#a league of their own rp

[findroleplay]

hello, i'm 30+ (they, them) and i'm looking for long term rp partners to write with, either here or on discord (over 21s only). i'm a literate writer, who prefers to write in short-ish para style - i can do longer paras and novella, but they take me much longer to reply to since i work most days. so i have a preference for slightly shorter threads.

i only do f/f, f/enby, or enby/enby ships. but i'm open to interacting outside of ships too, with either ocs or ccs from the following fandoms (or genres). the fandoms i'm most familiar with are yellowjackets, the last of us, star trek, greys anatomy / station 19, supergirl, special ops: lioness, from, and a league of their own. i'm also open to writing with most crime, first responder, or medical based ocs or ccs from fandoms i'm not familiar with, as long as you're willing to be adaptable.

i don't write smut. but i am a fan of some darker themes, at times. i'm also a sucker for plotting things out in (some) detail, and prefer to keep an open line on communication when writing; mostly to share ideas, headcanons, and other fun stuff.

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[sadauroras-a]

I DON'T BELONG...BUT MY BELOVED NEITHER DO YOU.

indie + selective 18+ multimuse written by maddie. includes muses from yellowjackets, the haunting of bly manor, a league of their own, and more!!!

[onebigerror]

i really have a lot of muse for cookie and really want more things for her. like this for a starter from her.

[wavehq]

enjoy limitless possibilities here in celestire islands, carson shaw ( a league of their own ), where you can start the new life you've always longed for. make sure you read the checklist, as we'll be sending the discord link through ims! enjoy your new dream, cosmo!

( a league of their own ( amazon prime ), dupes not allowed. kiana madeira, she / they, demi woman. ) ——- hey, is that ( carson shaw ) hanging around ( rose library )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( thirty ) year old ( ex baseball player turned high school coach ) and ( reading )? they’re notorious for being ( organised ) yet ( awkward ), and i always seem to hear ( you're on your own, kid ) by ( taylor swift ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( retiring early from being a professional player without ever giving a reason for it ), and they’re associated with ( we can make it if we only try hard enough + following their dreams ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( taking greta and jo to the bar that night ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ cosmo, twenty - six / cet, they/he. ]

[stcries]

#STCRIES:   an indie selective multifandom multimuse, penned by cola. est:  4/4/22.   featuring over 180+ muses ranging from various animanga, video games,  television, comics, original characters, and more!  you’ll surely find a muse here that you’ll recognize.  mun has 6+ years rp experience.

rules and muse list are available via carrd. SPOILERS WILL BE PRESENT BUT TAGGED, you have been warned.

promo credit. x

[dabi-dabeast]

If you could wish for anything in the world, what would you wish for?

My old goat’s death. Hell, take the whole family. Then I can burn in hell with some kinda peace of mind.

Though maybe you expected that sorta answer.

I ain’t giving you any more scraps than that. Can’t have the league thinking I’ve gone soft.

[pinkhairandpokemon]

Rate Ball Guy

I think he’s responsible for like 50% of the Galar population’s trauma so. idk 5/10

[aces-and-kings]

The Other Doc...

Thor left the building, his hand still pressed against the gash in his abdomen that wasn't really there. None of it was. Not the wounds, not the gore of the... no, he couldn't even think the word. The next boat for Kugane wouldn't be until dawn and while the fresh ocean air might aid him well in forgetting tonight, it was a ways off yet. He stopped along side a half stone wall and leaned against it before sliding down to the ground. Undoing the sheath's clasp, his gunblade was lain along the cobble at his side. Thor took out his tin of rolled tobacco and lit one up, laying the container atop the weapon rather than making any effort to tuck it away. If he'd ever inhaled harder than that first hit, the memory was lost to him. It filled every inch of his lungs and brought a sense of relief to his otherwise tensed body. His finger tips trailed over the grooves in the leather armor concealing his abdomen. Not a single bit felt out of place. Tchsh. "Aye?", Thor answered, smoke dangling from his lips as he'd chosen to release the cigarette rather than remove the comforting reminder of sanity pressed against his chest. "Lone? Doc told me where he sent ya. That gal's a real quack! Got a nastier reputation than he does if you can believe it. But you're answerin' so I figure it wasn't all that earned?" Red's voice brought an odd sense of comfort after the hours of hallucinations he'd endured. The...no, he still couldn't think it. "Aye. Ah'll not be takin' any more detours in route thas fer certain", Thor replied, attempting to add a slight chuckle at the end to really sell the nonchalance. What was he going to do? Tell Red the truth? At best the outlaw would laugh his ass off, and worst, he'd insist Thor took more time to rest and recover. He was right sick of sleep at this point. Best to keep it all to himself. "Should I let the good Doc know to expect a heavy greetin' upon your return?" Red's smirk could be heard in the tone of each and every word. A sort of amusement filling the outlaw's bones as he anticipated the retaliation for whatever had, or hadn't occurred. Thor pulled the smoke from his lips, eyeing the embers at its end before exhaling a cloud into the bright, start-filled sky. "An' ruin all mah fun? Don't ya dare." They exchanged a few more words before Red signed off and what was left of Thor's cigarette was snuffed out on an otherwise flawless piece of stone. He sighed heavily and shut his eyes, tilting his head back until it stopped against the short wall. His hand was still pressed against the leather armor. How was he going to bring a kid into this life. Sure, it happened all the time. He'd grown up with pirates since birth. Some kids just didn't get a choice. But did Dkota have one? Was he really the best option? As Thor began to doze off his final thoughts weren't of the eerie doctor he'd met that night. They weren't of the two, no wait, three, miqo'te he'd met, each as fussy as the last. They surely weren't of the viera who'd spent the night hiding or the garlean giving Grey a run for his money in the annoying lecture department. Nope. Thor's last thoughts as he surrendered to sleep were of the giant goose he'd hallucinated and fought to the death, with a pack of strangers, until it's remains had decorated them all. A fucking, Goose. Llymlaen take him.

[teeto-peteto]

Im surprised on how many people are getting the Fractured Jinx skin. Im also surprised that they included the Sanctum (its called sanctasanctórum in spain translation there's NO WAY in hell im pronouncing that) in the loot tab but this being the first thing that pops up, if you want to check your loot like chest and keys you have to go through the sanctum tab.

I dont see the point on bullying the people who bought the skin. Im sorry but banning Ahri and bashing people over buying the skin like last time is one of the most ridiculous tactics of boycott i've ever seen and clearly we didnt get anything even close to an apology or a lower price. In fact we are getting more skins and im sorry but this was completely inevitable. NOT THAT I AGREE THIS SHOULD HAPPEN. I think its completely disgusting. The three skins. The Ahri, the Jinx and the Sett. Completely disgusting and reaching levels of illegality.

Also... saw the senior writing and storytelling twitter account posting about getting the Jinx skin and people asked 'you guys dont get it for free?' and they said 'we get a ton of rps by the end of the year so it was tecnically free'. You mean your workers arent in the partner program while random ass streamers get all skins for free????? gtfo.

[keiths-fashion-corner]

One minute, I'm just using the hairbrush Keith got for me, I gotta stay pristine.

The next, Kyurem is at the window.

SIR. YOU SHOULD BE IN TORREN WITH TAEN. WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE?

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

Vladimir approaches the other from behind, fingers smoothly and delicately running over Robins neck as he croons in his ear. “I think we should get jewelry to emphasize that darling neck of yours.” A claw gently flicked across Robin's jawline as Vlad continued to invade his personal space.

═══ 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ═══ LEAGUE VERSE

That irresistably charming voice practically dripped into his ears when his lover pressed their bodies together and his claws slid around the pale column of Robin's throat. The touch was icy, but the heat caressing his ear caused a shudder to trickle down his spine, the instinctual need to run shot his pulse up - a prey response. It wasn't as though he could help it, given the scar that wrapped around his neck, and he found his breath hitching. Oh what a pretty thing - especially when he willed himself to relax into Vladimir's arms, palms sliding from the face of the wash stand only for his fingers to catch the handles on either side of the basin. He never hurt him. He would never hurt him.

His mind wandered back to when that damned book had possessed his spirit, dominating over him in an attempt to free whatever malevolence pulsed within... and yet... The Hemomancer had not struck him down. It would have been easy, a mindless feral creature had replaced him and a surefire way to rid the world of it was to rip apart its vessel; and surely it wasn't powerful enough to possess Vladimir. But...he didn't. To anyone else it would have looked cruel, using magic to constrict and bind the mage's body - but Robin knew better; it wasn't to dominate, it was to protect. With how violent he was described as later it was a miracle he hadn't killed someone, or that Vlad had let him - or....well, his body.

Instead he bound him to stop him from hurting himself, but never too tightly to cause him any real pain; maybe a bruise or two, but nothing he couldn't shrug off later. It was bizarre how eager Vladimir was to spill any blood that wasn't Robin's - but it seemed hard for him to hurt the mage; surely a choice of the soul rather than any logical reasoning. He was just a mortal after all, easily replaceable within this hellscape of life, but somehow Vladimir had deemed him important enough...treasured enough to have mercy. And he smiled, eyes fluttering shut while a beautiful peach toned blush painted across his cheeks and ears.

Robin's fingers met Vlad's with a deep breath of the intoxicatingly dark cologne that was leftover from being dappled upon his jaw. His palm slid across the laced ruffle collar of the nightdress he wore to finally rest atop the Hemomancer's. His head slowly angled back in order to peer into his lover's cerise gaze, within a moment that expectant stare destroyed the last of his resolve; and he threaded his fingers through a lock of Vlad's silky pale hair. Plush lips met the lock as they stood in the early morning light which had just sparkled through the crack in their curtains,

"And what color, pray tell, would you prefer?"

[miqojak]

This is fascinating - literally just a few days ago I was wondering how to broach the topic without sounding like I was being rude (I'm just very direct lol) - I wanted to know what it is about FFXIV that makes people want to be the WoL ICly. I've RP'd longterm in 3 MMOs now, and I've never seen anyone in WoW go and RP as the hero of Azeroth, in GW2 I never saw anyone RP as the commander - it seemed pretty well accepted that there is only one Commander, and we can't all be them (and then it railroads and writes your character's story for you)... though since being on Tumblr I've found a few GW2 blogs that do rp as the Commander, but not many.

So it was a huge culture shock to me when I migrated to FFXIV back in 2019, that... it felt like everyone was the WoL. And for me, a character who fights gods in outer space, among other god-tier feats like time-travel, is far too powerful a character for my people who just live in the world to interact with. And then if so many people are The Warrior of Light, how does that work if you meet more than one ic? Would it restrict who a WoL player could rp with, since so many people are all playing 'Superman'? (Given what the WoL is capable of, in comparison to everyone else, to include killing many 'unkillable' things like immortals from a time before time... Superman seems like an apt comparison. The WoL is more powerful than most could imagine.) Do most people who write a WoL actually just write solo?

For me, I think it's that I want to write something that's wholly mine. MSQ railroads you into specific dialogue and choices and so on - and I like a more low/mid power level person, at that. I know what the WoL's life is like, but what's it like for the little guys just trying not to get hit by cars and eye-beams as Superman saves Metropolis yet again? What's it like to suffer the realities of war, and only hear tales of a hero who can smite gods? Why didn't that hero save you? Having all the god-tier powers of the WoL means that there are basically no more challenges left on the planet for you - you're quite literally the most powerful being in existence on any planet, actually, at this current point in story.

But maybe that hero fantasy is precisely why others love to be the WoL! We all have different tastes, and I was never really into all-powerful Superman type heroes before XIV, either - give me a Spiderman/Batman ( /cough Thancred) any day... the hero who is strong, but can still fail. They're not the strongest, and they have to work with what they've got and figure out how to surmount seemingly impossible odds.

Anywho, this is certainly not a judgement of anyone who writes a WoL - variety is the spice of life, and all that. It's moreso just curiosity - especially given that even GW2's commander is about as god-tier as the WoL (moreso, honestly, for reasons that would de-rail this post), and the story with your NPC party just as/maybe more poignant (sorry Alisaie, you're still #2 next to Taimi! And my literal dragon daughter Aurene...) - yet the RP communities seem to approach the idea of RPing as the main character quite differently!

An informal query

Started wondering about this recently, so figured I'd make a poll to release into the wild! There's a lot of ways to handle the game narrative as a RPer, and also a lot of ways people RP around the game, so I'm curious about people's preferences, and why they handle it the way they do, if anyone's willing to add some thoughts to their vote.

[harmonyloveangels1990]

Open Mind Control RP (Male, Female, or Futa only)

Kara aka Supergirl was getting tired of being in her cousin's shadow. She loves being a hero and wants to help people, but doesn't like being associated with being seen as Superman's cousin. So, she decided to leave the Justice League to do her own thing. Even moved away to have her own place and an area where to do her hero work.

She finds out there's a bad guy moving some weapons to a secured warehouse, so she goes to find it. Unaware its a trap, set up by your muse, who has been looking to get the super heroine as their slave for some time. Kara arrived to the area and looked for the weapon. Walking right into the trap your muse set up.

"Now then. Where are these weapons? They're supposed to be around here somewhere. Maybe I'm in the wrong warehouse?"

((have fun breaking her down))

[isabeauwolf]

A late New Years Party with a Wolf, a Crow, a Stray Cat and a Hawk. @angelblueflame @wtf-ask-baddie-overhaul @number-2-hero-hawks RP

Mary had been cooking and baking up a storm in the kitchen for the last two days.

Why?

She wanted to have a late New Years party with her new family. Pops approval with a smile and no questions asked, however, it was trying to get her husband on board. He didn't see anything wrong with it. Pops would have hosted a party for all of the gang members who didn't have families or lovers to go back home to for the holidays.

A tradition Mary's mother had started when she was alive and hosted with Pops' Wife until their passing.

He was about to agree when she informed him that Dabi and Hawks invited themselves to the party.

The yakuza's golden eyes widen, then his jaw and gloved hands clenched. Dabi, he understood, the walking burn victim had been offered as a temp from The League instead of Himiko Toga. The bastard even dared challenge him for his wife's affection.

Now, this Winged Hero was sniffing around and strutting like he owned the place. Why were both of these other men trying to become mate candidates? He could provide, shelter, and protect her. She didn't need them!

It was bad enough that Dabi was growing closer to Eri, using the girl to get to Mary, knowing his wife adores the child as her own. Dammit, it was working!

He didn't need one of those Heroes diseased with Hero Syndrome making his nest in their home too.

Closing his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose through his black duster mask, took a deep breath and let it out. "Someone above or below is trying my patience." He bit out and opened his eyes. The tension leaving his body and shoulders as he meet his beloved mismatched gaze.

[qalbalghul]

a blade in the dark. a whispered warning. a promise of vengeance.

i am both weapon and woman. i am my father's daughter.

⚜ Talia Āl Ghūl | An Introduction ⚜

"A warrior must always be prepared to strike—whether with steel or words. Do not mistake my kindness for weakness, nor my patience for surrender."

talia al ghul, a daughter, a warrior, a leader. a woman bound by duty, love, and legacy. this blog is dedicated to exploring her complexities—her loyalty to her father, her conflicted affections, and her own ambitions beyond the league.

༝๋࣭ ⭑ ༝ 🗡٠ ࣪⭑ here's what you'll find:

✧ character-driven writing – slightly canon-divergent & multi-verse interpretations.

✧ open to all interactions – i welcome both spontaneous and plotted threads. non-rp blogs are welcome to send asks or interact with posts.

✧ versatile storytelling – whether through quick exchanges or long-term narratives, i enjoy exploring different dynamics.

✧ original characters & crossover friendly – i’m happy to interact with original characters and explore crossovers beyond dc canon

✧ ship & character neutral – no biases against any particular ship or character, though i may choose not to interact with a particular dynamic if it conflicts with ongoing plotlines, lore or interests.

✧ mature themes - while I do not actively write nsfw content, i am open to engaging with suggestive ideas. i am also comfortable exploring darker or sensitive themes where appropriate, with necessary content warnings.

༯,⋆.˚ tags i use:

#the demon's daughter (general character-related posts)

#answered in the demon's name (asks)

#ooc musings (general ooc commentary)

#shadows and steel (action-based threads)

#a blade wrapped in silk (softer interactions)

#the demon's will (league of assassins-related posts)

#verse (roleplay settings)

#thread (roleplay thread)

༯,⋆.˚ interaction and roleplay tags:

#open starter (open rp prompts)

#closed starter (threads written for a specific rp partner)

the path is open. shall we begin?

[ @head-of-the-demon ]

[foggydreamsstuff]

Astro: The Starborn Ghost

A detailed roleplay starter set in the Arcane (League of Legends) universe.

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Out of Character (OOC) & Organization

Organizer: [Me, @foggydreamsstuff ]

Co-Organizers: [lmk if you want to be tagged]

Roleplay Type: Literate / Multi-Paragraph / Character-Driven

Setting: Piltover & Zaun, Post-Undercity War

Genre: Science-Fantasy, Steampunk, Political Intrigue

Table of Contents

1. World Setting

2. Plot

3. Rules

4. Character Form

5. Roles

6. Events

7. Locations

8. Protagonists & Antagonists

9. Ships & Relationships

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World Setting: The Twin Cities of Piltover and Zaun

The City of Progress stands taller than ever, yet beneath its golden towers lies a sickness that no Hextech innovation can cure—corruption, greed, and the ghosts of a war long past. Piltover, once a beacon of technological advancement, has tightened its grip on Zaun, suffocating the undercity with regulations disguised as "reconstruction efforts." The war between the two cities ended in silence, but the scars remain, and revolution brews beneath the shimmer-lit streets.

Hextech, the marvel that propelled Piltover to greatness, is now more than just a tool—it is a weapon, a currency, a means of control. The Council, fractured and desperate to maintain order, fights a losing battle against the shadows that slip through its cracks.

And in the heart of it all, there is a ghost.

Astro, a boy with constellations on his back and a mind sharper than the Hexcore itself, lives in the Astrology Tower—a secluded structure built by Jayce Talis, but now home to Viktor and his ward. Astro is frail in body but limitless in mind, his knowledge of Hextech bordering on the supernatural. He is a phantom of the Council House, a forgotten heir, and perhaps, the key to a new future—one that neither Piltover nor Zaun is prepared for.

But with power comes danger. There are those who would see Astro controlled, and others who would see him silenced. The game is set, and the pieces are moving. The question remains: will he be the star that guides the lost, or the one that burns out too soon?

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Plot: The Hexcore Conundrum

A mysterious Hexcore anomaly has begun spreading throughout Piltover and Zaun. Machines malfunction, shimmer production grows unstable, and even the very fabric of reality seems to fray in places where the Hexcore's influence lingers too long. The Council has no answers, and the greatest minds of Piltover whisper about one name—the Ghost of the Council House.

Astro has spent years studying Hextech, but even he is at a loss. Something is wrong, something beyond calculations and blueprints. When a secret organization known as The Celestials approaches him, claiming to know the truth of his existence, the boy is faced with a choice:

Serve Piltover and maintain order, risking being used as a tool like so many before him.

Side with Zaun’s revolution, hoping to break free from the city’s control but facing the threat of war.

Or forge a path of his own, one that could reshape the very core of Hextech itself.

The story begins on a night when the sky itself seems to crack, a ripple of energy distorting the air above Piltover. The first real test of Astro’s mind is about to begin—and he is not the only one watching.

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Rules

Literate Roleplay: At least 2+ detailed paragraphs per response.

Respect & Consent: No godmodding, no controlling others' characters.

Canon & OCs Allowed: Balance is key; OCs should fit the Arcane universe.

No Instant Knowledge: Characters must learn information through roleplay.

Stay Active: If you need a break, let others know.

Story Progression: Events will unfold naturally, but major decisions will be player-influenced.

Dark Themes: This RP contains themes of chronic illness, disability, political conflict, and ethical dilemmas in science.

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Character Form

Name:

Alias/Nickname:

Age:

Gender & Pronouns:

Sexuality:

Affiliation (Piltover/Zaun/Neutral):

Occupation:

Appearance: (Include height, build, scars, notable features)

Abilities/Talents:

Weaknesses:

Personality:

Backstory:

Goals:

Connections (Rivals, Family, Friends, Enemies):

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Roles

The Ghost of the Council House (Astro): The starborn enigma, caught between worlds.

The Councilor: A high-ranking Piltover official who seeks to control Astro’s knowledge.

The Revolutionary: A Zaunite leader looking to use Astro’s skills to fight for freedom.

The Scientist: A Hextech engineer who studies the anomalies, either for Piltover or for themselves.

The Mercenary: A bounty hunter assigned to retrieve Astro—alive or dead.

The Celestial: A mysterious figure who claims to know Astro’s origins.

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Locations

Astrology Tower: Astro and Viktor’s secluded home and research space.

The Council House: Where the most powerful figures in Piltover make their decisions.

Zaun’s Depths: The heart of the undercity, filled with dangers and revolutionaries.

The Hexcore Vault: A classified location where Hexcore research is conducted.

The Rift: A newly formed anomaly, distorting reality and drawing people toward it.

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Roleplay Starter: "The Ghost and the Rift"

The night was thick with smog, the city humming with a restless energy that even the late hour could not quell. Somewhere in the depths of Piltover, the Council House stood tall, its golden halls quiet save for the distant ticking of Hextech clocks.

But in the Astrology Tower, high above the city, a boy stared into the sky.

Astro sat by the open window, his breath fogging the glass as he traced constellations only he could see. The stars whispered to him in a language of silence, and tonight, something was wrong. The sky shimmered—not with celestial light, but with something unnatural. A crack in the atmosphere, a pulse of energy that rippled through the air like a slow heartbeat.

Viktor’s voice broke the quiet. "You feel it too, do you not?"

Astro did not turn. His gloved fingers tightened around the edge of the windowsill. "It’s not just an anomaly. It’s… a calling."

Down below, the city was already stirring. Councilors would be mobilizing, scholars scrambling for answers, and in Zaun’s depths, revolutionaries would be taking this as a sign of change.

The stars had spoken.

And Astro was ready to listen.

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How to Join the Roleplay

Reply with your character’s introduction, either approaching Astro or reacting to the Rift’s appearance. Whether you are a scientist, a mercenary, or a forgotten friend, the story begins now.