𝚂𝙸𝙶𝚈𝙽 / 𝙵𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

𝙶𝙾𝙳𝙳𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝙵 ⋰ 𝙵𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

[forgedasset-a]

                      ❝ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊?❞

                                                ❝𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃.❞

𝙼𝙲𝚄 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂 & 𝙱𝚄𝙲𝙺𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚂.

[justrpmemesandmusings]

Send a # and my muse will talk about the mun

What drink did the mun have last?

Does your mun drink too much?

What do you think about your mun’s significant other or their crush?

What do you think about your mun’s friends?

What do you think about your mun’s shopping habits?

Is your mun a nice person?

Do you like your mun?

What’s your favorite thing about your mun?

What’s your least favorite thing about your mun?

Do you get jealous if your mun has other muses?

What do you think of your mun’s style?

What do you think about your mun’s music?

What do you think about your mun’s favorite TV show?

Do you think your mun would survive a zombie apocalypse?

What was the last thing your mun lied about?

What’s your mun’s favorite thread?

What do you think of your mun’s family?

What was the last movie your mun watched and did you like it?

What do you think about your mun’s sense of humor?

What is something you think your mun could change about themselves?

[vaememes]

SEND A HEART FOR A SPECIFIC KISS.

Send ❤️ for a romantic kiss. Send 💝 for a plationic kiss. Send 💞 for a awkward kiss. Send 💓 for a heated kiss. Send 💟 for a delicate kiss. Send 💔 for a interrupted kiss. Send 💘 for a static shock kiss. Send 💗 for a repetitive lip peck kiss.

[ruinosusangelus]

Tumblr Roleplay ; what the hell happened?

No seriously? What happened? I’ve roleplayed on tumblr for close to six years now. That’s right, I remember the days of giant gifs, zero-formatting to your posts and THE most basic layouts in a theme ever known to man. Container themes were a distant dream (or curse lmao) and duplicates / AUs / hilarious OC’s and the like all lived in harmony. 

You played a villain? AWESOME. You played a hero? AWESOME. Your content was 18+? YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO TELL ANYBODY CAUSE NO ONE CARED. You liked your eggs with a side order of SMUT? FUCK YEA.  You didn’t wanna smut? THAT FINE TOO, FAM. A ship was literally just a ship and not a fucking marriage? LOL YEA You didn’t wanna ship with that guy ‘bob’? HE’S FINE WITH IT! Your writing was a mixture of *—* and crack? YEA WHATEVS FAM, ROCK IT. Outside of rping you have a real life and could take weeks off at a time without people hounding you for replies? DAT COOL FAM - IT’S A HOBBY AFTERALL. 

Honestly - RPing was literally a hobby. We all wrote our terrible fanfics and nobodies male character had a dick smaller than ten inches because y’know, it was YOUR world and you made it perfect for yourself. Conflict was so rare. People were much nicer.

BUT NOW.

whoa

what happened? like for realsies? what

So; I run multiple blogs - I do this because I love multiple characters. Lately, I have seen people actually complain about doing this. Like, WHY????? It’s none of your business???

I’ve seen people moaning about muns playing white, cis characters over minorities???? WHY???? again, none of your business - there is no sexist, racist, homophobic etc agenda behind the character somebody plays lmao - you are CLUTCHING AT STRAWWWSSSS

People have been THROWING around the terms ‘problematic’ and ‘toxic’ lately like they’re a hot fucking pair of potatoes. You’re problematic if you want to roleplay darker themes ???? last time I checked authors wrote that sorta shit all the time. People get mad about what is and isn’t tagged. People get mad at people for getting mad over what is and isn’t tagged. 

People LITERALLY harass one another - like, they bombard each other with shitty messages or IN MY CASE - they message their followers trying to stir up shit.

YOU GUYS - WHEN DID IT BECOME SO SERIOUS????

WE’RE LITERALLY A BUNCH OF TWENTY-SOMETHINGS PRETENDING TO BE OUR WAIFU’S ONLINE. CHILL THE FUCK OUT. HAVE SOME FUN. 

SWEET HOLY PRECIOUS BABY JESUS.

Y’ALL NEED TO CHILL.

WRITE YOUR FAVOURITE SHIT - UNFOLLOW PEOPLE WHO BUG YOU - JUST HAVE SOME DAMN FUN

am i crazy or something for just wanting everyone to chill and have fun????? i have literally no bad blood with anybody over anything; i just want everyone to enjoy what they do

hah tumblr rp lmao

we’re a buncha losers

[northernstaar]

madasateacup:

The sides of his lips twitched upwards in a slight smile. “Rest assured, Your Highness. I am interested in what you are offering.” He stated in a gravelly tone before clearing his throat. Unbidden, the image of him placing a hand over hers came to his mind. Rumple had not the foggiest idea in hell why that came to him. But he shook it off.

“I am willing that you might see Mjolnir before we begin. And the moment I have acquired this skill to a level we are mutually pleased with, you may have it.” Rumplestiltskin turned slightly away from her, summoning the magical trinket into his hands.

Rumplestiltskin felt the weight of it not entirely unpleasantly. It was a heavy trinket, but one with great power. Rumplestiltskin had attempted once to use it to find his son, it hadn’t worked out. At the end of the attempt, it became all too clear that the only way he would see his son again was through the Dark Curse.

And so Rumplestiltskin had allowed Regina to cast it.

It had wounded him severely to find that Belle was no longer living. He’d found out right before the curse took over, calling upon every magic he knew that could find her. It hadn’t.

Rumplestiltskin hadn’t let himself grieve up until then; it had to have been a trick from the queen. And yet, it appeared to be true. Belle was dead. And it was all his fault. He’d choked back a sob, just thinking about it.

This was neither the time nor the place for his grief, however.

“Do we have a deal, Your Highness?” He asked, breaking himself from his thoughts to ask the question on both their minds.

The amount of time that had stretched between their knowledge of the other, had become irrelevant to Sigyn. Moments before, she could’ve counted down to the second of how long they knew each other but now, she felt as though no time was more relevant than watching what she assumed was pain fleet across the man’s eyes. It took everything within her to halt her impulse to comfort him; to stop herself from reaching out and placing her fingers on his face and aiming his eyes back at her. She was painfully curious about him; what had caused that pain? was it something or someone? It seemed, beyond either of their control, something connected them and she could feel it. She could also feel that whatever was playing with them, destiny or fate, it was having a fun time. 

His question tore her from her own thoughts, drawing her to finally let her eyes fall to the Hammer in their presence. A feeling of both relief and shock crossed her. Was it really the hammer she’d seen her King wield so many times? Her hand reached out and grazed the star-hearted metal. The energy it exuded was incredible. Yes, this was Mjolnir. Her shock followed after her relief; the price he labeled on it was definitely a challenge. But she was confident. Any price was worth it. Though, part of her wondered if he’d been an awful dealer, would she feel so...at ease, and excited to be obligated to stay for a while? The deal, while time-wise, was frightening and she had a face, was causing an internal smile.

Surely, she sounded a fool; her realm was in grave danger. But fate usually always waited until opportune moments struck. But that was how she felt. What could she do? 

“W-w-we have a deal, Man of Magic,” She said, kicking herself for the tripping and stumbling over her words. It took a fight to stop an excited smile from pulling at her lips, but try as she did, a soft smile still found its way. “We, indeed, have a deal. As promised, I will teach you.” Pausing for a brief moment, she gently detached the page from her book and set it onto his countertop. “You may take this home with you and study it as much as you need to. When and where is appropriate to begin your training, Man of Magic?"

[northernstaar]

✉

Send me a ✉ and my muse will send yours a barrage of text messages.

[ Text ]: I think I’m beginning to understand the appeal to texting.[ Text ]: I am to leave through my portal soon, but I have a sickening feeling about something. That I need to tell you something before I do.[ Text ]: Telling people how I feel about them has been something that is difficult for me, ever since my husband dismissed me of my vows and I had a moment to evaluate that part of my life. [ Text ]: Telling someone that I am concerned about them or care for them, wasn’t rewarded in my former marriage. It was often treated as an annoyance and in some cases, punished with vile words.[ Text ]: It has instilled a natural…fear of expressing those emotions.[ Text ]: But I feel, at this moment, I need to. I want to. You deserve to know this.[ Text ]: Rumple,[ Text ]: I’m looking at the ingredients and preparing to open up the route I need in order to get back to Asgard, to help my King defend our world. But yet, I have a desire to stay here. The Hammer will find Thor, it always does. Yet, I know I need to go. [ Text ]: I thought it was my craving for the life I’ve enjoyed here among Midgardians. But when I considered that, I knew it wasn’t true.[ Text ]: It is you I wished to stay for. [ Text ]: The moment I considered that I knew by the feeling in my chest that that was the truth. [ Text ]: I care deeply about you, and the thought of leaving you gives me heartache. [ Text ]: I know that you and I are both in a mental state where we’re not exactly sure what “caring” means right now. The context of it.[ Text ]: But I do know that of all the realms and dimensions I can travel to, even my own homeworld, I want would choose to be here with you.[ Text ]: But this has also led me to a decision. [ Text ]:  I will go to Asgard and help my Ruler defeat Hela, get my people to safety. Days will probably pass here on Midgard where it’d be hours in my world. [ Text ]: Then, if I have not perished, I am coming back to you, for you. [ Text ]: I promise. [ Text ]: Goodbye.[ Text ]: For now. [ Text ]: - Sigyn[ Text ]: Wow, that was a lot of messages. 

[northernstaar]

madasateacup:

For a moment, Rumplestiltskin is taken back to the time when he was tearing the worlds apart to find his son. He winced minutely, thinking of how far he still had to go to get to his son. Baelfire was currently a patient at the Storybrooke General Hospital; in a coma.

Rumplestiltskin hesitated. “You can do this?” The disbelief was perhaps not warranted for the Goddess, but Rumplestiltskin felt it was easier to rely on his instinct as usual; it was currently telling him she was a liar.

“How am I meant to learn this, exactly, Your Highness?” he asked, plastering a small smile onto his face that he hoped wasn’t too menacing. This woman, Goddess… Royal highness… Whatever she was, she was beginning to earn his grudging respect. 

It was not an easy feat to achieve, and yet..

In the silence that stretched between them, Sigyn couldn’t help but allow a curious expression come over her. She half-assumed he was disinterested in her offer, but before she could rack her brain for another option he spoke. The way he spoke, for reasons she was unsure of, made her curious about the man.  Something told her that behind that smile, wasn’t just a man with magical trinkets in his possession, he was someone that had a reason for the things he did and very few were like this. Did he have something he wanted? or someone? She could sense between them a sense of respect and chemistry that Sigyn’s own homeworld, nor the likes of her ex-husband, thought she worthy of, despite the things she’d done and sacrifices she made for them. 

“I very much can, Man of Magic. Crossing realms if how I came here...if I used another method, my entrance wouldn’t have been as quiet.” She offered, giving him a gentle smile. “I used this spell to create a portal, to search through dimensions of realms for a specific version of Mjolnir.”

Her own smile that responded to his lifted up her cheeks again. “Well, for starters; magic comes differently from different types of realms and behaves differently. Yours is designed that nature demands a price for things to be equal between its requester and nature.” Using her hands, she flipped to a blank page in her spell book where a tree and a silhouetted figure stood in front of the other. “That’s usually because that type of magic demands something outside the design of nature. However, there are forms of magic more accommodated to what nature is and conforms to nature. Realms have doorways, whether we see them or not. Doorways to one another. But when we create a door, rather than demand one, nature is a bit more forgiving. I mastered this spell several hundreds of years ago. I’m confident I can teach it to you. That is if you’re even interested in it. If not, I’m sure there’s some other way.” 

[roleplayaskmemes]

Send me a ✉ and my muse will send yours a barrage of text messages.

[northernstaar]

madasateacup:

Rumplestiltskin finally spared another withering glance to Sigyn. “What could possibly be equal to the worth of the Mjolnir?” He trilled a laugh, shaking his head with regret. “I do not see yet why I must trade with you at all, My Lady.” He said, though his voice was not without the level of kindness necessary to appeal to her. “Give me a reason to lose this relic.”

 The Goddess found herself enlightened by the man’s demeanor. He definitely wasn’t like most collectors she’d dealt with. He was amusing and professional. Her lips lifted into a rare, genuine smile. “You are right. Not many things quite level up to the value of Mjolnir...But--” holding her finger up, her eyes gently narrowed with a kind expression. “As valuable as the hammer is, it’s not exactly earning its keep is it? A man of magic, such as yourself...needs not another relic that will sit on a shelf somewhere...but rather something you can use at your disposal...whenever you want to. An ability...advantage. So, I offer this: according to your world of magic, crossing realms is somewhat of a...difficulty here,” hovering her hand over the table, she summoned a spell book from her home in Asgard. Cracking it open, she flipped to the page she needed. “This spell is millions of years old and allows the crossing of realms without beans and hats. If i’ve been informed of your magic correctly. I will teach you this spell, however long it takes you to learn it. Hours, days, weeks, months, I don’t mind...in exchange for my King’s hammer.”

[northernstaar]

bless you for that post. you deserve nothing but good things and i hope you have a very fantastic day.

people like you that leave such sweet things also deserve nothing but good things. <333 SLKJDF THANK YOU SO MUCH SWEETHEART. :D 

[northernstaar]

that psa was amazing :,) your voice and perspective gives me a lot of courage , I hope people will take the time to read it entirely .

OMG you’re so kind!!! thank you so much for this. <33 i’m so glad my post helped you! Keep your head up, doll! :)

[northernstaar]

forgedasset replied to your photo: se0ctopus: The entire time I knew him he only had...

WHAT DID YOU JUST MAKE ME WITNESS WITH MY OWN TWO EYES

I’M FUCING CRYING. Now all i. imagine is Loki in the trailers going “did you set it to Wumbo?” thanos: -SMAHSES;

[viralfrog]

The entire time I knew him he only had one goal, to WUMBO half the universe

[northernstaar]

....alright, nevermind. i had SOME life left and this took it all. sorry. 

[wwhenimsmall]

[northernstaar]

I’ve been searching for positive/funny shit to put on the dashboard instead of tension and conflict for you guys and this...was what...I found? I’M DEAD.

[northernstaar]

studentpariah:

are…. is this serious? are you genuinely serious? do you think blocking a racist protects poc? do you think blocking pedophiles protects actual children? because it doesn’t. it fucking doesn’t. how dare you reduce people attempting to PROTECT others and themselves down to nothing more than “bullying”. this isn’t a playground and this shit doesn’t exist in a vacuum. calling out predators who actually contribute to a bigger picture where people actually die and actually get abused and actually suffer isn’t bullying. it isn’t drama. it isn’t dashboard nonsense. it’s necessary to keep people safe.

it’s not bullying to callout a fucking pedophile. jesus christ. stop giving a platform to abusers.

take your ridiculously upright morality and shove it where the sun don’t shine. this place shouldn’t be fucking safe for predators and abusers. if you think it should be, then fuck off.

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[aphrodihe]

[northernstaar]

madasateacup:

“I know what it’s called.” Rumplestiltskin returned, his signature smirk on his face as he glanced at the woman. She’d called herself Sigyn, if he’d been listening correctly. Which, he might not have been. But he wasn’t going to let on about that. He hummed, planting his hands down on the glass counters of his shop. “What’s in it for me, dearie?” he raised his eyebrows in challenge.

The smirk on the man’s face gave Sigyn her own smile. Now, they were getting somewhere. She was that much closer to securing her home. Curiously and cautiously, she watched the mans movements. Her eyebrow lifting, to accept his challenge with her own faint crooked grin. “I expect a relic, such as Mjolnir, will need to be replaced with something else that is just as useful. What do you wish for, Man of Magic? a spell, a relic, a new form of magic to learn?”