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I dunno what to do with this Tumblr anymore. I keep jumping into the Tumblr-RP thinking it will give me what I want, but it doesn’t. So I go quiet, and eventually delete or re-vamp to try to find the inspiration I know I won’t have for more than a week or two.

I want a fast-paced long-term group roleplay with lasting ramifications for decisions made. I can’t stand the one-on-one vacuum where everything is safely compartmentalized and nothing matters because an AU can just be made so everyone’s happy.

I’m not happy, and I haven’t been, with regards to writing and roleplay, for a good long while. I’m sorry to those of you who have repeatedly welcomed me with open arms, despite my fickle commitment nature to Tumblr as a whole, and to our threads. I promise it’s not a dissatisfaction with your participation, your friendship, your writing. It’s me, and the expectations / desires I have.

Again, I don’t know where to go from here, but I haven’t roleplayed to my satisfaction in months, and I’m struggling.

I hope others are faring better.

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commissions are open & at a lower price! - background/complex prop prices can be negotiated

- +60% for each additional character

- +5$ for a speedpaint recording

- i take payment via paypal (http://paypal.me/holless)

feel free to contact me for clarification on anything - i’d love to hear from you guys!

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Worm on a string theory

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They're also not for anyone's frakking Nazi fetish. Cut that shit out.

Fun Warhammer 40,000 lore fact - while a big chunk of the Death Korps of Krieg’s lore is, somewhat obviously, modelled on the German Army of the First World War, most of their uniform is actually inspired by the French Army of the same period. They are more representative of the entirety of World War One reduced to its most nightmarish constituents, rather than a homage to a single nation. 

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She’s claimed a chair for herself.

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🌿Early Paleo Pines Concept Art🌿 What sort of dinos may you come across in the meadows, forest and marsh? Throwback to our early environment concept exploration! 🦕💚Wishlist on steam💚🦕 🦖>>Follow the game’s development on discord <<🦖

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1. Where were they born? What is the story behind their birth, if any?

(A good enough question deserving of being tacked onto the #catchall tag. Thanks Anon!)

Lorel’ai hails, as it so happens, from a small bio-dome on an asteroid in the Segmentum Solar, about the same distance from Krieg as it is from Terra itself. Aptly named after the foremost House of Darellians that once hailed from Darel-Prime some long aeons before, Station Na’kel was established beneath the Imperium’s nose as a covert operation to get as close to the supposed Holy Terra as possible.

While the intent has since been lost to inter-house quarrels, the fact remains that Station Na’kel churns out clutches of Dog Soldiers at a steady and reliable pace. Even the Shattering, the betrayal by the Tau that saw a clutch of hatchmates stolen from the station, did not serve to sway the station’s inhabitants from marching forward towards their forgotten goal.

The Shattering was a travesty to House Na’kel, however. Not only did the Tau Ethereal order requisition of half-trained juveniles (Lorel’ai among them), but saw to the dispatch of the breeding heads of House Na’kel in the process. It’s been some years since, and Na’kel lives on, but only a shadow of its former strength. The loss of the House Leaders and their clutch left a vacuum that has yet to be filled.

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(Long time delay for this muse shuffle)

Winter-blue eyes burned behind the respirator, their cold fury hidden behind the carmine glow of their lenses. A voice whispered through the vox in sharp, hushed tones, “Go go go!” Boots resonated off trenchboards in triplicate, three silhouettes cutting a black hole in the distant Hive skyline as they surged up and out into the dark. Skull masks one and all between them, painted in bone white graphics of hound’s teeth and snarling maws.

The Black Dogs of the Tarsan 1st were on the move... And someone very important to the Hive was going to end up in the bowels of it before the sun came up- be it by the bayonet... Or by the Officer’s Laspistol strapped to their hip. The Korpsman kept running.

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big sip

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🏕️ Where are 3 places your character would love to go?

     The Darellian’s Lunar gaze rolls with the audacity of her dataslate’s numerous inbox notifications. In the time she’s left it alone, forgotten, tucked away beneath the menagerie of missives and tomes meant for Imperial children, Lorel’ai’s found herself with a mountain of virtual work- both from senders known and unknown.

     Scrutinizing the many entries awaiting replies, the dour-faced xenos considers how much of it is prudent, and how much she can get away with simply ignoring forever. The vox collar emits a low hum as she does, a duet of harmonious thrumming that synchronizes as they crescendo. So many. So many! Struggling with her decision, Lorel’ai simply scrolls through the list and deletes at random, until such a time as she’s faced with less a monotonous slog of correspondence.

     It’s only when she feels the overwhelming weight lift from her shoulders that she settles into one of the messages- a simple query. Where in the Galaxy would she most wish to go? Wish? ‘Love’ is the term she reads, but ‘wish’ is the best understanding she has of the Low Gothic language, especially with the sentence structured as it is.

     “Lorel’ai not have many places wish to go,” she intones with a shrug, jaw working in asynchronous time to the cadence of her vox collar. “Home, maybe. Lorel’ai wonders about clutchmates. Terra, maybe. Lorel’ai wonders about Gue’la home. What Emperor look like. Catachan, maybe? Where big Gue’la come from. Or Krieg. Many of Captain’s Gue’la from there.”

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ask me about my summer!

☀️ - favorite thing to do on a sunny day?

🌧 - favorite thing to do on a rainy day?

🚙 - do i plan on vacationing?

🚴🏼 - any summer workout goals?

⚽️ - am i playing any summer sports?

🏖 - have i been/am i going to the beach?

🌌 - do i plan on stargazing a lot?

✨ - any summer traditions?

✈️ - am i going to travel to another state, country, etc.?

👔 - am i working over the summer?

🛌 - what time do i usually fall asleep/wake up?

🎸 - do i plan on learning an instrument?

🎬 - any movies i’m excited to see?

🎧 - what’s my go-to summer playlist?

🎮 - favorite video games i like to play?

📱 - something i can’t live without during the summer?

🎨 - do i plan on learning a new skill?

🎟 - am i going to any special events?

👕 - favorite summer fashion?

💇 - do i plan on getting a summer hairstyle?

🕶 - have i gotten a sunburn yet?

🍎 - favorite summertime snack?

🌴 - do i like to spend a lot of time outside?

📔 - any books i plan on reading?

💤 - do i plan on sleeping a lot?

🌺 - things that remind me of summer?

⭐️ - what am i most excited for this summer?

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Here’s the finished wip from the other day!  They’ll soon be made into keychains and stickers for sale.. 

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Come into my inbox and sit on my muse’s lap.

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When you’re a small, lizardlike reptile in the late carboniferous:

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Send ✌ for random fact about mun!

Send 👊 for random fact about muse!

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Continued from here. ( @space-meow-wolf )

The hatch leading out of the bay turned out to be rather spacious in spite of its small size. Two of the sizable Wolves could walk abreast of one another with the First Mate and the Fenrisian Wolf beside them, and still have room to sidestep if someone needed through. Perhaps the hatch was merely a component of a much larger door. Whatever the case, it looked as if the corridor ran the length of the ship, for one glance to its opposing end revealed that it... Didn’t have one.

The Cadian turned to Lee, and with what could amount to as much apology as her masked features could convey, she seemed apologetic as they continued to head for some destination only she knew. “Sorry, Varren,” she replied in Low Gothic, “Oi dunno enuf High Gothic tuh be any use in conversatin’.” Turning palms up, she shrugged at him. “Schola didn’ae think it’d be much gud fer Medicae. - Oh, this’n.”

She rounded into another passage, and immediately halted up at another hatch. “Lodgin’s sparse since we refit th’ ‘Doubt fer Guardsmen. This’n’s one’a th’ only pods left fer blokes yer size.”