#merp exists

[autistickfigure]

this is really stupid but THATS why its funny SO for me it feels like the only people who have a chance at hosting are the guys who are able to talk and Hear my voice and not leave

#memory posts #people whos “THINKVOICE” just sounds how we actually talk (or can otherwise Deal with it) win #that mostly means me merp and sicker. everyone else needs glue to exist and talk at the same time #but then it makes it hard to differentiate who the hell is talking!!!!! fuuuuuck #i should be taking a bath soon. like right now bye

[vintagerpg]

Demons of the Burning Night (1989) came out the same year as the Shadow World Atlas and re-establishes what to expect from a Shadow World module (structurally, they are very similar to the older Loremaster modules and, honestly, many of the MERP books, which should be unsurprising since Shadow World creator Terry K. Amthor had a hand in all of that as one of Iron Crown’s founders).

The focus of this book is the island of Aranmor, which is kind of like the Isle of Dread from D&D but with a black metal soundtrack. Everything living there is evil. Like, really, really evil. To the point that most adventurers avoid the place, despite the fact that it is a treasure trove of first age technology and magical artifacts. You kind of get that sense from the Tony Robert’s excellent cover.

Even the good stuff is kind of terrible. There is a horn that when blown, basically annihilates whatever is in front of you. But if you blow it twice before the moon Varin turns fully (ten days) the thing explodes, basically nuking everything in a 50’ radius. It’s beautiful, really.

The majority of the book is given over to detailing the ruined city of Tarek Nev, a horrible place full of danger. Even the trash pit is deadly (it's a demon, concealed by sand, that just exists to digest garbage and whatever adventurers happen to step into its mouth). A fantastic resource, if you’re in need of a demon haunted city.

#RPG #TTRPG #Tabletop RPG #Roleplaying Game #D&D #dungeons & dragons #Shadow World #Terry Amthor #Jennell Jaquays #Iron Crown #Rolemaster #Demons of the Burning Night

[thydungeongal]

So okay, chances are really slim that anyone who's actually read my Rolemaster-posting has suddenly gone "dang Rolemaster sounds like it owns I wanna try it" but on the off chance someone is like "wow I do think RPGs should have more weirdly specific rules and fun tables for me to roll on," here's some recommendations from yours truly:

Sadly, at the moment every version of Rolemaster is out of print. The license holder, ICE, is working on a new edition, called Rolemaster Unified, which has been in public beta testing for what feels like an eternity now. You can get the beta test files for free by registering on ICE's forums.

DriveThruRPG has pdfs for both currently existing versions of Rolemaster as well as HARP, which is basically simplified and streamlined Rolemaster. The two currently existing versions of Rolemaster are Rolemaster Classic (based on 2e originally released in 1984 but cleaned up and reformatted) and Rolemaster Fantasy Role Playing (based on Rolemaster Standard System from the 90s).

Of the two above systems, Rolemaster Classic is by far simpler but requires more of an investment in terms of books (Character Law, Spell Law, Arms Law at the very least). Rolemaster Fantasy Role Playing is in my experience clearer with the intent and application of the rules but at the cost of being more complicated and mathy, but all you really need to start with the game is the core book which has everything you need to play the game, and you can supplement the game with all the various "Laws" as needed. (Do note that while the two systems are somewhat similar and the "Laws" are similarly named, Rolemaster Classic Arms Law is not the same as Rolemaster Fantasy Role Playing Arms Law)

Having said all of that, HARP has been highly praised and even though some of its simplifications of the Rolemaster formula are unwelcome to me personally (I want more weirdly specific tables, not one big table!) I have heard that it still retains the core Rolemaster feel while simplifying it.

But the sad thing about all of the above games is that they're effectively dead, except for Rolemaster Unified (and given its long development I'm not 100% confident it's ever going to see the light of day). If the idea of a gritty RPG with big tables appeals to you there are a few off-brand alternatives:

Against the Darkmaster. This one requires a bit of explanation: in the eighties and nineties ICE held the license to produce RPGs in J.R.R. Tolkien's Middle-Earth and the resulting game, Middle-earth Role Playing (or MERP) was basically a simplified version of Rolemaster. Against the Darkmaster (usually shortened VsD) is a MERP clone with the specific brand identity stripped out and the rules presented in such a way that they're not a 100% simulacrum or MERP's rules, but maintaining the feel of MERP's rules. I would argue that VsD also improves heavily on MERP in terms of theme, because MERP was basically a dungeon-crawling RPG set in Tolkien's world and didn't exactly feel like it would support adventures in the style of his books, whereas VsD definitely leans more heavily on genre emulation. VsD also has a free quickstart version if you want to check it out before putting any money down.

If you want to experience something that is kind of like Rolemaster but don't mind the lack of d100 and don't want to spend any money up front, and which is also incidentally probably my favorite Rolemaster-inspired game currently available, there's nothing I can recommend more than Gurbintroll Games' Lightmaster (divided into two volumes: Core Rules and Book of Tables, both available as PDF and PoD but with the PDFs available for theoretically free). Lightmaster is an interesting Rolemaster/d20 hybrid: it is based on Rolemaster 2e but heavily simplified (character creations is streamlined, there isn't a whole subsystem for martial arts, magic item creation and healing rules have been streamlined and unlike in Rolemaster 2e they're actually consistent across the board), and besides the switch from 1d100 to 1d20 there have been some changes to the various Classes/Professions. The game also comes with an implied setting which is a weird science fantasy/planetary romance setting, but one could easily run it in a generic fantasy setting if one were so inclined. My only complaint with Lightmaster is that I miss the Astrologer, the original Channeling/Mentalism hybrid class from Rolemaster 2e, which didn't make the cut. 😞

There's also Blood, Guts & Glory from the same company which is their earlier attempt at a d20-based Rolemaster clone. BG&G is a more accurate clone of Rolemaster 2e, seeking to emulate 2e's more arcane rules. It's more accurate to Rolemaster 2e but in the worst ways (I don't actually enjoy RM 2e's extremely detailed character creation, I want character creation to be quick and streamlined like in Lightmaster so I can get to rolling on those fun tables already). I recommend Lightmaster above it, but BG&G is mostly compatible with Lightmaster so it might be good to have around as a supplement to Lightmaster?

#long post

[dykefish]

I HAVE BEEN BETRAYED BY MY BEST FRIEND

#HE SAID MERP WASNT REAL #AND I SHOULD STOP OBSESSING OVER THEM #udhdhdhdu #U G H #merp #merp exists

[spectrerisen]

imagine............. ivy shepard and squad.... crawling out of the mako after barreling down a mountain..... 

ivy: ah yes, let us peruse this area for Minerals and Artifacts

any given squadmate: are you sure you’re not just looking for new plants or something 

ivy, holding a pyjak like a baby: yes i am completely sure :)) i will only be bringing back items that are valuable to us and the alliance :))) 

#OOC. #HELLO??? #DASHDSAHD H #ivy and i only exist to bring chaotic energy to the merp comm

[fotiathymos]

That genre of Promare fanart where it's clearly a Galo and Lio focused peice but Meis and Gueira are there anyway.

#boop merps #just in the background reminding others they exist

[sky-poprocks]

It's like 3 am Goodnight everyone

#skykid ocs #skykid oc #sky oc #pop rocked sky children #sky: cotl #sky: children of the light #sky children of the light #sketchandsneeze #Pail #Merp #Carpet #sky:cotl ocs #sky:cotl oc #I swear I have ocs- #they exist #I swear

[princeboop]

my brain is all over the place in promaare world rn

#boop merps #i went from point a to point q in that last post with no explanation in between #why did aro lio matter there in the begining??? cause it DOES okay #lio doesnt understand literally anything about himself and just grasps on to meis and guiera cause they trust him and believe in him #which no one EVER did and trusting them himself was hard #the way meis and guiera looked at lio was a sign of hope #and lio saw them as a sign of hope as well #just in such differing ways #i spelt gueira wrong like eight times #gueira fell for lio first cause he honestly falls for anyone he admires or has traits he wishes he had #gueira gushing about lio to meis is oddly what makes meis start falling for him too #lio had #lio HAS a hard shell to crack and the two of them dont crack it but soften it where only they two start to see the real lio #lio ..like galo... has his own front and gimmick and facade that was forced upon him and in falling into that act so often it made him lose #or just not fully understand what was himself or what was his act #meis and gueira are two very honest to themselves people with eachother it became contagious and lio caught it hard #lio had lost his family tragically and with out any closure and had a hard time understanding how a family can exist even through others #meis and gueira just sort of made themselves lios family by caring for him like family #as lio cared for them like any other burnish in a very protective leadership role #but since meis and gueira treated everyone in the mad burnish like their own family #playing with the kids in the communities or joking around the fires at night etc #lio softened and joined in #idk if any of this makes sense #long story short gueira flirts with lio they make out cause lios like i never done that before #lio them loves kissing so then geuiras like oh man you should totes kiss meis and meis is like what dude no #and then they all kiss and fall asleep on eachother #GNIGHT ITS MIDNIGTH IM WRITING PROMMAARE BULLSHIT IN THE TAGS AGAIN #once again if you do read this holy hell i love you??? and like just send me a heart to let me know you read #anon or not anon im just honestly curious #please dont go in the tags

[starlegacy]

also on a slightly related note

the merp scene is much more fun than it was forever ago lol

#i only existed in the merp scene for a handle full of months back in the day but it was a very haunting experience #but everyone on my dash is a delight i love you guys #okay back to my business #` out.

[iamanartichoke]

Congrats on follower milestone! I greatly enjoy your presence on my dash with your thoughts and witty tags and all :) For the Loki writing prompt, here's a sort of idea or mood or emotion, very vague, but maybe you can make something of it, and if not, totally cool! Prompt: Mobius taking care of Loki.

@humbae Thanks so much for your kind words as well as the prompt! I kinda just took the "taking care of" idea and had Mobius do the bare minimum, bc it's angstier that way, but I hope you like it anyway.

Summary: Takes place immediately after the end of episode 1; Loki has a realization and Mobius kinda maybe cares. Word Count: 1460 Author’s notes: Please forgive the quality, I started this earlier today and wanted to post it before watching the finale, so I finished the last bit of it in a less-than-alert state, merp.

*

“What’s this?” Loki asks. He can’t keep the edge of suspicion out of his voice.

“It’s tea,” Mobius says, as if it’s obvious. He sets the red mug down in front of Loki. “What we normally do is drink it.”

The suspicion doesn’t leave him. Loki eyes the mug, wondering if he’d even be able to tell if Mobius had done something nefarious to it - but, there would be little point in Mobius going to the trouble of intervening in Loki’s “trial” and recruiting him to the TVA only to turn around and poison him so, despite himself, Loki picks up the mug and takes a cautious sip.

“Hope you like chamomile,” Mobius adds as he takes the seat across from Loki. “It’s all I could find.”

“It’s passable,” Loki says, after a longer sip. When was the last time he’d had anything to drink? He can’t remember; the blur of New York shifts too sharply into the shock of the TVA and his brain feels too muddled to grasp onto any specifics. There’s been a consistent twisting in his stomach for days; he doesn’t know how long it’s been since he’s eaten, either.

Mobius is just watching him and Loki hunches his shoulders, a bit defensively. “What,” he says, setting down the mug.

Mobius shrugs. “You’re not the first Loki variant to come through here,” he responds. Before, when he’d been questioning Loki, everything about his posture had been straight and precise; now that the interrogation is over, Mobius has adopted a much more casual stance, leaning against the back of his chair with his legs slightly outstretched. “There’ve been a lot.”

“How many is a lot?” Loki’s mind is still spinning from the revelation that the rogue variant they’re hunting is another version of himself, but the idea of even more being out there just makes him feel slightly ill. There would be a crisis here, were Loki in a clearer headspace - something about how it could be possible for more than one version of himself to exist, and if those versions existed, what proof does he have that he, himself, in this moment, also exists? How does he know he is the real Loki? Is there a real Loki?

Apparently, he is in a clear enough headspace for a minor crisis. He wraps his hands around the mug, waiting for Mobius to answer.

“I don’t know,” is all Mobius says. “I’ve lost count, to be perfectly honest with you. You’re like a bad penny, you know - you just keep turning up. You’re a stubborn bastard, I’ll give you that.”

“Thank you.” Loki’s tone is icy. “So if there are so many other variants, why not prune me? What do you think I can do for you that they couldn’t?”

Mobius looks thoughtful for a moment before he shrugs. “Call it a hunch, I guess.”

Wonderful. Loki’s entire existence rests on this bureaucrat of a man’s hunch. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t find that particularly reassuring,” he counters. “How do I know you won’t simply prune me either once we find this other variant, or once I stop being useful to you?”

“What, whichever comes first?” Mobius’s lips tilt slightly upward. “I suppose you don’t.”

Loki slumps a bit in his chair. He’s still holding onto the mug and, for lack of anything else to do, brings it back to his lips. Chamomile, Mobius had called it. It tastes like honey, with just the slightest tinge of apples, and it makes Loki think of the fruit in Idunn’s orchard, how they melted on his tongue like sugar. He remembers dewy summer evenings, laying in the grass with Thor, each of them with a golden apple’s sticky sweetness coating their lips and teeth.

The back of his throat tightens and he focuses on the tea, blinking hard against the sudden sting of tears. Crying in front of Mobius is not something he wants to make a habit of.

Still - “In the desert, when your hunters set off those reset chargers …”

“They pruned the alternate timeline you created when you took off with the tesseract, yeah.” Mobius adjusts his position, straightening up and leaning forward, elbows on the table. “You - that is, the you that’s supposed to exist - never escaped. Your brother took you back to Asgard.”

“And the sacred timeline continues as it should.” The twisting in Loki’s stomach worsens, and it has nothing to do with hunger. “Which means I can never return to Asgard, because he’s already there.”

Mobius’s forehead creases a bit as he nods. He looks almost sympathetic. “You don’t have a place there, no,” he agrees.

A heavy silence falls over them. Loki doesn’t need Mobius to spell it out any further. Loki, the Loki he is right now, will never see Thor again. Nor his mother, or even Odin … but mostly, not Thor. His brother is the worst kind of gone, because he’s not dead, nor lost. He exists on the sacred timeline, forever separated from Loki, and none the wiser to Loki’s absence. He’ll never know that Loki is gone, because the correct Loki is still right where he should be - rotting in Asgard’s dungeons, perhaps, but home all the same.

Rage wells up inside of him, swift and cutting. He pushes away from the table and jumps to his feet so abruptly that even Mobius startles, but before he can do anything, Loki has hurled the red mug against the wall and it shatters, tea and glass shards clattering to the floor. “It isn’t fair,” he snarls; he pushes his hands through his hair, yanking hard at the strands yet the sting of it barely even registers. "That's not fair."

“Loki -”

Loki barely hears him. He drops his hands and clenches his fists; the rage is pressing against his throat, desperate for escape. He wants to scream. He wants to hurl magic in every direction. He truly wants to burn this place to the ground - the TVA, the timekeepers, and every person within it who is complicit in taking away entire realities with hardly a thought spared to the variants left behind.

He’s breathing hard. The trouble is, all of that anger has nowhere to go. Loki cannot bring himself to explode the way he wants to - with neither his magic nor the ability to set fire to the timekeepers’ hearts here and now, the only other option he’s got is to throw things, and he’s hurled enough chairs for today.

Closing his eyes, Loki turns in a circle, grabbing the back of his chair. Instead of throwing it, he leans forward, pressing all of his weight against it because he isn’t sure he can hold himself up. The effort it takes to keep from screaming is leaving him light-headed. Not Thor. Please, please don’t take Thor from me.

“Loki,” Mobius says again. Loki draws in a breath and lets it out slowly, and then opens his eyes and looks up. Mobius is hovering over him, but somehow he’s less dominating than he’d been before. He seems almost concerned - either that, or just plain tired. “Look, I get it. I get that you’re upset, but -”

“How?” Loki demands. His voice is hardly more than a growl. “The timekeepers made you. You’ve never lost anyone. You’ve never known anything besides this … this nightmare.” Frustrated, he pushes away from the chair and gestures broadly at the room around them. “Don’t tell me you get it.”

Mobius sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re right,” he agrees, “I suppose I don’t get it. But I can’t change what you’ve lost, either. All I can do is -”

“I know,” Loki cuts him off, and now he is the one who feels just plain tired. Just as swiftly as the rage had crashed over him, it was now receding again, leaving Loki feeling drained and so, so exhausted. “All you can do is offer me opportunity.” Not salvation. Not anything useful.

Instead of replying, Mobius just puts his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. “Why don’t we start fresh tomorrow,” he suggests. “Okay? ‘Cause I can also offer you your benefits package, if you’re interested. Involves a hot meal and a place to sleep.” His lips quirk a little. “No offense, but you look like you could use both, like, yesterday.”

Loki eyes the other man. Mobius’s features blur a bit, and he realizes it’s because his eyes have welled up. He rubs them and then sighs and nods, giving in because what else is he to do? This is what he has been reduced to - powerless, with nowhere else to go, his entire existence contingent upon getting in - and staying in - Mobius’s good graces.

He’ll start with a hot meal.

#charlotte writes #follower celebration prompt series #loki series spoilers #loki spoilers #loki tv series spoilers #mobius dick #loki + mobius (platonic) #validatemepls #NOW i am going to go watch the finale #wish me luck

[autistickfigure]

Do you have an account on TV Tropes?

i do not o7

#i actually dont use tv tropes ever.. but my brother did when we were younger. i always wondered what she was doing on her phone #that they wouldn't let me see. it was tv tropes T_T #one time merp read it though cuz theres one for hell yeah wrath of the dead rabbit for some reason #its weird how theres object shows on there though! what the.. #memory posts #sometimes i remember it exists though and its like Hey i know that guy (le tv tropes)

[tesslahey]

pretty boy- rafe cameron

pairings: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: fluff

a/n: this just came to me so i wrote it down. short lil blurb bc im bored and dont feel like sleeping. i hope u like it. also school has been fucking exhausting so i cant upload that much merp:( #howdoitellmyparentsiwanttodropoutandbecomeafulltimefanfictionwriter

*DISCLAIMER- I say chick-fila a lot, its a fast food chain, if you don’t know it, I’m sorry, I’m just sorry for you.*

kissy

-tess

masterlist

You and Rafe have been dating for a few months now, so you were still in the beginning phase of your relationship. You wouldn’t say it was the honeymoon phase, because you struggled with anxiety and Rafe has been struggling with addiction for a while now. 50% of your relationship was comforting each other.

However, these days were your favorite. You would pick up Rafe after school and drive around, without a destination, just enjoying each others company. Driving was your only escape from your mind, so you spent, a lot of time in the car. And Rafe didn’t mind, in fact, he found it cute the way you looked so relaxed and care free. 

He thought you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. Being a rich kid with daddy’s money, lots of girls flocked toward him, normally with the intention of reaping the benefits of his wealth. However, you weren’t like that. You often talked about how you thought money was a pointless idea to measure the worth of humans, and Rafe could listen to you speak on things you were interested in for hours. 

You rolled down the windows as you neared tanny hill, while blaring your favorite music at the moment. Rafe closed the door to his house, or “estate” to be technical, and headed toward your black jeep wrangler. Bug. That was the name you gave your car. You didn’t have an explanation as to why that was the name. It just came to you. 

“Rafael” that was your greeting for Rafe, and when you greeted him in any other way, he always assumed you were mad at him. 

“Y/n/n, looking delightful as always.” he replied while shutting your door. 

“So I was thinking we pick up chick-fila and drive as far as bugs will take us before she can’t breath, then we hitch-hike home. Sound like a plan?”

“I can’t think of anything I would like more. Except a new girlfriend maybe.”

“Watch your mouth Cameron. You loose aux privileges after that one.”

You both buckled your seatbelts and left off for your unknown destination. Chick-fila first of course. 

Your playlist was very, abstract, as Rafe liked to call it. In one car ride, you went from Adele, to Asap Ferg, to One Direction, to the Beatles. 

The first song to come on was Jesse’s Girl. Rafe your chapstick as a microphone while singing, horribly, but definitely singing. You couldn’t help but laugh at the boy.

You picked up your chick-fila, ordering 2 extra orders of fries, for the road of course. Rafe leaned over the center console to ask for barbecue sauce, which baffled you. After you pulled away from the ordering microphone, you turned your head in disgust.

“Did you really just ask for barbecue sauce from chick-fila.”

“Yeah why”

“How could you order barbecue sauce when chick-fila sauce exists. I might have to break up with you right now. That is a red flag I can’t ignore.”

“Chick-fila barbecue sauce is elite, no discussion.”

“Yeah whatever I’ll remember this.”

You got your food and ate your road fries. One of your favorite songs came on, Chasing Pavements by Adele. You belted the song at the top of your lungs. Rafe always told you that your voice was too good to ignore, but singing was your escape. You didn’t want it to be anything other than that. And he was probably biased anyway. 

You drove to a lookout to finish your food. You brought blankets and laid them out to stargaze, one of your favorite past times. You always loved astrology, and could talk about it forever. Rafe had his arm wrapped around you while you rested your arm on his chest. You occasionally looked up at him, and he would lean down and peck your lips, then your nose, and finally your forehead. 

In that moment, you wished you could take a picture, and show the whole world that this is the Rafe Cameron that you love. Not the disappointment of a son, or the unavailable brother, or the rich kid coke addict, but the sweet and loving person that he is. 

You dozed off to the sound of his heart beating under you. The next thing you knew, he was carrying you to the car. He put the blanket on top of you and put the top on the wrangler, because it got colder once the sun went down. He got in the drivers seat, and drove away from your secret hideout. 

You woke up when you were about 20 minutes from Kildare. You yawned and stretched at much as you could in your car. 

“Good morning love” Rafe said while looking down at you and smiling.

‘Eyes on the road Cameron.” You replied in your sleepy voice. 

He just laughed at relaxed into his seat. You couldn’t help but stare at him. How his messed up hair flowed in front of his hair. How the moonlight gave his eyes a watery look. He looked so pretty. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” he commented. And you took your phone out and snapped a picture before he could react. 

“I didn't mean literally.”

“well now I can look at it forever. your a pretty boy you know that right Rafael?

He looked surprised by the comment. He wasn’t used to the feminine compliment, since his dad made him feel like anything feminine was weak. But in that moment, he felt strong. 

Like he had everything he’d ever want. And she was sitting next to him.

a/n- JNDJNWNR#UN i rlly love this so very much and im passing away now. this is my dream relashionship right here. BYE LOVES i dont know you but i love you.

#rafe cameron #obx #outerbanks #rafe x reader

[thydungeongal]

As Tumblr’s resident Rolemaster guy, what’s the deal with HARP?

I don't know enough about HARP to comment on it authoritatively, but my understanding of it is that it's basically Rolemaster but stream-lined. It almost feels like a successor to I.C.E.'s other big acronym game, MERP (Middle-earth Roleplaying, made back in the day when I.C.E. still had the Middle-earth license). MERP was basically another Rolemaster-lite.

HARP is very similar to Rolemaster in some ways (both use a 1d100 system with "open-ended" rolls meaning that they explode both on high and low rolls, both have a mix of class-based and skill-based advancement, both traditional elves and wizards fantasy, etc.) but where Rolemaster is very much the spreadsheet enthusiast's dream game, HARP has removed some of the cruft to make a game that is theoretically faster and more focused on high adventure than Rolemaster's gritty "realism" (HARP stands for High Adventure Roleplaying to my knowledge).

The place where this streamlining is most obvious is in the tables. Instead of Rolemaster's multitude of unique tables for very specific purposes HARP to my knowledge tries to do as much as possible with as few tables as possible. All maneuvers are resolved on the same table. Combat, instead of relying on a huge matrix where each type of attack has its own table where the result of the attack roll is cross-references against an armor type, is a straight dice roll where weapon and armor types are applied as modifiers to the roll, and the result is then immediately applied on an appropriate table that tells you the amount of hits dealt AND specific type of injury.

Basically, what HARP does is turn every successful attack roll into a critical hit, because instead of first rolling on one table for damage dealt and then MAYBE getting to roll an appropriate separate critical, the weapon-type specific tables have both damage dealt and type of specific injury all in one.

HARP also introduced the idea that Race (still called that sadly) and Culture should be separated which was surprisingly forward-thinking for a game that came out in the D&D 3e era. I mean, I'm sure it wasn't the first fantasy RPG to do it, but it was the first I.C.E. joint that did it and I'm glad they've since brought it into Rolemaster.

HARP also has a different default setting. It seems like a very traditional fantasy setting what with the elves and dwarves and all. I know it doesn't have orcs, but it has some other type of grey-skinned strong folks who to my knowledge are not portrayed as irredeemably evil or acceptable casualties in the pursuit of adventuring profits.

Anyway, that is as specific as I can get because as said I don't know enough about the game. HARP doesn't quite appeal to me as much as Rolemaster because I feel the loss of those stupid specific tables in my bones, but I do appreciate that it exists. I would probably enjoy playing it and would love to try it some day.

#thydungeongal answers #long post #rolemaster

[boysmellll]

can i put my balls in ya jaws balls balls in ya jawss can i put my

this is why merp exists

[dykefish]

dggsbdydvee

idk how this happened

but this is the dynamic

@stevetheskeletoninthecloset

@yeet-your-skeet

#they protecc merp #it be like that #sodart #s m e e t #merp #merp exists #vanny #potato the smeet

[bloodiedbiotic]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN   ✨

𝟎𝟏. 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 / 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  :  middy!

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𝟎𝟓. 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒  :  video games (rpg mainly, but i’ve gotten back into dead by daylight whoops), writing, concept sketching, reading, drawing, plotting but not doing a damn thing

𝟎𝟔. 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑  : teal!

𝟎𝟕. 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 : the lightning thief, because it opened up a whole part of my life and who i am as a person that’s just obsessed with greek mythos.

𝟎8. 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 : honestly, i don’t even know anymore. i say pasta but then it fucks up my stomach now, so i don’t eat it much anymore....... 

𝟎𝟗. 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌 / 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 : i don’t even remember, i hardly watch tv or netflix anymore... but with that, i’ll substitute by saying i plan on rewatching the first three pirates of the caribbean movies with my boyfriend. ♥

𝟏𝟎. 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  : blair came into existence when i got mass effect 2 for free on origin; this was back when they had the “on the house” deal. the only time i played a mass effect game was back when i was at my best friend’s house for a sleepover and he had gotten andromeda. i played a bit, got super into it, got andromeda for my ps4 and then eventually for my pc. then comes origin and now i had mass effect 2, where i jumped in with this dark haired, light-eyed vanguard whom i decided to name blair. this was my first time playing a game from the trilogy, and i was the equivalent to the gif of the guy walking into a burning room with pizza when i watched blair get fucking spaced. i was so confused!! like, my gal just after one minute of me walking her around this ship that was getting destroyed. 

i remember i didn’t get far into that playthrough, because i did the smart thing and got mass effect on steam (funny enough, i got it with my refund money after refunding cuphead) and played through it. i remember i loved some of the renegade lines and how badass shepard sounded saying them, so this is where i adopted the “renegade in personality, paragon in choices” ie saving the rachni queen and the council. but tbh, that first playthrough was... let’s say a warmup, because i bullrushed to the end on stream and missed SO MUCH. i started me2, then went back to me1 to play it right and 100%’d all the side quests in it and got to level 60 (i did a ng+ from that initial playthrough). back to me2! now i’m emotionally invested in shepard’s death!!! we did it, we come full circle! 

and then it took me twenty years to finish me2. me3 came and i was the equivalent of the screeching cat meme, taking another 20 years to finally buckle down and finish the game for the first time because! i have an issue with completing games! i don’t want it to be over!!!

i was so attached to blair at that point, her rough edges and how her character changed across the games. i remember i got into merp all because of a friend i was mutuals with back in darp; she had a kaidan blog and, after gushing about blair to her, she convinced me to start a blog for blair, and here we are today! i’m not as active as i was then, obviously thanks to being an adult, but my love for blair has only grown since then, and i’m always happy and thankful for the friends i meet along the way. ♥ 

𝟏𝟏. 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐑𝐋  honestly, it’s just one of blair’s monikers, akin to the butcher of torfan that the game labels your shepard as if you choose the ruthless background. i wanted to stick to that theme but make it my own, and i wanted to imagine that blair got that nickname after evac from torfan where she’s just covered in blood from all the close-quarters fighting — blood from her own wounds, from the batarian pirates she mercilessly gunned down, and from the many soldiers who lost their lives down underground on that moon. but tbh, i’ve been really thinking about changing it but can never find a url i like or that isn’t already taken.

tagged by: @nosastrra tagging: whoever wants to do this! except @arianashepard; i’m calling you out specifically to do this.

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