#rpg ask

[amymaleneart]

Oh no! Nope! Not this again!

I scramble away from Midnight, glaring at the little device in his giant, annoyingly fluffy hands. I hated that metal thing!

I climb over and around Daylight’s hands. Overall just being a rowdy gremlin (>:3c).

“YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!”

This was kind of fun! At least it was stimulating my brain!

…

What did stimulating mean again? Ah who cares!

CHAOS!

✧“No Stardust, No. Bad human, bad,”✧Dr. Sun exclaims as he reaches and successfully snatches the human. He carefully holds Stardust close to prevent them from moving. ✧“Steady, Stardust. Steady.”✧

Dr. Moon shakes his head, ✦“Every time. I would of thought they would not be so afraid of this thing by now.”✦ He leans in, focusing the device on the afflicted ankle. ✦“I'm surprised that they have not notice how injured they are.”✦

He activates it, the hum audible and the yellow light targeted to Stardust's mostly still leg.

[dapandapod]

I swear we have a kettle that has opinions about aesthetics. It will only boil at certain angles but it depends on the lighting as to what that angle is. What a fucking diva.

Ok I love that so much. The lighting needs to be right, can you see my bubbles from this angle?? Does my handle look ok?

(It also kind of sounds like the wiring is wonky, but the kettle instead takes it as a sign)

Does this little kettle have a name and/or color? 🥰

[goodoldcharley]

Hi Friend! :) I just recently came across your blog, due to the simple fact of the man, the myth and the legend Alfred Molina and saw you put in your description that you're up to talk, and more specifically roleplay. I'm a bit of a roleplay enthusiast myself and was just curious about what that entails with you and how you would go about it, and if you would be interested in roleplay. Hope you have a great day!

OHMYGOD... First of all: I am SO sorry that I haven't answered your ask earlier. It must have slipped my notifications somehow... 😭

In general, I am interested in role-playing. The thing is, though, I don't have a lot of free time at the moment. So rp would most likely be slow and / or time-delayed rather than direct responses. I know some rp partners don't like that, which is totally fine. Personally, I also like to discuss the basics of the rp idea beforehand so I know whether it's actually something I'd like to play out or not. Also, basic rules and personal limits need to be set. And last but not least: English is not my first language, so don't expect perfect grammar or wording, though I will surely give my best... 😊

[gimmickblog-taxonomist]

How do you become a gimmick blog?

step 1: think of a gimmick

step 2: blog

[dailyhatsune]

This

with a regular miku on the side for comparison because Huh

[horsegirlwithnoname]

I love that the four corps in Lancer are like ... Amazon, Pfizer, Lockheed-Martin, and then like a Discord server filled with trans women with fursonas and felony hacking convictions

[appleciderjulie]

siffrin if they were cool (oh wait they are)

[artbymesa]

I'm finally playing Mass Effect (Legendary Edition) for the first time (many years far too late) and

Shepard, probably: I could take him

Garrus, probably:

[vexwerewolf]

In your opinion, what is the most fuckable Lancer frame?

Dusk Wing, windmill slam.

Now some Lanceblrs are probably gonna call me a basic bitch, but let me explain my reasoning here.

Now I'm a monsterfucker. I like fucking monsters. And we can all talk about fantasies and shit but if I'm gonna take a mech's dick - and I am, I'm the bottom in this scenario and I'm planting my flag right now - it needs to be Size 1/2. I'm sorry, but no human body is capacious enough to accept the schlong of a Size 1 mech. I don't care if you've been training on Chance XLs your entire adult life, the GMS Standard-Pattern Size 1 fuckpole is meant for mechs of its own size class only. My pelvic floor would disintegrate upon touching it. It's a non-starter. Size 1/2s only.

Unfortunately, this restriction leaves me with a distressingly small stable of viable mechs, some of which are instant disqualifications.

The Caliban is right out the window, immediately. It's not a machine intended to be an image of man fucking large. It was never meant to thrust across the battlefield erotically to affect a greater orgasm. It is a tool designed to kill human beings very, very quickly. The Caliban is married to the job, and the only ejaculations it produces are 8-gauge buckshot. I'm going to confidently put it down as asexual. Also, the awkward arrangement of its hips would produce deeply inadequate thrusting.

The Kobold is clearly into BDSM, and specifically, waxplay. The Kobold likes to cause you erotic pain by dripping molten fluids all over your naked, trembling body, and don't get me wrong, that's hot - but we're talking like 900 degrees hot. I want my body to burn with forbidden passion, not to actually catch fire because it's covered in superheated chemicals that shouldn't ever touch. Besides, their spiky carapace feels like it would be a problem for some of the positions I want to try.

The Napoleon and I actually dated once and it didn't go very well at all so he's right out.

Now you'd think on first glance that the Atlas is the perfect fuckbuddy - anthroform, roughly the correct height, weight and shape, and possessed of those athletic, muscular arms that can just pin you down while going to town on you. That's all well and good, but he's so painfully boring. All he ever wants to do is fuck missionary, and his idea of aftercare is watching Demon Slayer. I can't. I just can't.

The Goblin wouldn't return my calls. After the third try, it just texted me this:

0S1R1Smaxx1ng: girl fuck off harrison iii just added me to a group chat

Now, that leaves the Dusk Wing, which fortunately for us presents several advantages.

Firstly: hands. Six of them (at bare minimum). You know how hot it is to be pinned to the wall by your wrists, your ankles and STILL get your tits and ass groped? Those hands are dextrous and surprisingly gentle, and when those fingers go in your mouth, you can bite down hard without hurting your jaw or chipping your teeth.

Secondly: comfort. The Dusk Wing is based off of old EVA hardsuit designs, built for ergonomics, so a lot of its non-armored sections are made out of flexible polymer that doesn't chafe against your skin. The armored sections are smooth composite. There's no spurs or spikes, no jagged or protruding elements, and no crush hazards. Heat rejection systems mostly point backwards from the mech, which might be a problem if I wanted to be on top, but we've already established I don't.

Thirdly: memetics. I'm an absolute freak for mind control, and the Dusk Wing can make me feel like I'm being fucked by sixteen of itself at once. It can squeeze my tongue and whisper its name to me and make me feel like me and it are the only things in the entire universe. It can show me myself climaxing over and over and over and over and over and over.

I hope this excessively answers your question.

[draculancer-flow]

We pilotin Hydras. We labellin each of our turns as distinct geological eras. Homeboy tried to front to my Tempest Drone and failed his Agility save so hard he saw the curvature of the Earth. I'm feral. I'm a fuckin dog. That OROCHI disarticulated my shit so hard I live in sixteen ZIP codes. We straight smokin the Overshield from Invigorate. My drones have extra HP so I can fuck 'em longer. If the pussy don't smell like ozone I don't want it. I bust a nut in her and then bust another at the start of my next turn as a protocol. This shit ain't nothin to me, man.

We damaging the GM directly with how much time our turns and reactions take

[another-argo]

☆~°•**Open Starter**•°~☆

The Bottle

Argo had been undercover at camp for a few weeks, and it was taking a mental toll on him. He was just sort of..laying around places- he'd stopped purring altogether; which was a bad sign for him.

Even kids who didn't know Argo was human- who thought he was just some cat, were getting concerned.

Argo felt bad- the lying. Everything. Everything he'd done. So.. he went to Chiron. He begged to be punished- killed for all he'd done.

But then he was handed a CHB shirt and a checklist of people to apologize to.

And he did it in one day. It was.. sort of amazing. He gave a heartfelt speech to everyone- and now he's just.. sitting in his cabin, staring.

Let's just say, some of his apologies didn't go well, and someone handed him a bottle of Lethe water and told him to fuck off.

Argo is holding the bottle, twisting it between his fingers.

When you open the door- he crushes the small glass bottle and the Lethe water seeps into his skin.

"Fuck fuck fuck-" He mutters, his form starting to flicker.

What do you do?

ANYONE CAN INTERACT

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[prokopetz]

It's actually kind of striking how tightly wedded most major genres of tabletop RPGs are to the decades when they were popularised.

Trad fantasy tabletop RPGs – even those that aren't positioned as revivalist – are so intent on emulating the sword and sorcery literature of the 1970s that the only reason they don't come off as quaintly nostalgic is because nobody reads sword and sorcery anymore.

Cyberpunk tabletop RPGs are, at this point, essentially an exercise in retrofuturism, endlessly polishing a vision of what people in the 1980s thought the year 2015 would look like.

Urban fantasy tabletop RPGs might include smartphones and electric cars in their equipment tables and mention 9/11 in their lore chapters, but culturally and aesthetically, most of them are taking place in a world where the 1990s never ended.

I don't mean this as a criticism – I'm just fascinated with how this tendency is so strong that, for example, a brand new urban fantasy RPG written in the year 2024 is liable to end up being a 1990s period piece at heart even when that was 100% not the author's intention, simply through the inertia of the medium's well-established tropes.

I'm mostly curious what the characteristic tabletop RPG genre of the 2020s is going to end up being thirty or forty years from now, and I hope I live long enough to find out!

[bad-eureka-updates]

i hear in the next update they are removing men

You say removing men, I say creating a lot more women.

[maryhanaae4]

“you take care of it”

[gigizetz]

For context I was fighting an art block and I thought drawing someone’s character would help, and surprise your dnd character Abbi helped me with the art block, I really do love her design a lot and she’s very gorgeous, I do hope you enjoy it

OMG I LOVE IT SO MUCH SHE LOOKS AMAZING THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU-

[anim-ttrpgs]

Fun Game: Make Yourself in 3-6 Eureka Traits!

There's a bit more to Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy character creation than just picking Traits, but this is a meme not a serious character creation session.

Make yourself in three to six Eureka Traits. Here's a big list of them. This isn't literally all the Traits, just the ones that have finished art. If you want to pick from all the Traits, feel free to download the free rulebook linked above! If you want to go a little further, you can explain your reasoning for why you picked each Trait and what they mean to you and about you.

Tag us, or just reblog your results onto this post! You don't have to make yourself either, it could be a character from pop culture, your friend, your OC, whatever! We wanna see what you do with it!

List of Traits (Non-Exhaustive)

Ambidextrous

Are You Thinking What I’m Thinking

Arithmomaniac

The Ascot

Ask Questions Later

Believer

Blissfully Ignorant

Bumbling Detective

Burnout

Cheerleader

Comfort Item

Dangerprone Damsel

Death Wish

Did You Know

Elementary!

Femme Fatale

Final Girl

Hard-Boiled

Hardy

It’s for a Book

I’m Okay, You’re Okay

Just Built Different

Just One More Thing

Kleptomaniac

Lovecraft Protagonist

Lover

Moneybags

My Glasses!

Night Owl

Nightstalker

Ninja

Not Finished Yet

The Other

Perfectionist

Push It

Predictable

Quick Draw

Renaissance Man

Rumbler

Showboater

Skeptic

Sleep on It

Smalls

Technically

Therapist

Unpredictable

Wicked

Wizened

Woo-Woo