#hh starter

[radicheart-a]

"Fuck..."

Both halves of his broken staff are clutched tightly in either hand. His ears are pinned back. Blood gushes from the injury slicing across his chest, staining his suit an even darker shade of red, as well as trickling down from his mouth.

The sound of footsteps draws his attention, making the Radio Demon force his smile a little higher before he lifts his head to see who's approaching. He's assuming it's Adam, so before he even realizes who it really is, he speaks, the radio filter on his voice missing.

"If you're going to finish me off, at least show a little more class."

[doublejango]

Hello! I read your post on being present in roleplaying and it got me curious as I've never done it myself (outside of drama improv, if that even counts, lol), but it's always felt like a formative staple in fandom community even though I've never really understood it.

I wanted to ask a couple of questions if that's okay. Namely, what actually is roleplaying, what it's like, and where one can find a community to try it out.

Otherwise, I thought your post was really good as it also applies to OCs in novels and experiencing real life, so if all else, we can just leave it at that, lol

Aw hi! And thank you, this was so sweet!!!

I mean, I am not an expert on RP or anything, I've only been back on Tumblr since February. I'm also absolutely not an expert on writing, just an enthusiastic lover of spilling words onto the page, so take everything with a grain of salt <3

Roleplaying is basically just shared storytelling. It can take a lot of forms--like LARP, which stands for Live Action Role Play, or tabletop games like D&D. With those, it is a lot like improv acting, I imagine. You have a character, you have parameters, and you shape the story by acting things out as you go--no plan, no script, just doing what feels right for your character while also working to build the "Yes, And" vibes.

Written RP is a lot like that. At least, to me it feels a lot like that. It feels like a game where we both pick our favorite characters and our favorite writing styles, then dive in hard. Maybe we explore whatever aspects of canon (if one or both of us is a canon character) left us howling and sobbing. Maybe we mix worlds--like Blitz hanging out with Cardan, from the Folk of the Air series. Maybe we just become absolute crack monsters. Whatever we do with it, it's essentially collaborative storytelling built on respect of each other's preferences and needs, and love of not just the results, but the process. It's fun, it's like--making a really satisfying with (usually) just one other person.

On tumblr, you can often find roleplaying communities (or RPCs) for just about anything just by checking for relevant tags, like helluva boss rp for me. If there's something you love, there's probably an RPC for it, and if not? There's usually someone who will be interested in checking your character out and talking about inspiration with you.

A lot of RPers--most, from what I have seen--will have a pinned post on their blog that communicates their rules/preferences. For example, since my character is a filth-goblin and a violent little feral monster, I am not okay with the idea of interacting with minors, so I put that in my rules. I'm also very anti-censorship and shaming, so that's in my rules, too. Whatever is most important to you, whatever you know you won't be able to handle in an RP partner, put that in your rules post. If you find the RPC tags for a fandom you like (and Tumblr will often help you with this by promoting other posts and blogs similar to the things you search for, once it figures out that's what you like), you can find roleplayers' blogs and check their rules out to get an idea of what sort of things might be most common, what sort of things other players seem to hope to find in rules.

If the idea of digging into tags overwhelms you, or you take a look around and decide nope, Tumblr RP is not for me, but I still want to try written RP, you can also look for blogs that are designed to help people meet so they can write together, often on Discord. @rphunter is an excellent example of those blogs and can be a great place to start, or even just a way to start seeing how people talk about RP.

TL;DR -- It's like creating fanfiction together (or original fiction, sometimes!), because we love the game, respect each other, and are cheerful nerds who just like to play. Roleplay is a very social hobby, and a lot of fun! If you're curious about it, I hope you give it a try! And hey I may be slow about answering questions, and may just babble and be the worst source ever, but I will always try <3 So please never feel bad for asking.

[isforever]

hit the heart for a short lil starter from valentino, bc he won't stfu in my head jfc dude.

[bcrncoldx]

@mischiefxmuses (sion val palpatine)

"So what's the plan for this evening?" Horatio gave his friend a small smile. "I think a new laser tag place has opened up... could be fun?" It wasn't something Horatio did all too often, but he enjoyed it when he did. It sparked something familiar in his brain, but he could never work out what. "I may be nice and let you win this time."

[themcst]

STARTER CALL - Give a lil like/reply if you'd like one. If you have a verse in mind do tell as well as if you're a multi and want a specific character! Length will vary!

[madefate]

LIKE for a striker starter ! - specify what you want or your mileage may vary!

[clown-demon]

((Starter call for Lucifer.. Cross overs are always welcome here.

[littlebadger]

@xluciifer ♡'d for a starter !

ㅤ-` 👻 ´- 【  “ Oh shit.  That portal closed behind me before I could get back, didn't it? ”

[lcftcult]

"So.. does Vox have a.. real mouth? Or is it all j-just.. a picture on the screen?"

[ghostlyrps]

Ghost stretched with a yawn.

Their upper arms were high above their head, lower stretched in front of them. A tear pricked their eye, tongue lolling from their mouth before they shut it, smacking their lips before sticking their pink tongue out.

Normally they'd be dressed formally, always ready to be called into work or go in for a new interview. Always looking their best.

They couldn't be bothered today. The Blood Ball had taken a lot from them energy wise, their social battery was pretty much zero, so they'd called off work and put their phone on "Do Not Disturb", pulled out their largest, loosest, softest sweater- their personal favorite, a blue one with sharks on it- and had thrown on a pair of sweats. They even tied back their neck fur, braiding it to reveal their shoulders and collarbones- shown off by the too-large sweater. They hadn't even bothered with their binder- didn't give enough of a shit to.

Didn't really matter. What did matter was they were out for the day, despite not wanting to be. They were going to grab some stuff from the store- shit for dinner, some soda and maybe some sweets or snacks for later, get some food from the nearest fast food place and go home and relax the rest of the day.

Yep. Today was a day to just relax.

[ghstlygrm]

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OPEN STARTER Mid March, 1873 The morning after Archibald's arrival St. James Park

Estando a temporada social para se iniciar, havia muito para fazer e, ainda assim, Archibald descobriu que não havia horas suficientes no dia para acompanhar o calendário social e os deveres de um conde. Apesar de todas as suas reclamações internas, St. John precisava de uma condessa e para conseguir uma, bem, era preciso participar da sociedade. A maneira mais eficaz de clarear a mente era uma caminha tranquila pela e a cidade tinha alguns dos melhores parques do país.

Caminhando por St. James Park, Archie aproveitou bastante o sol. Ele observou enquanto outros já haviam começado a passear, ele odiava cair nas tendências da alta sociedade, mas enquanto as pessoas passava, ele ficava absorto nos últimos escândalos. Ele ergueu os olhos quando seu nome foi chamado, percebendo que havia sido um pouco rude, pois a pessoa parecia estar esperando sua resposta. Archibald limpou a garganta. — "Minhas desculpas," — disse ele com um sorriso — "Me encontrava distraído e por isso sinto muito. Gostaria de se sentar?"

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[illwilled]

@silencedglaive . starter .

he would deny claim to any heartstrings , yet her fervid sear of enthusiasm doesn’t leave him completely indifferent . he is esurient for such uncomplicated trust . after lifetimes’ worth of her bitterness , it is a gulp of sugared air for a suffocated man — it is but a hapless , intrinsic reflex to sip greedily , once proffered . ( eyes dissociate as memories glaze by : the playful lick of flames as un - godly eyes sear an impression against his blackened soul . how had she appeared before him ? a spectre , a husk — vengeful / anguished / resigned ? through the boiling , umber glow , he doubts whether the recollection is an afterimage , or purely part of distant desires . he doesn’t remember now . her small , bony appendages clinging to the crook of his arm , innocuous touch , nescient to the destruction caused to her by that very limb . his fingers climb into the grooves of hers , unbidden — a momentary respite from the merciless tumult of time .

“ do you believe in fated encounters ? ” he asks , diminutively . footsteps reverb as he ventures to study the gaze of gold-ornate mother mary . she maintains that soulless gaze whilst documenting their brief convergence within this vast scheme of history . contextualized so , he wonders if these infinitesimal actions matter , or if the pair of them are fated to ebb and wane ad infinitum . finally , he turns back to survey her . a slant of light bathes him faint red , & a flicker of vision wagers to yield the devil’s image . “ you question how you know me : in truth , there are too many instances to note . all i know … is that we are brought together in countless ways , always to the bitter end . ”

“ & what do you remember ? ” he asks . he too , discovers a yearning to cross -examine the core of his reminiscence , to view their bloody past anew through violent eyes . he wants to collect and stow away the innate sum of her disorganized parts , as if such exercise would allow him to manifest an understanding of her : this constant , puzzling motif in parallel to his endless existence . he refuses to interpret it as a coincidence . she claims to know him ( and she does , maybe better than he knows himself ) , yet she remains a mystery to him . pretense peeled like flesh from bone , he asks her gravely , in a genuine search , “ do you know who you truly are ? ”

[bcrncoldx]

@rainbowmuses (archie kennedy)

Having checked the table plan by the entrance to the reception, Horatio made his way over to the table to sit down. There was something about weddings that always made him... uneasy, he supposed. Although he couldn't quite work out why that was. "So do you know the bride or the groom?" He asked the guest next to him as he sat down. Perhaps there would be interesting enough company. If he was correct in his thinking, the table was the only one that was completely made up of guests who had come alone. "I work with the groom."

[hellfrczencver]

Hi, yes, he's sobbing over his missing alternate—

[witchoflegends]

[9741ko]

" Precisa de ajuda medica? "