Ok, I just deleted everything roleplay related. I don’t know why I try anymore. Just a prompt, though I know noone really is around here anyway.

feathersofsilver:

roleplayerscoffeeshop:

I don’t mean to hate on original characters, but I can’t stand OCs with their foot in every fandom. Like, for example: They live in Mystic Falls with a vacation home in Storybrooke. Their parents are from the Avengers and Supernatural, their uncle is Sherlock, they work part time for SHIELD and their best friends are Spiderman, Lizzie McGuire and Harry Potter. It’s not that I don’t like cross-overs, but too many is just preposterous! 

Ah for Fuck’s sake people. First of all, every character started out as well thought out OC, before it got famous. Second of all, the description is not of an OC, but a Mary-Sue. These are usually the omnipotent special snowflakes with Loki/Sherlock/Castiel/God himself/etc as their father and I don’t know, Lucifer as mommy and everything is fucking rainbow and sunshine, but they will crush you to pieces if you dare call upon their bullshit and have no flaws. You are talking about a fucking Bella Swan. You are talking about the genius kids in the Sherlock/Iron man/Criminal minds fandom, where people get their doctorates at the age of 16 or what the hell, the princess Moonshine-Honey-Hope-(imagine 20 more middle names here) Malfoy/Riddle/Potter kids who moved from America and got instantly better grades, than Hermione and in fact killed their father/lover/husband/brother the goddamn Voldemort himself instead of Harry in the Potter fandom and so on and so on.

THAT IS NOT AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER. I REPEAT. THAT IS NOT THE DESCRIPTION OF AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER.

Because you had one bad experience you shouldn’t bash a whole group of people who spent loads of time and effort to create their characters. I know very well the ones you mention are the trash of the roleplaying community and it gets tiring and blabla, but you are placing everyone under the same roof with them. It’s unfair. And ignorant.

locksofsilver:

Here’s the same without the title. Made by me.

Wardruna - Dagr

It has been long, since he have chosen his own image, though true, noone would have recognised him if he would appear on their front porch as the Rökkr god of divine flame. Nevertheless he enjoyed the menialities of life on Earth. Besides all the self-proclaimed special snowflakes he cherished teasing and offending to no ends, humanity was as buzzing and in its grace as ever, using and not wasting their gifts.

Loptr got used to the quiet life London provided. Or as quiet as it could have been compared to a god. He managed an apartment and some dummy accounts leading to an anonimous one, his, so there would be no suspicion to nor his income nor the alteregos he kept. The low profile habitat however, had its own problems, for one he could not merely steal or apparate anything to his comfort, he usually went out to attain himself everything. So did he this afternoon, walking down the small cobble-stone of the aisle leading to the small shop. The late afternoon brought a chilly breeze along with the golden shades of the end of the sky, as the Sun was finishing its daily course. Stepping inside, he nodded politely to the assistant, already an acquaintance there before heading to look over some products. As his eyes browsed the shelves he did not notice there was someone else standing beside him, ending up in a bump. - Oh, do forgive me, I... - His hand automaticly catched the upper part of his lips, reaching to the part they were sewn shut, though in this form they could not be seen, as he recognised the woman standing in front of him. - … I did not pay attention.

Loptr despises all who think he or his race are frost giants. There are no or any kind of insinuations of ice beside mountains and the castle of Utgard made of ice. He is the entity of fire and in no circumstance does he turn blue with horns.

Click on the Swedish one. Just got fed up a bit always hearing “sidjin”.

Artist: Wardruna

Album: Gap Var Ginnunga

Song: Bjarkan

Wardruna, Bjarkan

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