#(-rises from the dead for a mini RP-)

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NyteHavyn and Rhys

About NyteHavyn and Rhys

((This is very important, so please pay attention and respect it:  As with the ShadowLands for Tolaas Bluue, NyteHavyn and Rhys are also my babies and constructs from my imagination spanning over the years in various forms - RPs, short stories, etc.  As with the ShadowLands, please do not start changing/adding/subtracting things about the castle and the town of Rhys without coming to me first and explicitly discussing it.))

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NyteHavyn is the name of a very, very large, 4-storey (soon to be 5 stories) castle at the edge of a large town by the name of Rhys.

Rhys and NyteHavyn reside in London, England, UK - in a bubble dimension - within London, just at the edge of Hyde Park. This means that crossing through a specific line of trees at the edge of Hyde Park will lead you through a small woodland area, and up a trail until you reach the borders of the town of Rhys.  From Rhys, (and the Castle) you can see London (and the possibility of seeing other places) but from London (or other places), you cannot see Rhys. (Unless, of course, as previously mentioned - you happen to ‘stumble’ upon through the treeline at Hyde Park.) Keep in mind that this bubble dimension also connects to the multiverse. It is not able to be seen from anywhere, it is only able to be invited into or stumbled into. (As explained below).

Both NyteHavyn castle - especially the castle - and the town of Rhys are built on a convergence of leylines, which helps increase the magicks used to keep the dimensional bubble hidden and increases the ability and spells of those magic-users who live within NyteHavyn's stone walls, or in the town.

Ah, but why hasn’t anyone and everyone stumbled upon Rhys?  Because only those who truly know how to find it - or those who are meant to find it - will.   If you cross a treeline at one edge of the park, and instead of finding yourself just on the edge of Hyde Park, find yourself in a little woodland area moving up a trail?  You were meant to find Rhys. And this holds true for wherever you are in the multiverse.

Rhys is a town that is home to many a being - human, vampire, angel, demon, you name it.  Many consider themselves outcasts, even among their own kind.  Either tired of the violence, the bloodshed, or the hate that permeates their kind, their soul, their very existence, they have come to Rhys - a place where all manner can get along without judgment.  Sometimes, they just pop in for a mini-vacation of sorts. Keep in mind that the bubble dimension grows as Rhys grows.

The town of Rhys looks as if it was cobbled together from different eras. There are old west-style buildings, completely with wooden walkways; cobblestone roads with small, village-style homes on either side; some areas have tall high-rises, and other places have regular-sized homes; apartment buildings, a town square complete with little market stands; homes and houses, both modern and futuristic; roads that go straight and connect with other roads, roads that stop at dead ends, roads that curve around back on themselves.

The town was built by and for the beings who would live there. The building of the town was helped along by gods, godlike beings, and magic users of all kinds. It was built to reflect the era of each expansion and to reflect the style of living a lot of the beings would be used to.

Also, the castle sits atop a large hill in the distance and can be seen from almost anywhere in Rhys.

Now, NyteHavyn, Terran Nytefyer’s castle, is also such a place in Rhys.  He has opened his doors over the centuries to those who need a place to stay, to live; a place of comfort, or a place to call home.  All manner of persons are welcome, as long as they obey the rules.

If you manage to stumble upon Rhys, and subsequently NyteHavyn, then you are welcome - for you are here for a reason.  However, you are expected to contribute to the community in some way or fashion.  Help around the castle, help around the town; however and whatever your skills may be.  This town, this castle, could not continue to survive as it has without the help of its residents. (Also, the castle very much might be alive, in its own way, from the centuries of different people living there, and the kindness that happens there.)

The castle property, itself, is on the edge of Rhys, but can be seen from pretty much anywhere in the town - that’s how large it is.  The property of NyteHavyn is surrounded by a wrought-iron gate.  The gate entrance consists of two large gate doors which bear an insignia of a T and an N entwined together.

Just inside the gates in a stone path, either side trailed along with various flowers and bushes, which lead to two very large double doors; the entrance to the castle.  Just inside the doors is a large foyer.  Just past the foyer is a large sitting room, where people can sit and talk, read, lounge in front of a fireplace, get to know one another, etc.

The First Floor of the castle has an unspecified number of living quarters, each with a double-king, four-poster, curtain-covered bed.  These rooms can be decorated any way the resident likes. However, due to the magicks and forces originally used to create both the town and the castle, both are constantly growing (or shrinking) in size to accommodate more (or less) residents who join either the town or the castle. Much like another device in popular media, the castle is bigger on the inside.

The First Floor also contains a double-sized restaurant-type kitchen; always fully stocked (and open 24 hours to castle residents, even when kitchen staff is not on duty).  There is an ice skating rink, roller skating rink, bowling alley, game room (which contains several large, widescreen, HDTVs, with game consoles, air hockey tables, Foosball tables, and much more), very large dining room, a large Hall (meant for parties, dancing, practice, whatever); there is also a very large workout room/training room/gym; also, on this first floor is one of the largest libraries in the world.  On one end of the first floor is a mini-movie theater (30 seats); on the other end of the first floor houses its very own hospital wing, complete with some of the best doctors and surgeons in the world (not all human, of course.)

Consists of one giant aquarium around the perimeter of the second floor. This includes plenty of forms of marine life (including a mermaid by the name of Hope).  If asked how it’s possible to have an aquarium of such on the second floor, Terran will most likely answer “A bit of magic,” and smile.   The second floor also contains around 500 bedrooms, all with an underwater theme (which, yes, like the bedrooms on the first floor, can be decorated in any way one wishes).  There is also an Olympic-sized swimming pool, hot tubs, saunas, a massage room.

The third floor contains more bedrooms, of course; there are several art rooms for those who enjoy painting, sculpting, etc.; several music rooms; also, several classrooms for those who wish to take classes in whatever field of study they wish.  It also contains several mid-sized rooms with computers.  This floor is also considered a school floor.  Those who wish can attend, get degrees in practically anything.  

The fourth floor contains more bedrooms; however, the fourth floor also contains the main security system/computer room, plus a very large science lab.

The entire castle is wired with cameras almost everywhere (except for the bathrooms, bedrooms, and changing rooms).  There are also intercoms in every hallway and every room.

There is a dungeon basement.  There is only speculation as to why Terran had it built as part of the castle. No one really wants to find out why.

The castle residents, and servants, are a mixture of everything from fully human to demon, to angel, to dragons in human form.

Here, they have found a home, they have found a bit of peace within themselves.  And quite a few have also found love.

May You Find Hope Waiting.

[luciombre]

Zelda had to bite her lip slightly to keep from laughing at Link’s response in attempt to not give herself away. “Are you going to guess or has the great Hero of Hyrule become too flustered for words~?” she purred, leaning dangerously close to his ear.

The young monarch quietly tip-toed up behind the unsuspecting hero before quickly covering his eyes with her hands. "Guess who~?" she inquired, her lips forming a playful smile as she giggled a little.

“Wah!”

Link was so taken back that he couldn’t help but let out a small yelp in surprise. It wasn’t until he heard that familiar voice that his spine froze.

“Uh... bwuah?”

[stclla]

hello loves! my name is bri and i’m so excited to get the chance to write with all of your beautiful muses ♡ i just turned 24 (ew), my pronouns are she/her, and my timezone is est (luckily i live about an hour outside of nyc, and plan to move there permanently in 2021 yay !!!) 

tbh it’s been at least a year since my last rp group and i’m a little rusty, so pls feel free to share your tips and lmk how i’m doing :) my writing style is pretty flexible and i match length, pov, etc. and now !! a little bit of info about my beautiful chaotic bby stella:

ABOUT.

estelle “stella” celestine evans was spotted in the fashion district adorning gucci ankle boots , with some airpod pros on . they’re most likely listening to heat waves by glass animals . you may know them as @stella or as that sydney sweeney lookalike . their twenty-second birthday just passed . while living in the upper east side , they’ve gained a bit of a reputation . they’re known to be reckless but on the other hand warmhearted . wonder if they’ll be the next person to hit the headlines .

BASIC INFO.

Full Name: Estelle Celestine Evans

Nickname(s): Stella

Age: 22

Date of Birth: August 4, 1998

Sun Sign: Leo

Moon Sign: Cancer

Rising Sign: Scorpio

Hometown: Beverly Hills, CA

Current Location: Upper East Side, NY

Gender: Cis female

Pronouns: She/her

Orientation: Pansexual

Political Affiliation: Liberal

Occupation: Supermodel, socialite, influencer

Career Highlights: Victoria’s Secret Angel, high fashion runways, print & editorial work, music video appearances, photography, art direction

Goals/Passions: Photography, art direction, fashion design, makeup, social media

Career Claim: Gigi Hadid

BIOGRAPHY.

When your mom’s a legendary supermodel and your dad is a smooth talking Hollywood talent agent, it’s safe to say that you were probably born with a silver spoon in your mouth. But don’t you dare say that shit to Stella Evans. Although she definitely enjoyed the finer things in life growing up and was practically gifted a spot in wealthy elite by her parents, Stella likes to believe that she did it all herself. And underneath it all - the glitz and the glam and the money and the flashing lights - maybe she actually did.

While this blonde haired, blue eyed beauty might be the spitting image of her mother with a few (okay, a lot) more extra curves, Stella tries to distance herself from her family heritage as much as possible. It started in kindergarten when she renamed herself. After all, being named after the notorious Estelle Evans doesn’t make you a lot of friends when you’re five. It makes you the subject of ridicule from your peers, and makes your teachers treat you as if you were the one posing topless in Italian Vogue. And when your mother made you model for a big Baby Guess modeling campaign at the age of 2, kids tended to talk. So she became Stella. Just Stella.

From then on, she did everything she could to separate herself from her parents. If her parents said to stay in, she went out. If they told her to get good grades, she failed her classes in retaliation. Their attention was all consuming, especially her mother’s. After the once popular cover girl had retired, she turned all of her attention to her daughter. Stella’s modeling work had been paused at the suggestion of her talent agent father, Arthur Evans. He wanted her to focus on school and get an education so she could take over the talent agency one day. But when Estelle and Arthur divorced when Stella was 10 years old, all bets were off.

Her mother hopped from loveless marriage to loveless marriage, dragging Stella along for the ride. Her father moved to the Upper East Side, vowing to see her at Christmas each year, while Stella jetted around the world against her will. 6th and 7th grade in Sweden, 8th grade in London, 9th and 10th grade in Paris. It was a long and lonely adolescence, but Stella filled it with booze, bars, and boys and girls to keep her company. Partying was her only escape. And she was damn good at escaping.

She had her first real relationship when she was 16. He was an older French financier who was content to spoil her rotten and show her a good time. Perhaps too good a time. Stella was introduced to the things that would become her vices - namely, drugs and alcohol. Her mother proved to be overbearing but oblivious. She would do things like criticize her daughter’s makeup, clothing, and body, but be completely unaware that Stella was doing things like snorting coke to get thinner. She’d call her trashy for going out to clubs, then look the other way when Stella would wear a short mini skirt when leaving for “study sessions” at the library. With Stella’s clever wit and electric charisma, it really was too easy. The drugs combined with the alcohol made her feel better because she didn’t really feel anything at all. Plus, if her parents hated partying, then Stella would learn to love it.

Shit hit the fan when Stella was arrested in France. Something about being an accomplice to international drug smuggling and being under the influence of a controlled substance - whatever. 16 year old Stella got off with a slap on the wrist due to her connections, promising to move back to New York with her dad until she was 18 and legal. The Upper East Side was her new home, and weirdly enough, she actually kind of liked it. It was easier to start over in New York, where no one cared about her washed up mother. But they did care about money, wealth, and excess, which Stella was more than an expert in, whether she liked it or not. This made her presence in the New York social scene almost magnetic. People would flock to her, drawn in by her ethereal beauty, effortless charm, and “fuck it all” party girl attitude.

Attention was a dangerous drug for a girl like Stella, who had spent her whole life freeing herself from her mother’s tarnished legacy. And when she had finally done it, had finally succeeded in making people call her “Stella Evans” instead of “Baby Estelle”, it made her wild with reckless abandon. All her new friends and lovers wanted to buy her shots and make her feel good any way she wanted, and it was only polite for Stella to let them do it.

The next few years were filled with exclusive clubs, raucous spring breaks, glamorous yacht parties, champagne kisses with boys and girls, social media notoriety, and juicy headlines that cemented her status as an it-girl. Her modeling career resumed with a promise to her father that she would go to college at the same time. Armed with a golden reputation, endless connections, and natural charisma and talent, Stella began to walk all the major runways and was in talks to appear in Sports Illustrated and Victoria’s Secret. Unlike her mother, she proved that she had both high fashion attitude and sex appeal. Stella was unstoppable.

Until she wasn’t. After a night of drinking and an ill-timed bet that she could parallel park her date’s Range Rover (despite the fact that Stella didn’t have a license to speak of), the police charged her with a DUI. This time, she didn’t get off so easy. Her father pulled as many strings as possible to keep her image clean in the press, but word got out anyway. Fucking instagram.

Faced with the threat of losing her big modeling campaigns, Stella agreed to clean up her image. Think rehab, charity work, inspirational interviews. The whole shebang. And it worked - kind of. It’s hard to navigate a world filled with temptation, but Stella doesn’t know how to survive without the glitz and glamour of the wealthy world. She dropped out of college against her dad’s wishes, officially surrendering herself to the New York social scene. Rich girls have more fun, anyway. But sometimes she hates it and wants to be “normal”. Even so, she knows that she never will be and embraces the beautiful chaos that her life of excess brings to her.

As far as rich kids go, Stella is almost down-to-earth. Kind of. She likes to think that she is, but she’s also the kind of girl who would never be caught dead on the subway. Or a taxi. Black cars and private jets only, please. Underneath it all, Stella wants (and frankly, needs) real connections in her life. People who genuinely care about her and have her best interests at heart are extremely rare, so when Stella lets someone get close to her, they’re with her for life. Her reckless, carefree attitude can definitely get her into trouble, so she can be a handful.

But one of her shining traits is that she doesn’t judge, at least not as openly and viciously as her peers. Stella’s life of wealth and status is definitely ingrained in her, but she is also openminded and accepting. Her friends don’t need to be old money. They just need to be real. You can catch her being the talk of the town in her native Upper East Side, but also vibing with the up and comers in Tribeca. Below the layers of superficiality and obsession with the finer things in life, this supermodel has a heart of gold. But don’t fuck with her. Stella is dangerous and defiant when she wants to be, and nothing can get in the way of her getting what she wants. Even if what she wants could destroy her one day.

*** her bio is still a wip and i’m working on some inspo for wanted connections, but definitely lmk if you have any questions or think stella would be a good fit for connections with your muses ! 

[enigmatic-elegance]

RP Tips! (From a medic)

Hello friends! So in my time RPing, I sometimes come across small instances of inaccuracy when it comes to certain injury related things. Of course, we write in a fantasy world here. A world where you can be actually dead and walking around, or have a magic glow protect you from harm, or alchemy to completely block pain, or any other number of fanciful things!

This is not a dig at -anyone’s- RP, I promise! You should write in whatever way is most fun for you. I’m making this more for the one or two people who aim for total accuracy but might miss a few things at times. Let’s get into it!

Punched/Hit on the Nose

Misconception: You have a warrior, seen a lot of battle, done their time. Someone winds up and decks them across the nose bridge. They are wobbled back a bit but rise up, blood dripping from their nose, and they smirk.

Reality: Being hit on the nose sucks. A lot. If you want some of the experience without the danger, lay one finger right across the tip and tap it with your other hand’s fingers over and over. You might not feel agony, but your eyes will likely water and you might feel itching into your cheeks and lips. This is because the nerves of the face are all -very- interconnected. Being whacked across the nose is not only going to hurt a ton, but it’s going to blind you and disorient you no matter how tough you are.

Bonus Fact: A punch to the jaw does not knock you out by stopping nervous signals to the brain. It hyper-stimulates it. As the brain rattles inside the fluid-filled skull it is bombarded by signals firing off all at once. This sends the brain into overload followed by a temporary paralysis as it attempts to ‘reboot’. This is why you go unconscious.

Neck Breaking

Misconception: It’s the dead of night. A soldier stands guard by the main gate, eyes scanning the night with a bored expression. He does not hear the footsteps until it’s far too late. A pair of hands grip his cheeks, and with a swift twist his lifeless body hits the dirt.

Reality: Breaking a neck is actually surprisingly difficult to do in hand to hand, even if you are trained. It’s not enough to twist the neck, or to tilt the head, you need to do both. Moreso, you are fighting against all the musculature in the neck, and depending on how built your foe is that can be a lot. Breaking the neck would take a lot of leverage, you can’t just use your hands. You’d need to use your whole arm, torso, and abdomen to gain enough leverage while also keeping their body still at the same time. It can be done, of course. Just not as easy as the films like you to think.

Bonus Fact: Did you know you can’t break your own neck with your hands? Set aside the fact that we are built with inhibitors that prevent self damage of that magnitude, we actually can not generate the leverage needed without rotating our shoulders and thus offloading the pressure on the spine.

Choked Out

Misconception: The struggle spilled from the chair onto the floor. The thief had their arms wrapped firm around the throat of the book keeper, and though he squirmed the color built up in his face. Eventually, the fight ceased. His body fell limp as he blacked out. The thief slides the body to a nearby dresser to stash where none would find him. The thief had bought themselves some time.

Reality: The thief has bought themselves next to nothing. Choke holds don’t typically put someone out by cutting off their air supply. You in fact put pressure on the vessels and arteries that keep the brain supplied with blood. Without it, a person blacks out. However once the hold is released, blood supply is restored and a person wakes up almost immediately. They might be very dazed for a minute as they try and remember where they are and what happened, but they won’t be out for hours as is often assumed.

Bonus Fact: Want to kill someone by cutting off air supply? You’d better clear your schedule. It can take upwards of 3-5 minutes. The lungs hold a lot of air that never partakes in oxygen exchange, called ‘dead space’. Even if you cut off air supply, the lungs can continue to harvest that dead space even into unconsciousness. Unless the space is replaced with something like water (e.g. Drowning) you are going to need to wait a few minutes for death to come.

Getting Shot

Misconception: Another bullet impacted the warrior’s chest, but he would not fall. He gripped his blades tighter as another bullet ripped into his abdomen, and another to his shoulder. He would not stop, fury in his eyes as he charged.

Reality: He’d stop. Being shot is a nightmare. The human body can take a lot of punishment, and I’ve seen people with 20+ stab wounds walk to my ambulance. However, most modern rounds are dispensed at high velocity which tear the flesh on impact and the rounds themselves are designed to tumble, ricochet, or fragment within a body for maximum internal damage. The body can only take so much before it shuts down, no matter how angry or determined a person is. Usually one or two well placed rounds to the body will drop you.

Bonus Fact: Using older weapons? Might even be worse. Those rounds were solid round balls. They’d take a person off their feet at center of mass and rip chunks out of limbs as they zipped by like mini cannon balls.

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I have more but this is already long enough. Remember, this is not me saying you -have- to RP this way. It’s way more dramatic and cool to have the person who is superhuman because that’s what makes fantasy fantasy. Take what you want from this if you take anything at all, and I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

[anandsamir]

★ ━  ( dev patel,   male,   he/him )  ━ ★   just to be clear, ya didn’t get this information from me.   The person you’re lookin’ for is   SAMIR ANAND.  also known as   SAM.    Last I heard they were born on   AUGUST 12, 1990   in    SILVER CITY, NEW MEXICO,   and they’ve been livin’ here in   DOWNTOWN PORTLAND,    for about    THREE MONTHS.   Word around the districts is,   SAM   can be  CYNICAL,   BLUNT,   and    FLAKY, but alls I seen is good things, like the fact that they’re   CAREFREE,   LOYAL,   and    QUIXOTIC,   but guess that depends on how well ya know ‘em.   The last thing ya need to know is that they work as a/an   PÂTISSIER AT PETITE PROVENCE  and I don’t know much about what that’s like but I do know that’s all I can tell ya the rest you gotta find out on ya, own. 

howdy, howdy babes !! my name is naomi, i’m a 24 year old pisces who technically lives in pst but between animal crossing and just me being an overall sleep DEMON i keep the worst hours imaginable. if you prefer discord please don’t hesitate to just dm me, just give me some time to reply i promise its not you, its me mentally replying and then going to get a snack and uhoh its been 3 hours and now im nervous that i’ve made it terribly awkward.                                p.s. please be gentle with me, i haven’t rp’ed in a proper group in ages                               but all my friends are busy and this rp just happened to be at the top                               of the tags when i was searching so i thought it was fate.

TL;DR of my 3am frenzy writing ( ie the bio i submitted and thought yes this is good shit ):

samir is a leo sun, taurus moon, libra rising bad bitch.

just kidding, he’s just trying to piece his life back together after getting the shock of his life.

he was raised by parents who supported his creative endeavors and though he compared himself to his successful older sister, he found his own footing in the culinary world and flourished. 

he worked tirelessly through both stages of chef and pastry but just as he thought he had it figured out his fiance(e) called off their engagement. 

devastated he took the best/cheapest within reason flight back to america ( business because a 14 to 20 hour flight is no joke and its not like he has deposits to pay anymore aNYWAY )

since he’s been in portland he’s done everything and anything to keep busy when he’s not working.

so they could have met anywhere! or can meet soon :)

sam really needs a dog but if he can stop to pet your muse’s dog that’s just as good. he’s 100% the type to ask about any potential dog allergies and then make them homemade treats

connection ideas ??:

your muse stopped sam from petting fish in a park pond. he swears up and down that he wasn’t trying to steal them but he’s not sure if they believe him or not.

even though they live in vastly different neighborhoods, someone’s package got delivered to the wrong house and they delivered it to the right house. ( super open, he would do this even if your muse wouldn’t so don’t worry ^^ )

your muse knows that he misread a casting call that he thought was for personal security but was actually for a stripper cop and he had to apologize profusely his first week in portland 

your muse heard samir tell his sister on the phone that batman wasn’t that great and your muse did nothing when he got hit by a bike for walking in the bike lane

actually, siri, alexa, and google home are wire taps you paid for conversations dead sober at any time is 100% appropriate

samir proudly said michelangelo for ‘who invented the light bulb’ at a pub trivia night and he’s never been back since

can i interest you in a drunken self debate on C vs F? the answer is temperature sucks and measuring sucks and you know what doesn’t suck? shooooooots

they are decent enough friends but your muse works up the courage to ask why he has so many odd frog trinkets and he has to awkwardly explain that instead of developing a palpable personality around his parents when he was a teen he just told them he like frogs so now they send him dumb stuff like froggie oven mitts and frog keychains and its just gone on for so long he actually does like them and please take one of the three frog umbrellas his mom sent him when he told her he moved to portland and she said, ‘hm, rainy’ and sent them with her next care package.

they travel similar routes around the same time and every day and the one day samir says to himself that he won’t have the backbone of a chocolate eclair the only thing that pops out of his mouth is ‘you dress like a cartoon character’ and he’s never emotionally recovered -- its logically a uniform but why is he like that

just nine mini ideas for luck, but i was just playing around we can brainstorm together or just throw them into some ridiculous situation and let what happens happens. i should be up around noon pst bc thats just the type of person i am lol. 

[ryoshan-a]

ok. listen i know i havent been here in ages and this isn’t an original idea but hear me out:

RWBY as a live action tv series, and our characters as the actors, actresses, and crew.  

set in our world modern verse. featuring a small production company, employing and casting crew and actors from all over the world. not convinced yet? here’s why y’all should indulge me: 

your muse canonically dead or afk? not anymore!! they produce the show now. or write it. or just hang out on the set when they’re free. 

your muse a villain and hard to rp with other folk? not anymore!!! let them be pals with the most unlikely of other people. see how they deal with fndm hating their character. (or loving their char too much)

your char an oc? nOT ANYMORE. theyre canon chars now. maybe they write the show. direct. tell qrow off when he almost posts spoilers on twitter. ANYTHING

whats a crossover? the ocs you rp with are now actors/crew in their own universe’s movie/game/tv show. the chars from other fandoms are actors/crew in their source’s show/movie/game. 

your ship a rarepair u jump through hoops to put together? not anymore!! their actors are shacking up. 

lbr we’re all suffering the hiatus. who needs canon material for this!! they’re in shooting for the eps that’ll air in october. 

seriously, how easy would it be to get,, literally the entire community involved in something like this. TAG ME IF YOU DO!!! i wanna see what folk come up with!!

still not convinced? here’s some ideas i came up with, with the help of @iruzurru and @rosescattered. obv if i mention your muse and you wanna get in on this dont feel like you have to follow these!! these are just meant to inspire™

under the cut, cause lONG: 

taiyang and summer club together every year to fund a holiday for the entire cast and crew to celebrate the end of a season. they buy out an entire plane for the journeys and instigate travelling songs 

taiyang is a writer for the show who played ruby and yang’s dad more as a cameo, but got given more scenes when the character proved rlly popular 

summer is a writer too. noone, not even tai knows she’s gonna be playing summer when she shows up later in the show >:3c 

emerald and cinder being best friends who play up icly for the fans. emerald throws down on twitter with anyone who harrasses cinder for playing a baddie 

winter wasn’t an actor originally. she writes novels, but she was on set one day waiting for weiss to finish shooting so they could go to lunch. 

she was given first dibs on an audition to play weiss’ ic sister and nails it. weiss insists she’s not even acting, she’s just Really Like This 

winter writes fanfic of emerald/cinder on ao3 for shits and giggles dont @ me. noone knows its her bc she uses winter’s ic callsign as a username and ppl just assume its a winter fan

this is yang’s first big acting job, but she’s Known in celebrity circles because her mom is the Very Famous Raven Branwen.raven’s a household name 

raven subsequently gets cast as her real mom because it just makes sense and would boost the series’ popularity following her guest appearance at the end of volume 2 

qrow is very vocal about his character’s storylines and supports charities relating to substance abuse. he frequently finds himself in twitter discourse with fans because he loudly discourages romanticising his character 

this gets him accused of hating his character, which he doesn’t. fandom either loves him or hates him 

qrow and raven arent siblings but they might as well be because they’re so fking close and roast each other on twitter all the time 

neo’s actress is actually a really famous opera singer who’s breaking into acting. this gives rise to the popular fanon that neo actually can talk and has a bitchin’ voice but chooses not to. 

emerald’s an orphan. she bounced around kids homes and developed a great talent for lying in the process. hearing a drama teacher describe acting as ‘lying really well’ sealed the deal for her career choice. she’s had bit parts and lives in a shitty apartment until rwby becomes her first big break. 

coco was a big actress in france. she came to america seeking to break into hollywood, and found it pretty difficult. she’s emerald’s roommate, and it’s emerald who tells her about the opening for a member of team cfvy and pushes her to audition. 

ilia has to wear one of those green screen suits all the time so they can animate her scales. yang gets a selfie with her every time she’s wearing it. takes upon takes have been ruined by blake and sun laughing at her. 

it annoys ilia at first. then, she starts to find it funny. then, she gets her own back by purposefully making people laugh. she does the yoshi mlem every time she cracks her whip. 

pyrrha’s actress routinely gets bit parts and cameos in future volumes bc the cast and crew love her so much they want her around all the time. she’s like 50% of the reason a comedy mini-series where nothing bad happens exists alongside the main series. 

the entire cast and crew rallying around cinder after v3 when the fan backlash comes from pyrrha’s onscreen death. they throw a party after to celebrate pyrrha and cinders great performances. its a greek theme

team rwby, smartasses that they are, all come dressed as achilles with little papier mache arrows stuck in their heels

weiss is a Career Showman. she started off in ballet, then moved to broadway, then onto the bigscreen. she’s had a huge amount of success despite how young she is, and was continually pushed to land greater and greater roles. she suffered a very publicised breakdown because of the stress. 

she ‘disappeared’ in the showbiz scene when she went to live with winter in her remote little writing shack in the middle of assfuck nowhere to recharge. 

rwby is her first acting job since then. she was hesitant to start back at all, but finds herself extremely supported and refreshed by the small, close-knit production. 

blake’s had to work twice as hard for every role she’s ever landed due to being an ethnic minority. her professionalism makes her seem closed off and cold, so she hasn’t made many friends. she has a small, devoted fanbase, though.

summer is one of those fans, and has always wanted to cast blake in something. her character was written with her in mind, and summer was elated when blake accepted the proffered audition and subsequent role in rwby. 

ruby is summer and tai’s daughter!! they are not shy at all about saying that her part was written For Her. they don’t apologise for it either fuck u they created this show they cast who they want. 

the red trailer only initially existed for ruby to do a screentest of her character. it was so well produced and nailed so hard they made it promotional material and wrote the white, black and yellow ones to go with it. 

ruby grew up reading her parents’ stuff and writing her own, too. in school, she wrote, directed and produced an entire play for her classmates, but never thought of acting until her parents suggested she play the lead in this new show they’ve been thinking about. 

ruby and yang met on set. they’ve been thick as thieves ever since. 

...AND SO ON I COULD DO THIS ALL DAY GUYS 

[janethepegasus]

BMC Miraculous Ladybug AU RP Thing: Jane’s Mind World

An RP me and @pika-ace did relating to the BMC Miraculous Ladybug AU, where an akuma transforms the city with every single aspect of Jane’s mind. (Plus a MINI crossover with my Hamilton Digimon Frontier AU X3c)

(The main seven fight against an Akuma while Jane and Kirsty stay in the sidelines of the fight)

Kirsty: C’mon guys...!

Jane: You can do it...!

(The holders dodge the crystals as best they can)

(Eventually, while Owl was in the air, the akuma throws a crystal and it stabs through one of Owl's wings)

Owl: AH!! *he lands shakily* Swan: DAD!

(Owl lands on the ground and slowly got up to his knees. But then the Akuma appears in front of him) Akuma: Well well, I made a lucky shot on those wings of yours! *a crystal appears* let’s see if I can make another one...towards your head! >:)

Jane: NO!!

(Jane runs as fast as she could and gets in between the akuma and Owl)

(The crystal hits Jane’s head) Kirsty: JANEY!! Jane: ...I immediately regret this decision... O_O

(There was a bright flash of light and then a giant wave blows away the main seven)

(Kirsty hangs onto something and screams and the light eventually fades)

(The whole city had transformed into a landscape based off of everything from Jane's mind)

(Kirsty slowly gets up) Kirsty: Jane..?

(She looks up and sees that Jane is in a cocoon made out of crystal)

Kirsty: JANE!! *she runs up to the crystal* Jane!! Jane wake up!! JANE!

(She doesn't respond, she's clearly unconscious)

Kirsty: Oh my god, Jane...!

(She stares at the crystal cocoon but then suddenly, the akuma appears behind her)

(Kirsty sees the shadow and whirls around) Akuma: She won’t wake. Kirsty: What are you talking about?!

Akuma: Don't you see the land around you? Everything in her mind is here, she has no control of what's in her mind anymore. And you could say, her consciousness is

everywhere now, but she doesn't have the power to do anything. Just let her mind do it's thing in this city!

Kirsty: Wha-NO!! Let her go, right now!!

Akuma: Afraid not, missy! >:)

Kirsty: You better let her go right now or I'll- Akuma: *leans down to meet her eyes* You'll what? Kick me in the shins XD

Kirsty: >:(((((

(The crystals around Jane seem to shimmer a bit from Kirsty's touch) Akuma: Interesting...

Kirsty: Huh?

Akuma: Tell me...are you two...close?

Kirsty: Well DUH! She's my best friend AND girlfriend! Of COURSE we're close! >:(

Akuma: Well that explains it. *he grabs Kirsty by the back of her shirt, pulling her up and away from the crystals which then fade*

Kirsty: *struggles* LET ME GO!! >:(

Akuma: Your presence presents a problem...but could also present an advantage >:)c

Kirsty: What the hell do you mean?!

Akuma: Well, these Miraculous fools clearly have a near perfect record when it comes to fighting akumas; I'd be an idiot to not have an extra hostage, as well as some

leverage in case this one *gestures to Jane* somehow wakes up.

(Kirsty glares at the akuma)

Akuma: Now, come with me; we may be together for a while *tucks Kirsty under his arm and walks away from the crystal*

Kirsty: *tries to reach out to the crystal* JANEY!!

(Jane's crystal glimmers slightly as Kirsty is taken away)

(Meanwhile with the main seven, they all got blasted away to different parts of the newly transformed city) (Owl falls into an area based off of Jane’s dreams and falls into a pool of water.) (A few seconds later, he resurfaced, but oddly, something about him changed...)

Owl: Ow...what...? *looks himself over* WHAT IN THE WORLD?!

(He gets out of the pool of water and looks at the surface of the water, seeing his newly transformed body)

Owl: Did I...turn into one of Jane's Digi-something's??

(He looks at himself, seeing the claws on his paws, the purple and white fur, and the long tail)

Owl: God Jane, why is your mind such an odd place...??

(He looks around the area and sees that there are other spots in the area based off of Jane's dreams)

Owl: I suppose the others are somewhere out there...I hope Kirsty made it out okay as well...

Owl: *looks at himself and looks at the area* Well, i suppose i should start looking for them...even if i'm...THIS.

(Owl heads off on his way)

(Meanwhile with Dasher, he falls into an area based off of Jane's ideas. He falls to the ground, rolls a bit, and then finally lands on the ground on his back)

Dasher: Ow...

(He winces at the pain he was given upon landing) (But then, someone appeared next to him, looking down with concern) ???: Hello? Are you okay?

Dasher: Ugh, yeah I think so... *he blinks at whoever’s talking to him*

(His vision became clear and saw that Alexander Hamilton was standing next to him)

Dasher: ......WHAT THE FUCK?! *jumps up*

Alex: *jumps* AH! Huh, wha?!

Dasher: Oh right, this Jane’s head, I should be expecting shit like this...

Alex: Umm...i don't get what you mean... :/c

Dasher: Nevermind, Anyway, I’m looking for my friends

Alex: Really?

Dasher: Yeah, they all have outfits like me; seen anyone like that?

Alex: Not really. Well, except for you. :/

Dasher: Okay then...

(Dasher starts to leave but Alex stops him) Alex: Can I help you look for them?

Dasher: Uh, sure why not?

Alex: Great! Let's go then!

(They head off)

(Meanwhile with Leo, he falls into an area based off of Jane's fears. Leo falls into a neighborhood that isn't from New Jersey)

Leo: Ooooh I already hate this place...

(Suddenly, he hears the sound of rapid dogs, he whirls around and sees big dogs with glowing red eyes running towards him, while the owners of said dogs just sit there and do nothing)

Leo: Oh hell no...! (He starts running)

(He runs down the sidewalk, while the rapid dogs keep chasing him, snarling and barking at him)

Leo: Aw c’mon dogs and cats don’t hate each other THIS much!!!

(He keeps running until he gets to a cross walk. But as soon as he took one step on the cross walk, a car suddenly appears and zooms by)

Leo: JESUS!

(He takes a step back, he looks back and sees that the rapid dogs were still chasing him)

Leo: Oh god oh god...!

(He panics, stuck between a bunch of rapid dogs wanting to tear him apart and a crosswalk where every step, a car will zoom by)

(Leo looks up and resorts to climbing a nearby building)

(He climbs up the building until he got to the roof, he looks down and sees the rapid dogs clawing on the wall and bark at him)

Leo: Whew! *he deflates*

(He looks around the area)

Leo: I really hope there aren’t more dogs...

(Meanwhile with Timber, he fell into a area based off all of Jane's venting towards her old family, He lands in a dark landscape)

Timber: This doesn’t look friendly...

(Just then, whispers of Jane’s past family started to rise and shadows started to form)

Timber: Oh boy...

(The whispers get louder and louder as the shadows grew, until those shadows became dark silhouetted versions of Jane's old family with red eyes)

Timber: Jesus Christ...

(They started to approach Timber, while saying upsetting things towards him)

Timber: *unsheathes claws* God Jane, when you get night terrors you REALLY get them...

(The shadows approach closer and closer towards Timber)

(Timber slashes at them)

(The shadows get cut into pieces from Timber's claws, but a few seconds later, they reform)

Timber: Aw Dammit...!

(The shadows keep approaching him, their red eyes glaring at Timber)

(Seeing no other option Timber starts to run)

(The shadows chase after him)

Timber: I gotta find the others and get the hell outta here!

(Meanwhile with Cyber, he fell into an area based off Jane's memories.)

Cyber: Where the hell...?

(He looks around and sees floating blue crystals all around him, every single one containing a memory)

Cyber: Interesting...and much less chaotic than I was expecting...

(He looks at a crystal floating in front of him, when he touched it, he saw a memory of Jane attending Eric and Jordan's wedding. And he could feel Jane's emotion

during that moment, happiness)

Cyber: Aww...it feels like this happened so long ago... :)

(He watches the memory for a few seconds, and then he let's go of the crystal)

(Cyber looks at the other crystals)

(He touches the other crystals, seeing different memories and feeling certain emotions she felt during that moment, happiness, anger, sadness, fear, etc)

Cyber: Goodness...

(He touches another crystal and he's suddenly hit with a wave of emotions as he saw a memory where Jane was comforting Eric and Jordan in the bathroom)

Cyber: Ah yes, I remember this one

(He watches the memory as it goes on, feeling Jane's concern for the two)

Cyber: She is a sweet girl...

(He lets go of the crystal and looks around)

Cyber: I should really start looking for the others...

Cyber: I hope they’re okay...

(Meanwhile with Hound...)

(He fell into an area that is filled with everything inbetween, such as talents, thoughts, memes, etc)

Hound: Damn...don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t this...

(He looks around the junkyard-like area)

Hound: *rubs hands* Alright, Weird ass Jane stuff, show me what ya got

(He walks through the area, he takes a couple of steps until he saw someone coming out of a hole)

Hound: *steps back* Hoo boy, here we go...

(It was a black guy with dirty and torn up clothes, had crazy eyes, and was carrying a large half of Watermelon) (The dude looks at Hound) Dude: HEY! What year is this???

Hound: *stares* Uh...2018...?

Dude: *eyes widen* ...Vine is dead... (He starts running away) Dude: *screaming* VINE IS DEAD!!!!

Hound: O_O ...Well he’s not wrong...

Hound: Guess i gotta bare shit like this if i wanna find everyone...

(Hound heads off)

(Meanwhile with Swan, he falls into an area based off of Jane's likes and dislikes)

Swan: Where is this...?

(He looks around and sees small areas dedicated to Jane's likes and dislikes, with her likes being houses or castles, while her dislikes being prisons or cages)

Swan: I hope none of the others are in cages...

(He starts walking through the area, looking for the others)

Swan: Guys?! Are you there?!

(He looks at one of the cages, expecting one of his friends to be there.......but what he found in that cage is every single vegetable known to man in the cage)

Swan: Huh...guess I can’t really blame her...

Swan: *steps away from the cage* But i know the others are somewhere out here!

(He keeps looking around)

(Meanwhile with Dasher, he and Alex search through the transformed city for any signs of the others)

Dasher: C’mon guys where are you?

(They keep looking around the city until they skid to a halt when they hear a monster roaring)

Dasher: Thaaaaat doesn’t sound good...

(The ground rumbles as something big was coming their way. Until a dragon based on the moon turns a corner and glares at Dasher and Alex)

Dasher: Hooooooly SHIT

(The moon dragon roars at them, ready to attack them)

Dasher: What do we do?! Alex: I got this!

Dasher: Wha? (Alex reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Digivice)

(It lights up and rings appear on his hands) Alex: Execute!

Alex: Spirit Evolution!! (Flames engulf Alex, the flames giving him armor. Then after a couple of seconds, the fire bursts out, revealing a new form) Agunimon: AGUNIMON!

Dasher: Whoooooa WHAT?!

Agunimon: Impressed? :3c

Dasher: How did you DO THAT?! :Oc Agunimon: I’ll explain when a moon monster isn’t roaring at us

(The moon dragon roars again and charges towards them)

(Agunimon charges)

Agunimon: Pyro Punch!! *leaps towards the moon dragon and punches it with a fist full of flames*

(The monster roars and staggers back)

(The moon dragon growls and starts charging a beam in it's mouth)

Agunimon: Bring it, Moon Boy!

(The moon monster fires the beam towards Agunimon)

Dasher: ALEX!!

(Dasher zooms towards Agunimon and knocks him out of the way, making the beam miss both Agunimon and Dasher)

Agunimon: *blinks* Whoa What- *glances* How did you-?! (Dasher keeps zooming around, landing rapid fire punches on the dragon)

Agunimon: Woah... O_O

(The two work together to fight the dragon)

(Eventually, they managed to beat down the moon dragon)

Dasher: Hell Yeah!

Agunimon: We beat em! >:D (They high fived)

Agunimon: How did you move that fast? Dasher: How did YOU turn into a monster-fire-puncher thing?

Agunimon: It's a LOOOONG story... Dasher: Same here!

(They sit down and start exchanging stories)

(After a while...) Dasher: Sooo...you, Burr, Thomas, Eliza, and John, all got sent to the Digital World to be holders of these Digimon Spirits, and you guys are pretty much set up to save the Digital World from evil?

Agunimon: Yep.

Agunimon: Aaaaand you and your friends got some magic jewelry from a million year old owl guy and it gives you super powers to fight an evil Raven man? Dasher: Pretty much.

Agunimon: Huh. Interesting. :/

Dasher: Yeah

Agunimon: Soooo...i guess we continue our search for your friends?

Dasher: Oh right!

(They get up and keep searching) (Meanwhile with Owl, he’s still wondering through the dream area, though finding it a bit difficult to manage his new body)

Owl: I still don’t even know what I am...!

Owl: I can't walk straight hunched down like this! *he looks at his back and notices tiny black bat wings on his back*

Owl: Can I even fly with these?!

(He attempts to fly with the tiny wings, but he barely got an inch off the ground)

Owl: These are pitiful!

(Suddenly, he hears a loud screeching sound)

Owl: What the-?!

(Suddenly, a large wyvern that's a mix between Raven Claw and a dragon appears, his pure red eyes looking down at him)

Owl: O_O Oh dear...

(The monster screeches at him and prepares to attack with his talons)

Owl: Oh god...well if I remember, Jane said these Digi-creatures have powers, so I must too!

Owl: But what can this thing do- *suddenly a metal cannon ball shoots out from his mouth and hits the monster*

Owl: O_O ......Well...

(The monster staggers and growls at Owl)

Owl: Alright then...take this! >:( *he shoots more cannon balls*

(They hit the monster, making it screech in pain)

Owl: Alright...this isn’t as bad as I thought

(The monster growls and swoops down from the sky, ready to attack him with his talons)

(Owl carefully aims and fires right at the monsters face)

(It hits and it falls to the ground, screeching in pain)

Owl: Now to finish this!

(But just as he was gonna make the finishing move, the monster gets up, glares at Owl, and quickly gets up to him, talons on his wings unsheathed and ready to strike)

Owl: You just won’t stay down will you? >:(

(The monster growls and slashes him with his talons)

Owl: GAH!

(He gets blown back a little and lands on the ground, wincing at the pain. While the monster approaches him, ready to crush him with his talons)

Owl: No...!

(The monster was about to attack him, but suddenly, Owl's body started to glow)

(He glows and stars to grow bigger)

(Unintentionally, he shouts out..) Owl: Dorumon Digivolve to...!! (He grows bigger and the light fades) Owl: ...Dorugamon!

Owl: *looks at himself* What in the world??

Owl: What the hell happened?! (The monster growls at Owl, glaring at him)

Owl: Well, regardless, I’m bigger now; maybe now I can teach you a lesson >:(

(The monster leaps towards him, talons bared, but Owl shoots out a large cannon ball towards him)

(The canon ball is much bigger and makes the monster fly back)

(The monster falls to the ground a couple of feet away from him)

Owl: Are you done? >:(

(It tried to get up but then it fell right back down, not having the energy to fight anymore)

Owl: That’s What I thought.

(Suddenly, the monster faded away like dust, being defeated by Owl)

Owl: *sighs* Now...Where was I? Ah yes, I have to find my children

(He looks at his back and sees the large dragon wings on his back)

Owl: Now that’s more like it! *he flaps his wings*

(He lifts him in the air and starts flying through the sky) (Meanwhile with Leo, he’s jumping through rooftops, avoiding going to the ground because of those rapid dogs that chased him)

Leo: Sheesh, give it up already!!

(He keeps leaping through rooftops until he reached a rooftop that suddenly collapses under him)

Leo: NOOOOO! *he falls through*

(He falls into a dark room with no lights. As soon as he landed on the ground, the hole quickly repaired itself, leaving him alone in the dark)

Leo: Oh god...

(He gets up and couldn’t see much in the dark) (But then, he heard something creeping towards him)

Leo: Um...h-hello...?

(Suddenly, a knife was pointed at his chest and a creepy white face, nose you can barely see, bloody lips, and unblinking eyes) Jeff: *creepy tone* Go. To. Sleep...

(Leo makes a terrified whine/squeaking noise)

(He backs up a bit but then he bumps into something, he turns around and sees Ben Drowned smiling wickedly at him)

(Leo’s heart pounds as he tries to get away but keeps running into terrifying things)

(Leo yelps or screams every time he did bump into something)

(Eventually he gets backed into a corner)

Leo: Crap...!!

(Leo tries to use his claws, but they do nothing to damage them)

(His heart races and his breathing picks up as the terrifying creatures started to corner him)

Leo: *covers his head* NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!!

(He curls up into a ball, shaking in fear, as the terrifying creatures approach him) (Meanwhile with Cyber, he felt a sinking feeling in his chest, a sense of worry for Leo)

Cyber: Leo...! *he turns in the direction the feeling seems to be pointing to*

(He runs until he reaches the area based off of Jane’s fears, where he’s greeted by rapid dogs wanting to bite him)

Cyber: Whoa! *jumps away*

(He keeps running but the rapid dogs were now chasing him)

(Cyber quickly retreats to the roof and looks down) Cyber: What the hell...? ???: *in the distance* HELP!!

Cyber: *recognizes the voice* JEREMY!!

(Cyber runs across the rooftops, following the screams)

(Eventually, he got to the building where Leo is.) (The roof collapsed under him and he fell into a dark room, the hole quickly repairing itself a second later)

Cyber: Jeremy?! (He looks around and lights the area up with his lightning and spies Leo against the wall, tied up and gagged as multiple terrifying figures look ready to rip him to pieces)

Cyber: JEREMY!!!

Leo: MMMPH!! (The creatures turn towards Cyber)

(The creatures wickedly grin at Cyber) Cyber: Let my son go!! (They don’t respond, but some of the creatures runs towards him)

(Cyber’s hands light up and he shoots lightning at them)

(It hits the creatures, knocking them down)

(Cyber runs towards the others who are trying to take Leo away, now in angry Dad mode)

Cyber: Get your filthy hands OFF MY SON!! *his body lights up with electricity*

(He slams his hands on the ground, making a shock wave that blows the other monsters away and misses Leo)

(The monsters were knocked out, leaving plenty of space for Cyber to get Leo)

Cyber: Son! *he runs over and unties the gag, holding Leo* Are you alright?!

Leo: *shaking* N-N-No...

(Cyber unties him and pulls him into a hug)

Cyber: Oh son...

(Leo shivers and hugs him back and Cyber picks him up) Cyber: C’mon, let’s get out of here...

(Leo nods)

(Cyber blasts a hole in the ceiling and jumps out with Leo in his arms and Cyber travels across the rooftops carefully)

(Meanwhile with Swan, he keeps looking through cages of Jane's dislikes, expecting one of the others to be in there, but only sees one of Jane's dislikes)

Swan: I’m getting nowhere! *he starts flying*

(He looks around at the ground, hoping to find the others)

(He eventually makes it out of the likes/dislikes area and into a jungle where he sees a big creature)

Swan: What is that...?

(Swan flies up to him) Swan: Are you friendly...?

(Owl looks and sees Swan)

Owl: Swan! :D

Swan: Huh?! You know my name?!

Owl: Son, it’s me!

Swan: *blinks* D-Dad?!

Swan: W-What happened to you?!

Owl: I turned into those...Digi-Creatures. Swan: You mean Digimon?

Owl: Yes, those!

Swan: Wow...you actually look kinda cool like one, Dad! :0c

Owl: You think so? Swan: Yeah! :D

Owl: *slightly blushes* Th-Thank you, son... :)

Owl: Well, now that we’ve found each other we should find the others

Swan: Yeah! Hopefully they're somewhere out here...

(Meanwhile, with Timber...)

(He's still being chased down by shadows of Jane's old family)

Timber: Jesus these things are fast..!

(He keeps running until a shadow of Jane’s Aunt catches up to him and grabs him from behind) Shadow of Jane’s Aunt: “Spoiled 6 year old!”

Timber: HEY!

(The shadow of Jane’s uncle appears in front of him) Shadow of Jane’s Uncle: “We know what’s best, so shut up and do as we say!”

Timber: I don’t have to do a damn thing you say! *slashes at him*

(The shadow gets cut in half, but it quickly repairs itself) Shadow of Jane’s Uncle: “We will not reward such behavior” Shadow of Jane’s Aunt: “Hasty decision.” (The other shadows slowly gang up on him)

(Timber tries to get away but they slowly pin him down)

(He tries to get up, but the shadows keep him down) (But suddenly, in front of him, a spotlight turned on, showing Jane in chains and her head hanging low)

Timber: What the-?!

(Suddenly, the song "Escapism" starts playing. But as it got to the line "I wanna be free", the pitch gets lower and slower until it's barely hearable. Then, Jane slowly raised her head, showing that her eyes and mouth are completely black and tears were pouring out of her eyes)

Timber: Jesus Christ...!

(The shadows keep pinning him down, keeping him from escaping) (Meanwhile with Hound, he just got out a cave that was filled with all the sexual stuff Jane has seen and thought of, blushing VERY heavily)

Hound: Jesus, WHY???? (Just then he hears a familiar howl, making his ears twitch)

Hound: Huh?

(He listens closely and recognizes it) Hound: Dad?!

(He runs through the junkyard of miscellaneous stuff related to Jane until he reached a large dark cave that serves as an entry to the Vent Area)

(He hears the howling again) Hound: Hang on, Dad!!

(He runs into the cave, going deeper and deeper until he sees Timber being pinned down by shadows of Jane's old family, saying mean and upsetting things to him)

Hound: DAD!! (He runs over to the shadows)

Hound: Leave my dad alone you shadowy freaks!! *unsheathes his claws*

Timber: *struggles* Hound, they can’t be hurt...!

(Hound slashes the shadows and they quickly repair themselves) Hound: ...Oh shit. O_O

Hound: Okay, Plan B... Timber: What’s...Plan B?! Hound: Something that I don’t know will work but it’s worth a shot. Red Howl!!

(He howls and it echoes throughout the transformed city. A couple of seconds later, a large army of dogs, both real and from areas based off of Jane's interests, comes charging into the cave)

Hound: Holy shit it worked!!! :D Get ‘em! (The dogs attack the shadows and Hound steps in and pulls Timber away from the mess) Hound: Let’s get outta here!

Timber: Yeah!

(They run out of the area, leaving the dogs to fight the shadows)

(They exit the cave and re-enter the area filled with Jane's miscellaneous stuff)

Hound: Hopefully this won’t have anything crazy...

Timber: What the hell do you mean?

Hound: The things I’ve seen...you don’t wanna know

Timber: I’ll take your word for it... (They wonder into the junkyard) (Meanwhile with Dasher, he and Agunimon keep searching through the city until they spot two figures in the sky)

Dasher: Is that another monster? Agunimon: I hope not... (Meanwhile, Swan looks down and sees them)

Swan: I see Dasher down there!

(They start flying down) Swan: *waves* Hey, Dasher!!

Dasher: *squints and sees Swan* Swan?!

Swan: Yeah!! *they land* We found you! Dasher: Yeah! Uh...who’s your friend?

Swan: It's Owl! He turned into a Digimon! :D

Owl: Hello Dasher Dasher: Whaaaaaa?!

Dasher: THAT'S Owl Dad?! O_O

Owl: The one and only XD

Dasher: O_O *looks at Owl and Agunimon* I'm surrounded by Digi-Transformers! O_O

Swan: Heheh...I wonder if any of the others have changed? Guess we’ll have to find them and see

(Suddenly, they hear a loud roar nearby them)

Swan: What was that?!

(Suddenly, a large dragon based off the sun flies above them, roaring loudly)

Dasher: Aw man, not another one!!

Owl: Oh god... (The Sun dragon fires a flamethrower from its mouth towards the four)

(Owl quickly covers the four of them, letting the flames hit him)

Swan: DAD!!!

(Owl yells out but seems to be alright) Dasher: Holy shit, you okay Owl Dad?!

Owl: I-I'm fine...

(He gets off them and the dragon lands, roaring at them) Agunimon: Oh you’re asking for it now! >:(

(They attack the dragon but the dragon seems to be a bit stronger than them, making it difficult to take him down)

Agunimon: C’mon we gotta step it up a notch!

Agunimon: And I know how to do it! >:) (Suddenly, Agunimon glows) Agunimon: Slide Evolution! (The light fades and emerged a dragon with lots of armor on him) BurningGreymon: BurningGreymon!!

Dasher: OH MY GOD HES HUGE NOW!!!

BurningGreymon: Everything about me surprises you, huh? Dasher: HELL YEAH IT DOES!!! BurningGreymon: Well let’s keep fighting then! >:)

(They keep going and do much better with BurningGreymon)

(But at some point in the battle, the dragon sends a hard attack on Owl, it hits and sends him flying)

Swan: DAD!!

(He lands on the ground and the dragon was gonna land another hit on Owl, but then Owl’s body glowed and changed) Owl: *unintentionally* Dorugamon Digivolve to.....DoruGreymon!!

Swan: :DDDDDD Dasher: DUDE!!!

Owl: *looks at himself* Oh goodness, i'm BIGGER now! *looks at his two pairs of dragon-like wings* At least i can fly better...i think? *moves the second pair of wings*

(Owl joins BurningGreymon in the fight and they keep going)

(They keep fighting until they eventually land a hard hit on the sun dragon, knocking the dragon down)

Dasher: YEAH!! >:D

(The sun dragon fades away like mist as soon as it hit the ground)

Swan: Alright!

(BurningGreymon reverts back to Agunimon, while Owl observes his new body)

Owl: I’m certainly looking forward to seeing how else I can change in this form

Owl: Though i hope soon...because i feel a bit uncomfortable standing on all fours...

Dasher: Alright, let’s keep looking for the others!

Swan: Right!

(They head off, Meanwhile with Cyber and Leo..)

(Cyber and Leo exited the area of Jane's fears and enter a tunnel that had doors on both sides; this was the small area based off of Jane's musical interests)

Cyber: *still carrying Leo* How are you doing?

Leo: ...A little better...still a bit shaken though...

Cyber: Okay... *keeps carrying him and they look around*

(As they walk around the place, some background music started to play as the lights in the tunnel turned on)

(Cyber tightens his grip on Leo and keeps his guard up)

(He keeps going deeper into the cave until he hears echoes of someone coming) (Meanwhile with Timber and Hound, they enter the same tunnel Cyber and Leo are in, hearing the music playing in the tunnel)

Timber: What the hell...?

(They wonder into the tunnel, they keep going deeper until they hear someone coming)

Hound: *softly* What’s that?! Timber: *unsheathes claws* Get behind me!

(Hound gets behind Timber as they got closer) (Meanwhile Cyber’s hold on Leo tightens as he’s ready to protect him from whatever’s coming towards them as he got closer)

Leo: *curls into Cyber* Cy... Cyber: Its okay...I got you...

(Both sides got closer and closer to each other, ready to attack if they get close enough.)

(Finally they come into view) Cyber: Jordan?! Timber: Will?!

Hound: *peeks in* Jere?! Leo: M...Michael...?

(They hurry towards each other) Cyber: Thank god we found you! Timber: Yeah Same! What happened to Leo?! Hound: Are you okay?!

Leo: I-I-I think so...just...a-a little shaken...

Cyber: He got stuck in Jane’s worst fears Timber: Wait, that’s not where I was?! Hound: Wow, who knew...

Cyber: Wait, where were you?

Timber: Something involving Jane’s family being fucking insane

Timber: Trust me, it wasn't pretty...

Cyber: Goodness...

Cyber: You're not hurt, are you?

Timber: I’m fine, Hound got me out of it

Cyber: Oh thank god...

Hound: Yeah...

Timber: Well i'm glad we've found you, Peach. Now we just gotta find the others.

Timber: I can take over carrying for ya if you want

Cyber: Sure. *He hands Leo over to Timber*

(Timber carries Leo and they keep heading down the tunnel)

(Eventually they exit the tunnel but they entered the junkyard of Jane's miscellaneous stuff)

Hound: I hope there’s nothing scarring in here...

(They walk through the junkyard, looking at all the stuff in it. They even saw the black dude holding a large half of watermelon still running and screaming "VINE IS DEAD!")

Hound: *sighs* I want out of this...

(They keep walking through the junkyard, avoiding any stupid or crazy thing that comes by. Until suddenly, they see a large dragon flying by)

(Cyber and Timber tense and Hound hides behind them and Leo curls into Timber)

(Owl looks down and sees Cyber, Timber, Hound, and Leo)

Owl: Oh thank goodness!

(Owl flies down towards them while Dasher, Swan, and Agunimon follow)

Timber: Dasher?! Swan??

Swan: Hey guys! :D

Cyber: You’re alright!

Swan: Yep!

Owl: Are you four alright? Hound: Wait...Owl Dad?! Dasher: Yep

Hound: Duuuuuude, what happened to you, Owl Dad?!

Owl: Apparently Jane imagined me as a Digimon

Hound: Awesome!! :D

Dasher: *sees Leo* Hey, Simba, What happened to ya? You get hurt?

Leo: N-N-No...j-just...shaken up...

Cyber: Jane’s fears Dasher: Ah

Agunimon: Soo, i guess you all found each other, huh?

Swan: Yep! Now we can get back to Jane and stop the akuma!

Dasher: Yeah! Let's save her! >:D

(The non flyers jump on Owl’s back and they all fly to where Jane’s crystal is)

(Once they got there, they saw that Jane's crystal cocoon is now on top of a crystal pillar, over towering the whole city)

Dasher: Ooookay now what?

(Suddenly, they got attacked by a large amount of crystals being thrown towards them)

Timber: WHOA! (Owl and Swan swerve and barely dodge)

Hound: Jesus!!

Cyber: Was that the crystal Jane was in?!

???: Nope! It was my attack! >:) (They whirl around and see the akuma)

Akuma: I can't have you waking her up

Owl: We WILL get her out of there! You will not hold my daughter ANY LONGER! >:(

Akuma: *scoffs* Even though she wants to get out of there, she knows she can’t

Owl: Why not?! Akuma: Let’s just say her hands are tied. Or rather, her little girlfriend’s are. >:) (He holds up Kirsty by the back of her shirt; her wrists are tied behind her and her bandana has been tied over her mouth)

Main Seven: KIRSTY!!

Kirsty: MMMMPH!! Akuma: Jane may be asleep in there, but she can still sense things. If she wakes up or tries to fight, then this little one goes bye bye. *dangles Kirsty over the edge of the pillar they’re on*

Kirsty: MMMMPH!!!!!

Akuma: So whats it gonna be? Leave Jane asleep, or break her out and this one becomes a stain on the pavement? >:3

(The Main Seven tense up) Agunimon: That bastard is sick...

Dasher: You should see the guy he takes orders from... >:( Akuma: What’s the answer Holders? I won’t wait forever.

Owl: ...I want Jane to be free, but...I don’t want her friend to die thanks to an Akuma... (Cyber glares at the Akuma) Cyber: ...Quantum Analysis!

(He looks around but the numbers don’t seem to have a probable solution) Cyber: I don’t understand...how can There not be enough data for a solution?! Leo: Maybe let him finish monologuing first

Cyber: Perhaps...if he has anything else to say...

Akuma: *sighs* You heroes always take forever to make a decision like this. Maybe you should phone a friend. *to Kirsty* What do you think? Should they let Jane sleep forever?

Kirsty: *shakes her head* Mmmmmmph! *looks at Jane and struggles* Mmph mmmmmph!!!

Akuma: Aww how sweet; even if it means dropping you? >:3

Kirsty: MMMMPH!!!! MMMMPH!!!!!!

(Jane’s crystal glimmers and Cyber’s Analysis starts up again. He looks between Kirsty and Jane, more data feeding into him)

(He keeps observing the data until finally, he forms a plan)

(Cyber raises a hand and it lights up with electricity, aiming it at Jane as if to break her out) Akuma: So you’ve made your decision? (His grip on Kirsty loosens and Jane’s crystal grows brighter)

Cyber: Yes, we will save Jane, we can’t let her stay in there any longer.

Akuma: Are you sure? (Jane’s crystal shines brighter in distress)

Cyber: We’re sure.

Akuma: Well color me surprised; you really ARE willing to sacrifice a life. Are you sure? Last chance. (He holds Kirsty with his thumb and index finger, ready to let go, and Jane’s crystal flashes brightly as if screaming in horror)

Cyber: ........Yes.

Akuma: ...Suit yourself. *he lets go of Kirsty*

(Kirsty screams as she fell, Jane’s crystal glows so brightly that it’s almost blinding)

Akuma: AGH! *covers his eyes* Cyber: SWAN NOW!! (Swan nods and dives towards Kirsty) Cyber: DASHER, TIMBER, BREAK HER OUT NOW!!

(Dasher and Timber nod and leap towards Jane’s crystal)

(Dasher and Timber unsheathe their claws and shatter the crystal with a double punch; the light instantly fades and Jane falls out of the crystal into Timber’s arms)

Timber: I gotcha!

(Jane’s eyes flutter and then they fly open) Jane: Kirsty...! Kirsty! Where’s Kirsty?! (The akuma recovers and glares) Akuma: How DARE YOU?!

(Swan swoops down and catches Kirsty) Swan: Gotcha!

Kirsty: Mmmph! (Swan!)

(Swan flies up to where Timber and Dasher are)

(Swan unties Kirsty as he flies and she pulls her bandana down so it’s around her neck again and he puts her down)

Kirsty: Thanks! Swan: You’re welcome!

Jane: Kirsty!!!

Kirsty: Janey!!

(Kirsty runs over and hugs her tightly)

Jane: Oh god, Kirsty...!

Jane: I could hear and see everything but I couldn’t move, I was so scared, I...I thought I was gonna lose you...!

Jane: B-But...thank GOD I didn’t!! (Jane hugs Kirsty tightly)

Kirsty: I’m glad you’re okay...

Jane: Me too... (They pull apart their hug slightly to give a quick kiss on the lips)

Jane: You need to start running away from akuma’s so they don’t take you hostage... Kirsty: Well you need to stop throwing yourself at akuma’s when you have no powers... X3

Jane: True! XD (Jane looks and spots Owl as DoruGreymon) Jane: WOAH!! 8Dc

(The remaining holders are fighting the akuma so Jane and Kirsty watch the show)

(The Akuma gives it his all and provides a challenge to the Holders, even Agunimon helped them out) (At some point in the battle, the Akuma sends out a large crystal and it hits Swan)

Owl: SON!!

(Swan lands on the ground and the Akuma was preparing another attack towards Swan) (Then, Owl flies in front of Swan) Owl: You are not hurting my SON!! (Suddenly, Owl’s body started to glow)

Jane: 8DDDDDc He’s doing the thing!!!!

Owl: *unintentionally* DoruGreymon Digivolve to...!!! (His body grows and when the light faded, stood a knight in black armor) Owl: ...Alphamon!!

Jane and Kirsty: Ooooooh!

Owl: *looks at himself* Oh goodness! I look...amazing!

Leo: Kick his ass Owl Dad!

Owl: Right! >:)

(They continue fighting)

(They fight for a while, the Holders giving it their all while the Akuma does the same)

(Eventually, they get the akuma off, break it, and Cyber purifies it)

(Cyber restores the damage, turning the city back to normal and Owl transforms back into his normal self)

Owl: There we go; I've somewhat missed having normal hands

Leo: But you were badass as a Digimon! :D Owl: *slightly blushes and smiles* Thank you...

(They go over to Jane and Kirsty) Owl: Are you two alright?

Jane: We’re okay! Kirsty: Yep!

Dasher: That's good; that was a close call. *to Cyber* If I didn't know you as well as I did now I'd probably think you'd turned to the dark side XD

Cyber: Shut it. -_-

Owl: Anyway, we should get you two home; I think we've all had enough excitement for one day

Jane: Yeah *to Owl* You as a Digimon was cool though! :3

Owl: I have a feeling I won't be hearing the end of it from you when we get home ;)

Jane: Yep! X3c

(They all head home)

[crimsonrevolt]

Congratulations Hope you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Molly Weasley!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

This was such a tough decision for us but your interpretation of Molly won us over! It was clear from the very first part of your application just how much you love her as a character and you gave us such a good look at your vision for her and really brought her to life. Your writing sample also gave us a clear idea of who Molly is and explored so many sides of her as well as giving us a strong idea of her role within the Order and relationships to others around her. We are very excited to have you back and cannot wait to see what journey you choose to take Molly on! *your FC change to Rose Leslie has been accepted!

application beneath the cut

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Hello, hello! My name is Hope, I prefer she/her pronouns, and I live in the EST time zone!

ACTIVITY

WELL, I’m not in a show for a while, and all in all my class load is light. I believe I’ll be reliably within a 6-7, and I’m excited and thrilled at the prospect of coming back, better than ever!

TRIGGERS

*removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

Former player, but before that I learned about this RP from a current member!

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

I’ve always been hard working and ambitious, with a drive to prove myself to people who don’t believe that I can achieve everything I want for my future. Therefore, I’ve always felt like Hermione Granger is the character I’ve related to the most.

ANYTHING ELSE?

That’s all from me, thanks darlings!

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Molly Alexandra Weasley (née Prewett)

Alexandra is an ancient name, which became popularized in Europe after the thirteenth Century. It means Defender of Man, a meaning well suited to describe Molly herself.

FACE CLAIM

I prefer Rose Leslie, but Sarah Drew is a lovely alternative. Whichever you prefer!

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

I’ve adored Molly as a character since the first time I read the Harry Potter series, and since her first introduction. Molly Weasley saw a boy, alone and confused at King’s Cross Station, helped him find the platform (even though she had her hands full with five children of her own), and made sure he got on the train safely. Molly Weasley couldn’t bear the thought of that little boy waking up on Christmas morning without any presents, and who, despite having her strained time and resources, knit him a jumper like her children, to make him a part of her family. Molly Weasley is the ultimate mother figure, and a guiding hand without whom Harry could not have functioned. In a story with so many orphans, and casualties of war, and so much loss and pain, Molly and Arthur’s beautiful, supportive family, and their unbreakable love for one another, is an extremely inspirational beacon of light in the community.

Molly’s motherly instincts are a driving force within her, and her archetype of The Mother is apparent in all parts of her life. Even Molly’s exceptional aptitude for healing spells show her big heart, and how much of her spirit is dedicated to taking care of others. I see Molly as an old soul, and a romantic. She reads books about true love conquering all, and strong, wise women who, despite incredible odds, overcome their circumstances to build happy lives for themselves and those they love. Molly Weasley is the type of woman who would let a friend stay at her house indefinitely, if they ever needed to get away. Molly Weasley is the type of girl who would see her classmate who came to school without a lunch, and would bring extra, so they could be fed while maintaining their dignity. While Molly is gentle and kind, she is indestructible, and a force of nature to be reckoned with when she’s been angered. Molly would drag herself over broken glass by her fingernails for her family, and is fiercely protective of anyone she takes under her wing. I see Molly as a Mother figure within the Order, looking at these young people and doing her utmost to protect them, to shield what remains of their childhoods. She is especially protective of her younger siblings, Fabian, Gideon, and Alice, whom she has spent a lifetime caring for.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

MOLLY AND ARTHUR WEASLEY ARE MY DARLINGS. I love them so much. In my opinion, Arthur has been Molly’s lifelong love, since they were housemates in school. Their marriage is an example of true love, and hard work, and compassion. Which is not to say there is no conflict, which can be elaborated on within threads!

Molly identifies as female, and it is my belief that she has far too much love in her heart for gender determine her love for someone. She uses She/Her pronouns.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

-AN AESTHETIC

(extended associations!)

~ golden sunlight ~ soft music ~ wooden record players ~ cream colored sweaters ~ steam rising from a hot cup of tea ~ lazy good morning kisses ~ wool on bare skin ~ red autumn trees ~ the crunch of leaves underfoot ~ vanilla ~ hugs around the neck ~ hour long conversations ~ earthenware bowls ~ hearty breakfasts ~  fresh cookies ~ spending all day cuddling ~ worn out armchairs ~

-A PLAYLIST (mini time!)

Artholly:

Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur

Dearest by Buddy Holly

Happy Together by The Turtles

Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran

No One Else sung by Denee Benton from Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812

Molly:

Phenomenal Woman by Olivia Newton-John

-EXPAND ON THE TRAITS

Assertive: (+) Molly is a woman with a good head on her shoulders, and a strong moral compass. As such, when someone disagrees with her, she is able to deliver a competent, logical reasoning for her opinions. Molly is especially firm when her loved ones are involved. Molly will always stand for her family’s best interests, and will always stand up for herself and others when she believes there are injustices being committed.

Passionate: (+) When Molly gives her heart to something, whether it be an occupation, a goal, or a lover, Molly gives it all. She has never been one to let circumstance or hardships keep her from what she wants, and what she imagines for herself. For Molly, if you aren’t being passionate about something, you don’t care about it enough. So, she puts her soul into the things she cares about, like her relationships. She is tenacious, and will do anything for those she loves.

Temperamental: (-) However, Molly’s assertiveness and passion can sometimes result in her becoming very angry when she is hurt, or betrayed. Molly is a very stubborn woman, and when she encounters something that stands in the way of what she wants, or what is in the best interest of her family, she will blow up at it. In relationships, Molly’s temper is always in the best interest of the people she loves. For example, if she believes that someone she loves is doing something dangerous, something she knows they shouldn’t be doing, she will tell them so, and become very angry if they refuse to change. She can be easily provoked into an argument, but she’s never malicious or in search of conflict.

Overprotective: (-) While her motherly instincts are an asset in many ways, it can be one of Molly’s more annoying attributes, especially to her little sister Alice and some of the younger members of the Order. While they are technically adults, and fellow soldiers in this war, she can be sharp with them when she believes they’re being careless, or putting themselves in danger. She’s significantly protective of Alice, whom she has watched grow up from her childhood, and for whom she feels responsible. She can be smothering, trying to prevent someone from doing something because she believes it’s too dangerous for them.

-A FEW HEADCANONS

Boggart: Molly’s boggart is her siblings’ mangled corpses, with Arthur later included. She cannot stand the idea of seeing them dead, and even the thought is enough to bring Molly’s stomach into her mouth and set her in a cold sweat.

Patronus: Molly’s patronus is, appropriately, a bear. Bears are extremely protective of their cubs, and are representative of the overwhelming strength that lies within her.

Wand: Molly’s wand is a flexible 10-inch willow wood wand, with a unicorn hair core. Willow is a tree known for withstanding the toughest storms, due to its ability to bend and sway in wicked winds; it is best suited for those with great aptitude for healing.

 -A FEW POTENTIAL PLOT POINTS

❧ Arthur being injured during a mission, or during a duel against a Death Eater. Plots include her helping nurse Arthur to health, psychological aftermath of the idea of Arthur dying, and being left alone (as a young mother with young children, if they have their kids already), and the resulting paranoia and fear. How she overcomes it, or doesn’t.

❧Molly’s general involvement with the Order, and any missions/jobs she does to help them.

❧Molly meeting/having a conflict with a member of Aversio, because while they, too, wish to defeat Voldemort, she stands completely opposed to their methods.

❧Molly being captured and tortured by death eaters, her panic about not being able to protect her family and her fear that they’ll do something rash to save her

❧MOLLY GETTING PREGNANT (AGAIN) DURING THE WAR. MOLLY AND HER BABIES. MOLLY WEASLEY DEVELOPING SEPARATION ANXIETY BECAUSE EVERY TIME ARTHUR LEAVES OR SHE HAS TO LEAVE THE CHILDREN FOR A MOMENT SHE’S STRICKEN WITH FEAR AND GUILT.

❧Molly dealing with trying to raise young children and give them a normal life despite the threat of death and destruction all around them.

(Really anything, I’m open to any plots that can be thrown at me.)

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

“Oh! That’s a good one. I’d have to say… I’d like to create a way to cast several healing spells at once, just in case of an emergency. I’d hate to ever need to use it, but there have been times, you know–… Where things go awry. But if the situation arose, I think it could be invaluable.

Barring that, a potion to safely help the twins finish teething would be life-changing.”

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

“Oh, well, Arthur of course. I honestly can’t imagine taking anyone else with me! And for an object, I’d say either an invisibility cloak, or what Arthur says the Muggles call a “chainsaw”, in the event we need to get out quickly.”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

“Those where I know the right thing to do, but it may put me or Arthur at risk. I have obligations to the Order—this is a war after all. But I have my children to think about. When I take dangerous missions, I feel immense guilt. When I shy from them, however, I still feel guilt. It’s a double-edged sword.”

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

“That I failed to do enough to fight while those around me suffered. Or that I wasn’t good enough as a parent. If I ever gave my children a reason to say that about me, I couldn’t live with it.”

WRITING SAMPLE

Molly had learned to live her life with little boxes. Her cupboards and closets were stuffed to the brim with scratched wicker baskets, sturdy heirloom chests made of oak, old garment boxes with mismatched lids, all in an attempt to create the storage space necessary to support her growing family of seven. When there were so many of them in one house, and so much shared property, it was important to sort the few independent belongings the children had into labeled containers. Bill, a stern 8 and ½, and Charlie, an enthusiastic six year old, had had enough territory disputes to drive her mad; Charlie followed his big brother around like a puppy, and so often found himself with Bill’s things in hand, in an attempt to emulate his big brother. Bill, who’d had enough of his toys being smashed by the little one’s indelicate fingers, begged Molly to keep his things away from the toddler. For a long time, she insisted that he try to share, that he just teach Charlie to play nicely with his belongings. After Percy was born, however, Molly found it necessary to start dividing up her children’s things, which evolved into her obsession with keeping things in little boxes.

Boxes were how she kept herself sane. Compartmentalizing. She learned to keep parts of herself bottled up, far away from her children. When she was with the children, when it was family time, she belonged entirely to them. But when it came to matters of the Order, she kept those hidden, and never allowed the two to meet. Even the rooms in her house shared her divided mind. The dining room, for instance, which was a sacred place for her family, was a servant of two masters. By day, it was where she fed and nurtured her children; where Arthur read crisp, new printings of The Daily Prophet, beckoning her over if there was a story he thought she may like; where her and Arthur shed happy tears as their baby twins, now hardly a year old, babbled their first words; where her little Percy, who had learned to walk but much preferred to be carried, would perch happily on her hip while she made dinner for the family; the dining room was where her and Arthur would steal a tender moment alone after the children were abed, dancing slowly to soft music floating from the Muggle gramophone he’d enchanted and set on their windowsill.

By night, however, her dining room was transformed. It would frequently become a war-room for the Order of the Phoenix and its secret soldiers. Plans were made, defenses measured, good witches and wizards brought back, in agony, after violent run-ins with Death Eaters, and she would immediately set to healing their wounds. Blood had been shed in her family’s sacred space, blood which she would later diligently clean in order to keep her children from worrying anything was wrong. When the Order made camp in her home, she tried to separate her tender memories and moments with her family from the fear and panic that had often been felt inside her home. It was the only way she could keep her children safe; but she didn’t know how much longer she could. More and more frequently, now, Bill would creep downstairs, hearing a bump in the night, and she would narrowly scoop him up in her arms before he heard something that would surely make sleep impossible for him.  More and more, he would ask her about the strange friends mummy and dad were having over after they were all asleep, and he was less and less satisfied by her flimsy explanations. It was not his fault: it’s natural for children to be curious. It was hers. She had brought this into her children’s lives. But she would keep it boxed up, and away from them, as long as she could. She just didn’t know how much longer that would be.

[vieuxnoyesrp]

Chris. We went so long without our Most-Wanted character over the last few months that we were beginning to wonder whether we had to conduct a mini Harvest Ritual ourselves in order to draw her into our group. Luckily, you beat us to the chase and answered our appeals to the ancestors in the form of an app that nailed all of our (fairly strenuous) expectations for Sophie’s role. You had a really good grasp of her single-minded state of obsession with respect to completing the Harvest Ritual, and did a great job portraying how it affects her day-to-day existence; right down to the smallest details. You chose a unique moment for your sample para, and we loved seeing how some of Sophie’s characteristics remained the same (although on a much lighter note) before the bleak turn her life took over the last year. We can’t wait to have this firebrand on the dash!

Chris, thank you very much for applying. As for Sophie…

                  �� ~ WELCOME TO VIEUX NOYÉS!!! ~ ⚜

Wondering what to do next? Click here and let the good times roll!

⚜ Roleplayer:

⤜ Name/alias: Chris ⤜ Pronouns: She/Her ⤜ Age: 20 ⤜ Timezone: EST ⤜ Activity: 6-7 because adulting and real world stuff. If I let replies build up too much I get overwhelmed and sort of ignore them, so I try to do replies fairly often so that doesn’t happen! ⤜ Best form of contact: Tumblr is fine for now. ⤜ Any Triggers? Nope. ⤜ How did you find Vieux Noyés? It was recommended to me some time ago. I’ve also seen it in the tags a few times. ⤜ What drew you to the RP? The amount of detail and the overall aesthetic. I think it’s very clever the way you managed to tie the shows and book series together so it all comes together cohesively. I like the little changes you’ve made to bios to make them fit into this new world of yours, and I can tell a lot of thought went into making the rp a reality. ⤜ What is one subplot/element from the Plot page that you are particularly looking forward to seeing in this roleplay? I am surprisingly intrigued by the Hunters and the lost Relic they apparently have. In the plot it sounds as if the Hunters have grown idle and complacent but that they’re trying to build the Guild back up to it’s original splendor. I personally, am very excited to see that in motion. Plus who doesn’t want to see some Hunters fuck shit up with ‘magically-imbued objects’.

And because I am the most rebel to ever rebel, i’m also putting that I am super psyched to see how the Harvest goes. Does it get completed? If so, how? Or do the Salem witches actually end up converting the New Orleans witches? I have a million and one questions about what’s going to happen and cannot wait to see that come to fruition.

⚜ Desired Character: Sophie Deveraux

⤜ Why do you want this character? 

I paid this character very little mind the first time I watched the Originals and what a mistake that was. There’s big talk concerning her but very little action to support it. Sophie deserves to be built up, she deserves to be developed and the t.v. show (unsurprisingly) did her a great injustice. It’s mentioned that she’ll fight to the death for her niece Monique, but we get to see very little of that fierce determination to do whatever it takes for her family. Simply put, I see a lot of potential in Sophie and want to bring her to life the way she deserves. 

⤜ What are your future plans for this character? 

Honestly I have none at this moment - but here me out! Sophie herself has no plans for the future. She’s set herself a task, one task, and in her mind nothing else really matters after that. She saves Monique and then? She’s not thinking about what comes after the Harvest and the Reaping, she’s got a one track mind and I honestly doubt she even expects to come out of this whole thing alive. I have to say though, I would love to put her in scenarios where she’s forced to think about the future because it’s going to be something we’ll both have to think quite a lot about. 

⤜ Put yourself in your character’s shoes. Give us a few lines to describe a day in the life of your character… Where do they live? Where and how do they spend their time?

She wakes up every morning in her family home, the purple and brown accented walls of her bedroom a stark contrast to the painfully boring and sterile white ones that coated the rest of the house. Her parents had left the place to Jane-Anne but her sister had never been one to turn Sophie away when she needed somewhere to stay, and had even left the room untouched as Sophie traveled the world. ( Now that Jane-Anne was dead, the place was technically hers but she couldn’t get used to referring to it anything but Jane’s place. )

She begins the day with a cup of sugary sweet coffee to wake herself up - late to bed and early to rise makes for a very disgruntled Sophie in the morning - before moving onto something harsh and bitter as reality hits her. The rest of the day continues on as normal lest she rouse any suspicion. She hangs around the Witches for awhile, the ones that don’t openly scoff at her, plotting away and reminding them of the deadline. When they tire of her rants, depending on her mood she either heads to Cafe Du Monde for another coffee and to brainstorm alone in peace or to Rousseau’s to have a drink and drown her sorrows for a time. Her daily routine switches up every so often, whenever she has a lead she latches on like a bloodhound and refuses to let up no matter where it takes her. Until recently she’s come up with nada, but with all sorts of trouble brewing in the quarter, she’s sure more than one opportunity to get intel will arise - who’d have thought that more vampires coming to the quarter would be convenient?

⤜ Give us three headcanons regarding your character of choice.

She switches often between being impotently drunk and bone-dry sober. Gone are the party girl ways of past and instead she’s taken to more mature, fitting ways of drinking; when you find a drunk Sophie, you’ll find her lost in thought with a mostly-polished off bottle of whisky.

Finished one semester at Delgado Community College.

When it comes to bloodshed or anything gruesome, her tolerance of it is much more similar to that of a human’s. It’s not that she can’t stand the sight of blood, but before the failed harvest and Marcel’s subsequent reign of terror she hadn’t seen much carnage or gore. She isn’t used to seeing someone’s innards being pulled from their stomach - and she isn’t sure she ever wants to be.

She has only let herself cry over Monique one time and has yet to to even visit her body. Since her promise to Jane-Anne to bring back her niece, Sophie is in almost complete denial that she won’t be able to keep that promise. She is angry, bitter, determined - she has nothing to lose and everything to gain so how could she possibly lose?

She had a pet bird when she was a girl. It was hers, but of course Jane-Anne did most of the work taking care of it while she taught it things like how to whistle a tune. They’d had it for only half a year but both sisters grew extremely attached to it as any child does a pet, but one day they came home from school to an empty cage. “Forget the bird”, their parents had told them. Her sister always the obedient one, agreed, but Sophie never had been good with taking orders. After only a few minutes of snooping she found it dead in her parent’s room surrounded by salt and plants she didn’t yet know the name of. She was young, but even she recognized sacrificial magic when she saw it. Jane refused to reply when Sophie told her but her silence spoke a thousand words - she already knew. Sophie promised then and there never to practice magic again, a promise she’d break only weeks later, and would forget the whole ordeal as time went on. 

⤜ What are some plots you’d like to explore with your character? 

Well obviously i’d love to explore any and all connections of hers; and even connections not listed in her bio, particularly Sophie and Davina. Her niece is best friends with Davina and now Sophie is trying to kill her. They had to have known each other before the Harvest, so not only is Sophie hunting down an innocent girl, but her niece’s best friend. It’s kind of ironic that both of these girl loved Monique and now they and their disbelief in the Harvest play a part in her death.

The cult of Bracken: The coven is supposedly in NOLA to integrate witches to their coven but Sophie isn’t interested. She needs her Coven to hold it together long enough to finish what they started; in other words she ain’t buying what they’re selling and she doesn’t appreciate the Salem witches picking at what remains of her Coven either. She can appreciate the fact that they would be able to actually fight back against Marcel and his vampires but should they stop practicing ancestral magic they’d have no need to finish the Harvest and Sophie would lose the few allies she has. 

⤜ Para sample:

(Retained for privacy). 

⤜ Would you like to be considered for another character if not accepted as your primary choice? Kali or Rogan please!

⤜ Have you read the rules?: Yes I have. 

⤜ Anything else? Nope!

[verdigrisprowl]

Mar 1 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Kubo and the Two Strings

Prowl said very little because mun was watching the movie.

After the movie, though, he was incredibly fluffy with Soundwave. It was amazing. My heart grew two sizes that day.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. The chat room has been cleared by the moderator. B l u r r: /He is arrive. And immediately sinking down into the couch / Shockbox: /The Boy is back in town. Shockbox: /He carefully picks a seat which has an easy view of Soundwave's usual seat without compromising screen visibility. Soundwave: *Soundwave shoos almost all the minis before him. Ravage prompty runs to Blurr, grunt-huffs at him, and then (heavily) jumps onto Blurr's lap.* Soundwave: *Maybe makes a nuisance of himself trying to get settled for a second.* Whirl: *stalks in, obnoxious blue bird that he is, and immediately looms over the pack of Blurr's couch, staring down at him* B l u r r: / makes a slight noise. Surprised a little. He wasn't paying attention to Ravage / B l u r r: / Now there is a Ravage / B l u r r: / vents and glances up / Hnh? Hi, Whirl. Whirl: Yo, Teach. How're you feelin? Did you get my message last week? *prods him with a huge claw* B l u r r: Mmhm... Dart gave it to me. Shockbox: *Observes Soundwave's settling ritual.* B l u r r: / is being prodded. Wiggles claws at the prodding / Soundwave: *Soundwave nods to Shockwave and Blurr both and settles on his couch with Rumble parked on the top of his backpack and sort of draping over his helm.* Whirl: Good. Guess he's not COMPLETELY useless, then. But, yeah, how're you holdin up? Soundwave: *The others scatter.* Shockbox: *When nodded to, he nods back.* B l u r r: ...He's not useless. /tilts helm. Has to think about the answer./ ... I'm fine. B l u r r: / not the right answer but shRUGS / Soundwave: *Ravage eyes Whirl a moment before deciding to allow this looming without popping him in the helm.* Whirl: *you can pop him but expect to get popped back, kitty cat* Yeah? Did they take that thing out of you? The speed thing? B l u r r: ...No. That's installed into me. Whirl: I think they need to UNinstall it. Soundwave: \\HEY! WE FOUGHT FOR THAT THING.\\ B l u r r: / shakes helm/ No no, it's fine. B l u r r: My processor is working fine with it. Whirl: Yeah, and that THING is almost certainly what put Teach into a coma. Whirl: Or, something like. *waves a claw* B l u r r: /makes a face/ It wasn't a coma... per say. Whirl: Obviously, it's not working fine with it, but have it your way, mech. *shakes his head* Whirl: Either way, glad you're in the land of the living. Sorry I missed the great resurrection, pfft. B l u r r: / shifts a little/ They put a cap on the speed ring. For now. B l u r r: / twitches finials. He still looks tired but hey. It's a slow recovery. He hates it/ ... It wasn't so eventful. B l u r r: I did punch NOS first thing. Whirl: Haha! GOOD. I approve. Whirl: *he's gonna trot away from the couch and clamber into the Whitl Hammock* B l u r r: But, uhm... /clicks claws together./ Ah. Thanks... by the way. Whirl: Hm? *zoops his head out over the hammock* Oh. Well. You're welcome, of course. Whirl: ((WHITL HAMMOCK)) B l u r r: /Dims optic / Mm. I mean it... Whirl: Well. So do I. *he doesn't seem awkward, just taken aback* Whirl: And I would've been here last week, if I could. *nods* B l u r r: / hums and settles. Reaches a claw up to scratch behind Ravage's audio / B l u r r: I know... it's all right. I don't really remember last week. Whirl: *snorts* If it makes you feel any better, I don't remember last Wednesday all that well, myself. Whirl: What a pair WE are. B l u r r: Matching. /snort / Soundwave: *Tilts his helm. Scratch right there, please. He's got a healing scratch in the vicinity and it itches the whole area like MURDER* B l u r r: / all right. Scratches along this new spot / Soundwave: @Shockwave: [[You have been well?]] Whirl: *sprawls all over his hammock and gets settled* Butterbuns: ((ouo not sure if I wanna RP yet since I just woke up but I am here!! B l u r r: [[ lemme know when you guys are ready. ]] FakeProwl: *appears* Soundwave: *Nods to Prowl. Greetings again.* Whirl: ((i am ready!)) B l u r r: [[ ill brb. Laundry! ]] Soundwave: ((ready when y'all are)) Soundwave: *Rumble mumbles something and Soundwave reaches a servo up to pat his leg. He's not going to nod so hard you fall off, don't worry.* Whirl: *antenna twitches; he doesn't look Rumble's way because he doesn't wanna make it obvious if Rumble declines, but he sends an invitation ping his way* Whirl: *nobody gets nodded off the hammock, after all* FakeProwl: *nods to soundwave. and to rumble.* I see you've been transferred from gauntlet to helmet. Soundwave: @Whirl: //...Iunno. Maybe.// Soundwave: //Eh.// Tired stare. //Ain't permanent.// FakeProwl: *attempt at humor: unsuccessful. appropriate actions: act like you never tried.* Mm. *he takes his usual seat next to soundwave.* B l u r r: [[ back ]] Whirl: @Rumble: Standing invitation, mech. No rush. B l u r r: [[ is everyone ready? ]] FakeProwl: ((ye)) Whirl: ((yep!)) Butterbuns: ((yup Soundwave: @Prowl: (txt): Excuse Rumble. Recharge needed. Soundwave liked comment. B l u r r: /settles and keeps scritching Ravage / Soundwave: *Quiet, content rumbling* FakeProwl: *NICE. somebody liked it.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Would he be better off at home recharging, then?» Soundwave: *Soundwave's attention is IMMEDIATELY caught by the instrument's powers. It takes him a moment to respond. He also offers settling space, if wanted. Still concerned after those answers.* FakeProwl: *takes settling space.* Soundwave: @Prowl: (txt): Negative. Social time needed. Will recharge after. Tomorow's shift: canceled. Whirl: ((wait is it playin somethin.... right now......)) FakeProwl: ((yes, the movie has started)) Soundwave: ((yes)) B l u r r: [[ yeh?? ]] Whirl: ((*** it's been offline for me HAHAHA()) B l u r r: [[ shiiiiit refresh!! ]] B l u r r: [[ i cAN PAUSE ]] Shockbox: (( Uh oh.)) Butterbuns: ((open your eye Whirl! The world is not that dark! Whirl: ((U FINE DUDE I have refreshed and I see Kubo feedin his mom)) Whirl: ((do not fret, I've seen this film!)) B l u r r: [[ yeS BUT STILL ]] B l u r r: [[ NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND ] Shockbox: (( Ohana means family?)) Whirl: ((whirl is basically a huge Stitch)) Shockbox: (( I want to see whirl reenact the scene with the ducks now.)) Soundwave: <<Many Chimera!>> FakeProwl: *oh. origami. prowl knows what that is.* Shockbox: *Turns in the direction of Chimera's voice.* Whirl: *swivels to also look at Chimera* I didn't know you were made of paper. B l u r r: [[ lemme know if it's dropping bad ]] FakeProwl: ((fine here)) Soundwave: *Slow, confused blink. Chimera looks down at themselves.* Soundwave: <<Chimera is not paper.>> Whirl: Are you sure? *peers* C'mere, lemme give you a tap. Butterbuns: ((I like her taste Shockbox: *Wants to give pats.....but needs to calculate a way to offer them, first....* Soundwave: *Ravage suddenly grabs Blurr's servo, and tugs it under his chest. He has trapped this. It is his to rest on now.* Shockbox: *Observing Chimera-Whirl interaction closely.* B l u r r: / oh well. All right. Twitches claws. / Soundwave: *Chimera obediently slithers over to Whirl and looks up at him with beady grey optics.* B l u r r: / pets his helm with the other claw / B l u r r: [[ ugh is it dropping bad? It keeps saying it is here. ]] FakeProwl: ((no dropping here)) Whirl: *shifts and reaches one gangly arm out, extending a huge claw... and very gently taps* Whirl: Hmm. Nope, you're right. Metal. Whirl: Also, I didn't know you could turn into a worm! Soundwave: #SPIDER #no #wait #it is dead #okay Butterbuns: ((it freezes once and a while for a little bit, but the sound keeps going so i can keep watching Whirl: ((ye)) B l u r r: [[ stupid LS. ]] B l u r r: [[ I love how that's Takei ]] Soundwave: ((DID THEY HIRE HIM JUST TO SAY THAT)) FakeProwl: ((omg takei)) B l u r r: [[ LMAO ]] Butterbuns: ((most likely B l u r r: [[ IDK I THINK SO but yes that's him ]] Shockbox: (( Yes.)) Shockbox: ((Well, and a few other things.)) FakeProwl: ((why's the sun rising and setting on the same side)) Soundwave: <<Funny helicopter bot. Chimera is snake, not a woooorm.>> Soundwave: *A lost ending. Sad.* Whirl: Oh. Gotcha. *nods* Shockbox: *He isn't sure how well it would catch Chimera's attention, but he clears his vox in their general direction.* Soundwave: *Creator calls! Chimera zips over faster than they did for Whirl and offers up an odd open-mouthed smile.* Soundwave: *It looks more like they're about to eat something.* Whirl: *withdraws his arm and settles back in* Soundwave: \\YOU GONNA BE LIKE THAT, BOSS?\\ B l u r r: ... That's dumb. Why not just talk to the body? /mumbling / Soundwave: =Boat didn't have it.= B l u r r: Mm... /twitches finials / B l u r r: / chin claws. Stares at the screen / B l u r r: It's always a pity when they don't talk back... Soundwave: *Soundwave nods.* FakeProwl: Maybe he's not showing up because he isn't actually dead. Shockbox: *He pauses for a moment at the speed of Chimera's reaction. The smile might be unsettling to most, but Shockwave sees it for what it is, a display of affection.* Shockbox: Good evening, Chimera. Whirl: *points to Prowl* That's what my money's on. Soundwave: [[A good point. And now he has erred.]] Shockbox: *He pats the seat next to him on his couch.* Would you like to join me? Soundwave: <<Hello, Creator! Chimera will sit.>> Whirl: This movie's visuals are on point. Soundwave: *Slithers into a pile of coils up next to Shockwave and peeps their head from between two loops.* Soundwave: [[...He feels as though the mothering unit did not explain these dangers well enough.]] Shockbox: *He is too distracted by this absolutely precious creature to pay much mind to the chaos ensuing onscreen.* FakeProwl: That seems likely, yes. Shockbox: *Shockwave offers a soft pat to Chimera's head.* Butterbuns: ((I chose the wrong moment to go get food wtf happened in the past 2min FakeProwl: ((he stayed out past dark and his creepy evil witch aunts showed up and tried to steal his other eye)) Soundwave: *Chimera hums and wobbles, happy as a clam.* Butterbuns: ((okay saw that. what happened between him getting to the village and his mom slapping a bug on him? Soundwave: *Ravage glances up at Blurr's missing eye and has a bit of a short think before returning his attention to the screen.* FakeProwl: ((the dark wave or whatever tossed some people around, his mom showed up to save him, used the-whatever-that-power-is to beat back the aunts)) Whirl: Pfft. B l u r r: ... /glances down at Ravage / .. What? FakeProwl: ((and then told him he needs to get the armor and slapped the bug on him.)) Whirl: I'd like for most people in the room to take that line there to heart. Butterbuns: ((coolio Whirl: Ravage, you're excluded. Soundwave: =I should be.= Whirl: I figure we've got a similar level of smelling ability. Soundwave: *Ravage looks back up at Blurr.* =Nothing. Later.= B l u r r: / tilts helm and mumbles / Shockbox: *He casually continues while returning to the film. * Soundwave: [[He likes the monkey's business model.]] Shockbox: (( Brb going to grab some popcorn.)) Butterbuns: ((What's so great about his eyes FakeProwl: ((we don't know yet)) Butterbuns: ((Geez Grandad go get some made out of glass or something FakeProwl: ((they haven't explained, just that grandpa wants them)) Butterbuns: ((Gransdad just thinks they're pretty FakeProwl: (("I'm not sure this counts as origami, I could swear scissors were involved" LMAO. I kept thinking that about the figures.)) Soundwave: ((heh heh)) Soundwave: *Tilts his helm* Butterbuns: ((8D fun fact! In Japanese origami scissors are often used Soundwave: [[Isn't Earth snow]] UGH [[made of water? Shouldn't the paper creature be disintegrating?]] Whirl: Well, it IS magical. Butterbuns: ((god kubo leave the bird alone B l u r r: Magic doesn't wilt. B l u r r: Apparently. Soundwave: *Mumble* //'S like a whole lotta Bird.// FakeProwl: It only becomes wet if it's melting. Since paper gives off no body heat, there's no reason for it to melt the snow. Whirl: Pfft. Can you imagine, a flock full of laserbeaks? No snacks would be left for the rest of us. Soundwave: *Fascinated nod.* [[Thank you both.]] Shockbox: (( I have returned.)) Whirl: *snickers* B l u r r: [[ the little paper hanzo ]] B l u r r: [[ I die ] Soundwave: \\MECH, THERE AIN'T NEVER NONE LEFT WITH JUS' ONE.\\ Shockbox: (( Alright, I have a little salt about how the Beetle character was designed in this film.)) Shockbox: ((They could have made him more bug-like. I feel like that had been intended from his dialogue, but he's just so...human looking.)) FakeProwl: ((she did the smile-to-threaten-with-your-teeth thing. good monkey.)) Whirl: ((yeah, that's my beef with most arthropod characrees)) Whirl: ((the lazy sort of... much face or flat face. Like the crab in Moana, too)) B l u r r: [[ my sON ]] Whirl: *mush Shockbox: (( Insect monster?? He has a hunched back and four arms.)) Shockbox: (( Otherwise he is normal looking.)) B l u r r: / snort / B l u r r: [[ A REALLY BAD HOARDER ]] Butterbuns: ((oh my god Soundwave: \\HOW'S THE WARRIOR FEEL ABOUT THAT, BUDDY?\\ Butterbuns: ((i'll let him slide with a humanoid face for apparently being cursed to be bug human. Butterbuns: ((Either he's a bug cured to be human or a human cursed to be bug Butterbuns: ((I like him B l u r r: i love him ]] Shockbox: (( _gah_, I've already watched this movie.)) Shockbox: (( I'll extend my beef after spoilers are out of the way naturally.)) Whirl: I think the monkey is my favorite. Soundwave: [[His as well.]] Soundwave: [[By far.]] Butterbuns: ((oh no yeah, I understand. I would also like to see more arthropod accurate faces B l u r r: ... yes. I like the bug, too. B l u r r: / hums / Butterbuns: ((but it doesn't /bug/ me as much so Shockbox: *Shockwave shares my dialogue about him not being bug-like enough, albeit internally.* Shockbox: (( /rimshot for the pun.)) Whirl: *heck, WHIRL is more bug like than this guy* Shockbox: *True that.* Soundwave: *Soundwave glances over at Prowl. He is unusually quiet today. Perhaps he is tired?* FakeProwl: *hasn't had much commentary on the movie.* B l u r r: / snort / Soundwave: {{Keheheh!}} Shockbox: (( Alright, this is one of the best monsters in the film.)) Soundwave: {{Maybe Bird does to Insecticon, watches.}} Whirl: Nice. Soundwave: *Rumble taps Soundwave's helm and sloooooowly slides down one arm. Quietly shuffles his way over to the hammock, crawls in, and immediately flopsprawls. Okay. He's here.* B l u r r: / snort/ He reminds me of someone. Whirl: *will shift to acocmodate him, of course* Shockbox: *This action scene is riveting, but...* Soundwave: \\WHY'S IT MATTER IF HE EATS THE MONKEY? HE'S FRAGGIN' BONES. SHE'S JUS' GONNA FALL OUT.\\ Whirl: He's got TEETH, though. FakeProwl: He might chew her. Soundwave: *Frenzy scratches his helm.* \\...YEAH, I GUESS SO.\\ Shockbox: @Soundwave: If it is not too distracting from the film...I have a few questions. Soundwave: @Shockwave: [[He can multitask. Ask.]] Butterbuns: ((..never let Hiro meet Kubo B l u r r: [[ it's too late ]] Butterbuns: ((rip universe B l u r r: yes ]] Shockbox: @Soundwave: You appear to be relatively close to the alternate of mine who joins us for documentary viewings. Are you from the same universe? B l u r r: / chin claws / Soundwave: @Shockwave: [[No. Similar timelines. Not the same. They experienced all that has been and will be shown. He did not.]] Soundwave: *Note to self. Never visit any lakes like that.* B l u r r: [[ god i love the beetle ]] Butterbuns: ((SAME Shockbox: (( He is pure.)) Whirl: ((he's fun!)) Shockbox: (( Even if his design is lacking.)) Butterbuns: ((you know what this means? Butterbuns: ((time to find someone willing to redraw him to his beetle glory)) Whirl: They should find a place to go to ground, wait for the storm to pass, and then go after it. Shockbox: (( I would, but I do not think I could do him justice.)) Shockbox: @Soundwave: Noted. How long have you known one another, then? Whirl: *clicks his claw approvingly* Whirl: *that was a good burn* B l u r r: [[ omfg the tiny hanzo ]] Butterbuns: ((ooooooh snap Soundwave: @Shockwave: [[Approximately two and a half Earth years.]] FakeProwl: ((oooooooh)) Soundwave: ((I looked away for FIVE SECONDS what happened)) Butterbuns: ((I was wondering about that, tbh. Butterbuns: ((Kuro is dead press f to salute Butterbuns: ((*Kubo Whirl: ((Monkey killed the first aunt)) FakeProwl: ((aunt said "love made my sister weak" and monkey said "no, it made me stronger")) Soundwave: ((ooooo)) Butterbuns: ((Kubo met a giant eye who- yeah, that.)) FakeProwl: ((...THE BEETLE IS HIS DAD ISN'T IT. IT'S GONNA BE HIS DAD.)) Shockbox: *Not an extremely long amoung of time, considering their own lifespans.* FakeProwl: ((THAT'S WHY THE MONKEY AND BEETLE ARE FLIRTING.)) B l u r r: [[ THE BETTLE ]] Shockbox: (( no spoilers, shhhhh.)) B l u r r: IM DEAD ]] Butterbuns: ((Is that why paper-Hanzo likes the beetle? Whirl: ((that line PFFFF)) Butterbuns: (omg smol hanz B l u r r: [[ the little paper hanzo makes me so happy ]] Butterbuns: (("IT ME" Whirl: ((IT ME)) B l u r r: [[ heS SO CUTE ]] Whirl: *any romance that starts with a swordfight is a worthwhile romance* B l u r r: / ouch. his hidden feels / Shockbox: @Soundwave: ...And you are currently in some sort of partnership? How long has that been for? Whirl: *snickers softly* Soundwave: @Shockwave: [[An alliance, for nearly as long.]] Shockbox: @Soundwave: How did that come to be? Shockbox: *Chimera's head is being brushed with the back of his hand.* Butterbuns: ((in not even hindsight this was farely obvious and also i can see what his mom saw in Hanzo B l u r r: [[ he's so cute ]] Soundwave: [[So they have got faces after all.]] Soundwave: @Shockwave: [[As all alliances do - by each being proving themselves worthy.]] B l u r r: Why would you drop all of your swords? That's pointless... Shockbox: (( Never turn your back on the body.)) Shockbox: (( Foolish mistake.)) Butterbuns: (( 8( Soundwave: ((there's some onions in the room or somethin)) Whirl: ((ikr)) Butterbuns: ((OH Butterbuns: ((the bell in the villiage at the start, huih Butterbuns: ((I like how this theme is 'family- they love you, but some of them don't really love you in a good way') Soundwave: [[Disgusting.]] Shockbox: *He takes a moment before responding* @Soundwave: Is there anything one might offer to him in order to inspire further interaction? Butterbuns: ((oh. /oh/ Soundwave: [[.....Ah.]] Butterbuns: ((I was wondering about the title Whirl: ((YEAH THE MOMENT I REALIZED THAT5'S WHY IT'S CALLED THAT IT HIT ME HARD DUDE)) Soundwave: *Oh, he likes this.* Butterbuns: ((I also wish i'd seen this in big Butterbuns: ((aaaaaaaaa Shockbox: (( Now that he's human, he probably doesn't have much to live.)) Shockbox: (( Unless his formerly godly status extends his lifespan indefinitely?)) Butterbuns: ((;u; they're giving him a new story of being a good and nice person aaaaaa Butterbuns: ((a human person Shockbox: ((But he is an /old/ human person, Kubo isn't going to get to spend much time with his grandfather either.)) Butterbuns: ((no, but he's still going to get to spend time with him Butterbuns: ((Quality vs quantity Shockbox: (( Hm.)) B l u r r: [[ im still salty that hanzo looks like hanzo from overwatch ]] Butterbuns: ((they have the same hairdresser Shockbox: (( Quality is subjective. But I guess in this case we can presume that the quality is high.)) Whirl: ((tbh I was never really fully satisfied with the "grandfather becomes human" ending)) Whirl: ((it's like... why does he get to live but the aunts have to die???)) Butterbuns: ((I like it better than 'Kubo murders his last living relative even tho he's a dick' Whirl: ((yeah, I don't feel as if I'd like it more if he killed his grandfather either)) Whirl: ((but it still felt rushed, kind of... not thought through? Regardless, tho, I love this movie)) Shockbox: ((At least the credit music is nice. )) Butterbuns: ((It wasn't perfect but I enjoyed it ouo Butterbuns: ((Thank you for showing it! Whirl: ((yes thank!)) Shockbox: (( Animation isn't bad either. )) B l u r r: [[ that's how all their movies feel at the end, though. ]] B l u r r: Laika has a habit of doing that. ]] Whirl: ((i found Paranorman to be satisfying enough!)) Shockbox: (( I thought Coraline was satisfying. )) Butterbuns: ((This is true. Coraline doen't feel quite as rushed? But it's based on the book, too. B l u r r: [[ Coraline was based on a book that had an ending, tho >>;; ]] Whirl: ((ye)) FakeProwl: ((I don't remember how I felt about the end of Coraline, but I'd read the book too so)) Shockbox: (( You have a point. )) B l u r r: [[ LOOK HOW BIG THEIR RIG IS ]] Soundwave: ((holy cow)) Butterbuns: ((jfc Whirl: *stretches, but carefully, in case Rumble has conked out* Not a bad pick, Teach. Really unusual. But good unusual. Shockbox: (( Yes, the rigs were impressive. The eye stalks were actually mechanical. )) Butterbuns: ((I love that LAika shows this stuff at the end B l u r r: Mm... I like cartoons at the best of times. B l u r r: [[ I'm still salty they lost to Zootopia. ]] B l u r r: [[ Considering stop animation is incredibly tedious and hard. ]] Shockbox: ((Slendy, did you get my question?)) Whirl: MM-hmm. I can tell you're... drawn to it. Soundwave: *Oh, right. There was another question.* @Shockwave: [[Respect and something... useful and interesting. A sample from oneself, perhaps.]] Shockbox: (( Yeah, lakia deserved more. )) Whirl: *sly look* B l u r r: ... / snort / B l u r r: There was no other reason I chose it. /props chin in claw/ It was just something Dart said I should watch. Shockbox: *He doesn't mind Soundwave's momentary distraction.* Soundwave: *Rumble hasn't conked out, but he doesn't move much either. Looks like he's busy thinking.* Whirl: I liked it. Change of pace from what you normally show--not that I mind THAT, either. Soundwave: =You see why?= *Ravage looks up at Blurr again.* B l u r r: Mm... Shockbox: @Soundwave: Noted....My thanks. B l u r r: / glances down at Ravage/ See what? Soundwave: *Ravage slowly closes one optic and offers up a sharp, ugly smile.* B l u r r: ... /tilts helm / Soundwave: *Then leaps off before he can be fussed at and slinks over to Soundwave.* Whirl: It's cos you're a member of the cyclops club. B l u r r: .. Ah. Whirl: We should make membership cards. Soundwave: {{And a hero~ neheh.}} Whirl: Oh, YES. Whirl: We can't forget THAT, of course not. B l u r r: ... I don't see what that has to do with anything. Soundwave: *Soundwave lets Ravage onto his lap; Ravage sniffs the hologram curiously and grunts. One day he's going to have that test he promised. Not like this.* B l u r r: / pats Ravage's helm / Whirl: It's always worth mentioning, is all. B l u r r: /I/ am not the hero. /presses claw to chassis/ I'm the bad guy, remember? Whirl: Nope. I saw you, with my own eye, being a Big Damn Hero on Earth. I was THERE. Whirl: You' Whirl: ve officially revoked Bad Guy status. B l u r r: /rolls optic / Lies. I broke their rules. B l u r r: / rubs claw along his helm. Mumbles / Whirl: Pfft, plenty of heroes don't play by the rules. Soundwave: \\NOPE. YA SAVED A WHOLE PLANET. I SEEN THAT ONE.\\ Whirl: You're not THAT naive. B l u r r: I did NOT save a whole planet. Soundwave: \\YUH-HUH. AIN'T YOU KNOW NOTHIN' BOUT THUNDERTRON?\\ Whirl: Oh, DO tell, Frenzy. B l u r r: I know he's hanging on my wall. Shockbox: And what did you think of that film, Chimera? *He's used to holding conversations with buzzsaw over film quality. Surely Chimera must be capable of the same...?* Soundwave: \\HE FRAGGIN' *HATES* CYBERTRON, MECH. AN' THE MECHS ON IT. WANTED 'EM ALL DEAD 'N GONE, LIKE.\\ Shockbox: (( Blurr, you have good taste.)) B l u r r: [[ 8D ]] Soundwave: \\SO HE AIN'T AROUND NO MORE. THAT PLACE'S PLANET'S GONNA LIVE A LI'L LONGER.\\ Frenzy laughs. \\THAT'S ALLLLL YOU.\\ Shockbox: (( /Casually jamming.)) B l u r r: / VENTS and scrubs claw down faceplate. / Whirl: *snickering madly* Soundwave: *And now you know why Soundwave agreed.* B l u r r: / mumbling to his left and right. Motioning to everyone else ./ Whirl: You  might as well make it your full-time job, mech. Whirl: Blurr: Part-Time Teacher. Full-Time Hero. B l u r r: / flicks finial/ No. B l u r r: Pirate. Soundwave: <<Chimera does not understand. Moons and stars and bugs and monkeys are not humans.>> Whirl: Part-Time Teacher. Part-Time Pirate. Full-Time Hero. B l u r r: ... I'm not a full time hero. Whirl: Part-Time Teacher. Part-Time Pirate. Nearly-Full-Time Hero. B l u r r: / huffs and just buries face in claw. Massage temples/ Whirl: *that's the effect Whirl inevitably has on most people, Blurr 8) * B l u r r: / his brain hurts too much for this / Shockbox: I have to agree, it is not very realistic, but that is often the case in epic tales. B l u r r: / loud snarl and just stares at the wall. Pinches bridge of nasal / Whirl: *does not seem to be repentant even in the slightest; his optic is just a cheerful curve* Soundwave: *Rumble sits up at that. Uh-oh. Maybe he'd better... head over to the Boss. Just in case.* B l u r r: / veNTS / Whirl: *bobs his head at Rumble as he goes* Soundwave: *Remembers to wave right before docking* Shockbox: *He does his best to suppres his reaction to the snarling and continues* Is there anything in this film you found especially enjoyable? Shockbox: ((*suppress)) B l u r r: ... /twitches and jerks whole frame up. All right, standing up. Moving. Stretches limbs / Soundwave: *Chimera looks down to think. It takes them a little while to come up with an answer.* <<...Paper!>> B l u r r: Well... in any case, I enjoyed it. Whirl: Same. *clambers out of his hammock at last and streeetches* Whirl: You. *jabs a claw in Blurr's direction* Be careful. B l u r r: ... Of? Soundwave: ((THIS DAMN SONG always makes me want to dance)) Shockbox: *Shockwave is patient as Chimera deliberates to itself, and nods once an answer is given.* B l u r r: [[ that's the poINT OF IT ]] Soundwave: ((I always picture soundwave's feeler wiggling ever so slightly while nobody looks)) Whirl: Just in general, with that thing you refuse to get installed. Shockbox: And why is that? B l u r r: [[ haaa ]] Whirl: *uninstalled B l u r r: I'm careful with it. /shrugs/ B l u r r: ... That isn't what broke, you know. Soundwave: <<It changes shape!>> Another wide, openmouthed smile. <<Chimera does too!>. B l u r r: It didn't help, but it wasn't what did... that. Soundwave: *You know what? Yes. Yes, there is a feeler wiggling ever so slightly.* Shockbox: (( Damnit soundwave, stop being cute.)) Whirl: Yeah, uh-huh. I;m sure. *fixes Blurr with a skeptical look* B l u r r: / good / B l u r r: / stares back at Whirl. He is one tired monster / It wasn't. Whirl: *he does not believe you at all, Blurr* Whatever you say, Teach. Whirl: Anyway, I'm out. Later, losers. *waves a claw* B l u r r: / waves claw / Whirl: ((Blurr should talk to Whirl about it later in private 8) )) B l u r r: [[ mm. Maybe. ]] Soundwave: [[Goodbye.]] B l u r r: [[ once our other thread is done oo; ]] Whirl: ((YES! ofc)) B l u r r: [[ anyway. I'm gonna shut this down. ]] Shockbox: *He hums lightly and cannot help but to offer another pat.* That is accurate. Your reasoning is cogent. B l u r r: [[ Y'all can keep chitter chatters. ]] Soundwave: ((okiedokie)) Shockbox: (( /nod. )) Soundwave: <<Thank you, Creator!>> *Chimera emits a happy squeal - praise! and pats! - before blinking.* <<Oh. It is done. Chimera must go now.>> Shockbox: *The narrator is suffering from cuteness. Shockwave merely accepts it and lets Chimera go free, a nod of adieu offered.* Another time. Shockbox: *He is still unused to this 'creator' business. Even with his own drones, he had never thought to include such a thing.* Soundwave: <<Goodbye!>> *Nyoom. Off to Soundwave and the others* Shockbox: *But it isn't unacceptable, either.* Shockbox: *Welp. With that over with, he is free to leave. He recieved the information he had been seeking.* Shockbox: *It isn't as if he has not offered CNA to an alternate before. This should be simple.* Soundwave: *He'll receive a nod on his way out, when he goes.* Shockbox: *And Soundwave will have one returned to him.* Shockbox: *A standard Wave hello/goodbye.* Shockbox: *Well known between all waves.* FakeProwl: *you'd think the Waves would wave* Soundwave: *It's a lot of arm to move, in his case.* FakeProwl: *fair point. and prowl's still got one pinned.* Soundwave: *Which is absolutely fine by him. Though the avatar might get tugged closer as mechs leave unless Prowl wriggles free and blinks off to go to work.* Soundwave: *Soundwave snatches his time where he can, and all.* Shockbox: ((Good night, you all.)) FakeProwl: *he'll accept the tugging. it's not time for work yet.* Soundwave: ((Night!)) Soundwave: *Good. Because he has a Fullstasis game to continue and, if Prowl has anything he wants to talk or ask about, a willingness to debate and answer questions.* FakeProwl: *he's always happy to talk. but he has no topics to present right now.* Soundwave: *In that case, a question from Soundwave.* FakeProwl: *shoot* Soundwave: *While sending across a move.* @Prowl: (txt): Amica role contemplated since paperwork. Better understanding sought. Prowl's concept: "friend"? What... duties, expectations, privileges?-- Soundwave: ((that first ? should be a -)) Soundwave: Preference: Avoid role failure. Assistance needed. FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... Are you sure you aren't trying to distract me from my move?» *humor tag.* «Difficult to define adequately in less than a textbook. But you're doing well so far.» Soundwave: @Prowl: (txt): Negative. Amused assurance: Better distraction tactics known. Improvement not needed at present? FakeProwl: *he considers that seriously as he makes his next move* @Soundwave «Nnnno.» FakeProwl: *hold on, are they alone now? he can speak out loud.* If I think of anything, I'll let you know. Soundwave: *Sits up a little. He wasn't expecting that first part. And, well, PROWL can speak out loud.* Soundwave: (txt): ...Surprising. Confusing. Satisfying. All accepted, acknowledged. FakeProwl: Confusing? Surprising? FakeProwl: What did you think you were doing wrong? Soundwave: (txt): Unknown. Soundwave does not - Prowl: Autobot. Expected: More... rules? Social differences. Cannot locate required word. Translation difficult. FakeProwl: ... Expectations? Taboos? Requirements? Standards? Soundwave: (txt): ...All? Soundwave: *Basically, his perception of Autobots is so colored by war that he assumed they had some sort of massively complex and righteous set of expected behaviors and that he barely met the minimum.* FakeProwl: I don't socialize like most Autobots. That's not to say I socialize like a Decepticon, but... *shrugs* FakeProwl: *Prowl, meanwhile, assumes that Decepticon socialization is largely based on violence, machismo, and fighting with each other.* FakeProwl: *or he did, anyway. A few months on The Big Conversation has started convincing him that Decepticon socialization is based on memes.* Soundwave: *Thoughtful look at Prowl's knee, mostly unaware of The Big Conversation. Micronus help everyone when he does find out and peek in.* Soundwave: (txt): ...Which Decepticon, Prowl's meter? FakeProwl: ... The Constructicons. *who fit Prowl's stereotypes to a T.* Soundwave: (txt): Fair sample. Many vicious traits encouraged. Strength considered power. *Looks up again.* Do not forget others. Dreadwing, better mech. FakeProwl: I never saw how he socializes. I doubt he would have disagreed that strength is power. FakeProwl: And he might have been loyal to his brother before all else, but I wouldn't have called him unvicious. Soundwave: (txt): Negative; that, believed. Viciousness within. Soundwave: (txt): However... before Constructicons, Dreadwing: vast improvement. FakeProwl: *a simultaneous shrug/nod/grimace.* I wouldn't want to be friends with him, either. Soundwave: (txt): Good. Friendship with dead mech: one-sided, disappointing. (humor tag goes here) Soundwave digressed. Faction meter thoughts: scattered. Note: Of Autobots, Prowl's socialization preferred. FakeProwl: *snort* It's harder for dead mechs to get fed up with you and stop taking your calls, though. They do have that advantage. Soundwave: *Soft huff, might be shaking a little.* FakeProwl: *tiny twitch of a smile. he likes that. that little huff-shake Soundwave does when he laughs.* Soundwave: *And he likes the tiny twitch smiles.* Soundwave: (txt): Not difficult as Prowl thinks. Prime ejected AllSpark. Long-distance calls not supported. Soundwave: *And at this, a little worse. He can joke about it now, it's back where it belongs and all.* FakeProwl: Pff. A fair point. Soundwave: *Soundwave checks his chronometer. He'd better get Rumble back. Motions to Prowl's helm.* (txt): Permission? FakeProwl: *it takes Prowl a moment for Prowl to figure out what Soundwave is asking for permission for. Access inside? but no. no. Not that.* Soundwave: *NO!* FakeProwl: *he figures it out.* Granted. *leans toward* Soundwave: *Leans in and gives him a good, solid bump to the crest. Follows it up with a quick little upward nudge. Best he can do in public.* FakeProwl: *bump. and a small artificial kiss on his mask.* Soundwave: *He will take that artificial kiss and be content. Moreso than before, now that he knows where Prowl usually stands on such things.* Soundwave: (txt): Soundwave, deployers depart. Will see next time. Work well. FakeProwl: And you. I'll see you next time. FakeProwl: *disappears* Soundwave: *Nods and rises. Collects whoever hasn't already hopped on him earlier tonight and departs.*