Just 'cause it's a desert doesn't mean it's deserted. ((Non-selective RP blog for a set of Fandomless OC's. OC's available: J, Sevens, Gears, Beats, Neon, Doll, Doc, Masked Man. Specify in the ask who you're sending it to. Current M!A: None))
SO I stopped writing on this blog about maybe 5-6 years ago, I've not kept track, because a lot of stress and depression hit really hard around the tail end of highschool, and still hit pretty bad as I entered college! I have a lot of bad stories about that experience, but to put it another way, I hadn't the energy or time to try and re-start this blog and seek out new people to write with, or new things to write about.
That said.
I'm now in a screenwriting course in college, which has been reigniting some of the fire when it comes to writing characters and storytelling, though not necessarily in the vein of RPing. The practice in writing and thinking about this sort of thing, limited though I had, certainly made it easier to get into, however. I'm not going to be posting my assignments from class to here, but I just want to say thanks, to all of you guys years ago who followed here and wrote with me back in the day. I was an awkward, autistic highschooler who probed into subjects that might've not necessarily been appropriate at the time. I definitely know I may have been irritating, annoying, or even hurtful without intending to be or noticing, which I apologize for, but I hope I can convey that my gratitude for you guys is genuine. I'm still working a lot on some social stuff, and I do mess up in some major ways here and there (don't even talk to me about relationship drama) but I view this blog as an older means of self-expression to me, and something I used to really help kinda find myself back in the day.
So, yeah, to anybody who might be reading this, thanks for sticking by. I'm down to talk with anybody, and while I'm still a bit low-energy, I'm still down to write a little bit here and there, but don't expect frequent or massive updates to things like character descriptions or the blog's appearance from here on in. At this point, I view it as a little bit of a time capsule, here, just for me.
Anyways, that's about all from me. I still have a few plans and projects planned for these OC's of mine, and I'm slowly working towards the skills and motivation I would need to execute on them until I'm satisfied with it, so stay tuned. You might see something familiar, somewhere else.))
Hey, can y’all rb this if it’s okay to send you messages asking about your ocs, cause on god I wanna interact with y’all but I am terrified of being annoying lol
((Well, it's not difficult to say that I've also been rethinking a lot of these characters with the experiences I've had in the time in-between. I am soon expecting to have more time, though, so I'm planning a bit of a comeback. Blog's going to need a total face-lift, so I need a bit to re-write some things to get ideas going, but I've also found that I continue to relate to my characters with things that I previously found, even possibly unrealistic in my own writing, that have actually occurred in my own life as a pattern. So, I guess I can draw from life a lot more.))
((also I might start streaming, just need to find a good site for it and set up all my stuff.))
((So, I love looking up characters on twitter and just finding, the horniest possible RP community. It's astounding, I wonder how the fuck that works over there.))
I love chill roleplay partners that don’t mind when you go mia for a while and totally understand that some weeks you’re just busy and some days you’re not even busy you just don’t want to deal with the world in general/don’t want to do a thing and who don’t think that just bc you haven’t talked in a week or two that means the plot is dead and who don’t need to be in daily contact with you to enjoy writing/talking/plotting with you and I love that when we finally have so time time to talk/rp we just pick up right where we left off and it’s never weird or awkward God bless u guys
i hate when muns post real life pictures of themselves. Part of my mind can’t see their muse standing alone as a real character anymore and it feels gross. If I wanted to see more about muns I’d follow non rp blogs, which I don’t
As my own personal addition to Tumblr deleting roleplay-related blogs. I can confirm that if your blog is an indie roleplay blog that has done a self promo in the last ten days. Your blog is at risk of being deleted.
A great bit of fear comes from that which must exist. That which humanity cannot avoid or dodge, the inevitabilities of human evil. Of course, it is less human evil, than it is human curiosity, which drives the science which drives the evil. Market studies that lead to capitalist expansion which leads to the many ways our entrepreneurs have slapped together to make production meet demand. The pursuit of science becomes the development of weapons, to be released upon the people either intentionally through sale or unintentionally, through the unfortunate mistakes, negligence, and perhaps, discoveries of others.
Regardless, in the universal human craving in the discovery of, or pursuit of value, the goal reaches above humanity, not from explicit evil, but from negligence. From ignorance, perhaps, which we believe can be thoroughly cured via a further dose of curiosity. Humans are endlessly curious of that which a human can be, and are intent on using themselves as the foundation of their art.
Maybe the horrors of war? Derived from an ideological conflict, or from economics? Yet this cannot wholly be blamed on market forces and core cultural differences. A war of religion, of ancestral right to land and resources, regardless stems from curiosity. What might one excavate from the land one’s ancestors claimed hundreds of years ago? For many, the question instead, is what can one excavate from oneself?
All human conflict, all human knowledge, indeed, all human evil may originate from curiosity. What happens if I do this? How do I solve one problem or another? Can I stop a fight, or gain from starting one? How would I win?
All the way down, perhaps, to and beyond, the borders of ethics. How much can pain shape a person? Is this right to do? Am I saving a life by ending one? Does one prolong pain by prolonging life, or indeed, does one ease pain by ending it?
"No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks." - Mary Shelley
"Okay, Doc, but, that's still messed up, though." Sevens was unimpressed.
The old man adjusted his glasses. "You understand, that my full potential is in the work that I do, therefore, and indeed perhaps in all progress, sacrifices must be made."
"I took down a crime family with subterfuge and assassination techniques that they taught me. You unethically cloned stem cells so you could do half a million twin-studies for your freak mutant experiments." He did not even spare the old doctor a glance from the work he was doing, as he polished a glass from the Pullman drink car they had restored. "We are not the same, and I am insulted by the comparison."
"In terms of net gain and loss, we are similar monsters indeed. I have possibly created far more life than I have ended, and though I bent it to my bidding, you have destroyed-"
"I have created more life in rescuing my brother than you ever have in your facility. Variety is the spice of life, quality over quantity. A bunch of identical twins who failed to live for even 2 months, from a test tube that I'm sure you forgot to check and maintain in the process of double-blinding, is just cruelty and waste, of life, resources, and time."
"Any scientist would kill, to have the resources I had, the sample I was able to use."
"And you did. And it wasn't worth it. I suppose the difference here is that I did, and it was. But let me make a new deal, here:" Sev leaned on the bar towards the frail old man, so the doctor could get a good look at his face through his spectacles, from the mechanized wheelchair he was sat in. "You shut up about this whole 'we're not so different, you and I' thing, and I make sure the next drink I serve you won't be your last."
He laughed at this, "You can't kill me, and you know it!"
"No, but I can stop being your bartender."
The emotion drained from the old man's face, from a smug superiority to surprise. Where he once sat upright and proper, to deliver a speech and present his debate, now, slowly and silently, he sank back into his chair. He'd come to value a nice drink as he reviewed his research, and he'd soon taken Sevens' presence and talents for granted. In fact, in his self-absorbed, obsessive pursuit for an ally onboard this train, Doc had not prepared any other topic for conversation.
He had been prepared for a debate on philosophy and ethics, on the depths of human nature and psychology, and he had been soundly defeated by a whiskey glass.
The car then fell into an extended silence, interrupted occasionally by the clinking of glasses as the hitman stored his newly-cleaned glassware and retrieved another to polish.
((New ADHD meds have actually gotten me back to writing. I just need to stretch my muscles a bit. Currently am writing a thing that will go on this blog, expect it whenever I get back to my drafts lol.))
((Been semi-involved in a writing project that's mostly just ideas. It stems from my and a few friend of mines' dissatisfaction with the state of SCP stuff.))
