#nerve rp

[hiddenwashington]

@devilsmenu said: Was that [MOON GAYOUNG]? Oh no no, that was just [VENUS "VEE" DELMONICO], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [NERVE]. They are [TWENTY FOUR] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long. (maria!)

accepted! welcome to washington d.c. venus 'vee' delmonico [moon gayoung]! please send in your account within 24 hours! please be sure to take a look at the checklist now that you've arrived! we look forward to seeing you around the city! 

[cl0wn1ng---ar0und]

I swore I saw all the worst the universe have to offer other than probably the apocalypse or something, but no here we have the freak child of the joker and if I had to assume Harley as well

Honestly I'm surprised you weren't killed when you were born for a comical "joke". Maybe used as a baby grenade.

@well-riddle-me-this

Keep my dads name out of your fucking mouth!

He loved me very much you- you- waste of air!

[project-revival-theory]

[Miss Jennings was sitting there, her 2pm client wasn't coming in. If they'd been discharged or they died she never asked, she could never take the thought of them dying so always assumed they were just discharged and living better lives. So now she was sat here for an hour or more with nothing to do but to contemplate the words from the anon earlier that day, looking at the Nokia phone given to her by the Author that only had one button.]

[She said she would wait until Thursday to think about it, but what harm could one phone call be?]

[The phone rang.]

[It takes a while to pick up. Otto takes his time reaching out from under his blanket to pick up the phone, stares at the buttons for a moment, then presses one. The anon assured him any would work.]

…Hello? Who, are… you?

[His voice is weak, more whisper than speech, and slow - every syllable takes considerable effort.]

[handhourgalleries]

Warcraft rp/writing hot take/rant: It is fine to choose to back away from another player's writing/characterization/personal lore because you don't click with it. But the minute you begin lore policing someone that didn't ask for your criticism, it just becomes harassment. World of Warcraft is an ever-changing fictional game that has plot holes for days. Concepts we did not see in Vanilla are being realized in other expansions. But you know what? Sometimes people don't want to play by definitive lore. That is okay. Sometimes people want to play canon characters. Sure. Sometimes people want to play the lost child of Arthas. Let them. Sometimes people just want to be very silly, or very horny. You can in fact choose what you let affect you and your bubble of storytelling and characterization. So can they. Yes you pay to play a game, and so do they. Block/Ignore if you don't like it, move on.

Whether you liked an expansion or didn't like it, or didn't play it. Whether you read books, or no. Whether you are for the Horde or for the Aliance, whether you like a race or no, whether its canon to the lore you understand or no. Let people play what they want if it isn't legally hurting anyone, holy hell. Interact with them if you like it if you like what they present, leave them hell alone if you don't like it or understand it, end discussion. Don't ruin someone else's good time or try to tear down their creativity to superimpose what your acceptable version is on them. It's REALLY that easy.

This is a general etiquette that should also be reflected in rp communities like Tumblr or on Discord too. I've seen too many friends through the years mistreated over something that should be fun, and just never want to participate in a community again. I've seen it happen again to my current friends in the now. If you are trying to police, harass or manipulate rpers because they don't have fun the same way you do, you my friend, are in the wrong, and need to get out of the roleplay pool. Go home and play alone in your sad little tub.

[nan0-sp1der]

"YOU'RE [MY] BITCH!"

@lyrate-lifeform-approximation

There isn't even a response at first. She simply stops dead in her tracks as she hoists herself up out of a Bridge-shaped crater in the wall that had just been made using her body and a generous toss by an anomalous Rhino. The desire to return an equally-charged quip at the A.I. is strong, but Bridge was the bigger person here. She's better than that. Her stare does most of the heavy lifting for her, despite her restraint.

"So what? I miscalculated the anomaly's hostility rating despite your better judgement. Fair enough, you won our little bet, congratulations..."

With a huff, she dusts some of the sheetrock off her shoulder and mends a crack in her helmet's visor with some material of a support beam that jutted out from the spot she crawled out of.

"... But must you ridicule me over public comms...?"

[jane-lynndrake-t]

So, assassins aren't silly.

But Unemployed Asassins are entirely droll.

[soulprompts]

i feel like it'd be pretty helpful to have a series of helpful pieces of advice and tips for new members of the rpc, you know? i mean we've all been there, we all know the learning curve is practically a wall. and sometimes it can be scary to admit we don't know what an icon is, or what purple prose involves, or how to trim a post, like it can be daunting to ask these questions! so i think i'm going to start doing lists of tips that i wish i'd learned in my first weeks of writing on tumblr, and if you guys have any wisdom you want to pass on to the new generation of writers here, fire away! a community can't succeed if we don't help one another.

[sleep-deprived-tim]

My hands have been shaking (no not due to coffee) for like three days straight and bruce is starting to give me the eyes of a man who thinks his sons dying... He's really dramatic today...

[ariadosanon]

Does anyone actually LIKE Unknown or are we all on the same page about the little bastards.

[xiii-e]

// loading echo.exe ... //... //... // now running echo.exe. //now running extension: audio_visual_transcription //begin upload: THE_ECHOS_LINGER

ERASED FOOTAGE: Harrison Armoury Flashclone Project UNLUCKY XIII Abrev. Project Thirteen. Mark I Project scrubbed after [REDACTION MADE] STATED PURPOSE: Develop personnel capable of continuous combat repairs and medical care to stem losses during colonial expansion projects. One for the Many. RESEARCH GOALS: • Creation of flashclone bio-template fitting ideal medic criteria as researched by team IO. Ideal end product evokes trust, reliability and stability.  • Heightened strength, senses and durability. • Heightened natural regeneration. • Development of reliable universal donor bloodwork profile, while maintaining enhanced biology.  • Development of universal organ donor profile for field use in expiry scenario. • Ideal psych profile post-training exhibits high compassion/empathy drive, evokes immediate trust, and possesses a strong sense of duty that will enforce adherence to the project objective. ADDENDUM:  • Nix final research goal; unforeseen issues stemming from high compassion/empathy drive due to high stress environment. Focus should instead be on removing emotional instability to the fullest extent possible. • Obedience conditioning reworked to highest priority. The following footage has been redacted from the record of the project. 

[wolfclad]

ooc . Thinking about affiliated OCs...

[jimdmorrison]

I’m high and feel petty tonight so I’m gonna go get minor stupid revenge on John bc he annoyed me earlier :)

[interdimensionalburnout]

Ooooh hell what day is it...

[project-revival-theory]

[Quiet footsteps break the uncomfortable silence that stained the stale basement air. They slow when approaching their destination, hoping to delay the inevitable confrontation. It doesn't work too well.]

[Eight hesitates for a minute or two while standing right behind the entrance to Otto's room, just hoping that they're not being too obvious.]

[Are they really doing this? Maybe they should leave? He probably doesn't want to see them anyways, so surely it would be better to just leave?]

-🎱

[In a dark room, covered entirely by a yellow blanket, an old man opens his eyes. He could not stay asleep through the muffled sound of shifting pieces and approaching footsteps. One does not live in near isolation without growing attuned to these things.]

[He waits. Watches the door, and wonders if the sounds were part of his dream, because no one comes in. Perhaps they are shy, or did not expect to find anyone?]

Come... Come in.

[Otto's voice is quiet, as always, and he's not certain it can even be heard from across the room.]

[kiwiplaetzchen]

The little owl flew back and forth across half of Higwarts until it finally spotted the teal-coloured fur of the Niffler. She landed purposefully and hooted until she had his attention.

"Hoot hoot hoooooooooooot gur hoot gurr hoot hoot"

[My owner wants to know what you want to see under the big decorated tree]

Nosy squinted his eyes, scanning the surroundings for the source of the hooting disturbance. There was only one owl who would dare... Could it really be his archenemy, that foul green sack of a...? With a furrowed brow and a determined squeak, Nosy prepared for a showdown and turned around. Oh. No. Wrong fowl.

Was that bird also here to brabble with Nosy? What was that owl lady hooting for? Nosy, never one to back down from a challenge, honked back in his finest Niffler dialect. Rising on his hind paws, he puffed out his chest, determined to show this bird that his Niffler Pops didn't raise no quitter. A moment of intense hooting and honking followed.

[what-if-imagine]

CONTEXTE •••

I was waiting for something extraordinary to happen, but as the years wasted on nothing ever did unless I caused it." - charles bukowski.

GREENS RIVER NJ, USA

Petite ville tranquille et routière du New Jersey en pleine expansion (ce qui n'est pas au goût des esprits les plus conservateurs, qui veulent continuer à jouir de leurs privilèges dans une petite ville paisible), Greens River, avec son quadrillage de rues aux noms fleuris, ses quartiers typiques - du centre historique des plus bigarrés à l'Highside, le nouveau quartier d'activité où se trouvent le centre commercial, l'hôpital et l'université - cache en réalité de sombres secrets inavoués qu'une Gossip Girl malvenue semble être prête à dévoiler.

Prenez garde, car vos vils mensonges et secrets éhontés pourraient très vite être mis en ligne aux yeux de tous.

Saurez-vous vous en sortir indemne ?

🦋 crédits : What If? Imagine est un contexte et une intrigue originale imaginés, créés et écrits par @ashesofheather. Les textes écrits par les membres du forum dans le cadre de leur rp leur appartiennent.

Inspiré de until dawn, life is strange, twin peaks, 13 reasons why, broadchurch, nerve, gossip girl.

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