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@grumlen
ever wonder what characters do to keep busy when their player has alt-itis
well
ok
hereās a WIP shantytown of undead pirates slapped on the back of a shackled-down living asteroid thatās slowly being pulled into the maw of a giant worm-thing, because SPACE FANTASY I guess
landscape is unfinished until I can plop it on a community plot soonā¢
plot owner is Primal Echo
PECULIAR PLACES
A collection of my current open RP plots, summarized
(I've noticed interest in some of the plots I've made in Wildstar, but I haven't done a great job of compiling their lore / backstories into an easy to find format. To try and fix this I've summarized the lore of each of the locations I've completed up to this point, so hopefully they can enhance the RP experience a bit. More places to be added once I feel like being productive and finish those too)
Plot Name: The Eldan Fried Cubig Protobar Plot Owner: Grumlen Dangerpants Roleplay Hooks: space exploration, social eating, faction conflict, small groups
Nestled in the valleys of a cavernous asteroid sits a previously abandoned space station, now home to the barely-notable fast food "protobar" establishment calling itself Eldan Fried Cubig (EFC). EFC has made its name almost solely through commercials frequently airing on late night holovision slots.
The asteroid itself is home to a strange array of flora and fauna, the latter of which often seek refuge in shallow caverns and crevices; excluding the more prominent burrowing worms, who can be found dotted along the landscape as they tear through the space rock's surface. A previous ikthian presence can be noted with further exploration, though the cause of their sudden disappearance is unknown. A crystalline cavity nearby the ikthian camp reveals a subterranean living organ with clear artificial tampering, hinting that this celestial body may actually be something more. A recent rumor spread by the stations locals says the asteroid is haunted by the ghost of an old eeklu captain who was swallowed by one of the worms.
The upkeep of the station leaves something to be desired, and the denizens that frequent the location do little to maintain the trash that seems to forever accumulate in the hallways. Still, EFC does well enough to have the attention of a few Dominion and Exile pilots who are "in the know". Both factions have been granted a shoddily segregated landing platform with which to make orders (along with another opposing hangar for freelance customers), on the terms that they remain neutral during transaction... Although it's not uncommon for the more trigger happy few to give into urges every now and then. In any case, there's a trash compactor just down the hall to deal with the mess.
The station's only two functionally intact docking bays are populated by a few odd characters, but cobbled-together signs and lights point potential customers to the real action aboard the EFC fast-food ship. The presentation of the ship's interior is a good indication into the quality of the food, but the business owner, Grumlen Dangerpants, doesn't claim to be advertising anything more than food that's made fast. He also claims to be backed by Protostar, with their likeness being plastered in almost every nook and cranny, but the proof is dubious at best. Low ceilings and even lower standards limit EFC's target demographic to something less than desirable.
Plot Name: The Jabbit Hole Plot Owner: Jabbit Tooth Roleplay Hooks: slum life, low income living, underworld interaction, hiding from the law
"The Jabbithole" is a location seldom mentioned outside of a small underworld community. They say one only needs tune their matter transmitters to the right frequency to gain access, but any further information on this is a closely guarded secret. It's a place inhabited by those who are wanted by the law or unwanted by society, aimless wanderers and adventure seekers. The Jabbithole is unsurprisingly lawless, though it sees minimal conflict, seeing as the space is shared equally as a last bastion of escape from the shackles of the outside world.
The ruins and rubble tell the story of a city that once was. Stories change depending on the muse, but most agree that something clearly catastrophic happened previous to its current iteration. A dark and ethereal miasma clouds the view above, and no star chart or GPS to date has been able to pin point the location of the Jabbithole.
Visitors are first greeted by the glowing image of an AI caretaker, connected to the city through a large subterranean network of wires that stretch further than what has even yet to be explored. The central network hub is a cobble of scavenged materials set in the tunnel of a dead subway system. A collapse further ahead gives passage into a portion of the old sewer system, which in turn leads into the back alleys. Here the sparse community has set up a smattering of lowly vendors and shacks, enclosed by walls of broken buildings left in the wake of fallen space rock.
A lone draken, dressed in weathered marauder garb and going by the title "Jabbit Tooth", looks to be the main figurehead of the Jabbithole operation, and rumored to be one of the original inhabitants of the city prior. Though he's no ruler, most say he "speaks for the city". Jabbit Tooth is seldom seen outside of his occasional hologram appearance, but any newcomers to his domain will know his voice by the repeating low quality voice recording that welcomes them forward.
Plot Name: Backwash Bay Plot Owner: Beedar Reebil Roleplay Hooks: tropical setting, beach vacation, underworld interaction
With a plethora of makeshift bungalows built upon a rock face and scattered along the dried beachhead below, the outpost "Backwash Bay" is a part of its greater pirate community within the Sinkhole Sea on a distant, feral planet of Marauder space. It's mostly known (if at all) through the galaxy as a questionably affordable destination resort. Those gullible few who are swayed with the promise of an island getaway are often sorely disappointed to find a only ragtag group of pirates and thieves greeting them and their pockets with open arms.
Being in closest proximity to an industrial complex also bordering the coast, the already shallow and polluted waters often wash ashore garbage and discarded materials which the locals enthusiastically use for their own benefit. Flea markets are running almost constantly on the docks, while more inland, reluctant visitors can at least attempt to enjoy the local amenities like open bars, food vendors, and lodging.
A chua by the name Beedar Reebil, while not directly running the show, brings in a majority of the outpost's business thanks in large part to his literal underground brewing operation. Backwash Bay is usually a traveler's first destination upon arriving to the Sinkhole Sea.
((sinkhole sea community plot coming soon tm)) lol yeah rite
Ā Ā Ā Nestled between the jungles, dunes, and sea of a distant, feral planet, a ragtag group of spacers have built themselves a getaway; āBackwash Bayā. If you close your eyes and tune out theĀ overbearing Marauder presence,Ā near-constant smell of low tide, and polluted ocean waters, you justĀ might forget about all that wasted time spent getting here.
Ā Ā Next time you hear about an āaffordable beach vacationā, just stay home. Or make sure the advertisement isnāt drawn on a damn napkin.
the plot of Beedar Reebil (Dominion)
Almost a yearās worth of waning inspiration and sporadic work ethic. My mind and wallet need a break.
EldanFriedCubig ProtoBar
Grumlen Dangerpants - Entity (Dominion)
Once again a personal favorite. The amount of detail that goes into each corner and cranny is eye-tastic. I guarantee you will stay awhile to explore every inch of this spaceport.
The Jabbithole
Jabbit Tooth - Entity (Dominion)
An incredible maze of twists and turns that lead you to the slums. Filled with nooks and crannies to get lost in, a wonderful exploring plot.
tfw that coworker who's too afraid to call you a punk bitch to your face says to have a good night at the end of shift
āHas anyone even seen Emperor Myrcalusā birth certificate?? He claims heās an Eldan-Cassianāall I see is some BALONEY HOLOGRAM! whoās trying to push his peopleās ālegacyā on us!!!ā
āThese Protostar immigrants are coming into our Aurorian lands and stealing Aurorian jobs from our good citizens for lower payāthey build theirĀ FREEBOTS here to mooch off the Aurorian Dream while our hard working CITIZENS suffer!!ā
āOur Eldan-Cassian governorā LUMINAI as these people would have you sayālets his good Aurorian citizens catch a PLAGUE and helps his advisers first??? THIS IS YUGE #vaccinescauseclassism!!!!!ā
tfw you stay home sick on the wrong kind of day to play video games
Fast food employee uniform COMPLETEĀ
Thanks Protostar!
Tales of exactly what happened were murky, at best, but regardless of what had actually transpired it had a resounding effect on the inhabitants of Nexus Port 1313. One of the local Grumpel had ended up snagging a holo pic of the creature and now the ādevotedā as they had begun calling themselves had set up a shrine outside Tower Gammaās residential block. It seemed harmless at first and security had left it alone.
Lately there were reports that those who did ānot believeā were being forced to kneel before the shrine before they could return to their homes. A cause for concern among the higher-ups of the port, a security detail was detached to remove the shrine. They were pushed back as a riot broke out across the tower. Those in the Portās command center soon found themselves blocked off from the rest of the port, and from the rest of the security force, separated by Tower Gamma.
It did not take long before demands and āprotection of religious freedomsā were brought up. With little to bargain with on their end, Port authorities agreed: the shrine would stay and their faith - whatever that was - would be considered the official faith of the station. Port authorities had decided to take a hands off approach, this kind of zealot behavior would sort itself out, as it was not expected to combine well with all the colorful inhabitants of the Port. Plans began for a security personnel only access tunnel directly from Tower Delta and Tower Beta.
praise be to papa roach
Minus the few incoming Winterfest decor bits to give the space station a more pronounced Protostar presence, the EFC fast food space station is basically done!
Now including extra spooky alien exteriors, more dilapidated freighter docking ports, two fly-thru food pickup zones, an overly technical cubig pen, and a questionably efficient trash compactor.
You can check it out on Entity, Dominion side, underĀ Grumlen Dangerpants
Nexus Port 1313
My current housing project, a space station inside of an asteroid. Neutral territory. Currently completed: Noodle stand, casino, the tower skeletons. Zona Kosti on Entity if you want to check it out, see as it progresses.
i am at 110% peanutbutthurt and jellousy levels
Literal hole in the wall noodle joint.
A Study in Snell: Rednexual Healer
āPaint me like oneāa dem dere, uh... draken girlsā
(brought to you by Character Shot) youāre welcome / iām sorry
Just a lazy Grumpel friend chillinā in the dockyard ādormsā at the EFC space station.
I know I mostly post Wildstar stuff... but I logged back into GW2 to scratch an ever looming itch and now Iām stuck standing around, oogling at my crazy mesmer again
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