ik some people dont like considering the fact that minecraft is a game into their interpretation of lore but tbh i really like lore that acknowledges that their lives adhere to video game mechanics and thats a part of why i like that tubbo doesnt shy away from including his knowledge of game mechanics in his roleplay. it adds to his character and story and tubbos knowledge of how the game works directly translates to his character being extremely intelligent and skilled
and i think a big part of why people dont like acknowledging that tubbo isnt fail rping by using the game mechanics to his advantage is because they dont like admitting that hes intelligent. they dont like him being more than just the dumb bee boy. they dont like him being able to get a one up on their faves even though their faves are using game mechanics to their advantage too, hell because their faves are doing it too.
using game mechanics to his advantage isnt fail rp. being intelligent and skilled in his own way isnt fail rp. the admins keep him in line when they need to and when they dont they let him do his thing because no matter how many people get upset about it, tubbos knowledge of how the game works is fun and its cool to see.
a good roleplayer knows how to use the medium to their advantage. tubbo isnt failing rp or breaking the no metagaming rules in any way that actually ruins anyone elses enjoyment. hes just using the medium to his advantage. minecraft is a video game and there are literally plot points that depend on acknowledging that. tubbo is intelligent and on top of that he is a good roleplayer and its fine that he roleplays in a different way than some other ccs do because that makes him interesting. if you dont like it then theres a very easy solution: dont watch him
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(..it was cold.. was his first thought. After.. *that day*, Hatsu hasn't done anything to Blythe, he's lost all desire too anyways. He's lost the desire to do most things now. Why can't he remember anything? Did he do something wrong? Why doesn't he know what he did wrong? Does everyone hate him now? Is he alone forever...?)
Ah... I don't want to be alone..
(He muttered weakly. He was lying in a pile of deep snow after getting beat up by some fragmentum monsters. Everything hurt. It hurt too much to get up.. at least when he was fighting Blythe he was filled with adrenaline.. at least enough to get away and collapse somewhere else. He didn't know how to treat these... he could hardly keep that one wound from getting infected.)
(As he lie there, he thought about how other people at least have someone who cares about them... It's not fair.. it's not fair how he doesn't have anyone.. at least someone who would be around him long enough to be on neutral terms with him... "It's raining again." is what he told himself, it's just raining. He wasn't crying.. no, he couldn't do that. Because if he did that, then the non existent people around him would see the real Hatsu. Not the one hidden behind a mask.)
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(𝙱𝚕𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢. 𝙳𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.)
(𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝, 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.)
(𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞, 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖.)
... 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞?
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hey! noticed the RP game was open again >:)))) if possible i’d like to request darling with black mask.
“Roman, I don’t give a shit about how many dresses you buy me or expensive dates you try and drag me to… I just want some breathing space! I wanna see my friends and family… (voice turns desperate and pleading) please…”
He takes the jewelry box and opens it to reveal a tasteful necklace with a charm showing your birthstone before snapping it back shut and dropping it onto the floor. "Guess you don't want this then," he snaps. "That was a thousand bucks well fuckin' spent. You're acting like I'm keeping you as a fucking prisoner. Is that what you want? I can get rid of all the clothes in your closet, keep you handcuffed--or, you know what? You want some space? Go ahead! Door's right there. I've been working hard to keep you away from the Clown and his goons after he found out about you. Sent me a Valentine's Day present: a cute fuckin' drawing of you hanging from my old chandelier just like--"
He stops, sighs, and silently motions for you to sit next to him. "Come here." His voice is quiet, with a surprising lack of anger after your outburst. "I can arrange something for you to visit your family, but first I need to deal with Joker and this little threat. Once it's safe, we can meet them and discuss your arrangement with me. And you gotta understand something and so do they. I can take a lot of things, but disrespect isn't one of them. You know your family better than I ever could; if there's a chance that one of them is gonna mouth off to me about taking you or talk about my business, they need to know that they get one--ONE comment. That's out of respect and love for you that they get one. Anything after that, and they get the same treatment as anyone else who disrespects me."
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(𝙱𝚕𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚕.)
(𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝.)
(Mikhail was fast asleep on the couch, it didn't seem as if he was waking up anytime soon anyways, snoring softly he just slept peacefully, as if nothing happened at all)
(Was he dreaming? Was his mind blank when he slept? Who knows.. maybe he was dreaming of a universe where he could fix everything, one where nothing would go wrong. Or maybe he wasn't.)
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In an empty theatre, teardrops echo like the sound of applause.
All I do is lay down a bet~ It’s out of my control if my opponent decides to lay down their life, isn’t it?
After the chaos, not much was left of Sigonia-IV, yet there were two malnourished children-- Kakavasha and his Big Sis, nearly perishing from the elements on the ruined planet.
One day, there was finally salvation in the form of a light-- a light, and a beautiful woman dressed in elegant clothing peering down at them under a wide-brimmed hat.
She told them that they would be safe, that they could trust her-- and what other option did they have? She looked so different, and seemed so kind compared to the others that have mistreated them... Big Sis had been willing to give her a chance.
And so, Kakavasha was whisked away to another world, offered clean clothes and a room of his own. He fell asleep immediately, curling up on the soft carpet of the floor.
When he awoke, his Big Sis wasn't there. But they said she would be. They told him she would be. So he wanders through the strange building against his better judgement.
It wasn't long before he heard muffled words coming from the ajar door of a bright room. He snuck over to peek into the room and he saw people dressed in simplistic black clothing, taking notes on some sort of devices and huddled around a bed.
And on the bed lay the body of his dead sister. But those people would never acknowledge her as such; to them she was only an experiment. One of the last Sigonians of the Avgin race, a miraculous discovery. And they weren't going to tell him. They were going to hide it from him.
Blinded by the emotions swirling around inside of him, Kakavasha threw himself through the doorway, grabbing the first sharp tool in sight, and ended the lives of all the professionals in that wretched room one by one.
He'd cried the whole time. He couldn't identify the emotion the tears stemmed from-- whether from sadness at the loss of his sister, or from the rage burning bright-- but as the boy stood there, he dropped his weapon, wrapping his arms around himself in horror...
He didn't feel guilty for what he'd done.
That sort of control-- the ability to watch the life of another mortal slip away between his fingers and know that he was the cause...
It was empowering.
Notes from the moderator:
~ Mod also runs the @aventurine-official rp account, so the format is her own and is not plagiarized :)
~ Art (2nd top picture and pfp) and concept credit goes to @darlix747! Their original post is here
~ This Aventurine exists in the same universe as @the-truth-of-nothingness
A famous musical artist and actor, known for masking his true self.
Roams around Penacony but travels the cosmos to perform
Is quite sadistic and will bet others on their life-- resulting in their death, because he never loses.
Longs to destroy the IPC as vengeance for the lies and betrayal from which his sister suffered
The glistening teardrop hanging around his neck allows him to mesmerize others with a glance, if he so wishes-- the glow of his eyes is interconnected
(I might add more details later, or link a headcanon post!)
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