#( ✖ ¦ ❝ VISION

[jfouler]

What I kinda love is that jamie's dad has become a forest cryptid himself. Many stories in Colorado of a tall man in the woods at night asking people to help him get home (he can never go home)

[crowsandmurder]

Derek Shepherd Tags and Verses

Derek  ✖ (Aesthetics)

Derek ✖ (Thoughts)

Derek ✖ (Character Development)

Derek  ✖ (Crack)

Derek ✖ (Headcanons)

Derek  ✖ (Photos)

Derek  ✖ (Starter Call)

BIOGRAPHY

Derek Christopher Shepherd was born and raised in New York. He grew up in a family of means, with his father being a renowned surgeon and his mother an artist. His childhood best friend was Mark Sloan, who later had an affair with his first wife. He and younger sister Amelia witnessed their father's murder.

Derek attended prestigious institutions for his medical education. He pursued a degree in medicine, excelling in his studies. Derek specialized in neurosurgery, demonstrating a particular aptitude for surgical procedures involving the brain and nervous system.

After completing his medical training, Derek embarked on a successful career as a neurosurgeon. He gained recognition within the medical community for his exceptional surgical skills, innovative approaches to complex cases, and calm demeanor under pressure. Derek held positions at esteemed hospitals across the country, earning respect and admiration from colleagues and patients alike.

Derek attended prestigious institutions for his medical education. He pursued a degree in medicine, excelling in his studies. Derek specialized in neurosurgery, demonstrating a particular aptitude for surgical procedures involving the brain and nervous system.

Derek embarked on his medical career, establishing himself as a skilled neurosurgeon. He gained recognition within the medical community for his exceptional surgical skills and innovative approaches to complex cases.

Derek married Addison Montgomery, a talented surgeon, early in his career. Their marriage faced challenges, including Addison's infidelity and the strain it placed on their relationship.

Derek accepted a position at Seattle Grace Hospital, where he became Chief of Neurosurgery. He encountered Meredith Grey, a surgical intern, for the first time, setting the stage for their relationship. Derek and Meredith's relationship evolved from a professional mentorship to a romantic one.

They navigated numerous obstacles, including Derek's lingering feelings for Addison and Meredith's personal struggles. They survived many near-death experiences. Despite breakups and makeups, their love endured, leading to marriage and starting a family together.

Derek continued to excel in his career, pioneering new techniques in neurosurgery. He held leadership positions at Seattle Grace Hospital, earning respect and admiration from colleagues and patients alike. He survived things like plane crashes, shooting and many other things.

Derek's life was cut short tragically in a car accident. His death devastated Meredith and had a profound impact on those who knew and loved him. Derek's legacy lived on through the lives he touched and the contributions he made to the field of neurosurgery.

His memory continued to influence Meredith and others, shaping their personal and professional journeys.

His actual canon bio: HERE, which has more details.

VERSES:

V: An Empire State Sense of Mind [New York Years]

Derek Shepherd, born and raised in New York had his early life there, alongside 4 sisters and best friend Mark Sloan. He married Addison Montgomery there, before leaving it all behind.

V: McDreamy: It's a beautiful day to save lives [Life in Seattle]

Derek Shepherd. McDreamy. Head of Neuro. Chief of Surgery. Director of the Brain Mapping Initiative. Those were all titles, jobs. He spent years in Seattle, finding true love and excelling and becoming one of the world's best neurosurgeons. So many cases and trials and victories. Plus, the frequent near death experiences.

V: I didn't become a doctor because I wanted to be God. [Canon Divergency and AU]

Canon isn't always what works best. Sometimes, AU can be good, as well as divergency from canon.

V: Dying is exhausting [Visions or dream sequences of Derek]

Derek has appeared to Meredith in visions. He may pop up to her or others in dreams or visions.

Faceclaim(s): Patrick Dempsey

[hlysins]

tag drop: ship tag

@goreburdened

[witchpyre]

thinking about my cullen au and how jane and alec probably embrace their russian heritage a lot more once they are no longer under the thumb of the volturi, because they no longer have to pledge loyalty to a coven that strips them of their individuality for the sake of appearing as a united front.   👌 ��  👌    👌  

[phntmeii]

♡ Dating Hobie Brown Headcanons

❝ I'm not a role model, I was briefly a runway model. I hate the AM, I hate the PM, I hate labels, I'm not a hero, because calling yourself a hero makes you a self-mythologizing narcissistic autocrat.❝

[ SFW + No Gendered Terms]

A/N: I can't believe it took me so long to get around to this man since he's broken me since the movie released. Will be clawing at the doors of the studio for more Hobie screentime. Also, sorry it’s been a bit since the last headcanon list. Classes and shit :(

✖ Off the bat, I'm sorry to say but Hobie would not consider what you two do as "dating". He doesn't like labels and being called someone's partner is too constricting of a box.

✖ Now that doesn't mean he isn't loyal. He's actually extremely loyal. The moment he is attracted to someone, everyone else fades away from his vision and it's just you.

✖ The only time he'd label the two of you as "partners" was if someone else showed interest in you. If someone casually asked, then no, you two are just hanging out. But if that person was interested in you, Hobie is like:

✖ "Actually, bruv, sorry to say but they're already with me. So, unfortunately, your eyes need to look elsewhere, yeah?"

✖ Pavitr is the equivalent of your pseudo-child/third-wheel. You two pay for his food, give him advice on him and Gayatri, and have him backseat on drives.

✖ Hobie is more of a listener than a talker. He likes to hear about your fixations and interests. His eyes stare at you with a small grin when he hears the moment you become totally excited in talking about your interests.

✖ And it doesn't matter what you're interested in, Hobie learns about it in his own time so he knows what you're talking about with more of an understanding.

✖ While Hobie may seem to not be paying attention sometimes, he actually had quite a good memory and simply pretends to forget when it comes to other people or if it's one of Miguel's orders.

✖ But with you, every word is ingrained into his memory and you'd be surprised that things you told him a long time ago are still present in his mind if something reminds him of it.

✖ He’ll be more than happy to lend some of his things to you! So long as he can do the same with you. If it’s clothing or something, he has specific pieces that are dedicated to himself so he won’t let them be taken from him. If you’re insistent though, he’ll simply make another one for you (with some design choices specifically attuned to you)!

✖ Hobie is very chill when it comes to his partner. He’s not an overly jealous type nor an overprotective one. He has full trust in you to make your own decisions.

✖ Absolutely acts as though his interests are commonplace and fakes surprise when you say you haven’t been exposed to that thing before.

✖ “You wot? Whadja mean you ain’t ever heard of (insert obscure indie film with a $1k budget)? It’s a classic, love, trust. You’ll love it.” It was in fact not one you loved and it was in 144p on a pirated site.

✖ Sometimes Hobie will scare the shit out of you by popping up out of nowhere. You’ll just go to the kitchen to get a snack, come back to your bedroom and Hobie is just chilling at your desk even though he wasn’t there two minutes ago.

✖ Because of his calm nature, he’s actually really good at comfort. If you feel overwhelmed or panicked, Hobie sets you down and calmly grounds you back to reality.

✖ He offers his hands, gently rubbing his thumbs on the back of your hands, and speaks in a calm voice. Once you’ve calmed, he’ll have a sweet smile.

✖ “Welcome back, love… C’mere. You’re alright. M’right here, love.”

✖ Hobie's main Love Languages to give are: Gift Giving and Physical Touch.

✖ Hobie loves to make gifts for you especially if you show interest in his style or anything he owns!

✖ He tends to be possessive over his own things so he'll make you a copy or your own version! Even if it's something time-consuming like making your own version of a vest or garbage pants, he loves spending time to do it if he gets to see the look on your face because of it.

✖ Because he has a massive collection of pins, patches, etc. he'll often hand some to you if he thinks you'll like them.

✖ Hobie's one indication of a "public claim" on you would be a gifted necklace that his guitar pick. On the back, he signed it as "H♡ ".

✖ This man is sly with physical touch. It's purposeful in a way to have you blushing and stuttering.

✖ He especially does it if you are in conversation with someone else just to watch you squirm. Something as simple as passing his hand at the small of your back just to see you fight back a blush or smile has him on cloud nine since he's the only one who can do that to you.

✖ Hobie also loves to rest his chin on top of your head. He'll do it anytime you two are standing around and he just wants to be closer to you.

✖ Hobie's favorite Love Languages to receive are: Quality Time and Words of Affirmation.

✖ There's nothing sweeter to Hobie than seeing his SO go out of their way to make time for him. He may tease about it. Something along the lines of: "Couldn't get enough a' me, hm?" but he really is so honored that you'd want to spend time with him.

✖ He can sometimes disappear at random when he’s on his duty. Coming back to see you in his room has him tearing off his suit and just holding onto you. There’s nothing more comforting than a simple relaxing time in bed with you with low lighting and music playing.

✖ Hobie is an intelligent musician. Words mean everything and the way they are strung together mean more.

✖ You can swear that you’ve never seen Hobie get flustered but Hobie knows how his heart melts at your words.

✖ His favorites are when you give him letters or send songs. He’ll read the letters over and over and read into the lyrics of the song continually.

✖He also loves hearing you compliment him as it gives him reason to turn up his own charm in response.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

[thatsuccessfulpokemontrainer]

✖ - a repressed memory + sprite?

[Heed the tags]

. . .

[Opening - TheShepherd.TXT.]

Sprite wasn't a very good Shepherd. Still.

Food and board for the measly price of watching a small flock mareep overnight wasn't something he could pass up. Food and board came in short supply these days.

. . .

It was dark.

Tag stood by his side, occasionally bounding around the flock, his loud barks breaking up the heavy silence, a warning to stay close. The static from their fur numbs his legs as he continued to walk on. Pacing from once side of the paddack to the other, over and over, until the sun rose. He'd done this time and time again. Nothing was different.

How long had he been staying here? Weeks? Months. It didn't matter.

It didn't matter.

. . .

The mareep scattering was the first sign that something was wrong.

Did he yell something out- or simply stand in silence? It was hard to tell.

It didn't matter.

A shadow crept onto the field, an eerie growl that it felt in its bones.

Tag snarled in response, bounding forward.

The shadows eyes flashed red.

It's heart was pounding loudly.

There it was. That awful. Awful sound that never left his head.

The sound of a growlithe screaming. It was guttural. It was too loud.

His eardrums were going to burst.

He rushed forward. Stupid.

Stupid move. He had no weapon. He had nothing.

The screaming grew louder.

. . .

It was on top of him in a second, one paw on his chest, the other scratching his face. He struggled, desprately.

It was going to die.

The breathing of the houndoom quietened. For a split second the silence was back.

The last moment of peace.

Past the houndoom was the stars. They shone brightly. He liked the stars.

. . .

All he could see was white as he felt the skin melt against his face.

It hurt.

He was going to die.

. . .

No. Not like this.

Not. Like. This.

He bit down onto the leg of the houndoom, feeling his teeth chip on bone.

. . .

The moments that followed are hard to place.

The taste of blood.

The sound of bones popping out of their sockets. Snapping. Twisting.

Blood stained the grass. Shining in the moonlight.

The shadow wasn't breathing anymore.

It didn't matter.

. . .

Half of his vision was still white.

Why was it still white.

Why.

[miyakuli]

Roadwarden

I'm a poor, lonesome roadwarden

I'm a long way from home. My footsteps have led me to this mysterious and dangerous peninsula. I've been asked to explore it to find out more about the locals, so that I could guarantee a commercial exchange with my customers. I only have a few days, and my future meetings and decisions will be decisive.

❤ The history of this region is truly rich. Each village has its own history, customs and beliefs, and even its own dialect. So each visit will therefore be enriching as the locals place their trust in me. Each of them has more or less stormy relations with their neighbors, and I'll do my best to manage any conflicts. But these lands also abound in places that are difficult to penetrate or hidden, so I'll need to be patient to reach them, and who knows, they may reveal new knowledge that will help me in my quests. So many things to discover! ❤ My past is my heritage and I decide my future plans for myself. My skills are my own. As for my social relationships, I'll decide in due course whether or not I'll adapt to the person in front of me. I'll make my own choices according to my own morality and circumstances, but I doubt that everyone will come out a winner in the end… even me. Who's to judge anyway? ❤ The landscape around me is minimalist but striking, and I enjoy observing the different architectures and admiring and fearing the nature that surrounds me. Certain things don't always appear in my field of vision, but I can easily imagine their outlines because they've been sufficiently described to me. ❤ Sometimes I close my eyes to appreciate the sounds around me; I can hear the wind blowing, the rivers flowing, my faithful steed grazing beside me, the cries of creatures in the distance keeping me alert…and sometimes silence, which is never a very good sign. I wonder if there isn't a traveling bard, because I often hear soft music above my head, often melancholy but very pleasant. I'm hoping to ease the tension in this place, so maybe next time I'll hear more festive music…

+/- I feel the weight of time passing, I have so little of it given all the tasks entrusted to me, and I have to evaluate for myself the shortest and most advantageous routes to achieve my ends. I've almost become a tactician. However, I regret my arrival in this region, where my physical condition and lack of wealth and adequate equipment, as well as my unfamiliarity with the area, made me waste precious time. It was very brutal and almost punishing. Of course, I could always come back some distant day and be ready to deal with it, but my first visit will always be the most memorable, and I'm sad to leave when I had one of the peninsula's biggest mysteries right at my fingertips. How frustrating. +/- I feel very free in my actions, which are not always dictated by intrusive thoughts. I can ask locals about places and people on my own, just by mentioning their names or sometimes even a simple description…but it seems that sometimes, my field of possibility is too wide to act, especially for people like me who don't master the local language. I don't necessarily have any clues, and my words and gestures will often have to be extremely precise, as any other alternative won't be accepted.

✖ My encounters were certainly significant, but I don't think I'll keep very fond memories of all these people. The atmosphere was always very austere, which I can understand given the tense situation in this region, but I didn't manage to get attached to many people. And even the friendships I made at the time seemed cold and distant. Only Eudocia managed to touch my heart, despite my solid armor, and she'll always have a place in my memories. I hope she's doing well. ✖ I've never been able to maintain a decent level of hygiene throughout my entire journey. As much for my hunger, my clothes and my magic, I always managed to find a good balance. But finding a place to bathe and sufficiently remove the grime from my body was a priori my nemesis. The locals often stared at me with disdain and I too often struggled to gain their trust because of my filthy appearance. I vowed never to set off on an adventure again without first buying a bar of soap! ✖ Even when I was very well armed and equipped, some monsters resisted me because a single choice could be fatal. Losing a big chunk of my armor just because I thought of dodging a monster rather than jumping on it, sometimes undermined my morale, and I admit to having used my "save" spell at times, which allowed me to relive my confrontation. And I don't like to go through all this for a single error of judgement. What's the point if not to strengthen my physical condition and my weaponry…

In the end, my short excursion didn't reveal all the peninsula's mysteries, and I left intrigued, wanting to see more, to learn more. At least my visit brought a little something positive, but unfortunately not for everyone. I'll certainly be back to revisit this faraway land, Over mountains and over prairies, From dawn 'til day is done, My horse and me keep riding, Into this settin' sun.

➡ My Steam page

[swynlake-rp]

“Muscular Brick has incredible strength. She can expand her body so that she becomes as big and strong as a brick wall.”

FULL NAME: Tara Wallender “Brick” BASED ON: Brick FACE CLAIM: Up-to-Player PRONOUNS: Up-to-Player BIRTHDAY: Up-to-Player SEXUALITY: Up-to-Player CURRENT STATUS: Open

Character Information || CW: Child Abuse ||

Left at a firehouse when she was a baby, Tara had a difficult childhood

One of her foster parents badly beat her and one day, it awakened her magic and she put them through a wall

Ever since then, Tara has never really known where she belongs or where her powers come from

Then she found the MAFIA, a radical organization with a vision for a magic-superior world. Finally, she was home

Now she’s putting her superhuman strength to the cause…and hopes that maybe the MAFIA will be able to find her birth parents…

✓ Collaborative, willful, friendly

✖ Emotional, stubborn, single-minded

Character Suggestions

Body Diverset

Current Relationships

None

Possible Relationships

None

Magical Abilities

Metamorphosis - She can expand to the size and strength of a brick wall on command.

Superhuman Strength, Superhuman Durability

[divinityunleashed]

❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

❦ Has someone been jealous of you?

❧ Have you ever been jealous of anyone?

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

the salty af munday meme

I had a really good perspective and liking for Mercy from Overwatch. I really liked her as a character and had a Mercy partner on a Discord Server. But they did so many things differently with their portrayal and fundamentally ruined my vision of Mercy. Made her bratty, hate her job, and acted like an asshole. I know other Mercy RPers don't actually do that but one person ruined it for me.

I honestly don't know. And I wouldn't know how to feel about that aha. Should I feel good that someone's jealous of me? Unsure.

Very, very rarely. I grew jealous of a few folks who were getting more anonymous asks and inboxes than I was, but I quickly got over it.

Why did Open Starters die off? Back as ProtagNeptune, when I popped off, everybody interacted with my posts and had fun! Now it seems like if you don't directly interact with someone, it's like you don't exist. That's not always the case I know but it does genuinely seem like we live in an age of shyness on Tumblr now.

[kauma-kardia]

"Wait... where's Yukizome?!"

[ ✖ ]

Currant pools formed on the wooden table in front of Issea when the power surged back to life. It drew his gaze up to the golden chandelier that reflected green and gray from the monitors, with a nearly unrecognizable mass causing it to move unnatrually.

Nearly unrecognizable.

"Chisa!"

The light brown hair seemed to sway with a familiar bob that once brought joy brought Issea to retch. As soon as he even thought about moving forward, a crash down upon the table knocked him back onto the floor in surprised. Swiftly followed by disbelief. Despair. Issea couldn't even hear what was being spoken to him by the entity on the screen. Every one of his senses dulled except for his vision; He couldn't possibly look away.

To deny or refute the truth right in front of him, would be a disservice to everything they'd been through together. Issea reached for Chisa's hand, cold but it triggered so many warm memories. The contradiction brought his eyes to flood with tears and he could only feel his chest swell and burn.

He would take what hope she held left in her heart and use it to avenge her. To plan a route to the truth, no matter what it took. To take her spirit with him and give her the proper off-seeing that she deserved. She would live on and love in her place, because that is what she'd do for him. Rest assured.

But for now, all he could do was cry.

[nameless-will]

[ ✖ || @vision-bound-muse ]

"Tongue-tied, already? I haven't even done nothing, yet," Marquez teased, laughing off her initial shock. "But yeah, I said what I said. It don't special eyes to see it; You're bad as hell and I'm digging your style."

"It's Marquez, by the way. You got time right now?"

[rainofchains]

✖ - a repressed memory

A repressed memory.

"Again."

A shock. A sudden drop.

His stomach squeezes, struggling to empty its aching chambers, but there's nothing to expel, nothing that could be causing this pain--

"Again."

A shock. A sudden drop.

He's in. All of a sudden, his vision is quadruplicated. Like a broken window, he sees the world in dim and bright shards, sparkling randomly in some unseen light, high above. He is otherwise in a world of darkness.

Searing pain in his head. The locations of the implants burn and burn and he's on the gallows, struggling to force breath through the tubes holding his mouth open. He gags around the intubation and his voice comes out as a high, thin squeak.

"Transferrence signal lost, Executor."

"Come now, my boy. Surely you're stronger than that." The Executor is a pale blue smear. The tears in the boy's eyes muddle his outline, but his eyes, with their fearsome golden glow, pierce into his fluttering heart. With a broad gesture with his great hand, he indicates the shape at the other end of the room.

A metal monster. An insectile nightmare. A creature that, earlier that day, he had seen hauled into the laboratory in a cage. It is sedated now, but only just. It struggles and twitches in its bonds, straining against the staples holding its maw closed.

"Tame this creature," says the soothing, soft voice of the great golden god. "Subdue Sevagoth, and make him the path to your salvation, child. Do not let his savagery control you!"

There's a smile on his face. It is not placid. His voice is calm, but he's full of joy.

"Again."

A shock. A sudden drop.

We feel the hands dragging us down. The voice calling, sweetly and softly, of our mother. Every inch of our skin ripples, twitches, as we feel alien muscle surge with power. The bonds come free easily, like dry weeds. We reach to strike down the god that laughs.

My child. My child.

The Lotus. We wake in her arms. He wakes in her arms. The child wakes in her arms.

"My child," she says softly, "it was only a dream."

[therabidkell]

Here's all the questions I filled out on the Drili, questions from here:

Under a cut because it's long lol.

General Anatomy

✖-----✖

How many limbs do they have? Do they have limbs at all?

4 grasping limbs, 2 walking limbs, 1 balancing limb, and a head.

What kind of body covering do they have, e.g. hair, scales, feathers? How do they clean it? Do they shed this covering constantly, or all at once at certain times? 

They have a calcium carapace, and clean it through allogrooming or a water solution that's similar, they shed different parts consistently over a cycle that allows only one weak spot at a time.

Can they maintain a constant body temperature? If not, how do they deal with changing environmental temperatures? 

Yes, their blood slowly can aclimate to near any tempearture.

What kind of habitat do they live in? Both specific habitat, and broader such as on land vs in water.

They live in forested lake areas, but can live in most environments as long as adequate hydration is available.

What resource(s) is the most necessary and urgent for them? E.g. for many animals, but not all, it’s water.

Water and calcium, Water to keep hydrated and calcium to keep their carapace from getting to weak and collapsing.

What are some common mutations? E.g. eye colours, ability to digest lactose in humans.

Any pigment mutation in eyes, skin, and carapace, ex. Vitiligo, Albinism.

What injuries or illnesses are considered disabling? 

Along with Deafness, Muteness, and Blindness they can have the Inability to digest Calcium as a disability. For Illnesses, along with autoimmune illnesses/disorders they can have a carapace-thinning disorder/illness, which limits calcium processing and makes it difficult to walk and using their limbs.

✖-----✖

Senses

❤-----❤

What senses do they have? E.g. sight, smell, electroreception, etc.

Touch, Taste, Hearing, Partial infrared vision with mainly color vision, Pheromones.

How good are those senses?

Their infrared vision is weaker than their color vision, only highlighting things that are hotter, their taste is there but weak, their other senses are basic with pheromone detection being slightly better.

Which of their sense/s do they use the most in everyday life?

Hearing and pheromones, for communication.

❤-----❤

Movement 

☀-----☀

How do they move? Do they walk, crawl, fly, etc? 

They can walk, crawl, and climb, they mainly walk on two limbs.

What is their speed and endurance like? 

They are ambush hunters endurance is low but speed is high, think cheetahs.

How agile are they? 

They are very agile and can run in short but fast bursts of speed

Do they rely mainly on their own bodies for travel, or do they use pack animals and machines? 

It is not uncommon to walk to train their endurance but often they use vehicles.

☀-----☀

Reproduction and Lifecycle 

☁-----☁

How many sexes are there?

2, male and female.

Are there differences between the sexes (ignoring the reproductive system)? 

Females tend to have slimmer and more flexible tails and males tend to have brighter colors.

Do they have a concept of gender? If so, is gender affected by sex, caste, or some other factor?

They do, gender is influenced by size and sex, making four binary genders. Their heights, excluding disorders, range from 6' to 7'.

How do they attract a mate? Do they release a chemical into the air, do an elaborate display, etc?

Taller Drili are expected to seek out one or two of the opposite sex and go through an elaborate courting process.

How long do they live?

Average lifespan is 100 earth-years.

How are young brought into the world? Live birth, eggs, spores, etc?

Eggs are laid by females.

How much parental investment is there? Are there many young with little investment, or few young with a lot of investment (r vs K strategy)? Or is it somewhere in the middle? 

Little thought are given to where eggs are laid as they can survive harsh conditions, but hatchlings are weak and given tons of care that is slowly lessened until they become adults.

What is the usual structure of childcare? Single or multiple parents/related individuals? Communally raised? 

Best example I can give is wolf pack mixed with lion pride, Parents in 2-6 individuals to groups raise their kids with occasional older family members helping.

☁-----☁

Diet and Foodchain

♦-----♦

What is their diet? Are they carnivores, omnivores, frugivores, insectivores, etc?

They are mainly carnivores.

Is their diet very restricted, or can they have a wide range of foods?

They can eat many foods other than meat, it just won't be as good for them.

How often do they eat? What is the culture around mealtimes, if any?

They eat twice a day, one large meal to sustain them through the day and then a smaller but still large meal to carry them through the night.

If they are hunters themselves, what is their attitude to killing other organisms? Are they respectful? Prideful of their kill? Is it completely trivial? 

It's mostly trivial, but most have the mindset of "it was alive too so treat it well.".

If they are hunters, how do they hunt? Are they solitary or packhunters? Are certain members of the group designated to hunt? 

Certain members of their packs are designated hunters, and those hunters usually go and hunt solo but will occasionally hunt in groups for large prey.

Are the results of foraging or hunting shared, or is it everyone for themself?

All food, even junk foods, are shared.

♦-----♦

Body Rhythms

❄-----❄

How often do they sleep?

One long rest through the night everyday.

What time of the day are they most active? Are they nocturnal, diurnal, crepuscular? 

They are diurnal and are most active right after sunrise after mealtime.

Do they generally sleep for one long period a day, multiple shorter periods throughout, or something in between? 

They can sleep in shorter naps through the day if they wish to be up at night, but most decide culturally for one long rest.

Do they have any biological processes that disrupt their life e.g. moulting, reproductive cycles, etc?

Molting is disruptive but mostly just annoying, mating season is a big one but in modern times can be repressed.

If yes, how does their society accommodate for these processes? Does it accommodate them at all?

Molting can be a solo thing but most often friends and family may help an individual, during mating season some jobs may let workers go on a break but most often when not wanting to reproduce the populace takes medicine to repress it.

❄-----❄

Communication

♬-----♬

What is their main method of communication? Sound, visuals, scent, etc? Think about their main sense and how this would affect communication.

Their main method of communication is auditory, but they use pheromones to communicate tone and emotion in their language .

What is their body language like? What small moving parts might aid their body language?

They are very tactile, personal space is trivial to friends and family, to strangers they're more closed off but still friendly. Antennae, secondary arms, and mandibles all work in providing smaller details as they speak in aid with pheromones.

If they have multiple methods of communication, are they all given equal weight, or is one considered higher than others?

Auditory speaking is higher over pheromones, and pheromones are higher over body language.

♬-----♬

Society

☯-----☯

How sociable are they?

They are a very social species.

How are disputes usually settled? Is it more common to be violent or appease the other party? 

Disputes are usually settled by getting someone completely unrelated to the situation to come up with something to appease both parties.

What is the usual size of a community? Do they have communities at all? 

Communities can very vastly in size, it all depends on how many at the top of the order chose to stick together. The lowest a community can be is some parents(2-4) raising the min amount of kids(4) to the largest being multiple groups of parents(2-6) with some of their birthfamily membersraising the max number of kids(10). And that's not bringing into considering bringing friends and adoptive members into the mix.

On the spectrum of individualistic to community-oriented, where do they fall?

Right in the middle, they like individuality but definitely value community values.

Do they have names? If yes, how are these names formed? Are they given by another party or chosen by the individual?

When hatched they are given a name by parents, but once they reach adulthood they are given the option to keep their name or change it.

Do they produce art? What are their main forms of artistic expression? Think about how this will be linked to their main sense(s), communication method, and/or primary manipulators.

They love music, be it raw vocals or only instruments their cultures are rich with music, like how Humans constantly draw and mark where they can Drili constantly make music and share that music to whoever they can.

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[battle-subway-ghost]

✖ - a repressed memory

// all memories are ooc

// (ask game)

The grunt released their grip on his shirt, dropping him onto the snow. His vision was blurred- droplets of scarlet on the white... He didn't even have time to move until a swift kick was delivered to the center of his chest. Paris cried out, attempting to curl in on himself to avoid any further harm. They were talking- he couldn't make out what they were saying.

He noticed someone rummaging through his bag- having been dropped somewhere on the ground earlier. In a panic, he tried to stand- tried to stop them, only for someone to grab him by the hair, slamming him back onto the snow-covered floor. Everything was a haze- it didn't feel real, none of it felt real...

The pressure on his back- a boot? was lifted, suddenly, noisily. He recognized a familiar voice- Lumi?- He lifted his head, the group of Plasma grunts were retreating, a pink Sneasel attempting to chase after them, but it was too late. They were gone.

He could feel his body being carried- more dragged, to a nearby tree, to prop him up. She looked terrified, first looking through her own bag for something, before turning to the scattered contents of his own. He couldn't make out what she was saying- hardly anything, his head was ringing. He could make out the words 'ranger' and 'hospital,' but not much else, until-

"Where's Pixie?.. Oh... Oh, nonono-"

[keikakudori]

☢ What fads/trends are you so over? ✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started? ☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

the salty af munday meme

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

TINY. ASS. ICONS.

I AM NOT EVEN REMOTELY SORRY TO SAY THAT I AM GENUINELY A LITTLE HATEFUL TOWARDS ICONS THAT ARE UNDER 70X70. I HAVE A LARGE MONITOR. YOU HAVE TINY ICONS. I AM NOT GOING TO ZOOM IN TO BEHOLD WHATEVER YOUR ICON IS. I UNDERSTAND PEPLE ENJOY THE AESTHETIC OF TINY ICONS OR SOME PEOPLE WRITE ON MOBILE AND MORE POWER TO YOU IF YOU DO BUT BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY THAT THE EYE STRAIN IS REAL.

i'm not even remotely joking. if i see a too-small icon ( anything under 70x70 ) then i'm not going to bother trying to puzzle it out. small icons are a hellish thing. i want to find out whoever started that trend and just egg their car. it's one of the biggest things for me that i'm absolutely over.

i'm so tired of the minimalism that has crept into the rpc.

like yes that's a very pretty psd you're using just put it on icons that aren't the size of grains of sand. i've seen people make icons as small as 50x50. or, and this one is even worse, 30x30.

please. stop doing that. stop doing that.

also the hyper-crispy psds. like if all i'm seeing is jagged black blobs against violent bursts of color, that's also something i won't bother trying to puzzle out. i'm so over those too, especially when it's slapped onto tiny icons. just the minimalistic quality in general that's slipped into the rpc. shit like this is something that i struggle with and i've got damn good eyes. i can't even imagine what it's like for people who might have vision problems.

this is one fad that i feel NEEDS to go away.

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

honestly, it feels much more like closed circles these days and there's a general faint whiff of paranoia about some things. i think it has to do with the rise of the puritanism that we're seeing more and more in fandoms these days which is both alarming and saddening. it used to be that people didn't have to say "the stuff i write is IC based. this isn't what i believe in/support offline/out of character" because it was understood that people could write awful bastards ( like me! ) and that it was just roleplay.nowadays, it feels like you have to be very deliberate and careful in what you say and do otherwise you'll get people throwing baseless accusations around. i would know. i've been through that myself. cas has been through it. i can imagine other people have done that too. tie in the rise of "omg you're romanticizing X/Y/Z!" that's going on and i'm not surprised it's changing at all. it's honestly rather sad.

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

besides fucking tiny ass icons? i suppose gratuitous purple prose & thesaurus abuse will do it for me. if i have to use a thesaurus for your fancy ass way of saying "she sighed and looked at him before speaking up" then i'm probably going to want to bite you. like i'm trying to get more purple prosey again to some extent because i want to fancy my writing up again, but if i'm reading your writing and it's something like you'd read in Atlas Shrugged or whatnot, then i'm just going to be over here with my face in my hands doing a very muffled yell because sometimes using simple words is much more impactful. but that's just me; honestly, if you're having fun, then do what you want. but i'm still going to just not be very into that kind of writing.

[miyakuli]

Twin Mirror

I don't nod this time

I'm no stranger to the studio's interactive adventures, and they often range from the very good (Life is Strange) to the more conventional (Tell me why). Unfortunately, this one falls into the lower category… and yet we're immersed in a thriller in which our main protagonist tries to solve murders, all with the help of his mind palace, which enables him to reconstruct scenes or anticipate actions. Sounds cool, doesn't it?! if only the script and gameplay had been better worked out…

❤ I'd like to praise the dubbing actors, who succeeded in making their characters far more lively and expressive than their animated models (we'll come back to the animation in another section). ❤ Some interesting staging ideas, though too few and far between. ❤ The scenes between Sam and his double personifying his reason are the most successful; we feel the security of this voice in his head in the face of an increasingly violent and sad society, but we also understand the social isolation he faces by literally remaining immersed in his thoughts. This was really the most pertinent point of the whole game.

+/- In line with my point above, the moments when we plunge into his mind palace are also intriguing, whether to reconstruct scenes, plunge back into his memories, or confront his doubts and fears….but they are few and far between and not sufficiently exploited, even though tackling this theme of the psyche could have led to situations far richer in emotion. +/- The soundtrack includes a few nice songs, but the soundscape is very empty. I don't know if it's to suggest the bleak vision the character has of the city, but it's boring. +/- The scenery is quite beautiful on the whole, with some very successful lighting effects, but not always very detailed, and the characters' animation and expressiveness are really too bland. +/- Some characters are endearing, but none are really developed (no time). For example, Joan, the mature kid with the strong character, I only met her briefly 3 times in the game without having the time to really create a bond with Sam. Anna, with whom we spend the most time, doesn't have the most evolved dialogues with him either (even though, given their shared past, there was room for more intimate moments). In short, they're all quickly forgotten.

✖ The game's biggest problem is its length. 5 short hours to rebuild relationships, investigate (and solve) the death of your best friend and, at the same time, introspect on yourself in the company of an imaginary twin? it's impossible to have time to develop anything. Everything moves too fast, and we never take the time to experience a scene or feel anything. ✖ In general, I have no problem with simplistic interactions between several cinematics. The thing is, these are far too long (and slow) and our actions are rather boring; dialogue and story choices are minimal and exploration never adds much. ✖ How predictable is your script, were the writers uninspired or what? (found culprit second 1)

I can't say I was bored by this game (I didn't have the time to feel it anyway in 5 hours xD), but I didn't really get to enjoy it because I felt a lot of laziness in its writing and gameplay. It started from a good premise, with some nice mental phases, and I think that with more time, we could have come up with something at least interesting. My spiritual twin would advise you to buy it on sale if you're really curious about playing it ;)

➡ My Steam page