#||rp: some of you in me||

[mayxthexforce]

Some Of You In Me || Leia & Vader

Plotted starter for @corruptedforce

Leia still didn't understand why she'd been taken from Alderaan. She wasn't naive– in fact, she was far more aware of certain things than most kids her age were or should be, not only because she was smart, but also because she was the princess of Alderaan, daughter of the queen and the senator. Leia had to sit through talks about what to expect if she was ever kidnapped more times than she cared to keep track of, and she knew her kidnappers should be asking for ransom. But they weren't negotiating for ransom, nor contacting her parents at all.

Then came Ben into the picture. He'd gotten her out of a bad situation, but that didn't mean Leia trusted him. She'd run away as soon as she had a chance, even as her face and his took over every device with the capacity to produce an holographic image.

So now there was a whole planet of bounty hunters, mercenaries, and just every person who wanted some easy money through amoral means, chasing after her, along with the man who claimed to have been sent after her by his father. But it wasn't the scum of the planet who reached her, nor was it Ben. It was a group of large, bulky, flat-faced aliens apparently far more determined to get her, and much harder to lose. Leia was just a child, she had short legs, and just one of those people's legs was a little taller than the length of her body. She couldn't compete with that.

She turned a corner into another alley, and ended up in a dead-end. When they reached her, they approached menacingly, the largest one —seemingly the leader— began to question her about Ben, promising not to hurt her if she gave them useful information. But then his nostrils moved, beady eyes going wide as he breathed in her scent. He dropped to one knee heavily, the other ones approaching, repeating the action of sniffing the air, and showing not hesitation to fall down to one knee along with their leader.

"Lady Vader." they called her in unison, tone reverential.

One of the bounty hunters made it to the same alley as them, Leia's blood ran cold as a blaster pointed her way. But it took that slight twist of fear in her expression for her 'new subjects' to jump into action. They charged against the bounty hunter, showing no mercy in their attack. It was vicious, forcing the child princess to look away, squeezing her eyes shut and covering her ears until the leader approached her once more, slamming one large —and now bloody— fist against his broad chest.

"Lady Vader," he addressed her with such respect. "I am Ezrakh of the Gengh-Noghri people. Your safety is now our life goal."

Leia had no idea what was going on. But she wasn't about to complain- no, she would make the best out of her current situation. Besides, she didn't take kindly to being kidnapped, nor did she understand why they called her Lady Vader. She wanted answers, and she'd get them. No matter where her search for answers took her.

Though, if she had to guess, it seemed these Noghri would lead her to safety.

They led her through the crowded streets, showing just how much they meant their statement about her safety being their life goal, calling the name of Lord Vader and threatening to bring his wrath down upon the land whenever someone attempted to stop them, until they reached a ship. This time, Leia wasn't put in a cell, but sat in a corner of the cockpit, with at least one pair of beady eyes on her at all times while Ezrakh moved to the comm room, contacting the only man the Noghri took orders from.

"Lord Vader," he addressed the masked man with the same respect he'd shown his offspring. "Our mission has been a success. Your child has been retrieved unharmed."

[words-writ-in-starlight]

listen I expected literally Nothing from the D&D movie okay, like I can't make it clear enough that I expected the most soulless money grab with a good cgi budget imaginable, I went in having already gone through every stage of grief and landed on acceptance and LISTEN

I fucking CRIED during this dumb RPG movie. it wasn't just "not terrible" it was objectively good with a clever plot and compelling characters and sincere emotional beats. this movie loves D&D so fucking much and it NAILS the "a bunch of goobers try to be cool and accidentally discover The Power Of Friendship And Also Great Violence" classic D&D party vibe. their barbarian's last name is fucking Kilgore and my entire family cried in the theater.

I hope they make twelve of these motherfuckers.

[gothamcity-official]

There are two Riddlers

There are two Riddlers facing off Batman, Robin, and Red Robin near City Hall. We're not sure where the second one came from but he looks like Bane if he was small, sopping wet, and wearing a sad trenchcoat. We can also tell which one is OUR Riddler because OUR Riddler hasn't killed anyone in almost a year and we're very proud of him. OTHER Riddler just shot at least three people.

Our Riddler is sitting off to the side with Red Robin and they seem to be playing puzzle games on Red Robin's tablet. Other Riddler is fighting Batman and Robin and seems surprised that Robin either exists or has a sword.

[iatethepomegranate]

If I see one more take about Orym being "secretive" in taking the sword, I swear I might start screaming. The dude walked up to Chet in front of everyone, asked for access to the Bag of Holding, took the sword out (in front of everyone) and left with it. Then he came back with the sword strapped to his back... IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. There was ample time for someone to speak up if they wanted to and Orym, quite frankly, didn't have reason to expect it would be an issue. Laudna may have used the lack of discussion as part of her cycle of justifications for her actions, but that doesn't mean it was 1) the main issue she was actually dealing with or 2) an unsolvable problem that required a rash response even if that had been Laudna's primary issue.

[vergeltvng]

YOUR FAVORITE TYPE OF ANTIHERO. Handsome, lots of swearing, violent, full of rage.

⸻ A STUDY IN: Revenge served cold, grief, moral corruption, ruthlessness, suffering for sanity, becoming what one once sought to destroy, doing whatever it takes and being a motherfucker 24/7.

【 . . . 】 Fuck "letting go." You should be out there with a fucking chainsaw, going after 'em.

— ⁰¹ 「rules.」 — ⁰² 「about.」 — ⁰³ 「starter.」 — ⁰⁴ 「inbox.」 — ⁰⁵ 「writings.」 — ⁰⁶ 「edits.」 — ⁰⁷ 「gifs.」 — ⁰⁸ 「credit.」

#VERGELTVNG, a singlemuse blog for BILLY BUTCHER from the Amazon Series THE BOYS, as V'd up by 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. Crossover-, multiverse-, multiship- and duplicate friendly. OCs welcome. Low activity, semi-selective, german preferred. English is fine for short interactions. Mdni, 18+ only.

[lordincognito]

“I apologize for the wait, mon amour.”

[Neuvillette chirped, walking swiftly to Wriothesleys side after his day of work had concluded, the soft frown on his face fading slightly as he took his partners hand in his]

“I hope you did not get bored while waiting for me to finish up…”

[He exhaled softly, placing a soft kiss on to the dukes cheek, giving a small squeeze to his hand as his gaze remained on him, leading him out of the Opera Epiclese]

“Are you still willing to shop for a picnic? Or would you rather that wait until tomorrow? …I apologize that it took so long to complete my work.”

~ @monsieur-neuvillette

As he tapped his foot on the floor, not with impatience but with worry. Today's most recent case was one where he got reminded how terrible some humans can be with those they consider vulnerable.

There weren't any casualties or anything, but it still left a bad taste in his mouth and knows how emphatic his partner is he was sure Neuvillette wasn't feeling great either so seeing him cheer up again eased some of his worry.

"Hello there sweetheart, I didn't mind waiting" he replied while showing a smile of his own, squeezing his boyfriend's hand in a reassuring manner.

He rised his partner's hand and gave it a brief kiss on the knuckles, followed by kissing his partner on his forehead.

"I shouldn't be asking you this, after all I'm the one who was free today, but to give you an answer i'm still good to go."

[futturmangamez]

If you didn't know, I used to shoot hoops🏀And serve juicy booty while at it🍑

[shithowdy]

realized a drawing i'm doing rn is almost identically posed to one i did 8.5 years ago of a different oc, except the old drawing was instantly tainted by one of the players featured messaging me asking if i could take it down because their abusive, possessive rp partner saw it and got jealous of them "roleplaying behind their back" and i said "nah" and it became a whole Thing that i should have walked away from at that exact moment but didn't and the 6 months that followed contained some of the most truly condensed batshit i have ever witnessed in an rp community already well-known for its batshittery.

... anyway i love my friends. so happy to accidentally redeem the pose.

[ahlis-xiv]

Long before Ahlis existed in XIV and WoW (and even before her progenitor, Fern, came about), there was a duo of OCs that were, and still are, dear to my heart. That's what happens when you create and share stories with your best friend many years into the future; that love for them never really dies.

Una and Mandy came from pure teenage escapism and fantasy, indulging the best in what it means to be young, unafraid and hilarious in a way only young girls can appreciate. It also helped that a wonderful 90's anime, The Slayers, facilitated it lol.

(shout out to @birdpeddler for being that bff, the greatest friend and person to come into my life...and of course to @britishmuffin for creating this lovely artwork to bring these characters to life)

[mine-ventures]

How does one become a zombie rather than staying dead? Even a zombie bite in villagers don't always turn to zombification. What is the ruleset here? Mere chance? A certain affliction? RNG?

To become an Undead Mob (Not only just a Zombie for some of these), here in Minecraft, the most common reasons are:

... Just to put it in a very vage explanation, cause most of the time, it's hard to tell how an Undead Mob became, well, Undead.

[stray-tim]

So... has anyone started looking into how to get back to their own dimension and maybe how to take someone from a different dimension with you? Because I at least would like to get home at some point. It would be even better if there was a way, where I could just come to visit here from time to time. I just kinda miss home?

[holynightmareco]

spent some time painting my boss instead of paying attention at a meeting

[findroleplay]

PSA: remember to have fun with role-playing. Appreciate your established partners, your new partners who turn out to be extremely compatible, and just appreciate the thrill of a new roleplay starting, even if it doesn't end well. Re-read some banger replies or reminisce about some favorite plots of yours. And, why not? Take this as a sign to reach out that that partner who hasn't been clicking well lately to clear up the air rather than letting things drag and loom over you.

You know how you're supposed to appreciate how easily you breathe when your nostrils aren't clogged up? Do that, but with RPing.

[mewguca]

I received divine inspiration to make another stupid meme but this time it entailed giving SSR an actual design. shout outs to the poll master

technically this is vague characterization / worldbuilding... i am building up the fact that SSR is fail and SGIS does not like him (unsurprising) . tho i should perhaps explain Why

heres the background and the talksprites separately, all heavily referenced from persona 3 whatever this version is idk ive only ever played a tiny bit of p3p

also shout-outs to anyone (who i didn't already show) who gets the design inspo for ssr's cloak

also also thank you shromp for SSR's name. ill make a handy chart detailing what everyone thinks of him later

[redbleedingrose]

i can’t believe you’re out here fighting over eris🤢 he is a literal rapist you and the people in the commennts are disgusting. the roleplay situation is so creepy😂

[seventh-district]

Sam: "Look at me. Hey- look at me a second. I know. I know you're tough. I know how strong you are. You have every right to be proud of that. But being able to handle somethin' doesn't mean you should have to. Least of all when I'm right here trying to help. Please let me help. If not for you then for me, because I don't like knowin' you're hurtin', especially when there's somethin' I can do about it."

Me, shaking my head, fighting back literal tears: "B-but it's gonna give you another headache!"