#project midas rp

[therealmidasproject]

This just in local man so autistic about character that he literally just made but cant talk about them cause its spoilers for later

-Mod Kass

#yall will find out eventually its just gonna be a while #midas project rp #project midas rp #midas rp #mod kass

[witch-sweets]

So due to the new oc rules and some responses I got I redesigned my Midas Project oc

(Digital ref coming soon)

Introducing Bell!

A nerdy minimum wage worker who found out about the project through a social media rabbit hole afterwards she applied to be a subject and well we all know what happened

She's a wannabe engineer who builds her own prosthetics and is obsessed with anything relating to robots and sentient AI

However her knowledge on mechanics is slowly fading in favor of violence and murder

She's pretty excitable and intelligent if you can get past her murder instincts, paranoia, and manic outbursts

(She is NOT a murder hobo she just likes to bite things and knows over 200 ways to kill someone she doesn't actually act upon the murder instincts)

@therealmidasproject

#midas project rp #project midas rp #Midas project oc #How do I tag this?? #serial designation v #I guess #I don't wanna main tag murder drones #Cuz this is technically not related to the series #She is slowly losing it to the silly robot

[mindboogling]

nico but he's a little off hrmm

#just felt like i hadnt really shown nico going a little mad so! boop! #midas project rp #nico dove lupe #my art #oc

[nebulousboops]

Back on my "What if everything was ok actually :')))" Midas Project bullshit

As always, Nico belongs to @mindboogling

#midas project rp #nico dove lupe #ami blixby #my sweet sweet daughter who just looks like me #forgot to put a webcam on her monitor but y'know #couldn't find the original version of the meme I used so I just remade it

[neth-cactus]

*drops face flat* hi hi hello i come for the yearly art post, anyways welcome Purey (he/they) the snatcher kinnie, hes fuking silly and having a weird time, they are from @therealmidasproject

anywayss under the cut is gonna be some shitposts/doodles

#neth draws #midas project rp #im making a tag for him please clap #Purey the noodle

[spiritualtraveller1981]

#fitness #beauty #health and wellness #health #healthy eating #health care #medication #ketolife #old age #midas #midas fortnite #midas project rp #blogger

[pathfinderproject]

TO: @musician-in-space, Lt. Harry Kim

FROM: John and Mary Kim

Harry,

You were right about Mr. Alcala. Once he saw the hydrangea bush he recanted the whole thing. I changed the soil composition a bit this year and the blossoms have taken on a coral hue. Quite stunning. All is well here.  Your mother has been poking me in the ribs for  the whole time I've been writing this to turn over access to the console. So...I'm going to keep typing just to antagonize her. The rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain. How kind of you to let me come. In Hartford hfcdehficihxhebdjzjsh she's on to me love you harry here's mom

Dear Harry,

I'm not sure what's been going on since the last letter, but if you haven't marched your rear over to that girl and made amends...well, that's not the boy I raised. Your father and I broke up for a while once when we first started dating. Did I ever tell you that? We met right after I had gotten out of a relationship. Andrew. I think his name has come up. Anyways. We were not a good match, and when it ended I wasn't sure that I deserved love. Your father and I had been out on a few dates, but I was scared he'd leave me, so I ended it. In a way, it was the best thing I could have done, because your father  was able to fight for me and prove that he loved me and that I deserved to be happy. I still have the letters he wrote me. Anyways, if you love her, prove it to her.

Ok. That's all I wanted to say. I love you so much. We both do. Come home soon. Xoxoxoxo.

Mom

#midas transmission #voyager rp #data stream #pathfinder project

[lostjulys]

slow motion, double time

/RP. /DSMP. if u are an irl shipper/in the *nderbees community and u interact with this i'll block u and post your url. also for fucks sake this is about the fictional roleplay characters.

c!beeduo, 1341 words, can b read as romantic or queerplatonic whatever u want since the only thing that separates romantic from not is intent ^_^

ranboo laughs, and it’s a soft, breathy, wheezing sound, and his hand is so, so close to tubbo’s where it’s flat on the stone slab, and he’s leaning back, shoulder pressed against tubbo’s, head tilted up, lanky legs hanging over the edge of the tower where they’re sitting. when they first met, president and unwilling traitor (such old, crumpled descriptors. so much has changed.), tubbo had thought he was pretty. a sneaking, stupid thought in the back of his mind had whispered that maybe, if it came down to it, he wouldn’t mind dying to a boy like him.

that was long ago, now. (not really long at all.) there’s no president here, no traitor. ranboo is saying something fucking stupid, voice deep and rumbly like burrs on a wool sweater, the way it gets when they’re both far too tired, and he’s so impossibly gentle as he bumps into his shoulder, careful to avoid where scar tissue lies, careful to not jar him hard enough to bring back bad memories. somehow it still feels solid. (oh, he’s absolutely affronted, he can’t believe ranboo would say such a thing, he’s gonna shove him off this edge and laugh.) tubbo is running on autopilot here, high off no sleep and cold, clear night air and the dregs of the energy drink and pain meds he downed while working on a project earlier. that’s his excuse at least, as he shifts his position until he’s laying with one foot off the edge, his head in ranboo’s lap. ranboo cuts his monologue short, looking down at his sudden lapful of ex-president.

“oh. um, hello,” he says. his smile is incredibly toothy, and his arm has instinctively curled around tubbo’s waist, pulling him away from the building’s edge. tubbo hums tunelessly at him and reaches up to run his fingers along his husband’s cheek (ridiculous that he can do that, ridiculous that anyone would come near the boy with the reverse midas’ touch, trust him enough to stay. even more ridiculous that he trusts ranboo enough to not be afraid that he’ll leave.). the scratchy wool of his fingerless gloves catch on teartrail scars, and he frowns and pulls them off, then returns to his task. when he pauses, the pad of his thumb is brushing against ranboo’s cheekbone (tremors are running through his hands, as they are wont to do, but ranboo leans into the touch, warm and trusting and firm enough to steady him, and the realization that he’s allowed to do this still leaves him breathless, most days.) ranboo is looking down at him, half bemused, half soft and fuzzy around the edges. he opens his mouth to speak (probably something like ‘hey, what’s this about?’), and tubbo cuts him off abruptly.

“did you know,” he asks, “that, um, when i met you, i thought i was gonna die? and then, to be fair, well, i thought you’d probably die too. y’know. after everything.”

ranboo blinks. “no, i didn’t, actually,” he says. his voice is gentle, soft in the way that’s for him alone, and it makes him go stupid and warm and gooey inside. he interlaces the fingers of his other hand with ranboo’s.

“well, ‘s’true.” ranboo’s hands are calloused, stronger than they should be for piano fingers, dripping with gold rings that tubbo plays with as he rambles. “i’m pretty sure you’re actually the reason the reason i’m not, mostly. in case you didn’t know that. ‘cause, like, there was all of that stuff, ‘n then there was you. ‘n i couldn’t make a bad impression on the cute new guy, coming in, fuckin… bleedin’ out or something. and then there wasn’t anything, really, after doomsday. but you were still there. and you’re still here.”

he finishes there. it’s not like he couldn’t continue, explain every detail of when “oh, i want to watch the sunrise with him, that’s an okay reason,” turned into “oh. i want to watch the sunrise for myself,” but he’s tired, and words are melting into mush in his brain (it’s ranboo’s fault, what a sick fuck to keep him up all night and then trace nonsense shapes on his hands as they have fake-deep moonlight conversations when he knows that fifty percent of tubbo’s computing power will go to deciphering what the shapes are, and the other fifty percent will simply flatline at the contact.), and if there’s one thing that he hates, it’s not being perfectly in control of himself and his words. it’s a ridiculous flaw for someone who gets high as a coping mechanism, he knows.

ranboo hums gently. “you were the only person i trusted, back then,” he says, quiet. “and, i mean, aside from tommy, you still are.” he brings their interlocked hands up, and tubbo feels the gentlest ghost of a kiss press against against scar tissue. he shivers. “like, with everyone else, they didn’t get it. you know? i think they thought that i could choose to not remember my own name, or whatever, which is hilarious, honestly. but, i dunno. you were never like that. which was nice. and, well, here we are now.”

“...god, this is a fucking grim conversation to be having at three in the morning,” tubbo laughs, and ranboo snorts at him. “it really is,” he says, “like, ohh, it’s three am, time to dump all of my deep-seated trauma on my husband! that’s how it goes!” ranboo puts on a stupid, high pitched voice as he speaks, and tubbo giggles helplessly at it. (the joke’s not even funny, honestly, he’s just a massive simp for an absolute idiot. he’d rather die than say that out loud.). he shifts a little closer, so his cheek is pressed against ranboo’s side. he knows he’s smiling like a fool.

ranboo looks down at where tubbo’s smushed into his jacket, frees a hand to brush the hair out of his face. “oh my god,” he says. “did i really seduce you with a joke that bad?”

tubbo splutters at the comment, and even goes so far as to contemplate getting up. it’s really not worth it, though, he decides; instead he rolls over so that his entire face is buried in ranboo’s fleece. “no,” he whines, “god, i can’t believe you sometimes, you could never seduce me like that. ‘s wrong on so many levels.”

the pressure against his burn scars isn’t very comfortable, but he figures, well. tradeoffs. ranboo is wheezing with laughter. stupid. “so, um, what’s your preferred method, then?” he asks, “to, uh, be seduced. like, y’know, if someone had to.” he says it like he knows the answer already. he does. this is a well-worn bit.

tubbo grins into his leg. “money,” he says smugly. “vast amounts of money.”

he reaches out with an arm, flails around until he lands on ranboo’s back in a messy sort of hug. “good thing ‘m married to some tall, dark, rich guy, huh?”

he feels ranboo chuckle at him. “yeah, and i’m the dumb sappy one?” he asks.

tubbo doesn’t deign to respond. ranboo is slowly brushing fingers through his hair even as he laughs, combing the tangles out, clawtips gently scratching at his scalp, and he can quite literally feel the last dregs of five-hour energy seeping out of his system.

he shifts a little, leaning into the contact. “m gonna go to sleep now,” he murmurs.

“here? on the roof? wouldn’t, y’know, uh, being in a building be good for that?”

ranboo is ridiculous. “mmn, nahh. ‘s’what i’ve got you for, right?”

he is right, actually. and his eyes keep shutting on him (dumb, they keep doing it without asking him. it’s not like he’s been up for...what, thirty hours now?), and he thinks his husband might be saying something, faintly, but he can’t make out what it is. he doesn’t need to, really.

he’s warm and comfortable and ranboo is humming, gently, crackly enderman sounds that have no right to sound so peaceful. he allows himself to sleep.

#miting #SORRY this is so fucking dumb n stupid n soft 2 a m me has No filter <3333 #anyway yeah this is fucking. ex president boy and enderman creachur boy this is Not About Real People holy fucking shittttt <333 #c!beeduo #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #c!beeduo fic #? #dsmp fanfic #beeduo fic rec #oh also title is from green eyes red face by lucy dacus <3

[moonguardsecrets]

Ahhhh ha no surprise there. Law project trying to moderate the classic rp server too. Reverse Midas Touch in full effect

[taxprepservice-blog]

We round up the Sunday newspaper share tips. This week, Midas looks at infrastructure specialist RPS, the Times analyses chemicals company Croda, and the Telegraph assesses future prospects at drugs giant GlaxoSmithKline. RPS is a company that likes to think big – it advises clients on how best to implement major projects, ranging from bridges and oil rigs to shopping malls and housing estates.In Australia, it helped with plans to strengthen Sydney Harbour Bridge and is currently working on a tunnel beneath the harbour and a new airport for the city.Read more:

[therealmidasproject]

I sincerily hope that someone somewhere in MIDAS has pet cats based off the two warriors sexymen (ashfur and scourge. i kid you not those two had a CHOKEHOLD on the fandom at one point in time) soley because it is extremely funny

In today's news: I got busy with a new job and autistically forgot this blog existed—ANYWAYS!

All the dms were kinda discussing this concept for a while because on one hand, a tumblr sexyman cat would be very funny.

On the other hand, though, the roleplay is going to be heavily dabbling in human experimentation, questionable scientific and medical morals and ethics, and a bit of a hands-on delve into what makes us, yknow, us.

So the best we could do is name a cat after them, but I know I particularly find animal experimentation rather unsightly, but now I REALLY wanna name a lab cat Scourge or some thing lmaooo

—Mod Chrys

#midas project rp #midas rp #project midas rp #ask midas #mod chrys

[witch-sweets]

Had this big ol explanation on my Midas project OC that I accidentally deleted so I'll make this brief (I am so sorry if this comes across as rude or passive aggressive I'm just annoyed Tumblr deleted my 2-3 paragraphs)

Personally I think Disassembly Drones are organic on the inside despite their sleek metal shells

And I have a bit of evidence to back this up

(Eldritch J concept art done by Liam Vickers)

This combined with her eating THE ENTIRE FUCKING PILL BOTTLE IN ONE DAY is the reason she is a half flesh half metal abomination

@therealmidasproject if there's any issues with her I'll be happy to take some constructive criticism so she lines up better with canon!

#midas project rp #project midas rp #Midas project rp oc #this post was a pain #R.I.P my original deep dive into Disassembly Drone anatomy post #cw: robot gore #cw body horror

[mindboogling]

Oops I dropped my Midas Project RP Nico playlist I’m constantly editing when I get the chance

#am at work but felt like sharing in caves anyone was interested LOL #midas project rp #Nico dove lupe #Spotify

[nebulousboops]

I remembered that human-like robots are canonically like a thing in Layton so eventually, Ami gets a physical body again, made of steel and silicon rather than carbon.

I imagine it works similarly to the robots of St. Mystere, though less effective considering it wasn't made by Bruno. It can only function for a few hours before running out of power, so Ami still spends most of her time in her computer, but this is certainly an improvement.

Nico is there too, so @mindboogling gets a ping

#midas project rp #ami blixby #nico dove lupe #my main inspirations for her design were wednesday addams and that goth girl from beetlejuice #something I think is thematically appropriate to mention #ami made every decision when it came to what this robot body would look like #do with that what you will

[neth-cactus]

i FORGOT TO POST THIS PECK anwyays errrmmmm subject to change but Pathological Facade in my mind is a very Purey song so have a silly frame redraw

#neth draws #Purey the noodle #im trying so hard to have organized tags i swear #midas project rp #i think thats all the tags i need????

[therealmidasproject]

MIDAS Project OC Rules

I would like to note here at the top that these are the same rules that we gave our players during character creation and what we as GMs also abide by.

No God Modding. This means characters with powers such as Bill Cipher's reality bending. Loopholes are discussed in-house with PCs and are not applicable in OC content. (tldr, no loopholes.) Each character is only allowed one Tumblr Sexyman, so it's easier to ensure fair participation, but in order to preserve the experience overall, there is no god-modding allowed in character powers.

No Murder Hobos. A murder hobo is a term popularized in Tabletop RPG [ttrpg] spaces about characters who choose—above all other options—to solve their problems with killing and hurting NPCs and other PCs. Especially in tandem with "insane" characters, it's disrespectful and insensitive. Most TTRPG Dungeon Masters, when seeing a murder hobo in the making will actively either bar you from participating, ban you from their table, or both. No one likes roleplaying with someone who solves all their problems with murder.

Character assignments do not have to be on the sexypedia but they must meet at least 10 tropes as listed here.

We've gotten this question in the past so I'll mention it here as well, the gender of the character doesn't not affect the possibility of assignment. Tumblr Sexymen' (for you younger tumblr users especially) is specifically a term used to describe characters who are surprisingly loved by Tumblr or the rest of the internet, especially romantically. It was popularized by the site-wide fascination with characters such as The Onceler [The Lorax (2012)], Jack Frost [Rise of The Guardians], Sans [Undertale], and Bill Cipher [Gravity Falls]. It has no relation to gender, sexuality, or any other defining aspects, but it can be designated with Sexyman OR Sexywoman depending on personal preference. Most older Tumblr users will use the term Sexyman indiscriminately.

If you create a character with an assignment that is not on the wiki please DO NOT make suggestions or edits to the wiki.

#midas project rp #midas rp #project midas rp #mod kass #midas project master post