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✧ six years of roleplaying experience; two on tumblr.

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Rules: Spell out your URL in song titles then tag 10 people!

Tagged By: @the-king-of-the-river

Warning: this is going to be awful.

T: Turbo Killer, Carpenter Brut

W: When You’re Evil, Voltaire

I: I Belong to You, Muse

X: PSYCHO PASS Opening 2: Out of Control, Nothing’s Carved in Stone

T: This is Gonna Hurt, Sixx:A.M.

E: Eat You Alive, Emigrate

D: Do Your Thing, Powerman 5000

F: Footsteps, Pop Evil

X: Heart On, Celldweller

T: The Pretender, Foo Fighters

E: Rockstar, Blue Stahli

Used X’s as wild-cards and really, really wanted to put in Rockstar. Bite me, and cherish my lack of taste.

Tagging: @0xa00001, @bladesfornoxus, @bxhl, @xdarkpassage, @theblindboxer, @sociopatx, and everyone else, probably?

#not roleplay #memes #playlist

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“Guess I’m drinkin’ to myself then, friend.” Lee laughed and raised his glass to this self-toast.

The stranger must have been a fan of games like boxing. Maybe a fan of games in a more general sense. He sounded like he’d been at it for a long while. Must be experienced, this one, Lee figured.

The glass rested inside his curled fingers. He twirled it every minute or so. The sound of shaking ice made for a nice addition to the already lively bar. Allan had made them all a favour and showed up this time, bringing with him his undisputed playing of the trumpet.

If the music made you tap your foot, it was most certainly done right. Boy, did Brad love doing it.

“You a man o’ gamblin’, mister?” He turned his head and asked the stranger.

“Word has it that Toby’s back in town. Now that fella,” He gestured with his index finger pointing at the stranger. “He’s a real poker player, they say.” He paused to take a sip of alchohol.

“Says he’s never lost a game, or so I’m hearin’. You bettin’ on Toby, you might as well be stealin’ from a child.”

He let out a short laugh and set his glass down. It was feeling light, probably almost empty. He certainly wouldn’t wait for the ice to melt. The sounds of steps came from his right. Lee curled his lips and sent a short whistle towards that direction.

“Maddie. ‘Nother one. “ Following these words, he tapped his finger on the wooden counter.

“Your third?” Maddie asks while approaching, grabbing a bottle from under the stand on her way.

“Just found out this gentleman’s been helpin’ with the gates.” Lee smacked the stranger in the back. “I’m goin’ home late tonight.” He chuckled.

“Saint Street Valors go to Toby but they always end up staying, innit mate?” She addressed the stranger.

Along with Brad’s drink, she also filled a second one and placed it in front of the other man. With fresh ice and an oil on the side. Only for him. After all, he was a rather special stranger, now, wasn’t he?

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The words were easy.

The drinking was easier.

"I'm a man of winnin', if that's what you're asking," Fate said with a smile and a knowing wink. "Placin' bets on others ain't somethin' I usually do. But then, I don't usually find myself sittin' down for a match like I do yours, too." His smile was friendly, plain; a bigger tell that was nestled beyond the drooping shade of his hat.

The shot glass found its way to his lips. He felt the warmth in his cheeks and his stomach in no short order -- that was the prize of a good swig of whiskey. He looked on over to the others, listening in on their chatter. They were quacking right on along, weren't they?

At the deluge of words concerning him, Fate lolled back his head and chuckled brightly. "Now, ain't that a tale you'd find yourself tellin' everybody who'd hear -- but I'm afraid I ain't quite a legend yet. I'm still kickin', after all, and my heart sure hasn't gone south." He could see the blinking surprise in some of their eyes -- nothing he wouldn't expect as the glass clang on the wood after he took another swig.

"Wouldn't be too sure about my kidneys, though -- so don't be askin' about those," he mused with another chuckle. A part of him found it odd, in a way, to be talking to these people who seemingly knew plenty well about him but he had scarcely the words to put to their faces.

Victim of his constant wandering, he supposed.

His mouth moved again when he had another shot to wet his whistle. "But, I must be askin' ... from where d'ya hear so much about me, all that and so?"

#firstly wow what an amazing reply #secondly I am so sorry for butchering the shit out of this #my starter was trash omg #roleplay #reply #theblindboxer

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If he’s intimidated, he doesn’t show it as he idly strokes the scruff on his chin. “You don’t plan on hoisting me up elbows first on the wall now, d'ya? A smile like that is a smile that could kill a man. ” Well…

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“Me? Hurt you?”

A scoff, though there’s something in her eyes. A promise maybe. Lined with a grin that reaches too close to her eyes.

“I’m offended.”

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"I'm flattered, Miss Katarina," he says, quirking a brow underneath the shade of his hat, scruff left alone for the moment, "But there ain't any shame in wantin' t'see this face bruised, every once in a while. But you'd have to work for that like any other friend a'mine."

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“Ain’t that like askin’ if I’m alright, Miss Katarina?” Smirk.

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“Maybe.” Her head tilts, smile breaching something sinister.

twixted-fxte-blog

If he's intimidated, he doesn't show it as he idly strokes the scruff on his chin. "You don't plan on hoisting me up elbows first on the wall now, d'ya? A smile like that is a smile that could kill a man. " Well...

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twixted-fxte is a cut above the rest.

“You seem amused.”

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"Ain't that like askin' if I'm alright, Miss Katarina?" Smirk.

@sociopatx liked the starter call...

The Vegas casino was nearly as thick with cigarette smoke as it was thick with the glitz of dying dreams and evacuating stacks of cash.

Fate, naturally, was the center of it.

Staring down the pot-bellied businessman with a quirked brow and a placid smile, Fate pushed forward the tower of chips, equaling something or another of three-thousand dollars. It was nothing, really; it was the single tower of several he had built up over the night, and a leering crowd had been drawn to the table.

"Your call, friend," he said to the businessman, who harrumpthed.

"We'll see about that, 'friend'," he spat back, another tower being pushed onward to the pot as he chomped on the bit of his cigar, gaze pointed and no less intense. "As if I would let a dirtied no-name such as yourself take off with my money in a poker game."

"Whether I walk home with your fortune or you plod out with mine ain't up to me." Fate remarked, ignoring the whole of the man's spite. It would be useless, anyway, and he watched as the pot was counted and the cards were dealt -- either still, he knew what he'd have for his hand. "But, if you're needin' a name to curse, it'd be just T.F. for 'ya." His friendliness was juxtaposed against his opponent's flaring nostrils.

He pulled up his cards. The King and Ace of Spades belied the rest of the house's cards, right down to the final draw of the Queen and the Jack.

Sure, he had won ten-thousand dollars at the drop of a "Royal flush," but the man's plumped up, reddened cheeks and utterly hateful eyes to where Fate was sure his only missive was his desire to strangle him right then and there?

Priceless.

#roleplay #starter #au: modern earth #socipatx

// i guess... this is a ...

// STARTER CALL ... dorks ...

#i will hopefully maybe likely do these #and i want more threads with you cool dudes so #starter call #: ^)

Kayla’s Sage Advice for Roleplaying, Distilled Deluxe

// I’m posting these because some asshat named Quinn made me. Go blame her for this.

Don't do purple prose, do characterization.

Dialogue is the most important piece you can possibly write when roleplaying.

If you can't answer why your character is doing what they're doing, you're doing it wrong.

When faced with canonically shallow characters, ask yourself what's genuinely toxic to the character rather what you don't like, and then make sure to add something for everything you throw out.

Don't lose sight of who your character is and what they fundamentally stand for. Character development is only good when it riffs off of those 2 things.

No, you're not perfect. No, I'm not perfect. Call it even and strive to improve.

If you believe in yourself, your writing will believe in you.

Yes, you can roleplay that character even if their personality sounds complex. Breathe, and do your homework.

Roleplaying isn't writing a book. Focus on your characters, not the prose.

#ooc #not roleplay #roleplaying advice #sage advice #damn it quinn #you made me potentially help people