Let’s Go Fishing

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Nothing ever ends poetically.

It ends and we turn it into poetry.

All that blood was never once beautiful.

It was always just red.

- Kait Rokowski

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☎️ my first character i ever roleplayed: My werewolf OC that was part of the circus. (I honestly don't remember his name anymore) 🚕 my most embarrassing roleplay moment: My sentence was "she made his heartbeat faster" and autocorrect changed "heart" to "hand" so I was the butt end of many, many w*nking jokes. 🍷 a character i want to write but never made a blog for: No such thing exists. If I've wanted to try a character I've made a blog for it. I deleted most because they're not successful. (and I have deleted all of them except Ava, Zuko and my current OC so goes to show my failures as an RPer) 🦄 the best thing that's happened to me in roleplay this year: The Hogwarts AU has consumed my RP life in the best and most unexpected way... 📒 three blogs i couldn't live without: @starwrittenfates and @secrets-to-lose The third one is a secret because I don't want that person to get harassed off the site if people find out said person has a tumblr and I would simply wither without their beautiful, soul inspiring music. 🛍 the one thing i wish all of my followers knew about me: I don't necessarily want people to know it, but I think it is only fair for people to know that I have a condition related to having had covid so if I ever disappeared it isn't because I didn't want to RP anymore, it is because my condition checked me out of the hotel of life. Sorry that one is a bit dark.

-From Closed to Opened-

(The person meant to answer this never did so if anyone else is interested let me know)

WWI - The Apocalypse (Closed Starter)

Sign up for King and Country. For Honor and Glory. Do your part. It started that way. Eager enthusiasm to serve one's country. But it didn't stay that way. The moment one had to put a seventeen-inch blade through another man and watch the light fading from his eyes it changed something. It changed when the bombs started falling and disintegrated a man right before your very eyes. It changed when you listened to young boys crying out for their mothers as they died tangled up in the muddy barbed wire in no man's land where nobody could reach them to render aid. No. There was no honor and there was no glory here. Only pointless waste of lives. Defeatists talk they would call it, but he knew the truth. The only ones to call it defeatist were rich old men with something to gain. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and he sighed heavily to himself, knowing a cold rain would only bring with it more discomfort and suffering. Adjusting he tried to make himself as comfortable as he could within the small dugout in the side wall of the trench that served for a bed. No mattress and a helmet made for a poor pillow, but it was what they had. A few soldiers on patrol made their way back and forth through the trenches. The mood had become very somber. No longer was it the jovial banter of stating they would be home before Christmas. There was no end in sight.

friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you

i lied. put your clothes back on. let’s talk about why cursed child is so overly hated and criticised but is actually one of the most beautiful, raw and complex pieces of work in the harry potter franchise.

🌺 Tell me a preconeption/headcanon you have for one of my characters... 🌺

And I’ll rate how accurate it is on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being way off and 10 being basically canon!

"Does saving humans upset you?" He didn't see quite what she was getting at. Most of the time he had a hard time understanding how the human mind seemed to work so illogically. Prying open the weapons locker with bare hands and synthetic strength he grabbed one of the EM rifles and handed it over to her while grabbing another for himself. "We'll use these to deal with the crew." It was harmless and perhaps far more than what the doctor deserved, but he would try to preserve life where he could. "When you're ready." He flipped the switch on the side to activate it, though he suspected it wouldn't be much use against the terrormorphs.

Starfield: The Colony War (closed)

Continued from X

WHAT LOW ACTIVITY & SLOW REPLY MEANS:

it means i want to be here, i really do 

it means that i have, whether i like it or not, more important things to do than roleplay at the moment

it means that replies are going to sit for a moment

WHAT IT DOESN’T MEAN:

that i care any less

that i don’t want to talk / plot with you

that you aren’t allowed to IM me or ask for my disco

Sometimes Tumblr has to take a back burner, and that’s fine! Roleplay will still be here when we get back. So take that day to yourself. Don’t worry about drafts. Don’t worry about how “slow” you are being. Everything is okay!