#which i am sure was unintentional but it must have been fascinating to watch nonetheless

[fluffypotatey]

alright so:

secret life smp is the latest installment in the life series, a series of minecraft death games where everyone has three lives, and people on their last (red) life become hostile. (this series is commonly called some variation of the "traffic light/life" series as each life corresponds to a color: green, yellow, or red.) after you lose your last life, you are out of the game and your series ends.

each iteration of the life series (its official name) has a different gimmick, and secret life's is twofold: 1), instead of having the normal row of ten hearts, everyone starts with 30 hearts- however, their health does not regenerate, and 2) at the start of each session (they play for 3 hour sessions all together once per week), everyone is assigned a secret task, which they must complete. they regain hearts by completing their tasks successfully, and (usually) they don't lose anything by failing.

that's the background context

and now we get to the actual character this is about

lizzie (channel name LDShadowLady) seemed to be starting off the series generally well- she completed her first task (write a poem about someone on the server and recite it to them) pretty easily, but then basically the rest of her series was just Struggle After Struggle

it was like murphy's law. everything that couldve gone wrong for her did. for the next several sessions, she ended up just getting terrible tasks (for example, one of them was "get the entire server to sleep through the night." do you know how hard it is to get 16 adult minecraft players to do Anything).

generally, these servers split up into factions pretty quickly, and this one was no different. lizzie, though- she didn't end up in one. she was alone against the world (which, when you play minecraft with the energy of an extremely paranoid, sopping wet bichon frise (<- literally googled "most anxious dog breeds" to get the vibes for that one), is not great). the closest thing she had to an ally was her husband joel (who was 1: mainly loyal to his own faction, and 2: accidentally caused 2 out of her 3 deaths.)

during week 5, she held a slumber/birthday party at her base, and invited the entire server to come to it (this was her trying to get everyone to sleep through the night). only one person showed up (it was her husband again). she failed her task because of this, and decided to invisibly ride around the server on a skeleton horse with no armor to sulk. which ended in her death, and put her on her last life

the very next session, she tried her best to kill people (her job as a red life), and to get revenge on those who had wronged her (so, everyone). it didnt go well, and with her own bad luck, she died falling into the void

she didnt have to die. her death was a direct result of her trying to do a favor for her husband, and there were so many moments where it could've been avoided. but it wasn't. she was the first to lose her last life and get eliminated from the series

the only person to even mourn her was joel. more people celebrated her death than mourned it. and im just supposed to be Normal about that

hey what the fuck

#imagine dying because of a trying to complete a favor for your husband and he’s the only one who mourns you for it #this is some Greek tragedy level shit #which i am sure was unintentional but it must have been fascinating to watch nonetheless #she even does the classic ‘riding off alone and vulnerable to help blow off some steam and dies’ trope #like what #but why were people celebrating her death tho???? #this is like the intro to Wicked #except not but both have to do with people celebrating the death of another whilst the few mourn for the human whom everyone forgot #asks #secret life smp #i think #that’s the only tag i’ll do #rip lizzie i don’t know you but you didn’t deserve this #smp 101 with gumy

[diveronarpg]

Congratulations, EMILY! You’ve been accepted for the role of MIRANDA. Admin Em: Emily, it was your parallel of Maeve and Joan of Arc and their martyrdom that convinced me that you really do understand Maeve, inside and out! From her love and light to her unwavering belief in a peace between the two warring territories, and this line-- “Her flaws are something she is blind to, both in her very nature and perhaps by choice in some small way, even if that choice is a bit unintentional,” we’re all so deeply enamored with your Maeve and her beautiful voice and can’t wait to see her on the dash! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

Out of Character Alias | Emily Age | 24 Preferred Pronouns | She/her/hers Activity Level | So I am very busy - with work, applying to graduate school, and other such things. However, when I really adore a character I find it hard to stay away, so I’ll be on at least three nights a week, plus at least one weekend day/night. I also promise to ask for hiatuses as they are needed. Timezone | EST

Current/Past RP Accounts | both past - http://marvelousevelyn.tumblr.comand https://camelliafairchild.tumblr.com/

In Character Character | Miranda // Maeve Petre What drew you to this character? | I’m very drawn to morally grey characters, and I am also very drawn to characters who are very good, without question. Maeve obviously falls more into the latter, and there is something so incredibly beautiful about who she is, what she believes in, and her utter devotion to fight for it.

It is funny to me, because of Shakespeare’s non-history plays, The Tempest is one I am not as familiar with as others, but I have had a fondness for Miranda’s character for a long while, so I will be fascinated to play her out and see how she changes and how she holds true to herself amidst the horrors in the city.

When she hardens, it is not in the way that some expect - she hardens in her desires, not in her sense of being.

I think that even though she is very good, and very innocent, she has the possibility to still have great development, and I would love to be able to help develop her. She is so innocent and is to the point of being naive, and I wish to explore that - she is kind and gentle, but also flawed, and flawed in ways that she would not/does not/cannot quite see, at least now.

Her flaws are something she is blind to, both in her very nature and perhaps by choice in some small way, even if that choice is a bit unintentional.

“Miranda” means “worthy of admiration; wonderful", and Maeve means “the cause of great joy” (at least these are two meanings I found). There is certainly similarities to be found between these names, but I find the subtle differences - how Miranda in some ways feels more as though it has to be earned, and Maeve is something she can just be is a bit of an interesting concept. Something I might like to explore, as I find the power of names incredibly interesting. Maeve was/is her parents’ greatest joy, and now that she is part of the Capulets she has a name that gives her things to live up to - both for herself and in the eyes for others. She is content with what she is doing, but she still sees herself being looked down upon. How will those two things come together? Will they come together? Only time will be able to tell.

I have to say, as someone who likes history, I have also seen her in some ways as a Joan of Arc archetype - although less likely to up and literally ride into battle, she has some similarities, and I certainly can see her as a bit of a saint/martyr type in a number of ways.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

I. I would like for her to find out about how her mother died - I hope it is okay (and that I did not somehow miss something?) to assume it was the Montagues, because I could see that as being the reasoning behind how her father was involved with the Capulets, but I would like to expand on this, and should she ever find out about the circumstances of her mother’s death, how that might affect her view on things. I wonder if it will make her more keen on joining the Capulets more fully - because she is part of them, but she is part because of her father, and has not thrown herself into it because that can limit her ability to do peace - but should the Montagues be the cause of her mother’s death, I could see someone maybe using that to push her into being more of a solider of the Capulets.

However, it could also push her desire for neutrality more - if a feud killed her mother, wouldn’t neutrality be a more desirable option? It would make it so that she would not have to worry about people killing simply because of the other’s associations.

II. I do really wish to do things with her father - I realize he may not be brought into the RP, so even if through a self-para, or through interactions with others who are more well acquainted with the side of him Maeve was unaware of, would be fascinating. She joined with the Capulets to understand him, and yet she still sees hope, she still sees a wish to make everything better - she still hasn’t quite grasped the way that turned Philip into the hardened man whose hands have been covered far more than once with another’s blood. If he’s not brought into the RP, and even more if he is, I would really like to explore how they work together - because they’ve been a father and daughter pair for as long as Maeve can remember, but the context in which they live now is so entirely different…

III. How will her friendship with Santino affect things? Although of course some Montagues and Capulets speak, it is not nearly as common for true friendships to form. How did it blossom? This both has to do with past and future, which I sincerely hope is okay to talk about, but I think that it is crucial in her development, even if when she first met Santino she was not aware of his allegiances. Given how unaware she was of everything, I see this  as quite feasible. When she first met him, she thought he was another kindred soul, and she was not deterred when she found out about him being one of the Montagues - because, perhaps, if she can find kind souls amongst both sides, that will make her goals of peace all the easier.

IV. I am absolutely and entirely here for any interactions with those within the Capulets who oppose her wishes, and also for her finding those she has more in common with than she initially might have expected. I realize this is very vague, but I am also interested to see what her reactions would be if she had more in common with someone more violent than she is, and how that’d play out?

V. She is… very kind, very much seeing the good in most anyone. Quite clearly, this is something that will allow her to fairly easily run into issue. There’s already the chance of it being an issue with regard to her and Santino and how both sides might see that friendship, but there is more to explore. There is the issue of people taking advantage of her desire to see good, to do the opposite of what Rafaella has done and to not push her away and try to make her see the horrors and to fight - but instead, to take her and use her refusal to see anything but beauty in the world and mold that to their liking.

VI. She’s a solider, and soldiers get assignments. Perhaps she somehow gets a violent assignment - probably not from Everett, just because he and she are similar souls (as she would say, too) - but someone else. She is fiercely loyal, and though it would conflict with her desire for bettering the world, she would not want to disappoint someone, especially if she admired them. So how will that affect things? Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Yes, I do. Not right away of course, but should a situation call for it, I am. Angst fuels the RP world, does it not? :) In Depth In-Character Interview:

Papa might not want her to be meeting someone for an interview, but if it allows her voice to be heard, Maeve is more than happy to agree, to go and spread her message. She holds onto her mug of tea, the smell and warmth of cinnamon making its way into her nose.

The first question is to be expected, though she finds herself grateful for it nonetheless. "What is your favorite place in Verona?”

There is a pause, as Maeve considers her options, weighing them - of course she could say her childhood bedroom, one she found comfort in, with posters and carefully cared-for plants, and books neatly arranged on her shelves. But after a moment, she gives a nod - “The Castelvecchio Bridge. I enjoy watching the water from it, and although I am well aware such a memory should not exist, I have vague memories of being held against my mother’s chest as she walked along it, just before sunset, trying to calm me before I slept.” She brushes a curl of her hair out from her face and grins. “How could anybody not adore the bridge?” There is the hint of a would-be wink, her eyes practically squinting shut as she grins. “It is quite hard to resist, and furthermore quite difficult to miss, should anyone come to visit our dear Verona.” She takes a sip of her tea, and nods - the hint that she is ready, without speaking such.

"What does your typical day look like?”

A nod, a laugh. “I wake up - quite often with the sun, and I like to pull my window shades open and keep all the lights off in my room, and then I make myself a cup of tea sweetened with honey,” she gives a nod and gestures towards the teacup that sits in between the two of them, "and I sit at my dining room table and read, before I go off to explore.” She brushes a finger against her nose. “I am in search of a job at present, but that should all come soon, and once I find one, I will surely go there with a bag slung over my shoulder with a book inside, filled with dried flowers.” She knits her brows together. “I also cook dinners for Papa, because someone must help to keep him alive, regardless of everything that has happened.” She bites her lip. “It is what I have done for as long as I can remember, I see no reason as to why I ought to stop.” She waves the interviewer on, “Please, continue.” Please do not ask me why there would be even the barest of considerations that I should change how I have behaved around Papa. I never shall. Never. I do not think.

The interviewer clears his throat, although there is something in his eyes that hints that he might wish to return to her answers in greater depth. "What has been your biggest mistake thus far?” The grin is not wicked now, not exactly, and Maeve remains unaware, instead offering a quick and light shrug. “I am not certain.” Too much trust?  Though that thought leaves practically before it can be fully established. Because her trust is beautiful, it is part of what makes her who she is. “For I believe everything allows one to grow, and though I have made stumbles, calling my life’s path a mistake at any turn seems perhaps far too harsh. I am only sorry I do not have a greater answer, perhaps I can come and find you once I have more time to think on this.”

“What has been the most difficult task asked of you?”

She takes in a breath of air, not wanting to make eye contact. Because difficult is not so often a word that graces her tongue. It may be naive, and there are certainly those who would call it so, but it is her truth. “It is not - was not - exactly a task,” she drums her fingertips against her thigh, but accepting - becoming aware - of exactly what it is that Papa does -“ She presses her fingertips into her thigh for a moment, letting her breath catch. “Nothing can quite compare to that, although it has certainly given me a greater resolve to do better by this whole city.”

Perhaps it sufficed well enough for now, because the interviewer took down a few scribbles onto his notepad, before glancing back up. “What are your thoughts on the war between the Capulets and the Montagues?”

This one is easy. The answer flows from her pink-tinted lips. “I think that I will be the one to cause its end.” Her wide eyes look up. “Because peace is natural, and if flowers can grown amidst concrete, then peace can overcome war.” There is the glimmer of a smile that crosses her lips, turned up at the edges, though if one is to observe closely, they will notice that it is her eyes which truly glimmer at the idea. “Perhaps that is too self-centered an idea, but it is my belief. My thoughts are that it is not needed, and that it will burn to the ground, and we will rebuild and have peace, finally.” She gives a firm nod, and the curls of her hair bounce softly.

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HEADCANONS:

I. She is allergic to dairy and to peanuts. She found out when she was only about two years old, and was rushed to the hospital. She manages it just fine now, but it is one thing that she does remain cautious about.

II. She loves flowers, and has many plants all over her home and takes incredible care to tend to each of them each day. Her favorite flowers are daffodils (which mean things such as new beginnings - with daffodils, she has a small pot growing), daisies, and violets. She is 100% the sort to have made flower chains/pressed flowers/etc for those she cares about.

III. The first knife she trained with was one from her own kitchen - the same one that she cut up vegetables for soups - because it was a reminder of home, another reminder (not that she should need one) of why she had taken up this cause. To help better her family, to help fix the wrongs of the city.

IV. She wears subtle perfumes every day. Maeve is not one to focus on much make-up, besides some lipbalm or gloss, but she does enjoy perfumes, and has a few bottles (tbd which) that she will rotate.

V. She speaks English, Spanish, and Italian. Although born and raised in Verona, speaking Spanish is something important to her, and she will slip into it with certain terms/phrases because it is a comfort to her.

Mini playlist:

The Power of Love - Gabrielle Aplin

Hallelujah - Kate Voegele cover

Yellow Flicker Beat - Lorde

To Be Human - Sia ft. Labrinth

Now is Not the Time - CHVRCHES

#accepted: miranda #accepted

[drcraneandmrcrow-blog]

Sends in Edward Extra Nygma for the name meme.

Send me a character’s name and my muse will tell how they feel about them

“O’ course, Edward Nygma. Should’ve known y’all would ask; I’m sure anyone who knows of our interactions is humoured by them. After all, what’s funnier than one Rogue havin’ ta be helped by another cause some guy carved up his chest?” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Scarecrow has still not earned my forgiveness fer that…but I digress, I am ta talk ta y’all about Edward Nygma.”

Jonathan scratched at the scar running through his lips. “I find Edward ta be an interesting man as much as I do an irritatin’ one. His vocabulary is as impressive as it is taxin’ and he spends much of our time together laughing at me, which I do not appreciate. Reminds me somewhat of the Joker, a comparison which I’m sure Edward would not be amused by, considerin’ any and all similaritiy between the Joker and the Riddler has been pointed out by the folks of Gotham. I neither discourage nor encourage y’all ta tell Edward I said that.”

He faltered, then frowned. “He has also referred ta me as both ‘cute’ and ‘silly’, neither of which are words I would like associated with me, as I am neither.”

Jonathan cleared his throat, then stood up from his chair, walking away from his desk to work out the fidgeting his body had started up. “I must confess that I am disappointed that Edward was not a Rogue durin’ my time as a therapist at Arkham Asylum (I’m sure he was too busy dealin’ with acne or experiencing his first kiss ta be thinking about riddle-based crimes back then). Edward has a mind that I would find pure, sheer delight in pickin’ apart and exploring and I would have jumped at the chance ta be his therapist back then. Perhaps I would have held off on usin’ my toxin on him, if only so he would be coherent enough ta share his thoughts with me. I missed out, is what I’m sayin’, and I shall curse my own bad luck fer that.

“Though this does bring me to confess a…discomfort in the fact that Edward and I share a past of childhood abuse at the hands of relatives. Vile man as I am, I do not wish that fate upon anyone, and I’m sure I would’ve been much more sympathetic toward him than the current folks at Arkham are…plus, it is a strange thought that Edward and I have more in common than just placements in the Rogue Gallery and little-to-no concern about killin’ folk (he has, after all, watched me throw bodies into the river). While I would like ta explore this further, I would understand if Edward said no. Would not entirely stop me from pryin’, but I would understand nonetheless and, perhaps, tread carefully.

“In the very least, perhaps it would enable me ta get to the bottom of Edward’s psyche. He has firm denial that he has any sort of problem - namely the Obsessive Compulsive Disorder - and this bothers me on the grounds that it feels as though he is disregarding my place as a psychologist. After all, I was not Head Professor of Psychology at Gotham State University fer no reason. As well as this, I am a fellow ‘certified nutjob’ and - while I am aware it is not smiled upon that I consider Scarecrow’s presence in my life a good thing - I can, at least, admit I have a few issues. I just will not concede with the idea that I need help. For Edward to think he doesn’t either is fine, but I would like, at least, fer him to admit he has reasons ta be recognised as ‘crazy’.”

There was a pause, then he puffed out a chuckle and smirked. “Don’t tell ‘im I said this now, but, ah…I appreciate that he makes me laugh. Nowadays, I usually get my kicks from Scarecrow’s morbid sense of humour or Harley’s shenanigans durin’ the times where she stays with me while she and the Joker are on the outs and Dr. Isley isn’t available ta take her in.” He faltered, then looked to the side. “Oh, uh…Note ta self: find a way ta contact Harley. She left some of her magazines here and they are not the kind of reading material that I enjoy. I have no interest, after all, in finding out what kind of breed of dog I would be.”

He cleared his throat. “Anyway. Yes. Edward. Annoying, but bright. Should there ever be a time where he doesn’t make me wanna slap ‘im upside the head, I would perhaps like ta invite ‘im out fer coffee ta have a chat about our interests in how the mind works, given my fascination with his own and his apparent interest in Scarecrow’s overall influence in my life. I feel that, perhaps, we might…learn from each other.”

Jonathan faltered again, then raised an index finger. “I would also like ta add that - despite Edward’s claims - any implication I might’ve made that I like Edward was purely unintentional. If he continues to say otherwise…he’s a dirty, rotten liar and y’all shouldn’t listen to him.” He coughed awkwardly and waved a hand. “Discussion over.”

#;;IC #;;Answered #long post #;;Set: Strawman On the Loose #wrongwiththisright #tw: child abuse mention