#Rp thread - “Let’s begin.��

[nightmxre-univxrse]

" ..So, the whole..'Looking like Sonic' thing. Is that a stylistic choice, or?.. "

@shards0fmetal (for exetior :P)

(Gotchu :] )

Exetior’s ears perked up upon hearing Shard’s voice, his gaze soon shifting towards him, focusing on the metallic hedgehog.

He shook his head, soon crossing his arms. It was..very doubtful if he should actually say it about the appearance, more when it is his first time talking to Shard, so it might be best to try and keep it vague. Besides, it wasn’t something common to see this kind of robot, considering he never saw him before in any of those worlds. “I wouldn’t say it is..a ‘stylistic choice’, in my point of view. It’s just..something comfortable, to put it that way.” He managed to say in response to the question. Honestly, if the appearance were to be someone else, it wouldn’t really feel comfortable nor be the same thing to him. Soon enough, Exetior spoke again, in part to change of subject but also continue with this conversation regardless of how it started. “What brings you here, Hm?” This was the thing that came to his mind to ask, perhaps needing a bit of time to be certain about this robot’s name and possibly origins too asides of willing to know the answer to that question.

[muutosarchive]

it's doesn't happen how it does in the movies, that's for sure.

credenhill seemed less bleak than the russian hospital at the time, but not these days. it was hard enough coming back last time with the failures notched to his belt. gaz, griggs, mac. price. it was more of a victory than soap had imagined, seeing the old dick-tickling bastard back in one piece . . . you know, considering who exactly had a hold of him. but it didn't bring the rest of them back. didn't make it any less his fault. he's not sure if he'll ever stop having dreams about gaz lying there next to zakhaev. no matter how many more would go on to replace them. &. god knows, now he has many. (perhaps he should have been thankful, being at the boneyard. didn't have to see them burn). he's not.

in the dream he used to try to drag the russian bastard away, like he wrote about. but instead his own injuries muted him, made him weak.

but where were we? ah, right. no big flash of light, no . . . crazy visions up in smoke. no, this big bastard comes on his two legs out of bloody nowhere. captain's squinted eyes looking over across the grounds, towards the armory. cigar in hand. habits, speech . . . you could tell the man who molded him had his impact. at least he could give up the horses now that the old man's back in business. yet, that's when he notices. bloke big enough to cover up the bloody sun standing there, wearing a familiar yet foreign skeletal mask -- the likes of which easily brought a flare to squinted eyes. his jaw clenches in offense. heart seizing in his chest, his lip curls in realization whilst he throws the cigar away. this piece of shit is takin' the piss, isn't he?

"what in the bloody fuck is this then? this yer idea of some kind of a fuckin' prank?"

shifting weight, he puts himself in more of a commanding stance as the rage in blue eyes burns like the hottest point of the flame.

regardless of the implications, lieutenant simon riley was under his command. the task force was his. they gave it to him, but soap more-less handed command back to price with the pistol once they fished his ass out of the gulag. but, he'd picked his recruits. hand selected. commanded. roach &. ghost his favored among them.

another keeper: ghost. can't get over the name though. what the hell kind of name is ghost? says the man named soap, eh?

but -- he'd gotten them killed. just like gaz, just like, griggs. price words still stick with him, too. i never trusted shepherd. &. it was soap's trust in him, in the formation of 141, that got them killed.

the big bloke stands &. stares with rimmed brown eyes that make captain mactavish seethe. he doesn't see the shock, the awe -- nor the disbelief. the soft 'johnny' escaping just a bit too close for comfort.

another lurch in his gut sends his arm plowing right into barrel chest, &. shoving till he hit the nearest armored vehicle in sight. backing the body up against it as he points in his eyes. "ye better not be the 'fuckin' new guy' -- 'cause you'll be goin' green in the gills someplace else before long, with that sorta sense." he growls. shaking his head, as the next angry sentence is forced with an edging of their tandem forms backward. jostling against the truck. "just wait till ye lose someone out here, yerself. hope someone else mocks ye for it. now take that disrespectful shite offa' yer face right now . . . or i'll start makin' more noise."

🍒 @designedparadigm ↪ that thing we plotted earlier <3

[juyeonmp]

A Bloody Scent : Time for Rescue

(Continuation from This Post, for @mpinsoo )

[ TW: Blood, Injury, Similar concepts of quoted thread ]

Juyeon had been meandering through the woods in his wolf form with a sense of freedom he hadn't had since returning to Korea. Mount Phoenix allowed him to stretch and exercise in one of his most comfortable forms without worry, and he was utilizing that fact to it's fullest.

This was the most comfortable he had been in a long time.

He was enjoying himself, sharp gaze following falling leaves and other creatures as he crept close and playfully pounced on anything that moved before a faint sound in the distance distracted him from his game. His ears pricked up high, head turning towards the town where the noise had come from.

He tilted his head, listening carefully before he rose his nose towards the sky and sniffed the air. He was current downwind from town, one of his ears lowering slightly as a confusing scent started to slowly waft in his direction. He sniffed again, a small whine leaving his muzzle as the scent started to form a picture of sorts in his mind. His nose twitched, the black wolf letting off a snort as he shook his head to try and chase away the thoughts forming in his mind.

Pack...?

The wolf started moving, running.

He followed the scent, the distant sounds as the confusing smell became clearer and clearer. It was the scent of blood. The town was full of it. He stuck to the woods, running along the edge of town.

At In-soo's howl of pain, he could distinctly hear the commotion now, the black wolf sped up. He ran quickly and heavily, following the scent of blood all the way into the deeper area of the woods.

He tracked the injured wolf, his pack-mate, to the place he'd lain down when his injuries didn't allow him to move further. He inspected the bloodied and still bleeding brown wolf as best he could, a small whine leaving him as he noticed the other wasn't moving and seemed to be struggling to breathe.

He moved close, nudging the other wolf's face a few times and giving a low bark to try and rouse him. He even licked at his face too, whining softly as he continued to try to get him to wake up.

He couldn't sleep here, he needed help.

He barked a few more times, softly growling with a demanding tone to try and get him to listen and wake up.

He did everything he could, trying and trying and trying to no avail. He sat down, huffing at his pack-mate's still form and attempting to figure out a solution to get the other male out of the woods and back to where he could receive help and emergency assistance.

[not-that-dillinger]

Ed glanced up at the window to a very, very, angry, much younger version of Dante Solinas, that sparked a memory, a passing mention of one of Solinas's programs (half firewall, half security monitor, formally designated 1NF3RN0-DYS-0-N, and usually referred to at Encom as Inferno) that had gone missing long before Ed's time at the company. It seemed that Inferno Dyson was of the many programs that disappeared into (what he referred to as) black hole in the depths of the Encom server.

Ed had scoured the server to find that black hole--and the missing programs within--grieving and heartbroken, first for his first program, and then for Eve when she and Eos disappeared.

A black hole that, upon reflection, was actually more a worm hole that Ed was now seeing the other side of... Now looking at the solved mystery, the fact that most of the disappearances occurred between 1983 and 1989--during Flynn's time as CEO of the company--was a giant clue staring him in the face that Ed had completely missed. Not... all of them, it had started with the MCP, and Eve and Eos had occurred after and Eos had been an anomaly, but. Big clue. Not that he would have known where to look without Nitro mentioning the arcade.

Speaking of Clues--or, rather Clu-- Ed met the program's eyes through the camera.

I'm missing the pointers to all the variables here, too, he messaged Clu. I don't think we're meant to have the context, and I trust that Eve will explain if it becomes relevant, but I could ask, if you want me to. Speaking of... I know moving anywhere can be daunting, and you're being very brave about it, but how are you holding up? Is there anything I can do to make it a little easier? Maybe answer any questions you have?

@not-that-dillinger Continued from here because it apparently doesn't want me to reblog it...

Nitro shuddered softly. "There's... two kinds of reprogramming." He explained haltingly. "That we have experience with, at least."

"One's... medical, I guess. Repairing damage, making improvements, averting obsolescence... all done by Users or trained Medic Programs. Good thing, if a bit... disconcerting when you're not used to it."

"The other's Clu's specialty. He calls it rectifying. It's... it's hacking, I guess, given a fancy name, but it's so much worse than being infected with a Virus or a User breaking in to edit a Program's function without access rights allowing them to."

"It strips away everything that makes someone who they are. Memories, functions, personality, thoughts, hopes, dreams... all gone." Nitro looked away, clenching his fist. "He did it to so many. Friends became enemies in... well. Fractions of a second for you, our equivalent of minutes. Hundreds, if not thousands, wiped clean except for what he wanted to turn them into. Disposable armies, mostly. Bodies to throw at what few held out against him. He- even Tron was brought down eventually. Our stronghold, Eve, my kids... we're the last of the resistance, maybe forty fighters strong, the rest all refugees. It- for all I know, it could be just me now."

[v-albion]

Campfire Confrontation

((Rearranged and cleaned up Cabin 14's RP thread)) @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Marco walks to the middle of Cabin 14’s main hangout area. He pulled out a clipboard and began to flip through the first few pages. He sighed, irritated. Guess he has to do his camp counselor duties now. 

“So uh…We have an attendance sheet I need to fill out, so let’s see if everyone is here…uh, True Color kids check… Ghostly kids check…Uh-“ he squinted through his goggles. Yes, he’s supposed to have glasses, does he wear them? No. Reason being? He thinks they look stupid. “Uhh Mike-hail? Mikeehail? Mikhail? Covert Au?“

The rumble of a quiet hum was the only response provided at the utterance of the name. The source stood behind Marco, a thumb hooked through a belt loop, the other unoccupied hand tapping idly by his side, his tapetum lucidem shining through the shadows granted by his hood. After a brief assessment of the layout and present individuals, the figure tipped his head.

“It is Mikhail. The rest of my team is preoccupied at the moment.”

Spirit tilted his head at the turtle “This is camp, what’s there to be preoccupied with?” Mika silently shushed Spirit, the vibes he got from the older turtle were kinda spooking him.

”Hm, Fair enough. You can go ahead and pick a bed for yourself and your brothers.” It’s odd to see a Mikey that isn’t so “cheery”

ICE walked over to stand beside Mikhail, standing on his toes to peer over Marco's shoulder at the list. The newest cabin members were quite interesting, to say the least. A foot clan-themed Donnie? A military-grade Mikey? "you can put me on the list, I suppose. That way we have written proof that I exist."

Marco pulled a knife from his pocket and impaled the attendance sheet on the wall. “There. Write yourself in.”

ICE hesitantly approached the paper, and after glancing at Mikhail, wrote his name down "I want a knife too."

”Hm, fine. Just don’t stab yourself with it. I’m not responsible for any injuries you inflict.” Marco pulled out a small kunai and handed it over. ICE's eyes light up as he holds the knife. He smiled as he walked back and contentedly sat down on his bed, staring at his new weapon.

Spirit pouted and looked away, mumbling, “If I wasn’t dead and a ghost I’d want a knife too” A small bead of sweat rolled down Mika’s temple but he did his best to pay no heed to Spirit’s remark.

The commotion downstairs even drew the attention of the people on the second floor. A few heads peaked down from the railings, watching the proceedings below. 

The Foot Captain noticed the name of his AU mentioned and made his way to the railings. The curtains here provided shadows so he could keep an eye on the ground below while hiding from view. The older turtle talking to Lee before was holding a clipboard. It seemed that the activities were about to begin. He puts a finger to his lips and signals his brothers to quiet down. 

Flicking his screen on, he slowly scans each turtle to gather information. Their appearances, muscle mass, although that one can be deceiving, any weapons, and their gait and posture. Even if they’re in a ‘summer camp’ you can never be safe with so many people around.

He rested his chin on his palm, drawn on brows furrowing as he made note of individuals with threat potential. His lookalike and the child seemed fine but the older turtles seemed dangerous.

Marco squinted at another page, and he sighed "According to the schedule I was handed, we are supposed to have a. .uh. . ‘fireplace bonding’” He didn’t sound too thrilled about the activity.

Spirit bounced on his toes hearing about the campfire activities. His brother Mika was equally excited to hear stories about his cabin mates.

"What are they talking about?" Angelo whispered as he approached his brother. He sits on the chair closest to the railing, looking down at the commotion below. 

"New activity. Fireplace bonding" Foot Captain saved the data and closed his screen. "Is it mandatory?"

Angelo squinted at him, knowing that he would skip if given the chance. "You're joining," he said with a smile.

Donnie clicked his tongue and averted his eyes. "Fine"

Scout looked down at all of the new people excitedly, then back at Hunter. "Can we go with them, please?"

Hunter sighed. "Fine. But we leave when I say so."

"YES!" Scout dragged Hunter behind him down the stairs, grinning like an idiot the whole way. "HI! Sorry I wasn't awake earlier, I'm Scout! Hunter already told me who you guys all are, it's nice to meet you!"

ICE set his knife down and reached out his hand to shake Scout's "So nice to meet you! I and Hunter are already well acquainted..."

"Really? That's perfect! I'm so glad he's making friends! I hope I can too." Scout grinned as he vigorously shook ICE’s hand up and down. 

Mika muffled a snicker by covering his mouth as Spirit floated up to the two to introduce himself. “Nice to meet you, Scout! I’m Spirit.” He pointed behind him. “That’s my brother, Mika. I hope we can get along!”

"Oooh, you're shiny..." Scout raised his hand as if to touch Spirit before stopping himself.

“Come on! They’re gathering downstairs!” Angelo looks back to his two remaining brothers. “They’re gonna leave without us if we don’t hurry!” He vaulted over the railings and slowly floated down to the first floor, his brothers choosing the more sane way of taking the stairs. “Hello everyone!” 

“Take a good look at this adorable face, you’re going to be seeing it more” Spirit teased before seeing Angelo and waving at him eagerly “Hi Angelo!”

“Hi, again Spirit! Sorry for taking off so suddenly before, but we finally got settled in. You should come see it later.”

“All’s good! Oh a tour, sounds fun!” Spirit squealed, floating towards Marco who’s started to open the door, muttering about making s’mores.

Grabbing his phone, ICE follows, slipping in behind Spirit and Mika. “Yay, marshmallow.” 

"I don't know what s’mores are, but sure!" Scout grabs Hunter's arm again, who has been scowling the whole time, and runs to the door.

“Hmm? What’s s’mores” Angelo asked the floating child beside him. 

Spirit dramatically gasped “Only the most, supposedly, delicious camping snack ever!” Mika nodded enthusiastically in agreement. “You guys have no childhood huh?” Spirit remarked, Mika flinched and shot a glare at his disrespectful brother. 

Scout skipped, not exactly knowing where he was going but following the general group. "Well, we've never been to a 'camp' before! And We used to never eat human food, only trash and stuff, and-"

"And that's enough outta you, pipsqueak." Hunter gently held his hand over Scout's mouth. 

“Huh.” Spirit pondered how different each universe turtle’s life was at those responses “Well in that case, you guys are going to enjoy s’mores, they’re basically crackers with a heated-up marshmallow in the middle along with a chocolate bar to make it more sweet, it kinda resembles a hamburger and it’s delicious!” Mika rambled, clearly passionate about food.

"Oooh! Cool!" Scout leaned over to his brother and whispered, "What's a marshmallow?" Hunter shrugged.

“Oh, its a kind of dessert then. I cant wait to try them!” Angelo grinned. “Human foods are really interesting. I don’t have many chances to try them so this will be fun.”

Spirit nodded. “Enjoy them for me! Sadly I lost my taste buds when I became a Divine being-” “Ghost,” Mika interrupted only to be shushed, “so I can’t eat anything.” Spirit said dramatically, wiping a fake tear from his eye.

Meanwhile towards the back of the group, Cerulean walked along the rest of his brothers, still keeping an eye on Angelo as he chatted his way to the center of the group. He scanned the surroundings. The tall walls of the caves stretched up so far that he couldn’t see the cave ceiling. He counted the number of people in the group, they’re missing a few it seems.

The group made their way to their assigned campfire area, Marco frowned as he saw no fire lit in the pit. “...uhm, Angelo? Could ya maybe light the pit?”

“Sure thing” A small flame lit up Angelo’s finger before crawling down his palm and wrist. He touched a wood and watched as it was quickly engulfed by flames. He put the wood down into the fire pit,carefully controlling the fire as it grew bigger.

”Thank you. Alright, so what do we need for this “s’mores”?” Marco tilted his head, what an odd word-

Spirit popped next to Marco holding a bunch of sticks “Sticks!” He chirped, holding them out a bit too excitedly, Mika had a bit of a concerned look on his face. Spirit shot a grin at him.

”...uh, we are eating sticks. .?” Marco took a step back from the pile of sticks shoved in front of his face.

“No! The sticks are for roasting the marshmallows! You stick a marshmallow on the tip of the stick and hold it over the fire so it can be roasted!” Spirit explained, handing the sticks to Marco, getting tired of the hesitation. “After the marshmallow is nice and toasty you grab a cracker and place a piece of chocolate on it, then you put the marshmallow and then place another cracker on top. That’s how you make a s’more!”

ICE snickered at Marco as he placed two marshmallows on a stick and proceeded to set them on fire. "Pro tip, make sure to get them so roasted you get heartburn afterward."

”Hm, I see. Well since most of us are here, how about we get to know each other? So I know what I’m dealing with.”

Having just arrived in time to overhear, Mike bounced over. Baby Dee and Baby Lee rested on each of his shoulders, curled up against the crook of his neck. He had Baby El pressed against his plastron, and Baby Angie resting in his hand. If any of these babies were any bigger, he probably would need to learn to juggle one-handed or something. That was a joke, for legal reasons.

He settled down close to the fire, stretching out his legs, slowly dropping all the children into his lap, where they huddled together and gazed out at the fire with rapt attention. This was probably their first time seeing an open flame. "Getting to know each other! Sounds like fun. Twenty questions? Never have I ever? Or, hey, we're by a campfire - why don't we tell some stories?" He rubbed the top of El's head affectionately. El blinked, leaning into the touch. "Just... if you've got anything real graphic coming up, can you let me know so I can cover this little guy's ears? I don't think anyone here wants to be dealing with a two-year-old with nightmares tonight."

“Oh that sounds like fun!” spirit squealed, doing a little loopy loop in the air.

Scout patted at his knees. "Oh, we have stories! Can I tell a story?"

"Don't think you'd be the best person for that, pipsqueak," Hunter said simply.

Scout pushed his face forward as if he was pouting, but his smile returned quickly enough. "I'm great at stories! Like, that one time you killed that raccoon-" Hunter lightly slapped his shoulder. "Kids. Right there."

"What do you meeean? What's wrong with that?" Hunter smacked his forehead in response.

ICE grinned at Hunter "Well why don't you tell a story then?"

Hunter squinted. "What do you want from me."

Scout flopped over his brother. "Maybe you should tell a story if you hate mine so much even though it totally happened when we were kids so it would be fiiine."

"It wouldn't be fine. You don't talk about death in front of kids. Especially when its about animals. I thought I knew less about society than you did." Hunter shook his head. "Spirit over there was right. We didn't have a 'childhood'. Not too many happy stories and the happy ones ain't interesting."

Scout crossed his arms. "The one about the raccoon was happy."

"It wasn't happy. I was a scared kid, hunting on my own for the first time. You're just glad you got food out of it." Hunter growled.

"You were proud of yourself, though!" Scout justified.

Hunter sighed. "Sure, yeah. But I don't think killing giant raccoons is a good story."

Spirit sweated nervously as Mika glared at him for the previous mention of his old comment, he sighed and twiddled his thumbs, begrudgingly opening his mouth to speak. “Um… when Mikey was little, like, 6 or 7, I would mess with the lights and make them flicker a lot and Mikey would blame me to Dad. He was right but no one believed him so he was sent on time out by Raph.” Mika glared harder at him as the memory resurfaced. “Can’t believe I was sent on time out for telling the truth.” he pouted. Spirit stuck his tongue out in a silly form of apology.

Scout leaned over. "Why wouldn't they blame you? You're bright blue, you're hard to miss!"

“Haha, that’s the thing. I’m not visible to anyone but Mika where I live.” Spirit said.  “I’m… gone,” he coughed nervously, “so anytime Mika blamed or even talked about me it would make everyone… uncomfortable.”

"Gone? But you're right-"

"He's dead, Scout," Hunter said bluntly. "I'm sorta jealous, though. It'd be a lot easier to pull pranks on our big brother like that."

ICE looked up in surprise "You're not the oldest? I could've sworn.."

Hunter settled back, looking much more relaxed now. "Nah, that honor goes to Protector. Or, whatever he wants to be called."

“Yeah not gonna lie I also thought you were the oldest,” Spirit nods in agreement. “Not gonna lie, spirit pulled plenty of pranks back in our world,” Mika said, nodding at all the resurfacing memories of his brother’s total confusion over his pranks. Spirit grinned at that. “Oh yeah! Like that one time, I kept moving that Miss’s cuddles plushy from its original spot so now Raph is absolutely terrified of that rabbit! He thought it was haunted and possessed to the point where he threw it away,” Spirit said, grinning ear to ear at the recollection of his brother’s terrified face.

Hunter rolled his eyes. "Ugh, hate rabbits."

"Oh, you guys will LOVE Protector! He's HUGE, and he gives such good hugs, and he always listens when you want to talk and-"

"Uh huh, they get it." Hunter softly pushed Scout's head down into his shell as he continued to ramble.

ICE smiled "He sounds like my Raph. Say, who wants to hear about how I lost my arm?"

"Sure, why not." Hunter smiled.

Spirit sat in his seat giddily, patting his thighs in anticipation.

ICE sat forward eagerly, his grin nearing a crazed gleam "WELL. It happened two years ago. It was a cold morning when we headed out. One of the villains, I forget which, possibly the wrestler tho.. well, he was committing crimes. So, we arrived just in time, and boy did we show him... But then, my oldest brother got the bright idea to throw him into a building, one of which I was in direct line with. To cut a long story short, it crashed down on me, and I was trapped for at least 30 minutes or so before they could safely dig me out. by then, I was pretty frozen stiff, not to mention my arm was still trapped beneath frozen rubble. They were on a time crunch, and cutting my arm off was the safest choice available. ICE chuckles sadistically "should probably mention they also tried to ‘bring me back to life’ with CPR. None of them were trained by the way, and so I also ended up with this sick scar on my neck. Pretty cool, right?”

"Woah! That's so cool!" Scout leaned forward and grinned. "I've got scars too! Check it!" He showed the marks on his wrists and ankles where the skin looked nearly rubbed raw, and a hunk of scar tissue on his leg. "Hunter's got tons of sick scars too!"

"That I will not be sharing." Hunter huffed.

“Oh we sharing scars?! I have one too!” Spirit said, pulling up his shirt to show a large thin darker blue scar that ran straight down his plastron and reflected itself on his shell.

ICE chuckled nervously "Wow, spirit, that’s a really cool scar..." So that was the scar that showed how Spirit died…

“I know right!” Spirit said cheerfully, not paying any mind to their reaction.

Hunter hissed through his teeth at Spirit's scar. "I would ask for the story, but I don't think I want to know."

Spirit pulled his shirt down. “There’s no story, even I don’t know how I got it.” He grinned, but it turned sour before he brightened up. “Not that it matters anyways, what’s happened has happened, there’s no need to worry about it now.” He shrugged.

Marco didn’t pay much attention, he sometimes caught himself staring off into space. He didn’t want to talk about his scars, he had too many scars with too many stories.

Angelo smiled, remembering the many scars littering his body, each bullet wound and scrapes marking his effort in completing his missions. 

"That's a... nice thought." Hunter couldn't help but cringe as he glanced over everyone's scars, especially lingering on the ones on his brother's wrists.

Scout, completely oblivious to his brother's inner conflict, stayed cheery. "Well, I think all your scars are cool. It means you lived through something, right? Even if you don't know what that something is."

“Yeah! Exactly!” Spirit agreed, even though his situation can’t exactly comply with it.

"You know, you're real happy despite your... situation." Hunter said to Spirit awkwardly. "It's cool."

“Ah thanks!” Spirit said, though his demeanor fell for a split second. “Stay this way for 11 years you learn a few things.” He said, he straightened himself up though and whipped out a smile, “but it’s ok! At least I still get to be with my family!”

Raphael winced as he saw spirit, looking like he couldn't be more than 3, showing a gnarly scar running through his plastron. He can't help imagining that happening to his brother. What if Lee actually died before they met each other again? What if he lost his brother and he doesn't even know? He shook his head, getting rid of the thought. It's ok. It's fine. They're all here now, and he'll make sure they stay that way.

He can't help but glance at ICE, particularly his severed arm, imagining how painful it was to have it gone. He rubs his own arms in a self soothing gesture

Cerulean noticed how Raph had started to shrink back, rubbing his arm and staring at ICE in particular. He moved closer and leaned into Raphs arm, offering comfort without a word.

Mika noticed the growing discomfort within the group and decided there was a need to quickly change the subject “Ummmm who wants to play 20 questions? I’ll go first! What is everyone’s favorite show? Personally, Jupiter Jim is an all-time classic, don’t tell dad that though.” Mika said, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Ain't never watched shows," Hunter said bluntly. 

"Scav's still trying to get us proper TV!" Scout added.

Angelo shrugged, “I don't really watch shows. Not sure if we even have TVs in the labs honestly. I like to hang out at the Nexus though! Its good entertainment.”

Spirit let out a boo but Mika quickly shushed him with another question. “ favorite food? It’s definitely pizza for me.”

Scout's eyes brightened. "Bugs! Any bugs! Worms, shrimp are good, CJ brings me crickets all the time..."

“Oh! I love roast simurghs! Especially if you char it right, you get that salty-sweet flavor” Angelo added.

“What an interesting pallet everyone has,” Mika noted, making a mental note to remember that. “Anyone else got any questions?”

”. . Hm, how about what’s your universe like?” Marco shrugged, yes so far he himself had skipped questions. 

Scout turned over to Hunter for approval, who nodded reluctantly. "Well, we live in New York, which is like this BIG city with a lot if cool stuff. And we live in the sewers with our dad, who's a rat, not a turtle, and we've got tons of human friends! Like April, and CJ, and I've heard Cassie's voice before even though I've never seen her, but April likes her a lot so she must be nice! And Miss Irma, who fixed my leg, and Protector's shell when it got all ripped open and stuff- and Mister Murakami! He doesn't know we're turtles, but he gives us food! And, uh, Dad's teaching us how to do ninja stuff like his old owner did, because he says we need to defend ourselves from mean people. Like this REALLY mean guy, Dr. Ax-"

"Aaand shuttin' it down." Hunter put a hand over Scout's beak. "We live in the sewers, always have, and we have human friends."

” Hm, interesting…Haven’t seen my April for a while…” Marco mumbled. 

A figure excitedly skipped up to the fire pit “ HELLLLLOoooo! Wowie! Hello new friends! What an interesting bunch!” he had a wide manic smile spread across his face, his red and blue eyes flicking to each turtle at the pit. Marco jumped slightly at his brother’s sudden appearance “Jesus-“

Raph could feel Lee tense up against his arm, he glanced at his brother, face still serene as usual. He kept his eye on the newcomer.

Hunter squinted at the figure’s lab coat, wrapping a possessive arm around his brother.

ICE looked up from his burning marshmallow "AHA! A like-minded fellow! Here, there is a free seat beside me!!" 

“ICE, ICE, I think your marshmallow is burnt enough” He winces as another part of the marshmallow melted off. “Is that how you’re supposed to eat it?” He looked at his own speared marshmallow, shrugging before he held it towards the fire.

ICE looked down at his marshmallow, before shaking his head "Alas, it has not reached its full potential yet. But soon..."

The newcomer zips around to Foot Captain “Whoaaaaaa! Nice battleshell! Did you build it yourself?! Wait, you’re a Donnie of course you did! Marco! You got yourself awesome friends!!” He twirled around Captain. 

Foot Captain glanced the new turtle up and down. Is this…. His counterpart? He seems a bit… eccentric, to say the least. He nodded. “Of course, I built it myself. Top-of-the-line Genius Built brand. Patent pending” he muttered the last part to himself. “So… you’re future me?” His eyes move from the lab coat to the mismatched goggles, trying to catalog as much as possible.

” Mmmhm! And you’re younger me!! Wow! You’re in Foot clan gear!! My Draxum told me alllllllll about it!”He couldn’t stay still.

Hunter's arm wrapped tighter at Draxum's name, causing Scout to squeak.

“How does Baron Draxum factor into this?” He resisted the urge to look towards Angelo.

”Well my good ol pops, told me all about how foot clan is run! I had a brother who used to be in the Foot Clan! Pretty sure he was sold to him-“ He giggled, deciding to keep Marco’s name out of it. 

“Well, someone has to make ends meet i guess.” He busies himself by stabbing a new marshmallow on his stick, not quite sure how to continue the conversation and frankly getting more and more uncomfortable the longer FE!Donnie stares at him. “Do you need anything else, or….”

Scout leaned to Hunter and whispered, not very quietly, "Why does that name sorta sound like-"

"I dunno," Hunter replied, not whispering at all. "I still don't understand any of this universe bull, and egghead didn't explain it well enough when we got here. But if I see him here, somebody's getting their head bashed in."

Marco quickly walked over and proceeded to drag Donnie over to a seat next to him, ignoring his brother’s whines of protest about him ruining his fun. “Apologies.”

Hunter stuck his neck out at Donnie. "Yeah, real fun." He huffed, baring his teeth.

"Hey, be nice!" Scout whined. "I'm Scout, this is Hunter, it's nice to meet you!" With a bit of a struggle due to his entanglement with his brother, Scout got an arm out to wave.

Mika stared at this alternate older version of his brother, it slightly unnerved him how unhinged he was compared to his Donnie, although it was still Donnie. Spirit quickly hid behind Mika, the sudden appearance of another person spooked him.

” PSYSTT- Marco, Marco Marco-“ Donnie poked Marco’s cheek repeatedly as he loudly whispered. 

“What”

”You should totallyyy become friends with other me! He’s from the Foot too!!” He still whispered loudly, which was not hard to listen in.

Marco’s eyebrow twitched. “Donnie-“

”Oop- Sorrryyy- couldn’t help myself!!” Donnie giggled as he looked around the campfire. All of a sudden he stopped. A mystic gun materialized in his hand.

Marco shot an alarmed look at the gun. “Uh, Donnie? Hey buddy?”

He peers over to what Donnie is looking at, trying to figure out what got him spooked. 

Spirit peered over Mika’s shoulder and spotted the gun, his eyes widened and he quickly moved in front of Mika in a sad attempt to protect him.

Hunter hunched over Scout and full-on growled. "What is your deal, man?"

ICE finished eating his s'more, before complaining "I want a gun too."

FE!Donnie’s breathing was quick he stood up and lifted the gun right in Angelo’s direction. He kept a wide smile, his red and blue pupils shrank slightly with insanity.

Angelo's instinct flared as he felt a murderous intent directed at him. Years of being attacked randomly caused him to snap his head from his conversation with ICE, immediately seeing the barrel of a gun pointing at him. His eyes and hands glowed, ready to summon his chains the second the gun fired. He didn’t want to be the first to spill blood here without reason. His dad may call that a weakness, but he's here to make friends, not enemies.

However, before anyone could do anything, a figure emerges behind the gun-wielding turtle. Tall, hooded, *silent*. He quickly brought a gloved hand over the gunner's beak, muttering something too low for him to hear. A purple mist began to spread from his hand, and after a quick struggle, the gun dissolved into purple pixels and the gunner slumped to the ground unconscious.

A flurry of movements around the campfire. Marco, It's Marco, right? summoned a large mystic bow, an arrow pointed at the figure. "... What the hell did you do to my brother" he growled, the string of his bow tensing as it was pulled back. 

A snicker sounded from beside him as ICE called out, "NGL, your brother was about to shoot someone". 

Hunter, who's sitting on the other side of him holding his brother Scout like a plushie, glared over at ICE. " You're way too chill about this." 

ICE leans over and whispers, a slightly crazed grin on his face, "Coffee in the morning, coffee at lunch, and coffee for dinner makes the brain cells go away." 

Hunter's snout scrunched. He looked down at his brother. "Scout, I don't like it here, they're usin' too many human words."

"Oh come on, you remember what coffee is!"

"Not really."

The figure tilted his head agreeing with ICE's comment. He flexes his fingers, displaying purple reflexive nodes on the tips of his digits, trailing to the core at the center of his wrist. The purple mist from before retreated down the tubings as soon as he curled his fingers. 

"A sedative appropriate for this situation. He will remain stable and will awaken in approximately 12 hours after the relaxant works through his system". He eyed the weapon aimed at him, raising a brow. "I do hope for your sake that's not for me"

A quiet spread for a bit. Foot Captain gripped his currently collapsed tech scythe, ready to bring it out when a fight broke. He couldn’t believe someone pulled a gun on his brother again. He glared at the unconscious figure on the ground. He knew there was something weird about him. He would have to do some research before he can plan out a revenge. 

The silence broke as Marco releases the tension in his bow. "Hm, apologies. I was taught to always be vigilant and besides, unless you don't want to be on the ground having a nightmare I wouldn't threaten me." He shrugs, nonchalant. He gestured with his bow, "Interesting technology. I do favor combining technology with medical science." He opened his hands as the bow disappeared into pink mystic strings, he sighed as he rubbed his forehead, his goggles reflected the light of the campfire, hiding his eyes from view.

The silent newcomer, he really should find out his name, clicked his tongue and shrugged, taking a seat closer to the campfire, but still a ways away from everyone else. Foot Captain sees how the figure moving caused Angelo to clench his fist, eyes and hands glowing and expression closed off. No smile in sight for the first time since they arrived at camp. It appears that he's in mission mode now. Great. Now none of his family will sleep tonight. Well, perhaps Raph, but the rest of his brothers will keep watch so Raph can sleep if he'd like. 

The figure continued when he sat down. "It's not so much a threat as it is an invitation. Besides..." *The canisters of his respirator clocked inwards, a muffled inhale audible amongst the sidebar conversations and crackles from the fire. He rolled his shoulders before settling back into his former position, exhaling slowly as the next words rumbled from his mask.

“Nightmares aren’t such a dreadful thing...”

A rustling sounded as Hunter sniffed sharply and started to stand. 'Yeah, no, we ain't stickin' around for this." He grips his brother tighter.

"What? Why?" Scout, still smiling, asked, "He didn't even say his name yet!"

"Uh, excuse me? 'Nightmares aren't such a...' whatever he said?!"

Spirit slowly dropped his floating position and decided just to sit next to Mika, a nervous look on both of them but Spirit seemed more worried about the unconscious turtle on the ground.

Scout noticed Spirit's worried expression. "Don't worry, Spirit! If he's just like me, he should feel fine when he wakes up! All my brothers were alright when we got... uh... sedated?"

Hunter sighed. "Y'know, at this point, I just can't stop you."

The comment about all of Scout’s brothers being sedated probably made Spirit more concerned, but he didn’t let that show as he smiled, “Thanks, Scout.”

”You are bold to be quick to say that. Everyone is afraid of something, it can be themselves if I want to.“ Marco muttered that last part to himself as he rubbed the scars on the back of his neck, covering the weird Kraang symbols marking it.

Campfire. Dark. Avoidance. Hesitation. Fear. Based on his prior research, everything seemed in order. He watched as FE! Marco touches a place on the back of his neck. A remnant or ‘call’, sourced by this individual’s fears, perhaps. Nevertheless, he wasn’t here to prey on these individuals, despite his contradictory appearance. His canisters clocked inward once again and he took another breath.

“I can’t say that I have a habit of absconding from suffering, whether it manifests by the hand of fear or otherwise. No… I’m rather curious to see…” He paused to breathe again, only for his vocals to return with a rasp.

“…If you can show me something that hasn't already been revealed to me....But I digress for now. Everything has its place and order in due season.” He tips his head to the other campers. “...You may refer to me as ‘Donovan’.”

Marco raised his eyebrow, ”I would prefer to not use my power, but nice to meet you, Donovan. Unique name.”

Hunter cringed. "If there's this many Donnie's, I think I'm gonna hate it here." His answer was a loud snore from the Donnie currently face down on the ground

ICE walked over from his spot and held out his hand to shake Donovan's "All this excitement aside, I don't think we were properly introduced. My name is ICE." 

”Marco. your camp counselor. aka babysitter.” He rubbed his head and his mask, his goggles had been irritating to wear for a while. He knew it wouldn’t be wise to take them off.

Scout leaned forward cheerily again, only to be pulled back by Hunter. "I'm Scout, this is Hunter! He's being weird right now."

Maintaining 'goggle-to-goggle contact' with Marco, Donovan didn’t budge. Instead, another gloved hand claimed his place, gripping ICE firmly. Blue fabric dangled in front of their face, trailing up to the owner of the smug, close-lipped smile hovering above them. Crimson crescents illuminated slightly, complimenting his blood-red pupils. He held the hand at bay for a little longer than comfort would dictate before claiming his hand to his side, making his way over to his brother. Both of them simultaneously nodded at Scout and Hunter’s introduction thereafter.

Marco growled slightly underneath his breath, he had the stinging feeling that Donovan was onto him or knew about his eyes. He didn’t pay any attention to the new “Leo”.

He decided to look down at his holographic computer that appeared from his watch, swiping through it.

ICE chuckled nervously, before quietly retiring to his seat and eating a marshmallow like a normal person. He now understood Hunter's wish to leave and head back to the cabin, and would probably join him if he actually ended up doing so.

Hunter couldn't help but grin and stretch his neck in ICE's direction. "Not so chill now, huh, shrimp?"

ICE glared in his direction as he took another bite of his normal s'more. "Shut it" he muttered irritably

"You first." Hunter's grin widened. To his surprise, ICE did indeed 'shut it'

Foot Captain bristled as more and more people started to appear, he felt Raph put a hand on his shoulder, giving him a concerned look. he shook his head, telling his brother "I'm fine".

"Maybe we should go. I don't like how that guy pointed a gun at Angelo before." Raph frowned, preparing to stand up. 

Spirit wasn’t sure whether he should be terrified or amazed and these new turtles so he just sat still in his seat and fiddled with the end of one of his mask tails while shooting glances at them

The blue-clad newcomer maneuvered his mask tails between his fingers, shooting a glance at Spirit, the smile never leaving his face. He hadn’t blinked since he’d arrived. Not once.

Spirit shivered in his spot and quickly hid behind Mika who smiled warily at the scarier version of his blue brother

”Well tea time is over for me. I'll see you all later.” He got up, he seemed a bit panicked. He didn’t even really say anything about himself.

Hunter looked to be visibly worried at the departing Marco. Meanwhile, Scout kept smiling. "Aw, see you later Marco!"

The blue-clothed figure ticked his head up, his eyes briefly giving off an orange glint, a smile dissipating in tandem. Donovan didn’t have to look to get the hint. Getting up from his seat, he followed his brother into the dark. They wouldn’t be seen again for the rest of the night.

Angelo felt a tap on his shoulder. He tore his eye from FE!Donnie and the disappearing Donovan. He looked back to see his brothers standing behind him. Raph smiled and mouthed 'wanna go?' He nodded, adrenaline still high even if there was no fight occurring. he summoned his cloak and kusarigama as a precaution as they left. He doesn't feel safe anymore. He saw that Donnie already held his bo, knuckles white where it gripped the metal. 

Silence settles down on the campfire again. Distant sounds of the other campfire's conversation and laughter sounded. However, over here, it was tense, the crackling sounds of the fire the only thing filling the silence. 

ICE silently got up, and got himself some more marshmallows, before sitting back down to roast them.

Hunter watches the spot where Marco left. "Huh. So, uh, who's bringin' weirdo's brother's body back to the cabin? Or are we leavin it here?"

Said brother rises as if he was in a coffin. “Nah! I’m good!”, making a few people jump in surprise. 

Hunter grabs Scout defensively. "Shell, man. You don't just do that."

ICE stood up and looked at everyone else "Well! I think it would be a great idea for all of us to head back to the cabin, like right now!"

"Sounds great to me." Hunter swung his neck around to pop it as he stood up, grabbing Scout's arm to head back toward the cabin.

FE!Donnie kicks his feet around. “You guys go ahead!! I’m not even from this cabin!!” he giggled.

Masterpost

True Colors by me

Fear’s Embrace by @karonkar

Covert AU by@chessman-protocol

Hold Every Memory by @languajix

Ghost of the Past by @wandering-ghost

Starry Tmnt by @just-another-tired-gay-artist

It’s a Complicated Equation by @leilanising-vault-of-knowledge

Tmnt: Second Shot Crew by @twignotstick

[sobblesources]

FROM NOW ON , I DON'T NEED YA .

a collection of sentence starters from linkin park's newest album , ' from zero ' . edited to fit rp needs , adjust pronouns as necessary .

❛ i let you cut me open just to watch me bleed . ❜

❛ i gave up who i am for who you wanted me to be , ❜

❛ i don't know why i'm hoping for what i won't receive . ❜

❛ it's been decided how we lose . ❜

❛ i only wanted to be part of something . ❜

❛ i can't look you in the eye . ❜

❛ i can't even tell if you've been telling me a lie . ❜

❛ i grew up thinking trying meant you never really lose . ❜

❛ you're acting like the truth & your opinion are identical . ❜

❛ something in my head feels broken . ❜

❛ you will always choose just to watch it burn . ❜

❛ we both know how the story ends . ❜

❛ you can't win if your white flag is out when the war begins . ❜

❛ today's gonna be the day you notice . ❜

❛ this is what you asked for . ❜

❛ you should've bit your tongue . ❜

❛ i try to hold it in , but it keeps bleeding out . ❜

❛ i'm looking for color in the black & white . ❜

❛ all we are is talking over each other . ❜

❛ are we over each other ? ❜

❛ i can't go to sleep . ❜

❛ say what's underneath , i want to see your side . ❜

❛ set me free , ❜

❛ i know all the secrets you keep , ❜

❛ i won't be your casualty , ❜

❛ you drew the first blood . ❜

❛ you closed the doors while i'm fed to the dogs , ❜

❛ stop telling me you're something that you're not . ❜

❛ i can see the greed right in your eyes . ❜

❛ it's all the same to me , ❜

❛ we're all dressed up for a riot , ❜

❛ i know i can't make it stop , ❜

❛ last time i was hanging by a thread , ❜

❛ you put me over the edge , ❜

❛ you should have recognized it's too late for choosing sides . ❜

❛ stop yelling at me ! ❜

❛ i'm trying so hard to be sympathetic , ❜

❛ you have a closed - lipped smile cause there's blood on your teeth . ❜

❛ you lied like i was nothing , ❜

❛ your alibi started slipping . ❜

❛ we both know forgotten doesn't mean forgiven , ❜

❛ you don't get to make amends like your hands are clean , ❜

❛ i gave you everything i have ! ❜

❛ all you give me is your ugliness, ❜

❛ ( i'm / you're ) just a devil with a god complex . ❜

❛ i say i hate you when i don't . ❜

❛ it's hard to laugh when i'm the joke . ❜

❛ i've asked for forgiveness a hundred times . ❜

❛ maybe the problem is mine . ❜

❛ fuck all your empathy . ❜

❛ don't get too intimate . ❜

[canineriot-fenrir]

HELLO PARADISE!

Hello to whoever has found my little corner of the internet here, my name is fenrir, i’m the frontman and guitarist of the band Canine Riot, we’re a small punk group from Paradise, AZ. Nice being able to promote my music here!

Don’t be scared to come say hi! I don’t bite, Usually :)

!!Canine riot post!!

Basic Oc info:

Name: Fenrir Knox

Nicknames: Fen, Pup, Puppy

Age: 29

Height: 5’11

Gender/pronouns: Trans male, He/Him

Personality: Unpredictable, Spunky, Bold, Charismatic, egotistical, adventurous, hyperactive, bouncy, energetic

Hobbies: Sewing, Diy, Urbexing, Playing guitar, Exploring abandoned places, Graffiti, playing retro games, Collecting CDs, skateboarding(on occasion)

Blog info:

I would like to keep this blog to be strictly 16+ with not a lot of NSFW. I have pretty bad anxiety, and receiving incredibly suggestive asks will most likely make that spike and I don’t want to stress over my blog, this is for fun! Feel free to do silly flirting with Fenrir, but anything i deem too far will get deleted or blocked based on severity.

Fenrir is an adult, So mature themes will be present(alcohol use, drug use, mental health etc..)

Mod is a self shipper and ships fenrir with dude, if any blog i interact with is uncomfortable with that please let me know, or block me, I don’t mind!

Mod uses he/him pronouns!!

Mod follows from @transfrogwithcoolsocks

Any photos i use in posts will be found on Pinterest.

Go follow my other rp blogs!: @meet-the-trapper-tf2 @redhead-string-shredder @crutches-n-stitches @ultimate-exorcist-chyrche @Darling-idol-hoshiko @aussie-menace-dingo @dutch-bunny-rabbit @Stupid-Fishbait-Moray @kerosene-n-gasoline @colonel-v-palmer @lt-morse @hurricane-tsunemasu @psychic-rosewood

Tags:

#Fen post: Fenrir post

#Awoo: Fenrir reblogs

#Whats up puppy?: Answering asks

#Dirty Dog needs to socialise: Rp starters

#Canine Riot: Tag for band

#Dirty Mutt needs friends: Rp tag

#Song recommendation: Songs fenrir likes

#Fanfic Tag: Any posts set in the fanfic the mod is writing

#Stag posting: mod posts

#Stag found this: mod reblogs

#Stag answers: mod asks

#Ship posting: ship tag

Any sensitive topics will be tagged accordingly

This is an oc, this is a made up character for the game Postal(specifically the second game), which covers some sensitive topics too.

Fenrir is apart of a Fanfic the mod is writing, so go and read it when you are able to!

Said fanfic is meant to be separate from canon postal. But you are free to interact in the fanfic settings(just put it in brackets or something!)

Rp info:

Rp will look like this:

Fenrir gives [name] a wide grin, and a thumbs up. “Sounds good man! I’ll see you later on today then.” He then begins to walk off, excited for the rest of the day.

Mod is not the best with remembering to respond so I apologise if I forget about a thread or do not respond to an ask very quickly.

Interact list:

Please do interact:

Postal Rp blogs

Rp blogs in general

Anons

postal dudes/fandudes

Other ocs(from any fandom!)

Nice people

Do not interact:

Basic DNI

Pedophiles

Transphobes/homophobes

Racists

Shooting apologists/ the people who simp for shooters

Creeps

This is all the art of fenrir i have so far!

[nightmxre-univxrse]

Exetior was indeed staying at his own world, currently in Red Hills, to be exact. He had a feeling that something unpleasant might happen, so he wanted to take a moment there to walk around even though there is nothing for him to do there. His walking slowly came to a halt as soon as he spotted said blur, not bothering on trying to follow Fleetway’s movements. Exetior crossed his arms, now staring straight at the golden hedgehog and allowing such action to happen with no consequences..yet.

“You aren’t welcome to be here, Fleetway.” He stated first, his tone being a serious one. Honestly? He didn’t want him anywhere in his world, but at least the only good thing is that harming him probably won’t do the same thing like before to Sonic, asides of that being the answer of him remembering Fleetway well ofc. Exetior didn’t seem to be phased by his actions nor behavior, but maybe a bit wary of what he might do next. “You may have your own body now, but that won’t save you from your downfall. Besides, you wouldn’t have a chance against me either it being a game or not.” He added, seeming to be so sure about that yet, threatening him in a way.

RP STARTER FOR @nightmxre-univxrse(Exetior :P)!!!

If a demon met with someone who only seeked chaos, what do you think would happen? Certainly nothing good, obviously. Especially if the two didn't exactly end on good terms last time. And, that was..the exact thing that was happening this second.

Somewhere where Exetior was staying at- Probably his own world. A very quick blur of gold sped in circles around the demon, along with maniacal laughter circling around. Just then, a golden hedgehog floated upside, facing at Exetior with swirling eyes, smiling wide.

" Hey again. Hope you didn't forget me! "

He flicked at Exetior's nose in a playful way, as he chuckled in a menacing type of way. Well, he was obviously looking to annoy him.

[confessionsofa-roleplayer]

I have been in rp groups and had various single muse blogs there. Then I tried going independent with single muse blogs. Then I had multimuse blogs. After a while, I returned to rp groups with single muse blogs again. And then, ultimately, I settled with a independent multimuse. I don't know what else to tell you here, but it took me a while to figure out what kind of blog and which muses I vibe the most with. Before that, I did a huge amount of muse & blog hopping. That is why I am very patient with blog hoppers. I know that it can take a while to figure things out until it clicks. Also to actually realize WHY blog hopping is so bothersome for your partners. HOWEVER, my patience also has limits, and I can feel it wear thinner lately. Especially if someone changes to a new blog with a new url and then also drop all their active threads every few months. That's when I see myself out. I don't want to start new threads with someone over and over again while also constantly updating their new url in my tags and stuff. It's just annoying at some point. One of my partners was notorious for that. They quit rp, deleted their blogs, and then came back a few weeks later. Rinse and repeat. At some point I just don't care anymore when they tell me that they 'once again' intend to return. All I can think is 'good for you, but I won't follow you again until you can prove to me that you really mean it this time'. I also let go of another mutual of mine recently for the same reason. I liked them and their muse, but they have moved on to new blogs, dropped threads and never really replied to anything to begin with while posting a lot of the same rants and musings over and over. I am done waiting for them to just stick around and continue any of our threads. They never will. Only few people realize that being flakey and indecisive won't get them anywhere, but most of them never make that cut.

[nightmxre-univxrse]

Casually rests an arm onto Sark's head, floating with a very wide grin.

" Hope you didn't FORGET about me! Don't believe we had a proper introduction last time we met! "

He let out a laughter, a bit like a hyena. Oh yeah, he was also dripping with blood around his hands. How could I forget to mention that.

@cha0senergized (ABJSJBS HIII)

(Djfjfb HII-)

One of his ears did a few small flicks in response to the action, ‘gently’ pushing the arm away from his head. Not too harsh, but also not being too careful with how he did this. Sark also seemed to glare at Fleetway for a moment, only for that to change into a grin, showing his sharp teeth.

“Proper introduction or not, it shouldn’t matter that much.” He managed to say, not minding the laugh, at all. Though, he did notice the blood, which that made him raise a brow. That was certainly..something to see, out from all the mortals. It took him a bit to decide, grumbling under his breath for a bit. Maybe, it isn’t that bad to be neutral around him for now. Besides, he can now answer what he couldn’t before for reasons. “You are that same hedgehog of before, Fleetway, I believe. I will be ‘kind’ and let you know something of before. I’m Sark, and I’m not a fan of that blue hedgehog, unlike those mortals. Now that we can leave that aside..” He took a bit, now staring at the blood. “I see you already killed someone. You wouldn’t mind doing that again, Right?” He added, asking just out of possible curiosity. Of course, he had to keep up with at least some information about Fleetway with the help of his pawns, perhaps some watching of worlds too. Other than that, he definitely didn’t forget about him.

[nightmxre-univxrse]

Sark was laying down on what seemed to be some kind of throne, being by the side and having a hand rest against his head as if providing some support while his free hand tapped against one of his foot softly. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be waiting for his servants to return soon from presumably a mission. He didn’t seem to be aware of Death’s presence yet- or well, seemed. He may be, mainly because of the presence.

One of his ears did a small flick at the sound, soon opening his eyes only to gaze down at Death, having a grin on his face. “Ah Death, what a lovely surprise to see you. What do you need?” He was, maybe a bit sarcastic at first. Sark was never expecting this visit, nor for any ‘mortal’ to randomly appear and talk with a god. Either way, he seems to be up for a ‘chat’ and chill enough for now for that.

ROLEPLAY STARTER FOR @nightmxre-univxrse (SARK :3)

Death rarely appeared somewhere out of the ordinary. Maybe for a check up, or to keep someone in place. But, still. Very rare. This..interaction was the only time he had done it.

The shadows made a disguise for him perfectly, only his presence being felt. The wolf stared at the hedgehog with red eyes, glaring through the inky darkness of the shadows. He quietly crossed his arms, an ear twitching as he stared.

After a few minutes of silence, he slowly took a few steps out of the shadows, before clearing his throat, as to signal as he were there.

" Sorry for the intrusion. But, I believe we should have a small chat, you and I. "

[elerrah]

Among the details I really enjoy writing, when it comes to a character, is their spellcasting style. Ingame, out of character, the spells are relatively flashy, yes, make no mistake, but there's a certain level of capitulation to the limitations of how a game works, vs how RP works. Ingame in skyrim, for example, you might see your character holding a mote of flame, and when you hit the button, you just... fling a firebolt.

From a writing perspective, let's be honest, that can be... kinda boring! I love writing drama, and stuff like this can really build out a character, especially considering there's discussions in-character about spellcasting styles. To wit:

Are you absolutely certain Josajeh interfered with your research? "I am. Magic is an intensely personal exercise, initiate. No two mages weave their spells in exactly the same way. Like painting or sculpting, each artist has their own distinctive style. Josajeh's style is difficult to miss." - Loremaster Celarus, A Breach Beyond the Crags (taken from https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Online:Loremaster_Celarus )

I view a spellcasting style like a classic Mage: The Ascension take on a paradigm - it's an expression of how your character understands the world. A more learned spellcaster will probably use formulae and theorems to create a spell, whilst a reach witch will likely invoke spirits or similar.

When El was being taught spellwork, it started from a beginning perspective of the world as a weave of cloth - both made *of* magicka, and containing magicka. Everything is just a different sort of thread.

So, when she begins to cast, her spellwork manifests as literal threads of magicka she draws between her fingers, and she weaves them almost like a cat's cradle or similar. Complex, more difficult spellwork manifests as increasingly complex weaveworks, until she's ultimately built the spell she's working on. It's extremely heavy, in D&D terms, on somatic components, but very light on verbal cues.

When she's healing, for example, this manifests as golden threads woven between her fingers before being laid across the wounds of whoever she's working on. In effect, she's patching over the weavework of the magicka of someone's body, putting them back together like some sort of a ragdoll.

(That this lets me get away with RP dialogue whilst she's casting, which is useful for healing scenes and the like, certainly doesn't hurt.)

A fireball, though, manifests very differently - threads are woven loosely, ends frayed, as if she's just lashing magicka together in a hurry before flinging it out at someone. The flames are a manifestation of the structure's breakdown on its way to the target.

ICly, someone would be able to tell that this magicka work was hers - it's shockingly structured and orderly like a well-woven piece of cloth would be. It's relatively conservative, too, in terms of magicka usage, not being so much about brute force as a tailored (hah!) solution woven against whatever she's up against. It's a straight-up manifestation of her understanding of the world, put into glowing fingers and descriptive RP posts.

...I may also just enjoy writing details like this.

(Bonus: This is also why her practice is called The Healer's Weave. :D)

[dvilsdesire-a]

// Hey, casual reminder on a couple of things:

I will never be upset if you reblog memes, pics, headcanons, whatever from me. Tumblr is a blogging site and a reblogging site, and I encourage sharing what you enjoy. So please don't think I'll ever be upset if you reblog memes or whatever from me. As most RP blogs, my only rule when it comes to this is be kind and don't reblog a thread with another RP partner if it doesn't involve you. Everything else? Reblog for your life!

I really don't mind personal blogs following me. Seriously, if you're here to enjoy my silly shenanigans on your person blog, I think that's adorable! More so, I'm honoured and happy to know you enjoy my content enough to follow my blog on your personal one <3

Secondly, I am not mutually exclusive. I am VERY picky when it comes to my dash, and the moment I become overwhelmed, I begin to have less and less fun here. Please don't think we have to be mutuals for you to toss your muses at mine. And please don't feel offended if I can't follow (I want to interact with ALL of you! But I simply can't follow everyone, otherwise I'd never look at my dash, and I LIKE looking at my dash).

I also don't have ship exclusivity. There is plenty of Haarlep (and a little of Raph) to go around <3 Let him be the little ho that he is and flourish! It's what Haarlep does best, after all.

This blog is primarily focused on Haarlep, however, did you know that I was initially going to write Raphael BEFORE I thought of making a LepLep blog? I was just too insecure to write Raphael because I'm not poetic enough (I'm very logical brained and right to the point, you see...). So, while I do write Raphael and have gained a little more confidence over time, I do find I need to be in the right head space for my Raphael, and thus Haarlep will likely always be the face and forefront of this blog (Haarlep deserves love, too!). I do go through little spurs of really wanting to write Raphael, though, so please, by all means, feel free to send him memes and such as well, just specify so I don't automatically respond with Haarlep.

Anyway, just some little reminders! <3

[the-eclipsed-sun]

Where's my happy ending?

What if Apollo just… snapped? What if he got fed up with his true relationships failing, his father's abuse, or having to oversee so many different things? What if he got tired of being a god, and.. what if he quit? He gave the sun chariot to Hestia, since she was the only one he could trust with such a duty. After telling only his sister, Artemis, of his plans, he vanished. He set off to get revenge against those who wronged him, and to find his happy ending.

TW: profanity, heavy angst probably.

Name: Apollo, I guess. Age: fuck if I know.. Gender: Male, usually. Sexuality: Anyone who's not gonna get killed within a month. Status: Taken by my lovely Hyacinthus! Occupation: Olympian God I don't even know anymore, I'm just vibing. Pastimes: Trying to kill that other bitch Eros, trying to be a better dad. Likes: singing, playing instruments, archery, flaying the skin of people who ruined my life, shooting people in the head with arrows, gambling, kissing men, my boyfriend. Dislikes: Zeus, Zephyrus, Eros, uh who else.. Kill Count: 1 Death Count: 2 Useless "I swear on the Styx" count: 1

Other: He's still a god, despite giving up his throne on Mount Olympus. He considered asking Zeus to make him mortal again, but he decided against it. Only his sister and Hestia know what happened to him, and he'd like to keep it that way. In this AU, a few years after ToA, the McCaffrey mansion got struck by lightning and burned down, killing Meg who was asleep inside. This broke Apollo for a few weeks, and he believes it was Zeus' doing, because how else could it have happened. He carries her rings with him, since they were the only things left of her after the incident. He's a bit rude and cranky, though prone to crying at random times. He'd rather not be known as Apollo, going out in disguise, however it's not hard to figure out it's him. He's quite good at getting beat up, usually being seen with cuts, bruises, and other injuries (despite being the god of healing.) He likes to visit camp every once and a while in disguise, just to see how everyone is doing.

(more to be added later!)

People he knows: @hyacinthus-wants-revenge - My husband! I love him more than life itself!! @the-great-emperor-commodus - My weird undead ex, he's great and letting me and my boyfriend stay with him, hurt him and you're dead. @the-son-of-the-sun - My super cool kid who also hates me, I'm trying my best to fix that though. @glowy-cool-girl - Another one of my super awesome kids!! Her squirrel and frog are so cute! @unlicensed-field-medic - Another kid of mine, the coolest lamp I know @god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes - One of my brothers! He's super awesome. @hermes-god-of-thieves - My little brother, he's a bit.....kooky. @grapes-and-pinecones - Another little brother, he's clinically insane <3 @eros-the-love-god - please for the love of fuck, someone help me disembowl his ass @god-king-of-cheating - My decent enough dad @onlymythologypersonincamp - some random ass kid idk /lh

(ask to be added!!)

RP guide! Actions will be in brackets [] Orange text - normal dialog Red text - when he's angry about something Blue text - when he's using his power to make a command, similar to Aphrodite's charmspeak. He doesn't do it often, and when he does, it's out of fear or frustration. Small text - when he's whispering or muttering something Italics - used for emphasis

//tags for finding things easily (mostly for me to keep track of things) #a solar eclipse - the beginning of a rp thread #to the shadows - end of a rp thread #smothered light - Apollo dying #blood on his hands - Apollo killing (unintentionally) #good riddance - Apollo killing (intentionally) #pathetic wet cat - Apollo being a stupid little man

//Character specific tags #commode man - Interactions with Commodus #my favorite flower - Interactions with Hyacinthus #the lightning flash! - Interactions with Zeus #a winged menace - Interactions with Eros #sky rat - Interactions with Zephyrus #wings n speed - Interactions with Hermes #wine bro - Interactions with Dionysus

//ooc below!

//this Apollo is based on a concept I thought of recently, simply because of a silly picture I saw of Apollo reviewing some romance story. I feel like he'd be bitter and jealous from seeing so many happy couples who get to live their lives together. I'm honestly surprised I haven't seen this idea before, since Apollo in ToA is such a good candidate for anger and resentment and whatnot.

//my name is Jaxie! my main is @jaxie-the-kat! i'm a minor, and go by she/they pronouns. no actual NSFW, but jokes and such are fine.

//Profile picture made with this picrew!

[nightmxre-univxrse]

(It’s all Alr, dw— response/starter (?) is good regardless that! Fr tho, you can rest soon when able- the responses can wait for later so you can go mimir soon- /g /lh)

Exetior crossed his arms once he heard the first comment, staring at Sonic as a faint and quiet ‘Hm..’ like sound escaped from him, mostly staying in silence for some time.

Honestly, this is kinda hilarious. A ‘god’, having to vent with someone? Sure, Sonic being willing to try and comfort him even when he said that randomly was..appreciated but, Should he really? After all, Sonic probably doesn’t even know about all the things he did so far and has to do, he probably wouldn’t even take well about his way to fix some things depending on the situation. But on the other hand, Exetior saw no reason at all to not try and say some things. Then again, he is just letting him and his world live for more time..Right? No matter. Exetior shook his head, kinda as if trying to buy at least a bit more of time to think and know how to word this well. He might as well have to show Sonic his true appearance at some point but then again, there isn’t really any need to do such. “It’s..complicated to say. There has been some..problems, lately, but some of them could be solved. I was informed that we had a new visitor not so long ago, and even though visitors aren’t exactly the issue, it may be a problem at some point for how freely they can enter.” A low sigh managed to escape from Exetior, then he continued speaking about the subject bluntly and however he could. “I can’t provide all protection there, nor make them be an exception. Although, that isn’t the main issue.” He added, deciding to skip the whole highests theme for now, or entirely. “..How are you sure about that?” It took him a bit, but he eventually asked Sonic that question due to his first comment, his tone most likely showing a hint of curiosity and confusion, but more of the first. Probably late to ask, but better than not asking.

❛  i  am  the  villain  in  every  story .  ❜ (*silently places this one here too-* Exetior- last for today to not be too many a-)

Sonic quietly tilted his head at Exetior. Wow. Well, that's a way to start a conversation. But, hey, he has to..try and comfort Exetior. Even if he does fail. He'll do fine. Probably.

" I wouldn't say that's entirely true. "

Sonic simply stared at Exetior, not really knowing what to do next. Sure, he was good at comforting people most of the time, but not just out of the blue. Sonic blinked, before he smiled a bit, seeming a bit curious at Exetior.

" C'mon, what's got you so down now? It's not every day I see you talking yourself down. "

Sonic laughed, before he sighed, staring at Exetior.

" ..Seriously, you feeling alright? Did something happen? Hey, you can tell me, I don't judge. "

@nightmxre-univxrse (BLEH I WAS TIRED WHILE WRITING THIS SO SORRY IF IT'S NOT THAT GOOD :P)

[fatedstrands]

From Now On.... ||@bone-pile-rp||

It had been months, just over a year since the giant had entered the temple. The last time, it was quiet, Legato having shown him around happily, taken him to the hopes of the city beyond, the small garden, the glimmers of green in a world of tan. Had shown him the man he pretended to be was nothing like the man he was, that he was sweet, pure....

Lovable.

Now, the temple is filled, every member of the home filled each space available. Some eyes turned when the doors were pushed open frantically, seeing the broad frame, some turned away and cried as pain bloomed in their features.

The stained glass had been changed, depicting a familiar flurry of blue, their angel adorned above where a thin figure stood. Eyes that shimmered gold, yet reflected lights of a spectrum landed on Livio, his words wavering.

Blue swaddled the figure, skin tinted in purples and golds as his arms slowly raised.

"It has been a year, since our angel rose to the devil and brought a peace the commoners are yet to know." His voice, a soft warm roll rippled through the room, carrying with it the smallest thread of something mechanic. "I owe my life to him, many of us do. But we musn't forget what he taught us. We live to thrive, to tend to one another. To find hope in a land that cares for none."

He looked tired, pained as he let his hands fall, head lowering, the fine blues swaddling his frame shimmering with a clear mark of the lost-

The very pendant Legato once wore.

"Please. It is time we returned home, to feast and rest in honour of his sacrifice. May he rest knowing we thrive as he'd dreamed we would. Perhaps.... Perhaps one day. He may return to us anew." There was a wave of murmurs, a flurry of different words all meaning the same.

May peace last.

Figures begin to file out, the mountain nearby the one lost, though the city itself wasn't unscathed from the strike. Everyone continued through the old tunnels, slipping away to their hidden hope. The last to go was the figure in blue, having reached for a cane-like staff he limps slowly, leaning on the silver beam for strength, the glistening ivory and metal a secret only to he and the lost.

Gold flicked up beneath shaggy black hair, tips of the hair at the front tinted a blonde not unlike Vash's own. In those shimmering eyes was a knowledge, a familiarity simply through stories and sight from afar.

"He told me you'd come."