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RP blog for OC Iris Restall, fledgling vigilante and mutantMun and Muse are 20+Violent and sexual themes, possibly NSFWCreated for Marvel and DC comic verses but will rp with othersPlease read Rules (#1) before interactingCheck out Timeline (#6) for current happenings
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My kitten (he was a little over a year old, but still growing like a lovely, vibrant weed) died yesterday. It was....so sudden. Literally hanging out with me one moment and then the next gone. I might post some pictures or videos of him. He was such a cutie pie.
Please don't need me for a little while. I'm so sad I'm in physical pain (which is odd, but grief does things). I'll be ok, but I need some space/time.
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Very Brief Guide to [tumblr], for Reddit refugees
Shit You Must Do Right Fucking Now:
Change your profile picture, blog header, and title to something other than the defaults. Do it right now. You will be mistaken for a bot otherwise, and blocked.
Go into Settings -> Dashboard, scroll down to Preferences, and turn off the options in the picture. This will get rid of most of the algorithmic stuff.
Turn off Tumblr Live. You have to snooze it once every 7 days for some stupid reason. It's hosted through another company and will steal your data if you use it.
Go to your blog settings (under the little person menu) and turn off these two settings:
Turn off infinite scroll (lags the site) and turn on timestamps on posts, in the same menu as Preferences.
Basic Features of the Site:
Reblogs drive the entire site. If you'd upvote something on Reddit, you'd reblog it on Tumblr. You can add text, images, or tags to a reblog, but you're not required to.
The dashboard is the equivalent to your Reddit feed, and contains the posts of all the people you follow, with the newest at the top
You can send an ask to someone, and it'll appear in their askbox for them to answer. You can receive them too, or turn off the settings if you don't want.
Tags aren't actually used for finding stuff (search function is dogshit), but are more for categorizing. People also talk in tags. Because Tumblr is weird, you can't use quotation marks (") or commas in them without fucking it up
You can filter both tags and phrases under Account Settings; doing this will put a filter over a post that contains them, which you'll have to click through to see the post itself. Useful for avoiding hate speech or blocking out annoying stuff
You can make polls in posts. Here's one now.
Likes are useless. They literally do fuck-all except send a notification to the OP.
Stuff Tumblr Does That Other Sites Don't:
Very old posts (I'm talking from like 2012) often circulate on this site. There's no such thing as a post being "too old" to reblog
Blocking is highly encouraged; you can block someone for any reason. Even for just being annoying.
If you and someone else are following each other, you are mutuals. Mutuals are fucking awesome and are treasured like friends. Mutuals are a thing on other sites but Tumblr treats em differently.
You can screenshot someone's tags if you like them and add them to a reblog. This is called "peer review"
Sometimes someone will find a blog and go through it and like/reblog a bunch of posts. This is totally fine and not "creepy" like it is seen as on other sites.
Tumblr jokes often rely on Continuing The Bit and a "yes, and?" attitude. Goncharov is probably the best example of this.
We are fucking infested with bots. They will either have totally blank profiles or be filled with porn. Block and report on sight.
Censorship is pretty lax here. I can say "I want to brutally stab Elon Musk to death and watch him bleed out in front of a crowd" and nobody gives a shit.
General Etiquette:
Don't try to do epic clapbacks here, you'll probably just get laughed at or blocked. If someone is bugging you or spouting bigoted bullshit, block them.
Reblog art!!! Artists often struggle to gain traction on here; reblogging will give them a boost.
Not every reblog needs a comment or tag in it
You can go all out with tagging your stuff to organize it, or you can just leave it all blank. Someone might ask "hey, can you tag these posts as [x]?" and you can decide if you want to do that or not. It's generally polite to oblige, but "no" is still reasonable.
Avoid discourse like the plague. Filter it, block people who start it, scroll past it when you see it. Just don't get involved in it. Ever.
Don't put fandom tags or jokes on someone's posts about serious matters or personal shit
You're responsible for curating your own dashboard; if you complain about constantly seeing stuff you don't like, that's probably on you. Don't be afraid to unfollow.
Follower count doesn't matter much here and you don't have to make yours known if you don't want to.
Reblog, don't repost. Reblogging keeps the credit and doesn't "steal" engagement like Twitter retweets.
If someone likes something a LOT, they might reblog it like 30 times in a row. This is normal
Having a post blow up is actually kinda a bad thing, since it floods your notifications. There's a sort of in-joke about how having a big post is awful and people jokingly try to stop their own posts from blowing up, often in vain.
Tips:
Get XKit Rewritten if you're on desktop, it's a really helpful extension
In the little drop-down menu next to the 'Post now' button you can either save a draft, schedule a post, or add it to your queue. The queue lets you post things in order at a certain interval, which you can change. It's good for spreading stuff out over time.
You can use Shift+R to quickly reblog stuff and Shift+Q to queue!
Filter your notifications under Activity - you can also see some neat graphs
Find each other! If you want your old Reddit communities to stick together, seek out other refugees and follow them.
Have fun on [tumblr], everyone!
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Iris was about to say that he couldn’t kill the millions of birds that lived in the area, then she remembered what Bullseye was capable of and smartly kept her mouth shut.
She crossed her arms. "I was hoping that we had the same target and could work together. But you're more trouble than you're worth. And you have a flair for the dramatic." She looked as a couple of birds chased each other across the sky, chirping like mad.
"Besides, it doesn't sound like we have the same...problem. Target. Person," she snorted with frustration, "you know what I mean." She looked back at him. "Can I work now or are you going to keep throwing things at me?"
An Unexpected Surprise
The day was beautiful. The sky was clear and blue, the sun was bright and warm, and the birds were in full force. It was the mating season, and Iris and her fellow ornithology friends got some of the best data during this time of year.
It was intensive work, but important. Keeping track of which birds were successfully mating, which were killed from what, which mating pairs were successful in hatching their clutch, and on and on and on it went.
But it was nice work. Good work. Peaceful work. It was just Iris and the birds. She lifted her work camera and took a couple of pictures before making some notes on a clipboard. She then went back to her sketch of the birds, staring at them, drawing from muscle memory. Iris was oblivious to the world.
@asmilelikegenocide
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ooc update
if i don’t reply to y’all’s posts by Friday please gently nag me about it. i have an awful head cold and it’s alarming how much that’s been impacting me. so please remind me! <3
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Iris rolled her eyes. “For a man who’s face looks like a cracked egg when he’s upset, you really don’t know anything do you?” She didn’t bother hiding her disdain. “Birds have eyes. Birds have ears. They can't smell, but they see, and hear, and say things Bullseye.”
She took a breath. “I’m regrouping. By being...normal. At least as normal as I can get. It’s failing miserably.” She shook her head and muttered something about goading doctors into giving her things she didn’t actually need. “The point is, I'm trying to avoid certain people."
Iris suddenly tilted her head to the side. "Who are you after?" Perhaps, if she was very lucky, the person he was after was connected and then that would just make Iris' life easy. She was not banking on this, but Bullseye was here, and she might as well ask, especially since he was here and bothering her work.
An Unexpected Surprise
The day was beautiful. The sky was clear and blue, the sun was bright and warm, and the birds were in full force. It was the mating season, and Iris and her fellow ornithology friends got some of the best data during this time of year.
It was intensive work, but important. Keeping track of which birds were successfully mating, which were killed from what, which mating pairs were successful in hatching their clutch, and on and on and on it went.
But it was nice work. Good work. Peaceful work. It was just Iris and the birds. She lifted her work camera and took a couple of pictures before making some notes on a clipboard. She then went back to her sketch of the birds, staring at them, drawing from muscle memory. Iris was oblivious to the world.
@asmilelikegenocide
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OOC: I’m recovering! <3
so I am finally in a place where I can reply to rps/do starters. Does anyone want to rp? If so, please either message me or reply to this so I can get the shenanigans rolling again <3
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ooc: heckin’ weird dream
y’all...Y’ALL....
Last night I had a dream that @the-graves-family and @asmilelikegenocide and I were all our characters. Like we were ourselves but at one point we became not ourselves and completely our characters....
So Aaron and Bullseye and Daken were all there (at some house I think it was Daken’s?????) and having an orgy, and having an amazing time apparently. And Iris comes in and is like “OMG there are too many dicks out you are all gross, Bullseye, Aaron, we have a job to do.” (what this job was I have no idea), and Bullseye kept laughing and just like not getting dressed and rubbing in his lack of clothing in Iris’ face and Aaron was like in a weird drug/sex happy haze and was just rolling around in blankets and Daken was running around like “I AM KING OF THE WORLD THIS IS MY DOMAIN” and Iris was just like “I am so done with this shit” but couldn’t leave without Aaron and Bullseye so she just like sat on a sofa and read a magazine
I dunno, such a wild dream, had to make y’all suffer with me XD
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ooc update:
So I’ve got a new job and have put in my two weeks notice for my toxic, not so great job. My college class has just started but once I’m done with next week I’ll have a heck of a lot more time and a heck of a better mental head space.
Please be patient with me a little longer! I’m still in recovery/survival mode in a lot of areas, but i haven’t forgotten about y’all or our rps <3
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OOC Update:
I’ve been in and out of the hospital this week for various medical things. This week has sucked on a mind blowing level. Thankfully my life is not in danger anymore (it looked close at one point and that was very 0/10) and I finally have a new job just about lined up. In person interview on Monday (which is also a day off of work for me), so fingers crossed!
All of that said, thank you for your patience, and I’ll be replying to rps soon! <3
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Iris rolled her eyes. Of course he would correct her, and of course he would be able to do upward crunches, and of course he wouldn’t go for the bait.
“I haven’t changed that,” she said flatly. She took a step back, namely to give herself some breathing room, but there was no point in leaving. Nor was there any point in arguing. Bullseye was good at hitting moving targets. Of course there was the question of why he cared, but he was kind of like a crow himself. One never knew what would capture his attention, and any change, once he was aware of it, was interesting.
She grunted at her internal assessment of the man. Why couldn’t he be more like a....vulture? He kind of looked like a King Vulture now that she thought of it. Iris sighed. She glanced around to make sure no one could overhear.
“I’m trying to suppress my mutant abilities. It’s not...going...well.” She looked at Bullseye’s feet and bit her lip, trying to ignore the heat of embarrassment flooding her face.
An Unexpected Surprise
The day was beautiful. The sky was clear and blue, the sun was bright and warm, and the birds were in full force. It was the mating season, and Iris and her fellow ornithology friends got some of the best data during this time of year.
It was intensive work, but important. Keeping track of which birds were successfully mating, which were killed from what, which mating pairs were successful in hatching their clutch, and on and on and on it went.
But it was nice work. Good work. Peaceful work. It was just Iris and the birds. She lifted her work camera and took a couple of pictures before making some notes on a clipboard. She then went back to her sketch of the birds, staring at them, drawing from muscle memory. Iris was oblivious to the world.
@asmilelikegenocide
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Iris frowned and tilted her head. “Talk?” She repeated. “About what? The various eating preferences of park dwelling robins verses the city dwelling ones?” She crossed her arms. “I didn’t think you were interested in wildlife...unless it was...dead.”
She tilted her head again. “You know the blood will rush to your head. You’ll explode?” It wasn’t true, they both knew it, but maybe it would get him off her back.
An Unexpected Surprise
The day was beautiful. The sky was clear and blue, the sun was bright and warm, and the birds were in full force. It was the mating season, and Iris and her fellow ornithology friends got some of the best data during this time of year.
It was intensive work, but important. Keeping track of which birds were successfully mating, which were killed from what, which mating pairs were successful in hatching their clutch, and on and on and on it went.
But it was nice work. Good work. Peaceful work. It was just Iris and the birds. She lifted her work camera and took a couple of pictures before making some notes on a clipboard. She then went back to her sketch of the birds, staring at them, drawing from muscle memory. Iris was oblivious to the world.
@asmilelikegenocide
#maybe she started taking something to try to control her mutant abilities and it's backfiring?#asmilelikegenocide
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Dude has a death wish
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"Good.” She said. She was about to turn around and try to get back to work when she heard the man do something. Iris sighed and glared at him, crossing his arms.
“Work. Do you want details?” Not that she would mind giving him details, she never minded telling people about her work. Far too often people took birds for granted. She was changing that one victim person at a time.
Then again, she would be genuinely surprised if Bullseye of all people was actually interested.
An Unexpected Surprise
The day was beautiful. The sky was clear and blue, the sun was bright and warm, and the birds were in full force. It was the mating season, and Iris and her fellow ornithology friends got some of the best data during this time of year.
It was intensive work, but important. Keeping track of which birds were successfully mating, which were killed from what, which mating pairs were successful in hatching their clutch, and on and on and on it went.
But it was nice work. Good work. Peaceful work. It was just Iris and the birds. She lifted her work camera and took a couple of pictures before making some notes on a clipboard. She then went back to her sketch of the birds, staring at them, drawing from muscle memory. Iris was oblivious to the world.
@asmilelikegenocide
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Iris continued to glare in the direction of Bullseye’s voice, but relaxed a little hearing his genuine laughter. That was a good sign, him being in a good mood.
“I’m aware,” she said voice flat. “Are you here for me or...?” She looked back at the bird equipment. “Because I’m working.” For once, she thought to herself. “Not all of us making a killing for a living.” Iris resisted sniggering at her joke.
An Unexpected Surprise
The day was beautiful. The sky was clear and blue, the sun was bright and warm, and the birds were in full force. It was the mating season, and Iris and her fellow ornithology friends got some of the best data during this time of year.
It was intensive work, but important. Keeping track of which birds were successfully mating, which were killed from what, which mating pairs were successful in hatching their clutch, and on and on and on it went.
But it was nice work. Good work. Peaceful work. It was just Iris and the birds. She lifted her work camera and took a couple of pictures before making some notes on a clipboard. She then went back to her sketch of the birds, staring at them, drawing from muscle memory. Iris was oblivious to the world.
@asmilelikegenocide
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You: seeing six crows is bad luck and an omen of death
Me, an intellectual: seeing six crows is great luck because you get to see six crows
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y’all I am so sorry but I had a health flair up again which has sapped a lot of my energy. I’m working on replies and have them saved in my drafts. I haven’t forgotten about our writerly shenanigans!
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