@maskedthief said: She was going to disregard what he was hiding; it was most likely something she didn't want to know. Despite her efforts, the hint of digust still showed on her face when hearing his response. "Meat... cookies? Is that a weird way of saying a burger patty or --?"
Even if he was wearing a mask, he was practically beaming with joy as she asked him what a Meat Cookie was. Praise the savory and sweetest treat there was! “Nope. Meat cookies are meat cookies. Pastries with meat in them. Do you want one? I promise you won’t regret it!”
I’ve actually been writing on Tumblr since late 2012--yikes--but I kept all of my muses sheltered in closed groups until joining the indie Pokemon scene just over a month ago. So, with that said, Clair is not my favorite muse to play (yet!). That honor falls to BARRY, who I wrote (mainly within a group) from 2013 to early 2020. Barry is crazy and dorky and determined...and that’s why he’s one of my favorite Pokemon characters! I had a blast with Blondie...I loved turning up his energy up to 11 for some truly memorable interactions. Also, I think I was able to write him for so long because I saw a lot of my own personality (mainly the never-ending silliness!!) in his existing character. I’ll admit that it’s harder to write him nowadays (and easier to write more ‘serious’ muses like Clair), which is sad...but I think it’s also part of growing up! Barry will always have a special place in my writing heart. :)
2. Do you listen to music while you write? If so, what do you like to listen to?
I think this might be a bit weird, but I actually prefer silence when I’m writing--otherwise I get distracted and sidetracked! I tend to write longer stuff (as some of my partners have found out LOL), and in order to write anything lengthy (replies, school papers, etc.), I need to be 100% mentally focused on the task. In truly desperate times, I slip on an old pair of headphones that helps block out most background noise.
4. What are some of your rp pet peeves?
Here’s one: I have terrible vision, so when I click on someone’s blog and I see 1px font with fancy lettering and shadow effects set up against a non-white (or non-black) background, that’s a wrap for my Special Eyes--I have an insanely hard time reading that person’s stuff and it feels way bad. I totally understand that people want to bedazzle their pages, but I personally believe that emphasis on appearance should never outweigh the importance of textual clarity, especially on writing-based blogs. Thankfully, I think Tumblr’s update (and increased community awareness) has helped draw increased attention towards accessibility. (And no worries if you’re following me--I always try to let mutuals know if I’m having difficulty reading things on their blog!)
-If asked about his apparent penchant for running into Pokedex holders at the least opportune times, Archer would likely throw his hands up in frustration, turn on his heel, and stalk off. At this point, it had become something of a point of contention between himself and the nebulous fate which seemed to find amusement in throwing him into the direct path of those who would or could become problems for him and his organization. In this particular case, it was a sharply-dressed brunette who’s eyes he’d met on the street and sparked the sudden shifting of the gears inside his head.
-Normally, it would be to find an immediate exit before their paths might cross more irreparably. But as he ran over what he knew about the girl-- former Masked Child, ornithophobia, Evolver, three legendary birds in her possession-- the wheels stuck prominently on her title. As the Evolver, she would have knowledge and insight into the sorts of things he sought to learn from his experimentation with Pokemon. If he were able to con manipulate convince her to work with him rather than against, who knew the secrets they could unlock together. So rather than veering to cross the street and avoid her entirely, he strolled confidently up to the young woman dressed in black and fixed her with one his best smiles.-
Well, if it isn’t you. And, ah, where are you going this fine and comfortable afternoon?
This might be a little vain but, his design? I like spiky hair anime boys and Gary is the og one for me. He’s honestly really easy to draw and I mean...just look at him! You can garner so much information by just looking at images of him from the anime. (Them eyebrows man). That stands for Green too and all the other iterations of this character. It’s a good, simple design that lends itself well to growth. I’ve seen so many different takes on how an adult Gary should look and all of them are great.
✫: Why you began RPing.
Okay so this is gonna get pretty personal and long, I’m sorry.
I used to write lots of fan fiction when I was a kid and I always enjoyed the escapism. I really liked exploring topics through the safety of fiction. Like I wasn’t about to go out and murder someone, nor did I want to. But I could write a story about murder. I wasn’t interested in a relationship, but you can bet your bottom I wrote stories of characters in uwu wove and all they did was kiss and hold hands all day every day. I was a kid with a vivid imagination. So when I eventually found the concept of roleplay and roleplay games I was hooked.
You mean to tell me there’s a bunch of people out there that just...collaborate on these stories and get invested and attached to these characters. People you could make friends with, AND you don’t even need an OC to do it??? (I wasn’t really into making OC’s, I’m still not. It’s a problem. It’s mostly because I’m not confident enough in my ability to create an interesting character and all my past attempts either didn’t impress other people or I never formed a connection with those characters. I do have some. I just don’t really use them or have forgotten what they originally were, I only have pictures in sketchbooks.) Count me in!
The escapism was still a big factor, but I also had so much dysphoria about who I was as a person back then. I really, really hated myself. I had very few friends, and the ones I did manage to make felt...fake in some way. I was constantly bullied at school over my hobbies and the way I dressed. I developed and was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. And I wouldn’t form an actual friend group until late into my high school years. So like, roleplay provided a way for me to be someone I wasn’t. I could take on the persona of Sonic the Hedgehog, or Ike from Fire Emblem (my two first roleplay characters) and I could BE them. That’s all I could ever ask for. And that’s all I ever wanted to do, go back into this fantasy world where I’m someone I’m not.
Looking back on it, it got really unhealthy. Like it got to a point where I wouldn’t even go outside. I was so sucked into this world of roleplaying and becoming someone I’m not that by the time I started going to college all I would do was go to class or sit in my room. I’d stay up until 6 in the morning and sleep until 1 in the afternoon. Rinse and repeat. It became my life. (a lot of that was due to my family moving once again right after I got out of high school. This time all the way across country.)
It took a long time for me to break out of that mold and I was only able to do it thanks to the fighting game community and smash bros which was oddly enough the game that got me into roleplay in the first place. I really grew into myself and finally found a friend group outside of roleplay that cared for me and pushed me to become a better person.
I only came back to roleplay in the past two years. I’ve hopped around different closed groups until finally landing back here. I don’t take roleplay nearly as serious anymore. It’s just a hobby, and I have plenty of people in my life (including my fiance) that will pull me back out of the hole if I get too far in it.
Sorry that got so long. I know it went well past the initial topic of why I got into roleplay, but I feel like I’d be remiss if I didn’t talk about the ugly side of it. We all want roleplay to be in good fun, a healthy and safe way to explore unsavory topics and escape the dredges of the real world, but sometimes it can be taken way too far. I took it way too far and I don’t want anyone to do to themselves what I did to myself. It really fucks you up mentally.
