#History RP AU

[cyarsk52-20]

[springtrap-infernal]

((Welcome to my FNAF-AU, Springtrap Infernal. This blog is a combination of my favorite dumbass William Afton/Springtrap and my Satanism/Demonolatry practice. In this AU, William eventually reincarnates into a Demonic spirit, like those of the Goetia Hierarchy for example. This gives him a considerable amount of autonomy and power to reincarnate physically or remain a spirit.

In the pinned post you will find a listing like those found in Demonolatry or deity books. Hit the ask button to ask the yellow rabbit a question or to give offerings as you would any other spirit/demon/deity you would work with. Who knows, you may even receive a gift in return...

-T))

[randomgooberness]

i tried to refrain from posting more of this au. it didnt work. i have been hyperfocusing on this rp for over a week now i think

anyways the comics/doodles from early act 2 where Gordon falls onto that platform Tommy sent down too fast LMAO. Mind was going through withdrawals so he got really snappy and mean. They "talked it out"(gordon yelled at him and he finally admitted his situation) later its ok

mind written by @shineyfish

[the-ossium-court]

"Lord Tenebris?"

The ancient man sat eerily quietly upon the makeshift throne, gazing out through the thick panes of diaglass, the swirling maelstrom of of the immaterium dancing across the hull.

"Numerous apologies for this intrusion, I will retre-"

{Stay Jorrun.}

Jorrun flinches midturn as he hears Tenebris' unfiltered voice. He does not feel that burning gaze from his leader yet, but has felt it before on more than one occasion. The armored Legionnarie adjusts his stance once more to point back to his master, doing his damndest to not make any sudden movements. To be in the presence of Tenebris Rex is one thing for most Legionnaries,, it's another thing to be within the same chamber as Tenebris when he is out of his armor.

{You may approach, Jorrun.}

The former Son of Horus steps closer, the violet eyes seeing at first only the back of his Lord's head and shoulders. The thick locks of oaken hair, flecks of gold and amber pockmark the hair, while the Black Carapace ports contrast against the golden tanned flesh. The loose folds of the robes hung haphazardly over His Lord's body, cream colored silks and crimson linens.

But then the reflection from the diaglass became clear, and those same violet eyes came into foc-

{What is it Jorrun? What brings you so far away from your Brethren?}

"My Lord, we are soon approaching Armageddon. Scrimshaw Atun has sensed the heavy Imperial forces,, but no Orks or Aeldari."

{Hmm,, Interesting.}

Jorrun does his outmost not to focus on anything particular whilst speaking with Tenebris, even if they are now within arm's reach. His Lord has built his outer image for millennia, no one knows the man behind the armor, no one. Save for either unfortunate victims who are long dead,, and Jorrun.

The enemies of The Ossium Court only know of the great and terrible poet warrior, clad in Terminator Armor and a voice that ever changes upon each sighting. Not often seen on the front lines, allowing his gilded words to coerce and persuade populations to revolt or overthrow Imperial worlds and colonies. That image cannot be further contrasted, by the man sat upon this throne, lazily staring out the wide windows,,

{Jorrun.}

"Yes my Lord?"

{Have our fleet come out of Warp early. Dark side of the moons.}

"Understood my Lord. We will set up some observation loqs once we have stabilized."

{Good,, good.}

Jorrun quickly makes his exit from the chambers, armored boots clicking over the granite floor, trying to not think of Tenebris' gaze,, and the Golden Throne that that gaze once held.

[princeps-lucis]

Time to sleep for History of Magic Class!!

Ghosts haunted you last Halloween celebration. This time, a ghost will teach you new knowledge!

Professor Binns is here and ready to teach young minds once more. Try not to fall into somnolence!

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

💤 Attend the class now in our magical community (for 13+) ~

[darehearts]

❝          it  already  feels  cozy  at  every  corner  of  the  apartment.          ❞       Jim  admits  with  joy  laced  with  each  word,       looking  around  the  bedroom  before  momentarily  turning  towards  the  rest  of  her  place  through  the  open  door                      THEIR       place.       he’s  been  smiling  nonstop  for  the  last  hour,       unpacking  his  little  boxes  one by one.       not  that  he  had  much  to  bring  over.       the  majority  are  his  books       &       clothes.       however,       his  typewriter  is  special.       it  is  the  first  item  he’s  ever  gotten  from  an  antique  shop,       cheap  as  it  was.       it’s  priceless  to  him.       with  his  eagerness  evident,       Jim  takes  a  seat.       ❝          look,       it  still  works       !       it  has  ink  and  everything.          ❞       he  adjusts  the  paper       &       types  an  ‘i’  to  prove  his  point.       then,       he  completes  his  sentence  with  ‘love  you’       &       hands  Carol  the  paper.       ❝          here     .  .  .          ❞

@danversiism ★ |  from here !

[legallyschrodingers]

Ok so umm ..

WHY IS LANNES' RP ACC BEEFING WITH PEOPLE😨😨

I JUST SAW THE JOSEPHINE GETTING CHEWED

AND JUNOT ASWELL😭

(idk how to word this out but ifyk,I'm missing so much rn)

[funkylilomen]

coffin time babey

[thatoneschot]

Dear Fredrick,

Conan has recently wrote to me about Johnathan. I am so sorry to hear about this. I know he ment so much to you and i can’t believe this has happened to him. I am sending my deepest condolences to you and praying that he makes it out alive. I may have never met him, but from your stories, Johnathan is a strong man. I have high hopes that he will come out on top.

Your dear friend, William Laurens.

@william-laurens

Dear William,

I have my trust in Jonathan that he will survive, but my mind has another opinion on the matter. I appreciate your condolences. If I manage it, I will keep you updated on his status.

Now, I cannot write entirely with Mabel breathing down my neck to eat properly, but I will try to write you as soon as Jonathans state changes

Your dear Friend, Frederick Kenneth

[allwelcomehomeneighbors]

"Joanna Volunteer Archive: Contest"

- Honey, I'm at home.

- Mom, hello! You are a little late today.

- Sorry, honey, at work today there were a lot of materials that came to us. So many that I had to take some of the documents with me.

- Are you talking about this huge folder?

- Yes, it's about her.

- She's fat! Oops... something seems to have fallen.

*rustling*

-Is this someone's drawing?

- - Oh yes. This is one of those drawings that children once sent to the competition. The one who was able to portray his character the best, not only won the prize, but also could see his character in the show.

- Wow, that's so cool! I also want my friend Froppy to be on TV too!

- Hehe, maybe one day it will.

[captainblazkowicz]

ind. bj blazk.owicz from wolfe.nstein.

au & crossover friendly.

loaded by merc, follows from @merchub.

non-rp blogs, please don’t reblog.

[dhampiravidi]

"In modern times in the United Kingdom, "the Season" is known to encompass various prestigious events that take place during the spring and summer. According to The Sloaney magazine's online guide "Sloaney Season", it starts with Cheltenham Festival (March), and includes the Grand National (April), The Boat Race (April), Badminton Horse Trials (May), Chelsea Flower Show (May), Epsom Derby (June), Royal Ascot (June), Test matches at Lord's (July), Wimbledon (July), Henley Royal Regatta (July), Edinburgh International Festival (August) and others, ending with Goodwood Revival (September)."

^^^ events you can structure your Regency/Bridgerton/social season kinda RP/story by

[joyfulmagic]

open starter || muse: illya ; v: medieval au

"The Tsar granted me the money to live rather well, even when I no longer work for him," Illya confessed, feeling conflicted about the money. He wanted to have the money to put toward building a home near the woods for his future family, yet taking from the Tsar felt...wrong somehow.

Looking down at his hands, he thought about what he'd been through in order to get so much respect from the Tsar. It'd been bad things, to put it mildly. He feared death when it came to face him for the last time, as he had sent many to their own deaths.

"I do not know if I should accept it or not, not to mention the risk of insulting the Tsar if I refuse," he sighed.

[bitbrumal]

                             QUESTION     ↤  @predvestnik  ::  SOME MEME SOMETIME  ↩

❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜ For Diluc! c:

DILUC have you seen me or have you stepped out of the darkness?

the banked embers have burnt out / his eyes dull. it's not them i'm worried about. the opinions of the masses—meaningless. a petty nuisance, just like their frivolous attempts to make it matter. what those dear to him think is a keen matter,- manageable when it must be. let them be judge & jury, but he is the executioner.

   "i thought this to be a mood, but. it's been years now, so i suppose it's who i am." what's the point of explaining this to one so chipper about his misconduct. the way tartaglia's shoulders look to be those of atlas, same as his—yet they carry themselves so differently. perhaps that isn't something to look down on, but the thought of turning an accepting eye toward a slate so chiselled full of sin it's splintered... roils the stomach. there is no-one else to punish lord ragnvindr without consequence, & why would he stoop so low as to not judge himself anyway? what is there to being good if it is only in name.

a crime is a crime. that he's not done away with himself means he's been more than cheeky. ( maybe it would be nice if tartaglia could see that - but the need for something softer, for something to grow from razed / fertile soil ... is just another sin. besides. they're both brutal. )

"if you knew what i'd done to my family, you wouldn't suggest the same."

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Everyone was passing him seeing Yuji and Yuria passing. They keep going down the ranging but was already trying to get close to getting up to the main three. So far, Miko was way ahead but sees her driving faster.

"And it seems Miko has gotten out of the drift and now down the main road. She's getting closer to the finish line folks!" Zilla saw her driving still with Megumi slowly catching up.

"But it seems Megumi is getting up on her. He's really determined to catch up and get first but will it be enough!?"

Yuji kept driving wanting to keep his place but saw Yuria now catching up to him as he was trying to keep her from getting past.

Megumi kept driving while keeping his drifting speed but seeing that Kisho was trying to recover his speed and control. Seeing this, he quickly speeds up but keeping the hard drift. Yuji was gaining but he saw Kisho trying to regain control.

'Hurry up brat! Go go go go go!' Sukuna shouted but Yuji slams the gas to get quickly ahead trying to catch up with either Kisho and Kisho. The other three were still trying to keep up during this.

"It seems the curve is almost down and Miko seems to have gotten past it while driving no ahead down the track! If someone doesn't do anything she might get real close to the finish line!" Mothra said watching this.

[draconicapologies]

It's always at midnight my brain pulls ancient original story stuff off the shelf from my teenage years and goes -

Maybe, 🤔. This can Be Salvaged

Do I need another thing to twirl around and never finish? No. Do I need to revamp and Rebuild something that had solid ideas despite a billion issues? No.

Am I now hypothetically pinning portraits to a board and connecting them with red string and hypothetical Themes that OG thing definitely did not have?

Yes.