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grayve-mistake · 10 months

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this is just kind of a big tangent but like I fucking hate when nerd ass losers see a game with even vague similarities to another game and go "ERMMM. HOW ORIGINALL (SARCASTIC). THIS IS JUST ANOTHER GAME IN THE STUPID TREND OF-" and then they list every genre/label under the sun to try and discredit the game as unoriginal by comparing it to other games. 90% of the time they haven't even played the game they're complaining about. they just see pixel art and get angry ig.

like look at this image. look at this and tell me it's not just alphabet soup. what do half of these words even mean. congrats on discovering what a genre is I guess?????????? good for you?????? do you want a fuckin award or something???? a little handclap??? shall I pour you a little glass of wine for being oh so smart and sophisticated for figuring out that Things Can Have Little Similarities Sometimes?????? just say that 7 years later you're still bitter that undertale got popular and leave oh my god "quirky dialogue" oh I'm sorry did you want your dialogue boring and soulless yeah let me just remove the personality from the game. here's your Nothing Burger I hope you're happy. "pixel art" oh so i guess like almost every game that came out in the 80s and 90s is actually just part of a so-called "2010s-2020s trend". These people genuinely think earthbound and celeste are "Basically The Same". it's not even an rpg. You had to throw in platformers in your disgusting word smoothie because otherwise you couldn't even find any real similarities besides "has a story and contains pixels". they think the psychological horror game Omori is just Undertale 2. yeah sorry guys Super Fuckin Mario Brothers is part of the quirky rpg metroidvania fjhksdgjhlkfgsdhkfgh-like diarrhea trend. cant play it now or you're cringe and bad. do you people ever get TIIIRRREEDDDDD. DO YOU EVER ENJOY THINGS. ON THEIR OWN MERIT. DO YOU EVEN GIVE THINGS A CHANCE. YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL FOR NOT LIKING THINGS YOU'RE BORING AND ANNOYING AS FUCK. I'm so fucking done

#im not gonna even unpack the meme format it's literally just “haha fat person said the thing so it's bad and cringe” like grow the fuck up #rant #this is just the notlikeothergirls thing except it's mostly grown ass men doing it so it's seen as more acceptable somehow #like “ERMMM I DONT LIKE POPULAR GAMESSSS... IM TOO COOL FOR THAT...” no one likes you #if they played the games and decided they weren't for them that'd be one thing. I can understand that.#not everyone is going to like the same things I like and I can live with that. that's fine.#but when you look at a game you so obviously haven't even touched #and decide it's terrible based on Nothing (aka Because It's Marginally Successful/Popular)#and then try to excuse that by somehow connecting it back to every other game you don't like no matter how big of a stretch it takes #that's shitty!#just say you don't wanna play it and leave people who like it alone #you don't have to moralize your taste in media #omori #celeste #earthbound #undertale #metroid #rpg #rpgmaker #indie game #indie games #indie rpg #games #gaming #video games

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musubiki · 1 month

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an interesting point i remembered that i will tack on to that last post is that lime gets cocky post-timeskip. the m-34th trained him enough so that he can spar with her (as seriously as they can as friends) and win, and from what he sees from her power now/remembers seeing from her power before, he considers himself on-par with her.

so he can take mochi in a fight. and 98% of things mochi can take in a fight, he can too.

but at some point they encounter that 2% of things that lime cant do. and for the first time he gets to see the raw unhindered destructive power of the cat witch in her prime, and its that oh-too-familiar humbling feeling. to see the kind of shit shes capable of just makes the whole guild fall silent

and its STILL true that he can take her in a fight, which gives him comfort, but he realizes that the ONLY reason thats still true is because of the witch's oath of not taking life

#bpp #text #lore #another lime humbled moment #realizing that your rival self-nerfs her powers to keep the witch's oath #and if that oath was ever relaxed for any reason you lose all momentum #i dont think it gets him down as much as it would have for pre-timeskip lime #because as a black canvas and m-34th officer he brings unique powerful shit to the table that no one else (not even mochi) can do #but to see that.........he reflects for a long time #i love lime....#the fact that mochis powers are nerfed against people is just part of the mechanics and is something the m-34th knows and takes advantage o #its THE main reason they can beat witches #lime buddy you gotta accept the rpg game mechanics at some point. you cant be perfect

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aeide-thea · 5 months

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in fairness, i’m congenitally allergic to babyfic and i don’t think i’ve ever encountered one where the infant got named something that felt aesthetically plausible to me in context, but—i really was not braced for the one i stumbled upon last night where they went with ‘zombor’

#like we can and should talk about the racialized aesthetic connotations of consonants #and i fully accept that‚ judging from google‚ central europeans’ mileage may vary on this #but like. in english? that’s a big hulking boss in a fantasy rpg. probably haloed with purple flames. not a baby #fannish things

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solradguy · 11 months

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Kinda want the new Zelda game because of Ganondorf's giant evil tits but also for $70 dollars USD I could buy the supplies I'll need to assemble the Outrage after it's finished printing. So, $70 for a game I'll get 60 hours out of and never play again or $70 for 300+ hours minimum making a giant sword made of superheated corn spaghetti... 🤔

#textpost #The new LoZ does look REALLY fun though but I haven't felt like playing an rpg in like 5 years #I'm starting to accept that maybe my brain has just moved on from 99% of video games

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foreverafterhq · 2 years

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Hello, lurkers and friends! Are you seeking a new group to settle into? Always & Forever After is a brand new group that might just be what you’re looking for! Set in the Vampire Diaries universe, one year after the finale of Legacies, come be a part of our family as we write new stories with characters we have come to know and love (or hate) or add new, original characters into the mix.

Take a look around at what we have to offer and if you think we might be what you’re looking for, we’d love to see your applications come in! Currently, we are accepting applications and building our members before we officially open for interactions. Have a great day, everyone!

#foreverafteradmin #tvd rpg #originals rpg #legacies rp #accepting applications

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wearelondonhq · 8 months

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(maisie!) welcome to london, MAURICE “FRENCHIE” THERIAULT! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like LAKEITH STANFIELD? well, no matter, we hear that you are 29 and working as a BARTENDER @ SUN TAVERN. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from THE CONJURING UNIVERSE/THE NUN and have a tendency to be KIND-HEARTED as well as INSECURE.

— WELCOME TO LONDON, maurice “frenchie” theriault! you look very familiar, do we know you from somewhere? anyways, take your time settling in because whether you want to or not, it looks like you’re going to be living here for awhile! // welcome maisie, please be sure to follow our checklist here. welcome to the group!

#submission #multifandom rp #town rpg #city rpg #mumu rp #fandom rp #the nun rp #horror rp #maurice theriault #frenchie #au rpg #horror rpg #the conjuring rp #oc rpg #wal: accepted

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askstorybrookehq · 4 days

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CONGRATULATIONS, Em! You have been accepted into the group as Regina Mills. Please make sure to follow our checklist, and let us know if you have any questions!

OOC Information

Your Name/Alias: Em

Your Age: 27

Timezone: CST

Rate Your Activity: 5-7

RPing experience: -

IC Information

Desired Character: Regina Mills

Second Character: -

Writing Sample:

What is your biggest regret?

That’s changed answers so many times over the years: a precious princess on a runaway horse, a wedding night. But without the horrors, I wouldn’t have Henry. Now, all I wish is that I would have taken him away from this insipid town a decade ago and let this place to rot.

Do you have a natural talent?

I’ve been told I have the magic touch - and not just in the kitchen.

Do you ever miss your father?

Everyday… more than I could ever tell him.

How would you describe your style of leadership?

Decisive. Bold. One doesn’t maintain one of the most stable governments in any land without being willing to break a few eggs.

What is your dearest memory?

Play castles in the living room; Henry couldn’t have been any older than six. Mommy was his dragon and queen both, he her vigilant knight and defender.

Additional Information

What drew you to this group? What makes you want to join an ask based RPG?: Already a member as Neal!

Anything else?: I would be dropping Zelena to pick up Regina, if chosen!

#ouat rp #ouat rpg #ask ouat rp #regina mills #accepted #submission

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nephilimfm · 6 days

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the street lamps burn as alana zisk stalks london's fogged streets . welcome to nephilimfm , please read the checklist and submit your blog within 24 hours . victoria pedretti is now a taken fc !

victoria pedretti . demi - woman . she + they . warlock . *:･ﾟ✧ is that that alana zisk , the ancient who looks twenty - eight year old downworlder ? i wonder what business brings them out tonight . they’ve been in london seventeen years , and rumour has it that they are notoriously hotheaded, whilst also managing to be quite dexterous. last i heard , they were for the accords ; i wonder what they make of all this upheaval within shadow world . ( awkan . she + her . thirty1 . gmt - 3 )

#appless rp #oc rp #fantasy rp #period rp #mumu rp #new rp #rp #rpg #fandom rp #accepted

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maytheoddshq · 5 months

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Yuto Lysander (he/him). D1 Stylist. Thirty. Sen Mitsuji.

Even though beauty was her law, her religion, upon the unexpected discovery that she was with a child, Minerva Lysander was prepared for imperfection. Her steady rise to the top of the fashion world and years of working as a stylist had taught her about the nature of first sketches; potential diamonds in the rough, but frequently in severe need of refinement and polishing. And if that didn’t work, an option to discard the idea entirely and start a new project always existed. How delighted was she, then, when she first laid eyes on her firstborn, Yuto. How thrilled when, as her darling boy grew, he appeared more and more like a vision of perfection carved from marble; those wide brown eyes, that dark mop of hair, and those chiselled cheekbones earning adoring coos from any who caught a sight of the boy. How relieved when her son either lacked the impulse or opted not to misbehave, instead choosing to follow the path of beauty in everything he did.

Minerva would go on to have two more children, but they might as well have not existed at all, considering all the doting she bestowed upon her eldest. And it wasn’t just Minerva who showered Yuto with attention. As the young prince sailed through his formative years, attended the best schools and receiving top marks, a league of admirers followed; all the more magnetized by the aura of regal indifference Yuto had carefully cultivated. This was the privileged nature of his childhood, something he never paused to question or examine further. And really, why should he have? Were not all boy kings simply destined for incomprehensible heights of greatness?

Given that beauty had become Yuto’s law, his religion, too, it was no wonder that the young boy found his calling in the area where beauty shone the most in the Capitol: fashion. The moment he first laid eyes on the various fabrics, numerous gilded detail pieces, and the seemingly infinite number of designs in varying states of completion, his blackened heart discovered a reason to beat. He was utterly enamoured, wholly captivated, by all the possibilities. This would be his medium through which he’d produce works of beauty; his canvas he’d get to fill with his brand of art. From that point, this newfound interest began to guide his every action.

Yuto continued excelling in the academic environment of the Academy, but most, if not all, of his free time he spent with a notebook and a pen in his hand, sketching designs each more polished than the previous one. He even chimed in with his suggestions when Minerva was designing costumes for the next cycle’s games — a decision that would solidify Yuto’s godhood status in his mother’s eyes. She immediately implemented his suggestions to her designs, loudly displaying the works to those around her, never failing to credit her darling star of a son for his brilliance. After your graduation, you’ll become my assistant, she’d repeat numerous times, patting his cheek as Yuto’s eyes widened with excitement. With this promise in mind, he graduated as the top of his class and went straight to work at his mother’s studio, creating a collection or two of his own, as well as assisting her during the games. Despite his youth, his lack of experience, people took notice of his designs, as they stood apart from the eccentric fashion of the Capitol. Yuto’s style leaned toward classical beauty; regal pieces that would withstand the test of time and everchanging whims of fashion. You’re perfect, Minerva would sigh in adoration. You will, no doubt, surpass me one day.

The first concrete step toward that came in late December of the year 95, mere weeks before the 115 Hunger Games were due to begin. Several stylist positions were open that year, including a couple from lower districts; notably, though, one of the stylist positions was open for District 2. Despite his apprenticeships, in spite of his evident talent, regardless of who his mother was, nobody expected Yuto to be assigned to such a high-ranked district. He was young, after all. Minerva, however, had other plans. Her son’s immaculate designs would not be wasted on some lower districts; it’d be an affront if she allowed such a thing to occur. Therefore, given her new position as the head of the committee which assigns all stylists to their districts, she utilized her power to assign Yuto Lysander as the new stylist for District 2. The decision was met with some grumbling, and it turned Yuto into a somewhat controversial figure within the stylist community, but he paid no mind to such talk. Their opinions mattered not, for he certainly felt like he was right where he belonged — crafting the best designs for Panem’s best tributes.

He had not paid particular attention to tributes prior to their arrival to the Capitol, but this year, given that it was his first year, was an exception. With a wine glass raised to his lips, he watched as yet another one volunteered for 2 — an act as groundbreaking as floral designs were for spring. What did merit a rise of his eyebrows was the surprised reaction of the crowd and the dissatisfied murmurs that rippled through the crowd. So this tall and dark (and handsome, though he’d rather die than let that observation become known to all) volunteer had defied whatever his district’s tradition, brazenly shoving all aside in chase of glory? Interesting. Attractive. Definitely something Yuto could work with, could build an image of a winner, could end these Games before they had even begun.

Nowadays, when Yuto looks back on that moment, an acrid taste coats his tongue and throat. If only he had done a worse job. If only Montgomery Cannon had died in that fucking arena.

Back then, though, when he first properly met Montgomery, the feeling could only be described as smitten. Even though this was his job, even though their acquaintance would most likely be short-lived, Yuto nevertheless found his feisty confidence delightful. No one had dared to challenge the Capitol’s favorite up-and-coming fashionista because of his intimidating aura and influence, but this man had no qualms about going against status quo. In a very short span of time, their relationship progressed from purely professional to something laden with flirtatious tension. Ah ah ah, he recalls the moment just before Montgomery stepped inside his tribute tube, I only kiss the very best and you’re not that yet.

Monty would get his kiss, though, and who even knew how many more in the years that followed. In equal measure, despite their busy schedules, Yuto seized every possible opportunity to spend time with his beloved. Trips to 2 became more frequent; involvement in media projects Monty participated in increased; stealing more of his time at parties where desperate sycophants yearned for a moment in his presence. Let them starve, he remembers growling once after Monty’s amused quip about famished admirers. Oh how the victor had known how to play him, to get Yuto to dance to whatever tune he played. How fondly he had played along and initiated games of his own too. It had been so easy, so natural, to fall in love with Montgomery Cannon, even though Yuto had always considered himself above such trivial attachments. Before time would taint those memories, he was perhaps the happiest he had ever been.

But as with all tragedies, nothing good ever lasts. And as the ironic fate would have it, the beginning of the end of Yuto’s happiness came about the same way it started: a Games and a Cannon volunteering as tribute. You see, throughout his years as a stylist, Yuto had never gotten attached to any of his tributes (well, except Monty); they were merely pretty little things he could dress up, instruments through which he could manipulate the minds of Capitol’s citizens. It was of no concern to him whether they lived or died. Everett was no exception to this rule, but considering their connection to Monty, he may have put a little extra effort in — even if it was all in vain in the end. Although not accustomed to being on the giving end of comforting gestures, Yuto did what he could to be there for Monty, providing support and distraction and comforting words where they were needed. He tried. He truly did.

But it wasn’t enough.

It started subtly, how the poison crept in. Frustrated thoughts after a loving gesture goes without notice yet again. Forced smiles after another apology because he hadn’t meant to forget to call back (of course not, you fucker). Resentment flashing in his eyes, clear as day, upon being passed over in favour of some discussion about the upcoming Games. It was as painful as it was humiliating, witnessing your own downfall, orchestrated by the one person who you thought would never treat you like this. A better man might have reasoned that Monty had just gone through an extremely traumatic life event and was grappling with grief; therefore, it made sense that a relationship would have to take a backseat in his list of priorities. But Yuto, the boy king raised to believe in his own divinity? Well, gods were not known for their mercy, so neither would he.

Before the beginning of the 123 Games, he went to his mother’s office and coldly demanded a transfer to District 1. The district already had a stylist, and he offered no explanation for his request, but this was his mother — someone who adored him like no other and would do anything to fulfil her darling boy’s wants. Soon enough, the previous stylist retired, and Yuto Lysander was elected to replace her. Anything District 2 -related he dropped without a word, as if he had never been there. A bitter past abandoned in favour of something better.

District 1 is where he has been for the past five and a half years; and should anyone ask, Yuto would tell you this is where he was always meant to be. The opulent district’s classical style compliments his personal style incredibly well and he gets to work with the best tributes their nation has to offer. The lack of attachment toward his tributes or care for their survival remains as strong as ever (he’s learned his lesson, after all), but at least his tributes will make the most gorgeous corpses then. When not styling for the Games, Yuto operates his own exclusive atelier within the Capitol, creating captivating pieces for those with enough money and patience to handle his very long waitlist. It’s all worth it, darling, he’ll coo in your ear. After all, beauty was his law, his religion.

(+) creative, decisive, eloquent

(-) judgmental, resentful, snobbish

PENNED BY: HANNA

#oc rpg #hunger games rpg #hunger games rp #lsrpg #lsrp #accepted #yuto

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