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guzmabuglord · 4 months ago

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Think it’s bout time I introduce myself proper, eh?

okay. yo. I’m Guzma, hence the username. He/him pronouns 💯. I’m the strongest fuckin trainer in Alola and my favorite thing to do is beating down PUNKS with my dope-ass crew, Team Skull. Bug is the best type of pokemon, so i’ll prolly comment on your bug types if you got any of your own. (and you SHOULD.) You got any complaints about any of that, you talk to ME. also, i’ll try to update this if there’s ever anythin to add.

That’s all there is to say about me. Here’s a little bout my pokemon. None of em have names, but since ‘parently it’s common round here I might give em some eventually.

Golisopod’s my main man. my ace. been with me since I was a snot nosed punk myself. don’t play favorites with my guys but he’d be my favorite if I did. He’s real scary to other people but he’s chill when he ain’t battling.

Scizor’s always full of energy, which is real nice considerin how I found him. Don’t really know what happened with him, but he’s gotta lot of sun bleaching and scratches on his exoskeleton. He’s a lot smaller than most Scizor, but he thinks he’s smaller and lighter than he is so he likes to lay on me.

Masquerain’s an odd one. started followin me one day and didn’t stop till I offered them a pokeball. Flies faster upside down, which is hella weird. I wake up to them starin me down sometimes?? Pals with my Ariados.

Pincir’s prolly my smartest. mold breaker’s damn useful on him and he likes it when it trips up people we’re fightin. Real menace. Helps me with sudoku sometimes which is kinda fuckin scary.

Vikavolt’s protective and real good at trackin folks down and gettin me places. He never forgets a face or a place, so he’s my livin map. He likes bein scratched on the outside of his mandibles.

Ariados is real stocky and level headed, so he balances Masquerain out. His old trainer was real fuckin nasty to him so I beat him down and he gave me Ariados. he’s still kinda independent and makes his own webs to sleep in sometimes.

Joltik’s not one I bring out to battle, but I found her with Vikavolt. think they’re family so I had to get em both. she’s real sweet and I spend time with her sometimes when it’s real late and I can’t sleep. Gives me static electricity shocks by accident sometimes.

Venipede’s pretty new. got it on here a few weeks back from my pal Dashy. ‘pparently some bad guys dumped it at zeir gym door, so i’m tryna help it feel better for the time being. It’s real fast, and it goes for walks with me and Golisopod. Thinkin it might evolve sometime, so tryna prepare for that.

Just got a Nymble egg in the mail, so i’ll prolly be gettin one of those soon enough. Real hyped for it!

speakin of. If it’s needed, send any bug types needin care my way. Got plenty of space.

…One more thing. I’m the BEST fuckin bug type trainer out there, dammit. Remember that.

((OOC INFO UNDER THE CUT!))

hi!! 👋 welcome to my guzma rp blog. this is mostly me just having a little fun with this guy i care about a lot <3 here are some notes though!

- ANON HATE WILL NOT BE TOLERATED! i am fine with people sending “mean” stuff to guzma for whatever reasons they have as he is a gang boss… but there’s obviously a clear line between that and genuine ooc hate. if you’re worried abt me misinterpreting you feel free to add a note or anything!! :3

- this blog is meant to be guzma experiencing tumblr/rotomblr as an application! so i won’t be doing “traditional” roleplay from this guy, sorry :[

- mod is a minor! don’t send 18+ stuff please. (mod is he/him)

- INTERACT!!! interact with anything and everything that isn’t listed as a no-no above!! i LOVE talking to you guys and responding to your asks!!

thanks for reading :3! have a bugterful day

#rotomblr #unreality #pokeblogging #pkmn irl #guzma rp #intro post #pinned post #pinned info #pokemon rp #pokemon irl

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lestappenforever · 1 year ago

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Unpopular opinion here but we should all just chill. It is not good to post that question but the level of panic and accusation is out of proportion imo.

AO3 has been around more than a decade (and probably be older than some of us). RPS is so huge that literally any celebrities have been shipped. It was hardly the first time AO3 was mentioned to a celebrity.

Honestly I dont think straight guys care about fandom. Even if someone tells them at their faces about AO3, they may find it weird and forget about it five minutes later. They are more interested in checking out hot chicks’ instagram or making dirty jokes with their mates, than searching fan fic featuring him with another guy.

And more importantly, those F1 admins are well aware of fandom and highly likely have tumblr/AO3 account (come on how many times they mentioned lestappen?) It is not new information to them that AO3 exists. If they have not mentioned fan fic to the drivers before, I dont see any reason they would mention it just because of that one comment.

Do I think fandom should keep among ourselves and not bring it in front of the real persons? Yes

Do i think we should all be in panic mode and police other people? Not really

Hi anon! Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts. ❤️

I personally don't agree that we "should all just chill" at all, and the reason for this is that I have personally - as have so many other people - seen this go wrong so many times in the past with different fandoms. If certain (loud) people in the fandom are unable or unwilling to respect the boundaries between real people and the fandom, then this can cause serious issues for the fandom in general, and the real people involved.

Not only that, not shoving these parts of fandom down the throats of the real people involved is simply just a matter of respect. These guys, straight or not, probably have no interest whatsoever in reading about or seeing things that involve them doing weird shit to their friends or colleagues. And therefore, nobody should try to make them get involved with these types of things. If they are interested in or curious about these things, they'll go looking for things themselves, without needing the involvement of fans.

Imagine you had someone try to force you to watch or read porn involving yourself and someone else you definitely have no romantic or sexual feelings for whatsoever. Or somebody trying to force you into engaging with a kink that you have serious issues with and makes you incredibly uncomfortable just to think about. Now, I'm a pretty easygoing person and would personally find it hilarious if somebody wrote explicit fanfictions about myself and one of my friends. But I'm also very much aware of the fact that that's just me. But then on the other hand, I also get seriously uncomfortable with certain tropes or kinks for different reasons, and if somebody pestered me about those things? I would fucking hate it.

We have no idea about these drivers' sexualities, what their boundaries are, or what they can or cannot stand, and therefore, we should all respect the boundaries between fandom and the real people involved, and do what we can to keep these things separate.

Although I definitely agree with you about not thinking the drivers caring about those parts of fandom now, if the people who are unable or unwilling to understand the importance of boundaries keep being insufferable and loud about it, which too many people are being on social media already, then there is a serious risk that not only are they going to start caring, but they're going to start feeling uncomfortable with it all and let it impact the way they're acting around other drivers. Despite the fact that I don't think we're anywhere near that point yet, if people don't stop doing what they're doing and stop trying to shove those parts of fandom into the real people's faces, then there is a serious risk that we will end up reaching that point. And it's not going to be fun for anyone.

It's happened before, several times, and it can definitely happen again. And it always starts with what we're seeing in the F1 fandom right now.

It's not about "policing other people" at all, it's about trying to get those people in the fandom to understand why what they're doing is a bad idea, and why it's disrespecting boundaries that should be respected at all times. The majority of these fans are likely quite young and new to fandom in general, and I do believe it's a good idea that they get told, in no uncertain terms, that what they're doing can potentially cause some serious issues and personally impact the people they're fans of in a negative way, and why they shouldn't be doing it. Honestly, it's the only way they're going to learn. Hell, it's the only way any of us learned.

We've all been new to fandom at some point, and doing and saying things without thinking about the potential future impact in the beginning is definitely not an uncommon thing.

So I think the response we've seen to these comments on RBR's recent Tiktok video is absolutely justified, because there are so many of us who have seen it go so very, very wrong in the past, and we don't want to see it go this wrong again.

#Asks #Anon asks #Lestappen #Shipping #F1

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aita-blorbos · 4 months ago

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(another oc/rp group thing… heh. assuming my friends will see this, I am so Sorry <33) (sorry if there’s too much colored text btw, I can send another ask without it if needed)

AITA for being, weird, I guess ?

so I (?? ??) am a god. pretty much. I guess im god’s friend but I still have, immense power, or something!!!! anyway there’s this one mortal guy, ok? (adult, he/him) now this guy. He’s a fucking loser. a real fuckup of a man. but unfortunately for both of us. I really like him.

it was kinda funny actually. i kept anonymously flirting with him to boost his ego and whatnot and for fun, plus doing that lets me pretend it’s ironic. id also openly chat with him a bit, but not like that. so he knows me, and then he knows this weird anonymous person—I don’t think he thought the flirting was genuine, though, seemed like it was joking. I, did absolutely fucking not want him to find out it was me, for the sake of my nonexistent reputation.

but then.

THEN I had an opportunity. he is fucking high. as im anonymous again, being weird, he threatens to stab me, I joke that I want him to (“promise??” typa thing, yeah?) i probably wasn’t joking . I keep pushing, so does he! he says he will do it.

so, I do something stupid! I take off that mask and I say id like to see him try! because he knows, I am a god, he wouldn’t try it.

I think it freaked him out, hehe~ !!!

so. what comes next, hahahahahahahah, isn’t important but uhhhh later i was being uncomfortable again and told him to get on his knees and beg and it was a whole thing and, long story short, he hated me!!!!

that was short lived since I made it very clear I wouldnt leave him alone. because he CANT LEAVE ME!! HE DOESNT HAVE A CHOICE. and I need him. I wouldn’t let him leave. so, he had to accept it!!!!!

soooooo, we are chill enoughhhhh, for a while, until I was bored and decided to be weird again! not just, romantic weird, I think this went beyond flirting hahahah.. and it made him!! very uncomfortable!! so OBVIOUSLY I kept doing it! (for the record, this is all contained within tumblr asks!!) then he started to ignore me so it wouldn’t, matter, but then!! THEN!!!! it got interesting! he was mad at me!

really mad at me.

long story short he told me to, die!! A lot!!!!!! he was very loud about it as well!! it was funny. ..and kind of attractive, in fact.

we’re, chill enough once again now, and I’ve been more normal, for his sake! my shenanigans continue, but I am being ““respectful”” from now on! however, though I don’t regret it at all,

aita ?

#am i the asshole #aita #unreality #colored text #(this is an OK amount btw. embellishment is fine.)

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oc-smashorpass · 9 months ago

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Tarek is my long-time roleplay OC, preserved in canon divergence form when our plot master left.

The AU would take too long to explain, so, briefly, all four nations the United Federation of Planets lived in peace a state of reasonably Cold War with its neighbours, until the Fire Nation the Terran Empire attacked accidentally found a way of bridging universe borders and conquered the Federation.

Dr. Tarek, full real name Kiles-ek T'ohk Taurik, is probably not really a doctor anymore, though you best believe he's a damn fine medical specialist, made to be this good by his immense inferiority complex. Child abuse survivor, torture survivor, his idiot best frenemy's toxicity survivor, he's probably survived too much at this point, to be frank. He'd be tried for treason if the Federation was still an actual interstellar superstate and not a number of scattered insurgent groups. He didn't actually want to commit treason - it was an accident, he just wanted to save his friends and that one toxic idiot.

Short king of questionable cisness. Chillest guy you've ever met until he runs out of chill, which he hasn't got very much of anymore. Speaks with a perfect British RP accent, until you ask him to say his full name in a sentence in English. Surprisingly good at punching people in the face.

Man's on the aroace spectrum and has severe touch aversion due to malfunctioning touch telepathy, so a "smash" will be appreciated as a platonic compliment, and any actual smashing attempts will result in a smashed face.

oc by @drawskie !

#polls #star trek

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itstomowo · 10 months ago

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just saw the most insane post saying leo is seriously bullying sunny…. please touch grass. this isn’t even me saying “haha minecraft egg doesn’t matter” this is me talking in rp, what are you talking about!!!!!!! listen it is fair to have a biased opinion and only watch one pov, but you gotta recognize that and own up to it. leo never suggested going to tubhaus at first, bad did. then leo thought it would be funny. keep in mind, this is after the dogs shit and piss all over her home (which she thought was hilarious and was sad when it was cleaned up the next day). same thing happened with tubhaus. it was cleaned and gone the next day, and sunny would never had known anything if bad didn’t show her the picture (side note, qbad is such a shit stirrer and I respect it). literally this is the first time leo had ever even mentioned sunny after their first interaction. that is not bullying.

I don’t think it’s fair to call two little girls having MUTUAL beef bullying. if it was one sided I would understand calling it bullying, but it isn’t. Sunny retaliated and I love her for that. she did not get depressed abt it, she got petty and retaliated by messing with Leo’s statue so to me this is pretty clear cut silly drama. I think everyone needs to chill and enjoy the silly child drama which btw is so accurate to real life. just two kids who’s dads are friends and want them to hang out even though they hate each other :3

Last thing, we have to take what happens in these silly “filler episodes” with a grain of salt. like are we gonna take leo showing up with a bunch of walters (the bull terriers) with horrific digestion seriously? cmon guys, this literally happened cause one of the admins (god bless pastelito) saw a tweet of a doozer asking for that texture pack in the qsmp.

#qsmp #qsmp discourse #qsmp sunny #qsmp leonarda

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dragonsareoverrated2 · 1 year ago

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My pinned I guess?

//Ongoing Arc: Beautifly and the Beast!

//Finished Arcs: Dragon Pains, Blood of Blackthorn.

Hi, before you say anything about my name. One) DragonsAreOverrated was taken, and two) I dislike dragon types for very personal reasons that are related to my damn genetics donor of a father, so before you go on and tell me 'Dragons are great actually because-!' I dont wanna fucking hear it.

Alright, now that thats out of the way.

My name is Ichika and my pronouns are she/her, call me anything other than that and I will find you and bite you, or my Crobat will, which ever one of us gets to you first.

I'm the champ of the Naljo, don't know what that region is? Its in between Johto and Kanto, but it's a shithole here so don't come.

... I mean, I cant stop you if you want to visit me, I dont mind visitors...

I'm 23 years old, birthday April 22 (Marianne made me put this here), and am dating my girlfriend who… I think is what you guys would call a faller? She's not from here, but she's still from a place that had pokemon. She's 23 and named Marianne, she was originally from Kalos, moved to Hoenn, beat the league, and then got sucked up into another dimension which is mine.

She sometimes will pop up and write in pink, all her stuff will be tagged with #Mon Amour, which is what I asked to to put it as. I don't know that much Kalosion. She also has her own intro post here.

My team is Kage my Tyranitar (She/Her), Doku my Crobat (He/Him), Yuki my Mamoswine (She/They), Zappu my Ampharos (He/It), Noyaki my Ninetails (She/Her) and Ame my Vaporeon (He/They).

If you wanna battle, schedule it with the league, Im busy trying to fix this stupid region.

Update: I have an assortment of dragons I am taking care of for the foreseeable future.

Any care tips would be appreciated-

I call the Noibat Midori (He/it), the others finally gave me names-

Monterio (He/him), Kin (She/her), Daitan (She/Him), Hoshi (They/It), and Nagisa (She/They)

//Ask games that are open!

//A important note for Pelipper Mail and Musharna Mail

//Naljo Dex Logs Masterlist!

//Ooc info under the cut!

//How she looks!

//This is a sideblog! Unreality. Mod is an adult and goes by she/her he/him pronouns All art I use is my own! I follow from @theshadowqueenofthedistortion, more info about me on my main! Here's some of my other accounts as well!

//Semi-Serious blog, I will participate in active silliness and also write serious stuff. Will sometimes touch on death, abuse and a few other things, I will tag the serious stuff with their appropriate tw/cw tags.

//No Shipping, a lot of the stuff in here is closed off.

//I am very open to crossover stuff!

//Pokemon in this universe have human levels of sentience, though multiverses that don't are well known and won't be questioned.

//Real life animals exist along side Pokemon in her universe, like divergent evolution (not the pokemon thing, the science thing)

//A warning that this character is rather antagonistic but not evil. If you are actually able to get her to like you she will chill out a bit, but you're gonna have to work to that. Also please tell me if she's being too much at all, this is my first time writing a fully bitchy character-

//Magic anons are on! But I am picky about what I let through.

//What the tags mean. //Shadow Mod Speaks: Mod speaking. //Mod Reference: Me and/or Zorana making references for this account //Shadow Art: Art by me that isn't a ref/finished. Stony Ground: Her post/response tag. Stone Edge: Her closed and/or serious RP. I will also use this tag when responding seriously to something. What's with the dragons?: When Ichika is mainly talking to herself. Prismatic Rival (Prism): Ichika talking about her Rival who is a jerk Broken Eggshells (Hatch): Hatchling Posts and Ichika talking about her!

//Marianne related tags will be in her intro post

#//Shadow Mod Speaks #//Mod Reference #//Shadow Art #Stony Ground #Stone Edge #What's with the dragons?#Broken Eggshells (Hatch)#Prismatic Rival (Prism)#pokemon irl #pokeblogging #pokereality #rp intro #poke rp #pokemon rp blog

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hoodoo12 · 2 years ago

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Netflix and Chill? Nah. Rock and Roll (1/?)

Collettejuice will have to wait; Dewey won the informal poll.

This is a rp written with a fantastic person . . . whose tumblr account I can't for the life of me recall. I am so incredibly sorry that my memory is garbage. This isn't 100% mine. If you see this and you wrote this with me, forgive me, contact me and it'll all be adjusted to give you proper credit!

NSFW. Dewey/OC

Enjoy!

The patrons of the local bar were crowding the street when Mora arrived. Townies chatting over cigarettes, so drunk she was surprised that their breath didn't ignite a fire when they lit up. She pushed through quietly, nodding to the bouncer that kind of looked like he was in a biker gang and had seen some shit. They had come to know one another pretty well and he always recognized her babyface so no reason to be carded. She frequented bar and never missed an open mic night.

Inside, she assessed the scene. Familiar faces with some she didn't recognize. Nothing she couldn't handle. How ludacris to be a musician and have stage fright. She hadn't played an open mic yet, not in this town anyway and certainly not by herself. Mora figured the more she showed face there, the more comfortable she would be.

Liquid courage was her friend in these cases. She made her way to the bar and ordered her regular. Coke and rum, with lime.

Open mic night was open mic night, and he was loathe to miss one, even if some of this crowd wasn't his jam. Country singers? Here?

Dewey gulped two swallows of his beer, just to make more noise in his head than the caterwauling coming from the stage. He rarely had time to make it out as often as he did before, since starting School of Rock from the ground up and finally breaking down to take some night classes to get a bona fide teaching certificate. Ned's nagging prompted that.

So here he was, standing against the wall, wondering if he should just ditch this place and head home. His eyes wandered the sea of people.

The bartender slid Mora her drink, she paid and headed onto the dance floor. The bar top wasn't quite rowdy enough for her liking. She would much rather be right in the action.

After a few minutes of the next band setting up, they introduced themselves and began to play. Typical dad rock band covering Billy Joel. She could appreciate it but she would have much rather been listening to something a little bit harder. She sipped her drink idly and scanned the room.

It was then she noticed the scruffy faced teddy bear in the corner, leaning against the wall. He was nursing a beer and looked almost... bored? Lost? She couldn't quite tell. But she knew by his band t-shirt that he must know a thing or two about this town and if there was any real rock and roll in it. Mora adjusted her skirt and made her way over to him. She leaned against the wall and folded her arms across her midsection, drink still in hand.

"Hey, wallflower. What's up?"

It took a second between another swig of beer and the vocals of "Only the Good Die Young" for Dewey to register that he was the recipient of the question asked loudly in his direction. He juggled his glass a little. Luckily it was over half empty, so nothing but residual foam slipped over the rim.

"Huh? What? I mean, hey. Hey!" he sputtered at the woman who’d sidled up. That didn really answer her, so he tried again. "Nothing. Nothing's up, just trying to decide if anything good is going to happen after Billy here."

Mora smirked a bit at the fact that she had startled him. "Good question. Billy is a classic but nowhere near as good AC/DC." She nodded to his shirt.

"These guys don't look much like the heavy type, though. Do you come to open mic often?"

As she mentioned it Dewey glanced down at his shirt and saw, to his dismay and embarrassment, he hadn't been as deft with his hands as he thought: a wet drizzle of spilled beer made a darker spot on the fabric. The t-shirt was old and well worn; maybe she'd just think it was part of the design.

She hadn't brought it up, so he would ignore it too.

"No. I mean yeah! I mean, no, most people don't do classics like AC/DC here and, uh, yeah, I try to come as often as I can."

He'd like to keep the conversation going; it wasn't super often a random cute chick struck up a conversation out of the blue with him. He was never sure if women liked to hear about him trying to get a teaching certificate. It sounded lame (not good) but maybe like he was mature enough to get a steady job (good!). It sounded like he liked kids (good!) but maybe he liked kids (definitely not good). Dewey cleared his throat and opted to just expound with,

"I teach rock lessons and sometimes they go late, so I don't get out to open mic nights as much as I used to."

As the new stranger (very cute and awkward stranger) fumbled over his words Mora took the opportunity to finish off her glass of rum and coke. Her penciled in eyebrows raised at the mention of him teaching rock lessons.

"Wow, really? That's sick!" The topic clearly had peaked her interest, now that she found a fellow musician. "Actually, my band recently broke up so that's how I ended up here. I've been looking for some musician friends but every open mic seems to be like this." She gestured vaguely to the dad rock band on stage.

She pondered a moment, giving him a once over. "Let me buy you a drink. C'mon." She grabbed his hand and pivoted on her chunky platform heel, dragging him to the bar with her.

"Oh man, a break up is tough," Dewey sympathized, "I know that feeling too well."

No need to go into the fact that his band was less "breaking up" and more "him getting kicked out." Her excitement when he mentioned teaching seemed real and not just polite, and her grabbing his hand and pulling him along behind her through the crowd surprised him. She was a lot stronger than she looked, and it wasn't often--like, never--that a woman was so brazen with him.

Dewey stumbled along behind her, a goofy grin on his face. When they made it to the bar, he sobered so not too appear too eager or creepy smiling like a lunatic. He stood behind her, not too close, while she waved for the bartender's attention.

"So . . . what's your sound?" he asked, desperately trying to think of anything to keep the conversation going.

The bartender was helping another patron so in the mean time she started digging through her wallet far some cash. "I've got a couple but I'm a punk at heart. Think like... the early classics! Joan Jett, Ramones, The Clash, Pat Benatar. Shit like that."

Mora turned again, leaning against the counter once the bartender was ready. The bar was too loud for any distinct chatter to be heard but she did throw up two fingers to signal an amount. She paid and retrieved the shot glasses, handing one over to her new friend.

"Hope you like whiskey." The petite girl grinned, holding her glass up. "To sex, love, and rock 'n' roll."

A woman who liked the classics? Fantastic. A woman who bought him a shot? Uh oh . . .

Dewey took the glass.

"It's a toast to those who rock!" he added after her, clinking his shotglass lightly against hers before throwing it back. He grimaced as it went down; hard liquor always burned, but catching her watching him, he morphed it into a grin.

Mora tossed the shot down and did a wince of her own. It never got easier. She much preferred whiskey with ginger ale but shots got the job done faster.

"I just realized... I didn't catch your name, stranger. I'm Mora." She smiled, tilting her head slightly. The liquor was making it's way to her head, and she could tell by the stupid expression on her face. She couldn't help it. She was tipsy and he was cute.

The burn in his throat had dissipated, but as Dewey nodded his head to indicate he heard her, dizziness took its place. Beer before liquor . . . the old adage swam through his brain.

"I'm Dewey!" he replied loudly, just as the band finished. His voice rang out over the second of silence between the fading music and the crowd clapping. Feeling heat rise in his cheeks all the way to his ears, he cleared his throat and repeated in a more acceptable level, "I'm Dewey. Nice to meet you."

He stuck out his hand for her to shake.

A grin couldn't help but spread across her lips at his awkwardness. She giggled, accepting his hand. It was a firm shake for a lady her size and she even let it linger for a second longer than the standard "how do you do."

"Dewey. That's a cute name. Good to meet you, Dewey."

The band's sound picked up a bit to a dance beat. She looked at the floor and then over to her new friend, Dewey. "Do you dance?"

While waiting for an answer, she ordered them two beers and paid again, handing him one. Despite whatever answer he may have spit out, she nodded her head to the dance floor.

"C'mon. It'll be fun! Dance with me."

She headed for the floor, expecting him to follow.

He wasn't a dancer. He could follow a beat, no problem, but his body didn't seem to get the message. Best he could do was half-shuffle side to side and hope his arms didn't do anything outstandingly stupid.

But this woman--Mora! Her name sounded nice in his ears, so he said it to himself, to feel it on his tongue--didn't take no for an answer. Prodded by the slight buzz of alcohol settling in his brain, he allowed her to draw him to the floor, where, as he expected, she fell into a rhythm that looked like she was a natural dancer.

He wasn't drunk enough to think he could even try and move as nice as she did. If asked why he wasn't gyrating or moving much, he'd say he didn't want to spill his beer despite the fact he'd already drained a third of the glass.

Watching Mora from beside her felt less creepy than if he'd been against the wall. She'd invited him here; that made him feel less like a creep as well. He smiled when he caught her eyes, and at least tried to look like he was dancing and not just gawking.

The buzz from the shot they just took was finally sinking in. It was crazy - alcohol. The way it melted away inhibitions. Mora felt like the most important person in the room. The confidence it gave her was like a high. If only it lasted into the morning.

The girl smiled as Dewey swayed along side her. He has rhythm, that much was obvious. No musician couldn't at least hold a beat. She was certain he was a good dancer but he seemed a bit tense, maybe even a little nervous. She would have been too if it weren't for all that liquid courage.

Speaking of courage, she decided she was going to make her move on her new friend. She stepped a little closer to him, resting her arms around his neck. He wasn't very tall but neither was she, even with the platforms on. Giving her best sultry look, she swayed with him and shook her hips, eventually turning around to grind against him.

Sometimes she thinks she should have been a stripper.

Mora slipping her arms around his neck made him stumble and croak, "Oops!" With thoughts of mounting horror he would do something incredibly clumsy, incredibly Dewey Finn-like -- he could just imagine how the rest of the night would go if he managed to dump his beer on her, Dewey gulped the rest of the glass.

Too quickly, of course. He burped as discreetly as he could, and set the now empty glass on the nearest horizontal surface, all the while this woman--this sexy woman--continued to rub against him like he was the best catch in this place. Beer plus shot plus beer made a pleasant haze in his brain, and for once instead of begging off, making excuses, or anything else in his standard playbook, Dewey just let it what happened, happen.

His hands went to her waist and even if he couldn't match her movements, he could provide a steady base for her and enjoy feeling her against him.

The gyrating ceased as the band finished their... impressive rendition of You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC. That kind of register was only made for the likes of Bon Scott and Brian Johnson but with a few drinks in you, they didn't sound too bad. They thanked the small audience consisting of townies, regulars and, well, Dewey and Mora. She clapped and gave a few "woo"s as they disbanded to change sets for the next open mic guest. The typical bar chatter continued and returned to its usual volume.

Turning to Dewey, she grinned and laughed, feeling euphoric from the night they were having. Her eyes scanned his features; from his hazel eyes to his scruffy beard. There wasn't a ton of ventilation in the bar so it had gotten pretty stuffy. His mop of hair was sticking to his forehead from the sweat. She was certain she probably looked similarly, if not worse. Her makeup was surely sliding off her face by now. Her eyes darted to his lips and she reached up to wipe some of the sweat off of his cheek with her thumb.

"Let's get out of here." She offered a micro expression of a smile. It was subtly suggestive.

The music was just background noise as they danced; Dewey was much more focused on Mora and her sensuous movements than whoever was onstage. As much as he enjoyed it, he also subtly twisted a little away from her because it was going to be plainly obvious to her how his body was responding.

Was he sweating from the heat or just from her? He didn’t know, and from the bright look in her eyes she didn’t care. Her finger on his cheek tickled.

"It’s, like, almost last call," he mused. "Where would we go?"

Mora giggled and shook her head. Dewey was one she would have to be a little more direct with.

"No, like... Wanna come back to my place?" She tried again, biting her lower lip.

His eyebrows shot north, under his sweaty bangs. Women didn't--women never--not that he hadn’t hooked up once in a great while, but it was definitely after many more drinks and was more a so-horny-you'll-do situation, versus what seemed to be happening right now.

"I, uh, I guess, I mean uh-huh . . . if you want?"

So much for being suave and worldly with that bit of verbal poetry.

"I do want." Mora smiled and held his face in her hands, bringing their lips together with little effort. She kissed him, for the first time, for a few moments before pulling away.

"I have beer at my place. We can put on some records and have a nightcap. What do you say, stud?"

He must look like a stunned mule. It wasn’t just the kiss, a brief press of her lips on his accompanied by a faint taste of alcohol, but the easy use of a nickname that he'd never heard anyone call him.

Instead of building him up and giving him confidence, Dewey felt even more out of his element, like he was standing on shifting sand. He wa going to blow this! He needed to get his act together!

He managed to meet Mora's gaze with projected confidence. At least he did for a second, before smiling goofily and nodding. It was probably too eager.

"Sure! Y-yeah! That sounds good." Fun. Normal. Like he got picked up every time he went out. Like this was old hat, and not at all like his dick jumped behind his fly. "Is your place . . . close by?"

Although she knew virtually nothing about this man, it was obvious he was a little... anxious? Nervous? Uncomfortable? She wasn't sure exactly what the emotion was. She thought, he was cute. A little goofy but very cute. Surely, he had girls flirt with him before. However, maybe not to this degree.

Mora knew she was, as she would like to put it, assertive. Some might just call it aggressive. Both of those traits were not hidden in her flirting style either and maybe that was intimidating. She supposed she would try to go easy on him and not be her typical man-eater self.

She gave him a small smile and grabbed his hand. "Just a few blocks away. C'mon."

tbc . . .

#dewey finn #dewey finn x oc #School of rock #writing #fanfiction #rp

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rpgadverts · 11 months ago

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Wanted on Sideways

a real life 21+ public jcink rp set in Aspen Colorado

Are we out of the woods yet? - normal sweet 'girl next door' type wanted for a marriage plot for Seb Stan (30+, Danielle Campbell/Lucy Hale vibes). She needs to get married because she is pregnant. Her brother happens to know a guy, enter Seb who is willing to do her a favor and marry her and inevitably lead people to believe the baby is his! they know nothing about each other which is where the drama and chaos will be born! this will be lots of fun as they learn about each other! His mom, daughter, and frenemy are on site for her to connect with!

Not all that shimmers is gold - looking for Matthew Gray Gubler as the lovable nerdy professor in an angsty sibling relationship with Chris Evans (expect lots of fun and entertaining fighting between them!) This role - this family plot is a highly wanted plot for Chris Evans. Very much wanted to play out this family dynamic, to play out their fights, and see what can come from it all and see if they can ever get onto a page where they do all get along. Sister, brother in law, and mother are all on site!

Friends in Low Places - Chris Hemsworth/Tom Hardy/Tom Hiddleston/open wanted for a group of rowdy and rambunctious fellas (Chris Evans, Jensen Ackles, and Andrew Garfield) who have never fully grown up from their high school antics days - blue collar salt of the Earth type guys who never turn down a cold one or hanging out with their buddies. Expect lots of fun shenanigan posts, plotting, and group posts!

current boyfriend - dylan o'brien/open wanted as current boyfriend for Zendaya. he is a super good chill guy with patience for days when it comes to her ability to fly off the handle and start/pick fights fast. they have some highs and lows and where it goes neither of them know!

friend group - group of easy going, non famous/run of the mill friends for Zendaya; open fc - (Florence Pugh suggested)

these are my people - super fun and chill group of not famous 23-24 y/o girlfriends for Gracie Phillips. Halle Bailey, Sabrina Carpenter, Jenna Ortega suggested as fc but open.

#jcink #rp #wanted ad #city rp #original rp

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fairymint · 7 months ago

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🎏 Is there a difference between rp and general fandom for you? Any notable differences between rp and IRL?

i'm spoiled by rp etiquette and content; peeps kinda know how to share, because....they are. idk, i don't often seek out content so much as just engage the media and wiki? a lot of that is the need to be active. i remember vocally criticizing the fact that i really don't think people should have to censor character names and shit when search went live over hashtags. like, I've had a random personal criticize a like thirstpost i made, and i kinda wish i hadn't just let it go; don't be a bitch about headcanons. fandom should be behaving in the first place, not that i blame any protection measures. entitled-ass behaviour over characters that don't real. Otherwise, I guess streaming is my experience as well? Not much noise there, but so far it's nice; course I have a nice voice, so interactions are very lovely so far!

As for irl..... Well, my friends are mostly my hubby's friends! went to school together and everything, so think anywhere from 1-7 guys hanging out. quite boisterous and clown-blood coded; honestly it's even parse-able in my own discord server.

where at my job, well, I'm greeting like hundreds of ppl a day and bullshitting w/ them or my coworkers. it's a fair bit of energy spent explaining and problem solving....going through the motions. but i do like seeing the food trends. (every candy is a gummy right now. some are mini. some are freeze dried. some are other candies!) most of my coworkers and the job is actually chill; there's probably only like, 3-5 thorns in my side vs hundreds of people behaving.... but i do hate the pacing of daytime people, early in my shift. i live in the quiet part of town and love it, the ambiance of nature and fresh air makes my days off ideal....

#ask.#munday.#long post #angelofasclepius

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bothfeetinthegrave · 1 year ago

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name — Rabbit is a nickname I've had for around a thousand years. My real name is Rory, or Ro if you prefer that over nicknames. I'm not choosy.

pronouns — he / him

preferred comms — discord works for me around %80 of the time, which is much more reliable than IMs here. My info's in my pinned if you'd like to add me - just let me know who you are!

name of muse — This is Eden Muir's blog, he's an OC / my favourite dead guy. My other writing blog @belovedcorvid, where I will probably reblog this, is for Donquixote Rocinante.

experience in RP — I've been writing on this site for around 11-12 years, across a few different URLs.

best experiences — I don't really have a specific best experience, it's hard to compare interactions because they're so different. I do want to mention though that I have never been included in as friendly and immediately accepting of a writing community as I have with OP, both here and on Cora's blog.

pet peeves / dealbreakers — I don't have a lot - I'm a pretty chill guy and the people I interact with are really considerate. I guess if I had to pick something, it's when another person continues an ask without moving it to a new thread? And even that feels really silly to sit down and write out like this.

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — No smut here, at least not so far - not really my thing. Between the other two, no real preference. Why not both? We can have hurt/comfort as a treat. I'd actually like to write some more shippy things, but I'm slow and not good at recognising when that's possible.

plot or memes — I find plotting to be easier with people I've interacted with a bit already, so I guess I would say memes.

long or short replies — Too long replies I get wordy. OTL I always want to do dialogue only or short replies because I wish I was faster, but they never stay that way. You never have to match me, and if you ever want me to focus in / make something easier to reply to, let me know!

best time to write — My schedule's wild, so right now the stars have to align in the following way: evenings on days where I haven't been on triage team all day, and don't have tabletop. This usually means mid-week and sundays.

are you like your muse — There's a fair bit of me in Eden, just because I think that's the nature of character creation for many people.

I am like Cora because I too am barely keeping my shit together and would like a cigarette.

tagged by: @isutoburu ♡ tagging: @byanyan @intothewildsea @vanishinq @rubctosis @cmdrace @taiixuan and @ anyone else that would like to fill this out, just say I tagged you! I have no idea anymore who's done this one and who hasn't so if I've tagged you and You've already done it I'm sorry. OTL

#👁️‍🗨️ | a rabbit ran over my grave :: ooc |#👁️‍🗨️ | from beyond the grave :: answered |

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𝕆ℂ 𝕄𝔼𝕄𝔼

tagged by lbr. I stole this from the lovely @bloodyarn

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꒰ 𝗕𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ꒱

Full name: Nicholai Elenwyn Faalgard, known as Nihil Rot Gender: Nonbinary masc presenting Sexuality: Pansexual + demiromantic Pronouns: He/They

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꒰ 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ꒱

Birthplace: Auburn Trail, Baldur's Gate outskirts Job: Unholy Assassin Cult Leader Priest of Kelemvor and Medical Examiner Phobias: redcaps. His stress goes up 200% around redcaps and he gets real twitchy. Guilty pleasures: Pumpkin seed and cranberry bread, preferrably with butter on it and a coffee or tea on the side. He's a sucker for it and probably the most chill you will ever see him

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꒰ 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐒 ꒱

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (Neutral by end of redemption.)

Sins:

Vengeful: Unsurprisingly, the guy attracted to vengeful types has a vengeance boner himself-- and he is liable to not take any half-assed punishments as a fair trade unless you can really appeal to his humanity. Implusive: Nihil is a wildcard-- he has a method to his madness, but it is usually short-sighted and prone to last minute change. Indecisive: Honestly goes hand-in-hand with his impulses in the worst way. Nihil will go from ride or die on your plans of ascension to wrestling you to the ground and screaming at you about how stupid you are for going for it.

Virtues:

Loyal: Nihil is a ride or die no matter what bad decision you've made-- your best bet to break his loyalty is to turn on him or someone else within the Circle of people he trusts. Protective: He will defend those close to him with his life. Man is a guard dog in an elf body.

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꒰ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 ꒱

Introvert / Extrovert

Organized/ Disorganized

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious / Restless

Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between

Cautious / Reckless / In between

Patient / Impatient / In between

Outspoken / Reserved / In between

Leader / Follower / Flexible

Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between

Optimist / Pessimist / Realist

Traditional / Modern / In between

Hard-working / Lazy

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All of these are specific to Nihil only based on his story, not RP-- RP is always open ended because I would LOVE to have other insights, this is just the ideas I got

OTP:

Astarion : I'm sorry, they share a single braincell. They really do. I could write out Nihil's approvals and it would line up to Astarion's 95% of the time. They get along disturbingly well and Nihil would do just about anything for Astarion. They were both thrust in a life or death choice by a manipulative person and made the decision to survive only to pay for it by becoming chained to that person forever. Both use sex to manipulate and are numbed to killing, even having fun in doing it. Both are also just kinda here for the vibes in the worst way possible. Gortash: Ok ok I have been vocal abt the idea that Nihil and Gortash had a strictly sexual relationship with repressed feelings for each other for a bit, but what definitely gets me is both were hated and considered some kind of burden without truly knowing why and were picked up by their gods for their potential (and seemingly at their lowest point). Nihil was freshly widowed and his s/o someone who was one of the only people who didn't think he was a monster. So Gortash, this brilliant, well-spoken and frankly dashing man not only seemingly trusts him and values their partnership genuinely but re-iterates he isn't a monster? It's over boys.

Acceptable Ships:

Shadowheart : Shadowheart was my original plan for Nihil honestly-- also a lot in common, worshipping "misunderstood" gods (though one could argue that at least Kelemvor is just distant, he isn't out here making people commit mass murders for him that I have seen. Bhaal? Got me there), they're fairly secretive people and like people who can respect their boundaries and let them come out of their shell, they want to be kind even if its not supposed to be in their nature... Honestly she should be in the OTP category but its not hard for him to be set up with any of the companions. Lae'zel : Gith have Nihil's whole heart. Really, her biggest drawback that made her not an OTP for him is just that she is snippy towards him asking questions which is really just a no go. But loves her loyalty and decisiveness and does what he can to understand why she is how she is and give her proper space and respect. Also he just loves siccing her on people. It's fun. Wyll: Honestlyyy I kinda accidentally fell in love with them dancing, I was expecting to find them so cute. But Wyll, like Karlach and Gale, deserve far better than a nightmare void of a man. I mean everyone deserves better but mostly Wyll, Karlach and Gale.

OT3: I wanted Nihil/Astarion/Shadowheart so bad y'all don't even know. YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND. I want Astarion to get his mean goth gf and slutty goth bf

Brotp:

Gale: I feel like not much needs to be said, he's a squishy wizard and kind of a pain in Nihil's eyes but he likes the guy and his stories, they're real fun!

Notp: Fuck Wulbren Bongle, I don't give a fuck abt this motherfucka's problems--

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꒰ 𝗕𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ꒱

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𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 (tw pregnancy loss, cannibalism ment) - bullet points to go faster

Born to Kelehan Faalgard and Dannikah Hjol-- the son of an esteemed fabric merchant and a third generation Seldarine Drow immigrant respectively. Born in a small village outside of Baldur's Gate called Auburn Trail.

Danikkah struggled to keep a pregnancy throughout the first few years of marriage and exhausted every avenue to try and have a child with her husband. Her final loss in her second trimester drove her to seek out a hag living in the forest hugging the south of the village with the reluctant blessing of her husband.

Struck a deal with the hag, Mother Radley; a child with the power to beat the odds in exchange for what the couple cared for the most. Danikkah agreed, believing what she cared for the most was her family's long-standing farmstead. She was given an infused piece of 'a divine's flesh' to eat and successfully fell pregnant.

The family was shunned during the pregnancy when word got out how Danikkah got pregnant and Kelehan's tailor shop took a hit but despite the stress, the pregnancy progressed.

A drow girl appeared in their sheep's meadow a few weeks before Danikkah was due to give birth--With a surprising clarity the girl called Danikkah her mother, as 'Lady Silverhair told her to'. Believing the girl to be a late-answered prayer from Eilistraae herself, Danikkah was overjoyed to take her in and name her Dirzarra-- her soon-to-be son's older sister.

Nicholai was born and when Mother Radley came to retrieve her end of the bargain, she revealed that their daughter was the prized possession she wanted. The family refused and in turn were offered an ultimatum: Dirzarra came with her, or Nicholai would be undone. She gave the couple until their son turned 8, imbuing him with a magic illness that could not be cured until either a decision was made or the boy died.

Nicholai's parents would seek out clerics and priests to help, knowing the sickness could not be cured but willing to try. They were even more outcasts and it spread to the kids as time went on.

Nicholai spent most of his days ill at home, unable to play and help with chores and it only worsened as his time ran out. Days before his 8th birthday, he and Dirzarra were jumped in the meadow by one of the hag's servants. In a desperate attempt to save his sister, Nicholai unleashed his fury and frustration on the redcap and savaged it until it died.

When his time came, Nicholai was rushed to Baldur's Gate and the Stormshore Tabernacle for help, every other temple refusing the family's begging. When it was clear he was beyond saving, a priest of Kelemvor approached to read his last rites as a kindness to the family.

As he was about to pass, Nicholai was intervened by Bhaal, naming himself a savior to the boy and able to rid him of his disease if he vowed his soul and talents to him. Nicholai agreed and was saved, allowing those around him to believe it was Kelemvor that took pity on him and spared him this death.

As he grew, more murders around the village would spring up. The residents were panicked but unable to solve the killings, even when the Flaming Fists and various adventurers were called in. Nicholai proved himself a perfect assassin and worshipped Bhaal fervently. When he was 15, he would have a vision bidding him to kill the hag, Mother Radley. When he did, he would find the contract between the hag and his mother for his birth, as well as letters detailing his illness.

Outraged, his rancid blood bid him to turn on his parents and sister, failing the attempt before running away to Baldur's Gate under the false pretense of wanting a higher education and to eventually join a small group of Kelemvorite priests. There he would seek the attention of the Bhaalist cult, eventually being summoned to meet Sarevok and was christened as an initiate, changing his name to 'Nihil the Rotten'

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Nihil would train under the previous leader of the Bhaalist temple as an initiate from the age of 16, alongside his kin, Orin the Red. He would assume a false position as a medical student and Kelemvor cleric, specializing in the last rites of murder victims whose families could not afford services.

He would attempt to leave the cult at 21, with the help of his lover, a Lathanderan vengeance paladin named Flynn Bardr. However, he succumbed to his Urges shortly after a quick union and kill his new husband. Destroyed at the outcome, Nihil returned to the temple to face his kin and his mentor.

When he returned, the high priest attacked with the intent to kill the traitor, only for Nihil to kill him instead and claim his betrayal a test of his faith and take the high priest role for himself. He would proceed to grieve for his lover and beg Bhaal's forgiveness in private.

a few years later he would meet arms dealer and Banite Enver Gortash and they would agree to a tentative alliance at the behest of their gods. Over time they would both eventually be appointed as Chosen and enact Gortash's Accelerated Grand Design (not canon to RP, they would start a sexual relationship shortly after the theft of the Crown of Karsus.)

Orin and Nihil's relationship, already strained by his betrayal as she did not believe it a test of his faith, worsened as he took what she believed was her rightful place and began to brush her off, deeming her 'beneath him now'. This would lead to her betrayal in the Illithid colony.

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𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐈𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇

Overwhelming loss of memory, the only proof of who he is a scrap of paper of prayers and last rites read by clerics of Kelemvor and a dagger made of surgical steel, Nihil set out to seek aid where he could not provide it to himself. And yet, despite everything pointing to his divine position, he cannot hear his god like any other cleric...yet he still wields the arcane power of a priest.

Who is this power really coming from?

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#ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ sᴛᴜᴅʏ ; ɴɪʜɪʟ ʀᴏᴛ.

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obscureaestheticist · 2 years ago

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Dark Con & Succession War Characters as Players & GMs

Ging: Derailing god. Knows a pirating / rom site for everything. Adores Pathfinder and 3.5e but runs games as if Tomb of Horrors was just easy mode. Pariston: "It's what my character would do :)" Lamentations enthusiast. Leorio [current arc]: Channels the power of thesis block to destroy hordes of bandits. Cheadle: Strategic player who looks on in despair at their chaotic and extremely violent comrades. T-T Mizaistom: T-posing human fighter that somehow keeps pulling off the most significant moments in the campaign. Beyond: That one tiktok friend who cosplays as their character for each session and runs campaigns like theatrical wrestling performances. That vocal training has gotta be used for something! Muherr: Army vet, seen a lotta stuff, but runs the most heartfelt and hopeful campaigns you'll ever play. 7th Sea Gm. Steiner: Sweetest guy you know, writes the most terrifying mysteries ever. Pure unfiltered neurosis expressed through Call of Cthulhu and World of Darkness. Kurapika [current arc]: 3rd life-changing trauma this week "Sure! I can make it for Friday!" Melody: In it for the deep pan crispy lore. Makes the maps out of love. Can't play an evil character the save their life. Has mountains of Solo-RPG journals of wonderous adventures. Hanzo: Falls into the habit of down-to-Earth friendly characters that sling death threats and "comedic violence" at everyone to the point of awkwardness. Shall avenge every minor NPC the gm forgot to name. Basho: Doesn't own a single rpg book that doesn't also double as an art book. Bill: "That game from Stranger Things?" Theta: Evokes awe from fellow players for her RP skills. Greater knowledge of in-game politics than the actual DM. One Ring and Game of Thrones RPG enjoyer. Tserriednich: Tonight's Session - The GMs Barely-Disguised Fetish ... Kult & Drakar och Demoner for life. Benjamin: WILL apply real military strategies to your game regardless of setting and character. YES! He will bring diagrams! YES! You should be concerned! Twilight: 2000 nut. Zhang Lei: Chill. Enjoying the vibes. Simply awaiting the fruition of his diabolical schemes to spring into action... Once every other player is done with their wacky flumph hijinks. Camilla: Dungeon Bitches & Mork Borg. Throwing hands. Fuck everything else. Fireball isn't enough. Stay away from the loot. Halkenburg: Heart of gold, but tries waaaaay too hard to help the fantasy world he's meant to just be smacking trolls around in. Kacho & Fugetsu: Supports queer indie ttrpgs and are currently trying to figure out where to store all the gigabytes of pdfs. Hinrigh: "Yes, this is a rip off of all my favorite anime characters and I love them :D" Zakuro: Too shy to speak up, didn't realize they missed 5 turns. Lynch: Screw politeness, fists are all you need to ask questions. Morena: The "Nice Girl" Oito: "I just hope the game contains no foul language. Do we need a console?" Woble: The group mascot

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