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@reidharding
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⚠️ WARNING OF CAUTION ⚠️ :
I AM PLAYING A CHARACTER. NOTHING ON THIS BLOG WRITTEN, SPOKEN, DRAWN, OR ANYTHING REPRESENTS ME IN REAL LIFE AND IS ONLY ROLEPLAY.
!! THIS CAN AND WILL UPDATE WITH NEW INFORMATION !!
Now, character introduction under cut !! :
Hi, I think it’s time I address this.
I don’t have the energy nor the passion to continue this roleplay account anymore. I apologize for my absence and lack of activity with this account as well as to the amount of fans who genuinely enjoyed this character. Unfortunately, I don’t think I can force myself to continuing writing for this blog anymore. I have transferred Reid into my own oc story as well as his partner Elena on my account @locutia, but that’s just about it. Thank for you for following my journey with this roleplay account and all the love you have given.
Hey so I thought we as userbase should organize spontaneous blackout protest against shapes inc ads here. I thought Feb 26th would be a good date (so ppl has 72 hrs notice if they want to participate), we would log off for 24hrs to show tumblr we are not okay with that (and also for shapes to get less ad revenue for a day in a process lol). Tag would be 'anti shapes inc protest'
If you like the idea/want to participate, help spread the word by reblogging this ask. Thanks <3
I would happily comply with this, hopefully enough people participate for it to make an impact!
Yo everyone who sees my blog. How about we do this
(+overall it's good to take a break from social media)
@kingkit7734 @withered-roses-still-live @ex-bus @starryvirus @reincarnated-gay-fox @mjthesilly @sprinty-ua spread the word if you want to
Yes this is something we should do, so fellow tumblrians spread the word
@the-king-of-beans-offical @astracaedes @ayane-chan-loves-water @algae122 @beansandsausages32 @do-not-u-dare @drudg30n @dramaticinlyf @evilpineapple-offical @evee1308 @featherednonsense @fox-offical @gayward-fagabond @ghostlybluetrain @heart-offical @itsuwari-no-kibo-offical @irrelevantsarcasmghost @instant-yuri-machine @jel-e-ton @kingkit7734 @lokisflame @loco-the-wolf @laciffo-natas @midnight-blue-wolf-official @mjthesilly @make-me-president @mossymenaces @no-one-offical @ninahufflepuff @p1per-will-kill-you @raynilikescats @roseisgoat @ririwithrice @sok-offical @thedogbard @the-bone-eating-vulture @the-grassy-hill @undefined333 @vaporeon-offical @withered-roses-still-live @winterinkspill @zeldafloof @zeta-finnish @ash-cherryblossom
Please spread the word
(Yes i tagged people im not moots with but this is important)
Very important....
cmon gng repost
chop chop do we want ai chat bots flooding our "ads"
@ttrilnx @finnbinn1 @robsbiggestfan @rosiesasimp @sakire526377 @solarkitt3n
@yourlocalbeavheadshipper @buttfacebladez @eepybamboo @genschilledcola @dovecow
@ib1t3p30pl3 @rosaliepmorris @nucimylio @nosequematsu @inquisitive-pseudointellectual
@ajolteonnamedsparky @winniedakid
I just tagged my followers (that are active/not bots
LET THE DOWNFALL OF SHAPES.AI BEGIN
@swingmusicjazzphooey @hangnurikately @sillyshadowboi33689 @mengothemango @hangnurikately @victoria33787 @wawancafe314 @miyathefish @braindeaddummy
OH I THOUGHT THIS DAY WOULD NEVER COME
@urfavcamiskyy0 @cureely @https-b0nb0n @slayedfrr @alaskacoolkid1
(Yes I’m aware two of them here aren’t my moots BUT I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING)
HI TY FOR TAGGING ME OOMF
anyways GOGOGOGOGOGO
@artistic-harlom-world @stella-starshine @trashisstillhere @maou-the-tree @airidakaramotto @asai-fumiko @aster-saturn OK GO
23/2/26
ty for the tag!!
well... OFC WE SHOULD DO THAT!!!
bomb for the shapes inc ads 💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣💣
TAG TIME!!!
@kirakilana @gumifan101 @hellokittyzdrugz @ellenajmi11 @kinnie1 @kanades-cup-noodles @solomii22 @magicalkiki66 @ayuyappin @agent-n26 @roseystuff @cherenspolaris @numberoneprosekafan @astratoastra @fluffiyu
HELL YEAH!!!(sorry for tag if u didn’t want 2 be tagged)
@gpllygoshers @will-theclockwork @aidan-thisfine @seraseraphim @ichika-nui @queenoforeos @twoandahalfdimes @orikeys @n3ch0 @itsadrianayourmom
OOOOOH THANK GOD WE'RE DOING SOMETHING ABOUT THIS(though I do feel like we'll need to do more than just have a blackout every now and again. Ooohh I'm excited for what we could do next)
@cosmosdystopia @tricornesrcool @the-koolest-kal @princefable hope you don't mind the tag lol
GET RID OF THOSE ADS THEYRE PISSING ME THE FUCK OFF
@addynosketchpad @pyr0-ph0b1a @itsdacami @altariafan @pbjr @loneanon-datfl @chrisberi2 @grilled-chese forgive the tag but fuck the ads bro
....'kay, guess we're doing this...
I mean I do hate Gen AI anyways...
And it's kinda annoying how they're promoting you to make one of people's OCs without permission....
...and not only that, but they also promote that you do it of your friends...
...therefore making it so that you can talk to them instead of the real person...
...even though they're (presumably) right there...
Nah fuck it we're doin' this
Yo, @starlit-octopi @las-galletas @nexkode @pink-dr-mario @sm-64-luigi @ifbench Poppystar Purgatory (Don't feel like taggin' 'em) @rathgoretheimp @lavenderskiesseeall @lavender-ralsei @ashelf66 @ohimherenow @invadermo0no @ametalsonic @ace-spadespoken @melmy-me @l0stn3v3rf0und @mariotennisdaisy @ssb-metal-mario @daily-kris-pronouns-reminder @too-fast-4u @mario-bounty-hunter @sm64mario we gonna do this or what
Oh we most certainly ARE
@beebeedibapbeediboop @bees-with-a-camera @creativecapybara @luna-starsong @chaos-triangle @cutie-melon @spectroacha @ashelf66 @purplesage135 (it’s Webber btw)
Yknow what, I’m tagging some of the heavy hitters, in hopes they can spread the word further
@@itsapmseymour @pukicho @biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist @idolomantises @satan-offical @god-offical @shencomix
I'm not gonna tag, I think I'm big enough for loads of people to see this
@4eelz @bubbles-floating @urfriendlyneighborhoodbiderman @ninefoldrin
Sorry if I forgot someone.
@myosotis-elinora @fullyconsumedbywhatlovesme @fractoluminescence @demigoddumbass @funkylittlebats @joshler-laufeyson-at221a
Yeah sure I'm in
anyone can reblog this
@engag3d @stereosonicanimatronic @moss4brains @mossysjournal @sobekettemsa7 @an-theduckin @eldest-daughter-syndrome
Damn this AI situation. I encourage all of my fellow employees at the Institute to do the same.
@shinieevie @goodluckmikewheelerrr @annicishana @gay-horror-enthusiast @spicywontonsouplover @sam-is-always-tired @beau-the-one-and-lonely @hallways-better-twin @meganisfear @archive-muses @the-real-jonathan-sims and whoever else because tagging people is really goddamn hard.
//leaving character for a sec for this but im all in, ive been reporting those ai ads all day yesterday and today, im glad to go on strike here!
@iiinkos @tw1sty-b1tch uhhh fuck I’m bad at tags… @poorlemons?
can someone help me tag??
@godsstrongestpoet @zephyr-totally-not-vast-avater @considermeblown-up @reidharding
Happy Valentine's Day! I brought you some tea!
-☕️
It is left cold on his desk.
Upon your desk there is a note, a rose, and a small box of chocolates.
The rose is white, and the chocolates are expensive, you could guess so at least, with such elaborate and gaudy packaging.
The writing upon the note is written with a bold pink pen in calligraphy, word reading; “Happy Valentines day! I hope you spend your afternoon with the one you love most, maybe even share the chocolates?” With hearts drawn all over.
Before the man can even slough off his jackets, his eyes slowly turn towards the spread upon his desk. It catches him, pulling him from afar and taking his steps closer.
Digits hover over the gifts, hesitant as if an open fire blazing upon his desk. Then, he takes them.
REID WHAT HAPPENED WHY IS YOUR HAIR BLACK NOW WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE MARKIPLIER
I- Who’s Markiplier ?
Prev anon has never heard of hair bleach 😂
I guess ? I don’t bleach my hair regardless.
hey i checked your blog and found out your hair was black? wasnt it white before
My hair has been black. That isn’t changing.
How's it feel to be hunted like a rabbit, bunny boy?
Don't you fucking play smart with me.
you’re right all the time mate don't let anyone get you down your opinion is correct 100% of the time and you've done nothing wrong ever
I,, Alright.
stil flesh? stil yum? for hive? ye?
-🪱
I'm not for you.
berryfucker <3
Hey, moderator of Reid Harding here.
I do not appreciate this sort of behaviour with asks and how some of the anons have been treating this character as well as me. The doll fucking jokes were already something I was quite lenient on and attempted to go along with, but I do not appreciate nor have the tolerance for this sort of behaviour anymore— especially since the recent ask was directed towards me instead of Reid himself.
I ask that the people who interact this account stop this behaviour, please.
mod pants over blueberries the way Reid pants over dolls
He was running home.
do you like blueberries
Haah- huah-h-aaah— ye- yeah. Yeah, sure.
throws @reidharding at you
[she immediately ducked out of the way, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire of ‘random guy being tossed in her direction’. Unfortunately… that does mean he hit the wall, but… eh, he was going to get injured either way, might as well avoid also getting hit.]
[she glanced at where the anon once was, a slightly annoyed and bewildered expression dawning on her face.]
“really? Throwing someone at me? This is how I’m introduced to you anons? Who… who even is this, I…” [she sighed, shaking her head and turning back to Reid.] “I’m sorry about that… are you alright?”
The crash is the first to shock him to his new reality.
It is fuzzy, the memories. His brain picks up the remembrance of a rabbit, faint yet with prominent blur of silver, white, and red. He remembers the chase. Between the flight of papers rushing past, thumps against hardwood, sharp breathes stabbing with each step, through it all. Thoughts take a moment to settle. Words rest atop the tip of his tongue.
Only the pulsating ache in his back pulls him from his blurry mind and back to reality, back to the woman towering above him kind. If only he could register the words in a soft decibel.
”oh, you’re all sorts of out of it…” [she muttered, kneeling down to his level to check his eyes. Blood on one of his ears… panting… he looked like had been running for his life… thankfully, as far as she could see, no concussion, but… he certainly wasn’t in the greatest condition.]
“right… can you hear me?” [she asked slowly, trying to gauge the situation. It wasn’t every day a human being was just up and tossed at her, after all.]
“Wh- huh ?” Reid looks up, lethargic with his movement as he stares blank. Eyes attempt to adjust towards the kind eyes, but to no avail. All he is able to is to stare blank and occasionally blinking.
[the woman sighed softly, seeming to realize her attempts were somewhat in vain.]
“alright… well, I’m going to bring you over to the couch, and… you can rest up there, alright? Can’t have you spacing out on the floor, can we?” [she hummed, carefully hoisting him up, carrying Reid with surprising ease. Huh… strong lady.]
[…he noticed there was a small spider on the lamp behind her, watching the two curiously…]
Strong woman, Reid ponders, his body dragging against supposed hardwood as easy as a ragdoll. The couch is just as comfy as another’s arms.
“,,Thanks.”
[ah, so it was mostly a panic-freeze… that was good. It meant he hadn’t hurt his head as badly as she had feared… probably still calming down after whatever happened to him right before this…]
[she hummed in acknowledgment, before trying again with the questions.]
“are you alright? Is there anything I can get you?”
“I’m, I’m okay,” he mutters, raising his head to meet her eyes. “Where am I ?”
“My apartment.” [she sighed, glancing in the direction that odd being in the sunglasses had been.] “one of the… Anons, I believe they’re called… they threw you at me. No idea why.”
[the spider on the lamp was still there, staring at the two in interest. The woman didn’t seem to be bothered by its presence, though against the background of the light it was quite distracting.]
“my name’s Leura, nice to meet you. And… yu are?”
Tension keeps its claws deep into Reid, his heart still running in chase far gone from him. Even the cushions keeping him up soft leave him with a unease, jittering at unfamiliarity. The back and forth of being passed around does no favours for his mind, truly.
At least, in the eyes of powers far away, they granted him a mercy. Reid knows little on what was going to happen to him if he was not thrown into small, homely sanctuary. God, he can still feel the remnants of blood dripping down him now. He curls in on himself a little.
“Reid,” he mumbled out. “M’name’s Reid,,”
”Reid…” [she nodded, that same worried expression on her face as she stood up.]
“well, reid. I don’t know what you were running from beforehand, but I think you should get some rest. I’ll go make some tea for you, alright?” [she tried for a smile, walking towards presumably the kitchen.] “I’ll be right back.”
[…there was something soothing being pressed against the nick on his ear… or it felt like that at least…]
He tries to manage out the same smile, nodding at her kindness. “Thank you.”
[she turned back, nodding.] “of course. From what I’ve seen you’ve been dragged into this by things that… either do not understand or do not care that throwing a whole person could hurt them.”
[there was a bandage on reid’s ear. It had not been there before, he was sure of it. Other than picking him up, Leura hadn’t touched him.]
Digits raise in an instant at the sudden coverage atop his ear. They push throughout platinum hair and, surely enough, his pads feel the rough exterior of a bandaid. He quirks a brow.
As much as he wishes to bring attention towards the oddity, he shuts his lips. Instead, he lowers his hand from their feeling and rests it upon his lap, letting it fidget against the other in wait.
[she comes back a few moments later, holding two mugs of warm tea. It smelled lemony… nice…]
[the spider on her lamp was gone.]
“sorry about the dog hair all over the place… Bellby’s asleep in the other room and big dogs shed like hell.” [she chuckled, handing one of the mugs to him and sitting down opposite to the… frankly odd stranger in her house.]
“do you mind telling me what you were running from? Before this?” [the woman asked.]
“It’s fine. I, uh, actually used to a cat who shed bad too,” he nods, taking the mug with his smile still standing, lighter now. “We called her Buttons.”
Reid pauses for a second, letting himself feel against the smooth porcelain as it heats his skin. Nails gently tap along the surface while he muses with her inquiry, letting himself in the indulge in his liquidated reflection to call upon a coherent wording. His smile falters quick seconds after.
“,,I, I don’t know exactly what I was running from, really. It,, ah, it might, it might have been some book monster ? I really- it’s not- I- I don’t know. I knew it was a rabbit, at least,,”
A pause.
“Genuinely, before this, I was just filing. I swear, I didn’t try to conjure this thing.”
“Hmm.” [she sighed.] “sounds like one of those… ah, whatdayacallem…. Lighters? Ligchter’s? Lietner’s, that’s the one… Lietner books.”
[…was she Australian? If she was, she had done a pretty good job hiding the accent until now… why was she hiding the accent?]
“I haven’t come across any myself, but I’ve heard they’re pretty nasty… and there’s certainly a few out there that… summon things…”
“Summon things.”
He lowers his head, placing mug atop the table to hold himself. Pages remind him within his mind, continuous flipping of entranced hands. The rabbit. The bloody rabbit.
“Sure. Okay, sure. Haunted books,” he hisses. “Why not.”
Lietner’s. He knows of them and their existence, their terror as mere pages lie upon horrors mind shattering or bloodied. Every once in a while, in file amongst the many or in the follow ups he trudges through, their names ring loud in his ears. Nails curl around locks tighter.
“Sure.”
”I take it you’re still new to all this.” [she sighed, shaking her head a little.] “it does sound a bit ridiculous when said out loud, doesn’t it?”
[not as ridiculous as some of the things that have been happening to him recently…]
He nods.
[Leura hums, before pulling out a small piece of paper and writing her number down on it.]
“Here. In case you need it. I’m… let’s just say I’m a bit more involved in these sort of affairs than most people.” [she slid the slip over to him.] “I think I can pull a few threads.”
His hand begins to outreach towards the paper, digits hovering above the sheet slow and cautious.
Reid near falters before glancing back up to Leura. She has involvement in these sorts of affairs.
Hurriedly, he takes the paper and shoves it into his pocket before standing up.
“Thank you for everything,” he nods again. “Can I leave now ?”
throws @reidharding at you
[she immediately ducked out of the way, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire of ‘random guy being tossed in her direction’. Unfortunately… that does mean he hit the wall, but… eh, he was going to get injured either way, might as well avoid also getting hit.]
[she glanced at where the anon once was, a slightly annoyed and bewildered expression dawning on her face.]
“really? Throwing someone at me? This is how I’m introduced to you anons? Who… who even is this, I…” [she sighed, shaking her head and turning back to Reid.] “I’m sorry about that… are you alright?”
The crash is the first to shock him to his new reality.
It is fuzzy, the memories. His brain picks up the remembrance of a rabbit, faint yet with prominent blur of silver, white, and red. He remembers the chase. Between the flight of papers rushing past, thumps against hardwood, sharp breathes stabbing with each step, through it all. Thoughts take a moment to settle. Words rest atop the tip of his tongue.
Only the pulsating ache in his back pulls him from his blurry mind and back to reality, back to the woman towering above him kind. If only he could register the words in a soft decibel.
”oh, you’re all sorts of out of it…” [she muttered, kneeling down to his level to check his eyes. Blood on one of his ears… panting… he looked like had been running for his life… thankfully, as far as she could see, no concussion, but… he certainly wasn’t in the greatest condition.]
“right… can you hear me?” [she asked slowly, trying to gauge the situation. It wasn’t every day a human being was just up and tossed at her, after all.]
“Wh- huh ?” Reid looks up, lethargic with his movement as he stares blank. Eyes attempt to adjust towards the kind eyes, but to no avail. All he is able to is to stare blank and occasionally blinking.
[the woman sighed softly, seeming to realize her attempts were somewhat in vain.]
“alright… well, I’m going to bring you over to the couch, and… you can rest up there, alright? Can’t have you spacing out on the floor, can we?” [she hummed, carefully hoisting him up, carrying Reid with surprising ease. Huh… strong lady.]
[…he noticed there was a small spider on the lamp behind her, watching the two curiously…]
Strong woman, Reid ponders, his body dragging against supposed hardwood as easy as a ragdoll. The couch is just as comfy as another’s arms.
“,,Thanks.”
[ah, so it was mostly a panic-freeze… that was good. It meant he hadn’t hurt his head as badly as she had feared… probably still calming down after whatever happened to him right before this…]
[she hummed in acknowledgment, before trying again with the questions.]
“are you alright? Is there anything I can get you?”
“I’m, I’m okay,” he mutters, raising his head to meet her eyes. “Where am I ?”
“My apartment.” [she sighed, glancing in the direction that odd being in the sunglasses had been.] “one of the… Anons, I believe they’re called… they threw you at me. No idea why.”
[the spider on the lamp was still there, staring at the two in interest. The woman didn’t seem to be bothered by its presence, though against the background of the light it was quite distracting.]
“my name’s Leura, nice to meet you. And… yu are?”
Tension keeps its claws deep into Reid, his heart still running in chase far gone from him. Even the cushions keeping him up soft leave him with a unease, jittering at unfamiliarity. The back and forth of being passed around does no favours for his mind, truly.
At least, in the eyes of powers far away, they granted him a mercy. Reid knows little on what was going to happen to him if he was not thrown into small, homely sanctuary. God, he can still feel the remnants of blood dripping down him now. He curls in on himself a little.
“Reid,” he mumbled out. “M’name’s Reid,,”
”Reid…” [she nodded, that same worried expression on her face as she stood up.]
“well, reid. I don’t know what you were running from beforehand, but I think you should get some rest. I’ll go make some tea for you, alright?” [she tried for a smile, walking towards presumably the kitchen.] “I’ll be right back.”
[…there was something soothing being pressed against the nick on his ear… or it felt like that at least…]
He tries to manage out the same smile, nodding at her kindness. “Thank you.”
[she turned back, nodding.] “of course. From what I’ve seen you’ve been dragged into this by things that… either do not understand or do not care that throwing a whole person could hurt them.”
[there was a bandage on reid’s ear. It had not been there before, he was sure of it. Other than picking him up, Leura hadn’t touched him.]
Digits raise in an instant at the sudden coverage atop his ear. They push throughout platinum hair and, surely enough, his pads feel the rough exterior of a bandaid. He quirks a brow.
As much as he wishes to bring attention towards the oddity, he shuts his lips. Instead, he lowers his hand from their feeling and rests it upon his lap, letting it fidget against the other in wait.
[she comes back a few moments later, holding two mugs of warm tea. It smelled lemony… nice…]
[the spider on her lamp was gone.]
“sorry about the dog hair all over the place… Bellby’s asleep in the other room and big dogs shed like hell.” [she chuckled, handing one of the mugs to him and sitting down opposite to the… frankly odd stranger in her house.]
“do you mind telling me what you were running from? Before this?” [the woman asked.]
“It’s fine. I, uh, actually used to a cat who shed bad too,” he nods, taking the mug with his smile still standing, lighter now. “We called her Buttons.”
Reid pauses for a second, letting himself feel against the smooth porcelain as it heats his skin. Nails gently tap along the surface while he muses with her inquiry, letting himself in the indulge in his liquidated reflection to call upon a coherent wording. His smile falters quick seconds after.
“,,I, I don’t know exactly what I was running from, really. It,, ah, it might, it might have been some book monster ? I really- it’s not- I- I don’t know. I knew it was a rabbit, at least,,”
A pause.
“Genuinely, before this, I was just filing. I swear, I didn’t try to conjure this thing.”
“Hmm.” [she sighed.] “sounds like one of those… ah, whatdayacallem…. Lighters? Ligchter’s? Lietner’s, that’s the one… Lietner books.”
[…was she Australian? If she was, she had done a pretty good job hiding the accent until now… why was she hiding the accent?]
“I haven’t come across any myself, but I’ve heard they’re pretty nasty… and there’s certainly a few out there that… summon things…”
“Summon things.”
He lowers his head, placing mug atop the table to hold himself. Pages remind him within his mind, continuous flipping of entranced hands. The rabbit. The bloody rabbit.
“Sure. Okay, sure. Haunted books,” he hisses. “Why not.”
Lietner’s. He knows of them and their existence, their terror as mere pages lie upon horrors mind shattering or bloodied. Every once in a while, in file amongst the many or in the follow ups he trudges through, their names ring loud in his ears. Nails curl around locks tighter.
“Sure.”
”I take it you’re still new to all this.” [she sighed, shaking her head a little.] “it does sound a bit ridiculous when said out loud, doesn’t it?”
[not as ridiculous as some of the things that have been happening to him recently…]
He nods.
