#steampunk roleplay

[vesperssecretwhispers]

Reverse Starter Call ~

Like/PM me if you want Vesper to take a tour through your starters, muses and memes! He’s a little dream fae and does well in fantastic or whimsical RPs.

[cephaloxpod-blog]

                    OCTOPUSES MAKE EXCELENT PETS 

[mycroftwrites]

Would people be interested in a steampunk group rp? Possibly a semi-appless one, would anyone be interested??

[skeeting-gears]

Anyone up for a Steampunk Roleplay with an awesome pilot who loves adventure?

Heck yeah you are. But where on EARTH can you find one? Look no further, friends! Skeeter McCharles, captain of the 'Countless Serendipities' is here for ya!

[redditroleplay]

[talesofthevoid-abandoned160417]

Journal of an Unknown Heretic

My mothers raised me firmly in the scrictures of the Keepers and under the way of the Higher Power.   I was raised a child of the religion as we all are in our fair City.  But I’ve seen evils, you know.  The Keepers, head of each District, where were they when my family’s bond contract ended?   I was eight years old when I joined that ragtag group of orphans… too many, there are too many… we would tear apart the flesh of dead horses on the roadside scavenging for bones to sell.   If we saw bones we really liked, bruised just the way we wanted or split sharp like a rapier, we would wear them.  As if we fooled anyone into thinking we had any riches to be boasting. 

The old man who ran the music shop drowned himself in so much [CLOCKWORK] three fortnights ago his aging heart burst from the overstimulation.  A sick irony it is to die a man of the art addicted to an elixir that makes him move too fast and hastily to pluck any strings, or hold a bow, to press any keys.

Those damned Drafts, the damned Keepers that bear them.   A gift given to them, for establishing The City as the world was falling apart.  The Drafts were entrusted to them as they had already borne the weight of our sins, they could carry this bottled wickedness for us; use these gifts to protect us all.  I will write this but the pen in my hand is heavy with hesitation.  I have seen evils.  I have seen evils.  With people now holding these gifts for themselves, as each months brings new ways to brew Drafts, what power do the Keepers hold over the people?

I can feel the ties that hold The City splitting, like untying a corset.  More and more people turn their back on the scriptures.  And I do not blame them.  They see the fear churning, fear of Higher Power.  Fear of the Keepers.  Fear of sin, fear of being caught, of being trampled in the streets, of disease, of the watch, fear of being ripped apart by witches for your bones…bones…bones.   The bones that forge the power that slinks through this place.  Power….  Doesn’t it all just come down to power?

I now myself hold [INDULGENCE] to my lips.  My writing suffers from shaking hands. I fear my speculations to be true.  I just want the truth, if this forsaken City falls apart then so be it, if all our lost souls are truly alone and pointless so be it.  I will not be a tool to these zealots, a mindless mannequin in these games of fear… fear. 

It feels like nothing else, [INDULGENCE].  By the bones around my neck, I am a sinner.

[iamasewingmachine]

[ Open Starter ]

It was frustrating when rips happened, it was infuriating when they happened in public.  Stitches had a lot of words about kids who didn't pay attention to their surroundings but this surely had to take the cake.  The sleeve of its jacket and the sleeve of its shirt had both been completely ripped off when it had been struck by a branch being waved around by a seven year old.  The wood had caught in the canvas on its upper arm and ripped that as well, sending stuffing raining down to the ground and blowing away.

Surely, if Stitches had been a human, it would have been in the hospital being sewn back together just like it now sat stitching its arm closed with a bag of poly-fill from the local craft store to re-stuff it.  Surely, it thought bitterly, if it had been a human, the child in question would have been reprimanded thoroughly by a parent falling over themselves to apologise.  All it had gotten was yelled at, how dare you be near my child, as though it didn't have the right to sit in the park like everyone else.

It was sitting in a different park, having not wanted to return to be harassed even more, but it needed a bench to sit on and it didn't want to leave it until it got home.  So there it sat, sewing its arm closed, silently hoping no one would approach it with a 'clever' comment about Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas--it had heard those 'jokes' enough already.

[iamasewingmachine]

Does anyone want to do anything?

Stitches, the steampunk style sewing robot.  Open to discussing roleplay starters & plots, or just being tagged into things!