormy days and clear days, let's walk together.❞ ❝sometimes, i give in to depression.❞ ❝i'm gonna tell you the truth.❞ ❝normal days suddenly started to shine since the day i fell in love with you.❞ ❝i'm alright despite the loneliness and pain.❞ ❝you know, moping makes your enemy happy.❞ ❝i won't leave you alone.❞ ❝i hate to lose!❞ ❝it's my chance to win.❞ ❝you're my only friend.❞ ❝i'll go to sleep early tonight.❞ ❝tell me something good.❞ ❝why am i growing distant?❞ ❝you're more than a friend. that much is obvious.❞ ❝why do i live?❞ ❝i can't feel anything anymore.❞

[laplacemail]

🌼🌸 anon here to make your day a bit sweeter !! you're an amazing person and i hope you've had an amazing start of the week. now, onto some nosy questions: where do you get your inspiration for your character(s) from? are there specific types of medias that have influenced the way you write or maybe even specific writers (maybe even from the rpc)? anyways, i hope your week continues to be sweet and amazing because the best of the best is what you deserve, dear friend !!

Hi nonnieee! Thank you for such a sweet message. I'm starting to get better, so hopefully I can go back to writing more often...! Hopefully next week 😭 ... want to chill with my husband for my birthday in a few days and then I can pay attention here and do some much needed cleaning (threads/asks/followers/what have u) and hopefully that will keep me on track! I hope you are having a super duper awesome day too! And that you're eating something yummy!!

And, hmmm. Good question! I kind of take inspiration from characters I'm currently vibing with, or shows/things I like. When I make OCs I just think of a like. Vague concept or personality trait I'd like to explore and then I just go off from there and add things to complement it.

Examples I can think about: Adonia was made was I was very into CRK and Pure Vanilla was a guy I was obsessing over! So I made somebody who would fit my current likes and what I was into at the time. And he just turned into his own person, completely different but still having some hints of my original inspiration. Aeron takes inspiration from Karna (FGO) and Siegfried (GBF), but he isn't quite exactly like that? But the fierce knight who is a bit awkward at talking to people normally / charitable hero traits are things you can see in him. Luc takes inspiration from Phantom (Arknights) and. well. POTO. And the funny thing is that Arknights just stole back from my guy so I find that horribly funny. But my method is just 'what are interesting themes I want to explore' and it just goes off from that. Or even a song sometimes, one of my oldest OCs I just kind of took a lot of inspiration from a song from my favorite band. This is more of my character creation process than my inspiration, but I feel like they go hand in hand.

For actual book authors I get inspiration from, I feel like once you read something you start to assimilate some parts of their writing/how they do stuff. That goes for your RP partners, too. So for book authors I cannot really give you a list of things that inspire me, since your brain likes to absorb these mannerisms like a sponge! And in the end you're left with an amalgamation of things you like that... makes you a better person and writing more comfortably at the end of the day.

But I'd like to reserve this space to give a shoutout to some writers in the RP community that amaze me and inspire me to do better, and 500% of my will to write is really like. 'This starter/reply/ask was amazing and I want to give it the attention and love it deserves'.

Which means I probably read their replies over and over, even if it is not directly addressed at me. Thank you for inspiring me to be better, and for sharing your writing (which can be such an incredibly personal thing, sometimes) with the world! It ain't easy and it ain't much!! But it's honest work!!

Here's some amazing people that inspire me (and just some otherwise this list would be WAY TOO LONG LMAO) :

@thronelessking / @aaternum / @derjaegermond / @xamassed / @kesil / @voiceofduality / @stagsworn / @saintsdawn / @lunaetis / @tenkoseiensei / @ofhope

Tumblr is gonna break some of these but I'm going to eat both of its hands right as I publish this ask. (noms)

Thank you for this btw!! I hope you have a great great great great week and weekend!

[vi-stands-for-vicious]

Coming Back to You - Caitlyn x Vi RP Starter

@oil-and-water-rp

In the dead of the night, with only the distant sounds of crickets chirping outside and muffled sounds of the City of Progress’s night life, Vi sat on the floor at the end of the oversized bed in the middle of the room where an unsuspecting Caitlyn lay sleeping peacefully for once.

It had been a few weeks since Jinx fired the Hextech fueled rocket at the council building; a few weeks since Caitlyn’s ear-piercing scream ripped through Vi’s ears, now forever engrained in her memory, as they watched the explosion wondering what would happen next; a few weeks since Vi managed to get Caitlyn back topside safely.

In the weeks that followed their return to the topside, Vi found she rarely left Caitlyn’s side unless absolutely necessary. Their first night back, she fully intended on leaving in the middle of the night as the guilt of everything threatened to consume her. But Caitlyn’s soft cries and gentle hand on her shoulder kept Vi rooted in the bedroom, kept her from being able to actually take the last step out of Caitlyn’s window and out of her life.

Instead, Vi became a normal staple in Caitlyn’s recovery efforts topside, providing information where she could or using her strength to aid in the search and rescue efforts for councilors. She followed Caitlyn around, practically like a lost puppy, whenever they needed to go anywhere. For a while, Vi felt like she couldn’t exist without being at Caitlyn’s side. Like she’d finally break if Caitlyn wasn’t there to hold her broken pieces together.

In fact, Vi had been the one to find Caitlyn’s mother barely alive in the remains of the council building during the start of her own self-imposed reparations. Caitlyn insisted Vi rest a few days after putting her body through hell and back non-stop. But Vi couldn’t rest. She needed to start repaying her newly founded debt to Piltover, to Caitlyn, somehow before she’d ever be able to let her heart take a moment for itself. Which fortunately led to finding Cassandra Kiramman alive, now fighting in a hospital for her own recovery.

But now Vi found herself trying to come up with the right words to say before she’d leave the Kiramman mansion for an indeterminable amount of time. Would there ever be right words to use to tell someone you’d grown to care so much about that you left in the middle of the night on a mission because you couldn’t face leaving during the day?

Quietly sighing to herself as she stared at the blank piece of parchment on the floor in front of her, Vi wrote the only words that came to mind in that moment: I’m sorry, but I have to do this. I promise I’ll come back to you. - Vi. After placing the piece of parchment on the end of Caitlyn’s bed, Vi allowed herself to look back one last time at Caitlyn before jumping out of the window into the cool night.

[ruki--mukami]

🧩 Admin Announcement 🧩

First of all, I wanted to touch base on a few matters of importance before writing and posting the Halloween open interaction for today.

For those of you who are new to my blog, as I have met very many wonderful people in the span of just a few days, it is my goal to post at least one open interaction per month, though you might've noticed I've been slacking a bit up until the wedding event which was more of a joint effort than the usual solo operation I run.

The purpose of these open interactions is mostly to have a fun ongoing side plot to the main threads that take place, specifically catered towards whatever seasonal event is going on during that month (i.e., the beach trip in July, and now the Halloween shenanigans in October). You might notice a lot of the open interactions thus far seem a bit out of Ruki's forte, as in they're things he normally wouldn't do, and you'd be right. However, I think it's a nice light-hearted break to have some relationship-building and silly moments too in between the usual angst. Think of it as filler episodes in an anime, except actually entertaining. Personally I really enjoy going outside and visiting new places, going on excursions I rarely ever get to go on, and these open interactions tend to reflect that. Of course, it should be known that participation is not mandatory, and I'll still answer unrelated threads in the meantime.

Is it too much work for someone like me, who most likely has at least 100+ unanswered RP threads right now? Probably. Do I care? Not really, lmao. Although I will put a disclaimer that for this Halloween event, I will probably write less verbosely than I typically do. This is because I'm feeling a bit less in the mood for large starters and replies and more so in the mood for brainless shenanigans to be quite candid. You are more than welcome to write very detailed but just know that my word count this time around might not be up to par. What I lack in imagery and detail, I'd like to make up for in actual content. As in, your muse and Ruki can actually get a lot of fun stuff done together this time (or at least, I hope).

And as always, this is just a reminder that next month's open interaction will be focused around Ruki and your muse cooking a meal together, so look forward to that!

In response to the high volume of asks and threads I have ongoing right now, I'm slowly developing a RP thread tracker for myself but since even that needs to be updated every day, it's still quite far from finished which is why I have decided to take it easy for the Halloween open interaction.

All in all, I think that covers everything I wished to discuss. As always, happy RPing and I hope to get to all the inquires and replies soon.

[aancunin]

[From Anastasia-Esmeraude-BG3Durge]

|RP Starter|

"We can just sit here if you want, we don't have to talk." said Tasi quietly as she settled next to Astarion. She knew better than anyone talking might fix the spiraling, racing thoughts whirling in his mind like a hurricane. It might release the pressure those thoughts cause.

But she could see the dried blood of his master still caked under his nails, the slight tremble his body still held as the adrenaline dissipated, and the way his eyes stared but didn't see the way the flames danced in the fireplace before him.

The noise of their companions' celebrations reverberated around them. It might have been inevitable for Tasi to have noticed Astarion's shifted mood at some point, but she hoped the others might carry on.

Astarion remained rather quiet, however he didn’t object to the woman who insisted on sitting next to him. His eyes remained unmoving as his body trembled slightly, still riding off the high of adrenaline and other various things that were swirling in his mind. He felt as if the world itself had crumbled around him, freedom for the price of his ascension. His mind swirled with what ifs. If he actually embraced the ascension instead of.. That. His mind flashed with the imagery, vividly remembering his violent stabbing.

His brain seemed to have gone blank during the time, rage, regret and other feelings fueling his motions as his fingers gripped the blade tightly. Arm swinging into the side of his former master sloppily. Over and over, plunging the blade hilt deep into the mans’ flesh as he shrieked with rage. He remembered the noise that erupted from Cazadors throat as he continued the violent motion, and then the silence that followed. Shock and awe on the others faces as they watched him fall to his knees and sob violently into the chamber. His cries echoing before the rest melded together into.. various scenes he was unaware of after. 

His eyes felt empty as he stared into the flame, the imagery and noises flashing into his skull as he struggled to free himself from whatever catharsis was gripping his mind and chest. Making it feel tight and compressed, as if he were struggling to hold together a panic attack. He felt empty, confused, and almost lonely. Despite being surrounded by those who chose to stay, he was unsure how they could smile and continue their day as normal even after such a gruesome scene. His kin, the other spawn that were under cazadors control were released into the underdark. Free from the burdens of the sun and whatever else, he wondered if they had escaped the Gur, or were they also living in fear of being hunted. Only for a moment, the thought glazed his mind, the idea of taking the ascension for himself. He wondered what kind of power he had shrugged away. What did he avoid in favor of doing the right thing in front of the Bhaal spawn.

He blinks, hand coming up to touch the back of his head as he shifts a little. His casual smile came back to his lips, although it seemed he struggled to keep himself composed. But he did his best to place his flirtatious mask back on to hide whatever he was going through in favor of turning to Tasi. “There’s no point in avoiding it, you know.” he says rather curtly. “If anything it’s a good thing, isn’t it?” His voice is dry, failing to keep it’s rather giddy fluctuations that it usually had.

@anastasia-esmeraude-bg3durge

[sterling-writes]

@darknightfrombeyond

Well, if you insist 😏

(not like I wasn't bursting at the seams to talk about this anyway hehehe)

This became a lot longer than I anticipated, so...

TL;DR - Bo is blind now!

So! Over my vacation, I had the honor of staying with my best friend and RP partner (@creativeheartgemini / @sparrowjaywrites) which meant we got to catch up on some long-needed RP!

Which meant we got to develop a loooot of character and story stuff 😈

So for starters, they have an OC named Rowan, who is Bo's older half-brother. One of his features is that he is half-blind due to a magical accident when he was a kid. He was born with the same purple eyes as Bo, but his blind eye is silver.

However, we never truly went into detail about that accident. (We may have once, but it wasn't memorable...)

And in this timeline, one of the story elements is that Bo has emotionally-triggered magical outbursts that started when he was very young. I think we may have implied that his grandfather, Dromeus, was the one that instigated that as a tactic to convince Bo's dad to let him train Bo one-on-one, but I can't recall.

As I've mentioned before, Bo is a very... emotional person, and can even be mean at times if he's in a bad mood. Which doesn't mix well with the magical outbursts. Especially when you remember the fact that he has necrotic magic.

Eventually, one of those outbursts took place when Rowan was present, and it resulted in Rowan going blind in one eye. (I actually can't recall the context of why Bo lashed out, unfortunately. Maybe Kat will see this and chime in.)

Fast forward a good few years- Bo's a young adult by that point, I think. Or at least in his later teenage years. And something happens to Rowan that results in him dying. (Again, I can't for the life of me think of the context. Kat please bonk me on the head.)

Bo, of course, being a necromancer, uses his magic to bring him back to life. However, the resurrection triggers Rowan's magic, which bursts out...

...and blinds Bo in one eye.

So Bo has one purple eye and one ghostly-white clouded-over eye.

However, Rowan's magic is different than Bo's, and the magical damage continues to grow within Bo, spreading the blindness into his other eye.

Over the following few weeks, he slowly loses his remaining sight as his purple eye clouds over to match the other.

Xander (Bo and Rowan's father) tries to save his sight, but he finds out that if he tries to remove the magic that's blinding him, it would kill Bo.

So Bo is now entirely blind.

Normally with big changes like this, we treat them as temporary and usually find a way to fix them, or we leave it behind when we start a new timeline.

But after I went home, I kept thinking about it, and honestly?... I kind of like that for his story!

So, for now, that's Bo's permanent status! He's blind, and I'm having a great time thinking about all the different details and stories that come with that.

For example, Bo has a cane now, and I thought it would be super cool if it can also transform into his necromancer scythe 😍

And then I also thought it would be awesome if he trained his cat, Merlin, to be a sort of service animal (or service familiar, if you will) in that he can fetch small things for Bo, or run over and meow next to something he's trying to find.

One idea I'm kicking around is that someone, maybe Xander or Ollie, finds a way to restore Bo's eyes to their original purple color, even though he's still blind. And then maybe whenever he reaps or resurrects someone, they turn white for a few weeks before going back to purple. But I'm not entirely sure about it yet.

Those are the beans! They hath been spilt!

[brckensocietyarch]

pinned post (last update 28.12.23) 

hello my beautiful lovelies! i’m zoe (she/they, 26) the writer of brckensociety!

this post is for quick links for mobile users along with updates relating to me and what’s going on irl and on the blog! hope you’re having a great day and i look forward to any interactions we may have! note: please read rules before interacting or messaging me. i do not rp anywhere but tumblr. I DO NOT RP ON DISCORD. also, i primarily use the beta editor primarily now, sadly tumblr has cut me off from using legacy even just for reblogs and not posting.

quick links

muses (mobile version) | rules | wanted opposites | open starters

scream muses!

just wanted to add a note here for all to see, my scream ocs and headcanon muses have been added and for obvious reasons i’ve aged them up, so everything goes down in college instead of high school. note: in threads these muses can die, etc, but nothing is permanent for them xx.

f/f threads:

atm my muse for f/f threads is a little rough. like i have about 5-10% of muse for them. so those replies will be slow. all m/f threads will likely get quicker responses (with both my male and female muses). if we have f/f threads and m/f threads i will reply to both at the same times or one after the one if they are queued. so yeah, replies will take longer, sorry y'all. on top of this please read this post along with my rules if you want to interact with this blog.

life/blog updates

currently this blog is on a fluctuating semi-hiatus due to my mental and physical health being very up and down (and super unpredictable). i will be getting on as often as i feel capable, some days will be better than others but i may take longer to reply than normal and may disappear for multiple days at a time! if you want to drop a thread because of waiting or whatever just let me know. also, if i haven’t replied for 2+ weeks and i’ve been active feel free to check up with me on if i saw the thread with tumblr hiding replies and all, but firstly, check my rules, specifically the 2 week hold rule as that could be the reason i haven’t responded to specific friends. update 28.8.23: my brain disorder is playing up again and making my brain fog worse, so activity will be all over the place and it’s likely i may prioritise threads that i have higher muse for when my brain is feeling up to replying and all. please, be patient and if you want to drop threads just tell me. it sucks when i push myself to reply and never get a response because mine took too long. just tell me so i don’t waste my time. for a detailed update of the situation go to this post here. (don’t feel obligated to, but fi you want to understand to some deeper extent what kind of shit show is going on, read the post). update 28.12.23: this blog with remain on somewhat semi-hiatus for the next little while, the new year starts off with a lot of things happening socially for me, including my birthday and on top of that my pain is still flaring and i’ve started a new drug that is going to make things a little hard for a bit. hopefully when things start to settle and i see my pain specialist i’ll be able to be more active regularly again.

[microsuedemouse]

OXENFREE my beloved. Would you mind sharing your thoughts? It's always a pleasure to hear what people think of the game, especially to have a Before and After reaction to a normal vs NG+

HELLO I'M SO SORRY I KEPT FORGETTING TO ANSWER THIS

anyway uhhh. yeah. Thoughts. okay well for starters, I haven't actually started a NG+ yet bc I wanted to let the story percolate for a few days before I launched back in, so I was playing something totally different in the meantime. I finished that a couple days ago though so I think I'm gonna head back to Oxenfree next

my first play was a kind playthrough, because... that's just what I'm like lol. I really want to do a silent run bc I think that's an interesting concept and also bc anytime my dialogue choice interrupted one of the other characters I was like... NO I WANTED TO KNOW WHAT THEY WERE SAYING lmao. I also like... kind of want to do a mean run, for the sake of learning as much of the story as possible, but I also don't know if I have the heart for it lmao?? there are many games that give you the chance to be a dick and I am ALWAYS bad at taking that option. it makes me feel terrible hahaha

I absolutely loved the game's mechanics and setup. video games are most interesting to me personally as a vehicle for narrative, and Oxenfree tells the story so well. dialogue being a major portion of the gameplay? listening to conversations as you move and choosing not only what to say but when to speak or stay silent... is such an interesting and engaging gameplay device. like I said before, sometimes I almost didn't want to choose a dialogue option, because I wanted to hear out the rest of what the other characters were saying.

and the story itself is so good. I am SUCH a sucker for character-driven stories, and on top of that, the family relationship(s) absolutely got me. Alex is a youngest sibling and I'm an oldest, so we differ in that regard, but it's still true that I'm incredibly close with my siblings, so stories that deal with siblings who love each other will always pull at my heartstrings. (this one, I'm sure you can guess, broke my heart.) even the very fresh but developing relationship between Alex and Jonas was really interesting to me.

I'm also a huge sucker for supernatural horror, and horror that effectively explores interesting human themes without being All Highfalutin Metaphor. Oxenfree pulls off both with an incredibly charming and straightforward, low-tech sort of mechanic for exploring said horror. I love that you don't even have to go looking for the backstory if you don't want to; all the explanations and history are pretty much secondary to the main plotline that you're made to follow. (which has interesting RP implications, too - are you playing Alex as curious enough to go looking for all the weird broadcasts and letters, or as too angry and/or scared to care?)

I love the game. its scope is perfect. just a few characters to care about, but enough that there are complex relationships to unravel and not quite enough time to delve into all of them. this weird little island that you can explore in pretty much any order and direction you like, with lots of secrets to be found if you want to look. the really effectively spooky atmosphere. the weird implications about ghosts and possible afterlives, about time and maybe time travel, about the relationships between life and death, between the living and the dead... PLUS great, vibey art, and gloriously realistic branching dialogue with great voice acting, and weird scary ghosts(?), and emotionally intense choices to make...

I'm sure with more time my thoughts will crystallise further - not to mention with more plays. I'll try to remember to come back and share any further feedback I have! it's the kind of game that I think I'll have intelligent things to say about in another like, month or two, once I've mulled over it for longer and/or talk to someone else about it, hehe. I'm trying to get my youngest sibling to play it, bc they'd LOVE it.