there are some people I just want to rp with but they’re like rp royalty and you’re just like
Greetings. Choose your words wisely, for I do not suffer fools. I was betrayed and cast from Asgard, and I shall have my rightful throne and rightful vengeance. If you stand in my path, you will fall. If you have an urgent matter, you may bring it forth.
((OOC: Independent RP for Movieverse Loki. Please at least skim his info, relationships, and rules of engagement.))
~WARNING~ This blog deals heavily with violence, torture, and death. (Also with love, friendship, and fluff, so there's that too). Suggestive themes, but no outright smut. I will do my best to tag triggering posts.
Location: Asgard, but can project physically to Midgard for a certain amount of time.
Current M!A: None. Accepting.
there are some people I just want to rp with but they’re like rp royalty and you’re just like
So I just gained a follower a few moments ago with the name maartin4life
LISTEN TO ME
WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU DO
THEIR FUCKING PAGE
I JUST OPENED IT AND MY AVAST ANTIVIRUS TOLD ME THAT THERE WAS A FUCKING TROJAN HORSE
Lately there has been a surplus of “irks” from people that I would like to address. I’m not targeting anyone because these problems are everywhere.. But they are showing up on my dash every other day in RPs
- Reblogging threads tagged for other people and making your own commentary is generally rude. That post was meant for the person it is tagged for that person and that person only. If you want me to do a starter for you, by all means, shoot me an ask. Just please don’t just take over someone else’s starter because you want one.
- Inserting yourself into already ongoing threads without asking is interrupting a conversation That thread is between those two characters and unless you ask both muns if it is okay for your character to jump in in the middle of it it’s not really okay. It’s courtesy to let people have their own threads. If you want to comment on it, you can do it in another post or send an ask to the character you want to talk to. But please don’t jump in the middle of a thread that has nothing to do with your character just because you want to talk to them. And if two characters are getting introduced, or discussing matters your character really has no part in, you have no reason to be in that thread. It’s courteous to both if you please just don’t interrupt ongoing threads.
- Please don’t think that because your character knew a version of another persons in their universe, that the other person’s muse will know yours. Please don’t push your headcanon relationships on other people and assume they’ll go with it. This goes for all kinds of relationships not just romance. If they go along with it, that’s fine. But please don’t get overly offended when people don’t go along with it because you either didn’t discuss it with them first, or their character isn’t the one yours is friend with.
- On that note, if your character is friends with one character, don’t assume another person playing that character will play theirs the same way. Or that their version of the character will even like you. People play characters differently. And if you interact with a person playing the same character you play, dont expect the muses to get along because they share similar DNA. People are their own worst enemies after all. The differences between the way you play your characters, and the differences in universes may make it so your characters are too different to get along. So please don’t just going into RP assuming you’ll have friendships with everyone. Relationships don’t happen, they develop. And that relationship could be good or bad depending on how it’s handled.
- If your character is from another time period than the one you want to talk to, please don’t just randomly go “Oh wow I’m in the future” and expect them to go along with it. It works in some cases but sometimes it is best if there is an actual reason for how your character got to this location. Either that, or simply ignore the time problem because a character randomly achieving time travel isn’t really likely.
- PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE acknowledge when your character is being an asshat. I do not mean if you play a villain constantly point that out. Of course if you play a bad guy they are going to do bad things. But if your character does something horrible or offensive, don’t defend it like they did nothing wrong. Your character isn’t exempt to bad behavior just because it’s RP. Don’t just expect it to be ignored… And on that note:
- If your character kills someone, hurts someone, or even insults someone, don’t expect others to act like it never happened either. If a character is hurt by yours in any way, don’t expect them to take it well. If yours insults them harshly for any reason at all, especially a really bad reason, they are going to be offended. If it’s IC for them to be angry, they are going to be angry. Don’t act surprised when it happens. And because your character says “sorry” doesn’t mean they will stop being angry. An apology is acknowledgement of a bad deed. It doesn’t fix it. In character actions have in character consequences. So if your character does something to push another muse away from them they are going to be pushed away. They won’t always just go “it’s okay” and go back to being buds like nothing happened
- Also please don’t assume that other people’s characters will always continue to talk to yours just because you follow them or talked to them once. If it is no longer IC for them to talk to you, they won’t. If, like the above, something happens where my muse has grown to hate another person’s for some reason, they will not want to talk to them any more. And they won’t. Don’t assume that it’s an OOC thing. If it’s IC for my character to ignore someone or never talk to them again, that is what I’m going to do. I would not be portraying my character the way I feel is proper if I just made him forgive every little thing and never remember when bad things happen. It’s not likely anything the mun has against you.
- Don’t assume your muse can know what goes on in other people’s threads. Just because you the mun are reading the threads, doesn’t mean your character knows what is happening in the private lives of other people’s muses. Other muns shouldn’t have to watch their words in a private convo between muses because they’re afraid you’ll godmod and know their plans before they even tell you about them. Please don’t treat tumblr RP like it’s the characters actually scrolling through tumblr. There are special memes like the arrows that are silly and fun to play with, but generally those aren’t serious threads and they’re mostly for the muns anyway. So please, don’t just make it so your character can know everything about everything just because you read it in another thread. You need a reason for that, and one better than “he was listening in” or “he was spying”.
- Just because you want to see certain events happen, doesn’t mean others do also. Please don’t try and steer other people’s roleplaying toward your plots and try and control the entire plot. People like freedom and the ability to do what they want with their writing. That way the threads are more natural and less forced and contrived. And if you want to plot with people, it is courteous if you message them about it first rather than just show up with a character and try and bring them into your story. People don’t tend to like being led that way. And sometimes they don’t want to be a part of a plot at all and that is okay. Don’t expect everyone to go along with it and don’t try and force them to. Let what happens happen and don’t try and control it. It’s more fun that way for everyone.
Have fun people! Don’t try and force people to like you or even RP with you. The easier you take it the more fun it will be for everyone.
The hardest part of writing witty dialogue is that I’m not as witty as the characters
((this is very touching. :) ))
The room wasn’t dusty.
He made sure of that.
Oh, sure. He didn’t come in here very often. But when he’d built the place, he’d made sure to proof it against near to everything there was. Dust, insects, water, wind, fire, earthquakes, explosives, radiation… Nothing short of the complete destruction of the entire plane would damage this room.
And he’d give it even odds to survive that, too.
To call it a ‘room’ might be being conservative. It was more of a ‘chamber’, or perhaps a ‘hall’.
Large. And surprisingly ordered.
…It wasn’t healthy for him to be in here. He’d been told that, again and again. Read it in books, seen it in stories, advised both gently and roughly.
Perhaps it was true. Maybe it wasn’t healthy for him to be in here.
He looked around.
Along one wall, a large corkboard hung, covered in gleaming silver blades impaled deep into the wood. From a silver chain wrapped around each hilt, a small bird pendant hung, no two pendants or daggers being quite like any other pair.
A testament to the sharpest silver tongue, and the skybird bonded to him.
In a corner, a large screen sat, with two glass cabinets flanking it. Videos, DVDs, film reels, movies of all formats lay on display in the rightmost cabinet. Comedy, horror, action, adventure, drama, tragedy.
Anything he thought the freckled loudmouth might’ve enjoyed.
The leftmost cabinet held comics of all shapes and sizes. Thick anthologies, thin first issues, manga, newspaper funnies. Anything graphical he could find, especially if it was raunchy, or adventurous, or just plain over the top.
A pocket-watch rests on top of it, marking the admiral’s stash.
The opposite corner was markedly different, a small library - well, a couple of bookshelves, really. Large bookshelves, but still. The leftmost shelf houses textbooks - psychology, history, culture, mathematics, sciences, philosophy. On the wall beside it hangs a simple silver longsword, masterfully crafted but practical, the light refracting off it in odd shimmers.
The other shelf houses mysteries, biographies, diaries. Dry observations on culture and society. Filled with wit and snark to the point where it almost surprised him the entire bookshelf didn’t spontaneously become sentient. Beside it hangs a plain, elegant black scythe, unassuming yet wickedly sharp.
Along shelves, over the desk, and in various nooks and crannies in the ‘study’, feline eyes peer out from ornaments. Each one painted white, each with a red cross marked on it. Perhaps the grandest of these, though, is the large statue as the centrepiece of the desk. A lifesized cat, marble white, curled around a large mouse, perhaps half its size and carved from amethyst.
Perhaps it was unhealthy to be here, but it was more unhealthy to go back, and too painful to forget.
So for now,
just for a little while.
He pretends they aren’t gone.
((This is beautiful. The absolute serenity of the moment is such a contrast to his life, but it seems to fit perfectly nonetheless))
Loki takes in every word, analyzing it, turning it over in his mind. He watches Tai’s face intently for any sign of dishonesty – watches his hands as well, and any shifts in his posture. If there is one thing the God of Deception is confident in, it is his ability to detect when he is being lied to. Normally it’s second nature, but in some cases, he exerts a little extra effort. Like now.
The compliment of his intellect earns Tai the barest of smiles – just a twitch of the lips – in acknowledgment, but wastes no attention on being flattered. Tai’s sigh of relief is genuine – that sort of thing was difficult to fake. Not impossible, but difficult.
And as he meets Tai’s eyes, there is no mistaking the sincerity in them, in the fennec’s voice, or in his words. That the accent vanishes is… a bit startling, and worthy of note, though Loki pushes it to the back of his mind for subconscious analysis in order to focus on what is being said.
And what is being said touches him profoundly, and he blinks in surprise at the depth of emotion behind Tai’s words. Real and unpretended emotion, with no veil or hesitation to mask it.
And for a long moment after Tai finishes speaking Loki continues to stare at him – still evaluating and still scrutinizing, but perhaps for different reasons. Finally he clasps his hands loosely behind his back, drops his gaze momentarily before lifting it again, and takes a deep breath.
“Very well,” he says quietly. “We will negotiate payment for your filter after it is in place, and keep information off of the table.”
“But…” his hands drop to his sides and ball into fists, and he glances away. The bitterness that fills his voice is palpable, and a shadow is plainly visible on his sharp features. “…I think it only fair to tell you that any promise you make me as ‘family’ will mean nothing to me. If you wish to give me your word as family – as my uncle, as the son of my grandfather, as the brother of my mother – I will treat it as idle. If you say you mean me no harm, you need but speak with sincerity, and I will listen. But do not say that you mean me no harm because I am family – especially since we are not bound by blood – for such oaths are trivial in my eyes, and not worth the breath spent to speak them.”
God of Deception Loki may be, but Tai is the Wanderer among Stories. Those four lines may as well be chapters from memoirs to the fennec-shaped incubus. His ears are perked at the word ‘but’, and his attention is truly and fully hooked before the first is finished.
But where the silver-tongued god may study and analyse - Tai intuits.
Lips curl in a smile. And he nods, briefly.
“Wanna tell you I’m different. That I mean it, whatever else might’a happened, whoever else might’a let ya down. But it’d jus’ be more empty words, huh.”
The smile widens. “So I’ll jus’ have to prove it. Always was more one for actions, anyhow.”
Reaching up to adjust his hat, tipping it back with a broad, emerald-gazed grin. “An’ information ain’t off the table. Not all’a it. Not even most’a it. Hell, I’ll tell you what I’m keepin’ under my ears, once it ain’t dangerous to tell you no more, if y’really wanna know it. But I’m reckonin’ you won’t want that fer payment, not with a delay.” He chuckles. “No spoilers, though. Even if it weren’t ‘gainst my rules to peek ahead, I reckon you wouldn’t wanna be robbed of your triumphs anyhow.”
Is that, in and of itself, a stealthy spoiler? Or just the fennec being optimistic?
“Can go fetch, or deliver, so long as it ain’t live cargo. Can ferry, if my passenger can make the initial jump themselves or got somethin’ that’ll do it for ‘em.” He’s ticking them off on his fingers. “Got a whole host of ways to cheat, but I’m bettin’ the ones y’ain’t better at, y’don’t even need. I’m told I make a good meatshield, but you don’t seem like you got need’d one’a those neither.” He narrows his gaze, grin shifting into more of a playful smirk. “Least I’d hope y’don’t. If y’left me outta fun I’d be right upset.”
He takes a deep, relieved breath and lifts his gaze to Tai’s as the threat of empty words passes. That small phrase was exactly what Loki had been searching for, and immediately his satisfaction is plain in his body language. Because in and of itself, that assurance that an attempt at proving good will would be made is a far more substantial promise than anything words alone had power to accomplish.
The comment on Loki’s potential triumphs earns the fennec the barest hint of a smirk, and he shakes his head. “No, I would not. Nor do I want to be told of my failures, if they are inevitable – I think the frustration would drive me mad.”
He nods as Tai lists the services he could potentially give, and his smirk grows to match that of the fennec. “If ever you are in need of a bit of excitement I assure you that I would never turn aside aid in battle. But I am relatively certain that whatever usefulness you have as a shield my magic can outmatch.”
“As I said before,” he continues with a nonchalant wave of his hand, “I will determine the cost of the filter once it has been put in place. But I have no doubt that we will manage to come to some fitting arrangement, given your rather singular talents.”
He hides his bewilderment with her tangential whimsy behind several consequent sips of tea, and watches her over the rim of the cup. He honestly has no idea what she is on about with her talk of dropped spoons and ineloquent mispronunciation, as these are not things in which he has ever found much humor. And he is trying hard not to show it.
His eyebrows flit subtly upward as she reveals the cause of her altered state, and he finally sets the cup down on the table as his interest is fully engaged, then allows his eyes to wander a bit as he processes what she has just told him.
They flick back to her at her greeting and meet her own eyes, and he quietly lifts the cup once more as he considers his words – though he doesn’t yet drink, preferring to stare into the dark liquid instead for his answer. “When you say that Ink operated on you,” he murmurs, “and that he extracted some dark part of you — how literally do you mean that?”
She scratches her head— carefully, as if just a touch afraid of tugging on something that should be left alone. “When… uh, when was the last time I ever spoke in metaphors or overstated somethin’? I’m more likely to understate…”
She takes up her cup to give her hands something to do. “Pretty damn literally. He led me into his lab— the one I built, ironically— and had me sit in a chair. He opened up my head. I was awake fer the whole thing.” She takes a drink.
“I couldn’t see what he was doing, what with my eyes being here,” She points to her face, “and my brain being up here behind m’eyes…” She points to the back of her skull. “… But yeah. I think I saw a … a glimpse of, some syringe, I can’t…” Her eyes squint shut. She swallows, and sets the cup down.
It thuds a bit louder than she’s meant to set it down. It shocks her awake again. “Oh- uh.” Her eyes search the table, then back up to Loki for her previous train of thought. “Right. S’difficult to explain, and I wasn’t exactly … able to pay attention.”
“S’remarkable, the things he does when he cares to keep you alive.” She chuckles.
He watches her carefully, narrowing his eyes slightly in scrutiny as she points out her obvious physiological limitations, and quietly arching an eyebrow as she slams the cup down on the table. He gives a light scoff at her statement as she chuckles, and runs his tongue ponderously between his lips as he considers all aspects of what she has just told him.
“Yes, that is remarkable,” he says slowly. “Not…the operation itself. That seems quite logical, in fact – one extracts poisons from the body, and while it would necessarily require greater skill, I suppose it is quite conceivable that poison might similarly be extracted from the mind. No…”
“What is remarkable is that he kept you awake during the process,” he muses. There is nothing accusing in his tone or manner; indeed, he seems somewhat fascinated by the notion. If also, perhaps, a little nervous. “You are his granddaughter, are you not?”
[[I think we currently have some threads but none of them are presently pressing.]]
((But see that’s my whole dilemma, is I don’t have any current threads that are pressing, so I have no idea where to start. >.<
“Heh. Sounds like Eddie. Who is the bride?” Edward was glad to talk about somethign that wasnt himself or Aaron.
Aaron nods a bit uncertainly. “His friend died recently, he’s a bit unnerved by it. But i think mostly he’s ok. He’s just not home often.”
I suppose Eddie.
“Hm. Yes, I would imagine so.” Loki regards Aaron thoughtfully for a moment.
“Do you know what he does when he is not at home?”
((OK, so I’m going to try a new system for motivating myself to do drafts.
If I owe you a response and you are currently online, like this post.
This will allow me to categorize by priority. And since I’m currently staring at a wall of 25-ish drafts, I need a way to break them into manageable chunks.))