#boat troll rp

[hskinhome]

A stimboard for an Enkidi Galgal introject using shipwrecks, sea slugs, lightning striking water, and electricity

Art by @jumpingjacktrash

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[12thperigeeball]

is there a drawn out map of the mansion ?? it would be great to have for plotting and stuff

Hi anon!

So i'm gonna be upfront - ever since we got this like 5 days ago, I have been trying very hard to figure out and draw out a rough idea of what I believe the ball looks like.

Unfortunately, I have failed. I am not a skilled architect to place my ideas on paper and make it look workable

SO, TEXT DESCRIPTION IT IS. The ball has always left the grounds amorphous, so people have the flexibility to headcanon in what they need or want to have at a ball, as well as allow people to create their own backdrops for their RPs that they need (such as hedge mazes, kitchens, VIP rooms, secret evil bunker lair under the mansion, whatever!) to achieve whatever their RP threads aim to do!

Here are some things to keep in mind, under the cut:

Canonically, the ball is held in a mansion tucked away at the base of a valley between two mountains near a major city. Far enough away to sell the illusion of being removed from society, yet close enough that it isn't difficult for even the lowest caste of troll to hitch a ride there. The mansion itself is large, with a U shape that hugs a small lake that has pooled in the valley. This leaves the ball with a lovely view of the water and privacy for those who will stay there. The lake itself is swimmable, and has a handful of boats that allow people to traverse it for a romantic moment. The boats, however, are limited, so reserve your turn ahead of time!

As of the 12th Perigee Ball 2022, one of the cliffs that surround the lake was destroyed after the ball ended after an unruly guest with a rocket launcher broke the 'no live weapons' rule. Kilran honestly should have seen it coming.

As of 12th Perigee Ball 2023, with the funding of a VERY rich fuschia clown ancestor-in-law, the cliff has been repaired, re-planted with foliage, and the lake even got terraformed into a heart shape, increasing it's appeal to guests.

The mansion is quite lavish on the inside with a custom foyer depicting paintings of the previous ball Kings and Queens leading into a gargantuan, three level ballroom. On the first floor, social areas with tables and couches are placed to facilitate a place to rest, while the second floor is reserved for dancing. A stage where performers and an orchestra can play lies against the back wall, near the doors to reach the wrap around balcony that allows guests to admire the lake.

The third floor is a simple balcony view, where the VIP guests can enjoy the main hall's music and festivities. These are connected to the VIP rooms, with their own dance floors, performance stages, and social areas. These are accessible through elevators and stairs just off of the main dance hall.

Outside of the ballroom is an extensively decorated garden specifically planted and geared towards beautifying a winter landscape. Ice Sculptures are common, as well as semi-private gazebos and pavilions for couples to have their own romantic moments in.

Next to the main ball rooms are the fully furnished dining rooms, which allow trolls to sit either individually or in a group and order from the waiters who will serve them food. When it comes to the feast time, a large table is placed at the front of the main dining rooms where the host and his personal guests sit.

There are multiple bars situated within the dining room, the ball room, and the outside gardens where trolls may order drinks, but alcoholic drinks aren't served until 11PM when the underage trolls are removed from the premise.

The mansion itself has social rooms for trolls to retreat to beyond the ball rooms. These are wings of rooms on the first and second floor, and are filled with crackling fireplaces and sofas for trolls to lounge on along with butlers who can serve them drinks and snacks.

There are further wings of the mansion that are blocked off during ball time. These are the personal bedrooms of the host, his personal guests, and any VIP guests who would prefer to pay to reside at the ball itself for the duration of the ball. They are heavily guarded with physical and digital security and trolls found leaving the allotted public ball grounds are rebuffed back to where they should be.

There are also spa, makeup, and tailoring services and facilities for trolls who rent a room at the mansion.

[platinumtonki]

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[othercat2]

This Just In

Teen!Bel is a precious button. He is actually a cinnamon roll and could actually kill you.

So! Due to a cosmic mishap, Commander Bel from the Space Navy AU has been swapped with Teen! Bel from the main game (or a version of him). After adventures in the dark bowels of the ship, TeenBel befriends a random madtroll who had escaped from the clown cathedral ship that had been recently docked to the Sunslammer.

Bel is currently Cleverly Disguised as a recent transfer from the clown ship. The dork has been working several shifts because no one has thought to send him home to get some goddamn sleep, and Teen!Bel has not thought to mention it. Given a) Bel’s natural jumpiness around adults b) His current age c) His apparent inability to mention when he slept last  the crew is going to have many horrifying theories about Teen!Bel’s “past” on the Horrifying Clown Ship of Horror.

They are all going to be verging slightly pale at the kid by the end of the week.

[n1ghtm3ds]

Why do you want to be some ungodly bovine combination of Soren Hayes and Luna Slater so badly?

First off, I just think Luna is a good artist with a cool style I certainly don't want to BE her with everything shes struggling with but Im proud of her for so much time sober and I look forward to her art posts and general glow-up since addiction. I don't support people bullying her because I think bullying a suicidal homeless girl is morally in the red regardless of how you justify it to urself but im quite thankful that im not in her situation in fact because without the support I had from my mother I easily could have wound up in the same boat as a burned out gifted kid so I sympathize with her and shes been quite nice the times we spoke and we even have a few IRL friends in common and like I said I like her art. But no I don't envy having no degree with no family support no stable living situation a long public history of junky-ing that will scare off most employers and a literal mob holding everything I do or say under the world's cruelest magnifying glass to be ripped apart and examined by trolls who can't even call her out with their names attached and who, at this point, have literally committed sex crimes in the crusade against her.

And I don't want to be Soren, Soren wanted to be me. I knew Soren on a fairly personal level before all the tumblr drama back when they were mostly revolving around the death of the "Danny" character. We talked a lot at that time. My soulmate had just attempted suicide again (although this was before i remembered the abuse) so we bonded over the experience (shortly after sharing my trauma with them, their "Girlfriend" also committed suicide which i believe was the first incarnation of sam but the pic werent Ginger they were some girl with bright red hair and i was once again put in the place of comforter/caretaker at a time when i needed comfort myself which in retrospect was something Soren did a lot). We were also very open about our self harm habits and would share pics but again every time I had an episode Soren had to have one, too, but there were a few occasions where they were really there for me when I needed somebody to talk to who wouldn't judge. That is one thing Soren was 100% honest about, their self harm habit was not a LARP.

I showed them writing of mine including a very dark horror RP that, with teen boys swapped out for girl children (I was a teenager myself so it wasn't pedo-ish or anything like that I was writing about characters my own age) closely resembled their narrative especially the final narrative down to the torture-center being referred to as a "warehouse" they even drop mention of "siblings being put against each other in rigged games" which again closely resembles the plot of a short story I showed them.

I showed them other writing that they ripped off in their earlier narrative to describe their childhood (they specifically mention huffing paint thinner. That is what I used to huff, but my father was a commercial painter so it made sense that I had access to it and mentioned it in my writing. She gives no explanation of how she and Danny, at 9, were able to get their hands on this chemical. Wood/Modeling glue like they huff in Gummo or computer duster would have made more sense, Im convinced that the paint thinner was a detail directly lifted from my writing/our convos). There are a bunch of weird little things like that but like I said we also could have lifted shit from the same 3d6y media/creepypastas that were popular at the time so im not going to bullet point every similarity in the narratives.

We stopped talking around 2012 im not sure if the narrative was a thing at that point (i didnt have a tumblr) but we never talked about CSA it was mostly about suicide/having suicidal friends/being suicidal, and about self harming, that was their hyperfixation at the time. They also didn't talk in that "dreamy" Ginger Bronson style that they used on tumblr, they cursed a lot and like myself went out of their way to sound like a child's idea of what an edgy "masculine" voice would sound like.

I only found the lolcow thread after a friend who had also been active on the MCR forums and remembered "sing it for danny" sent me the link and was horrified.

And I WAS used in the production of CSAM as a child, as unfortunately were/are many children, but like I said it wasn't violent rape or baby-eating like soren describes, it was an adult i trusted (a family friend of my soulmate) gently and friendly instructing us in a way that felt educational and safe and Id already been through so much sexual abuse at that age that more than anything I remember being excited to show off what I already knew how to do rather than traumatized by the experience, which I didnt even remember until my 20s.

Also the whole "Soulmate" thing is mostly just trauma bonding, Soren copied basic traits of trauma bonding and romanticized them for their narrative. My soulmate is not some tragic dead heroin waif, shes a stocky ginger who works as a secretary and has no memory at all of the abuse we experienced as children or really of anything before the age of about 17 or 18. We both grew up in abusive alcoholic households with violent family members so yeah we trauma bonded but more over the scary/unstable home situation we were both in than the few incidents of sexual abuse, those didn't even register in comparison. We made abuse-related art in a notebook that we passed back and forth each day that my mom eventually found, asked me if I was being raped by my father, and then burned while I was at school because it contained shit like blueprints for a baby-killing assembly line factory and rape-machines and similar over the top sick anatomically impossible shit that one would expect from a 3rd grader's attempt to be shocking, and never told my mom that some of the drawings were my soulmates bc I didnt want her to get in trouble. We were sexually active with one another until later elementary school when we learned in church (we were raised in the same cult) what gay was and that it was bad so we stopped. But she never ate her own clit or got a coat hanger abortion, we were both just sad little children whose mental illness was starting to come out and alienate us from our peers at the same time as we were living in both a cult and individual abusive home situations. So yeah there was absolutely trauma-bonding but i never had my vagina electrocuted with barbed wire because she bit somebody on the dick while she was put into a danganronpa contraption. If i wanted to make up some catastrophic lie of a backstory it would be a lot more interesting and sensationalized than "I was touched by a series of older boys, used in CP one summer, and was sexually assaulted 3 times in my teens" im a fucking horror writer I could come up with a lot better than that if I wanted to make up a lie.

The fact that Soren told so many lies does not make the true stories of survivors any less true. No, I did not live through a 2000s RP forum edge-contest escalation type story (which I kind of miss those edgy RPs, it was fun to be in friendly competition with another writer for who could respond with the most shocking thing) but I did live through real abuse and am a CSEM survivor both from videos taken of me during childhood and material of myself that I shared on fetlife as a teen. Most of my trauma though, like I said, comes from growing up in an abusive alcoholic household with a father who threatened to kill us with the guns he had in the basement and passed out at school functions, not from sexual abuse, I didnt even remember the sexual abuse until my teens and didnt fully (or as fully as I know) recall it until my 20s. Thats one of the main reasons i stopped using acid, I had a trip a few years ago that opened the floodgates because i too-specifically remembered the texture of a certain toy. Soren LARPed a cartoon exaggeration of the kind of CPTSD that I actually live with. I also don't claim to have 1000 alters (I have dd-noes so I switch "characters" in a way but its more of a result of autistic ability fluxuation than trauma and I don't act like my modes are separate people). But yeah like I said if anything Soren wanted to be me, not the other way around. And again, because I think this needs repeating, the fact that Soren so obviously lied does not mean that anybody claiming to have survived abuse is lying.

CSA is an epidemic, there are hundreds of thousands of us. I've just been honest about my lived experiences, like I said if I were going to make something up I would have made up something significantly more scandalous/entertaining/shocking/heart wrenching The most sensational abuse I went through was my piece of shit uncle burned me with a cig once when I was a toddler and on another occasion around the same time pushed me down the basement steps, or the one time my drunk father slapped me with an open hand and I ran away for 3 days in February in a t-shirt and jeans and no jacket at 16 and hid out in a movie theater.

Finally I was not targeted by some pizzagate warehouse, my abusers for the most part were either peers in my teens or older children in my childhood and it was a series of unconnected incidents not one giant conspiracy, my dad didn't supervise me around his friend's sons as a child because hed go over his friend's houses under the guise of taking me to a playdate as an excuse to spend the afternoon locked up in the master bedroom doing coke behind my moms back and thats how/where the bulk of my earliest abuse occurred, which set me on a path to be open to sexually experimenting with older neighborhood boys who gave me treats in exchange and said they were my boyfriend once we moved right before kindergarten. There was a questionable incident with a father who volunteered at my pre-school and another with a bus driver who was obsessed with "checking the seatbelts" of the little girls and plenty of general male creepiness that every little girl faces but as far as CSA goes my story does not only not resemble Soren's in any way (other than the single detail of being abused alongside a friend), but Im sure it resembles plenty of other real stories that soren could have seen and taken "inspiration" from.

But Im a tall depressed edge-obsessed white drug addict with an art degree and an extensive history of SA who, with a binder or a big t-shirt, passes pretty flawlessly as male. If anything, Soren wanted to be ME, not the other way around. Id never want to be somebody who was plagued with those kind of thoughts of children, POCD is one of the reasons I agreed to go on the medication that made me gain 100lbs in 3 months, because I wanted the intrusive thoughts to stop I didn't make fanfic of them and obsess on them to the point that they became fantasy. I do envy some of their prose in certain posts/captions but ive since been told that a lot of them were plagiarized so no I don't want to be Soren either.

Can't I just be horrible on my own without being accused of imitating people?

[galacticnova3]

Ok but the image you used in that ask. Prince Fluff Gets Trolled

GOD YEAH I have no idea how I managed to get so close to capturing the vibe I was just rushing to draw him stumbling upon the two noats (not boats) and being thoroughly revolted because of an rp. Said rp is also the context behind the *drinks pond water* message screenshot

Pince Fuck witnesses a crime(the crime is Iru drinking pond water from an I-❤️-MILFS straw made of himself)

[scarfacemarston]

yeah. I was in your server and it's dead too. I don't know why you keep inviting people to the server. It's beating a dead horse.

LONG POST: I wondered when I get one of these. Sometimes servers do die out. It happens and there is sometimes nothing you can do about it. I'm not sure how much of a troll post this is or isn't. However, I have had people mention that they missed places to Rp which is why I have been trying again. We're also in the middle of the pandemic where most people in general are depressed/dealing with a lot of IRL stuff and don't have the energy to be more than lurkers. Health and IRL stuff always comes first. I am in at least 7 red dead redemption servers and let me tell you, they are all either slow or dead. So while it comes across that you're insulting the server I once helped run, I have tried my best and I know the current admin and mod team have tried their best.  Many other servers are in the same boat. Additionally, people talk about how it's dead, but there are attempts. People don't respond to either A. people who are staring conversations whether it's a get to know you thing, normal every day talk or red dead talk. B. Prompts /activities to get to know your characters or the characters you want to roleplay as, questions of the day, short mini rp threads, etc... C. Offers of movies/games streaming and voice chat. I've seen multiple people try to set up conversations with me being one of them. You can't force people to talk. It's disappointing, but you can't. However anon, if you're still in the server, you could also try starting conversations or responding when you see them. If you're not, well then why leave an anon like this anyway? But again, I'm in servers over a 100 who are slow to mid sized servers that are completely dead to smaller once popular servers that may as well be dead. That's just how it is in this fandom for whatever reason. It's also what I have heard from my friends who are in different servers. Active for a while, then slow or they die completely. Important addition: Some red dead servres get created, have a boom and then die. It reminds me of boom towns during the gold rush. More importantly, with the level of literally unhinged people I know or know of, it’s very hard to avoid those people and it’s akward to be there with that person - or hell, even triggering for me sometimes. That, and if it gets bad enough, it’s difficult andembarassing to go to admins and mods and “Oh they harassed me horribly” type of thing, regardless of what happened. For me, I literally avoid people who had tried to attack me in real life. I know multiple other peole on tumblr who will never join a server on discord because they have either been horribly tormented on tumblr and don’t want to experieince it on discord, or have heard how terrible it is on a lot of servers and want to avoid it. This is what I was referring to when I was talking about how to make friends. If I could fix the rp servers, I would immediately. If there were more laid back servers of friendly people, I would do it because everyone is lonely right now. But I really think this anon is a little rude. 

[bucketogrubsarchive]

Just around the river bend open rp

Having woken up early as she usually does every other day. Calice went out her evening tending to her garden and tidying her hive before making a small shopping list of what she needs from the market. Still picking out small bits of glitter from behind her fin and hair, why in the world would someone create something so small and irritating she may never know. While she was checking on her garden, cursing under her breath to see some of her herbs were trampled by some sort of visitor during the daytime. 

Then she noticed her boat was untied and about to float down the river again. Rolling up her sleeves, Calice hurried out into the water and fetched it. Not one of her best mornings, but something she shouldn’t grumble about. At least she didn’t lose the damn thing. It would really take a bite out of her savings if she had lost it, row boats aren’t cheap and she only had lost one already. 

Once she was cleaned and fully dressed, the quiet river dweller tied her scarf around her head to hide her fins. Thinking maybe this outing at the shops would turn this day around. Who knows she could find some paints she would need. After traveling up the old trail to the main road. The olive continued to make her way to the town near her, so far she made a few good purchases for the garden, as she looked around for any good produce she could use to make a few meals for herself. She couldn’t help but feel like someone was looking at her. Turning her head she looked at the unknown troll who was staring at her. Wondering if they wanted the item she is standing in front of. 

“ Um H3llo? Can I h3lp you with som3thing?”

[kainfamilyfortune]

Silas - Journal Entry #35-37

Fading.

35.

The snowfall here in Rustberg has been no less than awe inspiring, pure and beautiful. I am happy that ‘bone-chilling’ doesn’t apply to me anymore on these crisp winter mornings. I take walks in this far away village that I never would had visited unless it weren’t for these dire circumstances that lay before me. Conspiring? How could they think that? We simply aimed to educated and let others of my kind know that there was far more than servitude towards war. That there is a living breathing world out here - that with enough time and patience that a small group of us could be accepted for who we were versus whom we served. Not having to be exiled or shunned into the abyss. Or... so we thought. I think of what I could had changed, if I had not been deployed to Pandaria prior to meetings with the Alliance. It seems like a lifetime ago that Parqual wrote to us the great news... that we were finally making a stance. Progress. I shuddered, looking above to the snow drifting out from the tree line with my essence seeming to follow.

In the last few days I was told of a delay, as Cere kept me informed on Kyvalta’s condition, the crew member who injured himself - I continuously offered my services, but it was quickly shot down. She seemed wary, as if she were hiding something, but I could not judge what I could not see. It could be that she was in distress over her friend. Only time would tell. I would walk the nature trail in the mornings to wait out each passing day, making my way to and from the Heart of the Raven Inn, and spending the afternoons writing by the fire, taking in conversations with staff and patrons alike. The pace here was slow, which was a welcome feeling to all that has transpired over the last few months.

Night would eventually find everyone, as I lay awake in the comfort of the simple suite I had been staying in - my mind drifting towards the light. I am growing more powerful, this much I cannot deny. The dust fragments out from me. I can feel it’s ebb and flow as I attempt to control my form. The burning pain in my soul resists the action but I push my mind past it. I can do this. I can. It feels like solar flares erupting from a star - chaos and then I see it. I see the point, no a thread. I reach to grasp it but it is just slightly out of reach, as the pain ensues, I feel shadow whispering to let go, but I cannot. I must keep going. In an instant that I extend my arm forward and grab the thread in a sudden motion, order is restored. I see light surrounding me in ever tangling web, locked in time and space, and I felt no pain for the first time since I was raised.

The shimmering expanse of my form surrounded me. I could be anything or anyone. I had control for the first time. I could feel every particle, see it and move it. Shape it. It was like painting my body into something new. I had ascended... But it was short lived, as the pain struck me down. Bone dust scattered on the bed that I meditated upon and I came back to reality, feeling as though I had been scorched by a million fires. I looked down at the dust that had once been a part of me. Attempting communication with it to come back to me but it was no longer glowing with the light. It had become inert and I began to panic as I came to realize that I would fade into nothing but dust.

36.

I did not delve into this new found power in the days following. Allowing myself a reprieve from future sessions. I would surely lose myself. Literally. I continued my routine - walks on the nature trail in the morning, spending time in the tavern in the afternoon, and writing until the next morning. Until I got a knock on the door one night, in which I was greeted by a somewhat disgruntled Cere. She seemed to rush as she told me to help her at the docks, as they were ready to go. At this hour though? I told her to tell the crew that they could rest for the night and we could ship off tomorrow but she insisted that there was no time. So I packed what little I brought and laid some coin for the maid on the nightstand and we headed towards the docks.

I can tell you that this was not my last night in Rustberg village. I can also tell you that what I found when we approached the dock was not something I wanted to see at all... A Troll man and Orcish woman, although she looked like a half breed, dressed in red painted iron, adorned with spikes, smiling towards me as they were about to cash in on the bounty that would set them up for all the grog in Orgimmar they could drink for the next year. Behind them, the crew I thought I trusted and I felt the jagged edge of a knife in the small of my back. Cere grasped my shoulder with her free hand and pushed me forward towards my fate.

My initial panic subsided as I put my faith in the light, breathing in slowly and my eyes flashed. My form began to glow as holy fire erupted from my palms and shot out towards my pursuers. Focusing in on the brutes, I smited them both where they stood, ducking as the Troll swung his great ax above me. I began to smell burning flesh and fire as I dodged another lethal blow from behind, Cere’s dagger missing by mere inches, I grasped my ceremonial knife and cut across her legs, immobilizing her as the remaining crew attempted to dog pile. With another flash of light, I waved my arm across the sky in a divine shield letting the crew ricochet off of it and into the crocodile infested waters. Finally it was just the Half-breed.

She stood across on the dock holding a maul in one hand and buckler shield in the other. Flames smoldering the dilapidated wood of the dock and a portion of her armor, this was in stark contrast to the snow fall and and moonlight that cascaded off the no longer still water. The crocodiles have found their next meals. She charged swinging the maul wildly, and I knew that this was it. I jumped instinctively and I found myself floating above her. Flying, angelic wings sprung from my back. I was in a slight bit a shock before the Orc screamed and I channeled my hands together into a ball of light, throwing it down to her, burning any trace of her existence. I floated down to the bleeding form of Cere, as she held loose cloth to her legs attempting to stop the bleeding. I simply looked to her and stared. Finally after a long moment in silence I asked her “Why?” Untying the ropes docking both the boat I had arrived on from Pandaria and the smaller horde vessel as I pushed both out to sea.

She winced in a sharp pain, “Because. We didn’t know you were worth that. We wanted our take. Horde or not. We take what we can get out here.” Her voice trailed, no longer seeking remorse it seemed. The fires quenched around the dock as the snow continued to fall and the village remained silent within the night. I watched her body bleed out and freeze, finally pushing it into the harbor. Something so cold that I normally would never wish upon anyone, but I was about to die. This was self-defense. I stood there until dawn, the only traces of the battle was small scorch marks upon the dock which were quickly covered in mud by workers filing in for shipments for the town.

My conscious was heavy and body was drained. I did not leave my room in the inn. The coin that I laid out on my night stand, collected some dust in the following days. I got a knock from room service every day to check to see if I was alright, in the days following and I did not dare leave. Simply replying that I did not require any services. My monotone voice lost all righteous vindication, and I felt like I needed to repent for the blood I spilled. 

37.

I finally gained the energy to continue my routine. It had been a week since I had moved, my bones groaned and popped as made my way down the stairs of the inn. Not stopping to chat with the staff. Making my way as fast as I could towards the tree line. I stared at the forest for a moment before entering feeling the wave of guilt. I spoke aloud to anyone at this point. Attempting to repent for what I had done. I prayed, clutching my cloth to offer some sort of collateral in exchange for these feelings to go away. The self hatred. The guilt. The anger. I so desperately wished for this power all my life, but I too wanted control. Pain lies in the balance.

I felt as though a presence was attempting to reach out to me but it was like the thread of light I grasped before, just in the distance. I scanned the surrounding trees, morning light filtering through the canopy as I paused hearing the crunching of snow. I could see her. A little human girl, maybe six or seven years old, peering behind the tree she was hiding from then quickly diving back behind the tree when she knew that I caught sight of her. “Hey, you. Stop.”, I called out, as she let out a soft giggle and began running down the trail. I chased after her and I could hear the echo down the trail, as I hastily tried to keep up. She led me up the hill and through a dense portion of brush, light, she was fast. I had to catch myself as she guided me up the sheer rock face. I heard the laughter so close, it was as if she were right next to me but she wasn’t there. She was in my head. In my imagination.

I scaled down the hill, back onto the path, making my way back to the inn, where I was greeted by the staff, letting the drinks carry me elsewhere, the rhythmic guitar from @perchedon taking me far away from these visions and bloodshed. I wondered if my colleague’s even knew that they were being hunted down in the same fashion that I was. I needed to expedite my travels to Eversong Forest. I needed someone to trust fully this time around.

And that’s when she found me.

OOC: Thank you again to @heartoftheravenwra for hosting Silas for three weeks, again the Monday Night Mixers are fantastic if you are looking for a lovely faction neutral hangout (Minus the violence of course)! I will continue this ASAP - currently attempting to piece together some RP opportunities for this story-line so if you wish to get involved please do not hesitate to hit me up here or send me some in-game mail, Silaskain-Wra. Open to both making alliances and hostile encounters!Thanks! =3

[koszmar-zycie]

📝 Is the muse cooperative or do they like to take the wheel when it comes to threads?, 🌌 If you and your muse swapped places for a day how screwed would you be?, and🔒 What’s one thing about your muse that you still can’t figure out? For all three!

📝 Is the muse cooperative or do they like to take the wheel when it comes to threads?

Ja’Zara: Ja’Zara is probably pretty cooperative, but also because despite being feisty, she’s also surprisingly chill. Probably that cat-like nature that ties into her tiger form so tightly! I find that writing for her is easy, and it’s a really nice split between my own ideas and hopes for her, as much as it is just writing and her character driving it as it goes. That being said, she hasn’t had an actual RP partner yet! Just a couple asks.

Xiuying: Xiu! Xiu is quite similar to Ja’Zara, but mostly because her whole thing is being cool and calm. Even for bouncier RP or writing, when she lets her energy run the show, it’s really easy to just be totally cooperative. I suppose in that regard I’d say she’s way more cooperative, but there’s no shortage of her taking the wheel! Especially if her favorite Jadeblossom is involved. ;) ( @jadeblossom-journeys)

Willow: Willow is... powerful. LOL She’s also one who’s had VERY limited RP exposure. Being really only one short lived RP with a friend. Now, that being said, any writing involving her is very active, even when lazy. It kind of makes sense for her personality, but Willow seems to always just “happen” whenever she’s involved, so I’d have to put her on the “takes the wheel” end. lol We have the whole spectrum with these three!

🌌 If you and your muse swapped places for a day how screwed would you be?

Ja’Zara: Oh heck, I’d be pretty rightly screwed. I mean, if we’re talking responsibilities and such, it’s not soooo bad. She mostly wanders and does her best to serve the Troll people as a whole, and chiefly her chosen Loa, Gonk. If it’s a literal swap and it’s just me, then I’d have to like... tend a shrine or something. Because there’s no way I’m wandering off to serve Gonk or the Trolls as I am as a human. LOL If I had her powers, or it was a body swap? Sure, that’d be fun. lol

Xiuying: Not very! This one would be great! Okay, so maybe having to live up to a master martial artist and healer wouldn’t be great (I ranked yellow belt tops LOL), but I get to hang out with a ton of Pandaren. The friendliness and food would be great to keep me happy. I’d also be totally content helping at one of the monasteries to clean or something.

Willow: Definitely, undeniably screwed. Willow is nimble, athletic, quick, and undead. I uh... could NOT keep up with her duties as a Deathstalker, let alone as an undead in general. Unlike Xiu or Ja’Zara, I don’t really think there’s any way I can twist it into my favor. 

🔒 What’s one thing about your muse that you still can’t figure out?

Ja’Zara: Honestly, it’s the little headcanons. I’ve got a number of little things for my others; Xiu loves seafood, fishing, rafting/boating, rough ancestral crafts (necklaces etc), child-like fun, etc... or how Taima is a woodcarver, or Adra’mal is a fisherman (secretly)… but for Ja’Zara, I haven’t really been able to come up with any little hobbies or quirks that really seem “her” yet.

Xiuying: Xiuying is pretty well rounded out. The benefit with Xiuying is that her character is a simple one, where she has good depth, but doesn’t need a very strong motivation or goal. She lives pretty strongly tied to traditional Pandaren cultural and temple teachings. Her quirks and little things are pretty decently flushed out, and I know how I like writing her actions and words. I can’t really think of anything that would need working out, to be perfectly honest!

Willow: For Willow it’s a little bit of everything, but in a very light sense. I love what I’ve got in mind for her, but because she’s only had one very short RP encounter, there’s not really been any time to properly interact or develop. I know exactly who and how she is; I just need to get some RP with her so that I can figure out WHERE she is. If that makes sense!

Thank you @stonestridernerd! That was a lot, and fun and interesting for me to get to think about!

[shenanigansandtriumph]

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Ooo! UH.... Let’s see....trollian-tarot is someone I’ve recently started following that has a lot of real cool characters. It sounds like they’re kind of in the same boat as me, they left for a wwhile, and now they’re back. Time will tell if they’re good, but I will boost till I can boost no more.Kos7ik-krea7ions is also someone I just started following, and their characters seem HELLA nice. I think they have one of the highbloods that’ll be helping out at the Warmblood Festival, which I am super excited for.Berikittrollls is also awesome, I remember them being one of my Homestuck RP senpais back in the day, they have AMAZING trolls, and they’re a wonderful writer.(I know the thing only said one, but I don’t know how many of these I’ll get, and so many people deserve praise.)

[stormxpadme]

RIP Daniel

Also it’s one of these times I really don’t want to live on this planet anymore. Here you got a bisexual young singer, once contestant of the first season of the German “American Idol”, a singer who’s now in his mid-thirties and from the looks of it just realized he’s genderfluid and might have been thinking about a gender change. He always was a mediocre singer and the season clown and went through the whole I'm A Celebrity...Get Me Out Of Here! bullshit ... And then pulled himself up and got successful with other business. He’s still interested in showbusiness though, so he attends an acting school where according to rumors he gets bullied for months. Yesterday the guy jumped off a fucking AIDA cruiser for all that has been confirmed, just outside Newfoundland, and just now they stopped looking for him because there’s no chance of survival.

All I can think of since yesterday is that another clown after Robin William lost the battle to his own demons. And people on twitter are busy making memes about how he landed on a refugee life boat, and he’s fine, or how men who wear woman’s clothes are sick in the head from the start. Just give me a fucking rp to distract me before I do something really stupid. Feeding trolls just never satisfies.

I didn’t particularly like the guy’s art myself but I feel deeply sorry for the family of Daniel Küblböck and I hope he finds peace.

[wolfraged-blog]

✧ Do you agree with reblog karma or is it forced interaction?

Munday Symbol Questions.

✧ Do you agree with reblog karma or is it forced interaction?

I’m so sorry that I royally suck at RP lingo D; and please correct me if I’ve got the wrong concept. (like, please. I don’t wanna look like a fool.)

But Reblog Karma - where, in simple terms means: if you want to reblog a meme I posted, you gotta send me something from that meme if you want to reblog it? 

I don’t know if it’s that I agree with it but that it’s I don’t believe in it. So, no. I do not believe in reblog-karma. I do believe that it is forced-interactions. 

PLEASE feel free to always reblog a meme I’ve posted, there’s NEVER a requirement to send me one in order to reblog it. 

Before I get attacked, I’ll just throw out my two cents on that. This is just MY honest view on it from MY perspective, for MY partners. Please don’t take too much offense to this (because I know someone out there is gonna get upset about this).

First of all, here’s my main thing: I’m not the creator of that meme to say who can and CANNOT reblog the meme. I know that users can simply just click the posters page and then reblog it from there. But this leads to my OTHER point – if I did believe in Reblog-Karma, I feel that it would put an unfriendly and unapproachable stint on the atmosphere of my blog. Even though, I don’t feel that way when I visit others blogs that DO believe in that. See? It’s just a personal thing for me. 

Second of all and probably my BIGGEST thing about reblog-karma is, I don’t think its EVER okay to force a mun/muse to interact with yours.  EVER. Sometimes, people follow because they like someone’s character content. It’s fun to read them and everything, but the thing is, the MUN might like that character but the muse doesn't wish to interact with that other muse. And in my opinion, again, that is 100% okay with me.  If you’re following me because you like the content but don’t wish to interact, it’s always okay with me. You don’t have to have interacted with me, in order to reblog the meme, either. 

Fourthly, my other point in Forced Interaction is, 9/10,  they go unanswered anyway. Chances are, people, send those memes in order to be okayed in reblogging the meme, but then they never get a response because the person that demanded the meme probably doesn’t have muse or their muse refuses to interact with that person. 

Finally, here’s another thing. AND THIS IS JUST TO ME, PERSONALLY. My OWN opinion. I’ve STILL seen people get upset that someone reblogged from the source, but here’s the thing for ME. Some characters just don’t fit certain memes. If that makes sense? In other terms, some writers may feel that some context doesn’t fit being said to a certain character. It feels out of character for them, and feeling out of character can actually mess with someones entire muse for a muse. Say MUSE/MUN A ( a hero/heroine, whatever floats your boat here) reblogged a NSFW/Flirtatious, or ANYTHING to do with intimate characters meme and say a THANOS ( I just wanted to give everyone a bad, purple dick visual there. I gotta be a troll SOMEHOW in this shitty post.) wanted to reblog it? So, they reblog from a source but the person they saw it originally appeared from, still gets upset? 

The thing is; it’s NOT to make you feel like shit. In most cases, LIKE MINE,  the muse/mun may not feel COMFORTABLE, as a villain/etc writer giving another mun/muse a meme with a particular context, just to be able to reblog it. And then there’s the receiving Muse’s point of view. For Vali’s case, (going back to my original theory of Thanos sending Muse-A a suggestive theme, just to reblog the meme) if a theoretical-Thanos–or anyone–sent Vali a meme that was suggestive or flirtatious, he would voluntarily set himself on fire and then stand in the center of Muspelheim fire. See? It just doesn’t work for some muses. Angst and drama rp memes aren’t in this example because they are usually the easiest for anyone to reblog. but flirtatious memes and stuff tend to be more challenging. (honestly, I feel like the way I typed this point may not make sense - but I almost couldn’t post this reply without this point. xD) 

Probably RIGHT AFTER I post this, I’ll come up with about a thousand other points, but those are the ones that MAINLY jump into my brain right now. In conclusion, to all my followers/partners? always feel free to reblog a meme from me. You DON’T have to send me one.  I would RATHER you send me one because you want to. 

[getfuckedstayfucked]

callout post for aineedhelp dumbposting majimaguro

@dumbposting @majimaguro since you've been harassing my friends I figured I'd lay this out for you in no uncertain terms. Kyle, if you read this, scroll down to the bottom where there's a screenshot of Charlie literally telling you to die.

Hi Charlie. I deadass had to make a tumblr for this bullshit because your lying has really gotten excessive. I mean really? Telling people you’re 23? Telling people that you were groomed by us? Telling people we forced you to ditch your friends when all you’d do is complain to us about how uncomfortable x person would make you with their requests for sexual roleplay, or their aggressive demeanor, or their shipping wants? Telling people you were abused by us when you clearly have done this more than twice to different friend groups and when one group falls apart you move on to the next and start your predatory cycle all over again???

I can see you do this for every friend group you make, no matter who it is, where they are. You know how I see this? Because you are saying that we did what you told us your old friends were doing - Jasper, Robin, and Merc. You’ve moved the narrative that THEY were sexually abusive groomers/manipulators over to us since your new group of friends doesn’t know about them outside of the parts those new friends (your dear friends who never hurt you ever even though you consistently complain about said new friends behind their backs!) play and now, suddenly, WE were sexually abusive groomers/manipulators because you milked the attention and pity you could get out of us over the awful things you said about Jasper, Robin, and Merc, and in the process you eventually abused the two people who had the patience to stick out that behaviour SO MUCH and for SO LONG that you alienated them. Once they were over how you treated them, then suddenly, they were the bad guys. And you wouldn’t stop rocking the boat because you needed to have your endless little baby tantrum. Now that you’ve pulled the trigger, you can’t unshoot that bullet.

Newsflash? When these people told you THEIR BOUNDARIES - something that amazingly seems to only be valid when you do it - you got pissed at them. When people told you THEY COULDN’T HANDLE SOMETHING - like, oh, you know, detailed descriptions of severe animal trauma/death, or being told repetitively and graphically that you were going to kill yourself/how you were going to do it, they were suddenly awful. Well, you know what? That is textbook manipulation, to use a phrase you seem so fond of. Guilting people for having boundaries and making them feel bad for drawing lines because they want to have a healthy relationship with their friends isn’t bad, you just don’t like it because it means you can no longer do what you want or treat people like crap without repercussions. 

You are a cruel person. You don’t care about anybody but yourself. You are a self-serving, self-driven, emotionless asshole that knows how to twist situations to be in your favor because your favorite tactic is to divide people up from one another so they have less and less outside views of what your treatment is actually like. It takes a lot of practice to be able to do something like you do for so long and so aggressively so I imagine you’ve been doing this for years. You hook someone - or multiple someones - in by being nice and personable and funny and relatable, then you destroy your friend groups by pitting people against one another and when you’ve isolated the people you’re obsessing over, you flip the switch and start to abuse them in private.

And you know what? You are not the victim in this narrative. You are just another abusive jerk who knows you can get that attention from someone somewhere as long as you twist the narrative to fit your ‘I’ve been abused my friends all treat me horribly’ angle. And you know what? I’m sick of you. I’m sick of how you treat my friends, I’m sick of how you treat people in general. You make me sick and if you’re proud of that, that’s not a badge of honor or pride. That means that you are exactly like your father. 

You don’t get to be out here and be like ‘oh no! it was me who was hurt by these people!’ when you're the one harassing them with your nasty, miserable anon hate even though they’ve blocked you time and time again. 

Steven showed me the conversation where you exploded at him for saying he needed a moment, because apparently it’s fucked up to not be able to handle graphic depictions of an animal’s death, and somehow saying that he couldn’t handle that in that moment was a personal attack and he was betraying you by being an unsupportive friend? People have triggers, hunty, you aren’t god’s gift to this earth and you aren’t the only person to have those! HE tried to set his boundaries and what did you do? You shit all over them. You only care about boundaries if they’re your own and if anybody else has one they try to set with you they’re suddenly awful and someone to be tossed aside. 

And you know what else? You forcing Sam to deal with your maladjusted stalking all the time because you’re out here harassing him via tumblr dot com isn't cute. You’re entirely, creepily obsessed with him and irrationally upset that he stood up for himself and got tired of you treating him like your own personal emotional punching-bag. You are a pathetic, vengeful little person who has no life and nothing to do but troll the internet for victims and people you can trick into giving you sympathy until you inevitably wring them dry too and then you abandon them because they won’t give you what you want anymore.

Go fuck yourself. Get fucked, stay fucked. You complained to us and cried to us about Merc and Jasper and Robin and how they either wouldn’t stop bothering you for sexual RP or wouldn’t stop guilting you or pushing you in that direction, or how Robin wouldn’t stop trying to force you to say what she wanted you to say, and now you’re LITERALLY saying that about Steve and Sam? You are not. The fucking. Victim. Here. You are the orchestrator to an amazingly convoluted drama that rotates around you and you alone and I’m sick of this and I’m sick of you and I’m sick of having to hear about the lies you’re posting about my friends.

By the way? You aren’t 23. You are 27 by now! De-aging yourself to seem younger and more vulnerable only works when people don’t know you’re actually older - which, by the way, is SUPER creepy of you to do because it gets you closer to a younger demographic and endears you to them because oh! wow! You’re young and abused just like them! Do you know how fucked up it is to position yourself closer to younger, less experienced, vulnerable people like that? Do you know how fucked up it is to try and net those poor kids with your sob stories and how these ‘bad oldew peopow abewsed yew uwu’ even though that wasn’t the case? It puts you in a position of power and it gives you the reigns in any interactions you have with anybody younger than you and that is creepy and disgusting and you are creepy and disgusting for doing it, especially since your tumblr is filled with a mixture of sfw and 18+ content with zero 18+ follower requirement.

And you know what-- in the same vein, you use your being autistic as a sob story point to make it sound like one more way that you’ve been taken advantage of, but in reality you’re actually the one out here taking advantage of those around you and you’re being ableist while you do it? Wow. Wowiee wow wow.

You infantilize autistic people and say in the process that, in a blanket statement, ALL autistic people can’t fend for themselves or see anything coming at them from a mile away. On top of that, you shit on other autistic people’s special interests? Do you have any idea how many autistic people are out there with special interests focused around kid’s shows, or cartoons in general, or anime, or fandoms? No? Well, here’s a clue: there’s a lot of us (and yes, I am autistic, and yes, I do have special interests involving anime and fandoms, and no, I’m not a predator and I am DEFINITELY not the one out here creepily de-aging themselves to endear themselves to younger people like you are) with special interests ranging from anything from MLP to mushrooms to My Hero Academia (which is, for the record, one of Steve’s special interests, which you shit on him for, you ableist fuck) to Stephen King’s IT and you don’t get to say it’s predatory to have special interests in these areas!!!!!

You are not only perpetuating stereotypes about autistic people but you’re encouraging them because these stereotypes suit you and your current narrative! You’re using the same exact arguments that neurotypicals use! And you know what ELSE? Way to suggest that autistic people who have special interests that aren’t ‘adult’ are predators, too, you nasty little weasel. That’s the kind of narrative that gets autistic people killed!!! How selfish ARE you?

But wait, we really, really aren’t done here. I would really like to address your obsession with accusing people of being groomers and/or predators. 

YOU LITERALLY ROLEPLAYED EDDIE KASPBRACK. YOU ROLEPLAYED HIM AS AGE SIXTEEN AND YOU HAVE DONE SO IN A SEXUAL AND SEXUAL-ADJACENT MANNER. YOU SMUT ROLEPLAYED SEXUAL CONTENT ON A CHARACTER THAT WAS SIXTEEN. YOU ALSO ROLEPLAY AS SHERRY BIRKIN FROM RESIDENT EVIL. SHE IS TEN. YOU CAN’T SAY SHIT. YOU. CAN’T. SAY. SHIT. YOU WROTE SMUT AS UNDERAGE CHARACTERS WHILE USING REAL LIFE UNDERAGE FACECLAIMS AND NOW YOU’RE OUT HERE SAYING THAT SIMPLY WATCHING THESE SHOWS AND BEING INTO THESE FANDOMS IS PEDOPHILIC? I don’t think so. I really, really do not think so.

Saying stuff like ‘reblogging anime posts or gifs or art is child porn’ also belittles and undermines actual CSA/pedophilia victims which is one more tally on the list of fucked up shit you’ve done. Way to be one of those people out there who do their best to divert valuable time and resources that could be spent on actual CSA victims instead of fictional fucking people.

This is a two-way street. You rant about how this is a 13+ site and how adults are responsible for kids in their spaces WHEN THEY HAVE ALREADY GONE TO REASONABLE LENGTHS TO PREVENT MINORS FROM GETTING AT THEIR CONTENT, but you’re always going on about getting high and doing drugs and talking about onlyfans which is AN ADULT SUBSCRIPTION WEBSITE GEARED TOWARDS PEOPLE WHO MAKE PORN OR FETISH CONTENT. You have absolutely ZERO 18+ content warning or follower requirement on your blog! Which is made creepier by the fact that you’ve de-aged yourself by a whole four years, you’re making yourself out to be some kind of abused child who was manipulated by older people, and you’re trying to speak for children. It’s wack. 

For the record, being mentally ill is not an excuse for any of this at all whatsoever. If you hurt someone and you are mentally ill that is still on you. It is on you to learn to live with mental illness and not hurt those around you. When your shitty actions give someone else trauma, that is your fault, and it does have an effect on them, and it does hurt them. Fuck off with that 'no accountability' bullshit you're peddling. That's not how life works. Your actions have affected those around you and it takes a massive amount of willful ignorance to go around acting like you don't fucking know that already, especially considering that other people’s mental illnesses hurt you-- unless you were lying to us about that, too. 

Get some fucking help and get out of our collective DMs........ Or don’t and get high like you always do instead of accepting responsibility for your actions, Mr. 'I'm lucid enough to be able to blame my mental illness for my own behaviour when that bs wouldn't even hold up in court'. Whatever.

I’m done with your shit.

Here's some receipts. Kyle, whoever you are, I suggest you run the fuck away before they start doing to you what they've done to Steve and Sam. Good luck having a friend who non-jokingly says they wish you would die because that is extraordinarily fucked up. 

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Some tea about how you were fed up with the people treating you like shit instead of you being forced to ditch these people 

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[wenamedthedogkylo]

Tagged Yo

Name: Briana, but I go by Bree and sometimes Bryn

Gender: Genderfluid (65% female, 30% nonbinary/other, 5% male)

Star sign: Capricorn

Height: 5′ 8″

sexuality: Bisexual

What image do you have as wallpaper: A pic I took in FFXV of Ardyn which looks like he stole the camera and took a selfie. It’s my lockscreen and my wallpaper.

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?: In like 2nd grade, cause all the boys in my year were trolls and I was sick of them. We don’t talk about it. Or 2nd grade in general, it was a bad year.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years: It’d be nice if I was settled in a successful acting/writing career, but the way things are going who knows.

If you could be anywhere else right now, where?: England. Preferably London. Unless we’re talking, like, LITERALLY anywhere, including places that don’t exist, cause then I’ll take Middle-earth or Eos.

What was your coolest Halloween costume: Uh... hm. Tough. I’m gonna go with my Phantom of the Opera Red Death costume sophomore year of college, because I made the mask myself. It was based on the movie version, obvs, and of course it was far from perfect, but it still turned out awesome and since it was also for a class, I got the highest grade on that mask-making project. So booyah. But in high school, I was Darth Vader, Eric Draven aka The Crow, Batman, and then I was gonna do The Joker (Dark Knight version) but I could only get the makeup and scars and not the suit, so my friend lent me a purple fairy costume and I was a Joker Fairy. I won a costume contest.

What’s your favorite 90s show: Uhhhhhh... I suddenly forgot literally all 90s shows. I didn’t really watch TV in the 90s, so... hang on lemme look some up. Okay uh... Dexter’s Lab, Powerpuff Girls, I really liked those. Um, Freaks & Geeks was pretty good? Oh, Friends is pretty classic. 

Who was your last kiss?: I literally have no idea, it’s been years lmao

Have you ever been stood up?: Not that I can think of, that sort of requires someone to ask you out, ya feel me?

Have you ever been to Las Vegas?: Once, my freshman year of college. My bff from high school’s mom paid for us to go see Avenged Sevenfold at the Hard Rock Café, only it was RIGHT before my very first finals. So obviously I said FUCK IT cause finals week was Thur-Wed, and I didn’t have any finals until Monday at 8:00 AM. So we flew out Friday morning, went to the concert Saturday night, and flew back Sunday. And then I went to my final hating the world but happy for the experience. Since I was still 17 at the time, we didn’t do any gambling or drinking but neither of us wanted to anyway so it was all good.

Favorite pair of shoes: Whichever one I’m wearing the most at any given time lmao

Favorite fruit: Probably mangoes, I really can’t resist them

Favorite book: The Hunchback of Notre Dame, followed closely by the Inferno from The Divine Comedy, Frankenstein, and Dracula.

Stupidest thing you’ve ever done: Only one thing? Jeez. Um. It’s either a) the time I stuck a prop necklace for a play I was doing in a floor socket, nearly electrocuted myself, destroyed the necklace the day before opening, and looked like a moron in front of my cast and crew, all because my brain literally went, “hey, this part of the necklace is flat! I bet it would fit in that slot on the socket!”; b) the time I tried networking at the place I was temping because I wanted them to offer me a permanent job, and ended up so drunk that I passed out on the MAX home, stumbled off a stop, fell over and puked on my boots, and had to be taken to the emergency room; or c) the time I was at a band trip up the river in high school and wanted to swim across the river with my friends, forgetting that I was a scrawny weakling until I was at the mercy of the current, nearly got run over by a jet boat, and was so tired by the time I crawled to the rocks on the other side that they were already ready to go back across, I had to rest, and then almost drowned trying to swim/float my way back over because I was so tired. Straw poll, what do you think was the stupidest?

Hogwarts House: Ravendor, it’s really a 50/50 split at this point

Hours of sleep: Who the hell knows anymore? Usually 6+, often 12 because ~my brain doesn’t work properly~.

Blankets you sleep with: Preferably like one or two sheets, a comforter, and maybe some soft throws on top of that, but I’m not picky anymore.

Favorite Bands: Panic! at the Disco and Fall Out Boy are probably the top right now, also Imagine Dragons and WALK THE MOON probably, and Golden Bough which I’ve listened to literally since I was born. And I guess you could count Vitamin String Quartet. I don’t really listen to music that required bands much...

Favorite Solo artists: I actually listen to more solo artists than bands, but still less than just classical and instrumental. Faves are probably Lady Gaga, David Bowie, The Living Tombstone, Kesha, Andrew Bird, Sia, and Syrano.

Song stuck in my head: O-FUCKING-KAY LET ME TELL YOU, so for the last like two weeks I’ve had three songs cycling through my head and I wanna die. Bitch Better Have My Money (okay, not bad, it’s a fuckin awesome song); Tunak Tunak (SWEAR TO GOD WHY, WHY DID IT COME BACK TO HAUNT ME); and to my utter horror The Living Tombstone’s “W* *r* N*mb*r *n*” remix (I WANT TO FUCKING DIE AND IT’S @chocokweehn‘S FAULT)

Last movie I watched: Alice in Wonderland (1951), I got nostalgic

Why did I create my blog: Someone on the ProBoards RP I was on posted a gif, and I was like 😱 what is this soRCERY? WITCHCRAFT?! And so I boogied over here and just started exploring. And I’ve been here ever since, just cause I liked the format and the reblogging and the Idk the community feel? And now I’m trapped like the rest of you lol.

What do I post: Basically anything I think is worth it. Humor, politics/activism stuff, art (mostly others, sometimes mine), fandom stuff, pretty things, Idk just whatever.

When did I create my blog: Like early 2011? I think February 2011, I’d have to check which I don’t know how to do

Do I have other blogs?: So fuckin many, mostly RP blogs, but the main other ones are @peredhelhathladring, which was my last URL that I wanted to save so I made it a Star Wars only blog (which is funny cause the URL is in Sindarin, a very not-Star Wars language), and @breerps which is my writing/RP/inspiration blog.

Do you get asks?: Now and then.

Following Blogs: 1,836, and honestly so many are probably inactive and I need to go cull them but who has the energy for that

Favorite colors: Dark red, dark purple, black, and gold

Lucky numbers: 7

Instruments: I played flute from 5th grade to I think sophomore or junior of high school, then switched to alto saxophone from then to freshman year of college. I still have my instruments, I just haven’t lived anywhere where I could play them without disturbing other people. I’ve dabbled with piano and guitar for a long time and I have a keyboard that I plunk at sometimes.

What am I wearing: Black t-shirt, black, gray, and pink fuzzy pj pants, and Star Wars socks

Dream job: Actor and writer

Dream trip: Paris, specifically to Notre Dame

Favorite food: Chocolate. Just, yeah... chocolate.

Nationality: American

Followers: 1,441, with blocking all porn blogs lmao

Reasons for your url: Because I’m Star Wars trash, and I was thinking about how Indiana Jones named himself after the dog and was like how funny would it be if Kylo Ren did that?

Tagging: @aceofaces20, @comepraisetheinfanta, @maiievshadowsong, @arcanerogues, @hey-hey-shutthefuckup, uh yeah just whoever wants to

[chowtrolls]

♠️♥️♦️♣️ For the Bru-ster

1. I’m sorry for your bad taste

2. He’s taken in all of those.......

This got a liddol long........Under a readmore !! ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ ♥️ 

His first kismesis is a fuchsia named Cresta, who he is just the most HORRIBLE simp for. Their ship name is Vitamin Sea. Cresta i think is the first pitch Bruuno has had that has not only lasted but been actually good for him? She doesnt let his ego get to his head. But specifically, with previous pitches, he never valued them? He always thought like.. “I’m garbage, but you’re MORE garbage.” Except...Cresta isn’t garbage? She’s talented and angry and he respects her a lot! He also just loves to tease her! He will call her Princess until the end of time....His second (soon to be) kismesis is Cresta’s matesprit, a blue??blood named Caelim. Similarly to Cresta, Bruuno actually DOES think Caelim has value, and he does....sort of respect him. He respects the hustle. The ship name for him n Caelim is Waveform Auto. Bruuno is not looking for any more kismesies.

His matesprit is a goldblood named Hayven! Their ship name is Lovebites! Hayven is just as busy as Bruuno pretends to be is. Hayven is also a good matesprit, well for many many reasons but specifically because they have a lot of trust between them. The thing that really sold Bruuno was that Hayven couldn’t hurt him if she tried. At least, not in his head she couldn’t. So he felt more comfortable exposing his heart to her. And he adores her! She has helped him learn that love doesn’t have to hurt. Bruuno is also fake dating a violet named Armenz, specifically because he wants to keep Hayven safe and out of the spotlight. His ship name w/ Armenz is Shudder Speed. Along with fake dating, Bruuno has a terrible and unfortunate crush on him. Armenz is a different boat entirely, for many different reasons. Armenz isn’t really interested in turning their relationship into anything more than fake. Bruuno’s quads (who know of this crush) give him endless amounts of shit over it. However, Armenz and Hayven are (last i heard) plotted to be moirails, so that’s cute as hell. Bruuno is not looking for any more matesprits.

Moirails, Bruuno’s most plentiful quad. His first was Anguil, who has been his moirail since they were kids. Anguil knew Leo, and MegaDad. They’ve been through a lot together. Anguil knows just how sloppy Bruuno can be, and is probably the one face on the planet that Bruuno feels comfortable being sloppy in front of. His ship name w/ Anguil is Electric Guitar, and they are the third oldest ship. Abanny is Bruuno’s second moirail, she’s a very sweet lime who has been the single biggest stepping stone for him. If Abanny did not exist, Bruuno’s character would have taken an entire 180 with Tori and he probably would have never recovered. His ship name w/ Abanny is Fangirl, because they started entirely as a joke!! An old, mutual friend suggested them and made the ship name as a joke, because Abanny was a fan of his music before she met him. Their rp channel is wonderfully named “fangirl-is-real.” Bruuno doesn’t pick favorites, ever, but if there’s one troll who has had the single most influence on his life, it would be Abanny. His third, and final, moirail is Sonnet! Their ship name is Love, Sonnet. That’s a pun on Love, Simon and a love sonnet. Sonnet has been around for a bit but they never dated until recently. Sonnet is 100% dedicated to dragging Bruuno through life no matter how fucking bad he doesn’t want to be there. Sonnet gets him out, helps him feel safer. Sonnet and Abanny have never seen Bruuno as low or as sloppy as Anguil have, and he’s actually very afraid of that happening. He thinks they wouldn’t love him if they did.  Bruuno is not looking for any more moirails.

His ashen.......aaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAA Feeding Frenzy is the name and being chaotic is the god damn game baby. Meduza is Abanny’s former moirail, former abuser, AND Bubble’s brother! Bruuno, who knows what Meds did, is reasonably ready to kill the man. That’s where Maesun comes into play baby. Mae is literally ONLY there because he finds it INCREDIBLY funny. He finds them so fucking entertaining. Meds removed Abs’ horn so Bruuno removed his arm. Maesun allowed this because “well meds had it coming :/” and then Bruuno and Meds got into ANOTHER fight, Meds clawed Bruuno’s leg with poisoned claws and then Bruuno removed that arm too. Mae allowed it because. Uh. Gore is entertaining :). Meds’ lil claw action is gunna be the reason why Bruuno loses his leg, which u can kinda see on his sprite. Bruuno doesn’t go to the hospital because Fuck That, it gets worse, he loses it, then he meets Caelim (who builds advanced prosthetics!) and thats where Waveform Auto takes off. Do Not Give This Man Any More Of This Quad For The Love Of God.