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                  - ̗̀ ✧* WELCOME TO THE GOLDEN CITY.

tired ?? me too. i’m not going to go into a paragraph long rant about how the rpc has changed over the years. we’ve heard it all before and it’s become white noise at this point. while some rps have been striving for months others are struggling to make their one week mark. in the end, we can all agree that it sucks. personally speaking, i find myself spending more time looking for a group roleplay than actually roleplaying. i created this group because i want to roleplay and i want to write, what a concept right ?? and if you’re reading this — i’ve got a feeling that you’re just as eager to write as i am. my goal is to create a space where writers are able to take part in long-term quality threads ( from paras, novellas, texts, and more ) with other roleplayers who are here for the same reason. if you’re interested in joining please feel free to read further AND LIKE THIS POST !! 

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COMING S O O N : ❝ v i g o r h q s ❞ –– a twitter rp

vigorhqs is a brand new twitter rp set in the bustling metropolitan of chicago. the young adults that make up the residency of a landmark downtown loft will [ r e l y ] on each other as they navigate the r e a l world of ❝ adulthood. ❞

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WELCOME TO WADE, ILLINOIS… 

                                                  Voted “Best Place to Live” 1974.

There’s something sinister about the place you call home, but neither you, or your neighbors can put your finger on exactly what it is. Could it be the way the dogs howl at midnight like there’s someone at the door when your entire family is tucked tight under the covers, and you know you’re not expecting guests? Perhaps it’s the way reality warps, and shifts itself the second you step into the supermarket that’s always a tad to cold for comfort? OR maybe it’s the way the one light in your neighbors attic flickers all hours of the night like someone’s playing with the switch, even when you know the Smiths are gone on their annual family road trip to visit Grandma in North Dakota, and there’s not a soul in that house. Then again, who can be sure? With the amount of strange (unusual, unnerving, bizarre) things happening in Wade lately, who’s to say where the root of the problem lays? No one knows– and even when they say they know, they don’t know; people just know that the town is different.

But if this place is different from all the other little towns of the same kind, if it’s fundamentally, and unexplainably off, has it always been this way? Has the chill in the night air has always cut straight to the bone, and have little blonde girls always been plucked from plastic playgrounds while their parents swore they had their eyes on them? … Are we just noticing now? Now that the demographics are changing, the houses are getting bigger, and the faces are less friendly, are we just seeing the reality of how disturbing, and how dark this town is? Or was there really a time when this was the “best” place to live, when folks didn’t have to lock their doors, and kids could ride their bikes to the park after dark without having to worry about what’s lurking in the shadows? You can no longer recall now if you ever felt safe here; not seated firmly in a church pew between your parents, not loitering outside of the gas station off main street with your friends in high school, and definitely not currently, as you watch the sharply dressed businessmen, and their cookie-cutter wives unload the delicate items they don’t trust the moving men with themselves, carrying them out of sight, into the sprawl of McMansions that you swear weren’t there yesterday. 

 If something’s changed here, what is it? Is it just the times– are we living in a more dangerous era? Or is there something else? Something more? The evil that’s here (because it is here, the hairs standing straight up on your neck tell you so, and you know better now than to distrust the feeling in your gut), is it a new evil, or an evil we’ve always known?

                                            What the hell is happening in Wade?

MIDDLE AMERICA is a literate, original science fiction roleplay coming to tumblr at the end of June, 2017 (based on roleplayer interest)! The group is heavily based on the literary genre of suburban gothic, revolving around the atypical, yet unbearably typical lives of the residents of Wade, Illinois. Join them as they navigate the multitude of changes (some spooky, some not so spooky) that the past few decades have brought to the once simple, sleepy, perfectly subdivided little suburban town. Writers will be able to bring their own original characters to Middle America, or apply for skeleton roles that they can personalize, and make their own.

BEWARE: this roleplay will contain mature themes including homicide, (non-graphic) cannibalism, etc.

 If you’re interested in the concept of this roleplay, or just want answers to some of the questions posed above, feel free to REBLOG this promo for early access to the full plot line, and the skeleton masterlist. Your reblog will also help determine if, and when Middle America’s main account will be released.

i am literally SHAKING ? this is embarrassing but hello i’m kellen and i’m your neighbourhood trash admin ! with all happiness we’re officially open so come check us out and let me know if there’s anything i can help you with ! always here to help with constructive criticism, questions, concerns and applications !

Is it weird to want more spontaneous, open-world RP? Like…two people meet each other on a road between towns instead of in the Quicksand or Ul'dah. Or they meet when they decide to fish at the same spot. Or one encounters another in danger fighting a losing battle against some creature.

If people are RPing adventurers, why can’t we stumble across them adventuring outside of a pre-planned event that’s usually locked off to someone’s FC or friend group?

If people are RPing as treasure hunters, why can’t we stumble across them dragging their haul back to their base of operations and learn from them how they got it?

If people are RPing as white mages, dragoons, paladins, warriors, monks, ninja, dark knights, etc. etc. why can we only stumble across them at the bar?

Get out there! Go be amazing! Wave down someone passing by or just throw out an emote they can openly engage with! Get out of the bar! There’s a whole new world to explore now that Stormblood is out, there’s reasons for people to not be stuck in towns! Get their attention! Make the world a living, breathing, active place! Please!

New In Town Starters

“I don’t look older, I just look worse.”

“I always thought quicksand was gonna be a much bigger problem than it turned out to be”

“if you watch cartoons, quicksand is like the third biggest thing you have to worry about in adult life behind real sticks of dynamite and anvils falling on you from the sky.”

“I think I’m becoming more like my mom. I was watching Access Hollywood, and one of the reporters said ‘up next we have and exclusive interview with Sandra Bullock’s former husband, Jesse James.’ And out loud I went ‘uhg! This oughta be good!’”

“One time I was in bed and my dad came in and said ‘good night (name) did you brush your teeth?’ And I said ‘yes’ but here’s the thing… I hadn’t.”

“If the court reporter reads back my remarks you will see that I did not purger myself.”

“She would just make wild accusations all day long and wait for something to stick.”

“My mom would blame me for things that happened on the news. That is true.”

“(Name) I have been here all night! You can feel the tv, it’s warm.”

“Luckily I had a good alibi because I was in Wisconsin and twelve.”

“My brothers and sisters and I had this babysitter when we were kids and I was in love with her.”

“Why was she in charge?!”

“That’s just like hiring a slightly bigger child.”

“That would be like if you were going out of town for the week and you paid a horse to watch your dog.”

“Why do people shush animals? They’ve never spoken.”

“This is the height of luxury!”

“Lost in New York? The streets are numbered! How did you get lost in New York?”

“It’s a grid system motherfucker. Where you at? 24th and 5th? Where you wanna go? 35th and 6th? 11 up and 1 over you simple bitch.”

“When I was in grade school I was bullied for being Asian American and… the biggest problem with that… is that I am not Asian american.”

“On the first day that he met me, the guy that is now my best friend went home and said ‘papa, today I met a boy with no eyes’ and that was me.”

“Thirteen year olds are the meanest people in the world. They terrify me to this day.”

“8th graders will make fun of you but in an accurate way.”

“No! that’s the thing I’m sensitive about!”

“First off: no.”

“If you’re comparing the badness of two words and you won’t even say one of them, that’s the worse word.”

“Midgets were never enslaved! Unless you count the Wonka factory!”

“It was really easy to get away with murder before they knew about DNA.”

“Here’s how easy it was to get away with bank robbery back in the 30s: as long as you weren’t still there when the police arrived, you had a 99% chance of getting away with it.”

“Oh good it has a mind of its own, that’s very reassuring.”

“It’s 100% easier not to do things, and so much fun not to do them. Especially when you were supposed to do them.”

“In terms of like instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin.”

“I’ve never been killed by hit men, so I don’t know what it’s like in the moments right before you’re killed by hit men, but I bet it’s not unlike when you’re on the subway and you realize that a mariachi band is about to start playing.”

“It doesn’t have to be right, it just has to be short.”

“A hero is any man that does his job.”

“A bozo is any man that cheats on his wife.”

“I went into the room to get the massage and the woman there told me to undress to my comfort level. So I put on a sweater and a pair of corduroy pants, and I felt safe.”

“Hey mister! I found your treasure!”

“If I got a plate of crack for the table would you have some?”

“I have a girlfriend now myself, which is weird because I’m probably gay, based on how I act and behave and have walked and talked for 28 years.”

“I think I was supposed to be gay. I think in heaven they built like three quarters of a gay person and they forgot to flip the final switch and just sent me out.”

“Everyone get out of my way! I just wanna sit here and feed my birds.”

“You want me to do what?”

“We’ve been going pretty hot and heavy lately, I think it’s time we brought in two older catholic people.”

“I listen to everything my girlfriend says. I don’t mean she bosses me around, I just mean that before I had a girlfriend, I never had someone who was always standing next to me and could just point out obvious things that are happening.”

“I don’t look like someone who used to do anything.”

“Oh hey, (name), would you like an old turnip we found in a cabinet? Would that be good for you? Would you like that? I know you don’t drink!”

“I’m really sorry about last night, I was just so drunk.”

“I’m really sorry about last night, it’s just that I’m mean and loud. It probably will happen again.”

“I don’t drink anymore because I used to drink too much and I would black out and ‘ruin parties’ –or so I’m told.”

“ I was 20 and I was at a party at someone’s house and I blacked out drinking and someone came out of one of the rooms at this party holding an old antique bottle with some liquid in it and they said ‘hey, is this whiskey or perfume?’ And apparently I grabbed it, drank all of it and said ‘it’s perfume.’ And it was.”

“(name) was an asshole and one weekend he and his wife decided to leave town, which you should never do if you’re an asshole.”

“Okay, lets go over there and destroy the place.”

“I walked into this party, everyone I had ever met was there and everyone was drinking like it was the end of the world.”

“People were drinking like it was the civil war and a doctor was coming to saw our legs off.”

“They had a pool table in the basement, one kid got a running start and threw his body onto the pool table and broke it in half.”

“I’m standing in the basement and I’m holding a red cup - you’ve seen movies - and I’m starting to black out. And I guess someone said like ‘something something police’ and in a brilliant moment of word association, I shouted ‘FUCK DUH POLICE’ and everyone else joined in. A hundred white, drunk children yelling ‘fuck. duh. police’ with the confidence of guys that have like already been to jail and aren’t afraid of it anymore.”

“My friend – who is now a father, this man now has a baby – grabbed a 40, smashed it on the ground and yelled ‘SCATTER!’ And everyone ran in different directions.”

“I ran into the laundry room and hopped up onto the washing machine and climbed out a window into the back yard and I’m running through the back yard and there’s this huge chain link fence and I thought ‘I have never climbed a fence that high before!’ And then I woke up and home.“

“And I said ‘no’ you know, like a liar.”

“And I had that thought, that only black out drunks and Steve Urkel can have: did I do that? I figured no, I wouldn’t have done that, but I was never sure.”

“he takes me into his bedroom and then he takes me into a side room off of his bedroom- never a good thing to have.”

“WHY? WHY DO YOU DO THIS?”

“Because it’s the one thing you can’t replace.”

“That’s the end of that story but how fucked up is that?”

“I was going into my building late at night and in front of my building I saw a wheel chair knocked over on its side, with no one in it. That’s a bad thing to see. Something happened there, you hope it was a miracle, but probably not.”

“That wasn’t what I was telling you, but alright, let’s talk about this entirely new topic.”

“Excuse me, I am homeless, I am gay, I have AIDS and I’m new in town.”

“That is not the most dramatic thing that you just said.”

“Hey would you help me out? I’m very gay, I’d like a few dollars.”

“Yeah that’s the type of lowbrow shit I’m looking for.”

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Me gustaría que en un futuro mis hijos me preguntaran algo en plan

-quienes son ellos?

Y yo les diga

-ellos….ellos salvaron mi vida ,ellos me sacaban una risa cundo nadie mas lo hacia y aunque no los conocía ni ellos a mi ellos estuvieron ahí cuando nadie mas lo estuvo y gracias a ellos estoy donde estoy ,porque sin ellos yo no hubiera salido de una depresión tan grande que hasta me quito las ganas de vivir y de repente llegaron ellos y alegraron mi vida ,y por esa razón estoy infinitamente agradecida

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LOVER  COME  HOLD  ME ,     heads  on  the  fritz.   body intoxicated ,   feelings  comfortably  mixed.   lover  come  hold  me ,   could  you  forget ?   i  got  a  secret   –   digging  a  ditch.   she  said  i’m  looking  like  a  bad man   ;   smooth criminal.   she  said   my  spirit  doesn’t  move  like  it  did  before.   she  said  that  i  don’t  look  like  me  no  more.   i  said  ‘ i’m  just  tired ’   –   she  said   ‘ you’re  just  high

#ELBARTOI  .  independent adult ! bart simpson from fox’s the simpsons  —  written by rhys  .