I-Like-Roleplay

[i-like-roleplay]

Humans are Wierd Tale

“The planet Txar has been on civil war since long before the Galactic Union discovered their existence. The Txarian sentient species, Ky.rroc are hermaphrodites around two hundred fifty centimeter high and a hundred thirty kilograms heavy. Their skin is even thicker than steel, almost an exoskeleton, and their musculature so strong they are able to carry twice their own weight. The first commandant to ever see one described xe as a kill machine.”

As Commandant Lou’tt spoke about my own species all I could see was fear on the eyes of the various aliens around. By pure luck my ancestors have reached the G.U. before the Kishemern. As soon as the commander called my people kill machines a tiny creature, using a spacesuit, “for safety purposes”,  raised xis hand.

- Human Gabriel, for the hundredth time. - The Commandant spoke with impatience - If you want to ask something, you can just talk. No need to wait to a officer allow you to.

- Right, Lou. - The “human” looked to xir superior - That commandant has ever been on Terra? I mean, do you really call those kill machines?

I looked into the tiny creature eyes. I could see the predator within, although it was hidden behind childish laughter, fake peace and self hatred. The thing the G.U. never found out about the Ky.rroc was how extreme are our predatory senses, barely mind reading.

- How many generations have passed since your kind last seen war, Human? - I saw the crew shaking out of fear again, but the human retributed my look, showing xis teeth, not as sharp as mine, far from threatening, but a clear challenge. - I guess your kind have outcame hunt, halfway mutated into herbivores. How you dare calling the proud Jug.dymak of the Kr.rroc not a killing machine.

- Yrillis-6, Txar is called a Death World by the Union, I’ll give you that. - The human howled that offense - A Class Two Death World. - Xis voice had no fear, xis eyes started glowing with excitement -  I am from Sol-3, Terra the only Class Six Death World that is inhibited.

“I can survive temperatures below freezing, and halfway boiling. Most poison are ineffective against my kind, and many of those that are we use for fun. We are able to mimic any species cries or languages. Humans are know for bonding with any living thing, and many non-living to. You ask how many generations we have since we last saw war? There are some happening right now, using titanium piercing ammo, incendiary cluster bombs, nuclear friction grenades

“And you wonder why ain’t I afraid of the Ky.rroc? My own body is a lethal bioweapon to your species. My breath carries microorganisms that can kill you, not to talk about those that live only inside of me, my fluids are acid to your skin. You may kill me, but my corpse alone can slay one of your cities.”

- I am a proud child of Sol-3, a son of Terra.  - Xis eyes sparkled, predatory, as no being ever was - I was named Gabriel Thanatos, names that symbolize the guardian angel and the death. As my father said, what Humanity are.

I felt then what those crew members did. Fear, an emotion I only knew throughout my prey. I fell for my knees, impotent as I understood why that monster had so much laughter, fake peace and self hatred. Xe was preventing xiself from feeling power hunger, megalomania and bloodlust.

- Always keep a Terran around, Ky.rooc Jug.dymak. - The commandment said as the human walked away to the battlefield, unplugging his suit - After all, they are hard to kill, and harder not to love after a while.

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[i-like-roleplay]

Every time i go into Tumblr, I see this. This isn’t my main blog, that one is dead, long before I ever even MADE this one, and yet I can’t answer as @i-like-roleplay. So I’ll Just make a new blog! and then i log in, thinking about erasing this... and I aways have new notes, new Reblogs.

I Wrote this so long ago. There are many gramatical and science errors. Linguistic errors. And yet, it went past one and a half thousand notes. Can you imagine yourself speaking to one and a half tousand people ate once? Let alone they actually liking what you said? How am I able to just cease this blog from existance, cease the existance of my OG teenager tumblr blog that i so desperatly wish i never had separated from this one having the knowledge that if I do I’ll never get another notification of this post that reached hights i never even thought possible?

I am abandoning this blog, I mean it was abandonned for YEARS before this because of the shameful teenager mentality “hohoho @i-like-roleplay has pride and won’t submit to change” that i carried with me to the mid-twennies. And yet, even though i will be creating another main blog, with another e-mail and everything, I cannot bring myself to delete this blog. I thank you for your notes, for the rebblogs and comments, for every laugh this may have caused to anyone that read it. Thank You for your additions and for taking inspiration in something I made. 

For all mutuals of @i-like-roleplay, maybe one day we shall meet again, under another name, you may not know it, but I will, and I appreciate you. 

For all followers I did never follow back, I Thank You for liking what I did, and apologies for not being more active with my content.

For every Tumblr.com user that may come in contact with this without ever even knowing me, I hope you liked my writing and thank you for reading to the end.

From one proud child of Sol-3 (as MANY of you corrected me along the years) to another, Thank You, and Goodbye!

[maxbetta-deactivated20220222]

Dear Fanfic writers, I don’t care.

I don’t care if you’ve never written before or if you’ve written hundreds of fics.

I don’t care if your fic is 100 chapters or just one.

I don’t care if there’s too much dialogue, or not enough.

I don’t care if your character drinks “a hot cup of coffee” or “a steaming well of carefully brewed fair trade Ethiopian single origin organic beans, contained in an antique blue willow cup with one tiny chip on the edge and mild cracking in the glaze.”

I don’t care if you use the same pronoun over and over or if you use the word “persnickety” eleven times over the course of ten pages.

I don’t care if your historical references are accurate, or if the characters speak in a way that doesn’t fit their environment.

I don’t care if your romantic pairing makes love on a bed of roses at sunset or if they bang up against the wall in a changing room at Walmart.

I don’t care if your stories are nothing but fluff, or nothing but smut.

I am going to read your fics, and I am going to enjoy the hell out of them. So please keep writing, and ignore comments from assholes. We, the readers, love you.

Reblog if you agree!

[titaniafairyqueen-jonsa-deactiv]

Yep! X

[amymel86]

Well now I want to work the word ‘persnickety’ in to a fic….

[sailor-arashi]

Balloon breasts are canon in Fate. Just look at passionlip

I think you’re mistaking my point. It’s not the size that makes Raikou ridiculous, it’s the shape.

So, sure, let’s look at Passionlip:

So, yeah, those are beyond huge, but they’re not drawn badly. They behave realistically for given values of realistic that include walking around on giant claws like a moe crab. They have weight to them, they’ve made her posture hunched forward, and they sag. They’re practically sitting in her lap. They only get a little weird in her other costumes which don’t have much in the way of visual support to hold them up. Still, if characters with giant breasts must exist, you could do far worse than Passionlip’s model. Speaking of which...

Let’s look at Raikou:

Those aren’t breasts. Someone has stapled two balloons to her chest. There is no way those hovering orbs are actually part of her anatomy. None of the rest of her body lines lead into them at all. That’s the difference between “big breasts” and “balloon breasts”.

[tainbocuailnge]

the funniest and also most fascinating thing about cu and medb is that cu does not hate medb. he doesn’t exactly like her but despite the shit she put him through both directly and indirectly he doesn’t hate her, because thanks to his weird sense of morality things like “invaded your country for the pettiest reason possible" and “responsible for the deaths of a very large amount of your friends and countrymen” just aren’t a reason to hate someone as far as he’s concerned.

and this pisses medb off so fucking much.

if there’s anything that pisses medb the fuck off it’s people being neutral towards her. 

if someone loves her she can use that to control them. if someone hates her she can also use that to control them. what the hell is she gonna do with someone who just doesn’t care about her? how do you control someone who doesn’t even pay attention to you?

being loved is ideal. being hated is acceptable. being ignored, however, is unforgivable.

now, if it was just a random citizen she could have let it pass, but she waged war against this man for months. she actively tried to have him killed more times than anyone can count. and yet, when they met face to face as enemies, her on her knees in the mud with nothing to defend herself with, he didn’t kill her. he just let her go.

he didn’t want her dead, and he didn’t want her, and it was the worst thing that ever happened to her.

so, she gets obsessed with this guy. she becomes determined to get him to love her, or at the very least get him to hate her. she ruins his god damn life. she pumps him full of grail mud and makes him hate himself more than anything in this world and reduces the man who singlehandedly fought back her entire armies for months on end to someone who does whatever she wants whenever she wants it. it’s both a plot to get him to fall in love by making him completely emotionally dependent on her, and a punishment for not loving her sooner.

but he still doesn’t love her.

this she could potentially live with.

he also still doesn’t hate her.

this is unacceptable. 

it is so unacceptable that it doesn’t even register with her that he doesn’t. he’s completely unresponsive to her outside of orders to destroy, but if after all this he stil doesn’t hate her then he has to love her, because those are the only two options. praise that she tells him to give is taken as proof that she succeeded. medb dies content in the knowledge that she made her greatest enemy fall for her in the end only for cu to complain about how annoying her advances were the moment she’s gone.

the united states of america and all of human history with it was very nearly destroyed simply because medb could not accept someone not having any particular opinion of her.

[raionmimi]

The way you draw Medb makes me really happy. She looks so soft and cute

The duality of drawing Medb is that I love to draw her as both a shoujo antagonist that’s more likable and goes through more character growth than the protag, but also a gremlin. I’m glad that she makes you happy!!

[makyo]

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[tower-of-avalon]

Bad summer designs

Because some of these are just bad looking, and some have nothing to do with summer/beach/ocean

Yeah these arent swim suits, they’re borderline fetish pandering (well the maid one is)

Just no…. what was the process of thought for this???

Weird fetish again. Also why is she wearing a rubix cube in her hair. There’s way too much in the 3rd ascension and it just looks like a hot mess

This kind of look pretty. But it reminds me more of santa lily jalter and not anything to do with summer. Looks kind of like a magical girl, just doesnt fit in with the summer theme

Again, looks closer to fetish art than actual summer or beach wear. But I guess giving her tan is enough for DW

WHY ARE YOU WEARING KNITWEAR TO THE BEACH???

[k----k]

[rhymi-chan]

thot queen 

[sheiworks]

I wanted to draw FGO girls in casual fashion for fun~ I’ll start with Japanese servants so our favorite sweet-loving banana oni is 1st

[otherwindow]

This is how the golden age of piracy ended.

[otherwindow]

The first mermaid to get tattoos :)

[dragonsateyourtoast]

“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”

“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.

“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”

“i know.”

x

“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”

her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.

“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.

“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.

x

“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”

“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”

she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.

x

“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.

“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”

she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.

“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”

x

her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”

the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.

“why not?” the mermaid asks.

“he’ll win,” the first mate says.

the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.

x

the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.

“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”

x

the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.

“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”

they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.

she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.

the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.

x

she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.

x

“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.

she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.

“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”

the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time.

“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.

“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.

“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”

“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”

“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”

“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”

x

the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.

“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.

the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.

“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”

“and now?”

“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”

the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

[redporkpadthai]

She protects her family.

[dragonsateyourtoast]

Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817

That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!

[the-mighty-upside-down-pyramid]

I will continue to call The Creature “Frankenstein” and no force in Heaven or Earth will impede that.

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

I also laughed at him totally deliberately calling attention to the fact Victor isn’t a real doctor because he dropped out of college and built a guy out of corpses

[neonthebright]

He punched the lycanthropy right out of wolfman

[wackd-archive]

did he just throw ygor out a window

[shoggoth-the-bitch]

This comic is amazing

[i-like-roleplay]

Humans are Wierd Tale

“The planet Txar has been on civil war since long before the Galactic Union discovered their existence. The Txarian sentient species, Ky.rroc are hermaphrodites around two hundred fifty centimeter high and a hundred thirty kilograms heavy. Their skin is even thicker than steel, almost an exoskeleton, and their musculature so strong they are able to carry twice their own weight. The first commandant to ever see one described xe as a kill machine.”

As Commandant Lou’tt spoke about my own species all I could see was fear on the eyes of the various aliens around. By pure luck my ancestors have reached the G.U. before the Kishemern. As soon as the commander called my people kill machines a tiny creature, using a spacesuit, “for safety purposes”,  raised xis hand.

- Human Gabriel, for the hundredth time. - The Commandant spoke with impatience - If you want to ask something, you can just talk. No need to wait to a officer allow you to.

- Right, Lou. - The “human” looked to xir superior - That commandant has ever been on Terra? I mean, do you really call those kill machines?

I looked into the tiny creature eyes. I could see the predator within, although it was hidden behind childish laughter, fake peace and self hatred. The thing the G.U. never found out about the Ky.rroc was how extreme are our predatory senses, barely mind reading.

- How many generations have passed since your kind last seen war, Human? - I saw the crew shaking out of fear again, but the human retributed my look, showing xis teeth, not as sharp as mine, far from threatening, but a clear challenge. - I guess your kind have outcame hunt, halfway mutated into herbivores. How you dare calling the proud Jug.dymak of the Kr.rroc not a killing machine.

- Yrillis-6, Txar is called a Death World by the Union, I’ll give you that. - The human howled that offense - A Class Two Death World. - Xis voice had no fear, xis eyes started glowing with excitement -  I am from Sol-3, Terra the only Class Six Death World that is inhibited.

“I can survive temperatures below freezing, and halfway boiling. Most poison are ineffective against my kind, and many of those that are we use for fun. We are able to mimic any species cries or languages. Humans are know for bonding with any living thing, and many non-living to. You ask how many generations we have since we last saw war? There are some happening right now, using titanium piercing ammo, incendiary cluster bombs, nuclear friction grenades

“And you wonder why ain’t I afraid of the Ky.rroc? My own body is a lethal bioweapon to your species. My breath carries microorganisms that can kill you, not to talk about those that live only inside of me, my fluids are acid to your skin. You may kill me, but my corpse alone can slay one of your cities.”

- I am a proud child of Sol-3, a son of Terra.  - Xis eyes sparkled, predatory, as no being ever was - I was named Gabriel Thanatos, names that symbolize the guardian angel and the death. As my father said, what Humanity are.

I felt then what those crew members did. Fear, an emotion I only knew throughout my prey. I fell for my knees, impotent as I understood why that monster had so much laughter, fake peace and self hatred. Xe was preventing xiself from feeling power hunger, megalomania and bloodlust.

- Always keep a Terran around, Ky.rooc Jug.dymak. - The commandment said as the human walked away to the battlefield, unplugging his suit - After all, they are hard to kill, and harder not to love after a while.

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[i-like-roleplay]

A sentient species from a planet called Txir They are the Kr.rroc, carnivorous repitillians with, on average, between 250 cm and 280 cm They have an average weight of around 200 kg They have two types of scales, the main ones with an absolute hardness of 1800 Mohs, and an average thickness of 4 cm that cover most of their bodies and are thermo-insulating and hydrophobic and the secondary ones, more fragile with only 1.5 cm of thickness and absolute hardness. 1000 Mohs, however, partially osmosis in water, helping Kr.rroc to expel salts and toxins and allowing them to perform underwater breathing, although inefficient for long periods The Kr.rroc muscles are very strong, so much so that males are often able to lift twice their own weight The species have semi-metallic bones with absolute hardness 1950 Mohs, as well as good elasticity Natural weapons of this species include 15 cm retractable claws on each of the 4 fingers of each hand, made of the same material as their bones, a pair of bony spines on each forearm, the closest being the thinnest and longest hand with 25 cm long and 3 cm in base diameter while the other at your elbow is 15 cm wide and 5 cm in base. Although the bone dorsal spines are not in themselves a natural weapon, the spines along the muscular tail, which has the same length as the Kr.rroc's body, can be quite dangerous, even disregarding the fact that the last tail vertebra extends in a triad of bone stingers, one longer main and two shorter support, which extend out of the skin and scales. Kr.rroc can live in different climates and biomes, but they develop better, mainly in size and muscle mass, in arid and hot deserts like their home planet, although several natives of a colony on the swampy planet Gey-Almex have developed to the maximum size of the species, in addition to having membranes between the fingers and toes and between the spines of the tail Kr.rroc are exclusively carnivorous and predatorial, and can spend up to 5 days (Terran) without eating. Their main scales, however, do not offer much camouflage, varying between shades of red, orange and yellow and are, despite being extremely tough and extremely light, having an adult male only about two kilos, while the secondary scales, on the forehead of their necks , around the groin and in the suvacos varies between dark blue and moss green. Despite having good relations with the Republic, the Kr.rroc are naturally very aggressive given their history of civil and interplanetary wars. Its governmental system is Monarchical Hereditary, however it resembles more a Pack, where anyone can challenge the leader to a fair fight and, in case of victory take his place. Despite having a very military culture, this species is very connected with spirituality and religiosity. Their religion is made up of three deities, Jyn-Hoiam the Hunter; Tuom-Kryss the Knight; and Shem-Rex the Creator.