#[ rp; events ]

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

[When Kik returns to the room, they look somehow more worn than ever. They still have their headphones on, their body is still sweating from the dance routine, but the energy is completely sapped from their body, the shards in their chest grinding against themselves in slow agony. The light is a little dimmer than it was before.]

"'M back."

[They close the door behind them, sitting on a stool next to the door and taking off their converse. Their hands are unsteady.]

@star-lit-clementine

They all turn to look at them.

…See? Intact in one piece. They’re fine.

And drained. I thought the walk was going to help?

[styllwaters]

Rejoice! Qhuavan arthropods (sea crawler bugs) be upon you

[nrcsfavoriteshrimps]

The Battle Begins

The campus grows foggy, like a smokescreen at the intro of a concert. In the sky at the center of campus, a figure can be seen flying around. The buildings and furniture begin to warp and distort, some of which turning into…props? For some sort of video game?

No people are hurt, however, as if the glitching is purposefully avoiding harming anyone.

Suddenly, a booming voice can be heard over the loudspeakers. 

“Welcome, one and all, to your new game! My name is Shiyuu, and I’ll be your host for this amazing adventure!”

The smoke clears, revealing Shiyuu above the school building. A tower is being rapidly constructed at the edge of campus, the surrounding area beginning to look like a final boss level.

“Each one of you will be fighting against monsters designed to stop you on your way to your ultimate quest, defeating the final boss! Defeating the final boss will put an end to this game, but watch out! The tower is heavily guarded! It’s up to YOU to save the campus! Good luck!”

After making his announcement, Shiyuu disappears in a poof of confetti.

Good luck, students.

@diasomnias-flower @hello-from-nrc-infirmary

@your-favorite-journalist @krisling-crossroads-mod

@inotonline @night-raven-miscellany

@ramshackle-thorned-rose @official-nrc-prophet

@cryo-and-condescension @flying-bat-magic

@nrcbookclub

and whoever else :3

OB Shiyuu:

[ch-errybloosm]

. .☘︎ ݁˖ 𓍢ִ໋☕️✧˚ ༘ ⋆

. 𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི ⋆.⃝̥◌ॱ꒰ॢ˘̴͈́꒵˘̴͈̀ॢ꒱ॱ◌̥⃝̣ ⋆

. ᯓ★୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

. ﹏𓊝﹏ 𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼

a pack of symbols for @daddldee <3.

[paincallingback]

"Woke up to over half of the hotel empty and my boyfriend missing. Fuck. Either everyone's is abandoning me again or there's some weird paranormal shit going on."

"WHY THE FUCK IS THERE SO MUCH FOG!"

[awwriri]

ଂ ❀.ྀི⠀⠀She's ⠀⠀Like ⠀⠀A ⠀⠀Work ⠀⠀Of ⠀⠀⠀Art

⠀❦ ▓ ⓵⃛⡂⢀ One ⠀⠀That ⠀⠀Blinds ⠀⠀Your ⠀⠀Eyes

[is-the-battlemech-cool-or-not]

> message recording begins: "All right, so, uh, I'm here. ... Nah, that's not enough... (clears throat)

I'm Savannah "Fursona" Caruso, leader of the Fursona's Fusiliers mercenary unit. You may have heard of us, but if not, it's understandable; we haven't done all that much since Fortress Republic and The Wall went up. Fought in the Battle of Terra, I guess that's notable. But most of our success was prior to the Republic, the 4th Succession War, the Clan Invasion, the Jihad.

As far as size, the Fusiliers are roughly two RCTs in size - 72 Mechs, 72 Combat Vehicles, 12 AeroSpace Fighters, a battalion of PA(L) "unarmored" infantry, a battalion of Battle Armor infantry, and two platoons of Space Marines. Got ourselves two modified Colossus class DropShips, and our pride and joy, the Argo. Relic of the first Star League, civilian exploration vessel. She's got her very own Grav Deck, and is the only DropShip with the MCDS, Multiple Collar Docking System; lets us attach two other DropShips to the Argo, and daisy-chain 'em along through a jump.

I've been asked by... heh... Commanding General Hazen - seriously, Mysty, wow, talk about a promotion, huh?

Anyway, I've been asked by her to "make myself available for queries or interactions". We've gotten settled in here in the Islington system finally - heh, hard to find the Argo a big enough docking berth on the station...

In any case, you wanna ask me stuff or come talk to me, I'm free and clear. Just look for the busty muscle mommy wolf-chick in a silver one-piece heeled jumpsuit. I'm kinda hard to miss.

- Commander Savannah "Fursona" Caruso

[hello-from-nrc-infirmary]

Vern's Hometown: Centennial Celebration

Book 4: Rhapsody of Seasons

Chapter 2: Countdown

The town square has been converted since earlier. Heat from a large bonfire fights back the night air. Long benches and tables are now organized, bread and hor dourves lining their centers. Vern shifts nervously as he glances around the area. His gaze hovers on the main table, counting the seats carefully.

"Don't worry, we get that table this year," Folia points to a table just to the side of the main.

"Yup! We said we needed room for your guests," Shirley chimes in.

Vern glances away and struggles to pull out a handkerchief. He quickly dabs around his eyes. "I-I umm... th-thank you..."

"It's nothing. We got it set up so you won't be next to Victor."

"I could kiss you," Vern mutters under his breath.

"You're welcome," Folia lightly chuckles, "shall we?"

Vern can only manage a nod. The crowd easily parts for them to reach their seats. Familiar snowy hair gives him pause. A chill crawls over his skin as an unwelcome spell spirals around him. The cool night breeze across his thighs is a warning. The skirt is too short, the bodice is too tight.

"Hey, sweetheart," the winter sprite grins, "you looked a bit ruffled."

Vern's fingers twitch, "how... generous. Unfortunately, white doesn't suit me."

Ooc// when Vern says: "I could kiss you"... it's a figure of speech. It's a way to express extreme gratitude.. Do you guys like having me post the song(s) I write these to?

Song: Counting Stars OneRepublic

@castaway-achlys @nightonthemountain @nrcbookclub

Book 1: [1] [2] [3]

Book 2: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5A] [5B] [6] [7]

Book 3: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

Book 4: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

[with-my-calamitous-love]

What about bsd Chuuya with number 3. And congratulations with 700 my love!!!! 💖

i gotchu!

“and he laughs at all my jokes!”

(chuuya nakahara)

people often think they have chuuya all figured out.

chuuya nakahara, the mafia executive. chuuya nakahara, the gravity manipulator. chuuya nakahara, the ruthless, stone-cold killer that could crush you with the snap of his fingertips.

chuuya nakahara, who loves stupid, corny jokes.

his days at work are exhausting. endless paperwork, bloody messes he’s tasked with cleaning up, and the ever increasing stain on his morality that accompanied being a warden of the night. he didn’t want to think that this was him. but he made a vow to protect the city and to protect you.

but that doesn’t mean you can’t protect him in your own, silly way.

“doll.” he groans, stepping into your shared bedroom. its 2 in the morning, and he’s just finished writing off some deal with a country he can’t pronounce. you can tell by the circles under his eyes and his ruffled orange hair.

“come here.” you invite him, patting the space on the bed next to you. you’re ready to just hold him, to stroke his hair and kiss the taste of darkness on his lips away. and he loves you for it, but he has something different in mind as he flops down onto the bed next to you.

“…tell me one of your jokes.” 

he sighs, getting his head comfortable in your lap.

you ponder for a moment. would that really make him feel better?

you eventually relent: “chuuya?”

“hm?” he asks, his eyes still closed from the relaxing head message you’ve blessed him with. he could melt into your touch forever.

“how do you build suspense?”

“i don’t know. how do you build suspense, doll?”

“……..”

“….oh, fuck you.”

he laughs, getting the punchline. you chuckle alongside him, the vibrations from his voice sending wavelengths of love through your fingertips. he looks beautiful from this angle. many people knew chuuya nakahara- the calculated, well dressed mafioso. you knew chuuya- the blushing, messy haired love of your life laying comfortably next to you.

he pushes himself off of your lap and takes you in his, wrapping his arms around you in an embrace you wouldn’t trade for the world. he’s got hands that make hell seem cold. the way he laughs, the way his eyes gleam, he’s like a poem you wish you wrote.

you spend the rest of the night telling him dumb dad jokes, and he laughs at every single one. simply because its you.

[ask-mikitama-suzuki]

Rp event: Royalty au!

(for if they haven’t met her yet)

*Your muse has stumbled upon the kingdom of princess Milo. They have heard rumors of the princess’s beauty and kindness towards all she talks to*

(for if they have met her)

*Your muse has decided to pay princess Milo a visit and as they approach the castle they hear the sounds of fighting beyond the gateway* “I’m sorry but it is unsafe for you to enter the castle at this time. Please come back another time.” *A guard says to your muse, knowing they are a friend of the princess*

(for if your muse is royalty)

*Your muse has decided to pay princess Milo a visit and as they approach the castle they hear the sounds of fighting beyond the gateway* “Your majesty it isn’t safe here, you need to leave.. I’ll tell her majesty you came to see her as soon as things are safe once more..” *A guard says to your muse, knowing they are a friend of the princess*

(for Milo’s parents)

*The evil wizard Haruki is trying to infiltrate the castle to get to Milo. Neither your muse, nor her bodyguard Tatsuo, have seen her since your muse declared the castle under lockdown for Milo’s protection*

tagging: @ask-croissanti (I’m thinking Takahiro could be at the castle trying to get in to kill Milo-) @ask-paradox-and-friends @ask-shou-endo @aces-rp-blog @ask-ayuna-katsuki (you can ignore this since you’re not feeling well and since i already sent in a starter recently) @ask-yuna-handa (we can do this after the certain parts in our other rp happen hehe:3) @pinkwisteria @ask-liam-and-co and anyone else who wants to join:D

(I couldn’t help myself- i was gonna wait until tmr to post this-)

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

☆He'd been walking for a while, just to move. He went all around the town through streets of identical houses, but at some point, his eyes spot a door. Broken down. The home's been empty for a while, that's for sure. But there's an energy in there. One no mortal could replicate.☆

☆Destruction.☆

☆...his curiosity gets the better of him. He wanders in.☆

@theorangestarwatcher

Despite the house radiating thick energy, it’s only really powerful the deeper in he gets, the consistent buzz getting louder and more nauseating. The power concentrates behind a half-closed bedroom door. Cracks of black wood peek out from under the doorframe.

[darlin-collins]

"oh what's that? "vampire tends to your injuries"? ehhh maybe not"

[the-janitor-esc]

(( tw: Fear Gas: Extreme fatigue, Emotional instability, Paranoia, Lack of motor control, Lack of reasoning skills, and Hallucinations. Fire.

I never let TJ escape a good angst opportunity, but their response to aerosols are always delayed, and I didn't want to disrupt the community moving on from the Fear Gas <3))

[ The Janitor lays in a barren room, trying to wait out the clumsiness curse. It'll only be a couple hours; it is annoying to lay still and idle, but it is better than breaking things (or someone).

It starts with the smell of smoke. Unfortunately, the smell of smoke is not uncommon in the Evil Science Center; someone's always burning something or setting something on fire.

The cyberspiders will handle whatever it is; they will continue to lay on the floor.

There is sparks in the corner of their vision, just under the door jam. The Janitor sits up as fingers of flame reach under the door, and they are promptly on their feet by the time the walls catch.

Their first attempt at leaping up into a vent fails; they pick themself up from the ground and make it on the second, banging through the vents far noisier than they normally would. They fall out of the vents into a hallway, thankfully not on fire.

Where are they? It looks familiar, but it is like a word on the tip of their non-existent tongue. The colors are wrong, but the smells and atmosphere are right. They start to walk, but it is a slog.

Then, voices, familiar and beloved voices humming, laughing, and screaming in the distance. The Janitor rushes in the direction of the scream. They can't let anyone know their beloved humans are here, wherever here is. ]

( If you're watching cameras or just loitering around the halls, you see The Janitor sprinting; they fall, but get back up and immediately start sprinting again, bumping against the walls. If you watch them, they smack at their uniform and bandages from time to time. You hear them calling "Wait!", "Where are you?", "Come back!", and "Fire! Get out!". )

[seoyangi]

ㅤ ε ї з °. ✧ • ° . ✧ * · • ⊹ ε ї з

✎ 🍏 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢 。。 ᦲ ᆺ ᦲ

[forestofstarlight]

Open Starter: Calling All The Monster Lovers (Male, Female, or Futa)

Tonight was it, the night that Silver Lining was having their Monster Night special for the month of October. For the whole month, visitors get a discount on any monster girls or guys of their choice.

It’s up to your muse to select which girl or guy they would like to spend the night with. Will it be a handsome lycanthrope? A mischievous shapeshifter? A sexy succubus? Again, it’s all up to the muse.

(This is another role player’s choice starter. You may select one or two of the following muses: Cleo the cat girl, Violet the succubus, Eris the shapeshifter, Mimi the bird maiden, Cotton the sheep girl, Tulip the bunny girl, Pyro the half-dragon, Lucas the lycanthrope, and Sky the cat boy. Have fun!)

@nightmare-the-mercenary, @doctorwhatif, @hellforestrp, @erikwolf1998, @a-fantastic-time, @crests-playground, @askkagethevizard-postlimitblog, @marias-island-of-visitors