#captain planet rp

[thesafaribaggirl-returns]

Do you like abandoned places? Mysterious corners of the world where anything might happen? What about nature? Are you taken with cute animals? Do you admire the resilience of plants? Then like/reblog to interact with this AU multimuse which contains AU versions of characters from Kemono Friends, Kemurikusa, Touhou Project and Vtuber Legend such as Kaban-Chan a young tour guide who is always up for having a thrilling adventure or solving a interesting mystery.

All fandoms tagged are ones I want to crossover with.

[infinite-infinite-stars]

I saw that post full of vintage couple photographs a while back and I thought these two in particular had Yona/Mark Captaineer energy.

[ask-emilz-de-philz]

Adam would go on to volunteer training Emilio in hand-to-hand combat in case he'd lose the stone or for emergencies.

Of course that annoys Emilio becoz he knows that Adam's only using that as a cover up for his ulterior motive, being a pervert. Hence, Emilio sometimes calls him Capt. Pervert lol.

If you're not familiar with the lore, please check first part below (link).

FIRST PART ---> https://www.facebook.com/.../pfbid02pqSXc2KsjUpRbtt38BPMa...

#planetputo

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[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Amelia Yilmaz is based on Captain Amelia from Treasure Planet. She is a 31 year old gifted human, pilot, and uses she/her pronouns. She has the power of agility and marksmanship. Amelia is portrayed by Melisa Aslı Pamuk and she is taken.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

People are often told that the sky is the limit, for Amelia, the sky was only the beginning. From the moment she was born, there had been a spark of adventure in Amelia's cat-like eyes, always looking for the next big thing to set her sights on and once they had been set, there was no telling the young girl that she couldn't get what she wanted. It was hard work, there were no easy shortcuts or work arounds, dedication and drive were what got you where you needed to go, and it was this zeal that drew people to Amelia. She was a woman who was meant to go places and they wanted to be a part of that adventure. The woman became a captain of an adventuring crew at a young age, but she had proven her worth and continued to do so over and over again, no one dared stand up to her or try to lessen her achievements by claiming she was just a woman. In the stars, it didn't matter and when, or if, it ever did, Amelia didn't hesitate to put someone in their place. Her crew had been sailing the galaxies for years before she got entangled in the shenanigans of Jim Hawkins and his motely friends, you couldn't really call them a crew, and the normal routine was shaken. As someone with a small circle, constantly growing smaller, it came as a shock when Amelia realized she cared for these people, checking in on them every so often to make sure nothing horrible had happened until one day, she got a response from Doppler that caused her to pivot from her carefully laid plans. Jim and Morph were gone. Out on another adventure and never seen again. Of course, no one would let that stand and a rescue team was quickly put together with Amelia at the helm. For all the journeying she had done, nothing could prepare her for Evermore and the trap that awaited them there. Each member of the crew was affected differently, Amelia could remember their goal and where they had come from, but others landed at varying degrees of what they could remember. It seemed to be a side effect of the town and her intrigue was piqued. What kind of bizarre world had they found and how could they solve the mystery of escaping? She isn't sure yet, but Amelia is determined to figure it out and return to the stars.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Eric Seaver: A lover of the sea, either water or stars, that Amelia enjoys sitting down with and trading stories of their love of adventure, even if he can't quite remember them all ❀ Vidia Şahin: One of her students who excels in class and in the air, she reminds Amelia of herself at that age but wishes she would realize teamwork isn't something to turn her nose up at ❀ James Hook: A fellow captain with a different approach to power. Amelia has a sense of respect for him, but she doesn't always agree with his tactics or his morals

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

[apatheticanachronism]

hello , me again .

i've been reading a bit about life in the seas and oceans . do you have anything to say about sharks ? they seem like beautiful creatures .

stories , information , anything . they went extinct quite a while before i was even hatched .

Whale, I'm n☸ marine bii☸l☸giist. M☸st ☸f my days in the ☸cean were spent hunting rather than studying, but I can try and give y☸u s☸me random facts ab☸ut them.

There's many types ☸f sharks (I was g☸ing t☸ put the 1☸wb1☸☸d term here f☸r the name, but i f☸rg☸t what it was). ☸ver 400, if I remember c☸rrectly.

Sharks d☸n't actua11y like the taste ☸f tr☸11, but ☸bvi☸usly if it's their ☸nly ☸pti☸n they'11 eat them.

I knew this ☸ne fr☸m bef☸ar, if there's m☸re than ☸ne shark in the w☸mb, ☸ne wi11 canniibaliize the rest.

C☸☸kie cutter sharks are these tiny 1itt1e sharks that attach t☸ ☸ther sea creatures like parasites and then take chunks ☸ut ☸f them, like the name iimpliies. This is what a bite l☸☸ks like.

Pr☸bably my fav☸rite extinct animal, this shark was 20+ meters in size. Shame they aren't ar☸und anym☸re. ☸r i guess, lucky they aren't ar☸und anym☸re. But i w☸uld have l☸ved t☸ ki11 ☸ne.

[pkmoth]

THE ASK-A-PALOOZA HAS STARTED!!! [AUGUST 4th–31st]

Happy asking, and happy answering!!! Askers, make sure to read people's intros/FAQs before asking stuff, and participants, make sure to have fun and pace yourselves!! If you're an artist, make sure to take breaks and stretch regularly :]

Also, in case you missed it (because it was kind of spontaneous and recent), I will be reblogging all event related posts to @motherbound-askapalooza!! If you don't want me archiving your posts, just let me know!!

ALSO also, if you're not on the list but decide you want to participate, you can still join mid-event!! All are welcome :D

PARTICIPANTS:

(I tried summarizing your intros in 1-2 sentences, let me know if anything seems off!!)

FULL MONTH:

*@defector-commander [INTRO] - A canon divergent AU where Claus malfunctions two years into the timeskip and breaks free of his brainwashing, going into hiding inside the chimera lab.

*@askmagicantprince [INTRO] - Magicant!Ninten AU! Everything is perfect in Magicant :)

@pk-ghost [INTRO] - Ness and Lucas take a break from SSB to visit different worlds!

*@commandernachos (most weekends + fridays) [INTRO] - A Chimera Ness and Porky AU!

@turnaboutfromnowhere [INTRO] - A Mother 3 x Ace Attorney crossover AU, where askers take the role of Phoenix Wright in Claus's trial for the murder of "Mr. Pig".

*@jefferson-earthbound [INTRO] - A Jeff RP account!

*@stearix-ask-magikin [INTRO] - An AU where Lucas is raised by Locria after Hinawa goes missing and Flint spends all his time trying to find her.

@kerushi-lemonz [INTRO] - Their Reliving the 80s AU! Tatsuro (Ness) and his friends are having strange dreams where they have different identities (their mother series counterparts).

@nucas-roof [INTRO] - Ness, Lucas, and the OMINOUS HOLE IN THE CEILING?!

@askfuelcas [INTRO] - Lucas and Fuel, featuring Claus as well!

*@ask-commander-arild [INTRO] - Post-Mother 3, the pigmask army is repurposed by Claus in he name of peace. Arild, a former captain of the old army, is now the commander of the new army.

@ghostbox99 [INTRO] - Porky wakes up in an abandoned city one day, with only an old computer (and you, the askers) to keep him company.

*@theworldreturning [INTRO] - A post-Mother 3 AU, where the new world takes place in an alternate post-Mother 2 universe (with the inclusion of the Nowhere Islands).

@quirkyearthboundinspireddinner [INTRO] - The protagonist of eggnogisdead's comic! Ten years after the events of Earthbound, Giegue's planet wages war against earth.

@butacyanide [INTRO] -The Earthbound characters!

*@daily-dose-of-lucas [INTRO TBA] - Ask Lucas!

NOT FULL MONTH (in order of week(s) participating):

@misticfog (week 1) [INTRO] - Li'l Miss Marshmallow!

@tonys-room (weeks 1-2) [INTRO] - Mostly canon compliant, except Tony has PSI and the ability to see through the fourth wall.

@twothpaste (weeks 1-2) [INTRO] - Their Intermission AU! A modern AU of the Earthbound/Mother 3 casts in college, dealing with real-world problems (and, of course, playing D&D).

*@judgment-days (weeks 1-2) [INTRO] - Corruption AU trio! King Lucas and a severely mushroomized Ness are brought in by Giygas and Cosmic Commander Ninten for questioning.

*@kellanzy (weeks 2-3) [INTRO] - Lovebound AU: a post-Mother 3 AU where all the protagonists (and Giegue) meet in the newly made world.

@projectc-114 (weeks 2-3) [INTRO] - Takes place after Claus is kidnapped and brainwashed, but before he becomes the commander. The scientists at the lab call him C-114.

*@pkmoth (weeks 2-4) [INTRO] - Swap AU Claus and Lucas in Smash Mansion! (intro TBA)

*@tanejineri (week 4) [INTRO] - An AU Claus called Commander Samuel!

PRE-EXISTING ASKBLOGS JOINING:

*@plutothenotdwarfplanet [INTRO] - A gieeg OC!

*@masterporky [INTRO] - A Pokey/Porky Minch RP blog!

*@ask-the-fever-four [INTRO] - Mayhem AU!

*@ask-clausten [INTRO] - Clausten! >:D

*up for rp

[novella-writers]

Mercy, pirates and star fleets: a sci-fi story

”When you dare to stare in the eyes of someone whose fate mirrors yours, no one can blame you for wanting to try and change its course.”

Hey there my fellow space exploring pals and writers from previously uncharted worlds! I am once again on the hunt for some sci-fi based goodness intertwined with an overly generous helping of drama, spaceships, lasers, aliens, romantic endeavours, intergalactic sized portions of chaos, moments of tenderness and heartbreaks, more lasers, some cool tech and a story that leaves us hanging on the edge of our seats whilst we eagerly await the next reply with a few unexpected plot related twists and turns thrown in to keep us on our toes.

What I’m looking for right now specifically is an story revolving around two characters, one of whom is a particularly Nefarious and well known space pirate that frequently terrorises anyone who is unfortunate enough to stray too close to uncharted areas of deep space whilst the other is a alliance captain who is widely viewed as a hero for their ability to single-handedly take down and capture some of the galaxies most dangerous criminals with near perfect success every time they’re encountered, that are forced to band together after a intense space battle results in the damaged ship they were duelling on hurtling towards a nearby planet and the decision to flee is made for both of them by the pirate in what can only be described as a unexpected but presumably sinisterly motivated act of mercy on their behalf.

Why does the pirate decide to rescue their enemy instead of just finishing them off and saving themselves? Well dear reader and potential fellow writing partner, that is up to us to figure out and I’m more than happy to hear any ideas or theories you may have. Maybe they were former friends who split after going down different paths in life. Maybe the pirate isn’t as big and bad as the wanted posters or news stories make them out to be. Maybe the captain has something of value to the pirate that they need to be alive for. Anything is possible provided it fits the theme of the story. I am also open to it being the captain who makes the decision to save both themselves and the pirate instead and I have no preference for who plays who, so don’t hesitate to say if there’s one role that you have your eyes set on more than the other and claim it.

IMPORTANT DETAILS, PARTNER REQUIREMENTS AND OTHER THINGS:

-I am looking for someone who can write a minimum of at least three to four properly fleshed out and detailed paragraphs per response in third person past tense as well as a decent grasp on spelling, grammar and punctuation. One liners, single paragraph responses, rushed out replies with frequent spelling mistakes that go uncorrected and constantly swapping between tenses are a no go for me.

-I would like to aim for at least one to two responses per day/every other day, but I am open to planning a schedule with my partners depending on their overall availability so long as there are at least three days of the week where they are able to make a post for the rp and I’m given a heads up about any changes that may need to be made due to life related things outside of our control. I am not open to only receiving one response a week or less than that.

-I am looking for a long term rp partner who is also open to having multiple threads/plots/stories/etc running at the same time or at our leisure. I’m not looking for a short term story that is over and done with in just a couple of days before we part ways and never hear of each other ever again.

-I am in the AEST time zone. Whilst I have no trouble working with people who are in different time zones, please be aware that this might cause a bit of schedule clashing depending on how many hours behind or ahead of you I may be and what times you are available to chat with.

-I am a big fan of ooc chat and love nothing more than opening up discord on my phone to find that I have been flooded with messages containing ideas for the rp, silly little goofy character scenes, memes or even just a funny story about something that happened during the week. As long as I am not being spammed with “you there?” “When will you reply?” “Hello?” Or something similar, you are free to message me at any time even if I am not actively online.

-All writers and characters must be 20+. No exceptions will be made in regards to this rule.

-I only play male characters and they’re all aliens. If you do not like the idea of playing against aliens that may have/has fur, claws, fangs, tails, the ability to walk on ceilings, multiple limbs or just anything that doesn’t look like it could be anything else besides a regular earthborn human and lacks any noticeable features to help distinguish them as another species, then I am not the rper for you. I do not care if you wish to play as a human or alien provided it doesn’t look like a xenomorph or insectoid like alien, isn’t made from slime, doesn’t have magical powers, isn’t telepathic and can function in harsh or combative environments without automatically being severely handicapped in some way because their helmet broke and they can’t survive without it due to being unable to breathe without water or they’re blinded by regular lighting and cannot adapt to it.

-I often incorporate certain themes and topics in my stories which may include, but are not limited to: gore, violence, war, PTSD and how that may affect the way a character interacts with others, disabilites, major injuries or illnesses and how they’re treated, abuse, character loss or death, torture, etc. any and all limits will be discussed prior to the planning stages of the rp itself but please keep in mind that I’m not the kind of person who skimps on the dark and gritty parts of a story (barring a few very specific exceptions) so if you are not comfortable with this, I am not the rper for you.

-Romance is my bread, slow burn is my butter. Together they help create the perfect sandwich that I absolutely adore. Gimme that drama which comes with realising that the guy who was only a few seconds away from shishkabobing you with his cutlass is kinda hot, let them simmer in the tension those feelings cause and stew flusteredly over the little things they both find cute about each other, engage in a bit of insulting (banter) that leaves the characters going “dang….they’re good.”, mercilessly plunge them into the pits of emotional despair when one of them gets hurt, let em see the best and worst sides of each other. Don’t be afraid to sling any ideas that may make it all the more dramatic-er wholesome either! Just don’t get too carried away and let it completely overtake the main story. Pairings wise MxM is what I prefer the most but I’ll also happily indulge in a FxM (with me playing the male character) couple as well. I will not play the role of a female character as part of either a primary or secondary romantic pairing so don’t come to me if you’re looking for someone to do that for you.

-Spice (smut) is a ingredient that I add to all of my rp’s and I don’t like to skimp (fade to black) on when it comes to sprinkling it in amongst the main storyline, but it’s also not something that will come first over anything else either. I like to keep things 50/50 when it comes to having a story to smut ratio and do not wish to have one exceed the other in excessive amounts. I am not a fan of strict dom/sub roles when it comes to bedroom dynamics and will only accept characters who are switches/tops who don’t mind swapping places every now and then, I will not play against submissive bottoms who have no intention of reciprocating or have to be constantly guided on what to do.

-Please keep your time travellers, dimension hoppers, androids, heavily augmented cyborgs,overly emotionally fragile characters, characters who need to be constantly looked after or guided by mine, characters who are blinding rays of sunshine that never feel any negative emotions whatsoever and those who may be more suited to a entirely setting, genre or role at home please.

-I only write on discord due to the ability to make servers so that everything stays neat and organised/easily accessible within its own little category. I will not write on any other platform.

-usual rp etiquette rules such as don’t control my characters,don’t rewrite a whole scene without asking first, don’t overstep any boundaries, let me know if something comes up (if possible), please actively contribute to world building/plotting and have fun also apply.

Still with me? AWESOME! For anyone who is interested in diving headfirst into this interstellar adventure with me please shoot me an introductory dm on discord that has your time zone, your availability, your preferred role and pairing, what you liked about the idea and your favourite food so that I know you read through everything. Anyone who messages me with “rp?” or “hey I’m interested!” will be ignored.

My discord: tiberionwars

Time to fly!

[a-fantastic-time]

First Contact! (Open RP)(Futa/Any)

It was normal for any space station to be a buzz with excitement when a new species enters the fold. The different cultures, technologies, and even genes to be added to the melting pot of what could be studied tended to gather plenty of notice. Unfortunately the Drakken weren't exactly given a warm reception. Given their large bodies, and aggressive appearances, not to mention their fierce demeanors. They were swiftly scouted as hired muscle, illegal trafficking, and sex work. Their tough bodies, and nearly endless wells of stamina, they were almost seen as being made for any sort of labor. It was not uncommon to have them be seen working construction or repairs across any station or planet side project. Although the Galactic council had in recent months only seen the added species as nothing but volatile and in need of possible restrictive access to off planet resources.

A loud metallic clang was heard as Andrameda carried the fuel cell onto the ship she had just been hired onto. The four-armed behemoth of a woman sighs as she turns to her captain. "This all you needed help with? I honestly cannot see how you smaller species even made it off your world."

[corrupted-starcharts]

-{{ Corrupted Starcharts }}-

A No Man's Sky RP/Ask Blog following the journeys of a small collective of Travellers and their companions.

Character introductions and info under the cut, as well as a deeper dive into this blog as a whole. Please note that some liberties may have been taken with No Man's Sky's storyline and lore!

-{{ The Collective }}-

-{{ Twin-Iteration: Raskol }}-

Pronouns: They/Them

Specialties: Cosmology, Language, Agriculture, Communications

-{{ Cosmologist // Phantom }}-

Raskol is counted among the universe's oldest Travelers. Around since the early days, they have lived more lifetimes than they care to count. Taciturn and a bit socially stunted, it was until very recently that Raskol largely kept to themself. They dip their hands into numerous projects and fields, but their work begins and ends with, well- the beginning and end of the universe. In fact, they are determined to see this universe to its end; Raskol is constantly fighting their body breaking down- they must find or build a new body before every 16th death, lest they risk being lost to the World of Glass indefinitely. Though known for being particularly grumpy, Raskol is attentive and protective to those they care for. And they're finally learning how to be more fun, to boot. It's probably the Nipnip. Particularly sensitive to the V̸͈͎͚̹̓̑ͅổ̷̯͎̍̇͠i̶̳͕̫̻̓̅d̵̡̹̮̹͚̒̾͝.

Trivia:

Interceptor Callsign: Purged-EVA

Commander of Vy'Keen Freighter CSV-16 Parhelion

Overseer of Korvax Settlement Humend's Crossing

Often settles on paradise, swamp, or dissonant planets

Fluent in Korvax, ATLAS, and Autophage

Runs a pirate radio station alongside Iteration: Onfim; Raskol typically broadcasts from the Isdoraijung and Eissentam galaxies

Cultivated a strain of Nipnip that will knock your boots off

Spent many lifetimes convinced they were a Korvax entity

Rebuilt Priest Yamazyv is their partner, they are more or less together again after millennia of separation

Difficult to anger, but their anger sure is terrifying

Took Iteration: Threnody under their wing, more or less "mothers" them

Raskol's Tags:

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-{{ Twin-Iteration: Onfim }}-

Pronouns: He/They

Specialties: Tech Development, Mechanics and Cybernetics, Piracy, Smuggling, Hacking and Data Siphoning

-{{ Hellion // Virus }}-

Onfim, by all accounts, is not supposed to exist. A fragment of a fragment, an iteration of an iteration. During one of Iteration: Raskol's stints in the World of Glass following a death in Odyalutai, a fragment of their soul broke away, later forming into its own separate and fully formed individual, spawned into a new universe of his own. His universe turned out to be incredibly unstable, however; and after being caught in a timeloop for... weeks? Months? Onfim found himself somehow shunted out of his own universe and into Raskol's. This transition was not a gentle one, and much of their torso and arms had to be rebuilt by Polo. Prone to reckless decisions, his body has ended up in need of constant repair and revision; a recent addition of an Atlas Terminal's panel to his heart casing may have been a mistake, but it's f̴̰̎̎ǐ̷͇̓̽ņ̴̻̖͇̌͊͘̕e̶̯̦͛̚͜. Capricious, fickle; a wonderful friend to have and a terrible enemy to make. Onfim is a social butterfly who never stays in one place for long. Known to be quite ruthless in piracy dealings but, at heart, he's just a goofy little punk.

Trivia:

Interceptor Callsign: Burning-Hellkite

Co-captain of Gek freighter CSV-22 Tresserhorn alongside Pirate Lord Agni

Overseer of Vy'Keen settlement Sajiru's Crossing

Settles on desert and radioactive planets; avoids extreme weather and storms at all costs

Fluent in ATLAS, Gek, Vy'keen, Autophage

Runs a pirate radio station alongside Iteration: Raskol; Onfim primarily broadcasts from the Euclid and Calypso galaxies

Iteration: Kestrel is his partner :)

Onfim's Tags:

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-{{ Iteration: Kestrel }}-

Pronouns: She/They

Specialties: Big-Game Hunting, Archaeology, Paleontology, History, Tracking and Survival

-{{ Historian // Cursebearer }}-

In her early years, Kestrel cared little for exploration and discovery. She was something of a big-game hunter, often contracted by various guilds for jobs tracking and hunting Titan Worms and Biological Horrors. Her hunting days came to an abrupt end when she was unknowingly hired to kill a Leviathan- an encounter she refuses to talk about. One by one, she watched her entire squadron go down as the creature rightfully defended itself. Kestrel's hesitance saved her- barely. A piercing song hit her ship, forcing all systems to fail and shut down, sending her crashing to her death. The song hit her brain, too, like a railspike through her right eye and ear, blinding and deafening her. As she recovered from her time in the World of Glass, Kestrel staunchly avoided her old life. Somehow, she found a taste for archaeology and paleontology, finding an appreciation for history, ancient things. Ruin excavation and treasure hunting can be a thrill in its own way.

Trivia:

Interceptor Callsign: Singing-Venatrix

Commander of Korvax freighter CSV-23 Dreadmaw

Overseer of Gek settlement Edostryo Water

Often settles on swamp and infested planets

Fluent in Gek, Vy'keen, and ATLAS

She is terrified of Living Ships, Organic Frigates, and the like; this includes Iteration: Threnody

Iteration: Onfim is her partner :)

She has fitted her right eye with a cybernetic replacement made from Atlantideum and Salvaged Glass; it serves as her analysis visor/scanner

Kestrel remains deaf in her right ear

Particularly fond of building bases within ruins

Kestrel's Tags:

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-{{ Iteration: Threnody }}-

Pronouns: They/It/She

Specialties: Astrocartography, Navigation, Divination, Music, Communications

-{{ Astrocartographer // Seer }}-

Only a Traveler in part, Threnody is the result of a glitch. When a Traveler and their Living Ship perished simultaneously, an error occurred upon their arrival to the World of Glass which merged the two entities: the Traveler's body with the Ship's soul- though the Ship did end up having some influence on their new body. Softhearted, incredibly emotional, and afraid of most things. Threnody largely keeps to themself, unless Iteration: Onfim insists on dragging them around. Threnody is still trying to figure out what their 'purpose' is, after a long time of guilt. They follow rather than lead, going wherever they are needed.

Trivia:

Interceptor Callsign: Forsaken-Harmony

Reluctant commander of Vy'keen freighter CSV-24 Whalesong

Overseer of Vy'keen settlement Yetrint's Eve

Prefers dissonant, exotic, and infested planets

Fluent in Korvax, Vy'keen, and ATLAS

Aside from Raider and Support crews provided by Onfim and Raskol, Threnody's entire fleet consists of Cosmic Megafauna

They have two sets of eyes; the second set is usually (mostly) closed, and when open, they expand Threnody's vision into the Infrared/Ultraviolet ranges

Threnody's Tags:

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-{{ The Crew }}-

-{{ Yamazyv }}-

Pronouns: They/Them

Specialties: History, Metaphysics, Religion, Cosmology, Cybernetics

-{{ Rebuilt Priest // Harbinger }}-

Yamazyv was a Priest-Entity who was among Korvax Prime's casualties at the hands of the First Spawn in Iteration: Raskol's universe. Left to fester and rot in the World of Glass for eons, Yama's resentment for the Gek, the Korvax who lived, the ATLAS, and the universe at large, only grew. With the Voidmother's resurgence, Yamazyv was given a second chance. Scraps of their shell found by Raskol during a tense stint in the Odyalutai galaxy, they and Iteration: Onfim worked together to rebuild the fallen priest. Brooding and vengeful, much of the crew is rather unsettled by the Rebuilt Priest, even Raskol- despite the love they hold for their old partner.

Trivia:

Interceptor Callsign: Little-Sister

Co-commands Iteration: Raskol's freighter, the CSV-16 Parhelion

Overseer of Korvax settlement New Esakure

Typically settles on radioactive, dissonant, or frozen planets

Fluent in Korvax and Autophage

Nearly killed Pirate Lord Agni during several of their first meetings, but now they get along almost too well

Yamazyv's Tags:

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-{{ Agni }}-

Pronouns: They/Them

Specialties: Piracy, Smuggling, Weapons Development, Sabotage and Demolition

-{{ Pirate Lord // Destroyer }}-

Agni was born into what was, at a point in time, one of the most affluential and high-rated trade families in their sector of Eissentam- until, that is, Agni brought the whole damn thing down themself, with the help of some particularly irate Vy'keen pirates. They've actually had numerous dealings with the Corrupted Starcharts gang- they were among old Iteration: Kestrel's hunting crew; the fact that they survived the Leviathan's retaliation is a feat they will take every opportunity to brag about, much to their old squadmate's dismay. When Kestrel could not be found, they returned to piracy, plain and simple, and met Iteration: Onfim. The two (now three, since Kestrel has been found) are thick as thieves, causing all sorts of havoc together.

Trivia:

Interceptor Callsign: Vile-Ironhand

Co-captain of the CSV-22 Tresserhorn, alongside Iteration: Onfim

Overseer of Gek settlement Linik's Eve

Usually prefers swamp or desert planets

Fluent in Gek and Vy'keen

Agni's Tags:

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-{{ OOC Blog Info }}-

Hi, call me Shy or Crow! I'm the fella running this blog. My main is @blackcr0wking, and I have an art blog- @blackcr0wkingart - as well, some posts from which may end up in here. ;D

Anyway. I've been playing No Man's Sky on Playstation since release in 2016, and though I've fallen off of it here and there, it always pulls me back in. :'3 If you'd ever like to meet up/hang out in-game, feel free to shoot a message for my PSN and/or NMS friend code!

Posts on this blog are made both in and out of character depending on content as well as my energy levels at the time. In/out of character posts should usually be tagged as such (as long as i remember to do so); though I do also distinguish character posts by color, as follows:

》 Raskol's broadcasts are denoted by a deep violet.

》 Onfim's are marked by red-orange.

》 Kestrel's text is accented with teal.

》 Threnody's posts are marked with sky blue.

》 Yamazyv's broadcasts bear a deep, muted gold.

》 Agni's text is a dark olive green.

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[commanders-sole-braincell]

Kinda wanna make a character who just manages the Commander or like other fighters

Theyre the producer type just hanging round fight rings tryna talk deals, all about that gold, secretly will throw down for folk,but has again zero morals when golds on the line. Real captain silver from treasure planet type

I think thatd be a really fun way to rp with folks

[tup-ika-5385]

Umbaran Shadows and Blue Milk Ice Cream

Summary: 

Nearly six months after Umbara, Tup still can’t push away his alarm as he wakes up in a familiar darkness. After a nightmarish encounter, he finds comfort in a quiet moment with his vod.

Inspired by old rp threads with @clonetrooperdogma and @umbaranshadow!

AO3 Link: Here

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Cold shadows and familiar mist filled Tup’s vision. When he closed his eyes, he’d been safe in the barracks, but now dull purples and neon reds surrounded him on all sides. His stomach clenched with dread, but he knew he was back on Umbara. 

Crouching in a dark trench, he could feel the grit between his fingers, and chills went up his spine as he heard a terrifyingly familiar voice, guttural and irate. With a sharp intake of breath, he muttered, “I-It can’t be–”

Turning around, he nearly came face-to-chest with General Krell, the Besalisk towering over him like always, looking down his nose at Tup. He glanced around, for an escape or one of his brothers, he didn’t know, but he was completely alone. 

“Well… CT-5385… looks like you’re all alone. Run out of brothers to kill?” Voice dripping in cruelty, Krell gestured behind him to a pile of bodies, stacks of armor bleeding with golden-yellow and blue. At the word “brothers,” his lips curled with smug irony.

“G-General Krell, I-I… how–” Tup flinched despite himself, thinking of all the lives he’d taken on that force-forsaken planet, and how many brothers had died by Krell’s hand.

In the back of his mind, a small portion of his subconscious realized that he was dreaming; he had to be. So with his arms still shaking, he curled his hands into fists and turned to Krell, eyes angry.  “You’re not a General anymore, you don’t deserve that honor. And Captain Rex said we’re men! Not numbers! A-And you’re dead! You can’t hurt any of us, not anymore!”

Krell gave a harsh laugh, seeming to get taller as he towered over Tup. “Pitiful… is that what you tell yourself in order to comfort your little clone friends? You are men?”

He leaned down so he was face-to-face with Tup, a harsh hand jabbing his chest. “You are an experiment! An abomination!” 

Knocking aside his helmet, Krell gripped Tup’s head in one large hand, gesturing to his armor and hair. “You think these little trinkets make you an individual? Make you human? They don’t! You and the rest of you clones… are nothing but meat shields! Pawns in a higher game– one that your incompetent little minds cannot comprehend! You were made to die for nothing!”

Tup struggled in Krell’s grip, reaching for his blaster but coming up empty. His feet scrabbled as Krell lifted him off the ground. Chest bursting with helpless rage, Tup grit out, “I-I’m not afraid– Do your worst!” Feeling around his belt, Tup managed to get a hand on his vibroknife.

Krell’s voice took on a sickly-sweet tone. “You should be very afraid, CT-5385... I may be dead, but you are not. You cannot harm me, but I am more than ready to harm you...  Just ask Dogma.. He’s already had a taste.. A small one but, an experience nonetheless.. His real pain will come from killing you.”

Tup’s eyes widened when, all of a sudden, Dogma appeared beside them, gun in hand, shaking and looking as distraught as Tup had ever seen him, and that’s when Tup made his move. With an angry yell, he struck in one swift blow, aiming for Krell’s arm around his neck, but with a simple wave of his other hand, Krell knocked the blade across the room. He smiled cruelly at Tup in a way that sent chills down his spine. “As I said.. pitiful.”

Disarmed but not fully restrained, Tup put all his strength into a last ditch swing, aiming for Krell’s jiggling throat sack like he wished he’d had the courage to do all those days ago. He thought to himself, knowing it could be the last thing he did. “For my vode, who I wish I could have helped when it mattered…”

Rough hands restrained Tup’s, and all of a sudden, a single shot of blasterfire went off. A burning pain pierced Tup’s abdomen and the world faded to black.

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Jerking awake with one hand on his vibroknife, Tup gasped for breath, still feeling the non-existent blaster wound in his chest. He took a few shuddering breaths before standing up, making his way to the fresher. He splashed his face a few times, trying to stop his hands from shaking. “J-Just a dream, di’kut…”

He looked at his reflection in the mirror with a sigh. It’s been six months since Umbara, to the day, and it still shook him up inside. He grimaced at the small bags under his eyes, hair a tangled mess. Shaking his head, he grabbed a hairtie on his wrist and corralled it into a poor attempt for a bun, hands still fighting for steadiness.

With his heart still trying to beat out of his chest, he sighed to himself. There’s no way he’d be able to fall back asleep after a nightmare like that. He muttered tiredly, “Maybe I’ll head to the mess, get something to drink… try to clear my head.” 

Exiting the fresher, Tup made his way to the mess hall. He hoped Dogma was getting better sleep than him; he’d heard his vod muttering in his sleep earlier, but had decided to let him be. As he walked down the halls, he checked his chrono, learning that it was nearly 0200. Rounding the corner, Tup looked up and nearly collided with another trooper still in their blacks. 

The other trooper had been almost racing the opposite direction when their paths met, and Tup started when he recognized their familiar V-shaped tattoo. “Sorry, I– Tup? What are you doing awake?” Dogma jumped a little at the realization, shoulders tense.

Tup gave him a brief smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Hey Dogma… couldn’t sleep. Bad dreams…” He glanced at his brother, noticing a familiar worry-line on his forehead. “... you okay? You look a little stressed.”

Dogma straightened, biting his lip and looking away from Tup. “No, I’m fine.” He fidgeted with the sleeves of his blacks, a tell they’d both shared since Kamino, so Tup pressed a little.

“Do you mean “no, I’m not fine,” or “yes, I’m fine?” Because it sounds more like the first one to me, vod.”

Dogma hesitated, glancing back at Tup reluctantly, noticing for the first time how messy his hair was. Tup’s hair had two main states: down and relaxed or up and tight, passing any GAR inspection. Unless someone else was trying out new hairstyles on him, Tup didn’t really do messy buns, except for now, that is. Paired with his fake smile and minutely shaking hands, they didn’t give Dogma a good picture. 

Head tilting in quiet concern, he ignored Tup’s question, asking, “What about you? Nightmares don’t usually have you this worked up.”

Tup sighed, running one hand through his hair. “I’ll be okay in a little. It’s just… Krell again…” He wrapped his arms around himself. “I was back on Umbara, and he was there… calling us meat droids and pawns. I tried to fight him, b-but I was useless. Couldn’t even throw a punch at that stupid throat sack of his… a-and then he ordered you to shoot me…” 

Hands shaking as he clenched them into fists, Tup rubbed his forehead in defeat. “... sometimes I wish we could forget Umbara altogether…”

Dogma went pale at the mention of Umbara, breath catching in his throat. “Wait, you– that’s… that’s not possible! He-he can’t–” He broke off, shaking his head rapidly. 

Swallowing thickly, Dogma’s eyes filled with dread. “He… he told me that I was going to hurt you– that your blood would be on my hands… I-I dreamed I was on Umbara, and there was a blaster in my hands, and–” He gripped his head with his hands, eyes shut tightly as he started to hyperventilate.

Tup’s eyes widened in surprised concern. “Woah, Dogma, hey… it’s okay, vod…” He reached for Dogma, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder, telegraphing his movements so Dogma could push away if he wanted. 

Lightly squeezing his shoulder, Tup spoke again. “None of this is your fault, a-and none of it was your fault back then either. Krell’s gone; h-he can’t hurt us anymore.” 

He gestured to his clean blacks, not a spot on them or any sign of injury. “Look, see? I’m okay, Dogma. We’re okay…” Slowly, not wanting to startle him further, Tup leaned forward to tap their foreheads together, like they’d do as cadets, the arm on his shoulder light enough to allow Dogma to escape if he needed space, but heavy enough to ground him back in the present.

Dogma forced himself to calm down a little, fighting to sync his breathing to Tup’s. He leaned into Tup’s embrace until the tightness in his chest started to ease a little bit. Voice hoarse, he muttered, “Yeah, I… Sorry– Sorry…” He stayed like that for a little longer before pulling away, finally managing some semblance of calmness.

Tup let Dogma pull away, looking relieved as he calmed down a little. Focusing on Dogma kept his own worry at bay. “I don’t mind, Dogma… you don’t need to apologize, vod. Especially not for that.” Looking around the empty hallway, he decided to sit down so his back was against the wall, and after a beat, Dogma joined him. “Sorry for scaring you, I-I just… it made me worry too, you know?”

Dogma nodded in understanding, not that he’d ever blame Tup for his own issues. He let out a small exhale, looking away again. “Still, it’s a bit of a coincidence that we both had the same dream.” Dogma muttered, breath slowing as he was reassured by Tup’s presence.

“I heard Kix call it the anniversary effect one time, maybe a month after the campaign. Besides, we’re closer than most vode; it’s not too surprising that we’d share dreams.” Tup gave him a small smile, this one reaching his eyes a little more than the last one.

Leaning back against the wall, Tup huffed to himself as he felt his stomach grumble lightly. He hadn’t been very hungry at dinner that night, with the mess hall unusually quiet. Glancing back at Dogma, he asked, “Have you eaten since training, Dogma? Didn’t see you at late-meal tonight.” 

Dogma hesitated for a beat longer than he should have, knowing he’d been caught. “Wasn’t hungry… why?”

“Well, I was heading to the mess hall before we ran into each other. Do you want to come with me? We could both use a midnight snack. Besides, it’d be nice to not be alone… unless you were planning on going back to bed?” He gave Dogma a slightly smug look, knowing full well that neither of them would be sleeping anytime soon. 

A look of mild annoyance made its way onto Dogma’s face, knowing he was caught. He sighed. “Fine, I’ll go with you. Just because I have nothing better to do. And you’re right, a snack wouldn’t hurt.”

Tup grinned, starting to stand up before offering a hand to Dogma, which he hesitantly accepted. “You know, I think there’s still some ice cream in the stasis freezer. Perfect for a midnight snack– or a 0200 snack, I guess.” He clarified as Dogma opened his mouth, about to correct him on the time. 

They made their way to the kitchen, where they found and easily made their way through a half-carton of blue milk ice cream. And if they sat a little bit closer than usual on the durasteel benches in the dimly-lit mess hall, neither of them said anything.

[thesafaribaggirl-returns]

I know I posted this on my old Kaban blog but if anyone else out there rps a muse from a science, nature, animal themed or educational kids shows I'd love to interact. Kaban is the tour guide for a Japanese nature park and while her source material is an educational kids show it has a large adult fanbase and I usually play her as a PG rated science fiction/fantasy character but if anyone else actually does play a educational kids show muse I'd love to throw Kaban at you.

[mewdragonlord101]

treasure planet oc sneak peek

my treasure planet oc here a small little sneak peek

Full Name :  Astra Elara Vaughan

past name austin Elara Vaughan

name meaning star

Alias/Nickname: The Viper Blade, star,Rea, Asty, Astro, austin hate that name as it was her real name

Age: 17 or 24 depends on the rp but her main age is 17 in most rp

Galactic Birthplace: Nova Prime city

planet Astralum 

Residence: The Shadow Serenade (mobile spacecraft)

Gender: trans male to Female( she found out or when he was young 4  that she was a female an her parents were both proud of her or him  being who she was an that they love her an now she been living as a girl her past name was austin an she did surgery when she was 10 to become fully female  )

Pronouns:  she/her now past he/him

Sexuality: bi

Species/Ethnicity: winged Human

Occupation: Captain of the Shadow Serenade, Master Thief

Affiliation: Independent (Black Market/Smuggling Network)

[smajornova]

Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?

[Pubeverse o!Scott rp blog managed by @patorucho]

☆ミ Things to know about p!Scott:

Will sometimes use colored text to talk/punctuate emphasis! Star's colors are blue, purple, and pink!

Can be addressed as Scott, Smajor, or whatever space related nickname you could come up with! (He's particularly interested in Supernova too)

Uses he/it/star, and identifies as gay! Note, it does not find himself to have a gender, if questioned star's answer is most likely "Erm.. a star?"

Don't fuck with him or you'll— [User was blown up by Smajor1995] ... Shit.

Character ref:

Sometimes, through the noise of its thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.

☆ミ Tags Scott will use:

#Once upon a time; there was a player. - text tag

#I see the player you mean. - asks

#I will not tell the player how to live. - in character thread

#The player is growing restless. - end of thread

#And yet they play the game. - in character reblogs

#You are the player. Wake up. + #ooc - out of character

and the universe said you are not alone

☆ミ Tags Scott will use for the fellow origins:

#A story that contains the truth safely; in a cage of words. - @bunkerhive (Tubbo)

#The sun was a square of white. - @hauntinghallz (Wilbur Soot)

#Made from nothing but milk and love. - @serverspussy (James Marriot)

#Have a body again; under gravity; in air. - @fishachu (Niki || Nihachu)

#Feel the air in your lungs. - @the-inch (Sneegsnag)

#As though we were separate things. - @wealthindamouf (Fundy)

#Sometimes it thought itself human; - @sludgeyson (Charlie || Slimecicle)

#Sometimes it called them 'planets' and 'stars'. - @fallen-starbourne (Jordan || Captain Sparklez)

#Sometimes it built a model of the universe in its head; - @your-royal-crowfather (Philza)

#Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things; in other places. - @particle-princess (Ranboo)

#Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. - @thefragranceman (jSchlatt)

and the universe said I love you because you are love.

[huntsmanlark]

🗡️ Pinned for Reference 🗡️

• Warhammer OC RP blog

Who is Lark?

• OC x Canon ahead

• Lark is a perpetual who’s home planet is Wisterium. Wisterium is a large hive world that serves as a trade hub for the Imperium, and was once home to the Primarch Ursa Major and the XXth legion.

Adopted and raised into an organization of female spies,—The Ladies of Wisteria—, Lark’s one purpose from a young age was to gather intel and remain inconspicuous whilst doing so; Usually via putting on a feminine and elegant exterior. This however did not bode well for Lark, who knew from a young age that he was different from his sisters, and not in fact a girl as he had been taught to believe.

After lots of ups and downs, rebellions and beatings, he eventually submitted to the life style his Order had wanted for him. For his induction into the LoW, he drank the blood of The Starcrawler, an ancient being living within the core of Wisterium. This is where he gained his perpetualism from.

The draw backs to his new power where greater than anticipated, however. The idea of immortality was not only daunting, but later on it would be noted that Lark would forget more and more of his past the longer he lived. His mind was not build to live forever. He started writing journals.

A few years after his induction ceremony, Lark was given his first assignment. Like so many of his sister’s before him, he had been assigned to a recently found primarch, Konrad Curze, The Dark King. His job was simple: Act as a servant whilst gathering information on the down low, and reporting back to the LoW on his findings.

Unluckily for the LoW, Lark ended up falling for the primarch, and it seemed the feeling was mutual. Konrad was the first person who ever fully accepted Lark as a man, and following the start of an unexpected relationship, he cut all ties with the LoW, and started working for Konrad Curze as ‘The Huntsman’.

The Huntsman’s job was primarily rooted in conducting assassinations and keeping an eye on anyone who got too close, whether it be politically, physically, or emotionally to The Dark King. Despite the importance of his job, Lark’s role in the military hierarchy wasn’t very high, and he primarily did his work covertly; To outsiders he was just Konrad’s personal servant.

This changed during the Heresy when Lark became an important figure head. At first, remained loyal to Konrad Curze, but he later switched sides and rejoined the Imperium. Eventually, after Konrad was cast out into space by Sanguinius, Lark betrayed the Imperium yet again.

He spent the rest of the Heresy at Konrad’s side, up until the primarch’s death. Afterward, he wandered the galaxy in search of a new purpose. Over time, he began to forget more of his past and history; he had lived so long all his memories began to meld together.

In the 40th millennium he is the captain of a small crew of rogue traders who travel the reaches of space exploring and doing freelance work. Over time, his healing factor has gotten much weaker, and he takes longer to regenerate; He lost his left arm to a Keeper of Secrets.

Despite everything, his reputation as a ruthless assassin continues to proceed him, albeit in rumors and legends of a one-minded Huntsman who always did his master’s bidding with glee.

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Account Notes

• You can find my main blog at @idle-skull

• More AU content @wh40k-cat-skull

• This blog will most likely contain suggestive or NSFW content, whether that be of a lewd or violent nature, and is therefore 18+

• I will probably be retweeting any art featuring Lark on here

• Asks & RPs are always open, but please give me time to respond to stuff.

• There is no exact time frame for when this blog takes place. Pre-Heresy, Post-Heresy and Modern day are all on the table, just lmk before hand.

[thepaledivinebear]

Saw someone complaining about the colony ship in starfield the other day, I just finished the quest and it’s literally not that big of a deal dude calm down 💀💀💀💀💀

(Rant/discussion of the quest below the break. Spoilers of course)

Planet side we have a resort planet, if you let the colonists land you have to make them indentured servants.

Of course you can’t boot the resort company off 💀 you’re like one person against an entire planet????

Ship side we have a generation ship (scaled down as Bethesda tends to do for big stuff). The captain sees no other option but to live on this planet cause she and her entire crew grew up being told that they would be the ones to finally make it. Of course she feels entitled to it!

Your options are: Servitude, Explode the ship, or pay for the ship to get a grav-drive and go live on another planet.

The poster iirc was upset at all of these options.

(Obvi I’m not the arbiter of everyones rp but here’s the vibe I got)

Explode the ship is for people who are rp-ing as bad people

Servitude is for people rp-ing as business majors

Grav-drive is for people who are good

They claimed that Grav-Drive was also bad cause it is like colonizing on earth, which I have to disagree with. The big one is there aren’t going to be any sentient life on the planet they go to.

A smaller one would be what the fuck else could you do???? Start a one person war with a planet of rich people and retirees??