Muses for RP Purposes

No one’s been excluded because I don’t like them or don’t want to write with them. If I’ve forgotten something/someone and you’re still interested in plotting/writing long threads and story arcs please feel free to hmu and let’s see what we can work out, yes? Love yall.

Folks whose long threads/plots I’m planning to continue on the dash unless they notify me otherwise:

@vyrulent

@neko-mun-rp

@folkiisms

@thetragicboysclub

@ask-ace-of-swords

I’m pretty sure this is due to my neurodivergency and the difficulty I have keeping things organized. It’s like I’ll know I have threads piling up but won’t know where they are or how much I owe because I ALSO FORGET TO DRAFT THINGS. 

ANYWAY, belabored point being, I just don’t think tumblr is very accessible for me and the way my brain works, in terms of long, plotted threads- which are my faves, and which people most anticipate replies from bc we spend so much time and effort planning them. Naturally. 

I’ve been doing plotted threads with folks on discord lately and it’s just...so much better. So much easier to keep track of things, so much easier to reply in a timely fashion. So, as much as I’m sure we’re all tired of things changing drastically, this is one I’m going to have to institute here (this will be added to my RULES page):

From now on, I’m going to ask that all long, plotted threads be done over discord. I will continue around 5 threads with partners I’ve plotted with/talk to fairly regularly on the dash, provided they are not willing to move them to discord, but 5 is about all I can really keep consistent track of without getting overloaded. 

I will continue to do RP memes, shorter/non-plotted back and forth things, more casual stuff here. The blog will be kind of my base of operations and will remain active.

I completely understand if people aren’t willing to make the switch to discord- just know that I can only plot/thread with a finite amount of people on the dash so I may have to turn some things down. I appreciate your understanding. 

I already have an idea in mind of which dash threads I’m going to keep, but this is gonna be kind of a selective process at the end of figuring out who is able to move threads. I really don’t want to have to nix ANY threads so, please, please, if we’ve plotted something and you are willing/able to move them to discord PLEASE let me know. 

I maaaay be selective about who I add there. Or I may not. I’m really looking for more people to write/thread with there, so please only add me if that’s an interest of yours as well. Ofc we can chat and plot too, naturally, but I’d like to do some RP interaction there as well. 

“You’re the only new face I’ve seen. I could help you try and locate him. I tend to work the most with my husband, so I sort of know what it feels like…being apart. Would you let me? Maybe that’ll clear me as a suspect.”

Margot slowly, albeit reluctantly, lowered her gun. She had known something was different when the calm, sprightly woman had approached her; this wasn’t the type of presentation she knew well, even in the most kind, optimistic, and comfortable of wastelanders. No, hers seemed to be a quality that had been lost in the war. That lack of healthy suspicion...and rotted teeth, for another. 

And then it occurred to her that the landscape surrounding them was...untouched. No scorched earth, just lush, green, East Coast foliage. Her heart caught in her throat, but she tried not to make this apparent to the stranger. 

IN THE MEANTIME, please let me know what you need. In the same way I’ve made bread for my neighbors after hurricanes when there was no food supply I will absolutely be happy to throw distractions at folks. 

You want a muse? A thread? A plot? Need to chat? Need to vent? Need a commission to compensate for work hours? Let me know. This is not the time for shyness. Throw yourself at me, I will help. I am here for all of you and I have all the time in the world right now. 

We WILL be fine, but in the meantime know that I’m here for each and every one of you. We got this guys. 

russian roulette starter call || 6 || @asthebirchtreefalls· ( crowley )

“I like your whole Russell Brand thing you got going,” she told the stranger. She’d watched him walk in, strutting as if he owned the place, and he’d piqued her interest almost immediately. He looked like a rather fun person to get to know. Anita could tell almost immediately that trouble was more than likely his middle name and she was all too happy to introduce herself to him. 

“Is that your real accent or is it put on to make the ladies swoon?”

“Russell bloody Brand? Really?” 

Not that this comparison hadn’t been made to him before- that, and the bloke from Maroon 5, as well as some others he wouldn’t dare repeat out of sheer disappointment and shame. Not that Crowley was fond of being compared to anyone else, but if it had to happen he would’ve preferred a Jim Morrison mention. Maybe even Lou Reed, that would be acceptable too.

But that was humans for you- always thinking of new, strange things and people in relation to that which was already familiar.   

And then she went on to question his accent. If the lady was trying to flirt, Crowley wasn’t sure he was into it. That was alright, these things could be rectified. 

“I can speak in several others, if you like. Languages too. Catalan, for one, but I’m not overly fond of the lisp.” Anyway, enough was enough. “Look, if you’re going for an interrogation you might as well buy me a drink first. Maybe your obvious attractiveness has let you skate by thus far without observing proper etiquette, but I’m afraid I’m not that easy, darling.”  

@asthebirchtreefalls​ could use a brother in this time of need…

The rental wasn’t close to the majesty of his miata, but it got him to and from. This was hardly impressive, but given his and Leroy’s fractured relationship, Doc saw himself in need of reaching out to his brother by bond. In the back seat was a cooler filled with an assortment of drinks. Arthur was trying to use less alcohol, but he had brought enough to keep things interesting. “I can’t believe you agreed to this dumb idea…” He chuckled as they kept on the road. Moonlight reflected off the eerily calm ocean as it came into view. The mournful refrain of the Thompson Twins echoed from the radio and reminded him just how much he missed his state of the art stereo system and subscription radio on his sporty little car, but at least the song was a beautiful one… and one that set the mood. ‘You say I’m a dreamer, we’re two of a kind Both of us searching for some perfect world we know we’ll never find So perhaps I should leave here, yeah yeah go far away But you know that there’s no where that I’d rather be than with you here Today’ 

Arthur looked over at the passenger seat at Leroy and sighed, then quickly returned his eyes to the road. “Stargazing…a few beers. Sorry we’re doing this in the cold, but… figure we could use the sobering up since one of us might get buzzed.” He was the designated driver of course and he couldn’t afford another accident. Not with his heart barely hanging on. “…I don’t think I ever asked you what you remembered about Hatching Day. Bossy took a shine to you and Stealthy that you were the two i never asked. I can hardly remember that day. Everything is cloudy and murky… and I remember you came to us last. Seems odd… you’re almost my age. Give or take a bit… You’re not quite an old gasbag yet. Like there’s no rhyme or reason to our actual ages. We were all just hatched at different stages of life.” Turning towards their usual picnic spot near the seashore, Doc began to park the car with twists of the wheel and switching the gears. “So did you just pop out of that egg and yell Happy Birthday? I think Sneezy yelled that.” He scoffed for a moment, then smiled.

Things had been...difficult lately. Leroy wasn’t really the type to sugarcoat situations (much the opposite, usually) or try to look at anything without the due amount of severity and then some, but the thoughts brewing in him lately were darker and more hopeless than usual...two things that would have compromised his ability to do anything right by anyone. In this particular circumstance, ignoring these thoughts, burying them far beneath the rest of the clutter in his brain, downplaying everything was the best defensive action he had. 

He had to be something for everyone, right? Serve Snow and Charming. Look out for his brothers. Leave Astrid the fuck alone. In between all this, there wasn’t really room to be anything other than resilient and unaffected. Except...he figured there might be a place alone in the rental car with Doc. 

Their relationship wasn’t what Leroy would have ever characterized as functional. Maybe it was in its own way, in a way that considered constant arguments and an underlying wrestle for dominance a healthy situation. Either way, Doc had seen and knew the worst of him, there wasn’t really anything to hide in his company alone. There was something very liberating about that. So, yeah, of course he had agreed to the ‘dumb idea’. How often were they on their own to safely air grievances and deep-seated issues, after all? 

Leroy didn’t answer the question until they had parked and he’d retrieved, uncapped a beer. 

“I don’t really wanna talk about Hatching Day,” he said in a way that suggested as much as he didn’t want to talk about it, there might have indeed been a logic to doing so that he couldn’t avoid. “Yeah. I remember it. Probably one of my most vivid memories from back then. I mean, it was the start of all this shit, after all.” 

He gestured broadly to the mediocrity and disappointment that surrounded him. Alcoholism. Depression. Barely scraping by. Leroy took a resigned swig, stayed silent for a beat afterwards, then looked to his bottle of local Maine craft brew contemplatively. He would’ve been just fine with a Bud Light.