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Roasting With RPG: The Definitive Culinary Thread

Yeah you don't need to do much to meatloaf. It's one of those timeless dishes that is kinda ideal in how it's typically prepared. I use ketchup when I make it too, but my dad is on the tomato paste side, which I like too. Today we prepared it with the latter approach + some julienned peppers on top.

Though, that brown sugar meatloaf sounds kinda dope.

Roasting With RPG: The Definitive Culinary Thread

Tonight for dinner we had meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and roasted carrots. We didn't have any gravy, so I had to get creative. Ended up making a tasty sauce with balsamic vinegar, ketchup, salt, pepper, and honey. Might sound unusual but it went brilliantly with everything. Also had a side of garlic bread.

We ate good at Casa de metanoia today!

Descension {A Modern God RP}

Hercules|| God of Strength AKA Idiot Incarnate

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

Zac Efron | Orange Red/#FF4500

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Heracles — Divine Protector, Glorious Hero, Conquer of the Twelve Labors, and sworn hero of Greece. Heracles - God of Strength and Valor, the embodiment of everything great and deplorable of man, yet nothing was so truer as his devotion to his people. Admired for his strength and revered by those who always challenged him, Heracles, Son of Zeus and Alcmene always strived to do right by not only his people but, in a sense, by his father too, or rather by his father's wife, Hera, whom he was named for. She had always despised him and had, on multiple occasions, sought his demise. But ever the survivor, possibly empowered by his father's tenacity and stubbornness, Heracles never gave in. Even when the Twelve Labors threatened to destroy his very being, the God in him always rose to the occasion. Like a literal superman, he powered through, going far beyond the point of return - twice. Heracles was the shining example of what it meant to be a hero and his valor was rewarded by evading the clutches of Thanatos by being granted entry into the Olympus Pantheon. Though he would never be equal to anyone, he was a man amongst gods. Who could ask for a better challenge, right?

"Man, I don't know what exactly happened, but I for one am ecstatic for it. If you would have told me that I'd be able to walk amongst my people like the good ole days, well not to use another god's name in vain, but Jesus Christ I might've told ya you were full of it. But this is amazeballs!" You heard it from the Divine Protector's mouth himself. When he woke up in that chamber, he didn't understand exactly what happened nor how he got there, but it was like new life was born into him. The artist formerly known as Herakles (long story short: he was best buds with the original Hercules, but he died, so he took his name in honor of his fellow Son of #1 Disappointing Dad) AKA Hero of Athens AKA the thorn in Hera's side and absolutely no acknowledgment from Papa Zeus felt alive when he found himself roaming in Rome. And, well while in Rome, you can bet your mortal ass that Hercules took in the sights. Sure, the sounds of war tainted what should have been an invigorating moment, but beggars can't be choosers. Hercules sure as hell wasn't a beggar and he had a tough time choosing. But anyway, he never found it difficult to find things to do as a quote-unquote "cover". Honestly, as the years went by, he had worked a number of odd jobs, modeled for a bit, embraced the fads and phases of every decade. From hippy to hair metal to grunge to a we-do-not-speak-of-the-Justin-Bieber phase, he embraced it all with vigor. Hercules has always been one for his people. He was born a mortal and even after ascending after death, he never lost that certain allegiance and comfort he had with mortals. One might say he had the humility, too, but let's face it: as much as he tries to deny it, there's no denying that he inherited his father's boastful personality. Ego included™. Maybe a year or two before the move to The Emerald City, Hercules, under the alias Zeno Megalos. Fitting for someone with such a big personality, as well as presence, among his people. While he might not know exactly how many choose to make their presence known or not, but Hercules never shied away from making it obvious who he was. His main source of revenue comes from a social media brand that is literally his given name "Hercules" (semi-given but whatever). Primarily active on Instagram and Youtube, Hercules has a prank/stunt-based brand in which he, and whatever featured god or mortal (usually God), participate in dangerous stunts and pranks for views. It might be stupid, but it has made him stupid rich!

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Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Badger Boa Bonding

Secret Force: A Power Rangers Story

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What I'm wearing}
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Levi groaned in the annoying way that he always did whenever he had a bad feeling about something.

And ever since he woke up and got into his green pickup truck, something told him that this wasn’t going to be a killer day like most were.

He didn’t know why, either. Maybe it was the weird dream of him falling into a giant hole larger than the Grand Canyon that seemed to be never ending. Like that one flight of stairs in late-game Super Mario 64 from way back in the golden years of the late 90s. Maybe it was his lack of an appetite and only eating three pieces of extra large breakfast pizza from the pizzeria just a few blocks from his apartment.

There was just something about this day that made him feel iffy. But he had to make rent this month. After falling short last month and being in the saving graces of his generous landlord, Levi knew he couldn’t deny any job, but the one he got last night set the stage for how he was feeling right now.

He had to pick up a package at the airport and, unlike other instances where he got to choose the route, there was a special request that the driver (not listed by name) took the quickest route. Not a particularly odd request and Levi didn’t question it.

So he took a right on E. Washington Blvd, he went down a somewhat straight-and-narrow street that would only take him roughly five or six minutes to get through before he had to turn to his last left. Traffic wasn’t so bad. He had to slow down a couple of times, but nothing that would take him off schedule. Based on the traffic app that he had up constantly, the path that was recommended for him front point a to point be would take fifteen minutes max, but he was ahead of schedule.

And Levi being ahead of schedule wasn’t something that happened frequently. Being someone that barely graduated high school and hasn’t found much steady work, hence why he drives for DoorDash and other similar companies. That’s why he wasn’t stressing so much. Regardless of the weirdness that this one delivery had and how he was feeling no more than five minutes ago, he was chill.

And then he got an alert on his DoorDash app. There was a local request for Panda Express.

“Wait, didn't I pass one just a few blocks ago.”

In the back of his mind, Levi knew this was a bad idea. His destination for the weird delivery was coming up on a left, but he really needed the money and it would only take ten minutes tops. Five to get to the Panda Express he passed up and five minutes to deliver it. That wasn’t much of a detour.

Well, at least that’s the rationale Levi accepted that allowed him to take an U-turn. At the red light, he accepted the order.

Levi Forrester has accepted your order

Levi pulled up to the Panda Express parking lot and the recurring theme of that bad feeling persisted, only this time it wasn’t just a feeling. The entire place was packed and Levi knew he wouldn’t be in and out in less than five minutes. From the drive-through to the inside of the restaurant, he saw a line. Sure, he had some leverage of the order being placed, but the problem he was currently facing was how many people were in front of him.

And as patient as Levi sometimes failed to be, he tried to. But trying was easier said than done when he was on a clock.

Eventually, he heard the name of the order be called and he side-stepped through a few overly-aggressive people in line. REaching forward, he grabbed the bag he believed to be his.

Levi was back in his truck and drove out of the crowded parking lot.

Levi Forrester has picked up your order.

The drive to his customer’s home wasn’t far. The drive itself took less than five minutes and whatever they ordered, Levi could smell something distinctly salty and sweet. He’s had just about the entire panda menu, so he knew the aroma orange chicken gave off. It was probably his favorite. His stomach was growling just by the smell of it.

“Don’t do it, he told himself, “not after last time!”

Yeah, last time…

Last week, Levi made the mistake of working on an empty stomach. He picked up an order of Buger King and, well let’s just say he wasn't given the best reviews. It was hell and this was actually his first day back at work since then.

So, yes his hunger and lack of control around food caused him to fall short on rent.

Yet another thing to make sure didn’t happen again.

He pulled up to the house and he checked the time.

“Not good!” He cursed himself as he realized he was fifteen minutes late on his other delivery. “Run, Levi! Run!” He grabbed the bag, ran up the concrete pathway, and rang the doorbell.

And then he rang it again.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

He was growing impatient. A sense of urgency passed through him as he just left the bag on the welcome mat and he was going to stop, but he felt a vibrating buzz in his pocket. He looked at his phone and realized there was a message from someone who worked at the Panda Express he just picked up the order from.

“What do you mean wrong order?” He looked through the order and it was chow mein, Beijing beef, and firecracker shrimp.

And it wasn’t here.

The order he had picked up wasn’t the one meant for..

“I’m going to get fired, aren’t I?”

As he turned to look back, Levi saw the figure of some attractive woman around his age who didn’t seem to be particularly pleased.

“Yep. Definitely fired.” He walked up and only gave his sincerest expression, hoping it would be alright.

Current Mood in One Gif

Edenridge

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_{A @metanoia & @BrutalBx Collaboration || Featuring Honey Badger & The Devil}
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”Hey, little brother.”

In the moments after the fact, a cold stillness passed through the Honey Badger of the Southside. It was like a ghost had passed through his body and sent chills down from his spine to his Achilles tendon. It paralyzed him for what seemed like a few minutes — hours even. That kind of paralysis that one felt when the worst-case scenario that one had played out in their head had been made into a reality.

Words were exchanged and Honey Badger acted as if things were normal. He turned when The Devil had walked further into his somewhat tiny apartment, setting the duffle bags that were hoisted over his shoulder on the beat-up, old couch along the way. It was the worst kind of surreal reality moment that seemed to play out in real-time.

And then, as if it was a normal thing to do, The Devil occupied the only bathroom/shower in the apartment and that paralysis faded, forcing the Honey Badger to adjust. It was like a bad fever dream and his worst fears truly were here.

But why?

That’s the question he heard himself ask over and over again, playing out all of the potential what-if responses he might get from that man.

But he shouldn’t be here.

Yes, that’s right: he shouldn’t be here. Honey Badger was certain he wasn’t due out for a few more years. Hell, sometimes he’d frequently check online to make sure that his brother’s sentence wasn’t going to end prematurely. So what happened? Good behavior? Overcrowded? What?

In the midst of his questioning of the only person in the room who could respond: himself, like a switch, the ambiance of the creaky showerhead clicked off, as it always had done. The silence took residence in the apartment, but HB’s mind made a mental note to get that fixed...eventually.

And as his brother came out walking, a towel wrapped around his waist, they stood facing each other. He wasn’t frozen like last time, but HB didn’t say anything.

Or, at least he had intended to remain quiet. Before he could stop himself, his mouth had made the decision for him, “what are you doing here?” Honey Badger asked almost as if he had forgotten the dread he was experiencing no more than ten minutes ago.

”Well, I couldn’t exactly go to Aleyda’s could I?”It was so A-typical of Hyde to respond with such…smarm.

The man didn’t care about anything. It was the nonchalantness, the effortless cool, that was how he survived so long. He was James Dean; a rebel without a cause. It was almost endearing. Almost. Behind the handsome face and crooked smile, there was a monster: one whose name had not been spoken by the lips of anyone for a very long time. He was his namesake. He was what dwelled within every man, manifested in corporeal form; Jekyll and Hyde, Cameron and Hyde; the truth of which Robert Louis Stevenson wrote oh so many years ago.

Walking towards his brother's old fridge, the blue-eyed battler opened it up and scanned it for some form of sustenance. He settled on a bottle of Edenridge’s local beer and popped open the cap before he even took it out of the unit. He took a swig before closing the door of the fridge and returning his attention to his little brother.

”I’m assuming you’re asking how I’m out of jail? It’s really not that difficult. I was a good boy and there were too many bad boys; ergo your big brother is here. You spoke to our darling sister lately?”

There was another bout of silence as HB watched his brother make himself home, rolling his eyes at his explanation. The Boston Department of Corrections didn’t even know what kind of monster they had locked. As he did his best to not visibly cringe, he shrugged at Hyde’s comment. “Well, I didn’t wish her a happy Sunday, if that’s what you’re asking.” His brother wasn’t the only one that could be sassy. “Besides, I’ve been a tad busy. But next time she makes herself available, I’ll be sure to give her a big hug for you!” HB followed his comment with a small thumbs-up gesture.

“Busy stalking the Belmonte girl?” Hyde put his beer down onto a table and looked back towards his brother “I’ve got to admit, she’s a bit of a babe” He took a step forward and clapped his hands together “Don’t let her trap you though, Mika. That’s what they do. They get in your head and they twist you around their fingers until you can’t see straight and you do shit you don’t wanna do” He took a step back and began to breathe just a little harder; letting it become rhythmic in a way. Hyde could feel his blood getting hotter and his muscles tensing so he felt the best thing was to remember his breathing, remember all the work he had done on the inside to learn to temper the monster beneath his skin.

Well, he wasn’t stalking her, but ever the observant one, his big brother had deduced there was indeed someone he was watching more than he should have. There was no way in hell HB was gonna allow Hyde to know about Cece, though. But as he watched Hyde, he felt that old familiar sensation crawl up his back like a goddamn snake. It was the same feeling he thought was six feet under, but looking into his brother’s eyes, he saw it. It was only for a second, but the Devil was there and HB froze, but then he wasn’t.

“Relax. I know not to get shacked down. But maybe you should? Obviously not with some bimbo, but maybe taking a breather would do you some good.” Against his better judgement, Mika approached Hyde. All cursed memories aside, the history between Honey Badger and The Devil wasn’t all bad. Mika’s fucked up sense of self couldn’t turn off the part that this brother of his was at least an improvement on the other one he had.

A breather? A BREATHER?

“I’ve just spent the past few years locked up in a damn eight by four cell with nothing but time. I ain’t taking no more breathers, Mika”. Hyde turned away from his approaching brother and moved over to the clothing bag he had dumped on the couch. It was fairly empty considering he didn’t really have the time to prep for his trip away and no one cared enough to drop him any clothes off. He could feel the all too familiar feeling bubbling in his head; that distinct sound that rattled in his ear like titanis. He pulled on some clothes, with every new item, a pause for a calming breath.

Without provocation, Hyde spun on his heel, grabbed the dinner table and flipped it as hard as he could onto the floor. He raised his hands up, almost in regret and placed them against his head. “Listen, all I want is to move on with my life. Tomorrow you and me and our darling sister are going to have breakfast together, like an actual fucking family” He dropped down onto the couch and looked upon Mika with the cold blue eyes that were synonymous with the devil himself “And that’s not a request, M. You send what we code you guys have and you get her here first thing tomorrow. Am I clear?”

He froze. Not when the table was flipped or even when it seemed like Hyde was losing his mind. No, it was the calm that came after. The way that his brother glared at him, that cold stare was enough to remind HB just how much things haven’t changed. Prison didn’t change Hyde. He said he had nothing but time and something in those words painted a clear picture for HB. His brother was worse now than he ever been, but he didn’t know exactly how. There was a gut feeling and, almost always, he was right on the money about these.

As he glanced at the table that had wedged itself in a right to left diagonal angle, he shook his head at it. “Fine whatever. I’ll make it happen.” God really loves to test him. First Cece and Niles and now this.

“Good” Hyde got up to his feet and patted his younger brother across the face. “This town has taken enough from me, it’s not taking my family” He walked towards the front door and cracked it open a touch. “Now, grab your wallet. We’re going for a drink and you can tell me all about this spooky letter business. Big brother is here to save the day”

Roasting With RPG: The Definitive Culinary Thread

I think this is a wonderful idea!

As for what I had for dinner, probably going to eat the rest of the veggie enchiladas we made last night for dinner. They were made using corn tortillas and the filling is black beans, white onion, and corn. I like to top mine with some sour cream, hot sauce (my choice is sriacha), queso fresco cheese, and some raw onion because I'm a huge fan of them. Love that sharp bite they give when not cooked.

Descension {A Modern God RP}

Thor || Norse God of Thunder

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Alexander Ludwig | Teal/#008080

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𝗚𝗢𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥

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For the Glory of Odin. For Glory of Odin. For Glory of no one. Thor Odinson, son of Odin and Jord, has been and always will be a man of midgard. He may be the Prince of Aesir and may have, at one point in eternity, heir to the throne, but Thor never lose sight of who he was. More importantly, he never lose sight of where his heart was. A man of the people, they called him. A man who helped the people develop, Thor often divided his time between the realms, going from Midgard to Asgard whenever it suited him. He lived among the people and masqueraded as one of them, but never losing sight of the humility that some might say was rare to find in such a being as he. Thor would argue that every man and god has it, but most don't acknowledge or embrace it. As a god of the people, Thor lived and fought with them. Sometimes it was during wars to help defend the realms of man and sometimes, as habits die hard for stubborn beings like Thor, God of Thunder, sought out fights. His powers, though limited so it was not to disrupt the balance of Midgard, were still far greater than the average man. Nevertheless, when it came to fights, Thor always won. Iron gloves worn when wielding the mighty hammer, Mjolnir, often served as his main weapon for hand-to-hand combat. See, Thor loved to fight and as a fighter, this also came as someone who loved just as passionately. Thor may not be known for his association with love and passion and birth, but he knew how to have fun. He bore children with gods, with mortals, with giants. Basically, Thor embraced the spirit in him -- the vigor of his might. And time may age some of his offspring, but you can't say Thor ever turned down a challenge. This was Thor in a nutshell. God of Thunder who was also God of the Sky and Agriculture, was a fighter. He also was a lover and is, still to this day, protector of man. And until his last breath, he will forever be that same person.

Ask anyone: his father, brothers, the other gods who fell from Asgard, they might tell you that the worst thing to ever happen was, in fact, the day they lost their superiority. And they’d be alone in that, because in all truth, Thor never shared that opinion. It’s strange because there have been times where he’s dreamed about Asgard and riding across the rainbow bridge and enjoying Asgardian Ale as he fought with his brothers and challenged Lady Sif to fight after fight (only to lose them all). But on the other hand, maybe the reason he’s never felt like it was the worst thing -- the prophesied Ragnarok — is because, unlike the others, Thor always found himself at home amongst the mortals of Midgard. He was one of them and regardless of any godhood he might still possess, this will never change. Thor went through the motions in the fifties, adapting a Germanic alias of Johannes Bauer, and worked in construction mostly. He spent a lot of his time alone and in somewhat solitary, but whenever he was, the lowest of the low seemed to make themselves known. And during the nights, Thor punished them for their crimes. From petty thieves to abusers of women, children, and anyone that was at risk, he made sure they felt the Wrath of Thor. Thor continued it until he met someone he hadn’t seen in several centuries. Someone who, at one point, had crossed paths on the battlefield. Mictēcacihuātl, the lady of the dead they called her. Of the Aztec Pantheon. Thor had traded blows and had never respected a female warrior so much. She was second to his admiration to Lady Sif who, at one point he married. And in all the time since their few, brief encounters, his respect for her never changed or lessened -- only deepened. And in this new normal he had found himself in, Thor welcomed the reunion of someone he greatly admired. And together they had stayed, spending time together, forging a relationship that was far more than just a friendship. Thor will be the first to say that, for a time of nine years, he had fallen in love with the Lady of the Dead and for nine years, he spent his time with her. But in a time where he found himself immersed in the culture of the sixties, in the culture of anti-war and free spirits, so came the strain on his relationship. Thor became engrossed in the energy around him. As a man of the people, he frequently partied. What made Thor had become the death of his relationship with his beloved. And after nine years, in the mid-70s, they’d never see each other again. Not until they met up nearly three decades later in Seattle. In Seattle, Thor was still under the name of Johannes Bauer. He owned his own private security company, Heidrun Security. And maybe old habits die hard, especially for the stubborn God of Thunder, but somehow he was able to have his cake and eat it too because he and Micte were able to find a common ground and now they are friends. Respect hasn’t wavered and she even holds an extended position within his company. This is Thor’s life and he makes the most of it.

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THE INNER SELF

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𝙑𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙐𝙀𝙎 & 𝙑𝙄𝘾𝙀𝙎

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗨𝗘𝗦 x x x 𝗩𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗦 x x x 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 & 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Adventurous Compassionate Bold Impatient Overconfident Immature x Ambitions — At his core, there is a deep desire for Thor to protect those who either can't protect themselves or do not realize they are at risk. He is a man of the people and as someone who considers it his duty to protect, he will do so without fail. To him, the risk of injury or death doesn't concern him. At his core, he is a good person and if his death results in someone's life being spared, well Thor may just find it to be worth it all. Fears — There might be a common belief that Thor does not fear anything. He rushes into battle, but that does not mean fear doesn't exist in the God of Thunder. In truth, he fears of disappointing those who are close to him -- or, really disappointing anyone, really.

Secret Force: A Power Rangers Story

<sub>24 - Green Ranger - Part-Time DoorDash Driver/Full-Time Adrenaline Junkie - 5'9" - Gregg Sulkin


Like a true nature child
We were born
Born to be wild
We can climbed so high</sub>

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Character Description

Levi has always been a thrillseeker, a boy who wanted to prove to the world that he wasn't afraid.

Growing up in Angel Grove, he was always a hyperactive knucklehead (though most people just called him an idiot) who got into trouble. It started when he was an infant and he'd make himself the center of attention by drawing it from anyone he could and getting it from anyone he could. At his core, he is a fun-loving person and this always came through as much as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. His parents always encouraged him to live his life as long as he maintained at least some form of boundaries.

But to a thrillseeker, to someone whose high came from that brush with death, boundaries don't mean the same thing to him as they do to most people. Between his indulgences in wave boarding (that eventually became hover wave-boarding) to skating and rock climbing and basically any extreme activity that would satiate that desire for the rush, Levi kept pushing his body to the max, kept pushing his mind past the limit, and kept busy. and sometimes he would even venture into places he may or may not be allowed to step foot on.

As someone whose greatest academic accomplishments were graduating high school with the bare minimum GPA requirement, he was never someone who could understand anything past basic communication. Technology wasn't his strong suit and if you were to ask him about any current events, he'll just give you a blank expression. Instead, Levi will cheer you on and support you if you're going through anything difficult and he'll make you laugh and help you feel better by being a solid friend. In that, he is without a doubt the smartest man in the room. His heart is huge. And really, that's what's most important, right?