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Some comic practice with Frost and Floris, using a @write-it-motherfuckers prompt
Oh Truvidour, you're such a beautiful city to draw
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I'm thinking of condensing my blogs, and I'd like to pose a poll on how to go about it.
I want to move all of my Tron rp to one blog instead of spread across three separate blogs, and possibly change my main (this one) to a blog that just directs to my Art blog. Or, I could move all of the rp to this blog, and delete the others
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Y’all really need to treat Black People in the RPC better.
Ya know. I woke up this morning and I decided I’ve bitten my tongue about this long enough. This isn’t singling anyone out but this is a rising problem I see in the RPC and I think now is a good time to address it.
Y'all really need to start uplifting Black content creators and role-players in this community.
Like some of y'all really think it’s enough to have “Black lives matter” in your bios and “Don’t interact if you’re racist” in your rules. But honestly? You’re doing the bare fucking minimum here.
Time and time again, I’ve seen black RPers pour their heart and souls into their characters, hours upon hours researching/writing/drawing for their ocs while endless amounts of dollars spent commissioning custom art/icons of their characters, only to be told their their OCs are “too over powered,” “boring,” “not my cup of tea.” Meanwhile a white RPer writes a preexisting popular character from a certain media with just as much if not more power, and the RPC is all over them.
It’s fucking exhausting to say the least and I’ve debated leaving the RPC for a while now because of it. Yes. I said, “a while now.”  I’ve been biting my tongue on this issue for a while now because I was scared of how people would take it. Usually when I bring up race with whatever community I’m in I get told “not to bring race into it.”
But at this point? Fuck it. I’m done feeling guilted. I’m done being silent. I’m speaking what’s on my mind. Y'all need to treat us black RPers with a little more respect around here. And again this isn’t directed to my mutuals cause y'all are awesome and the only reason I stay on this hellsite and in this rancid community is because of y'all.
No no. I’m talking to the people behind y'all. Skimming our backstories, dismissing our characters, telling us we’re too OP when bitch you interact with literal Satan, shut up.
It’s not enough to just put “BLM” in your bio, and “Don’t interact if you’re racist” in your rules anymore. At least, it’s not for me. Interact with black muns & their characters, reblog their art they draw/commission, reblog their promos, don’t just use them as a meme source, RESPECT. BLACK. ROLEPLAYERS.
And hey, if you have a problem with any of what I just said, Bye. You know where the block & unfollow buttons are.
And to any black person that happens to read this. I get it. Trust me, I get it. We’ve been ignored, infantilized, fetishized, pushed on the back burner, chastised, criticized, and told our characters are the problem from day one. And it’s a problem. I feel your struggle, I feel the strife. You’re not the only one who feel this way. And if you feel that way. SAY IT. Don’t be afraid. If your so-called “friends” or “allies” unfollow you for saying it straight, then guess what. They’re not your friends to begin with. Period.
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"Stand down? You do not outrank me, child! Frost is in the hands of the enemy, and you've done nothing to truly find where he is!" Zahir instinctively reached for his blade, soon realizing he had stabbed it in the ground earlier to prevent just this from happening. Thankfully, Floris was quick to hold Zahir back.
"Hey, dumbass! She's trying to save the world here. Give her a little credit." Floris huffed at him, guiding him back into the temple where he could sulk without hurting anyone. Clearly, this was only a temporary solution. Zahir was an animal in a cage, wild eyes and restless movement as he paced around the temple.
Although this altercation alongside Eve touching Derint's crown caused the god to yank away once more, hands gripping his head protectively.
"No!" He cried, shutting his eyes. He flickered, struggling to remain in the calm reverence Eve had created for him. Something, or perhaps someone, soothed him and grounded him in the moment again. The rain revealed what almost seemed like a hand on Derint's shoulder, that faded once he was at peace.
"He's in-... he's in my realm... where my armies stay when they're not fighting. I can bring you to him, but-... only if you promise you're not gonna kill me after."
《 From @first-frost-fallen-snow ! I went for a sort of rescue theme, if that's okay, I figured it would be the most natural way to introduce the two in my world 》
"Oh, hello little one." Frost poked his head into the debris of a recently felled building, the district completely destroyed around it. In a war such as this one, it was often difficult to find survivors. He usually returned home empty handed and sorrowful. But, to his surprise, that wasn't the case today.
"Hold on just a moment, okay? I'm going to get you out of there." He kept his voice calm and soothing as he carefully shifted the rubble, using his ice magic to support the structure so it wouldn't come down as he started digging out an exit.
Eve whimpered, curled in a ball as much as she could. Nothing made sense.
She was small, and there were weird pulsing things inside her (organs, logic said, but that was impossible-). The world was different, unfamiliar, bright and dirty in ways no Grid had ever been. She'd scrambled to hide in a building, and something had brought it crashing down.
Her feathers wouldn't completely go away, a few small pink ones stubbornly threading through her hair.
...and her leg was stuck. Pinned under what used to be a wall.
It hadn't shattered into cubes, but the way it hurt and was leaking a little bit of red (like User life fluid-) was possibly worse.
She barely heard the friendly voice, big pink eyes flashing in the light when she looked up and saw another person. "Hurts." She managed to choke out, pointing at her leg. "Trapped."
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/* From Aurelius, for... idk Bukidai or whoever you're feeling. (Or if you wanna shake things up, I know you have a numbered list? use a random number generator and it's for that muse) */
"You're safe now"
The first thing Zahir did was sit up with a jolt, eyes scanning the room for potential threats with a low mechanical whirr that almost sounded like a growl. His mechanics had been mangled, and his hull had been torn.
To find himself in a soft bed and in a comforting room was almost more frightening than the hard cell he'd been expecting. He couldn't understand where he was or where his general was.
"Where is General Sharde?" He demanded, moving to stand. But he was far too damaged to do so. He slumped into the bed, mechanics clicking and sputtering.
"Why did you.... why am I here..?"
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Gentle reminder that in an RPC;
Things don't have to happen on the tumblr dash to be considered "canon" for your OCs/Muses--DMs/alternative social media interactions can also be valid
Introductory threads aren't MANDATORY
Timelines who??? More like who CARES, jump around if you want to
You can reclaim depictions of "Canon" characters that you don't like/agree with and make them your own
Headcanon whatever the hell you want
Embellish whatever you want
You are allowed to soft block/block people on your dash that just don't vibe with your style--it's YOUR dash, curate it how YOU want it to be
On the other side of that, don't take offense/take it personally if someone blocks you. That's their right just as much as it is yours.
Feel free to reblog/add any other points you'd like
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Did some minor lore updates
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Omg what if.. what if Umbrai gave eachother flower crowns as like important gifts
Like a gift when someone announced a pregnancy, a gift to court someone, an exchanged gift at weddings...
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Do to a recent Lore Breakthrough, I need y'alls opinion
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"He deserves so much better than what I can do for him.." Derint looked at his hands, feeling like he was there, serving his unruly following into the death of his only prophet - and closest friend. Before he could continue, Zahir came storming back out of the temple.
"I need to know where he is. Where is he? Where are you keeping him?!" Zahir demanded, having lost control. He grabbed his own head, trying not to snarl like an animal.
"Please. Please."
Derint yanked away from Eve and Zahir both, backing up a bit.
"You're- You're going to kill me, aren't you?" They sounded more frightened than angry, eyes darting between Eve and the deranged Zahir.
《 From @first-frost-fallen-snow ! I went for a sort of rescue theme, if that's okay, I figured it would be the most natural way to introduce the two in my world 》
"Oh, hello little one." Frost poked his head into the debris of a recently felled building, the district completely destroyed around it. In a war such as this one, it was often difficult to find survivors. He usually returned home empty handed and sorrowful. But, to his surprise, that wasn't the case today.
"Hold on just a moment, okay? I'm going to get you out of there." He kept his voice calm and soothing as he carefully shifted the rubble, using his ice magic to support the structure so it wouldn't come down as he started digging out an exit.
Eve whimpered, curled in a ball as much as she could. Nothing made sense.
She was small, and there were weird pulsing things inside her (organs, logic said, but that was impossible-). The world was different, unfamiliar, bright and dirty in ways no Grid had ever been. She'd scrambled to hide in a building, and something had brought it crashing down.
Her feathers wouldn't completely go away, a few small pink ones stubbornly threading through her hair.
...and her leg was stuck. Pinned under what used to be a wall.
It hadn't shattered into cubes, but the way it hurt and was leaking a little bit of red (like User life fluid-) was possibly worse.
She barely heard the friendly voice, big pink eyes flashing in the light when she looked up and saw another person. "Hurts." She managed to choke out, pointing at her leg. "Trapped."
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"Everis.." Derint sank, trying not to burst into tears at the question.
"Everis was the only person who knew me.. he was so kind, he understood what I wanted. I think we were friends.. I really wanted to be his friend. When he went to tell everyone I wasn't so evil they-" he grasped his head, starting to crumble and boil.
"Those monsters killed him! They took his form and forced a crown on his head! They forced me to take his body and rule them- I wish death upon them! Death on this world!" He cried, skin cracking as darkness began consuming him. The rain turned to steam when it hit his shoulders.
"He was everything to me! He made this temple for me. He showed me his children - trusted me with them, and those monsters made me kill them!" He pulled away from Eve, letting out a yell of hatred and angony.
"It- it was Tu'uul. Tu'uul thought I was too powerful - told me if I kept ending life, she'd end me. As if- as if I was the one who made mortals die of old age and plague and-" he slumped, breaths picking up as he fought himself again. Soon he just wept, bringing his hands over his face.
"...Everis was kind-... compassionate. So much like Frost, but- no one remembers him- they destroyed the evidence of him existing and now the only person who remembers him is the one who guided his soul into nothingness. I could've kept him-... but what was I supposed to do-? They made me kill his family- he would've hated me." He curled over, forehead bow pressed into the earth.
"...he had such a lovely singing voice... he made songs for me; praising me-.. so why..? Why couldn't he ascend as a normal God? Why did I have to take him away?"
《 From @first-frost-fallen-snow ! I went for a sort of rescue theme, if that's okay, I figured it would be the most natural way to introduce the two in my world 》
"Oh, hello little one." Frost poked his head into the debris of a recently felled building, the district completely destroyed around it. In a war such as this one, it was often difficult to find survivors. He usually returned home empty handed and sorrowful. But, to his surprise, that wasn't the case today.
"Hold on just a moment, okay? I'm going to get you out of there." He kept his voice calm and soothing as he carefully shifted the rubble, using his ice magic to support the structure so it wouldn't come down as he started digging out an exit.
Eve whimpered, curled in a ball as much as she could. Nothing made sense.
She was small, and there were weird pulsing things inside her (organs, logic said, but that was impossible-). The world was different, unfamiliar, bright and dirty in ways no Grid had ever been. She'd scrambled to hide in a building, and something had brought it crashing down.
Her feathers wouldn't completely go away, a few small pink ones stubbornly threading through her hair.
...and her leg was stuck. Pinned under what used to be a wall.
It hadn't shattered into cubes, but the way it hurt and was leaking a little bit of red (like User life fluid-) was possibly worse.
She barely heard the friendly voice, big pink eyes flashing in the light when she looked up and saw another person. "Hurts." She managed to choke out, pointing at her leg. "Trapped."
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Send me "&" for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.
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Send "Are you an angel?" for my muse's reaction
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Reblog if your rp blog doesn't support TERFs, REGs, abhobes, biphobes, homophobes or any type of hate directed at anyone in the LGBTQ+ community because of how they identify
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Derint quieted, trying to put the pieces together.
"But... Tu'uul will strike me into the earth if I don't fight back." He rubbed his face, before glancing around the area.
"My champion is the only thing that will keep me safe, and he doesn't even want to do that. So I have to make sure he'll fight for me. I have to make him into Everis." He sank then, hugging himself. It sounded more like he was talking to himself than Eve.
"But that's not fair! He shouldn't have to turn into something he's not..."
《 From @first-frost-fallen-snow ! I went for a sort of rescue theme, if that's okay, I figured it would be the most natural way to introduce the two in my world 》
"Oh, hello little one." Frost poked his head into the debris of a recently felled building, the district completely destroyed around it. In a war such as this one, it was often difficult to find survivors. He usually returned home empty handed and sorrowful. But, to his surprise, that wasn't the case today.
"Hold on just a moment, okay? I'm going to get you out of there." He kept his voice calm and soothing as he carefully shifted the rubble, using his ice magic to support the structure so it wouldn't come down as he started digging out an exit.
Eve whimpered, curled in a ball as much as she could. Nothing made sense.
She was small, and there were weird pulsing things inside her (organs, logic said, but that was impossible-). The world was different, unfamiliar, bright and dirty in ways no Grid had ever been. She'd scrambled to hide in a building, and something had brought it crashing down.
Her feathers wouldn't completely go away, a few small pink ones stubbornly threading through her hair.
...and her leg was stuck. Pinned under what used to be a wall.
It hadn't shattered into cubes, but the way it hurt and was leaking a little bit of red (like User life fluid-) was possibly worse.
She barely heard the friendly voice, big pink eyes flashing in the light when she looked up and saw another person. "Hurts." She managed to choke out, pointing at her leg. "Trapped."
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Please send stuff for the OCs
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Send me "Random" for me to pick a random number on my List Of OCs for a starter!
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