Why are you dressed like a ninja? What’s the matter with you?! All of those that think that is a certifiedly demented idea please raise you hand. I’d take powered eggs over your eggs any day. One near death experience and you go all warm and cuddly on me? I will literally pay you cash to stop talking. I’m not gonna catch your ass if you fall. I’d rather you don’t catch me if I fall, okay… Hands up, Ahab. Can you stop staring at me like a hot-fudge sundae? What is the matter with you? You need help! I will pay for it! That’s the Space Needle, not the Eiffel Tower you schmuck. You’re like a devourer of dreams. You eat them. You’re like a little Pac-Man in cargo pants. Hey, you’re not psychic. You can’t read people’s minds. Howzit, bruddah? Just put the gun away and we can talk. I have never known a Navy man that couldn’t find a lady a beer. I have a number of a therapist I wanna give you. Can I ask you a question? Why are you always driving my car? His idea of communication is dropping a witty one-liner and shooting you in the face. Tell me you know how to swim. I know how to swim. I swim for survival, not for fun. Take that tie off. No one on a cruise ship wears a tie. Why are you so angry? Cause I’m an angry person, okay? Your apology is noted, acceptance is pending. This is really good news. I mean, you’re human. Who knew? Do you realize how much of your life revolves around food? Do you realize how much of your life revolves around armed conflict? What are you smirking at? No I’m not scared, I am rationally concerned. I love pancakes in the afternoon. You like pancakes? Why do you have aneurism face? “Say hello to my little friend.” Old American proverb. Did you say “lickings”? You know how difficult it is to sound like a tough guy when you use a word like “lickings”? Let me ask you a question. Are you literally insane?
Missed a chance to post this a few weeks months ago. We have managed to mark one year that the Balmung RP Calendar has been it’s own entity and one and a half years we have been doing the RP Event Calendar weekly posts.
This started out as a little project @nefzenffxiv and I had to keep track of the insanity that is Balmung’s RP Scene for our own purposes as soon as we snuck into Balmung. We had inadvertently stumbled into a @crescent-ffxiv pub crawl on our first week. We were still building the personalities of our characters, so we can blame Crescent for that. We also ran into a certain @diskwrite-ffxiv at the event whom we decided to adopt. (Or maybe she adopted two strays, we don’t know) She then pointed out we should meet them at the @drunkenmoogle. The trail from there to now is lost to memory, chaos, confusion.
It’s been a very bumpy road from there until now, but where’ here. Thanks for your support and patience.
Thanks for keeping Balmung’s RP community moving at such a speed that something like this feels like a necessity. It’s -awesome-.
Only had an hour of free time today, so I decided to work a bit at my troll to avoid goin’ insane…. Gave her rp profiles a fresh coat of paint too! Zelulae’s back bby. I’ll finish this soon. .. and my liwei painting. And everything else.
Longview Insane Asylum and Rehabilitation Center is a welcoming home to all. Whatever your issue, we’ll deal with it. Friendly staff and acceptable accommodations along with ample space for patients to recover, we know that Longview is the facility for you. A home for people with all sorts of issues. From depression to psychopathic maniacs we accept all brand of loner, misfit, and weirdo.
“I thought the rash might have been from my cat scratching me, but I
couldn’t be certain.” The lad sat down, rubbing the side of his
scarf-clad neck. “What do you think it is? I know it’s a bit unexpected
for me to appear uninvited like this, but I hoped you would know more
about strange things, given your profession.”
Mortimer cleared his throat. Oh this was not good, this was very not good. This could only mean that there was another vampire in the area and the reality of the situation the lad found himself in made the elder vampire toss around what his personally morality should be in this matter.
“I…” A pause. “Well, I am a mortician not a physician. It is not my place or practice to diagnose.”
“Wait for it! Just you wait. I’ll get out of here again and when I do, I will rule this city. Gotham will crumble at my feet. Nothing will stop me this time.” Jerome is ranting and raving to nobody because he is all alone in solitary confinement. Locked away in the throes of Arkham as he paces the white floors and pounds his fists against the white walls. He has got to get out of here. He’s going to go insane.
My muse has been having a reoccurring nightmare every night. After months of experiencing this, they have started acting differently and are slowly going insane. Send "Nightmare" for my muse finally snapping and going completely insane.
Invader not insane / closed rp with Susanswierdblog
Who would have thought that moving onto the next grade would involve a psychiatric exam, certainly not for a little irken named Zim. After this so-called normal Earth larva screening, the results had all the professionals gobstruck. It was a mutual agreement for Zim to be immediately removed from the skool and placed in a psychiatric ward because, according to them, Zim had all the works. That included anxiety, ADHD, and best of all grandiose delusional disorder.
Now he stands with his arm crossed in the activities room, scoping out all the new humans he must deal with now. NO. He can’t stay here! He has a mission to do! He is not human! This mighty irken is immune to these earthly disorders! The thoughts of panic just cycled through his head like a continuous loop.
Suddenly, the sight of a girl brought him out of his thoughts. Hmm… perhaps she could be of help, the pint-sized invader thought as he stroked his chin with his still gloved hand, yes they did not remove all his uniform, just the tunic to replace with some orange scrub thingies… YUCK.
He made his way over to the only worthy human in the building. “Greetings human, I AM ZIM!”
Ti svelo un segreto.
Sono stanca di non essere apprezzata per quello che sono. Stanca di essere giudicata da persone che (sinceramente) potrebbero farne a meno. Sono stanca di come sono, il mio carattere di merda.. il mio fisico di merda. E sono stanca della mia vita di merda. Vorrei poter far vedere veramente alla gente chi si nasconde: io oppure loro?
“Welcome to our team. Well honestly we are more like a family here. Let me show you around.” The small blonde girl with pink scrubs grinned up at Nathanael.
“I’m Rose by the way. The other girl up front is Juleka. She doesn’t talk much.” She led him down the hallway. “Now we don’t have many troublesome patients here at Françoise Dupont but some of them need a little extra care so they usually have someone assigned to the 24/7. All of our patients are here full time and unfortunately a lot of them will be here he rest of their lives. That’s why we keep the grounds so nice. We want their home to be somewhere they can feel happy and not like some hospital or prison. They didn’t choose to be this way.”
She showed him around the hospital and eventually came to the last hallway. “Alright. This is where you will be assigned. All the new people start on Hall K. These are the easiest patients. They have the most freedom here. Most of them you just have to give them their medication and you can let them do what they want. The only one you will have to keep an eye on is this room right here.”
She gestured to the door on her right. “This is Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Rose sighed and furrowed her brow, sadness clouding her eyes. “She’s only twenty years old but she’s been in here since she was fifteen. Juleka and I actually went to school with her. Her accident was the reason we decided to go into this field.”
She sighed again. “Her family owned a bakery across the street from the school we went to. The class had been split up and half of us were touring the bakery while the other half were touring the museum where another parent of a classmate worked. The next day the groups were going to switch. There was an accident. No one is exactly sure how it happened and the girl who was a part of it won’t talk about it.”
“There was a fire. I guess someone bumped something and it spread so quickly. We all started running toward the front but a few of us got trapped inside. Marinette had made it out safely but she went back inside to help the others. She got everyone out just fine but Chloé Bourgeois got trapped. Marinette helped her out but got hit in the head by falling debris just as they were getting out. She fell unconscious and had to be rushed to the hospital. Her parents didn’t make it out. They got trapped in the kitchen as soon as he fire started and weren’t able to make it out… Somehow the debris hit her just right and messed up the paracingulate sulcus part of her brain. She can’t differentiate between fantasy and realty anymore.”
“She’s still Marinette but she has this fantasy that she has special earrings attached to magic creature that change her into a hero and she saves people from things called akuma. She will randomly go into fits where she tries to fight someone and won’t calm down until she has "purified the butterfly.” The doctors deemed her unable to live a normal life and she’s been here ever since. Mayor Bourgeois pays for all her bills as a thank you for saving his daughter.“
"We’ve given her a mask and a suit that she changed into every time she becomes this "Ladybug” character. It makes it easier to identify. But you have to pretend you don’t know this because her identity has to remain a “secret.”“ Rose looked at the door win a soft smile.
"So. Any questions before we go and get the rest of your paperwork filled out and get you a badge?”