“You’re lucky this dad hasn’t gutted you for talking my little brother into dealing drugs for you.”
❝ dealing drugs? no such thing! the only payment was for delivery i was unable to do myself because of other jobs i do. ❞
❝ it dad day. ❞ and today he will spend his day like this birthday, play piano instead of work.
‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥ ·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̩̩̥·̩̩̥̩̩̥˚̩̥̩̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ It had been a terrifying night.. She was just trying to get home when she had been cornered.. She wished she could make herself appear bigger and larger than life but she just felt so small.. Maybe it was because work itself had already kicked her while she was down.. or maybe she was just accepting that this was her lot in life given how often it had hurt her.. So when someone approached all of them and threatened the others.. And when they backed off she was in awe.. Her body still trembled as her breathing remained irregular but.. she wasn’t used to being saved.. She wasn’t used to life letting someone interfere.. “I’m not hurt.. Thank you..” She was in awe of the one who helped her. “..Thank you truly.. I..” Except her legs soon gave out and it was clear she was still struggling to recover from the entire situation that just happened.
❝ careful, careful. ❞ catching her by the arm he was sure to keep her from falling to the ground. of course someone would be weak in the knees from something like that.
simply moving her arm carefully now he had it lock with his. he gave a smile. ❝ help make sure you won't fall so i'll be support. ❞ he lead her away from where she was cornered. at the very least he will make sure she can get home safe and sound. ❝ i can call cab to bring you hope safe. that or walk with. ❞
ah, but where's his manners now? ❝ kimuri brandt, a horror writer and bar singer. ❞
“Tsk!” a crafty one that is. Victor noticed how fluent his movements were. He’s not someone he could end quickly–unless perhaps he used that. “A proper guy would not come uninvited, don’t you think? Who the hell are you?”
❝ come now, ❞ his tone came rather calm and neutral as he waited for the right opening to hit the blades away. ❝ is that how you treat the person that covered your messy tracks in the lake victor? ❞ that alone should give him the idea of why he was there. ❝ name's kimuri brandt... and i know more than you can ever imagine... kidding, i'm a simple writer that's all. ❞ what was the truth with his words?
❝ but really, is that how you treat a guest that came all this way to talk on things? ❞
“O-Oh, sure!” This was the first time he’d ever been invited into a client’s house– it caught him off guard. Ludger followed Kimuri inside and took a seat on the couch as instructed. While he waited, the Agent flipped open his GHS to text Leia to please keep Elle company because he’d be running late. She agreed immediately (after sending 10 different thumbs up emoticons), so that took care of his big worry. Right after he put his GHS away, Kimuri finally came back with two items: a package, and a manila envelope
The job was making two deliveries: the box to a family, and the envelope to a salesman on the opposite end of town. They’d know in advance he was coming, so it’d be a simple hand-off and a call to Kimuri he’d finished for a direct deposit into his bank account. But there was one possible complication: he might encounter package thieves along the way. Is what’s in these packages that important…? They don’t look expensive to me.
“Just so I’m not caught off-guard, can I ask what kind of thugs should I be expecting? Are they from a particular group or general area?” Ludger wouldn’t ask about the deliveries’ contents, but he’d like to vaguely know who he’d be defending the parcel and envelope from. Otherwise he could wander into an ambush without even realizing it, and who knows how well he’d do unprepared, outnumbered, and protecting two sensitive items.
“And this might sound silly, but do you prefer a certain time when I call? I’d um… hate to interrupt at a bad time.” Ludger couldn’t help a sigh whenever Nova called to remind him of his loan payments or Vera informing him a new Fractured Dimension popped up. Rarely did a day go by where his phone didn’t ring 3 times at least, and somehow always at the worst times too.
“No matter what though, I promise you won’t be disappointed. I’ll get these delivered safely.”
❝ different kinds so it's hard to pinpoint who might show. some may be dressed in black while others... looking like the usual faces you might pass by in town. ❞ to ask him who it might be would just give a rather large list. many would like to take what he has hold of to self in the black market or even have as evidence. but the contents of the box was something he didn't need to go in someone else's hands.
it's a life at stake for that one after all.
❝ they will usually be one or two people though, never more than that. ❞ he soon added. ❝ if any more than that then they will be easy to catch... ❞ and if it was the cause then he could have some of his men capture so he can get information from them.
a smile came to his face as he placed a hand on his shoulder. ❝ those are words i like hearing. good luck now. ❞
general rpc psa
If you receive any anons trying to incite your muse to interact with situations that involve cloning or fusing clones, please approach with caution. The sender is likely a notorious individual who has a clone fetish who attempts to coerce roleplayers into writing out fetish scenarios for them without the recipient’s knowledge or consent. They’ve been doing this for at least 4-5 years, with some reports they’ve been at this for much longer and with other fetishes.
They like to target female muses, animal-based muses, and Pokemon muses. If you’ve seen sightings of them recently outside the Pokemon RPC, leave a reply to this post and I’ll edit this PSA accordingly.
As a general note, you do not have to answer every ask that comes your way. If you receive something in your inbox that makes you feel even slightly uncomfortable, you’re allowed to delete it, and, if you prefer, IP block the sender. You do not have to justify it in any way to anyone. It’s your RP blog, and you’re in your right to set up a boundary of what you’re willing to respond to for yourself.
As a note to the individual this post is warning about, if you see this, it’s ok to have a fetish. That’s fine. No one is vilifying you for thinking clones are hot. What ISN’T ok is tricking people into producing material for you. It doesn’t matter if there’s nothing obviously sexual about it.
ASK FOR CONSENT FIRST.
Yo, mod Zaveid here to add onto this since I dealt with this anon in the past as well. The muses they targeted from me were ones that looked or were in fact minors. In my case both muses were male for me. I’m not sure if the anon is the same or not but I do have a feeling it is the same, and in that case i would advise anyone that get asks from that anon to block them and not engage them at all.
SAY WHAAAAAAAAAA - Wayne Brady
"Yes, and...”
Hey guys, this is Katie! And tonight I want to talk real quick about something called the “Yes, and” rule. It’s one of the cardinal rules of improv and to be honest I REALLY think the rp community would do well to follow it too.
It’s essentially a way to prevent yourself from godmodding, and in general it’s a big bit of courtesy.
So, as mentioned, this is a big thing in improv. I did improv for years in college, so it’s one of those things I follow on instinct at this point, and boy is it jarring when someone breaks it. And what do ya know! I see it broken a lot. Believe me, this isn’t a call out. I just think it’s something everyone should know and consider.
The “Yes, and…” rule is as follows:
If someone presents a reality to you, however ridiculous it may seem, you accept it and build upon it, sometimes redirecting toward something you’re more comfortable with, and sometimes continuing down the rabbit hole they’ve created. More simply, you don’t tell someone no. You respond “Yes, and…”
In laymen’s terms: If you’re doing an rp, and my muse goes;
“Hey! The sky sure is bright and blue today!”
Don’t reply with;
“What? No, the sky is overcast and grey.”
“Why not?”, you may be asking. Isn’t conflict good? Sure, but here’s the thing,
-This is rude. It makes it seem like every muse should conform to yours and the world of yours.
-It brings the thread to a screeching halt. If our job as roleplayers is to build off of the other persons reply, how am I, the op, supposed to build off of that? “Oh, sorry, I guess I’m blind!”?
-To reiterate the first point: Indie tumblr roleplay, by design, makes it so every single muse is at least partially living in their own separate reality that occasionally merges with others that might fit. Tis the nature of the beast. It’s not very fun to have your characters reality shot down unprompted, right? So keep that in mind when replying to others.
And that’s really all I have to say. Again, this isn’t a call out. I myself certainly have things I can improve on. We all can! Which is why I think it was important to make this post. So please, keep this in mind! I think it will go a long way in improving your threads and overall roleplaying experience!
Evil Eyes (2019)
“Child?” She repeats without even taking a breath. There was something about the way he spoke that was off putting to her. “I’m no child of man. I’d refrain from the condescendence.” She was curt about the conversation, doing her best to keep her emotions in check. “ And yet, I suppose this sort of thinking is normal with ‘higher than any living being’ standards.” Yuko looked back into scenery–looking at him now would only anger her. Hands said at her lap, fingers curled. “Is this…fun to you? Not pretending to be human…just…pretending to be around others like this?”
❝ when i say child ... i mean you are young. i call many child as you are all young in this old man's eyes. there is no condescendence. simply misunderstanding as i refuse to tell much on myself. ❞ he sighed as he closed his eyes. relaxing despite how the other now seemed bothered by his words. it's a shame how things go at times. but nothing can be helped. ❝ no. i try to hardly think as of late. boring otherwise. ❞ he spoke before moving a gloved hand to scratch at his neck. pausing once more as she spoke. ❝ this is better than my old life... i get to do things instead of tell other beings what they want to know is the best course of action on what they want to do. there was no joy in that life... and in time i was no longer sought... so it was best for me to make a new life for myself... as something else. ❞
Heh. Ok, I'll bite. *attacks you like a mountain lion*
“Is it? My friends say I could stand to be a bit more cutthroat.” Well, most of them; Jude was the sole person in his corner by having the same problem. But in this instant, it worked in his favor: he got a tip and an old recipe to spice things up in the kitchen. Was his cooking hobby that obvious…? “But thank you very much! I’ll try this recipe out when I get home tonight.” Ludger bowed and then neatly folded the recipe to fit in his leg pouch.
Though before he went anywhere, the client had another juice offer to put on the table: quick jobs he kept off the board to make sure the right people took care of them. Nova was supposed to call him soon about another big loan payment, so maybe it’d be good to get a little more gald in his pocket…
“Um… Do you have one of those jobs available right now? I like to set aside emergency money just in case, and I’ve got a few new… obligations to deal with now.” Namely a child and a woman with a child’s maturity. While they were both respectful (to a degree) with his budgeting, a sudden halt in steady cash flow would break their current system. And with the dangers Fractured Dimensions posed, accidents were all too possible.
❝ nothing wrong with bring a bit soft. ❞ came his reply as he chuckled. there were times he knew he should be a bit soft himself, but at times it was hard to take such action. at least his kids see him in a soft light if not silly. ❝ it's a good one, my kids always look forward to it when i make it. ❞ he replied with a simple smile, soon leaning against the doorframe as to show he was more relaxed in that moment.
but now as the young male asked if he had any jobs he could take on right then, the writer's smile faded slightly before returning is not slightly bigger. ❝ world does revolve around money huh? i believe i have a few you can take on as they are in the same location. ❞ taking a step back he moved to have room for the other to step inside his home. ❝ step inside and i'll explain the jobs for you. it's not something i need others listening in on. ❞
heading further in the house he stopped for a moment. ❝ you can take a seat on the couch for right now, i need to grab things i need delivered. ❞ with that he stepped inside another room for a while. when he came back he had a box in one hand and an manila envelope in the other. ❝ these are going to two families in rushagal. it's in the.... less fortunate side of town... the box is more important so i'd like for it to get to the family as soon as possible. their house is pretty much at a dead end, they are the only ones there that have some wind ornaments. as for the envelope... it will go to a man on the east side. he's usually trying to sell things to those willing to listen. there won't be any need to answer any questions from them. once done you can contact me and i'll have your payment transferred to your account. sound good? ❞ he showed his ghs for a moment before moving it to show him his contact information so he would be able to call him as soon as he's done with the job.
❝ make sure they get those and no one else alright? there will be some thugs that might try to get in the way on this. ❞
bazaar e tajrish, tehran
She’s just going to eye all the candy until she gets some. “Make sure you have something to eat other than candy too. I can’t say I know how long all of your meetings might be, or if they’re even gonna offer you a snack or two.” Yuko sounds almost like she’s doting. Almost. “So uh. Are you gonna share some?” Yuko asks, humming happily beside.
pausing for a moment, he looked to her. ❝ i know. might stop at some places to eat in free time. ❞ offering her some of his candy he closed the drawer. ❝ of course ❞ he chuckled before patting her head, slightly playing with one of her cat ears for a moment before withdrawing his hand. ❝ you sounded a bit worried for my well-being a while ago too. are you trying to turn into a wife? ❞ he joked as he looked to her.
“Screw you. The only thing I’m treating you is the end of my blades!”
❝ what an amusing little man you are~ ❞