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optimismxmagicism · 4 months ago

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TOA Anniversary Munday

(TY for the template Neffi!)

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

Name: Queen

Pronouns: She/Her

Birthday (no year): October 18th

Where are you from? What is your time zone? Netherlands, CEST

How long is your roleplay experience? Uhhh about 10 years now I'd say?

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? Gamefaqs had a thread where you could create your own Fire Emblem Fates character. I joined out of curiosity when i was like 13 or so and things just kinds went from there.

How were you introduced to TOA? Rosie, my online big sis, sometimes shared snippets of her experiences with me. I got curious and the rest is history.

Do you have any pets? I have an elderly doggy named Beef :)

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) Winter, definitely. I'm a cold over heat kinda girlie and I like the early nights and cold weather. Perfect for soup!

What is your IRL occupation? IT support service worker and Maid Cafe waitress during the weekends.

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? I'm big into cooking, gardening and cleaning.

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Final Fantasy, Genshin Impact, Persona, Danganronpa, Pokemon, Tales of, Uchikoshi games, just to name a few. Also big into Otomes and BL games.

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Fairy! Favorite is probably Sylveon and Vivillon.

Tell us some funfacts and trivia about yourself! - I am an auntie to 3 adorable little nephews. Love babysitting them :) - Truly I am a girly girly girl. I love pink and cute things and all that goodness. Always have firmly believed that femininity is strength and anyone who disagreed with me has been ground to dust under my heels :) - I used to have a YT channel where I uploaded my own vocaloid covers. I stopped though because I lost interest and the videos gained little traction.

How did you get into Fire Emblem? *Deep sigh* Ike x Marth Yaoi during the Smash Bros Brawl days.... This was before I knew anything about either character and just thought they looked cute together.

What Fire Emblem games have you played? All of them except for Gen 2 of Genealogy (glitches killed that run) as well as Thracia. I'll get to them someday...

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: My First game was Shadow Dragon. My favorite is a tie between Sacred Stones and Three Houses

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! Ashe, Ewan, Nils, Nina, Dimitri

Who was the first character ever to make you go ��ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! Wolf. This was because I was still young and just entered my "started liking boys that weren't squeaky clean" phase.

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳 Dimitri.. If you know me you know I'm down horrendous. Sorry kwdjwkdj. Chrom and Xander are also hot.

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: Chrom forever and always. - Fates: Tsubaki was my first. Nowadays its Xander, Jakob or Shigure. - Three Houses: Dimitri. Its always Dimitri. If I play BL and I don't choose Dimitri I have been killed and replaced. - Engage: Diamant was my first! I also really liked Kagetsu and Amber.

Favorite Fire Emblem class? Dancer!

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? I'd be the cleric that needs to be babied at first but gives cracked heals later on. High magic/speed/resistance, low Strength/Defense.

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? (Black Eagles, Blue Lions, Golden Deer, Church of Seiros, Those Who Slither in the Dark, unaffiliated civilian, other - for example Almyran) Blue Lions baybeeeeeeee

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? Boons: Faith Reason Authority - Banes: Axes, Brawling, Heavy Armor

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? (Firene, the Kingdom of Abundance; Brodia, the Kingdom of Might; Elusia, the Kingdom of Knowledge; Solm, the Queendom of Freedom; Lythos, the holy land of the Divine Dragon; Gradlon, the desolate land of the Fell Dragon) Wherever Kagetsu's from.

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔(separate letters, to-ah, other?) To-ah.

Current TOA muses: Ewan, Nils, Byleth M

Past TOA muses? Uhhh from the top of my head: Saleh, Rolf, Nina, Takumi, Male Corrin.

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? Ewan was my first! I don't think I'll be dropping him for a long time as he's just become so special to me :)

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? Characters that put up a front of being easygoing or simple, but have a lot of inner troubles they hide from others. Those that like to make others happy.

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? Very masculine types. Manly Men or Muscle Himbos are characters I greatly enjoy but just don't like to write.

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? I like writing scenes where characters bond with each other, either over an earnest heart to heart or silly shenanigans.

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? I would love to write a scene where the mask just fully crumbles and the entire truth is revealed about my muses deepest feelings. Also for Byleth specifically I'd love to write post timeskip scenes where he's in touch with his emotions and takes on the role of Archbishop.

Favorite TOA-related memories? A specific one was Andrei's turnaround on Ewan during the halloween candy game. It was one of the first major bonds Ewan would end up developing.

Present or past tense? I Try to say I'm past tense mostly but sometimes I jumble things up a little.

Normal size text, small text, no preference? I've started trying small text recently, but I'd say I have no real preference.

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉 Nope! I think I'm set for now. There is one character that, If the opportunity ever arises I'd want to get but not right now.

#(ooc: let's take it easy!)#munday

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silvergolddraco28 · 1 year ago

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He’s Mine- Roleplay with @sanityisinthemusic

Chapter 5 - Welcome Home

Wukong slowly woke up to little hands patting his face. He felt sore and his leg refused to move as he woke up to Mk patting his cheeks. “Mama better now? Baba said Mama moved wrong and opened big wounds while in-inju-injuring Mama’s leg with a bad fall.” Mk inquired.

"Be gentle with Mama now bud, he might still not feel too good," Macaque said, sitting next to the two with a smile. He couldn't help the feeling of accomplishment he got, seeing Wukong back in their old nest. Or, in the nest, he'd made to replace the old one. It had taken so much work, and a fair amount of magic in the form of shadow clones, to get the palace clean enough to bring the injured Wukong and his little one here. He'd even replaced the old nest with a big bed and built a nest of blankets and pillows on top of it. The work wasn't done of course, but the important rooms were and he had shadow clones still hard at work cleaning the place. It might be tiring, but it would be worth it. For now, he sat next to the two at the edge of the nest, watching their son sitting on their mama's chest in the middle of the next nest made for them, and it only fueled his love and desire to protect his king more. He leaned down and placed a kiss on Wukong's forehead. "Peaches, open your eyes for me? I set up a big surprise for you and I want you to see it," he whispers.

Wukong cracked his eyes open while a soft hiss of pain passed his lips from his leg tensing up. “I'm alright Starlight… just sore…” Wukong replied slowly, trying to sit up. He did not want his wounds being torn open again because he didn't heed Macaque’s requests and even then the collar would have forced him to sit up anyway at the ‘order’ like question.

"Easy there," Macaque said, scooting closer and looping an arm under the other's shoulders to take some of the weight off of his injured body. "Last thing we'd want is for you to shed more blood just trying to sit up." He gently helped sit him up, grabbing a few of the pillows around them and tucking them behind Wukong so he could lean into them while sitting up somewhat. Once he was sure Wukong was settled, he got up and walked to the other end of the bed, spreading his arms. "Remember where we are Sunshine?" He gave his King a warm smile as he showed off the room. A stone room. There were furnishings made of wood carved by the stone monkey's old hands and decorations that they'd picked out together centuries ago, old vases filled with fresh flowers and little statues and anything else they liked. The fur on the floor had been preserved with time, still as soft as ever, just like nearly everything else in the palace they'd lived in for so long.

Wukong’s eyes went wide in shock. “The King’s chamber of the Stone Palace..."

Macaque's grin grew. "Yup! I thought it was finally time that we returned home, don't you think?" He approached the bed once more, leaning over the foot of the bed to scratch lightly at MK's head. "Especially now that we have a baby to raise." He looked up, locking eyes with Wukong. "Seemed only right to raise our family here, don't you think?"

Wukong mutely nodded while those words rang in his ears. ‘Home’ and ‘Our Family’ were such words Wukong had spoken aloud in private in this very room. ‘The wind…’ Wukong realized.

Macaque smiled as he came back around the side of the nest, climbing back into it. Not too close to Wukong, but near him. He sat with a smile, tail waving gently behind him. "I'm still working on getting everything cleaned up, but that's going to take a few days." He paused, his smile falling as he remembered something. "Well, except the vault. That's got to be entirely organized. And the treasure room outside of the palace needs to be cleared out and everything moved into the appropriate store rooms." He shook his head, sighing, but was smiling a bit again. "You always were a bit of a hoarder."

“I hoarded stuff as an outlet to prevent myself from fighting and making any more enemies.” Wukong huffed.

"If I'd known that would work, I would have encouraged it more," he said with a chuckle. "I'm preparing Xiaotian's room just down the hall. You remember that room we never knew what to do with? It was too small for a proper guest room, but too big for light storage. It's the perfect size for a baby nursery." He chattered away happily, tail waving behind him.

“I recall it. The other idea was to make it a study for you to break down and modify enchantments on old artifacts.” Wukong replied.

"That's the one," he said with a nod. "I'd decided against it because I wanted to have my study closer to the vault." He scooted a bit closer. "You weren't happy about that because you said it was too far away if I got lost in my work."

‘I have to be very careful here.’ Wukong thought. “I did. You nearly ended up crashing to the floor after two weeks locked in your old study breaking down a far more advanced magic item and nearly blew yourself up."

Macaque balked. "Ok, you are seriously exaggerating that story! It was not two weeks." His tail curled around himself now as he frowned at the other. "And I didn't blow myself up," he said, turning his head away with a little huff, clearly pouting at being called out.

“Baba go Boom!” Mk giggled clapping his hands. “Peach!” Mk demanded and his shadow seemed to writhe before a gold-tinted peach popped out into Mk’s little paws. “Look, Mama! Can summon food with shadow!” Mk squealed happily.

Macaque's attention immediately turned back to his son, staring at him in astonishment before he grinned. "My talented little boy." He cooed affectionately as he started to purr, reaching out and rubbing his son's back. "You are gonna give me trouble with you getting my powers already, I can tell." He'd need to set up some seals around the palace, to make sure that his sweet little cub couldn't accidentally shadow portal away from home whenever he managed to figure that power out. Too dangerous.

“Baba share peach?” Mk asked.

"That's okay. I think your Mama needs it more than I do," he said with a smile. "I had something earlier."

“Okay.” Mk looked up at his mama. “Share peach?”

“Yeah we can share Starlight… where did you get this peach?” Wukong asked while mild dread filled his stomach at the Gold tint to the peach that he took from Mk and gently twisted in half popping out the glimmering golden seed of the special fruit.

"He must have gotten them from the kitchen." Macaque muses as he wonders when their son might have seen them. "I found a few like that earlier today. Best peach I think I've ever had by the way." His tail tip flicked as that proud smile turned into a smirk. "Didn't know your peaches would be so sweet Sunshine. Your little secret grove is something special."

Wukong bit back the urge to snark while his face turned red with a blush at the unintended double meaning of Macaque’s words. What he wouldn't give to jump into a cold lake right now. “I made do with what I had stored away.” Wukong carefully answered unsure how much Macaque knew and what he was simply guessing.

Macaque leaned forward a bit more, enjoying Wukong's reactions. "Maybe we can talk about growing some more later then, when you're better." He purred. Now that he was very sure that Qi Xiaotian was immortal, he wanted his child to enjoy good food like this. And his mate deserved to enjoy such delicious peaches. " could finally get started on setting things up for that peach grove you always wanted in the courtyard. We can have a few varieties."

Mk lightly pushed his Mama towards his Baba getting them to ‘kiss’ on the lips with a cheer. “Yay! Got you to kiss! Now Baba just needs to give Mama a ‘wedding night’!” Mk grinned his ears flicking. “After a big party naming Baba Shadow King and in love with Mama King!” Mk giggled.

Macaque paused as their mouths bumped together, his tail twitching behind him as he shifted back a bit, taking a moment to register the cub's words. He lowered his head, mentally cursing the wind as his cheeks turned red. "Bud, I think your Mama isn't quite in the best shape for a wedding night," he told the cub when he looked back up, rubbing the back of his neck. "The wind sure is sharing some interesting stories with you." He hoped it wouldn't share anything too graphic with the child.

Mk had a pout while Wukong mentally rebooted. “Party… The Demon Kings’ Gala!"

Macaque drew a breath. The wind did like his cub just a bit too much it seemed. "That's right. We had a huge party called that we called the Demon King's Gala. It was when Baba and Mama got married."

Wukong flinched. ‘Then that fallout with heaven… and his death…’ “I meant another Gala is coming up… the original did so well that the Demon Council of Elders decided to hold one every century. The next one coming up is in two weeks and I'm sure most of the demon council is already aware of the ‘Mate Hunt’ going on in the city. Any demon king must attend along with any announcements that shift the influence of powers.” Wukong rambled rubbing at his temples while stress was easily seen and written in his body language.

Macaque's mood instantly soured. "Oh right, them. Haven't thought about that in a while." This meant he'd have to take the risk of taking Wukong out of the palace. "I suppose if we don't go they'll be sending demons to find us as well." It was hardly a question. They'd not tolerate any disrespect. They'd hated Wukong back in the day, and he didn't have a much better reputation with the council. At least one of those things hadn't changed. "Looks like we gotta work on getting you healed up in time for the party, Peaches." He didn't like this at all. Wukong was almost certain to try to escape that party. But it would be a much bigger problem if the great sage wasn't able to walk for the big event when he would most certainly be taking center stage. "Do you think they'll be expecting us to bring Xiaotian as well?"

“Yes. He's listed as my heir in the enchanted records that keep track of all living demons and their actions… I... I have no idea if the book even acknowledged you as being alive. The book still records me as a Mateless King from last I checked."

"I doubt they've edited my entry. I've been keeping a fairly low profile all things considered." Sure, Ao Guang had seen him, but he didn't have much to do with demon society so he'd not have spread the news. And LBD had frozen most of the demons that could have spotted him during her takeover. "And I'm not that surprised you aren't recorded as mated. We haven't been mates in centuries." He spoke idly as he leaned against the pillows next to Wukong, propping his head onto his hand as he let his elbow dig into the bedding.

“You’d be able to catch up with your sworn sister, Iron Fan.” Wukong pointed out.

Macaque hummed. "I suppose," he concedes. He'd not have many opportunities to do so now that he had a mate and cub to look after. He paused, smirking slightly. "How do you think she and Bull King are going to react to Xiaotian?"

“I can already see the marriage contract between Mk and Red Son being made.” Wukong groaned at that. “Least I don't have to deal with pushy she demons and disgruntled demon males anymore…” Wukong sighed rubbing at his face again.

“Mama bullied?” Mk asked with a worried look on his face.“No starlight. Mama was being courted very badly by others.” Wukong asked if he could even call what the other demons kept trying to pull courting attempts.

Macaque’s tail whipped sharply behind him. "But that's nothing to worry about. They won't be bothering your Mama again Xiaotian. That's why Baba is here," he assured both his son and his mate. One of his hands reached out and slipped into Wukong's hand, giving it a particularly gentle squeeze, mindful of what he'd learned before. "You're right about the marriage contract though." He admitted, frowning slightly. He supposed that if it had to be with anyone, he trusted Iron Fan to raise a Red Son right so he'd treat Xiaotian well. "But that's not going to matter until well into the future. I'm not too worried." He smirked now, snickering. "Their faces are going to be priceless though," he muttered.

“You're going to send your sister into an early grave with your dramatics Moon.” Wukong deadpanned slipping into an old habit. ‘Now what am I going to do?’ Wukong thought while mentally shuttering at that fact Macaque was not above-using torture as punishment and breaking bones to make a point.

Macaque paused, before purring softly and nuzzling into Wukong's cheek. "Come on now Sun, these are happy surprises, I'm sure it'll be fine." He said, chuckling softly before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Anything else happened while I was resting?” Wukong asked wanting to change the topic from anything else that would add more stress to his already tired mind. ‘Just got to grin and bear it until Mk and I can… get… away… what… was I thinking about…?’ Wukong thought his head feeling like it was filling with thick cotton as a pale purple sheen glimmered over his eyes with a dark glow coming from the collar around his neck.

Macaque hummed as he let himself rest near his mate, letting go of Wukong's warm hand to reach down and pet the cub's head. "Xiaotian asked for another shadow play. I told him about how you got your staff," he informed the other.

“…the Cubs friendly version right…?” Wukong asked while drawn to Macaque’s body heat nuzzling his face into the crook of Macaque’s neck being careful of his wounds.

Macaque purred as he wrapped an around his mate, leaning into him so he'd not have to shift his weight. "Yeah, the cub-friendly version. I'm not telling him anything too bad," he chuckles. "Those versions can wait until he's older."

Wukong gave a small snort. “At least wait until he’s fifty before sharing some of the more savage stories,” Wukong muttered as energy trailed from Wukong’s collar to Macaque’s wrist where a thick bracelet of a similar material to the collar resided but unlike the collar, the bracelet was able the be removed.

Macaque blinked at the bracelet. He wasn't sure when it had appeared. Was it a sign that things were going well? He supposed it had to be. He kept purring, running his other hand through Wukong's fur, feeling Wukong's energy pulsing from that bracelet. "Alright. You've got plenty of stories to choose from anyway. We can stick to the sillier ones for now," he assured, nuzzling into the side of Wukong's head, drawing in a shaky breath. His tail slid around his waist, searching for and wrapping around Wukong's as he tucked their child between them. "Any stories you'd want me to share next? I'll let you make requests."

“The day you came to Flower Fruit Mountain. You were searching for the Monkey King and instead, you met me first.” Wukong chuckled as he recalled the old memory.

He blinked, before smiling. "And you were just a normal monkey. After all, why would the great Monkey King be hanging out around the mountain alone, goofing off?"

“I was not.” Wukong pouted that fuzzy feeling in his head growing more as Mk looked between them.

“Mama a silly monkey? Baba a new monkey?” Mk asked curiously between them.

"That's right Xiaotian," Macaque said. "Back when your Mama and I first met, I had just found the island where your Mama was born, Flower Fruit Island. I was looking for the fearsome Monkey King, and this random monkey named Wukong somehow managed to sneak up on me, despite my six ears." He chuckled again, nosing lightly at Wukong's ear. "That silly monkey gave me a tour around the entire island, and played with me like we were just cubs ourselves."

“You sound like you had fun Baba.” Mk pointed out but listened to the story with rapid attention.

"It was fun," he admitted with a smile. "We spent the whole day together. I got a tour of the island, we did some fishing, we just talked, a lot. And then I got to watch the first of man beautiful sunsets with Wukong." Macaque trailed his hand that was carding through Wukong's head fur down to the top of his neck, gently scratching there. "Then I was invited to dinner, where I met the Monkey King. I was given the seat of honor, and the entire time the Monkey King never said a word or gave anything but the most serious expression. Suddenly, one of the generals of the great Monkey King accused me of scheming to hurt the king and said that I had been seen with a strange monkey. That strange monkey happened to be Wukong, who was missing from the table. But you see, I couldn't say that, because Wukong had made me promise to not tell anyone about our time together that day. And I wanted to keep my word to him." Macaque continued. "So I was trying to come up with an argument and failing."

Wukong chuckled softly. “It was a spur-of-the-moment test on both the generals and Macaque’s intentions. You see Starlight, I had acted all serious and commending like a typical King around the generals seeing if they were following me for my power instead of my loyalty. This was all long before the idea of waging war on heaven was even thought.” Wukong explained. “After the accusation was spoken I raised my hand and spoke for the first time during that meal. ‘Why do you dare raise a fuss? This newcomer has come to be my Shadow he found the True King before anyone else and earned my trust.’” Wukong stated saying word for word what he had done at that dinner.

Macaque chuckled. "You wouldn't believe how surprised I was. The silly monkey I'd played with all day, the fearsome king that even the Jade Emperor feared? It was so hard to believe. But from that day forward, I was always by the King's side, his warrior. His shadow, just like he said." He nuzzled against the side of Wukong's head again. "And then I became something more than just the king's warrior."

"Soul mates!” Mk squealed. “Gold Sun and Black Moon!"

Macaque looked down at his little cub, smiling softly. "That's right." He chuckled softly. "Though, soul mates are something you're born as. We just didn't realize we were a pair until later on." He started brushing his hand through that long fur on top of his son's head again. "We are the Sun and the Moon, the Hero and the Warrior. Two sides of the same coin, each other's counterbalance." Macaque paused, a little thought coming to his head. 'Life and Death. I died and he became a life god.' That couldn't be a coincidence. He kept the thought to himself, filing it away for further consideration later.

Mk reached up looking at the pretty bracelet on his Baba’s wrist with a golden sun embossed on the material. “Shi…hou…?” Mk read with a tilt of his head.

Mihou let his hand fall from his son's head so he could better examine the bracelet. "It's your Mama's first name, given to him before he became Sun Wukong. It means Stone Monkey," he explained. "This band around my wrist is a lot like the band around your Mama's neck, it tells other demons that we're bound together so they won't bother us like they used to bother your Mama."

Mk clapped his hands at that. “Mihou and Shihou! Moon and Sun! Mango and... And… uh… what fruit starts with an S?” Mk blushed as his train of thought cutely failed.

“Strawberry,” Wukong replied. “The bracelet lets Baba know if anything is wrong with Mama and if Mama is in trouble for breaking Baba’s rules or being bullied,” Wukong stated the collar glowing as it gave a childish explanation of its power through Wukong’s voice.

Mihou hummed, glancing at the bracelet. He then glanced at the dazed Wukong, a small frown pulling on his face for a moment before he placed a smile back on, leaning to whisper into his ear in an almost sultry. "But you'd not be plotting to cause trouble, now would you my precious Sun." He placed a kiss just under his ear.

Wukong shuttered, biting back a moan. He was not doing that in front of Mk nor was he going to do it while wounded. “No.” ‘curse my sensitive body!’

Macaque chuckled, nuzzling the spot he kissed before leaning back to kiss his forehead. He had no intention of doing anything to his mate in his current state, but this closeness was already enough to drive him up a wall. He couldn't resist at least teasing him a bit. "Personally, as cute as the naming scheme was, I'll always think of Wukong as a peach. He is exactly what he eats." He nosed his hairline, letting his mate's scent fill his nose. "He even smells like peaches, have you noticed that Xiaotian? Your Mama even smells sweet."

"Mama, really sweet! Baba smells like tart plums!” Mk happily added.

"So I've heard." He gently pokes the little one's nose. "Do you not like the smell as much because it's not as sweet as Mama's smell?"

"Mama’s comforting. Baba’s protecting.” Mk replied.

Mihou purred. "That's exactly right. Papa will take care of protecting you and Mama so Mama can focus on taking care of our sweet little Xiaotian." Mk giggled and squealed as he was picked up and tickled. Small orange-tinted shadows rose to push away the hands tickling Mk.

Mihou snickered, heart, swelling at seeing how many of his powers the little cub was already learning naturally. "My little cub is just so talented with his shadows~" he purred, letting his hand be pushed away as he pulled his child higher up between him and his mate, nuzzling the top of his head. "And you smell like your Mama and Me." Mk smiled looking to puff up a bit at the praise before scrunching up his nose and sneezing with a puff of smoke revealing a small tiger cub with twin tails between the two monkeys. “And there is my transformation ability…” Wukong sighed. Mihou raised an eyebrow.

"He's picking up on these powers fast, huh?" 'A lot faster than he did the first time around, and those were just Wukong's powers." He pauses, watching his... he guesses cub is still the right word here. "He is gonna be able to turn back on his own, right? No chance of him getting stuck for a while?"

"No drawbacks,” Wukong answered, tapping the cub on the forehead and making another poof as the Tiger Cub returned to their toddler of a monkey Cub. “Remember the old human saying ‘Monkey See Monkey Do’? That's going to apply very literally here with Mk since he still subconsciously knows about his powers but has the conscious mind of a Cub.” Wukong stated.

"That explains that." Mihou paused, frowning. "Do you think... do you think he's ever going to remember? As he gets older I mean," he murmured, brows furrowing in worry. He didn't want his cub to remember those other people, and he didn't want him to remember the things he'd done to his cub in the past, even if many of them hadn't been meant to harm MK.

“No. The regression erases any memories from before but leaves behind impressions of any powers the heir had learned so no progress is lost.” Wukong answered. “There is a chance of nightmares or headaches if he runs into anyone he knows without one of us nearby with a sense of vertigo but that's about it. The regression effectively erases any memory the moment the heir imprints on their ‘parents’ in their child state and begins the process of growing back up." Mihou lets out a small sigh.

"Good," he murmurs, smiling again. He didn't want his son to remember bad things anyway. This was for the best. "And it's nice to know he still remembers most of your powers... I think." He chuckles. "Doubt that's going to make things any easier though in a few years when he starts wanting to get more adventurous. It's impressive how fast he's picked up on so many of mine though."

"How many times did you battle him and let your magic make physical contact with him? The more contact he has with raw magic the more likely it would have made his core adapt and subconsciously observe your abilities. He was supposed to be a flawless copy of me after all.” Wukong pointed out holding Mk close as the Cub dozed in his arms smuggling into his chest fluff.

"Guess you've got a point," he admits, frowning again at the reminder. "If I'd had any idea I'd have been more careful." He wraps his arm more securely around his mate, nuzzling into his shoulder. "I can't believe how close I got to badly hurting such a young cub."

“You couldn't have known… no one was to know he was anything other than a special human…” Wukong replied.

"I know." Macaque sighs. "Doesn't make me regret it less. Now more than ever." He pulled back a bit, smiling at his Sun. "He is so much like you. I'm amazed I didn't figure it out myself." Wukong snorted.

“He acted far more like you when he did not want to train and kept calling out my ‘terrible’ methods."

"Ha." He grinned at the other. "The kid managing to learn so much from you is kind of a miracle. You're a genius when it comes to combat and your powers Wukong, but that doesn't mean you're that good at explaining those things you're so talented at." Wukong gave the dark monkey a pout with a light blush on his face.

“Why does everyone poke fun at my teaching ability…” Wukong huffed as he felt the bone in his leg fully heal along with his large wounds having been reduced to simple bruises. ‘Great… my healing is also under Macaque’s whim.’ Wukong thought.

"Because you're too easy to tease," he said with a grin as he went from nuzzling his shoulder to his neck, totally unaware of the fully healed leg. "And it's way too much fun." Wukong just hummed curling up his legs close to his body.

“Any more surprises in store for me when I go looking around the palace?” Wukong asked, feeling drowsy from all the affection and light grooming of his matted fur.

He paused, noting the way Wukong was able to curl into himself. He might need to take a few more precautions, just to be safe. "Just cleaned some stuff up, nothing special." He started purring again, soothing his mate further. "Is there anything you'd like to find, Peaches?"

"A brush… and something to help with the bald spots…” Wukong hummed.

"I'll see what I can find. And if you want, I can help with that matting tomorrow. I think I'll do a much better job than a brush." Wukong simply nodded as he dozed off his energy to stay awake having been greatly reduced with the rapid healing of his leg and wounds to a much better but still sore state.

He was quiet for a moment, fanning his ears to listen to his slowing heartbeat and breaths. "Guess he fell asleep after all," he murmurs, still running his hands through the other's fur. He glanced at his wrist, staring at the bracelet. Did he even influence how Wukong healed? He hadn't been recovering anywhere near that quickly beforehand. He wondered what other things about Wukong he could influence with this bracelet. Keeping that fun little thought in mind, Macaque lay with his beloved for a bit longer before carefully removing himself from his sleeping cub and mate. He had so much work still to do now that Wukong was healed and MK was gaining so many shadow powers so quickly. He'd start with a ward around the stone palace, something strong enough to keep his cub in should be strong enough to keep Wukong in, so he'd have an easy excuse there. Later on, he could see about finding a way to expand the rest of the cave. Slipping into the shadows, he disappeared. He needed to get this done in time to come back and get his cub before Wukong woke up after all. make sure his dear mate didn't get any bad ideas being left alone with their little one. And he needed time to look into anything that could regrow his dear mate's hair.

#fanfiction #lmk au #lego monkie kid #shadowpeach #collab help #cowrite #amwriting #sun wuking x macaque #lmk rp #sun wukong x macaque #six eared macaque #liu er mihou

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theresattrpgforthat · 1 year ago

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hi!!!! do you know of any poetry based/centric ttrpgs? solo or for more players!

THEME: Poetry Games

Hello friend, so I’m going to drop a few games that help you write poetry or use poetry creation tools, but I also recommend checking out lyric games! Lyric games are written such that reading them alone is a form of play. This means that reading these games is often an experience in itself, meant to evoke emotion in a similar way to the experience of reading poetry. It’s a movement within the ttrpg sphere that I’ve only heard of, but the conversations I’ve been witness to concerning lyric games is very intriguing.

Now, on to the recommendations.

No One Dies Alone in Revolution, by Robin Rudd.

No One Dies Alone In Revolution is a single-player poetry-writing ttrpg in which you play as an empyromancer, interpreting flame and smoke to identify each new revolutionary soldier's patron saint, all past martyrs of the cause, and composing the prayers they will call out in battle.

This game uses a deck of cards, a dice, and an associated oracle to tell the story of the saints who died, and the prayers you will write in their honour. This is a creative game deeply steeped in ritual, and I think it makes the poetry-creation process feel quite natural. The lines of the prayers have rules depending on the cards you draw and the dice you roll, determining metrical feet, details that must be included, and the emotions the prayer is meant to evoke. If you want a game whose emotions bleed out onto the page, you want to try this game.

Gentleman Bandit, by allison arth.

They call you the Gentleman Bandit, because no one knows your name. They call you a monster, a villain, a dealer of death. But they don’t know you.

Not your Heart, your Poet’s Heart filled with rage or filth or the expansiveness of True Love; not your Grieving Heart loosed over a chasm, making a sound like the sorrow of wolves as it plummets toward wet river stones, cracked bones left to bleach.

In this writing-focused RPG, you personify the eponymous Gentleman Bandit to write a 13-line poem you'll leave for the dead — and the ones who discover them. Card draws guide the content of each line; optional dice rolls add poetic devices to further shape the experience and ratchet the difficulty. Using a deck of cards, you consult an oracle to determine the theme and topic of each line of your poem. There are optional requirements you can include in your poetry creation, such as writing in meter, applying a rhyme scheme, using double meanings, or using words from a diction list. Your final poem will also help you determine your next poem, as you can compare your hand to different poker hands.

This game also has a multiplayer option, if you are playing with multiple people, and two successors: Moonblind and The Swallowtail. There's also the Gentleman Pirate supplement, for fans of Our Flag Means Death.

Reverie Cycle, by Caro Acersion.

Reverie Cycle is about a group of isolated individuals, each shunning their own troubles and trials. They record their waking thoughts in their journals, reflecting on the world around them. But at night, their dreams — poetic, sensory, abstract — blur and blend with each other, creating a shifting, liminal state of overlapping worlds. The poetry of these dreams cascades and reappears, and eventually tumbles into their waking world as well…

Reverie Cycle is a play-by-poem roleplaying game — it uses poetry as a form of play, and play as a form of poetry. You don't need to consider yourself a poet to play, but by the end of the game, you will be.

This is a game about dreamers, asking for help in overcoming obstacles they are afraid to acknowledge when they are awake. It’s also an online game, with instructions for setting up the game over a private chatroom, such as Discord. The game also comes with safety emojis that you can use as you play, allowing you to react using a shorthand that signals to the players that something about the current play needs to be changed without breaking the through line of messages. Character creation involves answering a number of playbooks for your character, and assigning their unique touchstones that show up in their dreams. If you want a collaborative poetry experience, I recommend Reverie Cycle.

Care for Hecuba, by Hy Libre!

These games are born from caring about helpless tragic characters. Hecuba, Medea, Semele, Medusa-- these are monstrous, vulnerable women whose function in the story is to gravitate toward an inevitable death. By playing these games you are caring for them, because Euripides and his contemporaries are dead and somebody needs to.

These games borrow tools and expectations from poetry, but they're all "playable". You might interact with them by just reading, or by asking a friend to play them with you, or changing them to be "playable" in a way you like, or by saying "Hmm!" and moving on.

These games have the rules written as poetry, and their modes of play may occasionally also bleed into your daily life - eripedes’ favourite game tells you to ‘clean your fucking room’, for example. This is possibly also an example of a lyric game, because it feels like you are playing it as you read it. The games feel very intimate, so if you want an intensely personal experience, consider Care for Hecuba.

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #dnd #game recommendations #asks #poetry

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shihalyfie · 10 months ago

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Roleplaying-wise ideas but i keep bouncing into those back and forth so... I'm so sorry this is weird coming from someone not into the Kaiser himself, but the concept of a baddie instead of a hero, so...

What would happen if someone else (Daisuke, Miyako, Iori) had actually started as the Kaiser's ally instead? Like, some sort of henchman or servant. Yes, you know what I mean (I've been very into Gordon's (a Japanese artist, just leaving this info to readers) ideas for Kaiser/Miyako lol

I also have been imagining my own silly idea of Daisuke himself ending up as the Kaiser's henchman at the beginning, but it was more in the lines of Sonic Movie's Robotnik/Eggman & Agent Stone lol. Very cliche-like but yeah, i like that trope~

So when I first got this ask in my inbox, I thought, "ooh, interesting idea, I'll think about it later!"...but then once I actually did start thinking about it, I realized I couldn't come up with anything without more details because the other kids generally are too high on the scale of morality by default to enjoy the idea of being his henchman. I think perhaps it would require a second Dark Seed...or...yeah, in the end, I think this needs more detail or specifics before I can take this beyond crack AU. I'm sorry, I think I've failed you this time!

#shiha's ask box #tomorrows2top

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findroleplay · 1 year ago

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Hey! 18+ here. I'm 19M with roughly 9 years of roleplay/creative writing experience! Currently I'm looking for JoJo's Bizarre Adventure rps, preferably on Discord. I love intricate AU ideas as well as canon compliant situations, details can be sorted between us. Roleplays can be either romantic or platonic, I'm not against rarepairs or crack-shippery for either type of dynamic. If it involves a character I muse I'm willing to hear you out. If there's also an enemies situation you want to do with one of my muses I'm open to that as well!!

Primary Muses: Anasui Narciso, Rohan Kishibe, Kakyoin Noriaki, Yukako Yamagishi, Dr. Ferdinand.

There's more I'm willing to try (especially from parts 4/5/6/8!) but those are the main ones as of now.

I'm alright with NSFW after a while but only with characters who are adults.

If you're interested, like this post and I'll reach out!

(Rest is just some tag words so this comes up in searches lol: jjba, jojo rp, stone ocean, diamond is unbreakable, steel ball run, stardust crusaders)

#roleplay #rp #jjba rp #jojo rp #stone ocean rp #diamond is unbreakable rp #steel ball run rp #stardust crusaders rp #jojo's bizzare adventure rp

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tetraharmonic · 1 year ago

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Run To You | A Vashwood Songshot

Song: Run To You by Pentatonix

Pairings: Tristamp Vashwood

Content Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, mentions of death

Overview: Vash doesn't return to the hotel room after an argument between him and Wolfwood. Wolfwood, having trouble suppressing his feelings for Vash, runs out into the night in the hopes of finding him and reconnecting with his friend/crush/unofficial partner.

Note: This is the first time I've actually written these two outside of roleplays so, please be gentle. I do accept constructive criticism though! I gotta learn somehow! :P I'm also writing this with a massive gash across my hand, and so, I apologize for typos. I have a feeling I missed some, but, at this point, I've decided to say "screw it, no beta, we die like men."

Enjoy!

A light in the room, it was you who was standing there; tried it was true as your glance met my stare. But your heart drifted off, like the land split by sea. I tried to go, to follow, to kneel down at your feet.

It was a soft sort of silence that haunted the empty hotel room that Wolfwood had called his own for the past few weeks. Soft, but miserable, even. The air was still, not even punctuated by the soft, turning of the pages of whatever book Meryl was most interested in at the time, nor the drunken ramblings of Roberto that slipped in through the cracks of the doors once the suns went down.

Vash's box of donuts still rested exactly where they'd left them, some of his dirty clothes still in a heap on the floor. Nicholas eyed them with a solemn sigh, his cracked, dry lips falling into a weak frown. Oh, how he wished things could be different. He'd endure the experiments for just a while longer if it meant he could've stuck to Vash's ideals and gotten everyone out of there safely. He'd tried to uphold them for so long, but at the very last moment, instinct took hold. A lapse of judgement took over Nicholas' mind as he shot to kill, no, shot to protect.

They'd fought like this before, with Rollo, but it was far different now. Vash hadn't come home.

I'll run, I'll run

I'll run run to you

I'll run, I'll run

I'll run run to you

Wolfwood wanted to be stubborn, but still, sitting in this damn hotel room was killing him. Where had Vash ran off too? Why had he let Vash run off so easily? And why did he care so much? In a word like theirs, love was meaningless; love couldn't stop a bullet— it could only change who endured the pain. Besides, Vash, of all people, knew how dangerous No Man's Land could be; he should know that instincts are hard to control, especially when your friends' lives were at stake. Screw ideals, a foul memory could be replaced. A life could not.

I've been settling scores. I've been fighting so long, but I've lost your war, and our kingdom is gone. How shall I win back your heart which was mine? I have broken bones and tattered clothes. I've run out of time.

Throwing his loafers on, Wolfwood barreled his way out the hotel room, only just barely remembering to grab the key on his way out. "Damn it, Needle Noggin! Don'cha know what the buddy system is?" He grumbled to himself as he practically shoved his way to the outskirts of town. His shirt was unbuttoned, the shadows on his face painted so sleepily onto his skin. He was exhausted, but he didn't care. He wouldn't care, not until Vash was safe.

Who was he to be so selfish? Vash was his own man, and quite frankly, he had every right to be mad at him. Still, frustration and sorrow burned a hole in Wolfwood's stone-cold heart. Did he feel a special way for the blond? Perhaps a little more than he wanted to admit. But there was no way that his feelings alone would ever be strong enough to protect the Stampede, if the Stampede even needed his help to begin with. In a way, he hoped that maybe Vash really did need him, even if only to carry a conversation in the slow moments between towns. It'd make the bullet wounds and the bitter serum worth it millions of times over.

I'll run, I'll run

I'll run run to you

I'll run, I'll run

I'll run run to you, oh

The moment Wolfwood's eyes fell upon the man he so desperately searched for, relief washed over him, sloppy and unreasonably heavy. He couldn't help but feel ridiculous as the smile crept it's way onto his face, and so, without a word, he climbed up onto the rock beside him, sitting down and gazing up at the night sky with him.

Vash broke the silence, drawing into himself anxiously. He called his friend's name sl softly, it almost sounded like the wind. "Wolfwood..."

"Needl-...." Nicholas froze, clearing his throat before responding with a hint of resolve. "Vash."

"You didn't have to come out here. I'll be fine." The blond smiled, though Wolfwood could see right through it.

"Of course I had to. Who else is going to keep you out of trouble, huh?" He nudged Vash with his elbow, earning a quiet chuckle. No matter how small it was, it was still a victory.

I will break down the gates of heaven. A thousand angels stand waiting for me.

"Look, Needle Noggin... I'm sorry, okay? It wasn't intentional."

"I know it wasn't..."

"I know you know, but... You're thinking it's your fault. That you're some sort of horrible person for not being able to save them all. It's not your responsibility to be some hero all the time, yknow?"

Vash only hummed out in response.

Wolfwood continued. "I'm making it my responsibility to protect you. I'm nothing like god, but I'll damn sure break down the pearly gates if I've gotta. Got it though your thick skull? I'm not gonna just let some crook shoot you or our little group."

Ooh, take my heart, and I'll lay down my weapons. Break my shackles to set me free.

"You, and the rest of our little band of idiots, are far too important to me. I'm not just going to let you die, no matter how many times you try to convince yourself that you deserve the pain you've been given."

"Wolfwood, you don't-"

I'll run run to you

"I know I don't have to. Just, shut your pretty little lips and listen to me, okay? I'm only saying this once, so you better catch it now. You're an idiot, but you're our idiot. In some other life, maybe we could just sit around and do taxes, or whatever townspeople do. But in this life, I'm standing by your side, even if it gets your panties in a bunch. You've shown this man of god that faith still exists. It's about damn time I pay it back, got it?"

Vash nodded his head, the two sitting in a comfortable, yet solemn sadness.

I'll run, I'll run

I'll run run to you

"Do you really mean it...?" Vash whispered, his voice weak as his eyes welled up with tears that refused to spill.

I'll run (I'll run), I'll run (I'll run)

"Of course I do, Needle Noggin..."

I'll run run to you

"Now...let's go home, okay?"

"Yeah... that sounds good."

#vashwood #vashwood fanfic #vash tristamp #vash the stampede #tristamp #nicholas d wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood #wolfwood #wolfwood tristamp #vash x wolfwood #hurt/comfort #tetraharmonic #Spotify #trigun songshot #songshot

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grislyintentions · 2 years ago

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To Judge & Vanquish

Starter for @roleplay-abiogenesis2

Whispers in the wind carry with it far more secrets than people realise, one need only turn their ear towards the current to hear it. For someone like the fearsome 'Conqueror of Demons' who is known to keep a ceaseless vigil over Liyue, this is more so the case.

The adeptus does not take long to take notice of there being something amiss when a group of 'scholars' from the Akademiya crossed the borders of Sumeru into Liyue. Sight-seeing, they told the Millelith soldiers when crossing. Yet snatches of their conversation travels to Xiao's ears all the same as they venture deeper in.

Through hushed tones, they speak of distributing 'forbidden knowledge' and 'capsules'. The Yaksha has little understanding for their machinations. He cares only for the fact that they pose as a potential threat. He cares only for the lingering and foul taint in the air that pulls unpleasantly at the recesses of his mind the further they carry their luggage in.

As the group neared the stone gates, Xiao decides then and there that they will go no further.

The ground cracks, splitting open under the force of his spear when the adeptus plunges down from above, impact sending the 'scholars' closest to him tumbling back.

"This is as far as you'll get. If you have no wish to lose your lives, you'll turn back."

Of course, he has sworn never to take the lives of humans. But they do not need to know so.

#roleplayabiogenesis2 #[let me know if you want me to change anything ^w^b]

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golvio · 2 years ago

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Crack hypothesis proposal based on the Spring of Courage quest: the voice you hear from the Hylia statues isn’t Hylia herself, but the big lady from the TotK trailer acting as an intermediary of the will of Hylia the same way the monks are, roleplaying as her and talking to Link through some kind of network of ancient stone radios.

Evidence I am presenting for my proposal:

Skyward Sword established that Hylia no longer exists as an entity independent from Zelda, her mortal incarnation. Any communications with her come in the form of prerecorded messages delivered by the automatons she created. Meanwhile, the “Hylia” we speak to addresses Link and refers to herself in the present tense, which shouldn’t be possible.

She refers to herself as “Goddess Hylia” at the Spring of Courage, which is an unusually formal way for even a god to talk about themselves.

“I, Goddess Hylia, shall reveal the way,” and then she opens the stone door that reveals the way fo the shrine. Come on, that’s not a magical goddess performing a miracle. That’s somebody at a switchboard toggling a remote door control while talking to you over the intercom.

“The goddess my culture worships is speaking directly to me” is easier for regular people in this setting to swallow than “An ancient priestess of a long-forgotten sky civilization is calling me on these abandoned phone booths.”

It also explains the inconsistency between SkSw Hylia and BotW Hylia. Hylia has always been associated with technology, not nature. However, this intermediary may have disguised the “radios” she woukd eventually use to communicate with BotW Link as simple statues of a nature goddess to ensure the people wouldn’t be afraid of them and would keep them in relatively good condition throughout the years even if their original purpose was forgotten. It also seems like the sky civilization in TotK has a design philosophy that emphasizes technology coexisting with nature more than the Sheikah or the original Hylia herself, so it’d make sense for the one responsible for these stone “radios” adorned with moss or flowers to be a sky person.

The manifestation of “Hylia’s” power in BotW is a literal “light from the heavens.” Someone from the sky is talking to you through the statue, signified by a spotlight being shone down from where the voice originates to the hero receiving her aid. Very, very easy to confuse for actual divine intervention. If the voice is acting as an intermediary of Hylia’s will, then there’s not even much of a point in making that distinction.

The aid the statue gives you involves what the Horned Statue in Hateno calls “essence manipulation.” In “Hylia’s” case, she seems to convert the essence donated by the monks into a form Link can use to boost his stamina and endurance beyond their natural limits. Hylia in SkSw was never associated with the manipulation of essence. However, the monks vanish into a green light that’s the same color as the Luminous Stones and the ghostly hand in TotK. The civilization responsible for the hand tech, whether the Zonai or otherwise, seemed to be experts on essence manipulation for both the living and the dead. A representative from that civilization who allied themselves with the hero would absolutely serve the function of boosting your heath/stamina in a gameplay context.

This might be absolutely gonzo and has very little direct evidence to substantiate it, but I couldn’t help but start making these connections after meeting the Horned Statue and mulling over what, exactly, these statues actually are and how “Hylia” is able to talk to you despite no longer existing.

#loz thoughts #botw thoughts #legend of zelda #botw #totk

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dejavudiscordrpg · 2 years ago

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DEJA VU DISCORD RPG.

✿𝑫𝑬𝑱𝑨 𝑽𝑼: 𝑹𝑬𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. Demons linger in the dark — awaiting their chance to devour the very souls that they harbor. After so much heartache and turmoil that has befallen the people of Belfiore, redemption is within it's horizon; answers from corrupted memories begin to reveal themselves to a select few. From the horror they faced with corrupted Knights to the deaths and imprisonment of their loved ones, there is finally a chance for a 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 tomorrow; however, no moment of peace is set in stone. The chance for happiness is within reach, but at what cost?

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aquadestinyswriting · 2 years ago

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The Hand that Wields

Summary: Meredith has been asked to set up a Stone Spike ritual to help with catching someone who has been stirring up trouble between the humans and dwarves in Toreguarde. A brief chat with Moradin follows when she fails to spot the assassin still lurking on a nearby roof.

Note: First person pov because this was something that was fully roleplayed out at the time. Creative liberties have been taken because this was before we started recording sessions and I don't recall everything that was said or done. This takes place two days after 'Cracking the Anvil'

Words: 2,137

Warnings: major character death, implied blood mention

tags: @druidx, @homesteadchronicles, @warriorbookworm, @mariahwritesstuff, @asher-orion-writes, @blind-the-winds, @freedominique

The chaos of the last couple of days has taken its toll. I’m jumping at every last damn shadow, thinking it's one of those damn Brotherhood idiots who chased me from the temple of Moradin yesterday morning. I’m not entirely happy with Elowyn’s plan to find this Captain Calico person, but it’s the best one we have, and if it’ll get the Brotherhood off the backs of the other dwarves, then all the better.

It’s a misty morning, and cold too. I’ve not worn my new vestments in yet and they’re just a touch too stiff for my liking. Not to mention I’ve not had my usual morning Bloc yet. Darius is even less awake than I am, moaning about how damn early it is. I just hope he’s compus mentus enough to keep an eye and ear out for trouble while I get this damn Stone Spike ritual started. I freeze as soon as I step just outside the door. The stiff and still bodies of the people who had taken up guard duty around the watchhouse the previous night litter the street. Dead. Every last one. Shot right through the heart. Darius gasps in horror as he comes up behind me,

“What in the…?” he whispers, trailing off with a gulp. I shove the teenaged human back into the door,

“Go on, we need to tell Elo-”

I never get to finish my sentence. I had just finished shoving Darius back inside, turning to follow him, when pain suddenly erupts in my chest. My ears start ringing and spots cloud my vision as I tip forward. So our assassin friend hadn’t left yet. That was a bit silly of me. I barely feel my body hit the cobbles, can’t hear what Darius has yelled over the rushing sound that’s overtaken everything. I try to take a breath to yell something back to him, but I can’t. Darkness seeps in from the edges of what vision I have left. An overwhelming tiredness sets in and I close my eyes, the last thing on my mind being what a pain in the arse getting bloodstains out of linen is.

~*~

I startle awake, suddenly aware that I’m no longer lying on cold, wet cobblestones. I shut my eyes again with a hiss. The light in here is too bright. Slowly, I blink them back open, pushing myself up. I frown as I take a bleary look at my surroundings. The chairs I was lying on are a construction made of some kind of treated wood and metal, neatly welded together into a long row against a wall. There’s a small wooden and glass table sitting about a foot in front of me, littered with some kind of glossy paper booklets. All of them have pictures of unfamiliar places and people on them and words in bright, bold letters stating ‘Yours’ and ‘Hello’ at the top. In a far corner, blinking erratically with some sort of magic, is a machine of some kind. The words ‘Coffee, Tea, Hot Chocolate and Soup’ are emblazoned across it. There are various buttons, a hatch and some strange cups attached to one side. Next to it is a half-constructed bar, wood piled up in another corner and the back of it shrouded in darkness that I can’t see through. Where in all Creation am I?

A warm breeze, bringing with it the smell of hops, iron and forgesmoke, gently wraps around me. I feel myself calm, the reminder of home and its comforts enough to ground me in a place that is so alien to me. I close my eyes to soak it in, then feel the presence of someone else sitting down next to me. The presence is powerful, but warm, inviting, comfortable and oh so familiar. My heart sinks as the realisation of where I am settles into my mind. I huff a weary sigh as I open my eyes and look over to see a familiar dwarven man wearing ornate full plate sitting next to me. He’s smiling at me under a glossy black beard, adorned with plaits and clasps. His eyes are creased as He looks at me, almost fit to burst with a kind of fatherly pride,

“Oh, ma daughter, ye’ve done so well.” He says, “Ye’ve no idea how proud I am that ye made it this far.” I smile up at Him,

“Thank you, Lord, to hear ye say as much is deeply humbling.” I reply, “My only regret is that I ended up back in yer presence through my own carelessness.” Moradin shakes His head, clasps and other ornaments jangling at the motion,

“I can hardly call not noticing someone who didn’t want to be noticed careless.” He tells me, “Anyroad, that hardly matters. Ye’ve got a load of people in my hall that canna wait to see ye. They’ve been waiting a while.” I consider His words, my heart lifting a little at the thought that he didn’t blame me for what had happened, but quickly sinking again as I realised that I hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye to my friends. Not to mention the fact that Darkhide was still on the loose and about to create even more havoc. And what about the problems the dwarven people living in Toreguarde were enduring with the Brotherhood? I couldn’t very well leave them to face whatever was coming without doing something about it. I slowly shake my head,

“I’m sorry, Lord, but I think they’ll need to wait a wee bit longer.” I tell Him, “I can’t, in good conscience, leave my friends to sort out everything going on by themselves. Darkhide is still a threat to everyone and everything I love.” Moradin’s expression softens as He lays a hand on my shoulder,

“And that’s why ye’re here in the Waiting Room and not already in my Hall enjoying yer well deserved rest.” He says. I’m not sure, but I think I saw a brief glint of regret in those bottomless eyes. He sighs and leans back in his seat, the wood and metal creaking in protest,

“Yer friends will probably want to get on with a Resurrection once they’ve dealt with the situation that got ye killed, and they remember that they’re in good standing with a priest that will be more than willing to do it for them.” Moradin says, adding on the latter part with a mutter. He returns His attention to me, “Normally this would mean ye’d lose a bit of power in exchange for the ability to return to the world of the livin’.” He strokes his beard, His great brow furrowing slightly, “I am, however, willin’ to return ye with all the power ye’ve gained intact, provided ye do a little something for me in return.” My heart leaps and I’m almost instantly on my knee in front of Him, head bowed,

“Whatever it is, name it.” I tell him. It doesn’t matter to me what my God wants me to do. The mere fact that He’s offering me an opportunity to carry on His work, to return to Elowyn- my friends- and to fix everything that’s gone so wrong is all that matters at this point. I feel the floor beneath me vibrate as He chuckles and the ring of metal on metal as He pats the seat next to him,

“No need fer all that, hen.” He chastises mildly, “I know who I’m dealing with.” I flush under my beard as I get back up and sit back down, looking and listening attentively while Moradin waves a hand in front of him,

“Right, so I’ve had a word with Wee Jas, and She’s agreed that Darkhide is a problem that needs to be dealt with.” Moradin fixes me with a look. It’s somewhere between pride, regret and something else that I can’t quite pinpoint. I keep quiet as He carries on, “Since Darkhide has gone so far, Wee Jas told me to tell you to bring Her his head.” I frown a little,

“Why me though?” I ask, “Or is it a case of the group in general?” Moradin shakes his head,

“No, lass. Wee Jas asked that you, specifically, do the deed if possible.” He says, “As to why it has to be you, She didn’t say. I rather get the feeling She thinks yer friends might not be up to outright killing the man, given the chance.” I look down at my hands. The Ruby Lady wasn’t wrong. Darius is so young that I doubt that he’s experienced severely hurting anyone, never mind killing them. Felix is very soft-hearted and might not be able to finish Darkhide off by himself. Elowyn is too constrained by the laws of her city and the various oaths and vows she’d likely personally take as a paladin of Justice. The only other person in our group that would outright kill Darkhide is Enezeage. But even then, he often looks to Elowyn for guidance and might well hesitate if he thinks that she might know better. While I might be reluctant to kill, there are crimes that cannot go unpunished, and there are people who are just too dangerous to be left alive. Darkhide couldn’t be contained to a cell for long, certainly not long enough to go through a full trial in the courts. My resolve hardened. I already knew Darkhide had to die in order to save Allansia from his dark schemes, having permission to do so from his erstwhile Goddess would at least save me from the headache of arguing with Elowyn about the necessity of doing so. I look up at Moradin and nod,

“I understand.” I say, “Do I need to actually bring his head anywhere or…?” I ask, suddenly aware that due to the nature of the way some Gods deal with the world that I would need some clarification. Moradin bites back a chuckle,

“No, just killing him will be enough for Her. I did ask afore She left.” I relax, one less thing to worry about then. A door creaks open on my left, a fine mist crawling in from the grey, bleak expanse on the other side. Moradin claps his hands on his knees and stands, towering over me,

“On ye go, lass, don’t want to keep yer friends waiting.” He says, gesturing to the door. I hop off my own seat, briefly turn and bow to my God, then dash out the door as fast as my legs will carry me.

~*~

The first thing I’m aware of is muffled voices, then slowly I’m aware of the hard, cold iron on my back and the soft light of glowstones above me. I groan, my head aches, but I squint my eyes open, only to have several faces try to crowd themselves around me. I wince as the relieved shouts and yells of my friends assault my ears,

“Will all of ye, shut it?!” I yelp, trying to not have the everything happening all at once overwhelm me. The faces retreat as Starhammer shoos everyone away,

“Right, you lot, give her some space. Right, welcome back to the world of the livin’ lass.” The old priest says, helping me sit up and shoving a tankard of beer into my hands in the same motion. I blink away the bleariness in my vision and look around at the relived expressions on my friends’ faces. Well, they’re almost all relieved. Enezeage, much like he did when Elowyn was Resurrected by the old kobold priest ages ago, simply snorts, nods and stays a respectable distance away. Darius and Felix are the first to assault me with hugs, one around my shoulders, the other around my waist, both sobbing loudly,

“I’m sorry! I should have gone first!”

“I was so worried you wouldn’t come back!” Starhammer huffs a sigh, drags the two boys off my body and plonks them down next to Enezeage. I finally manage to take a swig of the beer I was handed and look over to Elowyn. Hey eyes are red, but she’s smiling as she comes over and leans on the anvil I’m sitting on. Aurianna leaps off her shoulder and rubs against me, purring madly,

“Glad to know you wanted to come back.” she says, voice a little raw, “Don’t go scaring me- us- like that again.” she adds. I smirk back at her,

“I’ll bear that in mind the next time someone wants to shoot an arrow through my heart.” I retort. I look down at my vestments, ready to moan about how they’re basically brand new and already ruined when there’s a pounding on the front door of the temple. I suppose I’d better finish my beer before the world forces itself back on me again.

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I'm not sure if this is specific enough or if you've done a similar list already, but do you have any games with a similar vibe to Jet Set Radio? Mainly, I'm imagining a fun rebellion or youthful counterculture sort of energy. Thanks!

THEME: Jet Set Radio

Hello friend, so these are the three touchstones I used as criteria when looking for matches for this request:

Lighthearted Rebellion

Youthful Counterculture

Free Speech and Creativity

I hope you find some fun options!

Kids on Hoverboards, by kandi_jeanne.

The year is 2030 and the world is very technologically advanced. Hoverboards have finally been invented (a little later than Back to the Future predicted). All the kids have them! Hover cars are becoming more popular. No one carries cell phones anymore. Everyone has a band on their wrist that brings up a virtual display. There are teleports, but only some people have them.

This is hack for Kids on Bikes/Brooms for a GM plus at least one player. All the rules from the KOB systems are used in addition to a few found in this adventure hack.

The Kids on Bikes system is great for kids working through mysteries and solving problems, and this book takes that system and puts it in a futuristic world. It might not match Jet Set Radio exactly, but the rumours and mysteries of a futuristic world might work well for dealing with overbearing corporations - a pair of rollerblades and a can of paint is something a kid can easily get their hands on, and if you want to age up your characters a little, this system handles such tweaks pretty well!

The biggest downside to this option is that it requires the Kids on Bikes Rulebook to play, and it seems designed for a very specific adventure hook. However it’s free, so it’s worth picking up for inspiration if nothing else!

360 Heartgrab, by kumada1.

You've just crested the top of the hill and your body is pure momentum. Cracked asphalt rockets away beneath you, the scrolling stone moving in time to the rattling of the wheels on your board. Ahead of you, at the bottom of the hill, is the banner. The end of the race. And between you and that banner is the seagull-headed man you've been feuding with for weeks.

His wild eyes roll back to look at you for a moment, and then his mouth unhinges in a feral scream of triumph. Sunshine City's been getting weird lately, but you don't let this shake you. Between you and the gullman is a parked landscaping truck. Two-by-fours dangle off of the back, onto the street, forming a natural ramp if you have courage enough to try and skate it.

And you have courage enough.

360 Heartgrab is a 28 page tabletop roleplaying game about weird skaters shredding asphalt, going on adventures, and growing to care about each other.

It is heavily influenced by Sk8 The Infinity and Golden Sky Stories, and it is both competitive and diceless.

This is a very recent release, by a creator who consistently releases games that grab my attention. Compared to Jet Set Radio it’s less anti-authoritarian and a bit more weird, but its goal is to provide the same rush of adrenaline as you hurdle down ramps and over obstacles. If you like diceless games that push your characters to great feats, you might want to check out this game - and if you want to put in a bit more magic, you can also check out the Zone Magic add-on, written by the same author!

The Color of Everything, by Happy Jak Games.

Welcome to the world of Chromia, where colors are more vibrant, music more pure, and everyone lives to create something wonderful. Artists work together in their specialty every day to make the world a better place. Here Illustrators can blast out color with a swish of their paint brush. Animators can bring every day objects to life. Musicians write and play music to bring happiness to everyone.

It was a wonderful world until the DeSats invaded, led by the twisted Discordant who wanted everything for themselves. They sent out their twisted Shades to drain color. Dissonants slipped into the sounds of the world to corrupt their harmony, while Hammer-Heads bashed the hard work of the Sculptors.

Discordant and their DeSats struck fast and hard, toppling major cities across the world. All seemed lost, until the teenagers of IntenCity rose up to fight back. You are a group of those teens, banding together to weave your skills together and bring color, music, and life back to the world and bring down Discordant and their DeSats.

If what you really want to focus on is the artistic creativity and the freedom of expression in Jet Set Radio, you could pick up The Colour of Everything and add in rollerblades. The Confidence and Resolve attributes could potentially serve as base stats for rollerblading, and you might want to add on a new Medium of painting or tagging to really fill it out. The game comes with some example antagonists along with lore and stats, but the entire game is only about 5 pages long. Worth checking out!!!

Slugblaster, by Mikey Hamm.

In the small town of Hillview, teenage hoverboarders sneak into other dimensions to explore, film tricks, go viral, and get away from the problems at home. It’s dangerous. It’s stupid. It’s got parent groups in a panic. And it’s the coolest thing ever.

This is Slugblaster. A table-top rpg about teenagehood, giant bugs, circuit-bent rayguns, and trying to be cool.

Honestly I feel like Slugblaster has the most potential to really knock it out of the park when it comes to matching the feel of Jet Set Radio. On the tin, it looks like a skateboarding kind of game but everything is modd-able and switching out your skateboards for rollerblades is the easiest thing to do. When it comes who who you’re rebelling against, there’s three or four authorities in the book, and room to write even more! The game is about jumping through portals, away from your dull small town, but there’s also a great list of options of places other than Hillview, written by various authors around the world, as well as tips on how to hack the game in case the multiverse isn’t your jam.

#dnd #jet set radio #game recommendations #teenagers #rebellion #indie ttrpgs #asks #tabletop games

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