Send ⛈ To Find My Muse In The Middle Of A Thunderstorm, Alone And Soaked.

PSA: I do not have a great deal of rules. I try to be very flexible for my partners. That being said... 1. Heavily Bethesda verse (Fallout, Starfield and Elderscrolls if possible) (Will also do Alien series, Star Trek anything that has androids) 2. Willing to do romance, but only if it feels right and has built up over time. 3. I will not write graphic smut. We can fade to black, but that is it. 4. Should go without saying if you think pedo shite is okay then DNI. You're not allowed here. 5. I have a terrible phobia of snakes so please don't post snake pics in our RP if you use icons in RP. 6. Don't trash religions. Let people believe what they want. 7. Please don't talk politics with me. I don't want to hear it. I'm here to RP and have fun not listen to BS. 8. You don't have to match my length in RP, but please give me something to work with instead of a one-liner "s/he smiled" response. 9. Do not godmod me. That is fail RP. You want my character to look at you? Guess what now he's gonna look at that tree over there. 10. I am mostly text based, but I do not mind if you use icons or fancy texts provided it is legible. 11. I cannot trim posts with 'the new tumblr' so I will do a 'continued from X' and that will just have to sit at the top of the reblogs like some odd title. 12. I will not leave tumblr to RP on Discord please stop asking. 13. I'm very sporadic in activity. Don't worry I'm not going to demand you 'send me a password' to prove you read this. We're on the honor system here, friend.

"Anger is better than despair, Captain." It may not exactly be the most comforting, but it was the only word of advice that he could offer in this situation. It was a human choice that had to be made. He began to look around the ship for what he could find to perhaps do some repairs. A lot had been pulled out of the ship, probably floated far off by now, but there were a lot of panels he could remove to try to repair the hole at the very least. It would expose some wiring and the like but that was something that would not be an immediate problem. Nobody would be fumbling around back here anyways and that hole needed sealing. He moved off in search of any crates that might have been tied down to strip of their metal siding and the torch so he could get to welding... and perhaps he could weld the vents shut while he was at it. Keep them trapped inside as long as possible. Fortunately the torch was locked up safe. If they had lost that their situation would have been far worse than it was now.

"I can't make that decision for you, Captain." He didn't know what the best choice for them would be. He only knew that they needed to exercise extreme caution due to the creature being pregnant and more than likely laying eggs in those vents.

It was quite intelligent to his knowledge and he was certain that it had managed to find a way to survive. Nothing was more important than offspring to any species and it would do whatever it took to persevere them. He supposed that they may be able to contact the UC and have precautions put in place to land in quarantine, because the UC wanted the creature and they wanted it badly. For what he did not know, but he feared it may not be good. And a pregnant creature at that? He didn't think that there were any truly good answers here. "The UC would undoubtedly sell an arm and a leg to get that creature. Perhaps you ought to contact them for aid."

— Friedrich Nietzsche (via lunamonchtuna)

me wanting to do specific threads with specific ships and talk to specific people but not messaging any of them bc im Insecure™ and afraid of being annoying

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lolita." Although at the mention of another android he grew curious, because he had not met many others of his kind. Synthetics were fairly secrete to the general population. He also found himself curious at this time capsule that she mentioned. He didn't have any knowledge of such a thing, but the galaxy was a very big place and humanity did not know everything that existed out there. It would be arrogant to assume they did. "I'm uncertain. Conventional medicine has failed me and I've been unable to help them." He looked over this so called time capsule, this Lolita and attempted to process and understand what he was looking at. No scans he made revealed any information that made sense to him. "I should like to preserve as much life as possible. I'm afraid I won't allow your Captain leave until he's tested and cleared."

He observed this oddity before him from beneath his hood. He'd been many places in the galaxy, but this... this he did not know quite what to make of other than the fact that it was something alien to him. But that was besides the point. He had come here for more important matters. "My designation is C.A.Z." Brushing his rain dotted hood back he folded his hands together in front of himself. "I detected an anomaly and feared someone had landed so I came to warn your Captain that this is a quarantined planet. An illness has spread amongst the people here."

it’s a little bit ridiculous and silly to expect oc’s to have fully completed biographies and all the details finished before they enter rpc.  oc’s are a constant development.  the canon characters you love had years of being developed,  edits,  beta testers, rewrites etc.  and people’s portrayals of them continually change and grow within rp.  roleplay is collaborative and part of that is with oc’s,  a lot of the finer detailers can only be fleshed out through writing.  the only place they have to go through that development process is through threads and plotting. and it’s a beautiful thing to get to be there from the start to have your muse be integral to the development of your partner’s character.  

of course,  i get needing the basic information,  that is definitely rp etiquette.  but expecting oc’s to have to have months or years worth of developmental work somehow just magically done in mere days to fit some wack standard is just kind of stupid as fuck tbh 

detroit: become human starters! trigger warnings: death, blood, trauma, gun violence

❝ i don’t know what to do anymore. ❞

❝ no matter what i decide, i know there will be blood. ❞

❝ i’m trying to find answers, but everything around me just keeps falling apart. ❞

❝ humans hate us. ❞

❝ what do you really want? ❞

❝ you’re just a fucking machine! ❞

❝ why did you have to wake up when all you had to do was obey? ❞

❝ what do you mean, you want? ❞

❝ what i want is not important. ❞

❝ i want you to leave her alone. ❞

❝ don’t you dare fucking move. ❞

❝ obey! that’s an order. ❞

❝ i can’t do that. ❞

❝ do yourself a favor and stay out of my way. ❞

❝ sometimes i think you have more humanity than most humans. ❞

❝ no, please, i don’t wanna leave you. i can’t. please, i don’t wanna leave you. ❞

❝ you look human. you sound human. but what are you, really? ❞

❝ you don’t feel emotions. you fake them. ❞

❝ i told you not to move! why do you never do what i say?! ❞

❝ i know what i am, and what i am not. ❞

❝ moment of truth. what’re you gonna do? ❞

❝ are you hurt? ❞

❝ i’m okay. ❞

❝ i need her. and she needs me. ❞

❝ why couldn’t we just be happy? ❞

❝ are you afraid to die? ❞

❝ i was scared. ❞

❝ why didn’t you shoot? ❞

❝ i would’ve shot them if i could. ❞

❝ i was just a machine. taking orders. ❞

❝ why are you so determined to kill yourself? ❞

❝ i thought you were dead. ❞

❝ you can’t kill me. i’m not alive. ❞

❝ i wanted to live. ❞

❝ who i was doesn’t really matter anymore. ❞

❝ one day i realized it wasn’t fair. ❞

❝ i’m faster than you and i don’t feel pain. you stand no chance against me. ❞

❝ i’ve learned a lot since i met you. ❞

❝ you said you used to come here a lot before… before what? ❞

❝ i know what i should’ve done, i told you i couldn’t! ❞

❝ maybe you did the right thing. ❞

**light-hearted section!**

❝ hey. bring me a coffee, dipshit. ❞

❝ this is not gonna look good on my expense account… ❞

❝ don’t put any more evidence in your mouth. you got it? ❞

❝ sounds like a good day to stay in bed. ❞

❝ your meal contains 1.4 times the recommended daily intake of calories, and twice the cholesterol level. you shouldn’t eat that. ❞

❝ —sorry about the window. ❞

❝ my humblest apologies, i promise i’ll never shoot you again. ❞

❝ i’m certainly going to miss our bromance. ❞

"But, Captain... the parasite." He realized that they had gotten into a very dangerous situation. If these raiders managed to get infected and carried it to other planets... a good portion of humanity could be wiped out. He quickly snatched up the blood sample from the floor and rushed it to the make-shift lab to get the processing started so that it could be analyzed quickly once the problem at hand was dealt with. With the sample cooking he hurried into the other room to find a weapon to prepare to defend them. Normally it was against his programming to harm a human, but there were some cases in which he could act, and this was one of them. Still, he would try to resolve it peacefully until he was left with no other choice.

He paused mid crawl and glanced at the intercom, about to get up and answer when he saw a motion out of the corner of his eye disappear behind a crate in the far back of the cargo hold. By the time he managed to get around the crates he only found an open grate that led into the ventilation systems. Out of the frying pan and into the fire as the humans so liked to phrase it. There was no way he was going to fit into the ventilation system as big as he was. He would need to find an alternative. Standing he hurried over towards intercom. "Captain, I'm afraid the creature's cage was damaged in the collision. It has escaped into the ventilation."

Copernicus' interior.