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The Character Wardrobe Meme
Send a number to my ask box along with a character of your choice, and I’ll draw up the ensuing ensemble! (If the character chosen wouldn’t wear the option given… go ahead and sub in something else!)
DRAW YOUR CHARACTER WEARING…
Underwear
Casual clothes
Work uniform
Night clothes
Swimwear
Formal gala garb
Lounging, lazy-time stuff
A party outfit
Date night threads
Something outdoorsy
Interview outfit
Tourist/travel wear
A costume!
Their sick day scrubs
Summer clothes
Winter clothes
Um, spring clothes?
Why not - fall clothes!
Workout wear
Last minute throw-ons
The most expensive thing they own
A fig leaf
Feel free to add, subtract, or alter as you please to fit your character bunch!
Gavin stilled in his frantic walk to get out of the area, moving almost inhumanly fast to grab Pip and slam them against the wall. "i-i-m n-n-n-not gonna c-chase y-you, g-g-g-gavin!!" He mocked, snarling. "what, you mean like i did when you fucking dropped off the fucking planet for months?!" Oof. "fuck. you. you weren't a fucking cocksleeve!" he let them go, hands flying up to grip his hair tightly. "I LOVED YOU!!" He screamed so hard his voice sounded hoarse. "and you fucking left me?! just like every other fucking person in my life, you fucking LEFT!!" He's bawling now, face bright red. "so y-yeah. don't fucking chase me. do me a goddamn favor and get as far a-fucking-way from me as you can possibly fucking get, and then some." He dissolves into sobs, not leaving anything to chance, not letting them get a word in before he's running from the room, trailing hushed sobs.
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They scowled, gritting their teeth to bite back their own tears. They'd left him tapes, recordings, reasonings and warnings when they had left. They had explained plenty, and yet he didn't seem to pay any attention to that. Their LED stayed a blinking red as their stress levels amped up to a steady 57%, their face contorting weirdly as they tried to figure out how to process everything.
Nothing registered properly, nothing even stuck with them. They felt physically hurt and almost incapable of moving their own limbs from the amount of emotions that racked their slight frame.
He was the one who had gone out of his way to bother them, right? To try and grab their attention, right? All he ever used them for was sex, that felt like it was all he ever wanted them for.
They took in a breath, shaking their head before sharply turning on their heel. 'No', they thought, 'I'm not letting him win this time. I'm done trying to fight for his attention.' And then they stopped dead in their tracks, they never really had to fight for it, all they had to do was ask. Even that seemed to be too much for both of them, though, and it almost made them consider walking off without another word to him.
Almost.
They couldn't move, they froze up and stared blankly ahead while their mind raced in its almost fruitless efforts to catch back up.
Gradually, and who knew how much time had passed, they saw their feet moving in a hurried pace the direction they remembered Gavin heading. Heavyset dissociation keeping their mind from fully, lucidly controlling the direction their body went, they had to trust whatever innate gut instincts they had hardwired into their circuitry.
a little cream-coloured vase with a few roses and a single sunflower within it sat upon the counter next to the fridge. an envelope with “For you. - N” written on it was taped to it. there was a card inside said envelope and if one were to read it they'd find that it says “You are my everything.” once they open it up.
They had to restrain themself from squealing with delight, their face flushing a light blue that graced over the tips of their ears. They didn't know quite how to respond other than setting to work on cutting out almost a million little paper hearts to toss around the house, leading a path to their room.
They were excited to greet him when he returned home.
another sticky note, this time on the cabinet above the kitchen sink. it was a little cluster of hearts.
They had gone to wash their hands after cooking another batch of meals they were going to donate to a few of the shelters nearby, and could barely contain themself long enough to get the bits of raw meat off their hands.
They hadn't completely dried their hands before they snatched the note from the cabinet, their regulator pounding wildly in their chest as they spin around with it in their hands.
"I love him so much," they say, softly, to nobody in particular.
a single sticky note was on the fridge: a perfectly drawn heart, followed by “- N”.
A soft giggle bubbled up in their chest, their pupils dilating ever so slightly just to fully memorize the sight. Once they finally managed to calm down the lovesick feeling in their chest, they folded it gently and put it in their pocket.
D?
D: DATE. What is your muse’s ideal date? Where/ who with/ etc?
(Okay, as the mun, I can say that they have never really thought on it that much, but when they eventually do it's usually on a date to a performance of some kind. I know, personally, that there's a lot of places that have open air venues with live performances in busier areas that play so loud you can hear them for quite a while.)
(Ideally, Pip would love to go to an area like that, and dance the night away while watching a light/fountain show or something. As for who, if they're single they usually catch themself thinking a lot about that cute gardener android they saw at the park the other day, or the handsome androids at the amusement park down the street, but if not then they just want to be with their S/O and spend as much time with them as possible.)
(Watching the stars out in the country is also a big thing they never knew they wanted too, considering they're so used to city life.)
Y?
Y: YOURS. Does your muse get protective easily?
(In a word? Yes. They do, but at the same time they're very guarded about it since it never works out well for them most of the time. Plus, they trust that whoever is the subject of said protectiveness is capable enough to; defend themselves, make smart choices, etc.)
( * VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET !
send some letters to find out more about my muse !
A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?
B : BOUQUET. does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?
C : CHOCOLATE. does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?
D : DATE. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?
E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?
F : FLIRT. is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?
G : GIFT. is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?
H : HEART. is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?
I : I LOVE YOU. does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?
J : JEALOUSY. does your muse get jealous in a relationship?
K : KISS. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?
L : LOVE. who does your muse love?
M : MOONLIGHT. what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?
N : NAUGHTY. what is your muse like in bed?
O : ODE. does your muse have a way with words?
P : PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?
Q : QUESTION. would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?
R : ROMANCE. is your muse a romantic or a cynic?
S : SWEETHEART. did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?
T : TRUE LOVE. does your muse believe in true love?
U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken?
V : VALENTINE. how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?
W : WEDDING. would your muse get married? why / why not?
X : XOXO. does your muse use / like pet names?
Y : YOURS. does your muse get protective easily?
Z : ZZZ. how many people has your muse slept with?
Gavin avoided the question, curling his lip up in disgust. "fuck off, pipsqueak. go back to the fucking junkyard." He walked away, shoulders drawn up.
They took in a breath, steadying themself before talking as evenly as possible.
"I-I am not going to ch-chase after y-you, I h-h-hope you know that. I shouldn't have to keep r-running after you w-when you don't w-want me for a-a-anything more th-than a cocksleeve."
Their voice was wavering near the end, slight disdain dripping off of the final words. They meant it, they weren't going to chase after Gavin when that's all they had been doing with him. Their fingers were twitching, steely grey eyes staring after him, unreadable.
"fuck. you."
They grimaced a little at the harsh avowel, but an eyebrow raised itself in confusion.
"W-w-what i-is this a-about n-n-n-now, detective R-Reed?"
They didn't quite make eye contact with him, their eyes seemingly fixed on a point just above his eyebrows; nor were they going to call him Gavin, it would feel too wrong to after everything.
"Aren't you a rickety piece of plastic? What kinda phcking hole did you crawl out of to look so bad?" -@phckxff // I hope this is okay, I adore Pip
There they were, standing outside of the detective's door, drenched from the relentless onslaught of rain that was coming sideways at them. They shivered, although they weren't sure why, and gazed at him with slightly glazed over eyes.
"I-I-I, uh- well I-I uhm-"
They rubbed at their arms, mud caking their fingers and shoes, dirt and grime covered their face. They were in rough shape, it had been a while since they had been able to clean themself up, or even get a proper refill of thirium. They looked on the verge of passing out.
"H-Help me, p-p-please? C-Can I-I-I-?" They cut themself off, gesturing vaguely at the door behind him.
@phckxff
A short snort was what Pip was met with at first. Gavin was supremely unimpressed with this supposed display of vulnerability, especially after the rebellion that had occurred a few months ago. But fuck it, he was feeling charitable.
Gavin made a sweeping motion with his arm as he pushed the door open with his back, "Why the phck not? Welcome to my humble abode, toaster."
Once sufficiently satisfied that they were in the house, Gavin shut the door with a click, resting bastard face coming in full swing as he appraised their condition silently. "You look like shit."
They hadn't expected him to allow them entrance, their heart fluttering like a caged bird as they tried not to dart out the window and back into the streets. Everything in them was screaming at them to run, to get out of view of this strange man and his harsh glare.
A harsh gulp, a reflex they had been programmed with.
"I-I-I- I j-," their left arm spasmed, the motion jolting them slightly into a deeper panic, their LED going from a steady, blinking yellow, to rapidly flashing between red and yellow.
"Thirium-," they managed to choke out, their right hand gripping their left forearm. Pip's eyes darted around the room, almost involuntarily, as they tried to come to grips with the slippery slope they had found themself on.
"Aren't you a rickety piece of plastic? What kinda phcking hole did you crawl out of to look so bad?" -@phckxff // I hope this is okay, I adore Pip
There they were, standing outside of the detective's door, drenched from the relentless onslaught of rain that was coming sideways at them. They shivered, although they weren't sure why, and gazed at him with slightly glazed over eyes.
"I-I-I, uh- well I-I uhm-"
They rubbed at their arms, mud caking their fingers and shoes, dirt and grime covered their face. They were in rough shape, it had been a while since they had been able to clean themself up, or even get a proper refill of thirium. They looked on the verge of passing out.
"H-Help me, p-p-please? C-Can I-I-I-?" They cut themself off, gesturing vaguely at the door behind him.
@phckxff
oh, yeah, there’s a lot of things i would love to say to you…
‘ f u c k y o u ‘ comes to mind
everything is g r e y
their hair
their smoke
their dreams
and now they’re so devoid of color
they don’t know what it means
You can’t stand the fact I am no longer weeping mourning waiting for you
You can’t stand the fact I have moved on WHY CAN’T YOU JUST BE HAPPY FOR ME?
How to Not Be a Sh***y RPer:
A Salty, Honest, and Tired Guide
Do not send hostile or negative anons. It doesn’t matter what it is about, this isn’t the way to handle it. If you want to send hate? Don’t. If you saw someone write a PSA that doesn’t touch perfectly on every note you personally think it should? Don’t send the anon. Talk to them off anon, or write your own PSA. Anonymous negativity/hostility will never end well, so just don’t do it. Your message will probably come off as much harsher than it is meant to; it is not the responsibility of the person receiving anon hate to decide you didn’t mean to upset them.
Remember to be a decent person. If you aren’t someone who plays well with others, then first off, seriously consider what you’re doing in an RP community. Writing fanfiction may be a better way to go, because RPing requires the ability to communicate desires to other people. You need to be able to hold a friendly, direct conversation with your writing partners. If you can’t do that, and aren’t willing to learn how to work with your situation in order to do that? RP may not be for you. This doesn’t mean you have to instantly start having long, in-depth conversations with near strangers, but you do need to be able to do the very basics. In other words, if someone comes and says hello to you, you should be able to respond to that in a friendly, polite way and then, as appropriate, communicate your needs to them, whatever they may be.
Communication is key. Don’t want to talk OOC today? Cool! Tell people that in a friendly way – better to do it on the dash rather than to respond to someone’s IM greeting with a surly growl. Communicate your needs and desires in a way that is honest, direct, and respectful to yourself as well as to other people. Don’t try to punish anyone, or make anyone feel bad, for you not being able to interact today. It’s okay to have off days, you do not need to justify yourself for those – but you do need to be respectful as you let people know that today, you’re not doing the thing so well.
Don’t post or reblog things that are intended to guilt trip people, or to coerce them into a particular course of action they might otherwise not have taken. Communicating your desires does not mean demanding others obey them. Don’t tell your followers they’re bad people for not agreeing with you on a particular pet topic. Remember that there is always a difference between offering to educate someone on a particular topic and attempting to coerce them, and that difference is everything.
Respect other people and respect yourself. Remember that not every post is about you. Not every PSA is about you. Just because you might be a person with Thing X doesn’t mean that the person you want to take something out on is neurotypical, or has no issues whatsoever. You aren’t the only person in the world with a different state of development, with mental illness, trauma, differing worldviews, experiences, et cetera. Remember that, because it is incredibly important. It is easy to feel like the moral center of the world, but impossible to actually be. Sometimes, remembering this needs to be a conscious choice.
Tag NSFW and triggering content. If you think it might fuck up someone’s day? Tag that shit. This always applies to graphics, but should also apply to the written word. It’s not edgy or cool to not tag things. Tag adult situations. Tag sexual assault mentions. Tag pictures that seem likely to trigger someone’s phobia. Tag questionable things, like choking, because that can be an extremely intense trigger for some people, so if you want to reblog a picture of someone being choked, tag it. Writing a graphic choking scene? Tag it. It takes you half a second to write the tag, so just do it. Tagging might seem like a chore, but the better job you do at tagging to respect and protect your community, the happier everyone in that community – yourself included – can be. You don’t need to tag every single thing, like lipstick or battery or whatever, but if it is reasonable to expect the content to prove triggering or upsetting to someone, just do the thing.
Don’t lie about your age. I’ve seen people do this in both directions. It’s not cool. You don’t have to tell someone how old you actually are, but for fuck’s sake, if you’re a minor? Tell them you’re a minor. You don’t need to say I’m seventeen, but please, please, please, let adult RPers know you are underage and cannot legally write erotic content with them.
Don’t make unreasonable demands on someone’s time. If you want to build a meaningful RP relationship, you’re going to need to put time into it, but you also need to respect that both you and the other mun may have a lot going on irl, and thus may not be able to spend all the time you want on Tumblr. A respected, balanced real life will make for a much happier, more consistent RP experience in most cases. It’s a hell of a lot of fun to get fast replies, but not everyone can do that, especially not all the time. If someone is slow, go ahead and ask them if they are still interested in the thread if you feel it has been a reasonably long time since they’ve replied, but don’t ask them more than once. They may be stressing about stuff in the real world, and getting stress when it comes to their hobby may prove to be just too much, even if they know you mean well. Don’t try to force character engagement when they aren’t offering it. Basically…
Consider RPing to be an intimate relationship. This doesn’t mean a sexual one. Intimacy isn’t always sexual. But what this all boils down to is that our community is based on creative cooperation and intense interaction of a deeply personal nature. That’s intimate. We need to be respectful of the people we interact with. When you want a thread, don’t just sigh and moan and posture and hope someone gives it to you, but go to the partners you want to write it with and tell them you’d really love to do this thing with them. Be kind. Be respectful. Try to actively care about the people you write with. Treat them like people, not toys. No one is disposable. Don’t treat their time, talents, and character as just a way to get smut unless you know they’re comfortable with just essentially being a content provider rather than a partner. It’s an important distinction.
Be excellent to each other. This one, I think, needs no explanation.
So what this all boils down to is: be honest, be kind, be respectful. Your way of doing and interpreting those things may be different from someone else’s, but as long as you’re doing your best and are communicating as effectively as you can about it, you’re golden.
Notice how none of these are about graphics, themes, writing style, length of reply, et cetera? Good. That’s intentional. There are dozens of RP styles and preferences out there, but the one thing that absolutely stands as true in any RP clique or group is the fact that if we don’t treat each other well, the RP experience will not be as satisfying, and the RP community will be all the poorer. Manners are necessary. Some attempt at class is necessary.
I’ve been the awful RP partner, the shitty person, the intolerant asshole; trust me, I know the difference it makes when one consciously makes themselves be decent and good. Appreciate your fellow writers, respect their time, respect their creativity, and don’t try to force them to bend for you, because they may have been forced to bend too many times, and this could be the demand that finally breaks them. Love people, share the hobby, enjoy each other.