#rp rambling

[akutahaha]

love how i joined a random fivem server that my brother recommended and all i did was make a character and havent logged in since

ALSO other gta rp servers i am tightly gripping you by the shoulders stop having the hunger/thirst bar be active during character creation PLEASE i take hours and i know once i finish my character is gonna instantly pass out

[resting-din]

I AM THE DUMBEST BITCH I KNOW I FORGOT TO ALLOW BLOGS TO MESSAGE AND IM HERE LIKE "Damn I liked a good bit of those ads, I wonder why no one has gotten back to me" FFS

[zaynsjm]

J’ai vu des gens qui ont fait la guerre aux FC problématiques sur les forums et plateformes rpgiques, et qui maintenant graphent sur ces mêmes personnes toutes les deux semaines. Est-ce que la dénonciation des actes des célébrités, c’était qu’un effet de mode? Non parce qu’il y a quand même des personnes accusées (et condamnées pour!) d‘agressions dans le lot.

[yawurstnightmare]

Merry Smissmas everybody!!!

we had a great day at da base, even got a picture a everyone together this year! it was freakin awesome, hope all a ya had just as good a day :D

[castelia-pidove]

guys guys guys i just saw a pidove with plain wings ?? do you know how rare that is???? for a pidove to not have any black on their wings????? guys i don't think you understand guys i'm shakin guys--

[moonlit-doodles]

i don't know myself well enough to know if i'm ready yet.

[wiredhusks]

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|| KALEVA

I took too many screenshots to get this right without all the blurs and stuff, now I really REAALLY want to use these, especially since I spent all that time just..... editing and adding the filters for it. AUGHH IT'S SO GOOD IM EATING IT ALL UP.

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[jigsaw-survivor]

Found an old picture from highschool

[hispanic-child-of-hermes]

YOURE GONNA DATE TWO PEOPLE

Lily what the fuck?!?????

[arisdaughter]

Open Starter

You walk upon Serene sitting against a tree in the forest, a contemplative expression on her face as she seems rather deep in thought.

As she notices your presence, she turns towards you, frowning.

"What's it like to have a family?"

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[seraphicloves]

oh how i wish to be in an rtc production (pre 2023 script change, save ricky potts chat)

[cyanorth]

does tumblr know about blindfate (darkthur/oscar)

based on this

[madson-of-hermes-notluke]

Open RP Starter because I'm bored and it's 4 am 👍

Maddox rolled around camp, finally settling on a spot next to a large tree where he could sip his lemonade while he observed the other campers' antics. He was having a fairly enjoyable evening, no assholes commenting about his physical conditions and no gods threatening to smite camp, so it had to have been a good day for good things.

Or maybe he'd spoken too soon. Someone barreled into the tree next to him, jarring him out of his serene mind. "Hey, watch it."

[rainecreatesstuff]

I think my favourite thing ever is that if you subscribe to the idea of the Watchers being in life series lore, we are the series’ biggest villains. We are the ones asking for more, more, more. Next season, we want this player. Next season, we want this mechanic, we want this rule. Next season next season next season. We are the ones trapping them in an endless battle. We are the ones dragging their friends out of the safety of their home worlds and into a death game. We are the ones pushing pushing pushing until they all inevitably collapse.

And then, when these players, these souls, run out of feeling, run out of emotion, of passion, of will, we will find others to siphon agony from. It is in our nature. And the positive emotions, they feed us too, we can be content with only joy. We have been before. But now we have a taste for bloodshed and sorrow, and when this group runs out, sure, we may continue to Watch for their joy as well, but inevitably we will find others to feed us despair.

[becauseplot]

Philza Minecraft is a survivalist. 

Everyone knows this. He's the "Hardcore guy." He's an expert in the inner-workings of the natural world. He's vigilant. He knows how to hold his own in a fight, and he knows when to cut his losses, too. He knows how to keep himself alive. By extension, he knows how to keep his team alive as well. It only makes sense that they elect him as the leader of red team.

Philza Minecraft is a team player.

This is why he's always happy to go grinding for materials when the team needs it. Even if he tends to get a little distracted sometimes, wandering too far, forgetting to check global chat or talk in the team vc, he checks in with his friends and does what he can to keep morale up when everyone is feeling down. He recognizes the ease with which Cellbit operates in this environment, so he lets the man call some of the shots, or give Phil instructions. After all, Cellbit led the Ordo for months. Phil trusts his judgement. Why not play to their strengths? 

Philza Minecraft is an adapter. 

His biome doesn’t matter, nor his circumstances, nor his equipment. He’s started over more times than he can count. Working under stress isn’t something that hinders him, nor changing environments. If the game of the day is complete the tasks, he can complete the tasks. If the game of the day is kill a player, he can kill a player. He might hate it, but he can do it. For the sake of his friends, of his team, of his kids, and of their collective survival, he can do it.

There is something else worth mentioning. 

Philza Minecraft is a liar. 

Oh, but you’ll never catch him in a lie, because it’s never what he does say. It’s what he doesn’t. It’s the details he omits. It’s the parts of the tale that he glosses over so that the bedtime story isn’t quite so scary. He’ll give you everything he wants you to have and hold the rest of it close to his chest. Or, more accurately, he'll slam it in a locked box and shove it under his bed with the rest of his monsters. 

He was an asset to the Empire. 

Back then, he always asked the right questions: not "why," but "how," and "when." Back then, he knew he was valuable, so he kept himself alive. Back then, "the Angel of Death" wasn't so much a nickname as it was a title he earned. A rank.

He never became a general. The promotion was there, and he was more than qualified, he just never took it. He was content to let his friend take the helm, because Phil knew what he was.

"Knew." "Was." Was, was, was. (Come on, now, Phil. Don't be daft.)

Philza Minecraft is a liar; the man he lies to the most is himself. Yes, Purgatory is fucked and twisted, and he hates what it forces him to do, but not because it's hard. No. Because it's far too easy.

At the end of the day, what matters most is that Philza Minecraft is an arrow. Let someone else nock him in a bow. Let someone else draw him back, point him in a direction, let him loose, soar, fly. Resources, gear, tasks, points, kills, blood---it makes no difference. Philza Minecraft won't stop until he hits his target.

[castelia-pidove]

breaking news: giant archen attacks castle in Undella. no one injured (except for my hard work)