#im a roleplayer

[kabutoden]

if aradia's death was just in-character for a long roleplay, what's the deal with tavros and terezi's disabilities? did vriska have anything to do with them?

She Did Do Those Things. vriska no!!!!!!

[thescienceofdeductionblogs]

This website is BORING.

Nothing is happening.

Why am I even here?

-SH

[comradeboyhalo]

(not maintagging this because it comes out more aggressive than it means to be. this is just an unserious rant.)

first of all, i do think qsmp as a whole has been kinder to cc!bad. the qsmp’s more dnd-like format is more inclusive in general, there’s net 0 creators who constantly swear at him, and the fandom does treat him better (the bar is low though). i’m more than grateful for that. 

that being said. i dislike how everyone acts like cc!bad was bullied into a corner on the dsmp. yes, a chunk of creators and fans only saw him as a “language” joke, thats an unfortunate fact. but i see a lot of people ignore the fact that cc!bad saw this, and in response created a whole fucking storyline that was designed to allow everyone to join in on it. 

bad, ant, and sam created the egg arc because they disliked the current political storylines and wanted to experiment with scifi-horror. this was after the badlands were formed, and after they realized that they were locked out of a lot of l’manberg conflicts. they didn’t sit around waiting for lore to be handed to them, they created it themselves. to act as though bad didn’t have the chance to create a complex character on the dsmp, or that every cc didnt take him seriously, is devaluing his work. the ccs involved in the egg arc did see c!bad as a threat. they respected his work, they participated in his lore. and there were a lot of them! you just maybe just didn't watch them.

if YOUR streamer only saw bad as a “language” joke, whatever. if YOUR side of the damp fandom never paid attention to egg lore, thats fine. but dont act like every cc did, or that the egg arc didn’t have a following. its true that it was very underrated, but cc!bad is also not this helpless baby who needs his hand held to create an engaging character. he saw he was the largest streamer among the egg arc ccs, and used that platform to bring everyone else up. he put in the fucking work, and it’s not his fault that people still refuse to acknowledge it.  

i see ex-dsmp fans praise the qsmp fandom for respecting bad, and then turn around and beg him to not reference egg lore. the same people who love karmaland, ordem paranormal, and 2b2t references are telling bad that he can’t reference his story, that he put work in. why? for dislike of streamers who weren’t even involved in it? you cant be happy bad is seen as his own person, then turn around and boil his dsmp work down to bigger streamers you dislike.

again, i don’t blame people for not watching the egg arc. i don’t think anyone should be forced to watch every storyline, or keep up with every cc. i don’t know. it’s just frustrating i guess? me and other egg arc fans were creating content, character analyses, and lore masterposts all to hype up c!bad and it’s not our fault yall ignored it and are just now seeing bad’s a good roleplayer! idk! i know everyone’s trying to be nice, i love everyone who’s new to bad’s content, i dont want to gatekeep at all. but your dsmp experiences are not universal. the way your streamers treated bad was not the way everyone treated bad. 

[wingherc]

｢𓆄｣"..."

"Scrambled eggs is fried chicken."

[bidokja]

I thought you kin kdj?

anon i hope this is a joke cause if this is a genuine question it is the singlemost scathing read i have ever recieved in my life 👏 bravo

[miyaisastar]

he remindes me of heatedpirate I don't like him.

[iamautisticidiot]

Ugh okay so like, I did say I was done with ask blogs BUUUTTT I do still love roleplaying and I do miss rping with some of my wonderful followers.

I have two new rp blogs, @logan-howlettrp and @wade-wilsonrp that I just made. Yes I know it's my autism making me obsessed with the characters but I promise I'm not gonna abandon them.

Also that movie was awesome and I loved all the jokes in it.

[mediocre-eternity]

Ah, friends. Yet again it is the season where I get a good eight hours to do whatever I need to do. The time of year where, despite the pleasant warmth, my mortal connections suffer, my social gathering spots close before the sun sets and there are no more spur of the moment Target and Ikea trips. The time of year where kindred are mostly left up to our own creative devices… we mostly end up on balconies and visiting each other.

I was invited to a party.

Some weeks ago I was intensely drawn to meet someone in the Bowery. Initially I was annoyed, because I didn’t feel like driving nor taking the subway and these types of the things are not something I’d typically ignore. The house was quiet, though. Benji was somewhere in the city on his own; Daniel was with Jesse. I decided to jump the rooftops.

The Edge was where I was being called to, which is a place I sometimes frequent alone and I wondered if it was coincidence that this was the location they asked to meet.

When I arrived, a young man was waiting in my favorite spot. He was leaning his body weight against the glass, forehead pressed to look as fully out onto the city below as he could, a position I often found myself in. The internal spark that I had finally reached him sparked and he turned to smile brightly at me. He was young, possibly as young as my mortal age and he didn’t stand much taller. His hair was a deep brown and fell to his chin, his face round and cheery, his fangs awkwardly big for his mouth which was already impossibly crowded by awful teeth.

“Armand!” He beamed when I said nothing. He appeared to me as if we were long standing friends. Immediately he was digging into his lovely wool tailored jacket. I still hadn’t spoke. “Right? Armand? Right? This is for you!” With that a card was presented to me.

“You called out for me for nights just for a greeting?” I asked, finally taking the little paper envelope from him. The package was navy and in gold ink my name was nicely written. The young man was staring.

“Oh, no, no!” His voice was just as bright as his demeanor; very friendly and British. “That was only part of it. My name’s Marshall. Marigold told me I better find you… And she wanted you to have that.” He nodded at the envelope I had already opened. Armand & Daniel, Jessica Reeves and Benjamin Mahmoud…

Marigold, you don’t have to be so formal. I thought to myself.

“I want to live here for a while, in New York.” Marshall continued. “Marigold was the first vampire I met here. She said ‘well then you better find Armand.’ I figured you were the oldest vampire in the city or something.”

I saved reading the rest of the letter until I saw Daniel again. It was one of Marigold’s yearly solstice gathering invitations. Usually they show up in the mail around this time. Maybe she tasked Marshall… a hazing perhaps? Honestly, if he had come to me first I might have done something similar… but Marigold wasn’t the type. She had shoved the invitations into his hand as he stood in her foyer, probably relieved that she didn’t have to do it herself.

“There is a very small group of us elders in New York. You’re delivering the invites?” Marshall nodded, as I had expected. “There are about five of us here, but I am the oldest out of that group. The city, however, belongs to one much more ancient.” I gave him her name and Marshall repeated this name, in shock that he didn’t see her invite in the pile of envelopes he was now frantically shuffling through. I laughed. “No she won’t be in there. She is rarely in the city. She trusts my decisions, though. And truly, I would not speak for the kindred who have always lived here.”

The young one was again silent and still.

“…and who would that be?” He piped, feeling suddenly like his Big Apple dreams might be melting under his feet. “This is so complicated.”

“Maybe twenty more vampires.” I grinned wide which made him swallow. This was fun, I liked Marshall.

“Oh.”

I stepped closer to him. Marshall was young, true, but I had taken from him that he was a Victorian. Who was still telling these fledglings that rules ended in annihilation? I figured we all dropped that after Akasha… I mean, there was a vote on it anyway.

Akasha. He had never laid eyes on her, but the fear with that name permeated a portion of his mind. And the annihilation part was mostly my fault, but he didn’t know that.

Taking what I wanted from his brain, I relaxed. “Marshall, you may live where-ever you want. Don’t encroach on anyone’s territory or human stock and you’ll be welcome. Have you met John? Roxanna?” The names of my closest constituents in the city outside of my own coven other than Marigold.

“Oh Roxanna found me and John hasn’t answered my calling.” I couldn’t help but laugh. This is exactly how I met those two. I explained how John wouldn’t and where to find him. Just a little quip back for all of the trouble John causes me.

(This particular vampire likes to not be bothered until he decides to find others in his own time. Serves him right for always calling me “Kid.”)

…

(I like John. I am not upset.)

Marshall accompanied me to a higher vantage point where I could point out where to find suitable havens, reminding him that this wasn’t Great Britain and, comparatively, we live much more free lives here, a fact that Marshall was excited about. His maker practically forced him to New York for this reason.

I asked how his maker protected him from Akasha. Marshall did not like how bluntly I had asked.

“Buried me six feet under. Maybe more. He dug and dug and threw me in and dug me back up in a month. I was lucky.” Marshall looked down from the great height and I noticed his pierced ears glimmering as his hair whipped in the air. Unusual. He looked sincerely at me. “Was it really all Lestat’s fault?”

I spent the rest of my time introducing him to the other four elders before returning to Daniel.

[dynamitetitsxoxo]

okay au where trindle has a lot of repressed homophobia and one of the reasons why she slept with SO MANY GUYS when she got with nathan was to overcompensate but then she discovers the ladyklok tribute band and it just awakens something in her

i made this au in my head when i was tipsy and feeling sapphic LMAOO i still love it tho 🖤

[makofinz]

ok I don’t post rp ads on tumblr often BUT. i am DYING to do a StEx rp, esp anything w/ Slick because I love her so dearly. but also like I’m not picky, anything StEx would be so awesome sauce. if anyone is interested please please pleaaase either dm me on here or send a friend req on my disc (user on there is also makofinz !!) ^_^

[tomfrogisblue]

Can't wait for the millisecond Wilbur slightly hovers his mouse cursor over the QSMP Launcher, when Quackity will immediately send a single text to the egg admins groupchat that just says "NOW!!!"

(and then for QNPC02 to crack their knuckles and unleash the angstiest Tallulah monologue, with the kind of despair to make Revivebur proud)

[ettle]

CC hate is so bizarre to me. "There are hints if underlying beef between--" That's a guy playing Minecraft with his friends. If there is beef, I assume it's their personal business up to and until that beef becomes public. Call me when they do something actually bad.

[shadydelusionalvoid]

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Hi ladies, gays, and the possible straight men!

You can call me Star! ✨ Im 19 and from South Africa! I'm autistic, and my special interests revolve around the Batfamily and Supernatural, so expect a lot of chaotic posts, memes, rambles and maybe the occasional selfie here. This blog is basically a collection of my hyperfixations, random thoughts, and writer brain moments.

Speaking of writing—I'm a writer who dabbles in all the genres and a roleplayer who’s always down to create storylines. If you're ever looking for an RP partner or just someone to fangirl/boy with, my DMs are always open! I mainly RP on discord and would only rp with those who are 18+!

PSA!! I do not accept homo/transphobia, zionism, racists, MAPs, ped0s, n@zis or ot6 briize/armies on my blog!!

Stay comfy, stay chaotic, and welcome to my little corner of the internet!✨🧸

[spiderman616]

to be honest it feels disingenuous to call myself a fanfiction writer even if i technically am because all my uploaded ones have since been orphaned and never been completed

[achtm1zuta]

( @commanders-quarters )

The commander’s head let out a trilling beep, almost like an exclamation of delighted recognition. When he lifts his head and processes the circumstances before him more thoroughly, though, processors now whirring in contemplation, he realizes that this is, NOT in fact, his Acht. Sigh. That is alright.

Even so, Tartar cannot help but approach this situation with a similar level of familiarity towards them anyways, albeit with a more pronounced level of caution now.

With most folks that he spoke to, he’d lean over them like he wished to suffocate them with his imposing shadow. He’d look down upon them, figuratively and literally. With Acht, he remained exactly as he stood when speaking to them. Viewing them as equal even with their comparably shorter stature.

Considering it has no clue what this iteration of Acht’s Tartar has done, it’s… reluctant to engage the conversation. Could this be reopening wounds? If their Tartar had been exceptionally harsh to them, it… wouldn’t be surprised. He was never above being harsh.

“… Acht,” he finally spoke, vocals crackling as if they’d been painstakingly forced out. “I… pray there’s no hard feelings at play.”

"... No hard feelings?"

Acht repeated incredulously... When it clicked. They'd encountered an interation of Commander Tartar before, so perhaps... This was a different one.

After a moment of hesitation, they continued speaking.

"... Not towards you specifically, no... Or at least not this version of you, probably. Hell if I know how you telephones treat the other versions of me across here."

They crossed their arms as they nailed down the approach they're gonna take with this one.

Lets not be too hasty with the fury here...

[suddenrundown]

currently repeating "you are under no obligation to be good at the things you do for fun" to myself over and over