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;R1999 A Study on Afflatus (I)

Analysis and theories regarding the concept of Afflatus within the universe of Reverse: 1999

if you're from the old r99 news server or the current r99 rp one (or if you've talked to me at any point about r99) then you might know how obsessed I am with afflatus analysis!

so after going feral on my main account about it, and seeing my afflatus thesis drafts just catch dust on my wips, I decided to just open a discussion about it in the fandom! just little by little as I get the thoughts out of my brain!

so yes, this is very much an invitation for people to discuss and theorize about smaller details of the game such as afflatus, medium and other things--there are many fun ways to interpret the way afflatus applies to characters, I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts! ping me in your posts, go feral in the reblogs or comments!

as usual, transcripts were taken from the R1999 Neocities transcript project!

During the first few months of GL's launch, "Afflatus" was generally considered an extradiegetic aspect of the game--a simple mechanic meant to facilitate gameplay for the player, without any relevance to the lore or the plot. Throughout the course of the following patches, namely within the main story, this idea was disproved in many ways, and there were plenty of clues that reinforced its existence in-universe from the very beginning. For the sake of those who have never noticed, I'll do my best to be thorough, but there may be some instances of Afflatus that I missed, feel free to let me know!

The very first time Afflatus is mentioned is in the main story; Chapter 01 - Stage 4 "Chicago Rescue," Sonetto is the one to bring it up during one of the battle tutorials.

Sonetto: That's quite a lot of critters! Timekeeper, we must do something to turn things around now. Remember what the instructor said in class? "Afflatus is a way to hunt in the world." "Observations of the minerals, plants, stars, and beasts as well as our experiences with the spirit and intelligence let us better understand our own existence." Sonetto: Select a proper target for me, Timekeeper. Sonetto: Use an incantation that is strong against the enemy's Afflatus to defeat them more quickly. You can take it from here, Timekeeper.

The fact that this conversation takes place during a game tutorial doesn't instantly render the contents discussed as "just meta," since we've had many different instances of game mechanics being relevant to the overall history and worldbuilding of the setting; Artificial Somnambulism Therapy is both a game mode and a type of therapy developed by Mesmer Jr's family, used extensively within Laplace, as well as a key plot point in Chapter 3 "Nouvelles et Textes pour Rien"; Picrasma Candy is a way for the player to continue playing and an actual medicine for arcanists developed by Medicine Pocket that Argus heavily depends on to use her own arcanum. Bluepoch makes a point to further develop their story through these mechanics, thus it is impossible to separate them from the story itself--battle conversations, daily tidbits, loading screens, items and other details can all be considered canon! Afflatus is no different.

Another early instance of Afflatus occurs in the Tutorial Notebook, which disappears forever once completed--so the following screenshot was taken from this video!

The text reads:

Sometimes, our Afflatus is strong or weak against an enemy. We need to follow this principle and select the proper arcane skills based on the enemy. Strong or weak? Like a cat to a rat? The relationship between different Afflatuses is like the ecological cycle. When your Afflatus is strong against the target's, your incantation will deal more damage. ─ On Afflatus, Chapter 1

The sticky note implies the existence of a book or research on the subject ("On Afflatus, Chapter 1") which, in turn, supports Sonetto's dialogue about the Afflatus lessons she received in SPDM ("Remember what the instructor said in class?"). With this we can understand that Afflatus exists within the world to a degree that allows it to be studied, also eliminating one of the earliest theories in GL about how Vertin is the only person who can perceive Afflatus due to her status as the Timekeeper.

To my knowledge, there are no direct explanations nor clues as to why or how one would discern Afflatus in others as of writing this. What is the point of assigning Afflatus types in-universe? How can it be done? Sadly, I don't have answers to these questions in particular!

But let's analyze our current examples so far.

According to Sonetto's knowledge on the subject, Afflatus encompasses "observations of the minerals, plants, stars and beasts as well as our experiences with the spirit and intelligence," that allows people to understand themselves. This serves as a list of both Natural (Mineral, Plant, Star, Beast) and Primal (Spirit, Intellect) Afflatuses, while hinting towards the purpose of Afflatus as a tool of introspection.

With this, one may theorize that Afflatus can apply to every living being, as it tackles observations with the surrounding world (Natural Afflatus) and one's inner world (Primal Afflatus). This is partially true, there is a small yet important distinction to be made!

The 1.5 "Revival! The Uluru Games" patch explored the physiological and social differences between humans and arcanists through Ezra and Spathodea, and a new batch of loading screen tidbits were added, such as this one:

The text reads:

The arcanum's Afflatus categories do not apply to humans. However, factors such as personality and preferred instruments may cause certain individuals to have a closer affinity to a particular type of arcane Afflatus.

This daily tidbit confirms that arcanum's Afflatus categories do not apply to humans. The rest of tidbits emphasize on the contrast between the two groups in different aspects; humans cannot cast arcane skills, they use technology and commands rather than incantations, they're considered rational instead of passionate, reason vs instinct, etc etc.

But I believe there is an important distinction to be made! The first loading screen tidbit mentions "arcanum's Afflatus categories," rather than Afflatus itself. There is an aspect of Afflatus that is directly linked with arcanum, and thus it makes sense that it cannot be applied to humans.

We can see this happening in Greta Hoffman's report from the Special Chapter - "The Star" in which she explains her interactions with 37's mother, 77. Here are a few excerpts.

Writer of the Report: I'm not sure whether she was making fun of me or being serious, but I had this feeling that she was eager to tell me how she was granted the secret through a moment of afflatus. It seemed she just saw through the laws behind all things instead of finding them through logical deduction.

"HER": "The rhombus can't be seen with eyes. You shall close your eyes, hearken to the teaching of the supreme existence, and seize the moment of afflatus!" Writer of the Report: Of course, I didn't see anything, nor did I understand what a moment of afflatus was. Perhaps it's just another privilege enjoyed by arcanists, just like their right to be lunatic. Nevertheless, she reached the correct conclusion in a completely wrong way. Is it really possible?

Writer of the Report: But, if there is a god, why are you playing such a prank on us, after we had suffered from the collapse of all the existing orders and the failure of all the great laws? If this is what she called the glimpse of the supreme existence, the moment of afflatus, do you have to present it in such a cruel way?

Even Matilda brings up afflatus during this chapter, in reference to her job monitoring new members.

Matilda: &$#% ... I know she's a rookie, but even so, she's way too unbelievable! "Guide new members with caution and patience. Trigger their afflatus at the right time." Oh, I have to admit, Vertin is doing it better than me for now.

Note the distinction between capital A "Afflatus" and lowercase "afflatus." In this context, the "moment of afflatus" exists as its namesake implies--as an inspiration, a moment of divine impulse that only arcanists can utilize and, therefore, cannot be explained nor proved through human logic.

That is the basis for the tension between Greta Hoffman (a mixed whose arcane blood has been so diluted she can easily pass off as a pure-blooded human) and 77 (a pure-blooded arcanist from an isolated and ancient arcanist society) as two characters from vastly different groups that cannot reconcile nor find a middle ground in their differences. This is the arcane aspect of Afflatus as the 1.5's tidbit mentions, the part that cannot be applied to mankind. But Afflatus also exists as a tool of introspection as mentioned before, which encompasses aspects that any living being can relate to--therefore, it explains why we have both playable and non-playable humans with Afflatus types.

To further understand how non-arcane living beings can still lean towards different types of Afflatus, let's examine the enemies in the game.

The main story is very consistent with how they portray enemies, if you pay attention to their battle information you can see all the deliberate details Bluepoch has added; every enemy comes with a short description that might evolve and change along the story in future renditions of their fights, there are different card sets for different factions (Manus Vindictae's deep black and blue cards vs the Foundation's white and light blue cards), each attack/incantation is uniquely named, giving context and insight into the enemy you're fighting, some even have uniquely named traits/buffs/debuffs!

And as far as I know, every single enemy in the game, regardless of whether they're arcane in nature or not, has an Afflatus assigned to them. Let's look at arcane beings first.

We see that all three examples match their respective Afflatus; a Mineral Carbuncle with a Mineral Afflatus, a Dryad, commonly associated with nature has the Plant Afflatus, and Druvis III, a playable character, retains her Plant Afflatus even as a mysterious NPC boss fight in which her regular incantations have been switched to Manus Vindictae.

And we can also see continuity in Afflatus in other bosses, such as Matilda and Lilya in later chapters--they both retain their own Afflatus as playable characters, and much like Druvis, Matilda's cards are concealed as the default Foundation set for the sake of keeping their identities concealed. There is a clear intent behind these choices.

In the Surface levels of Artificial Somnambulism, the ones that directly correlate to the main story, also feature many other playable characters with their respective Afflatuses; La Source in "Misty Lake a"; The Fool, Bunny Bunny, Pavia, Satsuki and Tennant in "Floating Park a" ...

And I do want to mention that there are instances in which the game allows us to fight playable characters whose Afflatuses have been changed--but there is still an clear goal behind this.

The beta levels of Artificial Somnambulism feature the same aforementioned characters as the alpha ones, but a few of them have different Afflatus. This can be explained within the main story as the direct result of Vertin's mind being tampered with, as we see her struggle to remember and forget things clearly during her AST induced coma in Chapter 3.

???: Her traumatic segment has been reactivated. Increase the power, stabilize her psychube. Try the next dream. Z: The artificial somnambulism therapy may not work on her, Mesmer.

Mesmer Jr.: It means she had suffered the same traumatic experience repeatedly. Even so, she showed no behavioral or cognitive impairment. Back then, as we held her down and put the helmet on her, she even advised me in an extremely calm manner … “I agree with your judgment, but it’s just for this time.” … She was the bellwether of the “break-away” incident after all. I’ll say she’s been well-behaved this time. Sonetto: … I-I thought … Timekeeper is receiving for her low spirit. But you said you held her down … Mesmer Jr.: Oh, that’s just another description of the method used for the same purpose. The aim was to ensure Vertin was unconscious and taken back. That’s the direct order from the vice president of the committee, Constantine. The order from on high was given on the premise of rational thinking and consideration over pros and cons─you are not questioning the reasoning of mankind, are you?

A similar situation happens during UTTU Week, which features playable characters as different characters within the story that UTTU is attempting to share. For example, in 1.2 "Nightmare at Green Lake," the playable characters you fight in UTTU Week represent various different archetypes and tropes in horror.

These inconsistencies are done on purpose, as they're not meant to reflect the truth 1:1.

Now, let's look at human enemies. Here are the two human children from the beginning of the game who disrupt the suitcase--despite being humans, they both have Afflatus assigned to them, and not only that but different types as well, Star and Mineral respectively.

So, to backtrack again! Afflatus cannot be applied to humans from an arcane point of view, simply because humans cannot cast incantations. Therefore, their affinity for a specific type of Afflatus is based on something else, something that they share with arcane beings--such as personality, experiences and preferred instruments.

I want to propose the interpretation of Afflatus being the totality of one's experiences in life; depending on your experiences, the way they've shaped your thinking patterns, your instincts and your personality, you may have an affinity for one Afflatus or another.

This ties in with a different aspect of Afflatus: the idea that one's Afflatus type can change, as the person goes through big changes in their life that influence them in different ways.

If we acknowledge that these battle details are all deliberate and meant to add to the narrative, there are two outliers whose Afflatuses change. The first one is Kakania herself; her debut in 1.7 "E Lucevan le Stelle" includes a fight against her in Stage 8 "Mirror and Lantern" which clearly states her Afflatus is Intellect.

One could argue that this is not the true Kakania, as the battle involves fighting mirror versions of her--but as a reminder, the true one is, in fact, hidden among them! And furthermore, if the reflections are exact versions of the real Kakania, it makes sense that they would have the same battle information as her.

As we all know, when Kakania becomes playable in 1.9 "Vereinsamt," her Afflatus is not Intellect but Plant--I'd like to explain this change as the development Kakania goes through in this specific arc of the story.

Her idealistic views and activism, both for her city and her patients, are directly challenged as the story progresses. She realizes that none of her friends within The Circle were the people she thought them to be, namely Isolde whose complex life and struggles were both overlooked and impossible to discern in Kakania's eyes due to their close relationship, and she also sees the town she acknowledged as flawed but still worth fighting for, turn into violent patriots. Everything that Kakania stood for is gone in an instant, and we see her fighting spirit turn into a desperate near-suicidal attempt at making up for her perceived wrongs.

Such radical events like this would warrant a change in Afflatus, as Kakania adjusts her views due to her experiences.

And then on the other hand, we have The Guiding One's Harbringer boss fight in 1.9's Stage 21 "A Homage Paid"--one of its core mechanics is to change Afflatus to that of the last attack it received. Here we see that distinction from before, the lowercase afflatus referring to the arcane aspect, rather than the experiences a person goes through.

As far as I know, this section of the game also becomes unplayable (or is currently unplayable, I can't seem to access it anymore) so the following screenshots are taken from this video!

Kakania's Afflatus change is something that seems to be directly linked to her evolution as a character, while the Guiding One's Harbringer's Afflatus change is directly linked to its status as an arcane construct, using it as a "mimic strategy" during battle. The psychological aspect vs the arcane aspect of Afflatus respectively.

Next, I'd like to discuss some assumptions made about the different Afflatus types; we expect that Beast characters must have an affinity with animals or be animals themselves (Darley Clatter, Getian, Medicine Pocket, Nick Bottom ...) and we expect that Star characters are all related to celestial bodies or the skies (37, Lilya, Matilda, Lorelei, Voyager ...) due to the naming conventions of the Afflatus. And yes, there are motifs within the Afflatus types that match their naming conventions, but a quick look through the character list prove there is much more to offer, as a good chunk of characters don't align with this initial read of their themes.

We have Pickles, a literal dog, and Kaalaa Baunaa, an astronomer, both with Mineral Afflatus instead of what one would expect of them. It's similar to how fandom perceives Awakened as the sole category for sentient objects, when we have characters like Door and Darley Clatter who are undoubtedly objects, implied to have been given sentience, and thus fall within the group of pure-blooded Arcanists rather than Awakened.

I would also like to point out that these initial motifs have nothing to do with a character's Arcanum--another theory I've seen around is that Afflatus types influence an arcanist's arcanum, which can't be further from the truth. One could argue that Kaalaa Baunaa's arcanum (the summoning of meteors and planets) is related to her Mineral Afflatus--both relate to rocks, after all--but just like the previous assumptions, this falls apart when you examine other examples. Jiu Niangzi's arcanum has nothing to do with rocks nor minerals, but liquor. Ulu's arcanum revolves around fire, yet she's still Mineral.

As far as we know, arcanum is something that can be inherited through bloodlines or lineage--think of Mesmer Jr's 01 Story in her Cover Profile, which states “Nobody is more talented in this than Mesmer Jr. Her bloodline gives her outstanding ability and keen senses, which makes everything clear and intelligible to her” in the context of performing AST, or Tennant, whose 02 Story hints towards her father performing the same type of arcanum she's known for--but it's also something that can be taught. We see this most clearly within students of SPDM such as Sonetto, as her skill set matches that of the SPDM students fought during Chapter 3, portraying the "standard" arcanum taught to all arcanist children.

But not only that, arcanum can be influenced by other factors, such as a character's situation and interests--Blonney's arcanum revolves around making drawings come to life, which correlates with her love for storytelling and horror as a child. Pavia's shadow arcanum is hinted to have been formed out of necessity or as a result of his childhood in a dark basement. Tooth Fairy utilizes the fairies she traps.

We also know that arcanists from the same family may not inherit the same level of arcane power, as seen in Shamane and Kumar; the latter was cast out of her family due to her weak arcane power. In all of these cases, Afflatus has nothing to do with arcanum.

So what exactly do Afflatus types tackle?

These are the Afflatus as I've analyzed them, as much as I could summarize it for easier digestion!

With this interpretation, we can see that Star relates to celestial objects and the skies, but also trailblazer geniuses and unstoppable forces, that which is out of reach for common people. Mineral relates to solid materials and stability in permanence, but also the rigidness of strict systems or traditions or stagnancy. Beast relates to wild animals and creatures found in the world, but also the survival of the individual, the struggle to find a place for oneself no matter what. And Plant relates to the flora and the natural cycles in the world, but also the safety of a collective, that which is inherent to the world such as community or change.

This is why these belong to the Natural category of Afflatus: they are concepts that already existed on the world or were manifested into it, from the ground we touch, the people we interact with, to the ideals and beliefs that influence and create societies or bring people together.

On the other hand we have Spirit, relating to the soul, the supernatural and the spiritual aspect of things, but also the unknown, to follow one's gut instinct or embrace the inexplicable. "The way I see the world is unconventional, because I feel these different things about why and how things are the way they are." And then Intellect, relating to the mind and the logical aspect of things, but also the different mindsets and patterns of thought one can have to rationalize things. "The way I see the world is unconventional, because I have these different rules about why and how things are the way they are."

This is why they belong to the Primal category of Afflatus: they are, as the name implies, ancient impulses and habits that mostly exist within ourselves, our thoughts and our feelings.

The Tutorial Notebook also mentions an "ecological cycle," there is a relationship between the different categories that explains why some are strong or weak against others. It's rather easy to understand for the Primal Afflatus, as it's the classic fight between hearts and minds, but Natural Afflatus is a little harder to grasp.

We see the relationship between Beast and Mineral; the former is weak against the latter, the latter is strong against the former. You may read the Natural Afflatus wheel clockwise or counter clockwise.

Using the previous explanations, let us examine this cycle!

Beast is strong against Plant, because it's the disruption of a community or the harmony of the world through a single individual desperately fighting to change their current situation. A desperate animal does not think about the consequences its actions has on the environment while it tries to survive. Plant is strong against Star, because it's a tight-knit collective that embraces change and thus, the lone genius cannot shine above the rest. In an environment that welcomes everyone and everything, there is no way to stand out. Star is strong against Mineral, because it's a single individual choosing to disrupt the status quo, the stability of their society, for the sake of a dream or ideal. A single genius can topple over entire societies. And Mineral is strong against Beast, because a rigid set of rules or traditions leave no place for those who don't fit inside of it or who oppose it. A government that advocates for mankind's superiority leaves no room for arcanists and their rights, it forces them to assimilate within their established rules.

And this cycle goes backwards and forwards!

But I would also like to propose a different type of relation: we understand the aspect of having advantage or disadvantage, but what about Afflatuses that directly mirror each other?

Beast and Star are two Afflatus that directly correlate to an individual against a collective, whereas Mineral and Plant are two Afflatus that directly correlate to a collective against the individual. They're foils of each other; Beast is the underdog, Star is the genius, while Mineral is the stagnant and rigid yet stable and secure systems while Plant is the ever-changing and adaptive nature of the world.

We may also see this in a more precise way: the ecological cycle and Afflatus relationships exist because someone of Mineral Afflatus who is stuck in their ways and refuses to change can be easily upset by someone of Star Afflatus whose nature is to radically change traditions and offer different paths. This is why Semmelweis, a Mineral Afflatus who is hellbent on clinging to the human aspect of herself and sticks to her stubborn mindsets, has such a fascination with Lorelei. Or rather, why Lorelei has such an effect on Semmelweis, as she is a Star Afflatus that begins Semmelweis' journey of self-discovery and acceptance within Series of Dusks.

We can also see previous themes discussed within this post here: one would think that such a radical change is enough to cause Semmelweis to change Afflatus, but we see through her gamemode and the different endings presented that this change is still very much in line with her mindsets and behaviour, Semmelweis remains stubbornly adaptive and pragmatic to the very end, and choosing to follow Lorelei has brought her a deeper insight to understand herself without radically changing who she truly is.

Another example would be Forget Me Not and Druvis III; we know that Forget Me Not is Mineral Afflatus due to his boss fight in Chapter 2 - Stage 13 "Documentary" and Druvis III is Plant Afflatus.

We see the foil dynamics of Afflatus that don't directly interact with each other: the reason Forget Me Not and Druvis III seem to have this type of relationship can be explained through their Afflatus, with Forget Me Not insisting that she perpetuates the very same cycle of revenge and pain, to never move on and continue in the same spot of grieving and mourning for her family. While Druvis III's entire development throughout the Chicago arc--and even leading into the next chapters--tackles her desire to grow and move on, to finally let go of the worst night of her life that took her family away and begin healing from it. It's exactly what Vertin notices within her, and why she's able to connect with Druvis III.

Vertin: Once you dispel the arcanum, it would not be what it is now. I think you are clear, Ms. Druvis, that … Every tree lives for tomorrow.

And that's where I'll leave this extremely long introduction to my study on Afflatus! I'm planning on discussing other themes in the future, such as the way a character's Medium serves as a bridge between their Afflatus and Arcanum, and analysis of the cover profule, but also proper in-depth analysis of each individual Afflatus!

There is so much to look at when discussing Afflatus, every single Insight material has its own description, and each stage for each Afflatus tells a story that relates to their themes!

Please don't be afraid to reach out with your own ideas or observations, I look forward to what everyone else thinks! And congratulations for making it this far <3

#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 afflatus #reverse 1999 headcanons #i dont know how to stress this enough #i LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE afflatus analysis #i LOVEEEEEEEEEEE thinking deeply about things and connecting dots

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utilitycaster · 4 months ago

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a bunch of semi-interconnected ttrpg thoughts:

I think one of the best things fans of indie ttrpg games who genuinely want people to try things other than D&D could do is work to set up "find a game/GM/group" resources for their favorite games (or for non-D&D games generally) and particularly set up central places online and servers where you can do this. I think if I were seriously looking locally, I might be able to find something; but I'm in a major metropolitan area, have a car, know of a few gaming stores I could talk to, and could meet either online or in person, and that's a decent amount of effort, whereas for D&D (and probably Pathfinder) you can join a game on discord the next day, and obviously you're not going to be able to do that for most smaller games but at least having options other than "call up every game store in a 20 mile radius" and "dig through forum threads" would be, pardon the pun, game-changing.

to the point of "how can you actually shift people from D&D" the dumbest thing I've seen recently is that D&D cannot support a narrative because it is fundamentally a dungeon crawl game. Now, I think there are cases where D&D has been stretched past the limits of the type of narrative it can comfortably tell - you need to switch systems to tell a decent sci fi story, it's very limited in terms of the range of horror stories that fit, and it's not a good system if you do not want combat to be a significant part of the story. However, the idea that open improv RP (which is what the non-skill check and non-combat parts of D&D are) isn't telling a narrative - or that exploring a dungeon isn't capable of being a story - is a sign you're too stupid to be on this ride.

to that point I do think a lot of indie TTRPG players who play games that support similar narratives to D&D (Pathfinder isn't really indie, but many of its players pretend it is) do not actually want their game to be significantly more popular as they are falling for hipster logic and just want to be cool and better than someone which is why they're so awful at making their games appealing and indeed mostly just sit around saying dumb things and insulting everyone.

anyway what I would like to see, having recently read Legends and Lattes, is a game that is good at like, the general sort of fantasy setting we associate with traditional D&D but is in fact designed for running a business in a town and being an explicit "you are a tavernkeeper/blacksmith/etc" type of game or even a nonviolent exploration type game, because I do agree that people who use full D&D to play this sort of thing would be better served by something else.

#ttrpg tag

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bleakbittersoul · 1 year ago

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Bright out of context

Most of these are sent by me in rp some are sent by some awesome people in the server, and I think only one is from the wiki? Thanks for the help from @reddiamondgamer and @jack-of-amulets for their contributions to this list!

"The fear of spiders is kinda misogynistic."

"I think you'd be much more attractive if you ever got rabies"

"Could you in theory make yourself into jam for me?"

"How is it my fault you can't read minds?"

"Great now I'm thinking about dissections and formaldehyde and now I'm hungry"

"being meguca is suffering…"

"Where is your bathroom? I think I'd like to slam my head against a wall in private"

"This water is chunky"

"I only drink diet water"

"Have you ever gotten mad so you put a fork in someone's microwave and then irish goodbyed?"

"Water on toast"

"If you don't marry me I'm going to start collecting more of your DNA to do unethical science with."

"So if I wanted an audio clip of you meowing you'd do that for me?"

"I know what you're referring to. I don't enjoy fake animal ears. Skin an animal. Wear it's ears. Stop being afraid of commitment."

"I want to lick your eyelid."

"I like your eyes. When I first saw you I wanted to ask if I could keep them when you die but that would have been inappropriate and thankfully I don't have to worry about that. But they are lovely and I do want a bigger collection."

Screaming to wake Clef up and then trying to play it off as if he had a nightmare.

"Scientists don't get bullied enough anymore " after implying some people were baby talking an anomaly.

"I want to peel your face off and eat it it's so cute."

" I once possessed this really attractive girl and then got a job at a Walmart and started relentlessly flirting with you every time you went to Walmart to see if you would cheat on me but you never did"

"I wouldn't mind sucking on your wet hair."

"What if we kissed in the 1996 Teletubbies set "

"I want to scratch your head with my teeth."

"I like waltzes. I also like music that makes me feel like poisoning myself and or others as of right now."

"IT'S NOT A THROW PILLOW UNTIL SOMEONE GETS KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT WITH IT!"

"I'm going to lick your bones."

"I want your warm skin."

"I'll remove part of your intestine and eat it while you watch."

"I WANT TO CHEW ON YOUR FACE!"

"YURRR"

"Uhhuhuhuhuhuh" (like an angry shaken pug fly thing)

"Eyes, aren't right. They need to be improved."

"I don't have the energy to cry hysterically or resurrect you if you die. I'd still do it but it would be significantly less dramatic than it should be."

Heard their partner say "My chest is open for you to lay on" but only heard "My chest is open for you" and immediately assumed he meant for dissection. And when corrected Bright said "You're drawing a line on our love?"

"I like eyes. I have some."

"I don't mean that your eyes are pretty in a collectable kind of way they look good alive and on you…"

“…Don’t you just violently HATE having body parts?”

"My life fucking sucks because they… dont let me play with grenade launcher "

"GOD, FUCKING. BITCH! BECOME A WATERMELON." pause "[INSERT SEVERAL MORE EXPLETIVES]"

"I have two of your teeth. One bloody, one…normal"

“…We should kill MORE children!”

"I WANT THE GRAVESTONE! DO YOU WANT MY TOE TAG?"

[Dr. Bright shows signs of agitation, swearing in several different languages, and throwing equipment about the room.]

"If you ever leave me I'm robbing your fucking grave. And I don't mean that in a normal way. I would be after your organs."

"Oh skin"

"Okay to be fair I've seen screaming trees"

"WHY DO YOU HATE MY HAMSTER!?? WHY DO YOU HATE IT'S EYES??? IT HAS NORMAL EYES!!!"

“Can someone get me a shovel? I just murdered the gender binary and I need it to hide the body.”

"Human life or not I'd eat it."

"You'd make a cute poison victim"

"If I made you hot chocolate, I would make it with love and I wouldn't poison it at all"

"I fucking love carcasses. That's why I love meat, it's like edible taxidermy"

"Would you still love me if whenever someone got hurt in a breach or someone got hurt or people get into a fight I would say and that's how it feels to chew five gum and then look away as if I'm looking at a Camara like a character in the office."

"One heart? ONE HEART?! WHAT AM I YOUR GRANDMOTHER? SOME EASILY APPEASED SIDE PIECE???"

"I want to touch you with my bones."

"Okay, well when you feel better I'll go lick a bathroom doorknob so you can repay the favor."

"Would you still love me if I didn't believe in toothbrushes?"

"You've never had your house set on fire before and it shows…"

"Are you often covered in blood. I've been covered in blood a few times. Interesting feeling isn't it? Almost primal."

"Cute color pattern. Was the theme bio hazard?"

"I'm being haunted by myself right now"

“sorry for going through the entire spectrum of human emotions in the past 10 minutes…. do you still like me? ”

"It's yellow and I wanted to think of something other than piss when I look at it. So egg. Piss egg for the piss baby."

in his most demonic voice "I'M FROM…. NEBRASKA…."

Bright: You know I once made a table set disappear.

Clef:… Did you steal it.

Bright through evil manic laughter: Yes

#scp fandom #using character doesn't mean support for creator #do not tag as shaw or other bright variations #scp dr bright #scp foundation #scp community #jack bright #dr bright #dr jack bright #scp shitposting #scp #scp memes #scp bright #scp jack bright #memes from the server

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thelunarsystemwrites · 1 year ago

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Please read before continuing, thank you!

My name is Lunar, and I'd perfer you don't call me any nicknames unless we're friends/interactive moots! (Also note for my family here: You guys are cool!)

I am Lunarian, my pronouns are Lua/Luan/Luar!

I do not welcome Proship or Comship!

I do not welcome Endo systems!

I am an Age Regressor and a Pet Regressor!

I am a Therian!

I am Neptunic(?), Aegosexual, and Demi-Romantic! (<- I am also taken by the very much lovely @geewaysgreendayhoodie! 💛)

With that out of the way, salutations! I'm mainly in the UTMV Fandom as of now!

My other blogs!

Agere!:

@axolotl-agere (Post/Ask blog!)

@littlestlustsans (RP/Ask blog!)

@baby-blue-pearl (RP/Ask blog!)

@littlegeniusdonnie (RP/Ask blog!)

@little-prince-hunter (RP/Ask blog!)

@littlelunarislavender (Reblog/Post blog!)

Roleplay blogs!:

@lustsansisnonbinary (RP/Ask/AU blog!)

@the-axolotl-skellie (RP/skelesona/AU blog!)

@lunarslustsans (Ask/AU blog/RP blog!)

@sleepyslenderthem (Inactive/Abandoned)

Miscellaneous!:

@thelunarsystemshares (Reblogs!)

@v-lustale (Ask blog!)

@lunarsystemaus (Shared AU blog, inactive) @lusterrortale (Ask/AU blog!)

@lustsansfans (Shared/Reblog blog!)

@facadetalesans (alt account, Lost the password, inactive)

@facadesans (WIP/AU blog!)

@venting-with-lunar (Vent blog!)

The agere discord server! ^^

Moot appreciation post!

And here! My sona!!

MY BOUNDARIES:

Moot ≠ Friend. If I consider you a friend, I will ask of you consider me a friend. Or vis versa. While I enjoy all my moots, I don't use the word 'friend' lightly, and require a bond with someone before I consider them a friend. So please if you want to be friends, ask!

Moot ≠ DM me whenever. I do not like getting DMs randomly. You can ask for DMs, and that's fine. And if we've DM'd before, or you're a friend/online family, you can DM me whenever! (I've legit unfollowed people for being too pushy w/ DMs, don't test me please!)

Friend ≠ Online Family. Please please please PLEASE do not tell me I'm part of your online family, it feels like a relationship (/p) is being forced on me!! The ONLY people I consider family are: Inka, and her partners Italic and Juno. (<- I haven't talked much to Juno though sadly.) And My twin, my brother Argos, Rick, (He's my best friend to me.) Casey, and my platonic spouse Aph.

Talking about NSFW: That is, an EXTREMELY private and sometimes triggering topic to me. ONLY with my very very close friends would I ever be comfortable talking about that. Do NOT make sexual jokes towards me, that's a good way to get blocked. /nm/srs

Also, I am highly uncomfortable being called a lesbian!! Please refrain from doing such!!

Girly pop, dudette, gurl/girly, lady, miss, mrs, ms—Feminine terms are off the table. Please don't use them on me!

Tagging: Tag games take a ton of mental energy for me!! While it's VERY appreciated and welcome to tag me in things, please don't be hurt if I don't reply back!!

Tone tags appreciated!!

Try to TW stuff before showing me/sending asks if it's triggering! 👍

#lunarsona #intro post #endos dni #Proship dni #Comship dni #sfw interaction only #Blogs #agere community #lgbtq community #Masterpost

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1970killer · 6 months ago

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‼️‼️‼️‼️🆘🆘I NEED HELP!!! 🆘🆘‼️‼️‼️‼️

WARNING: Gr00ming, s3xu@l @bu$e, Threats, St@1k1ng, Inc3$t, @bu$3. R4pe, 0ff3ns1v3 j0k3s, Ch|1d @bu$3

If you're not comfortable please ignore

PLEASE REPORT ON ROBLOX!!!

PLEASE READ!!!

So for a few weeks I have been playing Roblox (An Game) mostly RP games Fnaf kinds, I have been playing with this guy for like... Idk a year or two? I met him in a game called Afton Fredbears Diner RP (At this time I was like preteen, he was like idk 14 or 15 or something)

so One day I just met him, he was an okay person to roleplay with but then years later I joined this one game a week ago? This year on Jan 25th he was sending (R@P3) jokes to minors, people in the game server were calling him out and stuff, and minutes later they talked about a different User that's friends with him (Also a P3D0) she was sending (R4P3) threats to kids and teens, I don't have much information about her but she's really weird and all I know that she dresses up fnaf kids S3Xu@llized them like Charlie or Elizabeth and even Susie, I think I met her before In Afton Fredbears Diner befor, I don't know?... 🙁

So back to my Old friend (Aka my GR00M4R) his User is (User: nscn0407) also the other weirdo is (user: BellaBaller2012 //AKA// YourLocal_Afton).

Nscn0407 has been (GR00M1NG) me for a while and it's time I broke out of my shell, he has been saying weird shit to me lately and I have been uncomfortable all the time, when I was ever AFK (Away From Keyboard) he would do weird things to my avatar, or say something to me like "I'm gonna touch you Dave!~" 🤕 something like that, like he was joking, although it may be a game of blocks, I have to remind you that it can harm children's health if they see this and think it's normal in real life too, of getting (T0UCH3D) 🙁🙁🙁

(I did report him and unfriended him but he's not gone completely)

So I have been spying on him and YourLocal_Afton, when I served hopped and I happened to notice them on the server list, have been saying (d1zguzt1ng) stuff to kids, or saying (S3XU@LL) jokes about holes, and abuse, and Yourlocal_Afton has a stalking habit when I noticed when she's not playing and just stares at them telling her friends she's always watching... Ew??? 🤢🤮, She has weirdo friends too although I didn't get there user names at all but there was player roleplaying as Evan (C.C.) talking about that he's (g4ng b4ng1ng) Vanessa along with his father (INC3sT).

I can't explain a lot but there's that since I had to go to bed early for school, I might edit later if I spy on them again...

#Important!!!#🆘#please help #please read #please report them #fnaf #tw: grooming #tw: abuse #tw: child abuse #tw: incest #I NEED HELP!!!

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theamityelf · 1 year ago

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I was thinking about your Mini's au while I was making som fanart if it and I was wondering how UDG/V3 would be able to work with the concept.

I'm totally sure with Udg with V3 minis (that just seems like...not great lol) However V3 with UDG characters seem a little more fun and can we could get more creative with it instead of having just either THH or GBD as their mini senpais (although it's kinda funny to think about there being a DOUBLE amount of senpais to take care of.)

Theres kind of a lot of ways we can go with this. We could just have the main characters (WOH, Komaru and Toko) and only them. Which could result in the pairing (or more) of the V3 characters to take care of 1 of the 7 minis. (I'd say Shuichi and Kaede take care of Komaru because it's adorable. Imagine Shuichi with 2 very energetic enthusiastic girls. He'd die + Naehara maybe who knows ooooooh~)

But we could also go the route of including other characters from the game such as Yuta, Taichi, Hiroko, Izuru perchance, and even Shiro and Kuro Kumas. Add in Byakuya for some spice That would bumb us up from 7 to 11 ( bears cause I'm not totally down for it. And izu could be done differently) It makes pairs easier to divide!!

For more fun we could include Hajime and Makoto from the demo!! It evens out the characters much well and they could accompany Kaede as they did in the demo but now we have a Protag squad (yaaaaay) Additionally it allows for some good sibling bonding for Makoto and Komaru!

I was imaging that for Trial 1 they disappear halfway and nobody would be able to find them afterwards (referencing the end of the demo because it just cuts off mid trial) which adds some drama for the V3 students that were assigned to them. In a similar light, Hajime and Izuru switch places mid trial and Makoto is still nowhere to be found. Allows us to include all UDG characters present and even more issues!!

For the pairings it would be hard to say but I'm working on a chart at the moment and if interested I'll totally share it in the next ask! (I work better with charts it's unfortunate 😞)

I dunno hehe, It's really a 4 am idea it might not be coherent lmao but I had fun writing this out. Thanks for letting me get my ideas out lol, I hope you enjoy reading this!

(Btdubs I'm still working on that mini rp server, I'll get back to you when it's up and running >:D)

(Awesome!!! So exciting!!)

(Mini Classmates AU Masterlist)

I really, really like the idea of the V3 cast having to pair up to care for Mini UDG cast. I would definitely love to see your chart, if you do make one. Right now, my thoughts are:

Komaru, Toko, the Warriors of Hope, and Yuta makes eight minis for the sixteen participants.

Kaede and Shuichi can share custody of Komaru, like you said. That works great, for the reasons you said.

Himiko and Tenko can maybe share custody of Yuta, because that would be challenging for both of them for different reasons, and I find that kinda funny. They would have to adjust in cute ways. Himiko is exhausted just watching him, but he fully buys into her magic stuff, and she becomes amenable to being more active.

Kokichi and Kiibo share custody of Monaca, but Kokichi is too un-trusting to actually share custody. (The rules are still that you die if the mini you're caring for dies.) This means that, if all else goes the same (which it of course probably wouldn't), then Kiibo wouldn't be around Monaca almost at all until Chapter 5, and then he loses his antenna. Monaca would understand the significance of the antenna so quickly. Honestly, she probably clocked it long before he even lost the antenna, and she mentioned it to Kokichi early on.

(I thought about having Kokichi paired up with Gonta, but I think not doing that shows off how special it is that Kokichi trusted Gonta with some of his plans.)

Kirumi and Maki share custody of Kotoko. It would be mostly Kirumi at first, but it would bring out a very cute side of Maki.

I'm torn between having Kaito and Angie share Masaru and having Korekiyo and Angie share Jataro. But I already have a fic for Kiyo, Angie, and Jataro, so actually maybe Rantaro and Angie could share custody of Jataro. They would be so supportive and patient.

Korekiyo and Gonta share custody of Toko. Because bugs and serial killers and the arts; it just feels like it would be a cool match in a lot of ways. Toko sits on top of Gonta's bug catcher. Also, Gonta casually picks up Toko's author vocabulary. Also also, I like the idea of these three spending time together.

Kaito and Miu share custody of Masaru? They would get so parental about it so quickly. Like, they would genuinely talk to each other like divorced parents. "Has he eaten?" "You're giving him a lot of screen time." Miu has a clear willingness to be maternal at the drop of a hat, and Kaito would match Masaru's high energy and need for attention really well.

Tsumugi and Ryoma share Nagisa? Ryoma having someone to care for would be a big deal for him, and the shared mental illness would be out of this world. Tsumugi might craft a tiny Nagisa Shiota cosplay.

Again, these are just the initial brainstorm matchups, lol.

But having the participants share a mini-person goes well with the rule where two people can survive together in this one (and also maybe parallels the Monokuma-and-Monokubs dynamic, but I digress). Plus it allows the potential for drama, because it seems like it would be a no-brainer that, if you were to survive with one person, it would be the person you share a mini with, but some characters feel differently.

Maybe Kirumi is the one who cares for any minis who lose both caretakers (if that ever happens).

And maybe part of Angie's new rules, once the student council stuff starts happening, is something about sharing the minis communally as a protective measure or even turning them over to her so they're all protected in one place, but then someone points out that doing this would mean that Angie could kill anyone without consequences by killing their mini. Angie wouldn't actually do that, but whether the unspoken threat of it is intentional or not remains unclear. She doesn't end up getting everyone's minis, but maybe she gathers a few together, from other student council members. Having a lot of minis in one place has the potential to prevent one's self from being murdered.

The downside to this is that I'm now realizing that the Mini Classmate AU's are arguably more fun without plot, lol. A part of me kind of just wants these characters to hang out in the situation rather than doing a Danganronpa. But also. It's fun either way. 🤣

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sirens-train-station · 4 months ago

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OOC information under cut!

Hi! I'm Wilbur. But I think most of you will be more familiar with my villain identity. Siren.

Unfortunately I have found recently out that actions have consequences. Because of this, I now have this account.

I currently live with my brother Technoblade Watson and my dad Philza Watson. I have recently also adopted my FAVOURITE (suck on that techno) brother Tommy ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ who definitelyisntredchaosthatwouldbecrazy

Feel free to ask me any questions- I'll try to reply to the best of my knowledge. Siren out

HI! It's moony with a y. You'll probably know me the best from the hush now server. If you don't know what hush now is- it's full name is 'hush now (you were lost but now you're found)' and is a DSMP fanfic thats roughy 4(I think?) years old now. (that makes me feel old now lmao). It has a frankly insane but dedicated fanbase on discord (you know I love you guys really) and is to this day one of my favourite fics I've read.

If you couldn't tell- this will be a Hush now Wilbur RP blog alongside the ones managed by some of the other amazing members of the hush now discord so feel free to check them out too!!!

Yes. I know about the controversy surrounding William Gold. I don't and will never support him. As far as I'm concerned, these characters are completely separate from the CC's and are Corpsey's Oc's.

The tags I will be using:

#hush-wilbur-chatting for anything to do with Wilbur's civilian life or family!

#hush-siren-chatting for talking about life as Siren and anything to do with The Syndicate or Hero's

#hush-wilbur-asks for any questions towards Wilbur!

#hush-siren-asks for any answers to questions directed to siren

And finally-

#moony-yaps-ooc for any posts out of character

Talking about hush now RP accounts

Here's some of them :D (this is currently a WIP as not all of the accounts have been created)

@wardens-box warden/sam

@bloodgodhn the blood god 💪

@dont--blink ranboo 🪦

@seaside-bakery Niki! 🌊

@goopyhumanguy SLIME 💚💚💚

@chaoticbeegremlin tubbo 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝

@k-jacobs-hn Karl 🌈

@chaotictopia TOMMY WOOO 🎉🎉

@catmanwastaken Dream :c

@crowfeetman PHIL !!!! 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

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vasito-de-leche · 3 months ago

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;R1999 JOE - "highest of highs, lowest of lows" (2/2)

Joe x Reader 6.1k words hurt/comfort A continuation of this post. Being part of Joe's gang has its ups and downs, chaos being the closest thing you have to a stable routine, every single day full of adventures. Your friends pulled you from the rubble and into the light, you've been with them through thick and thin─and yet, as the years pass, it all grows stale. Repetitive, even. Tiring. A new era approaches. You're not strong enough to hold on and withstand the whirlwind of change, and neither is he. Even so, your faith in the dream Joe has given to all of Haight Street never wavers. You'll find a way out, together. But only if he's willing to move on.

ffffffffffffuck ai scrapers fuck that guy we must thrive and keep creating forever!!! joe undivorce is real now!!!! even if i have to lock my posts for registered users, we must thrive!!!!!! and have fun!!!!! forever!!!!! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I'd like to thank everyone in the R99 RP server and the academy for being there during the struggle of joe undivorce, this part went thru 5 or 4 different drafts. at some point it was meant to start with joe out in the rain playing i wanna know what love is on a boombox outside your window but i had to cut stuff so this part wouldnt be 10k words for no reason

Finally, Joe undivorce, sleepy time joe part 2....! as usual, this is written to be read as platonic or romantic, whatever floats your boat!

That fight weeks ago left a massive rift between the two of you, one that he was certain would simply go away with enough time and space, nothing new.

You'd eventually come crawling back, letting him back into your life with a not-so-playful smack to the head and a smile attempting to break through your angry façade, no one could stay angry forever after all, it's a matter of waiting. And Joe had no problem standing his ground until the end of time, unyielding to change and yet ready to welcome everyone back under his wing. This is the cycle he's used to; this is how he used to argue with his father, his mother and, later on, with Paulina. Whenever he had a tense conversation with Pioneer or Mercuria about the state of their community and the struggle to maintain their promises. Hell, it even happened with Becket and Hollick whenever their playful banter and bickering turned a little too honest, a little too resentful and raw with the stress of routine.

This, Joe reluctantly admits in his mind, is how he deals with everything─when push comes to shove, he burns and burns until the world around him is reduced to ashes, telling himself that he did what he had to for the greater good. There is simply no other way out, and if there were, he would've tried already. This is how things must be, the shitty hand they were all dealt with. And after that? He brushes it off, returning to that dreadful routine of friendly smiles and casual teasing, waiting for the barren land to heal in silence until someone extends an olive branch, a peace offering, a hug or pat on the back to signal the beginning of yet another cycle. He's always been the victor in these one-sided fights one way or another.

But tonight marks the seventh day of Joe's convoluted plan to beg for your forgiveness.

On the first day, he thought he could simply drop by your apartment and sort everything out, face to face, and restore the status quo before dinner─one of your neighbours threw a bucket of cold water at him after he spent an entire hour ringing your doorbell. On the second day, he made sure to call you every fifteen minutes from the restaurant, from the phonebooth across your house, from Hollick's apartment, from any available phone─the only time you picked up is when Joe intercepted the pizza delivery guy on their way to your apartment, only to have you hang up on him the second you heard his voice. The rest of the week continued to spiral, testing his perseverance and creativity for new ways to see you. Every day, the anxiety lodged in his chest would grow bit by bit.

Years of working away at the forge have made his hands as steady as death and yet, at the aftermath of each and every fight when all he can do is accept the silent treatment, Joe realizes that his heart is much too strong to ignore; impulse after impulse, every pump of blood becoming another series of words he will come to regret, every step takein the wrong direction entirely. It's only then that he realizes that he deserves every bitter look, every missed call and every second apart. Only then, when there is no one else to contend with but himself.

He's not so different from the metals under his care─the proud and stubborn iron, all instinct and zero intentions of bending to anyone else's will. And while he himself can keep repeating this cycle over and over, it's easy to forget that not everyone has the time, energy or patience to match his temper. Paulina was either the first one to fully break under the pressure of his presence, or the only one who had the courage to step away from the scorching fire and allow herself room to heal, to grow without him hindering her.

Just how long can keep on pushing until you make the same choice as her?

It makes him anxious just to think about the possibility of making the same mistakes, of letting you go so easily because of his own pride. He's ran out of options, and so he stands perfectly still in front of your door, arms crossed as he fights the urge to pace across the claustrophobic hallway. Have you even been eating well? It's one thing to avoid him, but to avoid the outside world altogether is too extreme, too upsetting. A small plastic bag hangs from his forearm, holding the leftovers from today's shift at Tang's; the tupperware inside is still warm with your favorite food.

Fuck it, he start pacing around. Heavy footsteps mix with the sound of crinkling plastic, the shuffle of the leather jacket hanging awkwardly off his shoulders, the cracking of the joints in his knuckles as Joe attempts to release some of the tension in his body. The muffled roar of engines outside and people passing by, and now, the ringing in his ears growing louder and louder, accompanied by a nagging feeling in the back of his mind.

It's something that is difficult enough to describe to other arcanists, let alone any humans─a judgemental voice that blankets over his brain like a dense fog, a feeling across his body that he can never quite pinpoint. The arcanum he's inherited from his father, which allows him to understand the voices, desires and, to an extent, thoughts of various raw materials and metals. It's an essential ability in his line of work, and yet ...

Give it up, Romeo. Today's not your lucky night.

Your fucking doorknob has the balls to give him sass everytime he comes by.

Joe pays it no mind; it has to be an alloy of sorts, perhaps zinc. Out of all metals, they're the only chatty ones with a penchant for gossip, to criticize everything around them with a condescending clink. The steel grating of the fence outside offers no comment, seeing him time and time again standing under the rain for the chance to catch a glimpse of you through the window. The rusty copper of the stairs is always polite, even when he stumbles and falls day after day climbing to your floor in a frenzy. But this damned thing loved to look down on him, the guardian to your current sanctuary. Its message reaches him loud and clear, so easy to decypher.

Are you going to apologize to them?

Joe hesitates, "I want to."

But there is a key difference between wanting and doing.

He wants to do whatever it takes to make everything go back to normal, to wake up knowing he'll see you joking around with Sputnik at Tang's, that you'll let him drive you around town when none of you have anything better to do than to waste your days away, together. He wants to say sorry, he wants to save the restaurant, he wants his friends to have honest jobs, he wants to stop fighting for scraps. All these things in so little time. But right now, he can't even get that damned door open to see you. He doesn't even know if you're home─much like a misbehaving dog, all Joe seeks is that familiar face to give him permission to come back home.

I want to see you. I want to see you so bad. I want to see you tonight even if it's the last thing I do.

Perhaps this arcane communication is a two-way street, or maybe he's allowed some of his feelings to slip through and show on his face, because the condescending ringing subsides and silence settles once more. Your doorknob shows some mercy and whispers in his mind.

They're here.

There it is. His lifeline.

Joe calls out your name, banging his fists on the door. He's done this before, not in this exact building nor hallway, but with the exact same desperation in his gestures. The thought crosses his mind for a split second as he rattles the doorknob as if he could open it through will alone.

"Listen! It's been a month already, I get that you're mad at me but, shit, can we talk? You can be as angry as you want, you can scream at me and push me around, dump all the extra work and shifts on me, call me an idiot and a meathead─whatever you wanna do to get it out of your system, I'll take it. Just open the door!" When no reply comes, Joe presses his face to the cold surface of the door, trying to hear for any movement within your apartment. Nothing. "Look, I won't judge if you've been survivin' on coffee and instant ramen, but I got some real food here to fill your stomach. You don't even have to let me inside, I just, ugh, me and the guys haven't heard a peep from ya'! C'mon, they're─I'm worried sick, I gotta know you're doin' alright! I took you for granted, alright? I know that now."

The words pour out of his mouth effortlessly after keeping them down for so long, and soon Joe finds himself shaking. Not out of sadness, but a unique type of excitement─or madness─that comes with admiting defeat; to no one's surprise, this is a brand new feeling for him, never allowing any sort of vulnerability to slip to the surface. The bag slips out of his grip and falls to the floor unceremoniously as he drags both hands across his face, feeling the uncomfortable warm, rugged leather on his skin as a way to ground himself. Once he's done, Joe reels backwards a few steps, trying to control his erratic breathing. One step back, then another, and another.

Until he feels a hand resting on the small of his back, gently keeping him at bay.

"Watch it, J. You're gonna end up squishing me if─" Your voice echoes in the hallway and Joe turns as fast as his body allows it, unsure if this tired and slightly irritated voice scolding him is just a product of his imagination. But it isn't, he sees you right there, so close to him. And in the blink of an eye, you find yourself enveloped by Joe, his arms secured around your shoulders as he leans more and more of his weight over your frame as if trying to squeeze the life out of you. "Woah! Hey, hey! Joe─fuck, J, stop! I'm gonna fall over!"

The Sun could crash into the Earth and Joe would still continue to hold you. Burying his nose in your hair, you feel that tense line of his mouth finally curve into a smile─the first one since your fight─and the vibration in his throat as he laughs, amused by the way you struggle helplessly in his grip. How could he not laugh when you're patting his shoulders, pinching his back and poking at his rubs to push him away?

"Okay, okay! I get it, whatever!" Your panic is endearing as he hoist you up effortlessly, so that your feet hover a little above the ground and you have no option but to hold on to him. "Put me down, I'm not going anywhere!"

"How do I know you're not gonna just lock me outta your apartment the second I drop you?" The tone is playful, but the question is genuine. That mocking snort of yours reminds Joe that even though he's finally caught you, there's still a long way before he can make up for that fight. And so, he curls into you once more, this time hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "Don't wanna risk it."

"Fine, do whatever you want. Like always."

For a split second, he frowns and the most immediate thought in his brain is to reply with the same amount of contempt─Fine! Maybe he will! Maybe he should just drag you over to Tang's and sit you down at the office until both of you get so tired of arguing that there'll be no other option but to forgive each other─but he doesn't. Joe catches himself. It takes a moment to swallow his pride, but his grip on you weakens and soon enough, you're back on your feet.

Unbeknownst to Joe, a shiver runs through you, instantly missing his warmth; you curse his stupid arcane skill, his stupid furnace of a body and his stupid sad eyes, tugging at your heartstrings. The cold is not the only thing creeping around─an awkward atmosphere settles as all action comes to a halt. When faced with the real deal, neither of you know what to do, nor how to begin. As a man of simplicity, Joe prepares to apologize as soon as possible, until he notices the brown paper bags settled at your feet.

You follow his line of sight and add, "I went grocery shopping. The uh," there is a small pause as you find the proper words. It's not like you owe him anything, let alone the truth. "I ran out of food. So I went and got some."

He tries to peek inside the bag, and you move the bag away with a gentle sweep of your leg, but it's too late. You know he's seen it, judging by the way Joe crosses his arms with a smug attitude that he simply cannot repress. "Instant ramen."

"Instant ramen." You repeat, internally boiling at the fact that he could read you so well despite this month of silence. It's not weird at all, considering the years you two have spent together, but it still hurts your own pride, if only a little. "What about it?"

It's almost too easy to fall back into the usual banter and the flow of conversation as if nothing happened, but Joe taps at his chin as he looks away. He was never any good at acting. "Nothin'! Nothing wrong with that, just wonderin' how you haven't gotten tired of it yet."

"You're not here to give me cooking tips, Joe." There's a defiant tone in your voice that keeps getting to him. Have you always had this effect on him?

"... What if I am? Is that enough to let me into your apartment and make sure we're cool?" The pause between his words and your reply extends to a worrying degree, Joe feels dizzy waiting for the worst to happen.

Instead, you offer your own olive branch.

"It's late. So you can sleep over, if you want."

You make a bee-line for the kitchen to put your groceries away, leaving him without a single word. The second he realizes he’s standing in your apartment, Joe can’t help but feel out of place; he’s been here plenty of times, he’s crashed on your sofa as many times as he’s crashed his bike, but this is the one and only time he’s felt unwelcomed. No, that isn’t right─this is the first time he’s felt …

Like he doesn’t have the right to intrude in your life.

If he looks closely, he can spot the off-colored patch on the wall from the time Hollick punched a hole through during one of the many movie marathons you hosted, back when Paulina and Tang were still around, and everyone else had more time to waste during those lazy afternoons. A horror movie whose title he can't recall, but the memory of everyone's loud screams during a particularly scary scene plays in his head vividly. There's innocuous and superficial scratches in various places, which he recognizes as Becket's habit of fidgeting around with that butterfly knife he earned during a fight in the ring. He does this often everywhere he goes; if one were to look around the restaurant, they'd immediately find out about Becket's favorite spots just by finding these marks. There's also a few gifts from Mercuria, plants, herbs and incense to remedy whatever ails you. Joe can never remember the purpose of each and every bundle, let alone understand the intricacies of meditation and purification, yet he trusts Mercuria to look out for everyone else's health.

Soon, those bright blue eyes are drawn to a curious sight. There is a wall in your apartment full of photos, polaroids of all shapes and sizes, decorated in a myriad of ways to showcase all your adventures in Haight Street with all of the friends you've made. It's easy for him to recognize each and every face given his own connections with the community, but someone is missing. He is missing from the wall, there is an obvious empty spot where his picture with you should be. His heart sinks a little at this.

Before Joe realizes, he's already calling out your name once again. "Hey, what happened to our picture? The one that was just the two of us."

Peeking his head through the door, he looks for you in that poor excuse of a kitchen, one he can barely fit in without knocking something over. You're holding two mugs in your hands; on the right, he sees your favorite, the one with that pattern he finds horrendous, and on the left, you're holding his favorite mug with the logo that you hate. You usher him out into the living room, silently gesturing for him to stop trying to help carry the warm drinks.

"I took it off the wall." Joe grimaces, and you roll your eyes as you sit on the sofa, scooting over to the side to make space for him. "I didn't rip it apart or draw over your face, if that's what you're worried about."

Oh, thank God.

"It's the only good picture we got, you gotta treasure it." The reply he receives is a noncommital hum, and he knows better than to push it.

The plush cushions cave under his weight as he sits down, making you bounce a little on your own side of the couch, shifting you a little closer to him so that your knee touches his. And while you refuse to meet his eyes, you still allow this moment of closeness. If you lose focus, if you get a little too comfortable in his presence, you know that your body will end up tangled up with his in a mess of limbs as if nothing happened, too used to the casual physical touch Joe shares with those close to him. All the hugs, all the manhandling, all the hair ruffling and playful headlocks. You bite your lip, saddened by the bittersweet tint coating all of these memories. What to say now? How to bring up the elephant in the room?

"Eugh," Joe suddenly blows a raspberry, tongue sticking out in mild disgust. He sets down the cup on the table. "Too sweet for me."

"Oh. Wait, that's mine. Sorry, must've─" You reach out to switch the drinks, but he slides it to the side just out of your reach. A shit-eating grin is plastered all over his face, a knowing grin that twists your insides into a knot. "Huh?"

This faux pas of yours proves to be the perfect opening for his usual antics. Joe leans closer to you, tilting his head towards the mug in your hands; it's your favorite color, with a simple drawing of your favorite animal scattered about. He always loves to poke fun at you for it, calling you childish and immature to see that angry pout in your face. "That one's mine, then?" You nod and he chuckles.

"Dude, what is it?"

"It's not like you to overlook small details, y'know? Got the keenest eye in all of Haight Street. Hell, you can spot a liar from a mile away." One of his fingers traces the rim of the mug in front of him, that sweet drink made just to your liking, feeling every little chip and crevice, a well-loved mug meant for him. It's colored in bright orange with a big, bold font reading 'Too Hot for You' and a small drawing of a steaming cup of coffee. You hate this mug with a passion, and yet you've always taken care of it for him. "Guess you missed me as much as I missed you."

He should've noticed before; you had been using his mug in his absence, you covered his face in every single picture in your house, you were wearing one of his old shirts that he forgot at your place and never bothered asking for again, the faint music coming from the radio in your kitchen is playing one of his favorite stations... It puts Joe's heart at ease to know that he's been on your mind as much as you've been on his these past few weeks. You weren't packing your bags to leave everything behind, you missed him out of all people. He's always been dense, but now that he's taking his time paying attention to you and all the color you add to his life, he finds it difficult to stop himself from smiling.

"Now, aren't you getting ahead of yourself? I wasn't the one who showed up at three in the morning half-drunk, holding up a boombox to play love songs until the neighbours called the cops, was I?"

"Those are some big words for someone who hid around the market stalls, thinking I wouldn't see their little face peek out from the apples and oranges."

"They were bananas." You correct him. "But what about you today, huh? Did you know I was here or were you just hoping that I was just to listen to that little speech?"

"If I tell you, it'll take away all the mystery."

"Joe."

"Okay, okay, fine! Your doorknob ratted ya' out."

“My fucking doorknob ?” He has to stop himself from bursting out laughing at your expression. All he can do is nod as you curse his arcanist heritage; even though it wasn’t as flashy as others’, it still came in handy to hear the voices of metals. “I hate that arcanum of yours─what’s next, my toaster?”

Joe watches as you sink back into the sofa, groaning into your palms. With the awkward tension from before gone, there’s no need to walk on eggshells anymore; he leans backwards as well, finding a comfortable position to lay on his side. After a minute or so, you’re done with your little temper tantrum and tilt your head to meet his eyes for the first time─he smiles and rests his hand on the empty space between your bodies, atop the plush cushions with his palm open, as if asking you for something.

"Just so you know, the little guy put up quite the fight. I don't think it likes me."

“Alright, fine. You said you wanted to make sure we’re cool, so out with it then. I’m all ears.” Your tone is not quite as light nor playful as he hoped, but not as severe either. He feels safe enough to laugh it off. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees your own hand approaching his, clenched into a fist but still nearby.

"Where do I even start?" A strained chuckle comes out of him. There is something daunting about meeting your eyes as he delivers yet another speech─hopefully one less rushed and emotional than the one before─and so, Joe opts to look anywhere else; the curve of your lips and your jaw. His gaze moves lower to your neck and collarbone. The way your body folds and squishes as it presses against the couch, as if you were listening to a bedtime story. Your undivided attention, he decides, is daunting. He feels a tug, it's your pointer finger intertwined with his own, encouraging him, and this allows him to continue. "With ... sorry, I guess? I mean, first day I dropped by, I was ready to pick up where we left off and argue a lil' bit more before making up. Doesn't matter now, though. But ... realizing I didn't know how you were holdin' up in here was the worst. I assumed you'd be right there, face smushed against the window, makin' faces at me, cursin' me to hell and back. Maybe even hoping I'd mess up a few orders at Tang's."

Your nimble fingers mess with the cuff of his gloves as you speak, undoing the buttons and sliding the piece of fabric off. Compared to his own skin, yours is so much colder. On instinct, the moment you’re within reach, he takes a hold of your hand, if only to warm you up a little. When you scoot a little closer, his breath is caught up in his throat. "You got one thing right at least; I did cheer when I saw you drop that coffee all over that poor guy. And then ... I got mad, you kept getting all the orders wrong.

“You could’ve just dropped by for your shift.”

“You could’ve just gotten better at waiting tables.”

“Hey, I did get better! It was a stressful week without you around, alright?” When your grip on him tightens, Joe raises your hand up to his face, if only to nuzzle his cheek alongside your skin. Once, twice. In soothing circles. This time, you’re the one staring in quiet wonder, not daring to make a noise and break the moment. Chapped lips press against your knuckles, one by one, as he holds onto you like his life depends on it.

"Don't even remember when it happened, but I was miserable in bed. Didn't feel like going out, didn't feel like doing anything at all─what's the point if the crew wasn't together? I thought about what you said, the shit I said. We were way over the line, man. That's not how I wanna talk to you guys."

"That's how you always talked to us, J." A deep cut, you weren't holding back any punches today. "Took you long to realize, but I'm glad you got there in the end."

"Ugh. My mom raised me to be better than that. It's just ... it just comes out, no warning. The second it's out of my hands, it's as if ... Ah, hell." He draws circles on your skin with his thumb, trying to calm himself down. "It's like ... If I don't have a good grasp back at the forge, if my hand slips or trembles, if I lose focus for one second, it's over. Except it's not so bad in the forge, all I get is a little scare or a little burn, but out there? Someone else gets hurt 'cause of me. Someone goes missing c'ause of me. And that scares the crap outta me."

For once, he tilts his head to look at you with a furrowed brow. The unspoken words linger in the air─What if it was you, what if it was Mercuria, or Pioneer. Or Becket and Hollick. Or any of the orphaned kids that depend on him for a single meal a day, or the homeless that so easily get swept under the rug in a system that wants nothing to do with them? The fact that he's still insisting on being the one to carry all of Haight Street on his back is frustrating, but you choose to let him finish. It's rare enough to see Joe admit he's scared of something, even rarer to see him talk at length about what goes on behind that heroic façade.

"It's fine if you guys get angry at me, it's easier to deal with than have any of y'all elbows deep into trouble with the cops or the Chamber of Commerce. 'Cause we're all a family, yeah? Family's argue all the time, doesn't mean they care any less about each other. I mean, you still know I care a lot, right? Even after our fight?"

How can you answer that? How can you find the words to let him know that no, you don't know. You didn't know. That you don't think families should argue like this on the daily, that whatever happened that day was an unfortunate accident of built up, pent up stress, but still something that left you wondering night after night if you would ever feel the same as before, going about your day while knowing how little regard Joe had for you. Right now, you're contending with almost two decades worth of experiences that shaped Joe into the man he is today, all the things he had to learn on his own against your own life lessons and your own experience. Noticing the contrast between the two of you is fun when it's about the little things; you run cold, he runs hot. He prefers salty, you prefer sweet. You're the brains, he's the muscle. But inspecting the fundamental differences this close makes you freeze in place.

Fear seizes your heart─what if this is the reason you two never see eye to eye, what if this is what eventually breaks the bond you share? So incompatible, too alien to understand one another and find common ground.

Joe squeezes your hand. Your palm rests so nicely in his, your fingers resting in the space between his, pressing against pronounced knuckles and veins. The hands that have held you time and time again with no hesitation at all.

"C'mon, don't leave me hanging. Say something, please?"

You know he's not lying, because you can feel the thin coat of sweat on his skin; Joe's hands get clammy when he gets nervous, but no one notices because he's usually always sweating, either from running errands or being locked in his personal sanctuary, fighting fire and brimstone. You look at him through brand new lenses, as if this were the first time you truly saw him.

"I ..." You swallow the lump formed in your throat. He's been honest, he's here to make amends. It's only fair that you meet him halfway with your own honesty. "You keep saying that you never mean the things you say when we fight, but I do. It was fucked up to bring up Polly─Paulina─but you wouldn't have listened to me if I hadn't! It's─fuck, it's ... You can't say that you care, and then turn around and say all that shit to us─to me─every time thing's go bad. Maybe you can brush it off, but I can't! I don't care if I get angry at some rich suit waltzing into the restaurant, they mean nothing to me. But you?! I don't want to be angry at you all the time. You'd rather hurt us yourself than let something or someone else do that? How is that fair for anyone?!"

It takes you a moment to realize that you're sitting as upright as your body allows it, driven by the tension in your muscles. Joe has let go of your hand at some point, you don't know when, but now, he reaches towards you once more. It takes you another moment to realize he's gently wiping away the hot, angry tears running down your face. Months of feelings are catching up to you now, and now that you know you're crying, it's hard to stop the broken sobs and the sniffling and the aggressive wiping, a futile attempt at trying to keep your face dry. Joe doesn't wait. He hugs you; one arm craddling your head, gently petting you, while the other supports your waist as you reluctantly find a comfortable position.

"I'm sorry, I'm a big, dumb and dense idiot, huh?" a gravelly voice reaches your ears. The way Joe attempts to stand strong for you, to continue those habits of his even as his voice trembles just as much as yours doesn't go unnoticed.

"And stubborn," you manage to croak out in-between hiccups.

"A big, dumb, dense and stubborn idiot." He repeats softly.

"Don't you fucking dare patronize me now, J." The threatening tone in your voice is drowned out by your tears and sobs, but it still earns a solemn nod from him. This is new. "I'm serious. You have to take me and everyone else seriously, instead of running off to do it all yourself!"

"R-right. Yeah, okay. I'll─"

Your head shoots up from its hiding place safely tucked under his chin. "Promise me, J. You say you wanna do better, then start with this. The next time you feel the itch to start a fight with us over something stupid, just talk to me─hell, talk to anyone you want. Just don't go do it all on your own. Promise."

"...One condition; you promise me you'll never run out on me like that ever again. No silent treatment, no avoiding each other for weeks. Tell me to fuck off if you have to, kick me out of the room, but don't cut me out of your life like that without a warning." Joe pauses as he searches for something in your eyes, a hint of helplessness that you've never seen before across his features. "Please."

This is a compromise both of you are willing to take. Resting your forehead against his, you close your eyes and take a deep breath to bask in a quiet moment of understanding─this is how it should be, a fight followed by a reconciliation, a catharsis, a proper ending to know take the next step on the same page. For a moment, you feel his stare and a hint of nervousness as Joe treads through unknown waters, but then he closes his eyes as well.

"Deal." You say.

"Good." Slowly, with you still in his arms, Joe leans backwards until he's laying on the lousy, creaking sofa with you secured atop of him.

His leather jacket lays forgotten on the floor, as do the two mugs by the table, cold and stale. Sirens blare outside on the streets, dealing with the aftermath of parties and bar fights, and cars keep going back and forth the road. But neither of you could care less about such details. All you can concentrate now is the pleasing and gentle movement of Joe's chest as it rises and falls with each and every breath, your head resting gently on top, hearing the tempo of his heartbeat slow down little by little. And all Joe can concentrate now is your weight on him, your full presence after weeks of solitude. Your hair tickles him here and there, and your legs move about restlessly, bumping against his own sometimes on accident, sometimes on purpose as a warning to stop taking up so much space.

"Did you do anything about the restaurant while I was gone? We still need funds." Your voice suddenly breaks up the silence, and Joe follows with a long groan. Part of you brings it up just to test the waters, to start yet another playful back and forth. It's hardly an appropriate time to ask him of any serious business, after all. You too want to bask in his company. "You didn't, did you?"

"And you say that I'm stubborn?" At this, you pinch his cheeks and pull hard enough to sting, just a little. "I did! I did, ow! Pioneer's got us covered. But if you wanna talk business, you'll have to come to work tomorrow with me, let everyone know we're back together and stronger than ever, yeah? Tonight we chill, we've earned it."

His joy is palpable and a little suffocating as he squeezes you as tightly as he can. You can feel him press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. How can he not want to squish you until you pop? When you least expect it, Joe shifts to his side, trapping you between his frame and the backrest of the sofa. In such a reduced space, you have no option but to wrap your arms around his waist, looking up at him with feigned indignation.

"You know I have a perfectly decent bed, right? We can just sleep there."

"And let you kick me while you sleep?" Joe yawns, exhaustion catching up to him. "Nah, this is much better."

"And If I have to get up to drink or go to the bathroom?"

"Can't hear you. I'm sleepin' now. And you should too."

You chuckle and move to kiss his chin, then his neck, feeling the bob of his Adam's apple. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his mouth turn into a fine line, resisting the urge to indulge you and keep bothering each other until the sun rises, but you're already satisfied. All that's left is closing your eyes and allow his breathing to lull you to sleep.

"Night, pipsqueak."

"Night, dummy."

#reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 joe #joe #why is it so long? bc i needed to explore my characterization of him for no reason other than i felt like it

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goldentoshi · 1 year ago

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“your ex is gonna get beat the fuck up.” i said as i spoke with the guys in the discord server.

“i’m sorry about her. she’s insane.” he sighed.

“nah that bitch is crazy.” sanzu chuckled, getting ready for the race. we were all playing gta rp.

“listen, i get she’s a lunitic , but can we refrain from calling women out their names?” kakucho said. always such a gentlemen. if i wasn’t in this contract with rindou, i might’ve perused him.

“such a gentleman.” i smiled at him before getting my vehicle from the auto shop in our game. “i’m not stressing on her. she’s with someone who has a history of cheating and has watched every male figure in his life do the same. she’s with the guy i created cause the original one that i had would have her sliding down the wall and eating glass.”

"eating glass is insane, not even gonna cap." mikey said, speaking for the first time since we started our lobby. "i wonder if that's how all my hoes feel."

"probably. i mean that one girl slept outside our front door so she could see you." ran laughed. his brother wrapped his arms around my body as he watched.

"and to be honest, damon can go to hell too because you're weird even getting with her in the first place." sanzu added.

"thank you! like, you're that desperate but you're constantly trying to contact me and that weird post on twitter." i scoffed. "i literally can't stand him."

"you know rin would beat his ass if needed. don't trip."

"i almost did." rindou said, finally paying attention to the conversation. "he's so fucking bitter it's sick."

"eh, that's what happens when you fuck someone who didn't deserve it over and now you're facing the consequences." sanzu said, before blowing up a random gas station.

my phone buzzed, signaling i had a call coming through. i handed rindou my headset and remote while i took care of the call. "hello?"

"y/n. it's me, damon." the caller said. he sounded as though he had been crying.

"look, stop calling me-" i started saying before he cut me off.

"keleah is dying." he cut me off. i went silent. "she's asking for you, and i know we're not on good terms but that's my sister and-"

"text me the hospital. i'm on the way." i said, grabbing my bag, keys and hoodie. i hung up as i grabbed them and walked to rindou's room. "hey i got to go."

"okay, you good?" he asked, reading my facial expression.

"yeah, someone i know is in the hospital. she's dying and she's asking for me. i'll call you later." i said and ran out the door before he could say anything else.

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wyrmguardsecrets · 7 months ago

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Take it with a grain of salt but I had a really bad experience with a guild on Mg Horde. It all happened in VC but even if I had evidence I don’t think I’d be comfortable posting it. My friend and I saw some cool Rp stuff and had talked about trying out Rp. Really cool marches and rp battles. It kept coming up until we finally decided to do it near the end of BfA.

The stuff that got us interested was on Mg but we assumed that if they kept doing those kinds of events and spreading the word, the faction would get popular. I remade my toon over there and got into what seemed like a cool guild. Work stuff delayed by buddy.

At first the guild seemed active but more indifferent to me as a new member. Nothing I hadn’t experienced before on PvE servers. A week and a half in, I saw two officers and some members in VC so I joined. I got a few hellos but they went back to chatting amongst themselves. I just listened and did my thing until they started talking about some lowbie in Org. I recognized the name because it was my friend.

They called his toon “One of Thrall’s pussies” and agreed that they wouldn’t let that kind of trash exist on their server. I started whispering to my friend telling me what they were saying. The conversation turned into how Garrosh should have gutted Thrall like a fish and all this. Stupid stuff. Then they said that the first Siege of Org should have been Stormwind so they could have killed Andiun when he was still a “baby (gay slur)” and how Garrosh could finish what he started.

Then they go on how Garrosh deserved to be the one to kill Anduin and debated if Garrosh would execute him while he was helpless or take him back to Org to kill him in the arena when he was healed. Then they talked about how more Alliance should be raid bosses so their bodies can be displayed in Org then Jaina being the last raid boss and how blizz robbed them of it. They talked about how Jaina could be displayed and by what body part she should be hung up by. One said they couldn’t hang her by her head because they should send the head to her mother. Then someone said they should “split her in two” like some movie with bone in the title. I never heard of that movie and I can’t remember the full name either. They all agreed that would be perfect because one half could be shown in Org and the other sent to her mother.

At first I thought it was funny to hear them talk shit on my buddy and we laughed when I whispered it to him. But as the conversation got darker, I started to feel like I was in some mini serial killer convention. I couldn't stomach the talk about Jaina so I left my computer. When I came back, they were talking about how if you go to war, you're “morally obligated to kill everyone” including children in order to win that war. This was one of the officers and they started talking about how in RL, you have to even kill the babies because “their blood was poisoned.” I left the call and left the guild. The officer whispered me but I didn’t read it. I logged out and deleted the toon. Gold and all. Told my buddy to do the same.

That guild is still around and one of the top guilds from what I hear. When I hear about stuff on that server I believe it. Be careful. Those people pretend to be welcoming but they actually need help. Like straight jackets and padded rooms. Please be careful.

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ok now I want to know about hickory and Caroline

You are doing some cocomelon war flashbacks shit to me

So, I'm going to break this up into two sections, because both stories are very long. Hickory is someone who can just go to hell, but Caroline actually started as someone I was really close to and served as a mentor figure for only for her to backstab me so, choose which one to read first based on that.

Hickory:

Hickory was one of the founding members of our half life rp group. She was a 16 year old trans girl at the time who unfortunately played one of the best character concepts for an OC. We had to sacrifice Gerald who lived in the Black Mesa walls for this. Hickory was also uh... well, she was what terfs and sex negative people think trans women and kinksters are, to be frank. To prove that I am NOT fucking with you, I will be providing some screenshots that I just gathered from the members who were around when that went down.

Hickory started out as a socially awkward teenager who didn't really know how to talk to us. Which like, that's fine. She was 16, trans, and it was the middle of the covid lockdowns. Understandable, I guess. Except when she started getting extremely inappropriate extremely quickly with the adults in the server.

In the very first week, after meeting each other outside of our characters, we were talking about our dogs and the topic of leashes and collars came up, I don't remember how, but it was completely innocent. Hickory decided to run in with this:

(Nothing happened with that deleted user, it's just an old account from one of the other members)

She ended up double and then tripling down on this, and despite all of us asking her to stop, kept going until she started calling her boyfriend "master." We had JUST met, and this was in the general channel, and she was 16. We all told her to stop a lot more aggressively, and then she slinked away acting like we were just being sex-negative prudes who hated transfem sexuality. Worth noting that deleted user up there is also a trans woman herself and everyone else responding to Hickory is also some flavour of trans.

I was in class when this happened, and backread at work because I worked front desk night shift security at the time and had nothing better to do. I ended up extending an olive branch her way in DMs by giving her the benefit of the doubt and going "hey, I know it's awkward when you're coming into a sexuality that others deem abnormal, and you're desperate to connect with others like you when you're 16, but this isn't the way to go about it. There's much more healthy resources out there about sex ed for kinksters and age-appropriate ways to ask and talk about it, and I'd be happy to pass them on to you if you want."

She uh. She bit my head off.

GIRL WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT...

She continued to hop into the server to randomly tell us about her sexcapades in the open general chat, and then would retreat to the vent channels screaming and crying about how we hated her and wanted her dead and just hated trans women when we asked her to stop. Eventually, we started ignoring her entirely and letting her freak out in her tantrum hole, upon which she would throw another tantrum on top of the other one about how we all hated her and excluded her on purpose.

We have a rule in our server about how the vent channel is not your therapist, and to keep it to things you just want some comfort for. That rule exists because of what Hickory started doing next.

She started treating it like a suicide hotline.

Like, she would tell us all in detail about her plans to off herself and how much she wanted to do it, and then when we gave her actual advice to go to therapy or call AN ACTUAL HOTLINE, she would scream at us about how we all hated her and didn't support her living "the way she chose to," which was, honest to god, tradwife and suicidal. No matter what we did or said, if we weren't total yes men who said she should do it, she considered us ontological enemies. So we all started ignoring her when she did that too. And then she started screaming and crying about how we wanted her to die after all.

My favourite was when she pulled this trick about how HER BOYFRIEND ABUSED AND CHEATED ON HER AFTER SHE TOLD ME "I WANT TO BE ABUSED"

Eventually, we started ignoring her every time she spoke, no matter what it was about.

And then she pulled this, and my now-boyfriend, and life partner, whom I now live with, sent this back

and Hickory left the server instantly. My boyfriend straight up killed her. Sniped her from orbit. She tried to complain to the woman who was "deleted user" up there, and she told her to fuck off and that she brought this on herself. There is some insane irony behind the fact that the other trans woman in the group was the one who first officially said "do you guys wanna cut that bitch off entirely" and we all said "PLEASE GOD CAN WE"

Caroline:

Caroline was a 15 year old lesbian from a hyper-religious evangelical ultra-conservative family in Idaho, who played our Gordon Freeman and glados at the time. When I say her family was crazy, I mean that she was 15 and totally homeschooled and didn't know what basic human anatomy was. I mean that she was 15 and her dad didn't let her play half life 1 because "it was too violent," and her youth pastor protested against Disney+ for "turning kids gay."

Being a teenage lesbian in this environment was not great for her, and she started off as a kid who was confused and hurt. I ended up taking her under my wing because no one else in her life would, and SOMEONE had to give her proper education that wasn't seeped in christian bullshit. And hey, I worked nights, I could give her the time in between my rounds and camera checks.

So I spent many nights unpacking and unraveling the cult personality that had been instilled in her from birth. Giving her sources outside of the church and picking apart her original sin complex piece by piece, while directing her to actual sex ed resources about how her body worked tailored to lesbians and answering all her questions as best as I could in an age-appropriate way.

This was our relationship for over a year. And this is why I will never take on a mentorship role like that again unless nobody else can do it and they REALLY need it.

She did what a lot of cult survivors do when they accept that their reality is a lie: she pivoted hard in the opposite direction. She wasn't really sure what she believed anymore, or if she believed in a god at all. That was fine, but it was concerning when she started doubling down on things like being anti-evolution, despite claiming that she wanted to be a scientist. She had a phase where she was completely anti-religion at the same time as this so, kind of a scrambled egg brain worldview.

She made a lot of progress over a long period of time. She started by telling me she "didn't want me to go to hell" when I said I was an atheist and then started to backtrack on that statement. She also started by claiming that "god made you female for a reason" and then backtracked on that later on too.

She even convinced her parents to let her go to in-person school with other kids. It was a religious school, but it was a start.

And then her favourite teacher was fired. Conveniently after telling her students in bumfuck nowhere conservative christian Idaho that queer people belonged in heaven.

And then all hell broke loose.

She completely backtracked on all the progress she had made and doubled back down on the cult she was raised in, going full on "I suffer from same-sex attraction" and "if you don't stop slandering god by saying 'jesus christ' around me, im going to block you."

This did not go well in a server full of queers and minorities.

I was the one who initially confronted her about her recent behavior shift because I was the one who had this mentorship role in her life so I thought it was my responsibility to yank her back on the tracks. She responded by bastardizing what I had taught her about setting boundaries with her parents and finding her own paths and beliefs in life by sending us all an essay about how we were suddenly disrespecting her boundaries by pointing out her regressive behavior after all the progress she had made, and then left our group chat with no warning before we could respond. My boyfriend was extremely pissed off about her talking to me that way and ended up DMing her telling her to get her head out of her ass and learn what boundaries actually are.

She went dark.

And then started talking in the main server as if none of this ever happened.

Me, being the person I am, confronted her about that by telling the others what happened and how she can't just act like nothing ever happened with the people she claimed were her friends, who she had claimed helped her so much over the time we knew her.

She blew up on everyone, yelled about how we were all god-haters who were gonna burn in hell, and we all blocked her, banned her from the server, and broke all her emergency join links.

Rome wasn't built in a day, but it did fall in a day, eh?

She then proceeded to make this tantrummy-ass post on one of her rp blogs where she twisted the whole situation to make it look like she was some white knight standing up for what was right against the wave of satanic atheists oooohh~!

awww, did we huwt yow feewings?

In response to her shit, I bought God is Not Great the next day and her characters were snatched up by the others within hours. And she was an absolutely dogshit writer to be frank so we don't really miss her. Rping with her felt like talking to yourself with her single-sentence responses to huge paragraphs.

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saw that you had some discussion about the pepito retconning and otipep. i was very surprised to see people hating it so much, and am disappointed by it being retconned.

i read the situation as pepito throwing a tantrum, because pepito is a small child and small children do stuff like that all the time. not pepito not actually wanting roier as a parent. little kids are dramatic all the time.

otipep does not exist and never existed, regardless of retcon. it was the explanation roier made to explain to himself why his child was having a tantrum because he wasn’t in a place where he could deal with it. it’s not reality, they’re not separate characters. it’s just pepito.

You see, the thing about Otipep is that he directly insulted the streamer, and he refuse to "Yes-And" with him, and that's the number one thing in any kind of improv storytelling. They were a different admin from what the audience and Roier were used to, and that's fine, we're used to it. What isn't fine is that Otipep refused to work with Roier and insulted him and ignored him and walked away every time ccRoier tried explaining what he and Admin 07's Pepito had been doing for the past few days. Call it a tantrum, that's fine, but it's also a dick move when it's your literal job to work with the streamers to tell a story. Look at the way other eggs have thrown tantrums, and then look at Otipep.

You'll be hard-pressed to find a Hispanic fan that actually liked the Otipep Day and that's because Otipep came in and immediately and actively destroyed days' worth of storytelling and wrecked a cc's attempts at a story to the point of the cc giving up on the rp for the day and going to build and even getting off the server a little earlier than planned because like? Okay? Sure, destroy yet another one of Roier's planned Lores, it's not like people have been doing that since the first week of the server.

The only people that I've seen defending Otipep at all have been English-Onlies who saw Otipep's English sign and bed basically screaming to the world "ROIER IS A TERRIBLE FATHER AND SOMEONE NEEDS TO ADOPT ME! PREFERABLY SOMEONE WHO SPEAKS ENGLISH BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I TYPED THIS SIGN IN! NOT THE LANGUAGE ANY OF MY PARENTS SPEAK!"

And what happened after people saw that sign? Well, English fans all went "Well this obviously proves that Roier is a terrible father and that Bad should adopt Pepito instead. He's been a bad father all along, and he's just as evil and insane as Cellbit is." This, in turn, started the process of the Hispanic fandom yet again losing a character on the server; at this point, it's legit just Roier and Quackity because Pol isn't allowed online for Lore Reasons and qMaxo is dead and everybody else just doesn't log on as often. Do you see the problem here?

Roier describing Otipep to Richarlyson legit made Richas' admin go "WHAT????" because that was Not professional behavior on Otipep's Admin's part. And that's the biggest thing here, I think: the lack of professionalism at play when you're hired to play your part and work with people "in the spotlight" (aka the streamers) but you aren't cooperating at all. It's like going to work at a grocery store and being told you're working the registers that day and going "No, actually, I'm going to stock shelves". You don't do that at work, and you definitely don't do that live on stream in front of 10k+ viewers.

I work in childcare. I know a tantrum when I see it, and Otipep could be seen as one. But you have to keep in mind the meta aspects here and think, wow, this is fucked up from a meta perspective! Going out of your way to ruin the fun of someone else just because you want the story to go a certain way? Not to be tolerated in any kind of collaborative setting. My dnd groups have kicked people from the table for less.

It got to the point where Quackity himself has to say it isn't canon, and, well. I think we can see that there was a genuine problem.

#asks!#anon!#does that make sense anon?

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yippeefrog · 7 months ago

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LOOKING FOR ROLEPLAY PARTNERS!!

Hi!! I am looking for a long term partner to write with!! I am genderfluid use they/them generally but am also good with any other pronoun set 🫶 & I am an adult if that matters to you! My timezone is EST, but my sleep schedule is... not there 😔 and I am willing to RP with someone from anywhere as long as they don't mind not getting immediate responses— I'm in school and volunteer often, but hope to respond daily (at least to check in and say hi, I want to be friends 😊)

I generally write at LEAST lit/semi-lit responses but will end up matching my partner's energy. I am also down to making pinterest boards, drawing scenes, and putting playlists together (let's have fun!!) ✌️

Writing-wise, I'm looking for more fluff type things (though I can write dramatic scenes and also love hurt/comfort, so we can do both). I am okay with writing angst and toxic relationships as long as we do not glorify them. I am willing to do more NSFW plots (18+ only), but only after we get to know each other and establish our characters' relationships (I'm also ace and like exploring this thematically rather than for anything icky). If you want, we can do multiple different rps at a time, I don't mind 😊

I don't mind OCs as long as I get information on them first!! Even with fandom writing though, I'd really like either canon-compliant or magical/fantasy AUs. With AUs or OCs, I'd like to focus on worldbuilding, not just the characters themselves.

I am open to M/M, M/F, and F/F pairings and don't mind if either of us writes a character as trans/something different from canon. Please be open to queer characters, I play a lot of characters as trans or genderqueer in some way.

Here is a list of my muses (+ romantic ships, though you don't neccessarily have to play one of them, I can do a platonic rp too 😊 I'm also open to canon x oc ships) —

FIRE EMBLEM THREE HOUSES:

- lysithea (x annette, edelgard, hilda)

- ferdinand (x any cc, especially edelgard or hubert)

- linhardt (x caspar)

- ingrid (x mercedes, dorothea, dimitri)

TWISTED WONDERLAND:

- azul (x jamil, riddle)

- riddle (x azul, ruggie, silver)

- ruggie (x riddle, silver, jamil)

- idia (x cater, vil, malleus)*

- trey (x jade, cater, rook)

ENSEMBLE STARS:

- chiaki (x kanata, kaoru)

- tsumugi x natsume (I can play either)

- hajime (x tomoya)

PROJECT SEKAI:**

- kohane (x an, toya, akito)

- miku x rin (i can play either, any sekai)

- tsukasa (x rui, emu, nene)

- ena (x kanade, mizuki, oc)

- nene (x emu, rui, tsukasa, ena, saki)

MONSTER PROM:***

- zoe (x any player character or aaravi)

- liam (x any masc cc, polly, aaravi)

- damien (x oz, liam, amira, aaravi)

* For Idia, I am open to an Ortho/Idia swap au where Idia is the one that died young.

** I DON'T wan't to play a canon prsk— for this one, I'd rather only play a fantasy AU or a pokemon one. Eventually, after establishing the lore, I kind of want to do an AU server

*** Would also love to start a monprom server if enough people were interested

If you wanna do cross-source rp, that is also cool— let's get silly with it lol

If you're interested in any of these, please interact with this post (reblog, comment, or just DM) about which one you're interested in!! Thanks for reading and have an awesome day!!

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aelaer · 9 months ago

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👀👀 tell us about your rp oc bestie :3

Sorry it took me a while to get to this - I'm honestly flattered that anyone's interested! This character was very important to me for a long time. Here's her portrait I made of her in 2016ish, and more about her is under the cut.

The MMO I played was LOTR Online, which started in 2007 and is still going with active updates even today. I started the first year it was out and played it regularly (obsessively even) until 2018ish. I can't remember how much I played the next two years but I haven't logged in for the last 2-3 years. I might in the future but for now I've had my fill. Highly highly recommend for any LOTR & Tolkien fan, but it can be a huge timesink if you're not careful about keeping track of time.

I'll explain stuff as if whoever is reading this knows nothing about LOTR for wider accessibility.

Anyway, in 2011 I switched servers to start RP and created Laerlin, a human (or as Tolkien calls them, "race of Men"). Her game class was "hunter" which is basically an archer/dps type, and in her story I made her trained in archery by her Ithilien Ranger dad (which is basically a specialist military regiment known for their woodland/stealth skills - they serve Gondor, the largest country of humans in LOTR). Since he was military, he wasn't around all the time so obviously the training was when he was like, on leave and stuff. She grew up with her mom in Minas Tirith, the capital of Gondor (and the big white layered stone city you may have seen in screenshots if you've not seen the films) while her dad was in service out in the dangerous borderlands of Ithilien across the river. I have a lot more about her background from pre-RP - happy to tell more if anyone asks.

ANYWAY. Starter characters in LOTRO start hundreds of miles away from Gondor (which wasn't even in the game in 2011) so 3/4ths of human RP chars need to figure out a story as to why they're in the starting hub (a mostly-human town called Bree) in the first place. I had a decently outlined backstory before starting RP that just grew in the telling as I discovered more about Laerlin through RP - if anyone wants to know more about her story (any part of it), just ask.

I figured since I rolled hunter and had that backstory she'd turn into some sort of hunter/adventurer in RP, right? Nope. The stories that ended up happening led her to becoming a healer. Now, healing in LOTR is very low magic, so game mechanics were largely ignored by RPers and anything resembling magic was very rarely used unless supported by Tolkien texts, at least in the RP hub. When I discovered I loved researching ancient healing methods (largely Roman surgery and American native herbal medicines, though I pulled from every old culture), I RPed healing as much as I could, and eventually Laerlin got the reputation of a good healer IC with a detailed player who would RP with basically anyone OOC. She ended up getting very busy and she got to be good through RP as opposed to all offscreen training, which I loved.

I did end up rolling a lot of "alt" characters to also RP with (I think my final count of characters was about 34 over 3 accounts - multiple accounts to RP more than one character at a time, either because one scene is slow or for storytelling purposes). However, Laerlin was always my main, the character I had more hours on by far, and what I got known by (and it's why Laer is still my online handle - it came from the first "Laer" character on my first LOTRO server and really solidified with Laerlin). Because I spent so much time on her in my earlier years of RP, she became pretty well known on the server.

The RP hub of Bree was well known for its town guards vs outlaws RP in 2011 as the head of the town guard was a very patient and tolerant player that RPed with even people I wouldn't RP with. Very nice guy. Because it was so active, Laerlin got a job as a healer in the town watch and got plenty of experience there, lasting until around 2014 after a dramatic firing that landed her jail time. She also eventually opened her own clinic (in player housing) after an RP adventure in the surrounding wilds led to a ton of gold (best excuse ever, I can't even remember who ran that adventure anymore). That got pretty decent usage considering it was outside of the main hub.

Laerlin also did a ton of travel RP. I'd just move her timeline around so I could say "okay in March she's in this area of the world, and the stuff I'm RPing in the hub is after her return". This allowed me to do travel RP and Bree hub RP at the same time. There were only a handful of arcs that I didn't do this and she was gone-gone from city RP. I took her all over the world - from Bree she went to the Shire, Rivendell, Forodwaith, Dunland, Isengard's surrounding areas, Helm's Deep, Dol Amroth, Minas Tirith, and several lands in between. She saw the aftermath of the battle of Helm's Deep as the wounded left behind began to heal, and was in the capital of Gondor when the siege occurred (in LOTRO RP, most players I was with put a long length of time between the two events due to waiting for the areas to be released, unlike the canon timeline - the whole game world's stuck in 7 months of time for several RL years, so canon dates were not strictly followed in RP). She ended up being very well traveled over her 7-8 years of activity.

Laerlin saw plenty of love. Her first fiance died (player went AWOL) within like, 6 months after her creation. She was with her second guy for like, 1.5 to 2 RL years - got married and all, became the hot gossip of the RP hub every now and again - but that ended in divorce. It's still pretty amazing how long that relationship lasted, in hindsight. There was also a tale of unrequited love afterwards from another guy that was one of the best arcs I ever did (and his player I still consider an RL friend - great guy). When I stopped RP, she was still unattached, but I like to think she eventually found love.

LOTRO has an amazing music system which uses these special text files written a certain way to generate a song with several different choices of instruments in-game. This created a lot of bands where players will write the notation for each part and play the song all together - and it often sounds absolutely amazing. But it's also great for RP, and my love for the system turned into Laerlin's love for music. She learned the lute, flute, and harp over the years and often played in Bree's tavern, or just outside. It was a great way to lure people into RP while playing with the system too.

I ended up DMing a lot of RP stories as I grew more confident as a RPer and storyteller. I'm not sure how many plots I ended up leading, but player count in the plots varied from 1-2 people to over a dozen people. Some plots were just for one or two RL days, and my longest one ended up being a month long with planned mini-events 5-6 days of the week (I'd never do that again, I was crazy).

She was also very, very flawed to start. I wanted her to grow through experiences to become a different, better person, so she started off as someone who was easily offended by anything she found uncouth (despite not being upper class, she was from the largest city in the world so definitely cultural clashes when she first came to Bree that took a long time to fully smooth out). More importantly, she had a prejudice based on her county's history with their southern neighbor, and a good dose of history and propaganda made her very disdainful of anyone from that area (Umbar, for those who know Tolkien). It took her *years* to get rid of it, and it was so satisfying to RP her growth. But she still maintained a bit of a short fuse that was triggered by some of the most minor things even in the end, which kept her interesting.

She didn't meet a ton of Tolkien canon characters. Barliman Butterbur was the most frequent since he owns said tavern that was the RP hub. Probably some background Shire Hobbits. In Rivendell, I think I was in plots where someone RPed as Elrond and I definitely had her meet Bilbo. She knew Halbarad because she was trusted by many RP Rangers who came into Bree and met him in one of those travel adventures. Erkenbrand was a major player in my Helm's Deep plot. The most egregious meeting was when she worked in the Houses of Healing after the siege and got to meet Aragorn. But by that time she had built 4 or 5 years of RP with his Rangers so it worked out well, like as a capstone to her long, long journey of growth and self discovery.

Laerlin alone saw hundreds of thousands of words of RP storytelling. Some of the RP was very silly, but a lot of it was poignant and really special. I'd never spend as much time online again as I did in the earlier years of RP, but I can't say I regret it, either, because I made a lot of friends and my growth as a writer was substantial. Because of all this, Laerlin will always have a special place in my heart.

But yeah if anyone has any questions about her (or any of the other... 34 RP characters...), or about what the LOTRO RP was like, feel free to ask. Or if you want to see any screenshots, I still have those on my old computer that I can pull up.

#lotro #lotro oc #rp #oc #oc art #anonymous #ask #answered #my artwork

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