#bright young things rp

[findroleplay]

hi!! i’m 16m looking for a rp partner in the 15-18 range, literate (but not crazy strict, yknow?) and ccxcc. mxm or fxf is preferred for sure, mostly just because i’m a gay man and honestly? not totally sure how straight people work. i tend to really analyze things and i get very excited about set dressing/prose and symbolism, all the bells and whistles, so if you’re not super into that stuff, no problem, it just might not be the best fit! i’m a huge literature nerd, so that’s just mostly a warning of how i am as a person and where my expectations are at :]

non exhaustive list of fandoms/ships i’d be into writing:

Newsies - Davey/Jack, Katherine/Sarah

Jesus Christ Superstar - Judas/Jesus

Bright Young Things/Vile Bodies - Miles Maitland/Ginger Littlejohn

BBC Merlin - Merlin/Arthur

Penumbra Podcast - Juno Steel/Peter Nureyev

Six of Crows - Wylan Hendriks/Jesper Fahey

Nimona (book preferably!) - Ballister/Ambrosius

Dimension 20 Fantasy High - Fig Faeth/Ayda Aguefort

Bare: a Pop Opera - Peter/Jason

Riordanverse - Nico di Angelo/Will Solace

The Dragon Prince - Ethari/Runaan

and totally feel free to propose something else! no promises i’ll know what it is, but there’s a good chance i’ve forgotten things, so this list is not exhaustive.

i prefer discord but reach out at arthurcenturi on here for first contact and then we can figure stuff out! (schedules, ideas, etc. OH and i’m also in the EST zone in America, if that changes anything)

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[dragongirlintestines]

A Disappearance on the Entoran Trail

From an RP with @sunspot-stomachache

Content Warnings: Vore, Cruel Pred, Digestion, Bones.

4700 words.

Rain splashes heavily against the granite peaks of the Entoran Ridge. The rough, craggy stones funnel torrents of water down ancient ridges, forming rushing creeks perilous enough to make even a seasoned adventurer lose her step. The wind howls through the valleys, whipping up loose foliage and tossing debris all around.

Tieflings were not made for rain, as rarely do rains fall in their homeland. For one to be woefully caught unprepared in a storm, let alone amidst the Entoran Ridge, is what might be described as a nightmare. Every sharp droplet of rain which lands on one young tiefling’s green skin hisses with hate, met with such foreign heat. She is soon enveloped in steam, her own, and it’s unbearable. The cold and her own body heat wrestle within her. If she did not find shelter of some form soon, she’d surely end up blinded, by the storm or the steam.

Amidst the imposing range, a narrow hewn path carves its way along a cliff, and the lone traveler curses her luck. What light made it through the clouds was dimming, and the prospect of being caught out at night by some mountain beast further compounded her troubles. Up ahead, one shadowy overhang appeared to dig into the side of the mountain, offering a promise of some respite from the biting cold.

Stumbling across the cave is enough to almost make Sunspot thank the gods, though she bites back her forked tongue before she says such things. She shuffles inside, instantly finding solace from the whipping winds and arrow-like rain. Her tail flicks discontentedly, her clothes sopping wet, and her mood not much better. Luckily, what little firewood she did have was safely contained in her pack, and she sets about making a fire for herself to wait out the storm within the cavern.

Elsewhere, down a winding tunnel extending from the rear of the cavern, a perceptive adventurer might faintly make out the sounds of something snoring within. Atop a mound of coins and otherworldly artifacts, a beast breathes deep and slow, wrapped in slumber. The faint scent of fire winds its way down into one of her nostrils, and slowly, her electric blue eyes crack open. Sitting up, it stretches to its full 12' height, yawning wide. As it stands on its two powerful legs, a low rumble emanates from its guts, and it licks its lips, wondering about what snack could have disturbed its slumber.

Sunspot watches the smoke flow deeper and deeper into the cavern, the wind howling outside pushing it away. Her bright yellow eyes follow the trail drawn by the billowing gray, landing on the darkness further within. Her ears…twitch, flopping slightly as they do so. Someone, or something is in this cave. Her tail flicks a bit more, back and forth, no longer in discomfort. There’s a unique fear that bristles down her spine. “There’s only so many things that live within caves…” She thinks to herself, realizing she is not as safe as she might have wished.

The tiefling scrambles to her feet, bracing her hands against the smooth rock beneath her as she stands. Her fire continues to crackle, casting her shadow down the length of the cave. Her tail flicks, back and forth, back and forth. Back into the rain? Stand her ground? She can’t seem to make a decision.

Some kind of noise squeaks out of her and dies on her tongue.

As the dragon rounds the corner, Thorne takes another whiff of the smoke. She can smell sweat, wet clothes, tiefling, and fear. She thinks a moment. Her prey is already timid and ready to run, but going out in the storm to hunt would be so annoying, and she wouldn't want to risk a lovely meal falling down a ravine and spoiling the fun. She settles herself into a more friendly posture, stands up straight, and masks her hunger with a smile.

"I don't often get visitors here," she speaks, emerging from the darkness. Her voice is low and gravelly, but with a measured, gentle tone, as if speaking to a timid animal. "It's much warmer inside, you're welcome to stay if you like," she gestures towards the tunnel she emerged from.

A dragon. Sunspot’s tail almost stiffens in shock as her eyes meet Thorne’s gaze. She should run. Leave. Escape. Right? Running in the rain was a recipe for death, considering walking nearly sent her tumbling down the side of the ridge. Her gaze flicks away from the dragon for a moment to stare down at her soaked outfit, cloth and cotton clinging to her skin and leather weighing her down. Maybe…maybe it wouldn’t be terrible.

“Kind of you,” She finally manages to eke out, her voice in an upper register with a bit of bubbliness beneath the fear, “I ah…didn’t expect the storm,” She admits, her tail beginning to soften.

Thorne suppresses a grin as she sees Sunspot freeze. The dragon takes one long step towards the campfire, then another, slowly crossing the cavern. I needs keep my demeanor measured and calm, she thinks to herself. Be a gracious host. Don't scare away such a tasty looking meal.

"The weather can be fickle, yes. But really, the pleasure is mine. I do so rarely get visitors," she replies, as she steps aside, no longer directly approaching the timid adventurer. "A warm place to rest is the least I could offer."

The dragon looks inquisitively at the tiefling, awaiting her response. A gnawing hunger urges her to pounce, but she fights it back. She's having fun leading this morsel on.

Sunspot’s nostrils flare slightly in surprise when Thorne begins closing the distance between the two of them, now realizing just how tall the dragon was compared to her. Her tail continues to flick back and forth, though not as stiff and violent as before. She takes a sparing step backward as Thorne nears her, surprised by just how much she loomed over her…dragons were large, she knew that, but seeing one in-person was quite a different experience than hearing of them, or seeing artworks.

“…my apologies,” She utters softly, straightening how she stood. Her eyes looked upward at Thorne, bright yellow irises swimming with a mixture of first impression fear and a lulled sense of security…

“If you’d lead the way? I believe you may know your home better than I, aheh.”

Thorne slowly turns on her heel, tail whipping around as if to accentuate the motion. A quick tug lifts the flailing limb to clear Sunspot's horns, almost an afterthought.

Sunspot warily dips her head down when the tail nearly whacks her horns, her breathing heightening for a moment in shock before she regains composure. Getting knocked out by a giant dragon tail was not how she’d like to spend her evening, that’s for certain. Though, she didn’t quite know what she was in for by any stretch of the imagination. Her campfire crackles behind her as she follows Thorne inside, not knowing that that’s likely the most that’ll be left of her.

The blue mass of the dragon's scales stride down the tunnel, every so often stopping her long strides to check that her "guest" is keeping up. A few hundred feet, and the tunnel opens into a more spacious cavern, evidently the conjunction of several ancient lava tubes, lit by faintly glowing crystal growths. Unlike the mouth of the cave, this conjunction is slightly more than pleasantly warm. In the center of it all, light twinkles and refracts from a pile of coins, gems, and exotic, almost alien, artifacts, the construction of which is evocative of the dragon's synthetic arm.

"Perhaps cliché, but I do hope it is to your liking," she chuckles, striding to the center of the room.

Sunspot marvels at the scenery of the cavern, her eyes sparkling a bit with the sight of the dragon’s hoard. She wouldn’t lie, it was quite tempting to grab something from the pile…though she knew what dragons would do to those who steal from their hoards.

“Very, ah…comfortable, Miss..?”

Thorne turns, fixing her gaze on Sunspot once again. She had the little morsel right where she wanted her.

"Thorne," She replies.

The dragon begins to pace around the tiefling, her tail trailing behind her like a serpent encircling its next meal. The facade would be up soon, and the gnawing hunger in her belly was growing impatient, but she wanted to see just how far she could lead this meal on.

"And how may I call you...?"

A growl from her belly threatens the charade.

Sunspot’s bright yellow eyes watch attentively as the dragon begins to encircle her, her tail once more beginning to flick back and forth in a reaction of danger. What was she to do? Turn tail and run? Perhaps if she stayed on the dragon’s good graces, she’d be able to make it out of whatever was to happen alive.

“Sunspot. You may call me S-” The growl from Thorne’s stomach cuts her off, “…Sunspot..”

Her eyes widen, and she looks upwards at Thorne with a shocked expression. The scent of fear once again fills Thorne's nostrils, and she sinks into a more predatory posture. The facade of hospitality gone, she stalks in a tightening circle, fully entrapping the gullible adventurer with her tail.

"Such a cute name, really," she growls, a low, predatory purr. It was time to break the terrible news.

Her tail tightens into a firm, but not yet crushing, grip. A single talon lifts Sunspot's chin, and a strand of saliva drips down onto the adventurous tiefling’s face.

"It's good to know the name of the meal that so kindly delivered herself to my lair."

Sunspot’s breathing hitches as she’s grabbed, the strength behind her tail proving that there was little to no chance of escape. Nevertheless, she still thrashes in Thorne’s grasp, coming to a tense stillness as her chin is tilted up.

Thorne leers down at her, tongue dancing along her lips. Her jaws crack open in a hint of a cruel grin as the breath catches in Sunspot's throat. The saliva makes her recoil, but there’s a strange mixture of admiration and absolute terror upon seeing the dragon’s face this close. Her eyes flick rapidly, and after a moment of staring in shocked silence and fear, she bites Thorne’s finger! Her teeth find purchase amidst the scales, but barely sink into the soft flesh, unable to pierce the dragon’s tough hide.

Surprised, Thorne feels a slight pressure in her finger, and realizes, with a slight chuckle, that her prey has bit her.

"Cute," she taunts. "But you'll need more than that to save you,"

The beast wrenches her finger out of Sunspot's mouth, eliciting a “GAH!” from the young woman, and grabs her by the horns. Instantly, Sunspot’s body tenses. Her horns are particularly sensitive to foreign touch, and her eyes roll back for a moment at the sudden pressure against her before she regains her composure. Well, perhaps ‘regains’ is not the right word.

Thorne forces her victim to watch as the dragon's jaws yawn open. The faint light of the cavern reflects off of glistening strands of drool. Sunspot’s eyes refocus as the maw before her opens, dripping with drool…and the dragon was drooling because of her.

Thorne leans in, dragging its tongue over the tiefling's neck and up the side of her face, tasting her. The tiefling fusses and kicks, trying to pull herself free from the grip Thorne has on her and recoiling away from the rough tongue as it drags across her neck and face, leaving a trail of drool alongside a patchwork of scratches…

"Mmmmm..." The dragon purrs, relishing the taste of her victim.

“…p-please, I- D-Dragon’s need familiar’s, right? I can- I can find other food, something or someone else! Just- Hhhnnn…” An adjustment of pressure from its grip shocks her horns’ nerves, “J-Just…put me down…don’t…e-eat me,” she pleads.

"let you bring me food..." Thorne pretends to consider for a moment, before her stomach interrupts her with another grrgggmmmbbbllll. "Or eat you now. My stomach is making a very convincing argument,"

Sunspot thinks for a moment, just a split second, that she did it. That for all the little mistakes she made stumbling in here, she managed to pull herself free from the fire she fell out of the frying pan into. And then there’s another stomach growl, and it might as well be a death knell.

Thorne tightens the grip of her tail, letting the tiefling's legs flail freely as she lifts the struggling morsel towards her jaws. Hot, humid air caresses Sunspot's head as her face is pressed fully into Thorne's mouth. The dragon's tongue squishes around her, slathering her in thick, slimy drool.

“NO-!”

Up goes the tiefling, thrashing and kicking her legs as hard as she can as her face is met with Thorne’s tongue once more, her head almost enveloped in nothing but the dragon’s maw…she tries to kick at Thorne’s tail, or dig her nails into her scales, or poke and prod with her own tail, just anything to wrench back control and escape!

The terrified exclamation of her prey echoes through Thorne's lair. Were Sunspot's face not threatened with imminent consumption, she might see the corners of the beast's jaws twitch into a cruel grin. As she squirms in the tail's grasp, a throaty chuckle rises up around her, and Thorne tightens her tail around the little appetizer's waist.

The claw forcing Sunspot's head down releases her horns, before the tiefling feels the threatening pressure of the dragon's teeth close around her collarbones. The dagger like fangs lightly pierce her skin, staining their tips in crimson ichor. The tip of Thorne's tongue probes these fresh wounds, drinking in the flavor.

"Mmmrrrrrrr..." Another satisfied growl rumbles up Thorne's gullet, shaking Sunspot's world around her.

The teeth pressing into her body, though the may not be gnashing, is further confirmation of what’s to come, alongside the fact that the efforts Sunspot had been making weren’t accomplishing much of anything. She winces as the dragon’s tongue presses against the marks her teeth have left. Not even her blood was safe from Thorne.

And moments later, neither was her body.

The familiar feeling of Thorne's meaty claws returns. Wicked talons grip the tiefling's torso, before wrenching away, tearing the upper half of her drenched outfit to shreds, and leaving shallow but bloody furrows in their wake.

Sunspot’s eyes widen within the dragon’s mouth when her outfit is ripped away, the rainwater almost making it easier. She feels the sting of Thorne’s talons, as well as the new temperature her body is met with. Damp with rainwater, her skin is glistening, though no doubt that would soon be replaced by drool.

*GLLK*

The dragon's maw shifts around Sunspot, forcing her head down into the beast's hungry throat, and her exposed chest follows into the dragon's jaws. A warm, wet caress plays along her chest as Thorne's tongue begins pulling her in. The flavor of blood and sweat soaks into her taste buds, eliciting a ravenous growl from within.

Again, talons grip into Sunspot's remaining clothes, groping her rear, before tearing the fabric from her meal. Soaked remnants of clothes fall to the ground, as Thorne's tail uncoils and she leans back, lifting her prey high into the air.

Aimlessly, Sunspot’s arms and hands try to grab onto something to find purchase and prevent herself from being swallowed, be it a molar or a uvula, hoping it may get Thorne to spit her back out, but the tiefling is far too panicky in her movements to actually make a good grip before she’s forced in deeper.

Her legs kick harder when Thorne’s tongue reaches her chest, and the sudden release of the massive tail around her lower half makes those kicks wild, not expecting a lack of force. It also, combined with the lift, pushes her in deeper.

Sunspot finds her head forced ever deeper down Thorne's gullet as she flails, but also soon finds herself on the receiving end of a vicious bite. The dragon did not expect quite such violent motion from her prey, and instinctively snapped her jaws closed, driving her fangs into the tiefling's meaty thighs.

“AH!”

Sunspot flinches and recoils in pain within Thorne’s throat as the fangs enter her thighs. She becomes tense and shaky, her body reacting to the pain by trying to keep the adrenaline pumping. Satisfied that her meal is well enough secured, the predator's tongue relaxes, and plays itself along the woman's chest, toying with the tasty treat. The tongue lapping at her breasts and nipples keeps the tiefling’s adrenaline pumping, but in a way Sunspot truly abhors.

*GLRRP*

Another swallow pulls Sunspot deeper, the pressure of Thorne's esophagus hungrily grabbing at her body. Sunspot’s arms are pinned to her side. Any attempt she had made to find purchase and slow her descent was useless, and now, she wouldn’t be able to make them anymore. She feels every part of Thorne’s throat squeezing and refusing to release, her squirms rendered little more than the occasional shift.

Meanwhile, Thorne's tongue continues its probing, teasing her victim's breasts one last time before slithering lower. Sunspot feels the muscle trace a slimy path down her torso, following rivulets of blood to lap at their source, before moving on to the next.

Eventually the tongue finds its way down to the tiefling's hips, sliding between the unfortunate woman's thighs. She tenses. This big, strong, drooly thing slides down her body with ease, and soon slips between her legs, eliciting an “EEP!” followed by more squirms. Thorne relaxes her jaws, and Sunspot feels the tongue press in, before...

*GLLLLPP*

Another throaty gulp pulls her hips fully to the back of the dragon's maw. The throat vibrates around her as Thorne moans in pleasure at her taste. Sunspot slides deeper once more. Her entire body rattles as the dragon moans, so much taste dancing on her tongue from just a small tiefling.

Thorne's throat bulges out as she takes one more big swallow, tossing the tiefling's hips into her gullet with one final, powerful thrust. Slowly, inexorably now, her prey's body glides downwards. Thorne dances her tongue one last time over the poor thing's ass, then thighs, then calves, and feet, rough taste buds scraping the last bits of flavor from them before they vanish forever into her guts.

Sunspot does her best to try and halt the process, to try and latch onto something before she slides down all the way to no avail. Her previous attempt coming up empty might’ve discouraged her from doing so, but nevertheless the fight to exist is still in her… despite the fact that she’s not even in the predator’s mouth anymore.

As the squirming morsel slides down Thorne's gullet, her best attempts to stop herself almost seem useless, until her descent briefly comes to a halt. Somehow, she realizes, she has managed to wedge herself somewhere. A muffled growl resonates from above, indicating just how deep she is.

Hah! Aha! Her horns, her tail, something had put a stop to this! Her bright eyes alight with darkvision as she realizes just how far down she is, but that doesn’t mean there’s no escape, right? She’s stopped! She kicks and squirms, hoping to activate a gag reflex or something. Maybe she could just climb back out of the dragon if she passes out or-

*GLLLLP*

“AGHH!!” Not a snowball’s chance in the Hells. What hope she might have had of choking the beast is quickly snuffed out, as another powerful swallow forces her back into a more manageable position.

Moments later, her journey pauses again, as her face is pressed against a ring of muscle. She cringes when her face presses against the muscle, filled with disgust even more than she was already. It slowly opens as the peristaltic motion of the esophagus eases the unfortunate tiefling through. Her nostrils are instantly assaulted by the sting of acids, while her body is slowly extruded into the stomach, falling with a faint splash into a pool of fluid. The cuts and wounds on Sunspot's body sting as they are submerged, the digestive enzymes eager to bite into the tender flesh.

She hisses in pain, pushing her head up above the pool and frantically looking around. There’s gotta be something she can do, right? Everything stings!

As her meal reaches her stomach, Thorne rubs her hand over the small bulge she makes. Live, struggling prey was always a pleasure to digest, and just in time, her latest victim was putting up a fight.

“RRRRGH!” The dragon’s meal puts all her strength behind a head butt against the stomach wall, hoping to dig her horns in! This does little outside of splash more acid.

Sunspot's horns slam into the wall of Thorne's stomach, and the dragon growls a soft "mmmmhhh" in response. Her stomach, however, is less pleased with the resistance, and the organ clenches against the struggling meal, forcing some air up Thorne's throat into a small “urp!” carrying with it the faint taste of tiefling. Thorne smiles at the taste, and, hungry for more, lets her tongue play along her lips and teeth to chase the last hints of Sunspot's flavor.

"Ahhhhh," she growls, "I really should thank you for delivering such a delicious meal."

Meanwhile, Sunspot tries to push against the sudden constriction, her hands shoving at the slick interior and trying to get more space within the claustrophobic confines of the dragon’s stomach. She grits her teeth and tries to head butt again, thumping her head and horns up against the wall once more!

The voice taunting her, echoing far above her, only serves to make her angrier in her thrashing escape attempt, despite the futility of it. At one point, she just punches the stomach lining, roaring out in a sobbing anger from within Thorne.

Belly laden with prey, Thorne lumbers lazily back towards her hoard, and settles her massive bulk amidst the coins and gems. As her prey writhes within her, each thrashing motion elicits a noise of sadistic pleasure, and the occasional churning response from her stomach.

"You're quite a lively one!" The dragon teases. "Got somewhere important to be?"

As Thorne mocks her meal, the acids in her stomach are heating up. What was a mild sting in an exposed wound has turned to full body irritation, scouring the outer skin of the struggling tiefling within.

Of course she had somewhere to be! She wasn’t just wandering around the ridge with no destination, and her final resting place was certainly not the one she had in mind! The unfortunate tiefling thinks to herself. She can’t quite respond to Thorne, though, as no doubt her growls of anger and sobs of panic were being drowned out by churning of the dragon’s stomach.

Speaking of being drowned out, the pain she was beginning to feel was drowning out a lot of her current feelings, and many sensations. There’s a sickly hissing, one that is followed by Sunspot’s own hiss of pain as her mind begins to get overwhelmed. It’s then that her thrashing becomes much more panicked and less calculated than before, not just trying to get out anymore, but also trying to escape the pain!

"I did say I had a nice warm place for you to stay, but if it's not to your liking, I won't come chasing if you can fight your way out," Thorne muses, reveling in the cruelty of her offer. "But I'm looking forward to feeling you soften down into a nice, filling meal."

With that taunt left to hang in the air, Thorne rolls onto her back, idly rubbing her boiling gut. Slowly, each contraction of her stomach softens the living meat within, and the dragon listened and felt with keen interest as thrashing struggles turned to despairing sobs.

“LIAR!!”

She mostly shouted it for herself, at this point. She feels her space once again shrink, the dragon’s stomach doing everything in its power to melt her down into nothing but sustenance…but she was so much more than that!

She was a person, not food!

Large hands press into her from outside, and she can do little but bat at their forms in an attempt to get the dragon to leave her alone, her breathing hitching as more and more of her body is enveloped in acid.

Thorne grins wickedly to herself as she listens to the little softening morsel's futile cries. The taste of denial and helplessness, when a little piece of meat like this soon to be former adventurer could not possibly accept their destiny as dinner, was more sublime than any blood or terror. Always mere moments before they finally gave in to her gut, she thinks to herself.

Thorne begins kneading her belly with both hands, with some intention helping it along, but mostly just feeling just how much her prey has softened.

"You're so close now, but I'll give you a choice," she offers, her voice honeyed with crooning mockery. "You can hang on a few more delicious minutes, and let my guts finish you, or," she pauses to let her claws find their target, "I can show you just how soft you are and finish you with one squeeze now."

Sunspot refused. She wouldn’t- She couldn’t end up like this! She was a proud tiefling, the mark of the continuation of bloodlines thought long since dead. She had to survive! She couldn’t just be dragon food!

She weakly squirms as the hands knead against her, whimpering at the further taunting before the claws press into her…she grits her teeth and kicks, trying to fight with what little was left…

"Mmmmyeaahh," Thorne purrs, thoroughly enjoying Sunspot's desperate struggles.

The tiefling's pride may have given her a burst of strength to struggle against fate, but Thorne's stomach is relentless. Though the dragon deigns not to end the adventurer immediately, the incessant roiling of her guts, assisted by the massaging of her claws, have softened her meal to the point of inevitability. Deeper below, Sunspot can hear the hungry gurgling of Thorne's intestines, ready to absorb a meaty tiefling soup. If she gives up fighting, but for a moment, she feels she will melt into mushy red chyme, never to return.

Sunspot’s breathing has slowed to gasps between momentary thrashing, her body simply reacting to the fact that she’s staring down her final moments. She tries to gather her strength for one last head butt, tries to slam her horns against Thorne’s claws, but all the dragon is treated to is one last pitiful thump before…

*GLLLLLLRRRRRSSSSHHHH*

As the tiefling makes her final, pitiful effort, Thorne's gut clenches down, melting softened flesh into nutritious soup. The dragon feels her victim finally succumb, and in a moment of ecstatic victory, lets out a roar that shakes the cavern.

Over the next few minutes, her stomach begins a vicious, churning cycle, until the only solid forms Thorne can feel are the faint outline of her latest victim's bones, slowly draining with the rest of the meal down deeper into her guts. She leans back, flopping into a euphoric post meal bliss, losing track of time in her pleasured haze.

It is only once her stomach has nearly fully drained that she begins to recover, feeling a slight bump pushing back up her gullet. Something solid, a little larger than her guts must have wanted to take. It eases up her throat, carried on a cushion of Sunspot's last breath, exiting with a faint burp.

Thorne looks down at the mysterious gastrolith, before chuckling to herself. Empty eye sockets look up at her from a polished skull, scoured clean of any sign of life. All that remains to hint at the tiefling who met her unfortunate end in the dragon's guts are her lovely curled horns, protruding from the skull's ivory white brow. A beautiful addition to her hoard, she thinks to herself, before sinking back into blissful, satiated slumber.

[f4y3w00d5]

looked thru my old characters again and now im wondering whod wanna rp with them, so im gonna pick a few out and give brief backstories

YOUNG INDUSTRIES (A former rp I did)

Description: Evil guy Seth kidnaps innocents and experiments on them, no one could ever escape.

Lets start with the characters from the Abyss, the Abyss was where the inmates who angered Seth/were dangerous were. there was the upper and lower parts of the Abyss, ill specify what each character was.

Oliver (Green eyed) and Alvirum (demonic). Oliver was to be a sacrifice, but ended up possessed by a young demon, and their souls were bonded. Oliver is mostly in control, although when threatened Alvirun takes over. Olivers mostly sweet but Alviruns mocking. They count as 11. Upper levels of the abyss.

Annie. hahaha fucking shit was she hot- Shes some sort of angelic type being, crossed with a siren. Shes a fucking jerk. I love her. Upper levels.

I loved Rax but he didnt go well with the industries. Condescending but flirty vampiric asshole. he has minor hypnotic powers, too. He got put into the upper abyss for pissing Seth off

Skylar!!! The darling was so sweet, I love him. Some sort of siren, but he was cursed by a cousin to only be able to speak the truth and the whole truth. hes also a sorcerer and knows quite a bit of magic. He probably insulted Seth and got sent down

Zayne. Psychopathic yet human serial killer. Potentially made a deal with the devil. Highly dangerous and his drive for blood outways nearly everything else. Lower abyss, one of the most dangerous.

Ive already got one for Jacob, one of the others in the lower abyss, and Zanthia would be hard to roleplay....

(thats him, hes 19)

Upper Levels This is the main part of the industries and where the safe inmates are

Abby. I didnt get much done for her, but shes some sort of wood elf and utterly adorable. easily scared and very quiet.

Alyce. Early version of Faye, part demon part human, hangs out with some other dude i forgot the name of... wait nevermind its Haydyn!! she was a killer before being captured and shes rlly bright and bubbly

bored dead inside ghost, friends with Alyce, murdered, sorta goth. tired constantly but hes nice

Celestia. Some kind of human mixed with an eldritch abomination. she cries constantly. shes grey and black and white. tragedy. her voice sounds like multiple people talking on top of each other.

Tethys. Already got an account for her. Sweet little cow girl with abandonment issues. Shes currently staying at @monsterfucker-research-wizards place.

Xander (red) and Shane (blue). Pair of brothers, Xanders the responsible one, Shane is the eternally horny masochist one, twin vampires looking for their baby sister, Evelyn.

Evelyn, 16. Technically from the abyss, but that was just to keep her secret. Been locked in a room all by herself for 10 years. Shes sweet.

Anya, some sort of deer-elf thing. Shes sweet. very shy and helpful, i love her....

Next we have the ones that were guards at the Young Industries

She doesnt have a name, or a personality yet

also unnamed and personality-less but she looks cool

then theres the ones from the library, they get their own account

The mother, Cecilia, her 9 year old daughter, May, and the first (and only one ive thought of) resident of the library, Alora. Cecilia and May are... god knows what. some kind of immortal being, teleporting around with a sanctuary for the broken, known as the library. Alora was the first one who escaped from the Young Industries and is VERY traumatised, also shy.

Then lastly just random ones

Adonis, human murderer, hes badass. not much on him yet

Erika, also badass... maybe her and Adonis are siblings

@akronus-the-redeemed @gobodegoblin @monsterfucker-research-wizard @the-cherryblossom-system @ibuildblasters @good-wizard @annotated-catastrophe @drew-bard-for-hire @wasteland-wooferbaby @blooper-malte @be-gentle-with-littluns-2 @slymewitch

[paintedscales]

FFXIV Write 2024 :: Day Nineteen

Prompt: Taken Characters: Nomin tal Kheeriin, Primam Chorus, Tandem Chorus (brief, Echo) Word Count: 843 Notes: Non-canon to Nomin; more of a 'what if' scenario based on RP I had in the past regarding Primam and how I'd imagine Nomin and Primam interacting and really meeting one another.

Master List

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Murmurs and the sound of ocean waves filled the open atmosphere of the Shiokaze Hostelry. An occasional cry of a seagull pierced the chatter.

Nomin stared at the woman before her for a long time, her brow furrowed and her lips pulled taut into a line. She could feel the rising nervousness from the woman. After all, Nomin had been able to tell that the woman was weaving a lie: a well-practiced one, but a lie nevertheless. A lie though it was, however, the thing that struck Nomin was that the woman had no intended malice, simply that she was…lost.

The other thing that was striking…was that her aether felt different. Almost non-existent. Yet, she had a wealth of magic that she utilized in combat…

“I’ve been to Ala Ghiri recently…” Nomin mentioned. The woman in question was called Primam Chorus -- a very Garlean sounding name despite being from Gyr Abania. Her complexion matched well enough, but her explanations left much to be desired. Especially to one that could feel those shifts in aether when it came to emotions.

“H-Have you?” Primam asked, her expression turning sheepish. She drew her hands together over the tabletop, fidgeting.

“Ala Mhigans are returning to Gyr Abania -- to their home. Is there a reason you do not return?” Nomin asked, hoping to press for answers from Primam who accompanied her during their time seeing to Hancock’s want of exploring Mount Rokkon. They had come back, a few extra notes and trinkets to show for their efforts that Hancock was pleased to receive.

“I…have a home here, now. In Hingashi…”

Uncertainty.

“Far be it from me to prod further…” Nomin said, grabbing her chilled bronze cup and taking her waterskin to fill it.

“I was young when my brother and I had to flee.” Primam brought her own cup closer -- unlike Nomin, it was a cup offered by the Hostelry itself, filled with water of her own. “I hardly remember anything about Gyr Abania, let alone Ala Ghiri.”

Nomin took a sip. A lie vague enough to believe if circumstances were different.

A headache formed, one all too familiar as Nomin placed her cup back down and screwed her eyes shut and clenched her jaw. She heard the worried voice of Primam, drowned out by the hum of an entirely different scene unfolding before her.

It was like coming up for water when Nomin could finally see the land and setting around her. There were buildings she did not recognize, many of them on the verge of complete dilapidation. The lands had sparse foliage, and most strikingly, the sky was blanketed completely in black skies. It would have been darker than anything she had ever seen before if she had not been to the Thirteenth.

Nomin had the sense that this sky was something that had shrouded the land for years now at this point. Not unlike the First and how light blanketed the land in eternal daylight, and not unlike the Thirteenth bathed in eternal darkness.

A bright orangish-white light pulsed in the sky before it spread.

“What is that?” came a masculine voice. Looking over, Nomin saw someone who was strikingly similar to Primam. Her brother, no doubt.

“I-I don’t know… Nothing like this has shown up in the history books…” Nomin was speaking…or rather, she was an uncertain Primam. Shortly after her words left her, the light soon engulfed them and several others before the feeling of being submerged happened once more. But this was different -- it was Primam’s experience in traversing the rift.

Tumbling… Tumbling…

Nomin gasped, a new scene before her. Though she normally did not experience an actual soaked feeling, she was absolutely drenched this time. Primam had ended up in a body of water, sputtering and coughing. Nomin could feel how the water burned her lungs, the desperation for air as Primam swam to the closest body of land to right herself.

When eventually Primam got up and looked around within the Echo, Nomin realized she recognized the area: Yanxia, just short of Namai.

“Where…am I…?” was the question that left Primam’s lips before the hum and chatter of the Shiokaze Hostelry started to come back, the vision fading as Nomin blinked her eyes and came back to reality.

“Nomin, are you alright?” Primam asked, seeing that Nomin was shaking her head to rid herself of the feeling she just experienced.

“Don’t worry about me…just something that happens every now and then…” Nomin explained, not wanting to get into the details of her Echo. However, she looked at Primam. She realized now that she was a woman taken to a land not her own. A familiar kinship began to bud within Nomin, even if the circumstances were a bit different.

Taking a long swig of water, Nomin thought of all the questions that bubbled in her mind. She wanted to know more about this land -- this place that Primam was from. But…she supposed she would have to save those questions for such a time perhaps a better friendship could be formed.

[most-tragic-character-tournament]

To tide y’all over until the bracket is finished, here’s a list of every fandom in the tournament! Sorted by when each got its first submission.

It takes time to make the bracket cuz I gotta arrange all of these to be at least semi-equal in popularity to each other, and then make all the edited photos. I’ve been rather busy lately, but it should be up by tomorrow night :)

Minecraft Diaries

The Outsiders

God of War

Ace Attorney

Bungou Stray Dogs

Murdoch Mysteries

Yu-Gi-Oh!

The Raven Cycle

Lego Star Wars

Sanders Sides

Kamen Rider

Castle Swimmer

QSMP

The Magnus Archives

Lego Ninjago

FNAF

Half Life VR But The AI Is Self-Aware

Pokémon

DC Comics

Critical Role

Romeo & Juliet

Macbeth

Witch Hat Atelier

Final Fantasy

One Piece

Warrior Cats

Sonic

Chicory: A Colorful Tale

Trigun Stampede

The Owl House

Ori and the Will of the Wisps

Fallout: New Vegas

MCU

Arthuriana

Tokyo Ghoul

Total Drama Island

Nimona

The Cable Guy

Paranatural

Marble Hornets

Marvel Comics

The Umbrella Academy

Life Series SMP

Fire Emblem

Julie and the Phantoms

Persona 5

Star Wars

Young Justice

Fullmetal Alchemist

Hamlet

The Shadowhunter Chronicles

The Young and the Restless

The Untamed // Mo Dao Zu Shi

Cooking Companions

Demon Slayer

John Wick

Pit People

Battleblock Theater

Star Trek

LittleBigPlanet 2

KinnPorsche

Midnight Museum

The Witcher

Teen Wolf

Beast Wars: Transformers

Lost

The Stormlight Archive

The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

The Arcana

Jujutsu Kaisen

Ultraman Nexus

Antigone

Angel

Revolutionary Girl Utena

Edward Scissorhands

The Mechanisms

91 Days

Assassination Classroom

Death Note

Repo! The Genetic Opera

Pluto

Kikai Sentai Zenkaiger

Bokura

Mabinogi

Battle for Dream Island

Leverage

Twisted Wonderland

The Iliad

Call of Duty

Tangled: The Series

Team Fortress 2

The Goes Wrong Universe

Harry Potter

Bendy and the Ink Machine

DSMP

Live A Live

Real Life

Stranger Things

Malevolent

Red Dead Redemption 2

Ib (2012)

Spies Are Forever

Madoka Magica

Magia Record

My Hero Academia

Ravenous (1999)

Lifesteal SMP S4

Outsiders SMP

Phineas and Ferb

Empires SMP

Ruse of the TMNT

Origins SMP

Frankenstein

The Otterverse RP

GenLoss

Woe.begone

Danganronpa

Witch’s Heart

Project Sekai

The Silmarillion

The Lord of the Rings

Spider-Verse

Helluva Boss

Greek Myth

Percy Jackson

Limbus Company

Rain World

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Homestuck

Markiplier

Mob Psycho 100

Lord of the Flies

Good Omens

Word of Honor

Just Roll With It

Subnautica

Witchcraft SMP

Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun

Realm of the Underlings

Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint

Clangen

Hadestown

Rats SMP

Steven Universe

The Hunger Games

Fate Grand Order

Arcane

Everymanhybrid

Nashville

Welcome to Dreamworld

The Dolls of New Albion

Pact Web Series

Brandon Rogers

Ghost Quartet

The Dragon Prince

Steam-Powered Giraffe

Six of Crows

Torchwood

Deltarune

Bojack Horseman

Epithet Erased

Steins;Gate

Casualty

Tale of the Nine Tailed

Cookie Run

Succession

Purple Hyacinth

The Wicked + The Divine

Outer Wilds

Carnosaur

Miraculous Ladybug

Transformers Comics

Legend of Zelda

Breaking Bad

Devil May Cry

Castlevania

Dragon Age

Smallville

RWBY

Undertale

The Locked Tomb

Mystic Messenger

Black Butler

Interview With a Vampire

Death By Dying

Higurashi When They Cry

Transformers Animated

Pirates SMP

All The Bright Places

Chulip

Ride the Cyclone

Grey’s Anatomy

Empire of Exiles

Octopath Traveler 2

Hello from the Hallowoods

The Burning Sands of Ma’ssob RP

[pinklipstickandsuch]

OC details!

Name: Vivienne Locklear (Vivi for short)

Race: Native American (Lumbee Indian to be specific)

Age: 14 going on 15

Ability: Glitter Eyeshadow - Quite literally a pink, glittery eyeshadow pallet. This pallet can be used to blind people, poison people, and even stick together to make obstacles.

Backstory: Vivienne, a young gyaru girl lives quite a normal life. Due to being the only child in the family, she joined the DOA when her father had recently passed away. Vivienne never let killing and terrorism get in the way of her girlhood. She simply ignored most of that stuff and stuck to things she loves.

Likes: Pink, dressing in any and all gyaru substyles, cats, glitter, shopping sprees using the DOA member’s money, freedom, and strawberry sodas.

Dislikes: Math, cheerleaders, football players, people annoyed with how bold she is, bright lights, missions past 6:30 (18:30) PM, and unnecessary drama.

OOC: rika here! @w3apon0fchoice :3 you can do fanart of vivi in any and all substyles!! i’m fine with doing canon x oc if you ask, but i draw the line at a character past 15. also i am fine with rp stuff whenever so yayyyy ^^

[wispy-candyshop]

✦ nine people i'd like to know better ✦

tagged by @captainqster ♥

last song I listened to: I see fire-Jonathan Young, Colm R. McGuiness, Matthew K. Heafy

favorite color: Turquoise to Bright electric blue

currently watching: Does child shows count? my tv is stolen by child.... WWE Wrestling, documentaries that make me cry,

sweet/savoury/spicy?: Spicy and Savoury. I love bread, rich meats and I love Hispanic spice, a nice chilly spice over jalapeño. Indian and Asian spice is also really good. Not a huge fan of American spiced food XD

relationship status: Married

last thing you googled: marvel super heroes

current obsession: FFXIV, RP, music, Rhea Ripley, work

tagging uhhh some of these are going to be random

@noxvigil @butnobodyhome @wanderxdusk @grymm-art ♥ @cxldblxxded @magioffire @dethdvncer @vicsmusehub @fulgur-caeruleum

[akosti-ppokemon]

There's a knock at your dorm room door!

If you so answer, a young man is stood outside, probably looking down out you. He's holding a shopping bag full of rectangular wrapped parcels.

"Hi there, kid! I'm Arthur! It's nice to meet you!"

He hands you a parcel. It's full of... Chocolate!

[//@bright-knight-star-light, minor rp thing? Take or leave as you please!]

The door opens. The young student at the door looks no older than 14. His hair is somewhat unkempt, with some of it blocking his left eye.

Looking past him, the dorm room is a mess. A dusk ball sits in the center of everything, a small kitchen knife lays on the floor next to it.

The student’s demeanor seems to not match the scenario that must have occurred before opening the door. Nonetheless, the parcel is accepted, and a greeting is given.

“Nice to meet you too! I’m Akosti!”

[starlightandspirits]

There's a knock at your dorm room door!

If you so answer, a young man is stood outside, probably looking down out you. He's grinning joyfully, holding a shopping bag full of rectangular wrapped parcels.

"Coppelia! It's great to see you! How're you feeling?"

He hands you a parcel. It's full of... Chocolate!

[//@bright-knight-star-light, minor rp thing? Take or leave as you please!]

Honestly, when the knock at the door comes, it's at a good time--distracting them from the reading they were doing.

They answer the door, with an eager Misdreavus peering over their shoulder. "It's good to see you, too!" They smile and accept the parcel. "I'm hanging in there, at least... I've been avoiding saying anything on Rotomblr about the current... situation in League Club. Trying to sort out how I feel about things, and waiting to see how it gets handled before I open my mouth, you know?"

[juliandpon]

There's a knock at your dorm room door! If you so answer, a young man is stood outside, probably looking down out you with a nervous grin.

He's holding a shopping bag full of rectangular wrapped parcels.

"Hi there! You're.... Juliana, right? I'm Arthur! It's nice to meet you! This is just... A minor welcome to me. And you!!"

He hands you a parcel. It's full of... Chocolate! [//@bright-knight-star-light, minor rp thing? Take or leave as you please!]

“Oh, thank you!” She says as she takes the parcel. “You didn’t have to. Did you make these?”

[witchtchr]

FIRST MEETINGS MEME A meme for first meetings and introduction threads, aka a ‘What you will notice about my muse first’ cheat sheet. Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Fill in details.  (Please do not remove the credit + blank meme link)

tagged by: @12reset // thank uu! tagging: you, you & one more time you

blank meme: x

GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Masculine. Feminine. Non-Binary. Notes:

Race: human

Complexion: pale with warm undertones

Height: 156 cm / ~5'1"

Body Type: Endomorph. Mesomorph. Ectomorph. Other / More Details:

Body Build: Small. Medium. Athletic. Muscular. Soft. Curvy. Voluptuous. Other / More Details:

Body Hair: None. Shaves/Waxes. Trims/Grooms. Untamed. Color: light brown Notes: n/a

Head Hair: None. Buzzed. Short. Medium. Long. Very Long. Asymmetrical Cut. Color: similar to golden brown Style: usually tied into a simple ponytail with short bangs // loose, ending just around her shoulders

Eye color: light green Details: generally full of live, filled with almost childlike wonder, but in matter of moments they can drop to almost dead like, devoid of any emotion

Scars: multiple scars overlapping at middle of her palms; a severe scar on the shoulder; generally some light scarring such as cuts & gunshots across whole body

FASHION

Fashion Style: Vintage. Traditional. Casual. Artsy. Vibrant. Geeky/Nerdy. Tomboy. Sporty. Trendy. Preppy. Girly. Bohemian. Elegant. Formal. Grunge. Punk. Rocker. Gothic. Other:

Color Palette: (For Example: neutral colors, bold colors, only black, etc) generally black & white

Typical Clothing: dress shirt long/short-sleeved with jeans/dress pants, sneakers & bulletproof apron // black suit & coat

Piercings: none

Tattoos: none

Other Information: most of the times wears an uniform; she never had much chance to expand on her wardrobe

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: bright smile // an empty expression often turning into a hollow smile

Default Body Language: relaxed, open.

General Movements:  (Example: Do they have a limp? A unique walk?) most of the times her movement is very flowy & fast, yet quiet

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence: (Example: Are they a calming presence? An antagonizing one?)  Rita doesn't have one if she doesn't force it, though as a Witch some people have labelled this lack as unnerving. from the Rita perspective it's generally bright, energising presence.  

Appearance: (Example: Tidy, Unkept, etc) tries to be really tidy & generally appears as such, but is a bit unkept & a hoarder, if you were look through the pockets there's everything in them from idols photo to candies & even some loose bullets

Scent: light fruity & sweet perfume, nothing that would be overwhelming for kids, sometimes slight smell of blood under it // overwhelming smell of blood & gunpowder

Voice Description: almost song like at any times.

Accent: yes / no More information: due to assassin training from young age, she was taught to provide as little identifiable things as possible. this alongside being forced to learn multiple languages on fluent level killed most of the accent

Speech Mannerisms: (Formal, informal, curses a lot, etc) generally polite way of speaking; around people she likes, she's quick to think, but even quicker to speak. hums a lot. while in assassin mindset even more humming, but she generally doesn't talk much

Anything else to add? she can really quick switch between the cheerful teacher & cold-blooded assassin, depending on what is needed. she doesn't mind switching out between the personas at first meeting, unless a person is related directly to kindergarten/assassin persona is not needed

[a-krowjones]

A WILD KROW APPEARED!

My AU version of Casey Jones Jr. from Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, who goes by the name of Krow Jones.

WILL ONLY RP WITH 18+ ROLEPLAYERS.

( HOME. ) ( CARRD. ) ( RULES. ) ( MUSE. ) ( MUN. ) ( ASK. )

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It is said that when one does things and later reaps the consequences, the past catches up with them. But what were to happen if one caught up with the past?

Well, that was the story of Krow’s life.

The future was full of unspeakable terror and pain as the war against the Krang raged on, and Krow only got a taste of it. As the end drew near, he was sent back in time on a mission by his sensei to find a key and stop the Krang from taking over the world.

When the key got compromised and the Krang came through the portal, Krow despaired. He knew their doomed fate, and it felt like the final act was playing out in slow motion.

Yet like bold voyagers who chart their own course across the unknown, the heroes of the past blazed the trails of their destiny. With hope in their hearts, they rocked the universe so hard that it sent shock waves through time and space. That day, fate was nudged in a more fortunate direction. Their demise was prevented, and the past timeline was saved from the slimy tentacles of the Krang.

Krow’s mission was complete. Now what was he — a young man from the future, a “time anomaly” (as he had been described by the genius turtle), a person who did not belong there — supposed to do? He had yet to figure that out himself.

Every day was a new adventure, and the ride so far had been pretty intense. If he had his way, Krow would glide along for a bit, get his bearings, and figure out how to survive his biggest challenge yet: the crazy, crowded, noisy, blindingly bright, breakneck-paced past. There was much to see, learn, and do, all while being barraged by overwhelming sensations. Baby steps, the family assured him, were key. But while he took his time discovering the new world of the past, Krow figured that he wouldn’t mind some company.

[silversoulcreations]

Azrael "Azraelagos" Knightly

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Basics Name: Azraelagos

Nickname: Azzy, Knight

Alias: Azrael Knightly

Age: Ancient {15k plus}

Race: Dragon - {Green/Blue Cross} \ Horned Half Elf Visage

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He / Him - They/Them

Sexuality: Homosexual / Polyamorous / Open

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Relationship Status: Single

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Physical Appearance

Hair: sapphire fading through teal to emerald at the tips.

Eyes: bright violet rose ringed in fuschia limbal rings

Complexion: Light tan {emerald and blue mottled scales in Draconid and Dragon forms.}

Height: 6'2" {Visage} - 8'5" {Draconid} - 55' {Dragon}

Weight: 215lbs {Visage} - 310 lbs {Draconid} - 65k lbs {Dragon}

Build: Androgenous, Toned

Piercings: Both ears pierced multiple times in visage form.

Distinguishing Features: Sweeping horns apparent in all forms. Light emerald scaling across visage form in patches.

Common Accessories: Flower crowns in various colors, Kilts, various rings.

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Personal Information

Profession: Healer / Tradesman

Hobbies: Gardening, Stargazing, Singing, Bartending

Languages Spoken / Written: Arcane Linguist! {They can speak, read, and write all known languages.}

Languages Other: Flower Language, ASL

Residence: Bel'Ameth

Birthplace: Ohn'ahran Plains

Common Haunts: Stormwind, Shattrah, Valdrakken, Val'sharah

Likes / Favorites: Gardening, Cuddling, Kilts, Magic, Cute Animals, Romance Novels, Elves {All Elves}, Fluffy Things, Flowers, Music, Dancing, The color Teal or Turquoise.

Dislikes / Fears: Violence, Bullies, Animal Abuse, Cruelty, Corruption {Nightmare Specifically}, Pants, Avocados, The color Yellow. {standard yellow, gold and golden adjacent are okay.}

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Relationships

Partner{s}: None

Children: None

Siblings: Half Sister - Flora

Parents: Deceased

Other Relations: Adopted Sibling - Rythecgos

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Mentality Social Level: Bubbly, friendly, outgoing, flirtatious, occasionally a bit of a himbo.

Positive Personality Trait: Compassionate

Negative Personality Trait: Libidinous

Random Quirk / Tick: His ears twitch, perk and swivel slightly like a cat in his visage form. - Occasionally purrs when exceptionally happy.

Addictions: Attention. He wants attention.

Habits: Tends to grow, and then weave flower crowns when he's bored.

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RP - Hooks

Most of Azrael's adult life has been spent amidst druids of the grove, or else dreaming in the burrow he shared with his half-sister and father. A dreamwarden, like most of his father's flight, he has spent most of his life away from the world as a whole, however a young friend recently convinced him to get out more, and see what he has missed, for good, or ill.

An avid gardener, stargazer, and and overall flora enthusiast, he is perfectly happy to talk anyone's ear off about various flowers, plants, and their healing properties, or aesthetic application.

In his free time, which is quite a bit as of late, he paints, and whittles. Perhaps you are looking for a unique gift for a loved one? He makes each order to personal specifications, and enchants them, when he is asked for that particular service, as well!

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Character Media

[son-of-the-moon-and-sun]

CALA - SON OF THE MOON AND SUN

AU/Canon Divergence Friendly - RULES

Follow From: @eunoiaastralwings

Other RP Blogs: @luthriel-tinuviel | @quiet-flower-wonderlings | @illicit-unknown-shadows | @tears-of-burden

Non-Tolkien: @shadow-hazehuntress | @spider-lily-droplets

Feel free to reach out – with an idea of your own

Artworks: Young Cala | Itilien x Cala | Cala Portrait

Ataresse: Cala

                          - q. light

Amilesse: Lómo

                          - q. twlight

Nicknames: -

Gender: Male

Visual Age: 25

Social Class: Maiar son, within the court of Oromë and Vána

Titles: Maiar son, guardian of the Lunar Eclipses.

Birth Order: Only Child, but sees and treats @quiet-flower-wonderlings (oc) as a little sister.

Weapons: swords, spears, archery

Magical Ability(s): light powers, he can control the blazing heat of light or it’s soothing cool healing powers. Can control Lunar eclipses too.

APPEARANCE:

Height: 7’5

Build: tall, athletic and muscled

Race/Ethnicity: Maiar son

Hair Color: sunny blonde hair, with tint of silvery moonlight

Eye Color: Navy blue

Skin: Olive tanned

Types of Clothes: Mostly robes and his hunting gears (unfortunetely he lacks a lot of fashion sense).

How do they wear their clothes: Neatly and very put together

Mannerisms: strict to the rules of propriety - scowls and lectures if anyone breaks them

Important/Usual Accessories: Crest or emblem of his parents

ABOUT:

Alignment: Lawful Good

Occupation: guardian of the eclipse

Canon Love Interest: Eönwë

RP Love Interests:

Oc Love Interest: @illicit-unknown-shadows

Multiship: Yes

Sexuality: panromantic demisexual

Likes: Reading books of knowledge and mysteries

Dislikes: Anyone breaking rules of propriety, sadistic intendencies

Fears: Morgoth and any of his followers - especially after Melkor tried to make his mother follow him or become his wife.

Favorite Colors: Bright and cool colors

Literature: books of knowledge and mysteries.

Hobbies: healing, reading, hunting.

Favorite Childhood Memory: Learning how to use his powers with the help of his parents and how they come together with form eclipses.

Least Favorite Memory: When Melkor tried to take his mother.

PERSONALITY:

Personal Triggers: Any mention of Melkor trying to wed his mother.

What words or phrases do they over use: “Lights, can it get any worse. . .” or “There are rules one must follow.”

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic: Optimistic mostly, but tended to be more pessimistic after witnessing Melkor trying to ravish his mother and take her as his wife. But slowly optimistic again, knowing his mother was safe with him and his father; that she protected herself.

Love Language: Acts of service, quality time, words of affirmation and physical touch.

Strongest Character Trait: honesty and his loyalty.

Weakest Character Trait: Can be timid at times.

Greatest Fear: Morgoth coming after his mother again.

Overrated Virtue: Prudence and solemnity

If they could change one thing about themselves: His fear or having to witness Melkor almost ravishing his mother. Even though she protected herself, he feels guilty he was not able to do something.

Songs: Don't look back in anger by Oasis, Aching Alchemy of Souls ost by Kassy

[whelpimnauthuman]

Working on a new alien species for an RP with @no-thought-just-bird so thought I'd share them here!

Size: Average of 8 ft tall, have been known to get up to almost 10 ft

They don't have an official name yet (I'm calling them Quill Bears for now bc that's what I imagine the slang term humans use for them is); due to their size and venomous quills.

Description: Large, humanoids with long, hollow fur, long, whip-like tails, and four eyes, the second pair being smaller than the first. They seem very bear-like at first glance, despite their long fur and rodent-like face.

Their fur comes in a wide range of patterns, with colors in shades of black, gray, brown, or green.

Diet: Tree bark, berries, fish, occasionally other meat

Quills and Venom

The Quill Bears quills are actually just long, hollow fur that stiffens as a defensive mechanism; however, said fur is loaded with a paralytic toxin, being stuck with even one will paralyze the largest foe almost immediately. Thankfully, the venom tends to pass rather quickly, with time being tied to the amount of quills (although it's been difficult to get an exact timeframe, as getting pricked by a single quill has proven to be rather difficult). As such, while the venom is (mostly) harmless, accidental overdoses are possible, as well as allergic reactions, and can lead to death if one is too careless. Pure anti-venom is notoriously difficult to come by, as although the composition is overall the same, the venom itself differs from individual to individual.

Culture

Despite what one might think, these spiky aliens have a communal culture, helping raise each other's young and over all living in large communities. Young ones can often be found wrestling each other as parents and family and neighbors watch on, and it's not uncommon to see two Quill Bears casually grooming each other's fur. In fact, most interactions, from greetings to goodbyes, tend to involve some sort of physical contact! This both helps the Quill Bears to "control" their spines to keep from accidentally stabbing someone (especially when they're younger), and help build tolerance and exchange venoms as they meet and spend time with others.

Despite their gentle nature, their large size and threat of accidentally paralyzing someone have given them the reputation of being an immediate threat to most other species, causing them to have a hard time integrating into intergalactic life. Most are unwilling to hire them, and those that do are mostly for physical work such as military or body guards, or similar things; the species is seen mostly as a threat and weapon. As such, most off-planet turn to a life of crime, be it thievery, piracy, or the odd hitman or two. The few who find honest jobs tend to make good healers, botanists, and herbalists.

The intergalactic view of them has caused a bit of a schism for those who wish to integrate with the rest of the universe

Some wish to prove themselves truly harmless. They cut their fur as short as possible, wear as many coverings as possible, and make as little contact as possible, all in the hope of appearing truly docile. Maybe, if they show they mean no harm, they'll be accepted?

Another group, mostly favored by adolescents and young adults, have taken a different approach, keeping their fur long and dying it bright colors they've discovered mean "warning, I'm dangerous!" to other species. These young "punks", as humans would consider them, can often be identified by their bright fur.

Extra:

Very good sense of hearing and smell, eyesight is about the same as a human's. Night vision is shit. Smaller eyes help take in extra light, and are excellent at tracking motion. Helps with their surprising agility, helps with quickly defending themselves.

Adolescents are the size of the average man and are extremely aggressive. Species ages slightly slower than humans

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Tarot Reading Request

Sabrina Rocha, SR

17.06.2004

Sun-Moon-Mercury-Venus-Lilith Gemini ♊️

Person in-question:

Rico P. , RP

29.11.1991

Coworker at gastronomy, shift supervisor most of the times = 2nd Leader in-command, workaholic with no hobbies other than being a gym rat, very charismatic and inspiring to others, works greatly in teamwork, knows how to read people, very strategic and logical….analytic?

ENERGY: Blueish-greenish grey aura (my perspective, now changing slightly to green-neon fireflies surrounding it if his face comes to mind)

From the strangers’ phase since I started working at this restaurant, I’ve noticed he’s gotten a little softer when it comes to me. We joke around sometimes but due to his policy of: “No friends or connections at work”, he keeps his private life and feelings quite hidden. Also has been through some life SHIT (read his blog and found out many things, ranging from bullying to loss of self, to suicidal thoughts and depression. His past was quite dark…and me being shameless in googling him….oops).

I gave him a love letter before the last time we worked together, inviting him for a coffee date and showing him I like him a lot and have interest in him. Also told a bit more about myself. He hasn’t replied or mentioned it as of now. Only thanked me upon the moment of giving it.

VERY recently, I almost got fired, because I have to solve some family financial issues in another country, and when I announced the news of my need to travel, I was THIS CLOSE 🤏 to being fired by my 1st Boss. Rico is probably the better reason I didn’t get fired….alongside a quite logical…convincing explanation of the situation.

I’ll be away for two weeks now. Yesterday after a long work shift, while saying goodbye, were Rico, Ellen (another coworker) and I at the office. I tried to explain the importance of my travel trip to solve these issues and that I really didn’t want to be fired. He joked around with a very sarcastic, BRIGHT (like he is, help) smile:

“You’ll be back by the 18th.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You know what’ll happen if you’re not back by the 18th, right?” -turning smug smile, still playful

(Matching his tone, smile and banter):

“Yeah, the solution/outcome is RESIGNATION/TERMINATION!”

🤡🤪😆

brutal circus mode

But all in all; he means well. Wrote him yesterday thanking him via chat again, and saying I’d buy him souvenirs from Brazil, for him to tell what he wished for. Quoted at the end (like I did in the hand-given letter)

= “When one is already in shit, one can at least enjoy the weather amidst all the chaos around“

ft. Enjoy The Weather - Karmina =

And I can’t help falling even more for him…..delusional, ik. Need to get a grip.

What do you see of the next two weeks, in terms of him missing me, or stressing about the deadline or whatever future and current energy you can grasp from your perspective?

Let me know of any hidden resurfacing information or hints. Thanks!

Hello, Sabrina/SR! Thank you so much for requesting this reading!

Okay, I am going to give you my two cents on this before I give you the reading.

You are very young and this guy you have a crush on is 13 years older than you. Yes, you are both adults, but you are both in very different stages of life and maturity. Also, not to mention, there is another power imbalance with him being your boss at your job which could lead to some bad situations.

Yes, he did stick up for you with your other boss, but did he do that because you're genuinely a great asset to them or because he knows you like him and he wants something from you? This situation could happen again because it seems your other boss is a hardass, but what if you have a falling out with R? Would he still stick up for you then if something like that were to happen again?

I am not judging you. I am just trying to give you some food for thought because of the very unsettling clear power imbalances this could cause if this goes any farther than just being friends.

Now onto the reading. It seems that he feels some sort of frustration and resentment. Very much so. I have a feeling this is related to work. I also see that he's being judgemental and cruel to others. Or possibly others are being that way towards him. It seems he'll be depressed and withdrawn during this time.

I hope this reading resonated with you or helped you in some way!

I hope you have a great day/afternoon/evening!