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Left behind... yet again
Thank you to the people who said that they would raid with me and then picked up a random instead. It feels great to be your friends.
Triple dog dare time!
Give the mun a dare, and so long as it's not sexual or obscene, he'll do it.
Feel Free to Add Me!
Mun speaking. I added my gamertag under the name because I was hoping people who had Live would add me randomly. If you already have, please tell me.
I’m lonely half the time, and have nothing to do.
Reblog this if your muse is still developing
Not Cut Out for This
The Gatekeeper stared the sniper down. He knew it wouldn’t hurt him, his death hidden within an ascendant sword of a Swordbearer, to which there were none.
But he didn’t WANT to fight. All he wanted to do was INTIMIDATE. He growled, staring right through the gleam of the sniper scope as he moved forward toward the group, seeming about ready to cut them down.
And to be honest, if they shot at him or his fellow Hive, he just might dismember them swiftly. They deserve at least a dismemberment for harming his kind.
Deidre-5 stepped out from behind cover and decided that there had been enough waiting. She fired off all six rounds from her hand cannon at the knight, only to have them bounce away harmlessly. As she reloaded, a horde of thrall rushed past the Knight and straight toward their new target.
Deidre barely had time to fire off another bullet before the first thrall clawed its way through her chest armor. She fell backward, dropping her hand cannon, and that was the end for her.
Helena watched in horror as the thrall relentlessly tore into her partner, leaving nothing but a dimly lit ghost behind next to her body. She tried her best to hide herself, and as the thrall rushed Peter, she heard him panic and run.
How she could get out of this, she didn’t know. The Knight seemed almost invincible, and the many Hive that surrounded it would likely attack her on sight.
The bullets did just that, bounce off him without a single bit of harm. He didn’t even really feel it too much. A small little tap, maybe. He was aware he’d been shot at of course. It was enough to tell that much, plus the gunshots weren’t even close to quiet.
The thrall clawed and tore apart the other guardian, unsatisfied when they began to gnaw through the armour only to find more metal. They wanted FLESH. They wanted BONE. They turned toward the last remaining intruder, screeching.
The Gatekeeper stepped in though, speaking a command in the Hive tongue to them before the thrall backed up. Vi'Drok looked at the other, gritting his teeth and trying to think of the words. His father HAD taught him a bit of the Light’s language. English, he called it.
“Are you responsible for my kind’s blood being spilt today?” He spoke. Broken English, he thought, but it was pretty decent for someone not even that species, not even from that planet.
“Wait...” Helena-24 stammered, now more confused than ever, “you can speak my language?” The severity of the question finally reached her, and she realized that she could save herself by being honest.
At least this time...
Remembering the sidearm at her waist, she rolled over slightly to cover it from the glowing Knight’s line of sight, and answered, “No. They forced me to come down here.” It was a vain hope, but if it worked, she’d have a way out of the pit.
Not Cut Out for This
The Gatekeeper stared the sniper down. He knew it wouldn’t hurt him, his death hidden within an ascendant sword of a Swordbearer, to which there were none.
But he didn’t WANT to fight. All he wanted to do was INTIMIDATE. He growled, staring right through the gleam of the sniper scope as he moved forward toward the group, seeming about ready to cut them down.
And to be honest, if they shot at him or his fellow Hive, he just might dismember them swiftly. They deserve at least a dismemberment for harming his kind.
Deidre-5 stepped out from behind cover and decided that there had been enough waiting. She fired off all six rounds from her hand cannon at the knight, only to have them bounce away harmlessly. As she reloaded, a horde of thrall rushed past the Knight and straight toward their new target.
Deidre barely had time to fire off another bullet before the first thrall clawed its way through her chest armor. She fell backward, dropping her hand cannon, and that was the end for her.
Helena watched in horror as the thrall relentlessly tore into her partner, leaving nothing but a dimly lit ghost behind next to her body. She tried her best to hide herself, and as the thrall rushed Peter, she heard him panic and run.
How she could get out of this, she didn’t know. The Knight seemed almost invincible, and the many Hive that surrounded it would likely attack her on sight.
Your Words Have Power
I mentioned a program earlier, and here’s the notes I took:
1. Inclusive language does not discriminate against one ethnicity, gender, or sexuality. In fact, the very reason it’s inclusive is because it includes everyone without using offensive stereotypes that may drive people away.
2. To combat exclusive language, one must do so in a non-hostile way, with a relaxed posture and calm mind. Doing so while angry will likely prompt a verbal spat with the person in question.
3. It is NEVER okay to use language that another culture uses incorrectly. Doing so makes anybody from that culture feel out of place, and therefore, is not inclusive.
4. Even taking a part of their culture (cultural appropriation is close, but not quite it) is an exclusive behavior. For example, people on campus wore kimonos in spring because it was a fashion statement. However, in Japanese culture, this is a type of formal dress, and not casual wear, as these people were using it.
5. In order to train a resistant person to avoid using exclusive terms, continue reminding them whenever they use such things. Eventually, to avoid you bugging them, they will stop using said terms around you.
6. If someone is using exclusive terminology around young children, please talk to them about it. Generations to come need not learn to be like that at such an early age.
7. Understand that people come from different backgrounds and belief systems. What may seem normal to you may not be to them. “Bitch” could mean something totally different to a person raised in a household based upon respect, as compared to a person raised in one that was accustomed to foul language.
8. And last but not least, DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, make excuses for your exclusive language. “I was raised that way,” is all fine and dandy, but try to understand where the other person is coming from before you say something like that.
That is all. A big thank you to Advocacy and Education on Gender Identity and Sexuality (AEGIS), SMEA, and the Office of Multicultural Student Services/National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (OMSS/NAACP) for putting on this program.
So I Have a Program Tonight
It’s called “Your Words Have Power”, and it’s all about inclusive language and why you should use it. I’ll give highlights of the event later tonight, and maybe pictures of the presenters if they’re willing.
Ask me about my OC!
Character Creation Questions
1: Origins! How did you come up with the concept for your OC?
2: Were they originally well received by the fandom? Or if they’re fandomless, did the RP community take to them right away or was it hard to get attention?
3: Has your OC gone through different incarnations during their stay on Tumblr? Were they reimagined or have they stayed the same all this time?
4: How do you get into your OC’s mindset to write for them? How do you find the muse for them?
5: Were you nervous about putting your OC out there? How long did it take before you decided to play your OC here on Tumblr.
IC Interaction Questions
6: What is your OC’s family situation? Do they get along? Do they fight? Or are they alone?
7: What does your OC look for in a friend? Do they value friendship a lot?
8: What does your OC look for in a significant other? Are they looking at all?
9: What is your OC like when at work? Are they diligent? Slacker? Do they get along with their co-workers?
10: How do they deal with strangers?
Inside the Muse’s Mind Questions
11: Is there a place they go to in order to escape the world, the stresses of life? What’s their favourite place?
12: What scent calms them? Reminds them of home or something soothing?
13: Do they have any favourite foods? Would they eat it all the time if they had the chance? What do they hate to eat?
14: Pet peeves. Tell us what would really tick them off. Do they have a Berserk Button?
15: Does your OC have any awful fears? Do they get paralyzed with fear or can they work through their fears?
16: What are concepts they value? Virtues? What do they look down upon?
17: Do they have any guilty pleasures? They embarrassed about them? Do they flaunt them?
18: Do they have a guilty conscience? Why? Did they ever do something they totally regretted?
Miscellaneous Questions
19: Have they ever been injured? Sick? How do they deal with it?
20: What are Tropes you associate with your muse?
21: Name an embarrassing situation that your muse has been in.
22: If given a million dollars, what would your OC do?
23: Any ships for your OC?
24: Have you ever gotten anon hate because of your OC?
25: What are your plans for your muse in the future?
Not Cut Out for This
= Closed RP with @timidgatekeeper =
Helena-24 couldn’t believe Deidre-5 and Peter had dragged her into this situation on her first field assignment. As a Hive wizard who didn’t even seem harmed in the least rounded the pillar she was hiding behind, Peter yelled for her to move.
Helena didn’t need to be told twice. She ran to the other side as Peter lined up his sniper rifle at the wizard’s head. Unfortunately, the newly minted field scout fled straight into a bright red acolyte who raised its arm to cut her in half.
Just as it was about to begin its swipe, Deidre-5 came to her rescue, stunning the creature from behind. It turned around to see the new attacker, then exploded into a pile of ash. “Come on, fight back, newbie!”
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If you rp destiny and are active can you like or reblog this? I’d like more people to rp with and don’t know who’s active cause I’ve been out of the rp scene awhile
Our characters probably don’t mesh, but figured I’d reblog anyway.
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I Wish I Could Go Back To College
For those of you who have never seen the musical Avenue Q, it’s a hilarious romp through the failures and successes of the recent college graduate, Princeton.
And yet, despite all the funny songs that star throughout the show, there’s only one that resonates with me: I Wish I Could Go Back To College.
Sung by Rick Lyon, Stephanie D’Abruzzo, and John Tartaglia, it tells a story all of its own. The desire of kids to go back to the environment of college rather than face the realities of life. Academic advisors, dry erase messages on doors, and other such subjects are discussed.
One particular line stands out as my life though. You sit in the quad, and think, “Oh my god, I’m totally gonna go far!”
My thoughts were on this ideal when I started, and then everything was squashed as I failed all but one of the courses the first semester.
It was heartbreaking. Now I’m an idiot sitting in front of his computer, typing out messages to people who don’t listen, and for friends who don’t actually like me.
I choose to digress for the sake of this message: No matter how bad things get, it always ends up better somehow. It may not happen for weeks, or months, or even years. You could even be sitting in a rut for half a decade!
Things will always improve, and while they haven’t improved for me, I can promise it will eventually.
BPD symptoms to stop making fun of and recognise as what they really are:
Needing attention Outbursts of emotion (especially anger) Not getting out of bed Social withdrawal Self-destructive behaviours Being ‘clingy’ Forgetting things Getting upset about everything Bad self-care Promiscuity ‘Weird’ or ‘unusual’ triggers Needing validation
As a person who has been clinically diagnosed with this disorder, I can’t stress this enough.
So two guys walk into a bar...
Third one ducks!
*snicker* *snort*
This shape, known to some as a Möbius Strip, is really cool to me. I know it’s simple to make, but I still like it.
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