#experimental rp

[verumestquodlegitur]

Experimental RP Call: Solve a murder!

Golden Age of Crime Writing meets Discord ✒️:

Looking for a group of about 10 roleplayers interested in an untested roleplay idea of mine.

About Be part of an interactive story and try to solve a murder with your fellow roleplayers before the final chapter!

RP Style

OC-based: Create an OC to interact with the characters (NPCs and other players' OCs) of the story

One new chapter per week sets the plot: each chapter comes with a puzzle that needs to be solved in the course of the week. The solution of the puzzle gives a clue to the identity of the murderer

place: Discord; writing style: preferred literate or above

[details on how to play coming soon]

Story

Agatha Christie-esque/Golden Age of Crime Writing-esque

set in rural England, post WWII [story details here]

✒️Would anyone be interested in doing that?✒️

[lovedrunked]

open to: f/nb muse: jackson king, investment analyst / corporate employee, 24-28 years old. plot: your muse and jackson had a brief fling, which your muse denies / tries to downplay much to jackson's dismay. your muse can be his boss, colleague, best friend's sister, other connections that you think may fit.

"you're a horrible liar," jackson leaned in, crossing his arms as he studied her closely, a smirk playing on his lips. "you’re telling me nothing happened that night? nothing at all?", his eyes sparkling with mischief. "because i’m pretty sure i remember things a little differently."

[ask-ganymede]

Ganymede!

[ A voice boomed throughout the halls of Olympus, shaking the boy to the core ]

My- My Lord! You’re back!

Indeed I am. Did you miss me?

Ah… Aha, I did…!

Hahaha, you don't sound too convinced, boy. 

Ah- Apologies, My Lord, I’m-

Hah! No need to fret so much, my dear. I am merely jesting.

Oh? Ganymede, what do you have there?

[ It’s snatched out of his hands. The boy cries out, reaching for it ] 

Ah… I’ve seen this before. Did Hermes give this to you? Tsk. Without asking me…

Um- Yes- Ah- um- my Lord- could- could I keep it? Please? It- it has entertained me well while I was awaiting your presence! 

Hmm… will it disrupt your duties?

No, my Lord! I swear it!

Then I see no reason to withhold it from you.

Thank you, my Lord…!

[ ZEUS is now available for asks! ]

[sewards-phonograph]

they say the best way to move on from a broken heart is to give your heart to someone else. why not try Miss Mina Murray? i hear her fiancé is dilly-dallying in his travels abroad and might not return for a while...

Goodness me. You're evil.

[theunconcernedembalmer]

A quick something I did for an rp

[the-arsonist-doc-ock]

Ghost Girl

She found it by accident. The city was burning around her, sparks swirling in the smoky air. Sirens and screams echoed in the distance as people fled and emergency responders came to try and extinguish the blaze. They wouldn’t be able to, not when she’d pierced a dozen gas lines and let the sewers and catacombs fill with the flammable, toxic fumes. Not when she’d spread oil across rooftops. Not when the flames were so hungry.

The wooden door of the house, laying beyond her usual territory, had burned quickly enough once the fire reached it. Some memory, hazy and distant, prompted her to enter the building. It was large, expensive, the sort of place a well off family would live. She couldn’t place why it was familiar, her mind half fog from the adrenaline of the inferno she’d caused. On impulse she wandered through, eyes trailing over everything after she’d wiped most of the ash from the lenses of her mask. There was only one photo in the front room, a portrait of the family that lived here.

Her family.

That was why this place was familiar. Her farther, her mother, her siblings. There were kids she didn’t recognize, too, her nieces and nephews maybe? Probably. She had never had children that she could remember, so they could not be hers in any capacity.

She reached out with two tentacles and tore the painting from its frame. Behind it, a stone wall.

Always so clever, her family. It was easy to pry the wooden door covered by a thin layer of stone from its hinges and toss it aside. Down she went, descending into the well lit, well maintained stairwell that led down down down.

She didn’t want to be down here, nausea making her stomach roll as she kept walking. But she couldn’t stop, couldn’t go back. Memories of following her father down this same stairwell when she was small enough that each stair was as tall as her lower legs were long were slowly coming together. She felt as if a ghost walked beside her, the little girl she once was all those years ago.

The bottom of the stairwell came too soon and Octavia stopped on the final step, mirroring the ghost. Why had she stopped? Father wanted her to follow, said he had something he wanted her help with, so why did it feel as if her stomach were full of rocks?

“Octavia.” His voice was deep, harsh, the sort of voice that knew it would be obeyed. And it was. She stepped off of the final step and hurried after him, her short legs struggling to keep up with his long strides. She had never been down here before. It was kind of cool looking, all branching white halls lined with doors. People she had never seen before hurried about, some carrying tablets or boxes and all dressed like scientists! She had always loved scientists. Father wanted her help, so maybe she was here to help the scientists? That would be the coolest thing ever! She knew she could be super helpful, even if she was a runt.

They kept walking for a while. The door Father opened was shiny metal and led to a room lined by cabinets. One wall had a counter with a sink in it. In the middle of the room was what looked like a weird armchair. Why did it have those bits of leather hanging off of it? She didn’t dare ask. There was a scientist in the room, messing with things she couldn’t see on a table with wheels.

Father picked her up by her armpits and deposited her in the chair, smiling down at her. “Now, your only job is to stay very still, can you do that?”

“I can!” She would sit the stillest! She leaned back and sat as still as she possibly could, trying to mimic the statues in the garden.

“Good girl.”

Father nodded to the scientist, and Octavia couldn’t stop her eyes from widening and her body from flinching when she saw the syringe in his hand.

“Stay still,” Father reminded in a tone full of annoyance. So she listened, staying oh so still as the scientist tied a band so tight around her arm that it hurt. She was a good girl, she only let a few tears leak down her cheeks as he rubbed the inside of her elbow with a cold wipe and used the syringe to take out some of her blood. Why did he want her blood?

To use it.

To know which chemicals to fill her veins with.

“FATHER! FATHER! PLEASE!” Fire and ice and acid were in her blood, saliva frothing at her lips as she wailed her throat raw. The leather straps of the chair held her down, kept her from doing more than screaming until she tasted copper.

He didn’t help her, just watched as more chemicals were pushed into her veins and her eyes rolled back and her skin flushed an angry, angry red.

He never helped her, why would he? Why had he ever thought she would?

She was the runt.

Useless.

A waste of food and time and money.

“You hate when your siblings call you a runt, don’t you?”

“Yes Father…”

“Then you’ll get in that chair willingly.”

“Yes father.”

She couldn’t feel her fingers, her tongue, could feel her lungs spasming in her chest as her heart fluttered.

Six.

She followed him eagerly down.

Nine.

She sobbed and sobbed as chemicals burned her from the inside out.

Twelve.

Her siblings stopped talking to her, wary of the orange bleeding into her eyes.

Fifteen.

Her skin mottled to mimic the white of the walls, the gray of the chair.

Seventeen.

Her back ached with four fleshy buds.

Eighteen.

It never stopped. Never ended. She was part of the family business now, their most valuable product.

Nineteen.

She wanted to be more.

Twenty.

A signature. One cage to another.

Thirty.

She ripped off her mask, salty water and ash blurring her vision. She sunk down in the corner of the room, surrounded by wreckage.

A ghost sat across from her, so small.

A sob tore out of her chest, cut open so many times to see the way her organs had changed. She bore the scars, under her breasts and down her stomach.

Six. Thirty. A ghost sat across from a ghost as Rome burned far above.

[nullapophenia]

a faulty tool for a broken machine

[verumestquodlegitur]

Experimental RP Call: Solve a murder!

Story Details

Little Kensington is like any other small and sleepy village tucked away in rural England. Or so it seems.

April 1948.

With spring just around the corner, life is peaceful in Little Kensington. The Gardening Club meets more than regularly again, the sportsmen and -women are looking forward to an active season and old Chief Inspector Harper is just a few weeks away from retirement.

But things are not quite as idyllic as they may appear. First, a string of nasty poison pen letters sets the village's well oiled gossip machine going. A somewhat reluctant police investigation ensues, retirement plans slipping slowly from DCI Harper's reach. And just as the hubbub dies down again, a body turns up.

[forestofstarlight]

Open Starter: A Very Special Present (Male, Female or Futa)

The snow falls in gentle flurries outside of your muse’s home as it neared closer to the holiday season. The lights inside were already on as your muse steps inside. How strange. As they walked inside, they noticed a large present underneath their Christmas tree.

It was decorated with green and gold wrapping paper with a gold bow on top. The tag attached reads “A special treat to celebrate the holiday and new year! Enjoy! - Mun”. After reading, the box starts to move around a bit and muffled sounds could be heard from within.

What will this mysterious present be?

@erikwolf1998 @nightmare-the-mercenary @shawty-after-hrs @askkagethevizard @thecrazyone1990 @1-king-many-queens @hellforestrp @the-hunky-fighter @lewdest-dungeon @rp-series @ask-uro-and-lizz @a-den-of-demons

[the-baby-drone]

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Complete. Welcome, User 0898.

TW: child abuse/experimentation talks under the cut

The Lonely.

Useless. She was brought into this world far too early to have a purpose. She’s been used, been killed over and over again, reprogrammed in order to make her purposeful. Nothing. Not a single thing.

We will collect her. We will run more tests. Regardless if she’s a child or not, she will be pushed to the limit until we find out what she’s here for.

Her own kind doesn’t want her. We must have done something wrong.

[lovenpeace-pkmn]

What makes an unethical scientist?

@a-nickits-den

They said something about trying to fuse their starter Pokémon with their daughter...?

[viejonardo]

Yes, it's good that the world didn't end, Lee, but like...

You've had a lot of time to yourself not worrying about the resistance or the apocalypse or any of that.

Your first thought getting the time to go out and not be trapped stuck in the base lair is to go out and drink... How often do you talk about this with someone? Anyone! Casey can at least relate being from the same timeline, how is he handling this? How are YOU handling this?

I gotta ask one more time. Leonardo Hamato, are you okay..?

[themidnightwholistic]

ATTENTION ALL INTRO TO EXPERIMENTATION FANS ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Do you want a place where you can talk to other fans of the fic/au?? Do you want a place where you can rp in the au? Do you want a place where you can ask the characters questions? Do you want the chance to have yourself or your oc referenced in the fix itself!?!????!??!?!?!?!

WELL, I HAVE THE PLACE FOR YOU.

COME JOIN THE OFFICIAL WHY WAS ANY AND EVERYTHING ALIVE (INTRO TO EXPERIMENTATION) FAN + RP SERVER !

[pinkhairandpokemon]

seriously FUCK that Colress guy if I ever see him again I’m gonna snap him in half. he was the one who did this to me. why why why did I ever wish I had powers like other chosens. I can barely keep this new fire shit under control and it’s only a matter of time before I accidentally hurt peoplw feel just like I did when I got cursrd damn it

-Blake

[mayhemsmonsters]

NEW MUSE: Sphene (OC) (Steven Universe)

😁- A Gem who was formerly one of Yellow Diamond's high-ranking scientists. He's most definitely perfectly sane and is not running unethical experiments in Era 3!

[starcomicsoflove]

comic WIP