#-- Alternate RP Verses ||

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

DARK FANTASY MAGNETO CONCEPT

CROWNED in Steel: A helmet of molten metal, half-formed like a twisted crown, rests upon his head, merging with his skull. His silver-blue eyes glow with magnetic power, mirroring the power of gravity-defying magnetic curls.

MAGNETIC Flesh: Patches of his metallic rock, like lodestones, hum on his skin. His crusader armor and gauntlets are of obsidian and mysterium metal. A cape of shattered metal billows dramatically behind him. One of his arm is fully fashioned of magnetic currents like that of a ghost's.

VOICE of the Earth: His voice resonates deep and low, a rumble echoing the power of iron core of earth's magma within the planet.

TOUCH of Humanity: A fur drapes across one shoulder, a hint of a life lived before the metal and fire. Jewelry, a blend of Romanii and Jewish patterns, adorns his form, each piece a remembrance, forged of gold and metal he has taken from those that stole it.

MOLTEN Heart: His heart is made of molten metal, constantly churning.

OBSIDIAN Earth: Alternatively, a shard of obsidian, polished to a glassy sheen, could replace the metal.

POWERS:

-- edits made by me , pictures from various X-Men comics ||

[citizenstarlight]

SPICY ACTION PROMPTS.  | accepting

[  BEG ] ;  the sender begs the receiver to touch them. - @homelander-rp-blog

        It was a strange feeling to have the world’s strongest man at her feet. To see John’s vulnerable and needy side was a rarity. A majority of his life was spent exuding and showing power. The expectations put upon him would cause anyone duress. Annie was glad he felt comfortable enough to open up to her in such a way. 

       There was only so long that Annie could hear John beg before she gave into him. A frisky smile grew on her lips. Slender fingers made their way through his blonde tresses. When he joined her in her chambers, she was already dressed for bed. An oversized t-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts. “You were such a good boy today,” she cooed affectionately. “You deserve a reward.”

       With a gentle hand Annie led John to her bed. Hands settled on his chest only to push him into a seated position. There was an ease in which she straddled him. Brown eyes looked deeply into his blue ones as she cupped his cheeks. She leaned in and kissed him deeply. Slowly her fingers traveled down his body before they stopped at his belt. “Help me get you out of this suit.”   

[awkwardcourage]

"They probably told you every details but let me say... I won't look forward to this partnership" | @homelander-rp-blog!

Hughie's outstretched hand hung in the air for a moment, before it was slowly retracted. He was used to getting negative reactions when people met him, but never were they usually so blunt about it. When it came to other CEOs, it was because he was looked like a nerdy who kid who had no business running a company and when it came to regular people, he got the blame for creating something that was taking over their jobs. It still stung, but he was sort of used to it.

"Um... Okay, look, I-I get that. Really. Most people don't like me, but I'm just here to help. Just... thinks of me like a tool." Hughie winced at his poor choice of words. Detective Lander almost definitely already thought of him as a tool. "N-not a tool, but, you know, a resource. Just use me for my expertise, okay?"

[immortalmuses]

@nightfaith has just given me so much life by falling down an "X-Men/Dragon Age Crossover AU" brainrot hole with me!

Consider:

Logan as a dwarven warrior, someone old enough to remember Orzammer before it was nearly destroyed by the invasion of Darkspawn from the First Blight. But who has no memory of that time, for reasons related to his capture by Tevinter Blood Mages, who leveraged his particularly strong resistance to Lyrium poisoning to experiment on him. He is, unsurprisingly, a Berserker. And he doesn't really like other Dwarves.

[rcxylancelct-mcrtcn]

it's a fact: when you're attacked—

—You've got to respond!

[ Roxanne “Roxy” Morton. | Ind. | Sel. | Multiverse. ]

Manners | Vitals | Mun & Muse are 21+. | Written by Gee.

x / x / x / x

[universestreasures]

Shadow Checkmate (Drabble)

For @shachou

Chess. It was the first game Nii-sama ever taught me, the one that made me really love gaming. I'm not very good at it. Nowhere near as good as my brother. But...when I play it with him, it makes me so happy! It's a lot of fun to try and beat him, even if I always lose.

It used to be something we'd do every day, with other kids at the orphanage watching us. But...we don't play chess anymore. We haven't since we moved into this house.

Our stepfather says Nii-sama has more important things to do than to play with me, something about needing to work hard. That's why I don't see him most days. I only see him at dinner once in a while or at a fancy party I get to go to. Other times, I'm told he's too busy studying with his teachers, even if I ask nicely.

I miss him. I miss him a lot. I miss the days when he read me stories about dragons and wizards. I miss the days when he'd tuck me into bed. I miss the days when we played chess for fun all day. I miss the days we were together.

With him not around, I've gotten lonely and bored. That means I've had to make new ways to have fun, like Nii-sama and I always used to do. That's why I made a new game, a new game I can play that makes me feel like I'm playing it with him.

It's called Shadow Checkmate.

The rules are the same as regular chess, except you don't need a second person to play. All you need is yourself and your shadow. Though, I don't have any chess pieces. I've had to use things in my room, like buttons or pencils, instead. I drew the board out on a piece of paper, one side for the 'white' pieces and one side for the 'black'. I use the black ones like I always do, and my shadow uses the white.

I take my turns, and then I move my shadow's pieces for it. Though, when I play, I don't see or hear my shadow playing with me. I hear and see my brother. For he is always by my side, like a shadow, even if he isn't here.

"Good move, Mokie!" I'd hear him say, my brother's voice echoing in my head.

"Better luck next time, kiddo." He'd tell me after he'd win, like he always does.

"Let's play again!" That is what he'd say after each game, always wanting to play more.

I'd play Shadow Checkmate for hours and hours. I'd play so much to the point I'd fall asleep right there on the floor. It was fun and made me feel like, even just for a while, that I wasn't trapped in this stupid house. When I was back home with Nii-sama, smiling and playing together like we always did.

-------------------

I find myself coming back to that little game I made rather recently, playing it wherever Nii-sama happens to be. In his hospital room. In his bedroom. Even outside in the mansion's garden when the doctors allow me to take him out. Wherever he is, and we'd have a moment, we'd play, just like we used to.

I'd set up the pieces, proper chess pieces his time. His were white, and mine were black. And since I long since memorized all of his moves, I gently guide his hands to the pieces, helping him move them into place. Of course, I always lose. But...unlike the last time I lost a game, I don't get yelled at or punished for losing, even if I somehow always get a little shaken when his voice in my mind echos "checkmate."

It was nice to have him here, not looking at me so coldly, at least physically. For he can't move or can't talk right now. Like this, he really had become my shadow, always there next to me, but unable to react to anything I say, outside of what I make up in my head. The real him was off rebuilding the puzzle of his heart, according to Yugi, whatever that meant.

But I promised to wait for him, and wait for him I did. Each and every day for over half a year. I played many games with him, maybe in hopes that by doing so he'd come back, but nothing had changed. And unlike when I was little, I wasn't smiling as much during these games. It didn't help ease my loneliness. If anything, it made me feel sadder. For my Nii-sama was right in front of me, and yet...it still wasn't who I was waiting for. It wasn't who I wanted to be with more than anything. It wasn't who I wanted to say "I love you, Mokuba" for real instead of in my head.

It wasn't my big brother, the person I wanted to play chess for real with.

-------------------

I played a lot of chess with my friends while I've been at Tasuku's place. All four of them took turns playing with me, me winning against Gao and Akatsuki and me losing to Suzuha and Tasuku. I tried my best to put my all into these games, but...my heart just wasn't in. It was like I was zoning out most of the time, stuck in my own head and unable to focus on what was in front of me.

Whoever I played against, I would always see Nii-sama instead. Instead of their voices, I'd hear his, encouraging me or congratulating me on a win. It was no different than playing Shadow Checkmate all over again, except this time I didn't have to move the other pieces.

The more we played as the weeks went on, the more I kept thinking. Will I get to play chess with the real Nii-sama ever again? Will I get to ever see him again? Will he ever want to see me again? Will he...will he send me back to the orphanage, since I liked it there so much? Will I be forced to play with shadows of him made by my mind, something i did when I had no choice, forever?

My fears engulfed my shadows, transforming the images of my brother I saw during these games now, just like how he appeared in my nightmares. His voice changed too, encouraging words now distorted into the anger-filled rage he experienced that night that had been echoing in my mind since they happened as if they'd never shut up.

"I will not entertain this nonsense any longer!"

"You want no part of this ? Fine. Do as you wish."

" This conversation is over."

I put my hands over my ears as they get louder, dropping my chess pieces in the process as my eyes shut tight and tears start to flow. Tasuku and my friends come to my side to comfort me, but I can't hear them. All I can hear and see is my shadow growing into my brother, towering over me like his dragon, before detaching himself from me and leaving me alone.

All alone.

Forever.

-------------------

Here I am. Sitting alone inside a room in this mansion, this time my brother's room, playing Shadow Checkmate once again with the makeshift pieces I made when I was five. I know I don't have to play this anymore. I had friends I could play with. I had employees I could play with. Hell, if I wanted to, I could make an AI version of my brother to play with.

But...for some reason, I chose this way instead. Maybe it was because it felt nostalgic. Maybe it was because it had worked in the past into fooling myself he was actually here. For unlike all the other times before, my brother isn't here in this dimension. He's off somewhere I can't get to. Somewhere, I don't know if he'll ever return from.

As I move my pieces into place, following suit by moving my shadows, I try to not think so hard. I want to lose myself in my fantasies. I want to escape for even just a moment, to remind myself that everything is okay and that my brother is still with me!

And yet...this time, there was nothing. No voice. No sound. No image. It was just me. Me, myself, and I. The reality of it all was too real to suppress, for no trace of my brother was left in this world other than his cards, his possessions, and my memories and mementos. I wasn't a little kid anymore who could distract myself with self-made images of what I wanted to see.

I had grown up, meaning this game...was no longer what I needed it to be anymore.

I threw all of the game pieces to the side in a swipe, gritting my teeth in frustration as I huffed and puffed. I hate this! Why wasn't it working anymore? Can't I just have a moment, even just a second of peace? The peace I thought would always be there?!

We promised each other we wouldn't ever be separated. We promised we'd always stick together. We promised we'd always be a team. And yet, just like in my visions from the past, he's left my side, my shadow seemingly nonexistent as I turn my back to look.

For there was no light to guide me. No light to warm me. No light to guide me. Nii-sama is my light. He always has been, and without him...I feel...

I feel incomplete, like part of my soul is missing; a part I need to live lest I be cast down back into the sea of despair that had almost drowned me so many times again and again. I feel worthless, knowing I can never fill his shoes. I feel numb, knowing I might never get to play another game with him....ever again.

It was suffocating as I cried my eyes out over him, left in nothing but the rubble of my childhood escape that could no longer stop me from drowning...

-------------------

It was a miracle. A miracle I thought one day might never come. But it did. The light that protects my brother's soul, his dragons, along with a priest who resembled him, led me back to my brother. We were together at last, his light returning my shadow to me after a painful two months of separation.

Naturally, everyone celebrated his return. Kaiba Corporation was glad to have him back, a weight being taken off my shoulders. Despite doing my best, no one ran the company quite like my brother. He had a light that lead everyone to doing their jobs well and to the best of their ability, a light I sadly don't have just yet but that I hope I one day will have!

However, that wasn't what I was concerned about. I was worried about one thing and one thing only: spending time with him, good quality time outside of work. I wasn't about to let him become a workaholic again. At least...not right away. For there was something important I just had to do, a thought that had been on my mind since he first left.

I come into his lab with a box under my arms, one I had to dig around in Seto's room for. My entrance gets his attention, him turning his chair to face me. I greet him with a smile, as I always do, before I do what I have been wanting to do for so long; finally putting a nail in the coffin to my old game

"Niisama...?" I ask, holding up a box containing his personal set of a certain game, a game we haven't played together in ages that I was ready to play with him for real this time.

"Can we...play some chess? I think...I think I'm finally ready to beat you!"

[viitlumi]

Verses Lore - AOT Modern AU

I'll add this information to a linked page of my blog, but I decided to make this extra post anyway ;D More info under Read because it's a rather long:

;modern au - In the distant future, 2000 years after the death of Eren Yeager, the world has undergone a dramatic transformation. The scars of the Titan Wars have healed into a highly developed society, marked by advanced technology, sustainable urban planning, and a commitment to global peace. The legacies of Eren, Ymir, and other heroes are preserved in museums, commemorated in grand monuments, and celebrated through annual memorial days, ensuring their stories remain integral to cultural identity.

Paradis has emerged as the capital of the world, a symbol of resilience and rebirth. The city stands as a beacon of progress, with its towering skyscrapers, lush green spaces, and seamlessly integrated technology reflecting the pinnacle of human achievement. The streets are filled with people from diverse backgrounds, all contributing to a vibrant, multicultural society. Citizens of Paradis exhibit a strong sense of civic duty and global responsibility, embodying the spirit of unity and cooperation that defines the new world order.

A unified world government has brought unprecedented political stability and international cooperation. Science and education are pillars of society, with groundbreaking advances in medicine vastly improving quality of life and longevity. The education system places a strong emphasis on history, ensuring that the lessons of the past are never forgotten. This awareness fosters a cautious optimism among the populace, who remain ever vigilant of potential threats while striving for a brighter future.

However, whispers of the Titans' possible return due to DNA manipulation continue to circulate, serving as a stark reminder that history's shadows can still loom over the present. Conspiracy theories and rumors persist, leading some to question the true extent of their safety. While these fears are often dismissed as paranoia, they underscore the underlying tensions that still exist in this seemingly utopian society.

Politically, the world is a tapestry of progress and cooperation, yet it is not without its threads of tension and potential conflict. Paradis, as the epicenter of global power, faces the challenge of navigating old hostilities, resource disputes, and the persistent fear of Titans. Efforts towards peace and stability are bolstered by Paradis' diplomatic and technological leadership, but the delicate balance of power requires constant vigilance. The global government works tirelessly to mediate conflicts and promote sustainable development, but the specter of past grievances and the competition for resources remain ever-present threats.

The Fate of Marley and Paradis

The once-powerful empire of Marley has seen dramatic changes over the millennia. Following the end of the Titan Wars, Marley underwent a period of significant political and social upheaval. The collapse of their Titan-based military supremacy led to internal strife and a reevaluation of their national identity. Over the centuries, Marley transitioned from a dominant imperial force to a federated state within the global government.

Marley's integration into the new world order was not without challenges. The initial years were marked by economic hardship and societal restructuring. However, through international cooperation and substantial reforms, Marley gradually stabilized and rebuilt its society. Today, Marley is a respected member of the global community, contributing to advancements in technology, culture, and education.

The memories of Marley’s imperial past and the atrocities committed during the Titan Wars are acknowledged and remembered through education and public discourse. This collective memory serves as a lesson in the dangers of militarism and xenophobia. Marley has embraced a new identity centered around reconciliation, innovation, and cultural preservation.

In everyday life, the people of Marley, like those in Paradis and other parts of the world, enjoy the benefits of a peaceful and advanced society. The transformation of Marley from an empire of conquest to a beacon of progress exemplifies the broader global shift towards unity and cooperation.

The Yeagerist Regime and its Overthrow

After the death of Eren Yeager, Paradis fell under the control of the Yeagerists, a fascist regime that sought to consolidate power and maintain dominance through authoritarian means. This period was marked by internal turmoil and external isolation, as the Yeagerists pursued a policy of aggressive nationalism and military strength.

However, the oppressive regime did not last indefinitely. Over time, internal resistance grew, fueled by those who remembered the true ideals of freedom and justice that had once inspired the fight against the Titans. The people of Paradis, alongside international allies, eventually rose up and overthrew the fascist regime. This revolution marked a turning point, leading to the establishment of a more democratic and inclusive government.

The new leadership in Paradis committed to rebuilding their society on principles of equality, transparency, and cooperation. They sought to heal the wounds inflicted by the Yeagerists' rule and to foster a sense of unity both within Paradis and with the wider world. This transformative period laid the groundwork for Paradis' emergence as the global capital, a hub of innovation, diplomacy, and cultural exchange.

Social norms emphasize community, environmental stewardship, and innovation. The arts flourish, with new forms of expression emerging alongside traditional practices, reflecting a deep reverence for heritage combined with a forward-looking perspective. The balance of this new world hangs on the edge of cooperation and conflict, as the lessons of the past shape the uncertainties of the future. The story of humanity's struggle against the Titans has become a cornerstone of cultural identity, a reminder of both the horrors that once were and the resilience that defines the human spirit. In this new era, the world stands united yet vigilant, ever mindful that the peace they cherish was hard-won and must be diligently preserved.

[radicheart]

He misses his son.

[muse-of-the-multiverse]

Vampire AU//Reblog to roleplay

Rebecca looked around at the vast castle, this was Dracula's castle, it definitely had that dark aesthetic to it, and the rolling clouds of thunder added to it, she probably should've felt afraid, having seen or heard about those vampires, but she had to remind herself that she was one of them now, a new bride to Dracula himself, she wasn't exactly sure what he had seen in her, but it felt like things were going to get better from here on out.

[esserisupremi]

Caillen Open || Sinday Version

Going into heat was always a dangerous time for Caillen. Everywhere she went she always hard to look over shoulder to make sure she wasn’t being stalked or followed by males of her pride, let alone other shifters . Each time it was always the same old song and dance and this time was no different. 

Unsettled in her home, she had decided to go to the lake for a swim. Swimming always seemed to have helped cool her down, ease her ( somewhat hidden ) anxiety even. Despite the change of season, it was hardly cold enough for her not to do so. Even if it were, her body temperature was so high that she wouldn’t have been affected by it in the first place.

Dropping her towel, piece by piece Caillen removed her clothes before proceeding to step into the water. A pleasurable chill ran up her spin as she went under before popping back up, an attempt to get herself used to the chill faster. 

Sensing she were no longer alone, she proceeded to wipe the water from her eyes while addressing the other,” You better be here for a different reason besides the one I know you are.”

[bestgolfball]

i deserved that. - Abby from @warmaiidens

「 joel raised an eyebrow at abby's words, hand instinctively reaching for his pistol. ❝ to nearly kill me? ❞ he questioned in a cautious tone — not wanting a fight to break out, not when he was by himself and still injured. he was barely recovered — he was certain he'd die if he had to fight. he just had to stall. 」

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑

MAGNETO dark fantasy edit inspired by @hexsreality & @chvoswitch <3

[citizenstarlight]

        Annie placed a gentle hand upon John's shoulder. “Johnny are you okay?” After his over-the-top faux-birthday celebration, she wasn't sure what his mood would be. She wanted to make sure to check in with him. 

★ ╼ MINI STARTER CALL! | @homelander-rp-blog

[celestialcrcwn]

Shitfed!Caillen Open

Nudging the passed out other with her paw after sniffing them making sure they weren’t dead, Caillen then moved to the edge of the pond where she splashed them with some water.” Come on, I know you’re not dead.” She mused to herself.  After a couple of moments, she watched for them to begin to stir, and also for anymore threats that might have been right behind the. 

[composer-of-the-night]

ANONYMOUS PENNED:

While Gustave was a bundle of joy and laughter, openly affectionate, sweet and tender as his mother, his younger sister Ophelia? Well, she didn't have a lot to say for herself.

Even at almost three years old it was clear she could talk, she was advancing quickly, but she was quiet, timid, didn't smile much, serious and stubborn as her father. There were ways she expressed affection though, as her father played the piano in the front room of the farmhouse, she wordlessly clambered onto the stool next to him, and tapped on the highest note with a tiny finger to get his attention. She looked at him with those eyes so similar to his own, that deep pink birthmark on her right cheek. "Hello." She said, just the tiniest of smiles on her face.

AS quiet and reserved as his Ophelia was, Erik and his daughter had a keen way of understanding each other. She was remarkably like him; stoic and fiercely intelligent, even at only three years.

THE tapping of the C8 brings him out the trance he so frequently finds himself in when composing. Erik opens his eyes to see Ophelia perched on the stool beside him, the tiniest of smiles on her face.

" HELLO, " he greets with his own smile. Though he loathes being interrupted, his daughter's presence always fills him with a sense of joy. He picks the girl up by her waist and sets her into his lap, placing a kiss against her mop of wild curls ( her hair is as dark as his once was, but the curls are solely her mother's ). " Did you simply wish to hear me play? " he asks, beginning to idly pluck at the melody he had been composing. " Or did you have a different request? "

[inksandpensblog]

4 and 5 for the character ask game let's hurt some people

4. Do they have any scars or tattoos?

Ohoho you already know the answer to this one, my friend, you just want those blissful in ignorance to share your agony. And I, for one, am happy to oblige XD

Yes, he does have scars! On his wrists and ankles, where the cuffs were placed; so they're not really noticeable until the extended timeline, when he gets the cuffs removed. Eventually the ankle scars heal up well, until they're barely noticeable, and they wouldn't usually be seen by anyone anyway since they'd be covered by his boots. The scarring around his wrists is a different story.

Some context: Dark has a tendency to dissociate, in certain circumstances. If it's fear that causes him to dissociate, it's usually because he's under the impression (sometimes mistaken, but it wasn't always) that he can't physically escape from the danger, so his mind escapes instead.

However, for those times when he can't physically escape but he recognizes, on some level, that he needs his mind present, he has...a grounding technique.

Just like how the cuffs would shock him if he dawdled mid-task, the pain of his own nails piercing into his skin from the crushing grip of his own hand around one of his wrists is enough to keep him in the moment.

He hasn't consciously made a connection between the two sensations. I don't think he's even conscious about doing it, whenever he does. Sometimes he might wonder why the old scars marring his wrists keep opening. Why they never seem to heal completely.

I believe you yourself said it best, once:

[NGD!Dark]'s never had the liberty of fleeing from what terrifies him.

5. What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances?

I'm...not actually sure what's meant by "last time," here. Most recent within the published material? Most recent of what's been brainstormed?

I can tell you that the first time he cried was when he tried and failed to confront noogai after being forced to dispose of Chosen's corpse again. But as far as what's upcoming for the second and third acts, I don't have that all ironed out yet. Though he might cry a little after making a certain discovery in the third act. (Not necessarily because of that discovery, but due to how it affects a slightly earlier discovery...) That's getting into spoilers though XD

As far as the extended timeline...

...he tends to be quite miserable on his birthdays.

Though on a lighter and more uplifting note, I don't doubt that he shed some tears upon finally reuniting with Orange and getting to hug the kid without having to worry about the chain coming between their efforts.