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ax3-e0ns · 2 years
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The blue ribbon gang is some found family shit and no one can convince me otherwise.
Aunt Patty is the strict but loving mom, ten penny samuel is the snarky chillax dad, the orphans are their adopted children, dorians the grandpop, and the goat is the family pet/best friend.
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vvvrrroooomm · 1 year
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Netflix memes ✨✨✨
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northlight14 · 1 year
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Roleslaying with Roman ship names:
Roman and Youngblood:
Youngman
Royo
Youngblood and Noise:
Noyo
Fiery Melody
Roman and Noise:
Rono
Crimson music
Roman, Youngblood and Noise:
Royono
Blood red song
Galaxy polycule
Noise and ????/Mike Ro’phone:
Noise????
Criss and Cross:
Bonefriends
Henderson and Fast Timmy:
Bluebeary
Brittney and Flow:
Sunset circus
Bob Normie and Djembe
Pennydrum
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3rdblah · 1 year
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coffee4jordan · 1 year
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This dialogue is from Roleslaying with Roman. The dynamic between Youngblood and Roman is just so similar to the dynamic between Jamil and Kalim that I had to make a comparison so here it is:
Jamil/Youngblood similarities: good singing voice, Kalim/Roman technically has more authority but Jamil/Youngblood is actually calling the shots, has to save Kalim/Roman from his own stupidity, distrusting/suspicious of others, will do questionable things to achieve his goals, has a psychic spell/good at spells in general/uses fire, no remorse, lets Kalim/Roman outshine him on purpose, hired by Kalim/Roman’s family to look after him, checks food for poison, is talented and knows it, affection makes him gag, annoyed as hell by Kalim/Roman, a hypocrit about his flaws
Roman/Kalim similarities: has some authority that comes from his family, overly trusting of people, a himbo minus the beef, dumbass ideas, has an important family heirloom that he loses, negative 1 buff in history (Kalim can’t remember people’s faces), too much sympathy for enemies, slow on the uptake, speaks for Jamil/Youngblood without his consent, his dad is protective of him, Kalim/Roman didn’t have any friends over before Jamil/Youngblood, messy, packs too much for trips, extremely sheltered
General similarities: whispering to each other (Book 5 for TW), Fast Timmy just reminds me of Ruggie and Henderson reminds me of Ortho, dancing (just the end of Ep. 3 of RWR lol), the part when Aunt Patty breaks the watermelons open with her hands reminds me of Malleus in Firelit Sky, Tin Penny Samuel is just Azul lol
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I drew fanart of Jamil and Kalim in their outfits, sorry about Kalim’s face lol
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vivalaplxto · 2 years
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Henderson: why does Roman call you babygirl?
Youngblood: can we please not talk about this
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dragonfander101 · 2 years
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Roman: You're “The second worst thing to ever happen to those orphans,” what does that mean?
Youngblood: It means I was second worst thing to happen to those orphans.
Roman: But what’s the first worst thing?
*Awkward pause*
Youngblood: Roman, they...they weren’t always orphans.
Roman:
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snek-snacc · 2 years
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I love Henderson with my whole entire being
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loganslowdown4 · 2 years
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So I finally finished watch the RWR livestream and wanted to mention a few things since I couldn’t watch it live:
- The Fast Timmy theory reminded me SO MUCH of a book called The False Prince by Jennifer Nielsen, everyone should check it out (see the theory in the notes below) 👇
- Wouldn’t it be the coolest to see a photoshoot with Roman Youngblood and the DM Wizard (AJ) in full costume??
- New theory! Perhaps the elf with the glasses that is on the employee of the month wall in Burgundy’s shop is one of Thomas’ glasses-wearing characters? Since Brei mentioned that he has a ‘plethora of material to draw from’?? 👀
I made notes for the entire stream in case anyone wants them or didn’t get a chance to watch it. It’s your own TL:DR cliff notes, I did all the homework for you haha
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Can’t wait to see where this story goes since there was SO MUCH put into it! @thatsthat24
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vvvrrroooomm · 1 year
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Roleslaying With Roman birthdays
Because of the votes on the poll, I have decided upon the RSWR birthdays with the help of @pulchrasilva, @remus-of-reston and @chaoticpumpkinperson
( If I forgot to tag you, please let me know!! )
Starting from the beginning of the year to the end, may I present to you, the RSWR birthdays…
The beginning of the universe:
Goat™️
January:
Snoot : January 1st
Ten Penny Samuel : January 10th
Youngblood : January 23rd
February:
Melle / Melvinne : February 18th
April:
Flow : April 20th
May:
Henderson : May 14th
Noise : May 30th
June:
Fast Timmy : June 5th
Aunt Patty : June 25th
July:
Britney : July 24th
Tempo : July 30th
August:
Arpeggio : August 12th
Burgundy : August 21st
September:
Bob : September 1st
Doc Janus : September 10th
Djembe : September 22nd
November:
Cross : November 22nd
Roman : November 28th
December:
Dorian : December 7th
Criss : December 21st
Ryker : December 27th
We don’t really know:
Mike Ro’ Phone / Dice Rollingstone / ??? : No birthday for them. They don’t tell people shit. ( More like they keep changing it, just like their name )
Thanks to Pumpkin for the star signs :)
( Keep in mind this was just the original start off list, some dates have been added/changed since )
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There are other photos of the original Anon respond to Pulchrasilva, so if anyone wants to see the original photo that made most of these dates, here you go,
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I’m pretty sure we hit every mark, but if you don’t think something fits or someone went over all of our heads ( not including the bard king he doesn’t get a birthday ) then let me know!
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northlight14 · 6 months
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New Roleslaying With Roman fic. Plz go read!
Synopsis: “Alright, thanks, pops.” Fast Timmy felt himself freeze like a deer in headlights the moment he processed what he just said. Blood flooded their head, filling their cheeks and prevented any coherent thought.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fucking shit! Oh god oh god why did I say that?! Why isn’t Samuel saying anything?! Did he not hear me? That’s possible, right?! Is he freaked out? Is he disgused?! Fuck why am I an idiot?!
As if the stillness would somehow turn them invisible, Fast Timmy continued not to move and neither did Samuel. Slowly, they dared to look up at him, only for his heart to drop. Samuel was looking at him with wide eyes, face pale and mouth slightly open. He heard. Timmy looked at Samuels eyes, wide and black and filled with something Timmy couldn’t put his finger on. Pity?
Fast Timmy accidentally calls Samuel ‘pops’ and now they’re avoiding him because they made it weird and it was just a slip of the tongue. He definitely doesn’t see Samuel as a father figure. Absolutely not.
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vivalaplxto · 2 years
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Fuck it I’ll write a RoYo fic myself then.
You can take it as platonic or romantic, idc.
Summary: Roman is an overly-confident, clumsy dumbass and Youngblood is his (un)fortunate companion who got stuck with this himbo. Together they run into various obstacles (literally).
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“Roman, what the fuck do you think you’re about to do?” The elf lectured his… friend? Companion? Who knows, but Roman sure was a special kind of stupid.
“I am going to hug the bear,” Roman opened his arms, “and pray that it works.”
“You’re going to die.”
“You said he looks scared, so I’m gonna let the kid know he’s safe!” Roman yelled back striding towards the were-bear with confidence. Why, out of everyone, did Youngblood have to get stuck with him?
Moments later, Roman was launched through the wall of the barn, landing right on his rear with a painfully loud thud. Youngblood couldn’t help but burst into laughter before drawing his grappling hook sword.
“You alright down there? Never mind, I know the answer,” he paused to sling the weapon toward his partner and instruct him to grab it as he pulled him back into the barn.
“So, what’s the game plan, genius?” Roman asked while brushing himself off.
“First of all, duck.”
“Where?”
“No, idiot,” Youngblood shot back, shoving him to the ground before barely managing to dodge Henderson’s attack, “I meant duck as in ‘that kid is going to pounce you and tear you to shreds.’”
Roman looked at him with those stupidly cute starry eyes once again, “thanks for saving me, again. You’re really strong!”
The elf couldn’t help but flush and stammer; that’s the first compliment he’s heard in a very, very long time.
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Finally, it was over. Unfortunately, they didn’t find Roman’s family sword, but they did manage to get a temporary one from Dorian in return for the magic nail. It was a blessing, Roman insisted, that they made it out of that barn somewhat unscathed.
“By the way, youngins, there’s buckets o’ water in the back,” Dorian gestured, “you two look like you could use em.”
“Roman’s the one that dragged us into this mess anyways,” Youngblood grumbled just loud enough to be heard, earning a gasp from Roman.
“Ah, kids,” Dorian chuckled as the pair headed out of sight, “never stop fightin’, do they?”
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“Damn it, Roman, stand still!” Youngblood yelled, splashing said man with a pail of water and almost missing, then scooping another bucketful, preparing to chase him once again.
They were right behind Dorian’s, in a small shed with a big tub of water and various metal tools and trinkets on low-hanging shelves and a few scattered about the trampled-down, wheat-covered floor; a perfect recipe for pain. Yet, Roman decided to mess with his elven companion and run around like a little kid.
It didn’t take long for Roman to run into a shelf, then proceed to trip on a hammer. Instinctively, Youngblood dropped the pail of water and ran to catch him just seconds before a possible concussion.
“See, you should’ve listened,” Youngblood sighed, but couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face seeing Roman look up at him like a mischievous puppy.
“Thanks, again.”
“I’ll drop you.”
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The sun was setting along the horizon, tinting the wheat field a light shade of blue. The duo was exhausted, but especially Youngblood.
“We should rest,” Roman suggested, “I’ve got a temporary sword, so I’m satisfied for now.”
“Yeah,” the elf agreed, rubbing his neck and sighing, “you should head home. It’s getting dark.”
“What about you?” the ward questioned, “I can’t just leave you out here, it’s cold at night!”
Youngblood shuffled in the grass, “I’ll be fine, besides, it’s not like I can’t sleep on a rock or something.”
There was a moment of silence, before Youngblood felt himself be lifted off the ground and carried by none other than his himbo companion himself.
“Roman, what are you doing?!” the elf yelped in surprise.
“I’m not letting you sleep out here, you’ll sleep on a bed tonight,” Roman beamed, before tossing propping his shorter companion onto his shoulders.
“A piggyback ride? Seriously?” Youngblood shouted, but Roman didn’t let his bitterness offend him, and kept walking.
“Yup! It’s how my father told me to carry heavy things!” the man grinned, “hey, how about making that noise you made before to kill some time?”
“I’m still baffled that you don’t know what singing is…”
“Singing! Yes, that! Can you do that again? I like it!”
Youngblood allowed a grin to slip by, resting his head on Roman’s and humming. Maybe meeting this guy wasn’t too bad if it meant he could finally rest peacefully.
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