Muses for RP Purposes

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[ofmusingsxandmayhem-a]

Ok, I’m not a big fan of these kinds of posts, but lately, I’m becoming more and more disheartened so I need to know if you’re out there. 

Please reblog this post if you are willing to write with ‘un-shippable’ muses. 

I’m talking about those muses who are perhaps elderly, who are married/taken and not liable to affairs, muses who are asexual/aromantic, or even just muses whose muns don’t really want to ship. 

While I’m always happy that anyone would want to write with me, sadly, over time I have realised that my older/married/ace muses are very rarely (virtually never) requested. So please share this on your blog so that people know they can throw their muses at you who are not going to wind up in ships or with smut threads. 

[whenrpmemesattack]

PSA

If you feel like your muse has been waining recently, it’s probably because of current events. 

This is a stressful period we’re all experiencing. You are not alone right now. Trying to battle the complications of real life takes energy, that energy detracts from the energy you use for roleplay.  

And this can be especially frustrating when RP is something you’re trying to use to escape from reality.

So remember to love yourself, treat yourself nicely, and not blame yourself for feeling under-motivated.   If you need to take a break from everything that’s okay.  Don’t be angry at yourself.  Do what you have to do to help yourself relax. 

[asthebirchtreefalls]

;;Last OOC post, I promise!! Having gone through and cleaned out my drafts, these are the folks with whom I have fairly long, plotted threads I’m planning to keep here, unless anyone on the list is willing/interested to move them to Discord. If I’ve forgotten anyone please just HMU and let’s talk! I’m really having to be selective here; if you haven’t made this list it’s either bc a) I’ve lost it/forgotten bc my mind is chaotic, b) we’ve been doing shorter/non plotted things that will continue here either way, c) we’ve plotted but nothing really came of it, d) we don’t chat/plot much but are still cool, e) we may have had plotted threads that I’ve just lost muse for- nothing personal, I’m 100% willing to do different things. f) you’ve already let me know you’re willing to do the discord thing.  

No one’s been excluded because I don’t like them or don’t want to write with them. If I’ve forgotten something/someone and you’re still interested in plotting/writing long threads and story arcs please feel free to hmu and let’s see what we can work out, yes? Love yall.

Folks whose long threads/plots I’m planning to continue on the dash unless they notify me otherwise:

@vyrulent

@neko-mun-rp

@folkiisms

@thetragicboysclub

@ask-ace-of-swords

Again, thanks so much for understanding while I try to figure out this new format. Love you all <3

[asthebirchtreefalls]

;;Alright, so some updates to this blog- I’ve been trying to figure out for years why tumblr RP always gets overwhelming to me after awhile of running a blog. It seems inevitable, I get to a certain point with threads/people I’m following and then I start feeling overwhelmed every time I get on and start drifting away from the blog. Then I’ll make a new one a couple months/years later. Kinda tired of doing that, especially since RP/writing is one of the things keeping me busy/occupied/stable during this time. 

I’m pretty sure this is due to my neurodivergency and the difficulty I have keeping things organized. It’s like I’ll know I have threads piling up but won’t know where they are or how much I owe because I ALSO FORGET TO DRAFT THINGS. 

ANYWAY, belabored point being, I just don’t think tumblr is very accessible for me and the way my brain works, in terms of long, plotted threads- which are my faves, and which people most anticipate replies from bc we spend so much time and effort planning them. Naturally. 

I’ve been doing plotted threads with folks on discord lately and it’s just...so much better. So much easier to keep track of things, so much easier to reply in a timely fashion. So, as much as I’m sure we’re all tired of things changing drastically, this is one I’m going to have to institute here (this will be added to my RULES page):

From now on, I’m going to ask that all long, plotted threads be done over discord. I will continue around 5 threads with partners I’ve plotted with/talk to fairly regularly on the dash, provided they are not willing to move them to discord, but 5 is about all I can really keep consistent track of without getting overloaded. 

I will continue to do RP memes, shorter/non-plotted back and forth things, more casual stuff here. The blog will be kind of my base of operations and will remain active.

I completely understand if people aren’t willing to make the switch to discord- just know that I can only plot/thread with a finite amount of people on the dash so I may have to turn some things down. I appreciate your understanding. 

I already have an idea in mind of which dash threads I’m going to keep, but this is gonna be kind of a selective process at the end of figuring out who is able to move threads. I really don’t want to have to nix ANY threads so, please, please, if we’ve plotted something and you are willing/able to move them to discord PLEASE let me know. 

Again, I really appreciate everyone understanding my accessibility needs and working with me so I can keep this a consistent creative outlet/distraction right now. Feel free to IM me whenever with any questions/concerns/puns/fanart/recipes whatever strikes your fancy. 

[asthebirchtreefalls]

;;@baublcs inspired me and im bored so here's some fem!presenting crowley

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;;so, quarantine has made focus more difficult than I anticipated lol. This likely has something to do with me doubling as a teacher...and cook...and cleaner right now. Tumblr in general is difficult for me in terms of focus/keeping threads straight, so if anyone would be willing and/or prefer to thread/write with me on discord THAT WOULD BE GREAT. Discord is much easier in terms of keeping track of threads and who replied last. I’m gonna go ahead and throw out my tag here- if you do add me, please tell me your tumblr URL so I know who you are!! 

I maaaay be selective about who I add there. Or I may not. I’m really looking for more people to write/thread with there, so please only add me if that’s an interest of yours as well. Ofc we can chat and plot too, naturally, but I’d like to do some RP interaction there as well. 

[sense8sense]

[diamondcitydarlin]

….wily old serpent…

[asthebirchtreefalls]

fairestmusesofthemall‌:

“You’re the only new face I’ve seen. I could help you try and locate him. I tend to work the most with my husband, so I sort of know what it feels like…being apart. Would you let me? Maybe that’ll clear me as a suspect.”

Margot slowly, albeit reluctantly, lowered her gun. She had known something was different when the calm, sprightly woman had approached her; this wasn’t the type of presentation she knew well, even in the most kind, optimistic, and comfortable of wastelanders. No, hers seemed to be a quality that had been lost in the war. That lack of healthy suspicion...and rotted teeth, for another. 

And then it occurred to her that the landscape surrounding them was...untouched. No scorched earth, just lush, green, East Coast foliage. Her heart caught in her throat, but she tried not to make this apparent to the stranger. 

“I’m Margot Dupont, private detective,” she introduced herself, warily. “I’m...not sure how I got here, but I have a feeling I’m not in Kansas anymore. My husband, he’s-...well, you haven’t seen an old robot in a trenchcoat milling around, have you? His name’s Nick. Don’t worry, he’s not the ‘OBJECTIVE: KILL’ type. Good with people, always has been. You’d probably be having him over for tea before you said anything about his exposed wires.” 

[asthebirchtreefalls]

closed starter for @imbicilite​

“A mother is such a terrible thing to have. Not yours, of course, dear boy. I don’t mean yours. Such a lovely, warm caretaker she is, I’m sure. But in general...can a mother do anything but shout and scold? Never once be satisfied with anything their child does? A vastly overrated family member, mothers. To truly be free, is to live without one.” 

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“I’m not saying you’re at fault. I’m saying you’re a suspect. Everyone here is until I can figure out what the hell is going on. First thing’s first. Where’s my husband? You won’t have mistaken him for anyone else, trust me.”

[asthebirchtreefalls]

;;Little shout out to my followers; I know the world is crazy right now and things are getting more surreal by the day. I want yall to know, first of all, that other parts of the world have been where we are and are coming out the other side. I’ve been in similar situations many times, having lived on the gulf coast and through numerous hurricanes that left us without food, water, electricity, etc for weeks. It WILL end. Normalcy WILL return. 

IN THE MEANTIME, please let me know what you need. In the same way I’ve made bread for my neighbors after hurricanes when there was no food supply I will absolutely be happy to throw distractions at folks. 

You want a muse? A thread? A plot? Need to chat? Need to vent? Need a commission to compensate for work hours? Let me know. This is not the time for shyness. Throw yourself at me, I will help. I am here for all of you and I have all the time in the world right now. 

We WILL be fine, but in the meantime know that I’m here for each and every one of you. We got this guys. 

Stay healthy, stay happy. Wash your hands. I love yall. 

[debbielouocean]

[asthebirchtreefalls]

One of my all-time fave Crowley looks tbh

[asthebirchtreefalls]

vyrulent·:

russian roulette starter call || 6 || @asthebirchtreefalls· ( crowley )

“I like your whole Russell Brand thing you got going,” she told the stranger. She’d watched him walk in, strutting as if he owned the place, and he’d piqued her interest almost immediately. He looked like a rather fun person to get to know. Anita could tell almost immediately that trouble was more than likely his middle name and she was all too happy to introduce herself to him. 

“Is that your real accent or is it put on to make the ladies swoon?”

“Russell bloody Brand? Really?” 

Not that this comparison hadn’t been made to him before- that, and the bloke from Maroon 5, as well as some others he wouldn’t dare repeat out of sheer disappointment and shame. Not that Crowley was fond of being compared to anyone else, but if it had to happen he would’ve preferred a Jim Morrison mention. Maybe even Lou Reed, that would be acceptable too.

But that was humans for you- always thinking of new, strange things and people in relation to that which was already familiar.   

And then she went on to question his accent. If the lady was trying to flirt, Crowley wasn’t sure he was into it. That was alright, these things could be rectified. 

“I can speak in several others, if you like. Languages too. Catalan, for one, but I’m not overly fond of the lisp.” Anyway, enough was enough. “Look, if you’re going for an interrogation you might as well buy me a drink first. Maybe your obvious attractiveness has let you skate by thus far without observing proper etiquette, but I’m afraid I’m not that easy, darling.”  

Except, of course, he was...but it was all about playing a bit of cat and mouse sometimes, after all.  

[asthebirchtreefalls]

fairestmusesofthemall‌:

@asthebirchtreefalls​ could use a brother in this time of need…

The rental wasn’t close to the majesty of his miata, but it got him to and from. This was hardly impressive, but given his and Leroy’s fractured relationship, Doc saw himself in need of reaching out to his brother by bond. In the back seat was a cooler filled with an assortment of drinks. Arthur was trying to use less alcohol, but he had brought enough to keep things interesting. “I can’t believe you agreed to this dumb idea…” He chuckled as they kept on the road. Moonlight reflected off the eerily calm ocean as it came into view. The mournful refrain of the Thompson Twins echoed from the radio and reminded him just how much he missed his state of the art stereo system and subscription radio on his sporty little car, but at least the song was a beautiful one… and one that set the mood. ‘You say I’m a dreamer, we’re two of a kind Both of us searching for some perfect world we know we’ll never find So perhaps I should leave here, yeah yeah go far away But you know that there’s no where that I’d rather be than with you here Today’ 

Arthur looked over at the passenger seat at Leroy and sighed, then quickly returned his eyes to the road. “Stargazing…a few beers. Sorry we’re doing this in the cold, but… figure we could use the sobering up since one of us might get buzzed.” He was the designated driver of course and he couldn’t afford another accident. Not with his heart barely hanging on. “…I don’t think I ever asked you what you remembered about Hatching Day. Bossy took a shine to you and Stealthy that you were the two i never asked. I can hardly remember that day. Everything is cloudy and murky… and I remember you came to us last. Seems odd… you’re almost my age. Give or take a bit… You’re not quite an old gasbag yet. Like there’s no rhyme or reason to our actual ages. We were all just hatched at different stages of life.” Turning towards their usual picnic spot near the seashore, Doc began to park the car with twists of the wheel and switching the gears. “So did you just pop out of that egg and yell Happy Birthday? I think Sneezy yelled that.” He scoffed for a moment, then smiled.

Things had been...difficult lately. Leroy wasn’t really the type to sugarcoat situations (much the opposite, usually) or try to look at anything without the due amount of severity and then some, but the thoughts brewing in him lately were darker and more hopeless than usual...two things that would have compromised his ability to do anything right by anyone. In this particular circumstance, ignoring these thoughts, burying them far beneath the rest of the clutter in his brain, downplaying everything was the best defensive action he had. 

He had to be something for everyone, right? Serve Snow and Charming. Look out for his brothers. Leave Astrid the fuck alone. In between all this, there wasn’t really room to be anything other than resilient and unaffected. Except...he figured there might be a place alone in the rental car with Doc. 

Their relationship wasn’t what Leroy would have ever characterized as functional. Maybe it was in its own way, in a way that considered constant arguments and an underlying wrestle for dominance a healthy situation. Either way, Doc had seen and knew the worst of him, there wasn’t really anything to hide in his company alone. There was something very liberating about that. So, yeah, of course he had agreed to the ‘dumb idea’. How often were they on their own to safely air grievances and deep-seated issues, after all? 

Leroy didn’t answer the question until they had parked and he’d retrieved, uncapped a beer. 

“I don’t really wanna talk about Hatching Day,” he said in a way that suggested as much as he didn’t want to talk about it, there might have indeed been a logic to doing so that he couldn’t avoid. “Yeah. I remember it. Probably one of my most vivid memories from back then. I mean, it was the start of all this shit, after all.” 

He gestured broadly to the mediocrity and disappointment that surrounded him. Alcoholism. Depression. Barely scraping by. Leroy took a resigned swig, stayed silent for a beat afterwards, then looked to his bottle of local Maine craft brew contemplatively. He would’ve been just fine with a Bud Light. 

“I wonder sometimes who Dreamy might have been here. Y’know, if I hadn’t changed. I like to think he would’ve been happy and successful. Maybe own a yacht or several by now, I don’t know.” 

[asthebirchtreefalls]

open starter

[asthebirchtreefalls]

spdcadetsandcrew‌:

“Well, I was kind of hoping to avoid it,” Charlie said cheerfully. In her work helping Dee and his reapers, killing usually wasn’t involved. “It might have to be fixed-I’ll just have to see.”

“Chances are they know about it already,” she went on. “Or at least Dee does, as he knows-well, everything. I’ll have to take care of that, make it disappear, something. With any luck it was meant to happen that way, and if it wasn’t, Dee will shift a few things around and things will be fine.” It occurred to her that he might not know she was referring to Death. Oh well.

“Are you all right, by the way?”

“Who the hell is-” 

It occurred to him before the sentence could finish exiting his mouth just who this ‘Dee’ might have been. That anyone could refer to Death himself, the Shadow of Humanity, as something so innocuous as Dee was, well-...perhaps just as amusing as it was disturbing. 

“So he’ll fix it then, will he? Because as far as I know, this...” He gestured vaguely in the area of the body. “Wasn’t meant to happen. I wasn’t given any indication, anyway. I’d try to do it myself, but...that’ll likely just make matters worse.” 

No point in explaining that resurrecting a mangled corpse wasn’t exactly something Hell looked upon favorably. Not that they’d rejoice in the accidental death, necessarily (not this one anyway), but they certainly wouldn’t have any sympathy for a demon who tried to right the situation by performing what could be seen as a miracle.    

He gawked at her following the question.

“Am I alright? You’re asking me that as we stand next to a brutally-murdered corpse?”  Crowley took one last drag of his stress cigarette before tossing it to the ground and grinding it under his heel. “No. I’m not bloody alright and I won’t be until we get this matter resolved. So, where’s your Dee, then, and what sort of tribute is he going to require to rectify this before I’m tossed into a Jacuzzi of holy water?”