#kaplan rp

[checkxmaster]

[From Good Rain] "What the hell is all this...?" Rain muttered. In her attempt to escape the things running around the streets, she stumbled her way into a relatively narrow corridor lined with wires and panels. She squinted as she crept along, trying to discern if the dark shape further down was a person or not.

Chad couldn't believe he'd done something this incredibly stupid, but that one momentary lapse in judgement might just have been the best thing that ever happened to him. As he'd been doing routine maintenance, Chad had managed to zap himself with a live wire. An amateur mistake, really, and if anything, proof that he wasn't one of the genetically perfect clones that reminded him of his lost teammates and other former comrades each and every day.

Being briefly acquainted with electrocution had given him a good shock and hurt like a bitch, but he didn't think it had done any permanent damage. What it did damage, though... was the mechanical scarab that had been keeping him conveniently enslaved to the Umbrella Corporation. With the control temporarily disrupted, Chad had wasted no time it ripping it from his chest and destroying the damn thing.

He knew it was only a matter of time before the Queen realized he was offline and no longer carrying out the orders she barked, so Chad tried to work fast. There was a simulation running today, and that was the perfect time for a diversion that just might give him the opportunity to get the hell out of this horrible place. Keeping to the behind-the-scenes maintenance tunnels, Chad had been poking around with some of the settings and and controls for the Suburbia testing floor. If he could disrupt things a bit and give the Queen a reason to deploy her clones to take care of a little mess caused by a malfunctioning simulation, he might be able to reach the submarine pens...

He didn't plan on having company, though. Looking up from the control panel he'd been tinkering with when he heard a voice, Chad couldn't believe his bad and rather strange lucky. "Aw, shit," he muttered in response. Nevertheless, of all the people who could have found him, the Suburbia version of Rain wasn't the worst. At least she wouldn't want to kill him. This was still far from an ideal situation, though. Now he had a civilian to look after.

"Uh... hey," he said awkwardly. he was still really fuzzy from breaking free of Umbrella's control, and now he had to look into a very familiar face and somehow continue on like there was no problem at all. Just talk to her like she's a regular person, he reminded himself. Because she was just a regular person, in her own mind. Her frankensteined genetics weren't her fault. "Yeah, you... weren't supposed to see any of this," he said, looking around within the maintenance corridor. "Congrats on making it out of that mess alive, though."

He went back to tinkering, but clearly if this clone had been able to wander her way out of the simulation, what he'd done was causing enough of a disruption to matter already. "Rain, right?" he asked, even though he already knew. "You can call me Kaplan. Look, I don't have a lotta time to explain things to you, but we've gotta get the hell out of here. And fast. You in?"

[inchaosthereiscalculation]

"May she be strong and wise, and the best at her craft."

"May she be smart and not annoying. And, also not super political."

"May she be pleasant looking."

"Can she bring some advil?"

These were the hopes of the women of Agatha's newly minted, 'not right-minded' coven of witches, who had taken to the witch's road in the hopes of fulfilling their hearts' desires.

Their stated intentions were followed by more chanting, and some furious, wild gesticulating on the part of one Agatha Harkness, all of which must have worked because, suddenly, one Wanda Maximoff found herself no longer buried underneath a mountanous collapsed cavern, but very much conscious of the fact that she was alive. It was a fact made clear by a dramatic display, one that saw Wanda coughing up dirt as she clawed her way out of the ground, up from what was certainly far too shallow of a grave to be where her body had originally fallen.

Wanda was dirty, bruised, and certainly not looking her best, but at least she could say now that her fingertips were stained by more than just her use of the Darkhold's power.

Predictably, given the circumstances in which they'd parted, Agatha was unhappy to see Wanda. "Oh, give me a break," she scoffed. The looks of confusion the expression garnered had Agatha explaining to the group, "She's no green witch. She's a chaos witch."

"And what do you think causes creation?" challenged Wanda before answering her own rhetorical question. "It's chaos. After all, they say the Earth was created by an explosion, and what's greener than Earth? Besides, I made my own apple orchard. Before..." she'd truly spiraled. "Or after..." Westview and the destruction of everyone she held dear. "It doesn't matter. I found peace in it for a time. Solace." Though, clearly, not peace enough.

"Now, before we get off on the wrong foot," she said, red sparks already at the ready at her fingertips, "does anyone care to tell me where I am and why I'm here?"

[ipavedtheroad]

hey, rabbit experts, what does it mean when a rabbit/demon does this? is he attempting an infernal ritual? he hasn't stopped for the past 3 hours...

[kaplamb]

Gay

What abstute observation.

Is this it now? instead of yelling "Witch!" Is now "Gay" and instead of Salem is just Tumblr. Should i make a group called the Tumblr seven

[checkxmaster]

Chad really hated how empathetic he was. As a commando, it had been a huge handicap, with his emotion hindering him at every turn. As someone who had been trapped inside their own mind for years, it had been hell, with him having to watch as his body was made to do and his mouth made to say things he never would have in a million years. Now, free again in a much-changed world, he wished his damn emotions would just leave him alone. Why couldn't he just go could and stop caring? Wouldn't that just be easier? And at any rate, what good was a heart in a world that was mostly dead anyway?

Which... made him think of Alice and Becky. Maybe that's what a heart was good for, helping other people to do what they needed around all the horror. Although he was pretty sure he'd be discarded or kindly told to move along once Alice had gotten Becky to a safe place, that didn't make him want to help them any less. Except... was there any safe place a child could be brought? There had to be... somewhere.

Slowly but surely, Chad cleared the small buildings of the research outpost, thankfully not finding any more undead. Anytime he came across keys or keycards or anything that looked important, he pocketed them, not wanting to have to go on a hunt for something they might need later on. As he walked out of the last building, Chad pressed the button on his earpiece to talk. "All clear in the buildings. I'm gonna check out the helicopter."

Aside from being a bit snow covered and the door being frozen shut, once Chad was able to jimmy it open, the helicopter looked like it was in good condition. Well, inasmuch as it didn't appear damaged. Whether or not it would run was another story. "It's clear, too. It looks okay, but I'd have to check it's power and fuel situation to see if it'll actually start," he said to Alice. He puffed air into his hands, for his fingers were beginning to lock up from the cold. "Heading back."

Once he was back inside the vehicle, he sat down with a sigh. "Well, the buildings are clear, there was only one undead, but it's cold as hell in them. I saw some generators, but they might not work given the cold and the lack of maintenance. I can work on 'em if you think we might stay for a while, but personally I think getting the hell out of here is a much better idea."

He looked down at his red, throbbing fingers, trying to flex some life back into them. "Everything had a healthy layer of dust on it, so I don't think anyone living's been here in a while. That could be a problem for the helicopter, but I'll try to get it operational. I saw some lockers, some lockboxes, things like that in the buildings. They might have other supplies in them. I didn't check, but I found a bunch of keys and keycards that probably open 'em all. I think our best bet is to work on that helicopter and try to get somewhere warmer, and more importantly, away from the facility we just left. What do you think?"

checkxmaster​:

Alice was really quiet, and Chad didn’t know whether that’s because she was tired - she sure looked it - or because she was still wary of him and not wanting to overly carry on any detailed conversations with him. Either way, he decided to just leave her be and focused on getting them where they needed to go. Even if he was going to be little more than a chauffeur, that was fine with him. At least he was doing something good, and he was doing it with his own free will.

He found the way she cared for Becky extremely endearing. Remembering Alice’s disgust in the Hive for anything undead or mutated, and seeing it again firsthand now, he half expected Alice to just consider Becky another result of Umbrella’s twisted research and leave it at that. But no, she had too much of a heart for that, whether she wanted to or even could admit that to herself. Regardless of her origins, the girl was still a human being, and that was enough for Chad to want to protect her. He was glad that Alice felt the same.

Once they arrived at the station complex and he parked their vehicle amongst the buildings, he nodded at Alice’s decision to stay behind with Becky. “Uh… yeah,” he said, thinking fast and delving into one of the drawers that emerged with the push of a button, containing various communication tech. Chad drew out two ear pieces and took a minute to sync them to a device that would let them hear each other and communicate. “Okay, here,” he said, handing her one of the ear pieces. He then put his own into his right ear. “We’ll be able to hear each other, so if you just talk normally, I’ll hear you.” And of course she’d hear anything - or anyone - he ran into as well.

Bundling up for the cold and heading out, Chad closed the door of the vehicle behind him before trudging through the snow to the building that looked like it might be the central office. Keeping his eyes peeled for movement, he had a semi-automatic rifle at the ready, just in case. The place should have been deserted, but he wasn’t about to take anything for granted.

As he made his way toward the central building that was little more than a metal shack-sized office, Chad didn’t notice anything strange other than that the door was wide open. Snow and ice had it stuck it place, and inside the office was halfway filled with snow. He pushed his way in, gun held up. “Hello?” he called, looking around. No answer. He was about to lower the gun when sudden movement and sound had him backing up quickly, his back slamming against the door…

At the other end of the office was one of the undead, well-preserved in the cold, a chain tied around its neck. It rasped and wheezed as it frantically clawed and reached in Chad’s direction, straining against the chain. It’s gray, frosty skin and clouded eyes made it a ghostly sight to behold, but what really made Chad’s stomach turn were the little flashes of color sticking out of its head. Squinting, he realized they were the brightly-colored plastic flights of darts. Playing darts. Someone had tethered this dead person up and thrown darts at its face.

“What the fuck, people, come on…” Chad said, shaking his head as he took aim. “That’s really messed up…” He took the shot, hitting the corpse in the forehead and dropping it. Who was this person, he wondered? Likely one of the co-workers of the people who chained it up… and that’s why it bothered Chad so much. “It’s okay, Alice, it was only one, and it’s dead now,” he told her, his voice sounding a little sad, a little defeated, as he moved on. Chad had a very big heart, and things like this tended to stick with him for a long time.

@checkxmaster​

Alice was wary and exhausted, keeping the girl close to her as she slept. When Kaplan stopped the vehicle and approached with the device, she took it slowly, examining it before locking eyes with him and putting it in his ear. With a nod, she readjusted her arm around Becky and looked outside before resuming her position in the vehicle.

Hearing him through her ear, she thought back to all the survivors she had come across up until this point, to all the bullshit she discovered Umbrella had been up to. How would they save the world the way it was now? She didn’t care before, but now that there was a child in the mix…

“What the fuck, people, come on…”

Blinking, Alice tensed at the sound of his gun. His voice a moment later made her sigh the breath she had held in.

“Good,” she said softly, glancing down at the girl, still fast asleep. She wondered if Becky had good dreams, or would only have nightmares now, like her.

[inmutant]

Canon divergent, independent and selective LUNA MAXIMOFF, of the Marvel comics, daughter of Pietro Maximoff and Crystal Amaquelin.

Mix of 616 and mcu/xmcu. Rules and Bio can be found here X

promo credit X

[uniquedarkobject]

Hi there! I’m a 23-year-old writer (any pronouns) looking for M roleplay partners aged 19+ who’d be interested in slice-of-life style fandom stories with Marvel characters and some original characters (OCs) of mine! I’m particularly focused on MxM pairings and lean towards writing on the submissive side, but I’m flexible if the vibe feels right for both of us. While NSFW content is encouraged, it won’t be the sole focus of our scenarios unless we both agree to it for certain ideas. SFW stories are also on the table! We can follow some MCU plot lines and alter them as we see fit according to our taste and all that aswell, every Character will be 18+ and I already have face claims for most of these too.

Current muses of mine include:

Billy Kaplan (Wiccan,he is my highest muse right now!)

Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)

Bobby Drake (Iceman)

Rio Vidal (Death, gender-swapped)

Plus some of my OCs, who I’ll introduce once we hit it off! (Note: Some of my OCs are trans, so please be trans-friendly.)

Characters I’d love for you to write as:

Theodore Altman (Hulkling)

Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)

Thomas Shepherd (Speed)

Nicolas Scratch

Roberto da Costa (Sunspot)

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Agatha Harkness (gender-swapped)

Feel free to suggest other characters you enjoy writing,I’m pretty open-minded and if you have some OCs feel free to introduce them.

Ships I’d like to explore at the moment:

Billy Kaplan x Theodore Altman

Nicolas Scratch x OC

Speed x OC

Pietro Maximoff x OC

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

My response length typically matches my partner’s, but please give me something substantial to work with. Third person POV is preferred, and we’ll be writing on Discord once we figure things out together. I’m quite active and would love to chat OOC about our stories, create Pinterest boards, and brainstorm ideas!

Please message me if you are interested 🫶

[satanlyedit]

ICON PACK & PSD SATANLY90 / JOE LOCKE

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤICON PACK AND PSD ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ COLORING ( 1$) HERE

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤclick the source link to find a download for this icon pack.

With this purchase you fully support the Health Donation at ko-fi, thank you for your help.

☾ PLEASE GIVE CREDITS (FAV & REBLOG) , TWITTER @ _BRUJADELNORTE

BY PURCHASING THIS ITEM YOU FULLY SUPPORT "HEALTH DONATION

☾ SUPPORT ME IN:

PATREON

DEVIANART

Buy me a KO-FI

☾ PSD by Satanly.

[tightintheolwebshooter]

Plotting call. Okay so I just binge watched Agatha All Along and my Peter Parker muse is screaming at me that he wants a Billy Kaplan/Maximoff. So if there are any Billy rpers please either like this post or send me a message, I'd love to bring this blog out of retirement and get something going.

[checkxmaster]

"The hell is your problem, dude? Did you seriously forget about me? Or what, you think I'm a clone? Be for real."

It was getting dark, so Chad pulled his armored vehicle over to the side of the road and set about preparing to settling in for the night. Over the years, he'd accumulated a lot of tech to help him survive, from computers and GPS, to motion sensors, timers, and alarms. Generators and power storage units were essential, as were solar panels and other methods of harnessing power as electrical grids began to fail seemingly everywhere.

Some of the tech he built himself, having raided hardware stores for parts, and others he'd acquired from abandoned police stations and homes. It passed the time, to sit and occupy himself with building computers, or to set up surveillance systems, or to create spreadsheets to catalogue all of his supplies, and he liked to keep his skills sharp. Why? He didn't really know anymore. Maybe it just kept him sane. He had about a million flashlights, flares, weapons, and a multitude of ammunition types, complete with all the batteries, solar chargers, hardware enhancements, additional parts, and optional adjustments he could store.

Metal boxes, backpacks, and duffel bags were stacked in an almost hedge-maze-like fashion inside the armored vehicle he'd taken over after it had been abandoned by the military. His bed was little more than a shelf nestled into all this organized chaos, but he found it strangely comforting to be boxed in while he slept... especially since he was alone most of the time.

Occasionally he joined up with some survivors, but he found it difficult to remain with them. Their goals were vastly different, with civilians wanting to find somewhere safe to hunker down and barricade, and Chad wanting to keep on the move to see what he could do to screw Umbrella over or help other people.

He'd gotten his motion sensor perimeter up around his mobile home, as it were, and had just taken his nightly dose of painkillers so he'd have half a chance of sleeping. The deep scars from where the licker had grabbed him as well as the pain of a few broken bones that hadn't quite healed properly from being thrown off the train on the way out of the Hive had him pretty much in near-constant pain. He'd learned to live with it, and as long as he was busy and moving, he could ignore it. At night, though, he needed some extra help from good ol' pharmaceuticals. Just over-the-counter, though, nothing too heavy. He couldn't risk not being able to wake up if something significant went down. And absolutely nothing with an Umbrella logo on the bottle.

That was when one of his alarms went off, indicating that something was moving in the near vicinity of the vehicle. "Really?" he groaned, his head falling to the right as he lay in his bed to look at the screen across the way. Sure enough, it was blinking. Sighing, he sat up and typed away, looking at the camera feed indicating movement. To his severe disappointment, it wasn't one of the undead. It looked like a soldier of some kind. "Just perfect," he said cynically. Grabbing a couple guns, he went out to investigate. What he found was... startling, to say the least.

It... it was Rain. His heart began to pound. No, Rain's dead. Don't get fooled again by those stupid clones. Man, they were creepy... Clones of his now-deceased friends and comrades that often times acted nothing like the originals. The Rain ones... were always particularly nasty. He lifted his rifle, leveling it at her. "That's far enough," he said coldly, assuming this was a clone. How can it not be?

But then she spoke, and almost simultaneously he began to notice that she looked a bit older. The clones always looked young, pristine. Swallowing hard, Chad found it difficult to breathe with how vigorously his heart was now pounding, rattling his ribcage. Faltering a little in his resolve, the tip of his rifle slowly dipped a bit and he stared incredulously at her.

"N-no, I-... Of course I didn't forget about you, but..." But you're dead. You've gotta be. Forgetting Rain - or anyone else he'd lost in the Hive due to his incompetence, poor planning, and cracking under the pressure - was never an option. He saw their faces almost nightly in the twisted horrors of his guilt-fueled nightmares.

Chad blinked, not knowing what to do. The rifle lowered just a bit more at the mention of clones. "Yeah, actually, that's exactly what I'm thinking. Wait, you're-... Are you telling me you're not a clone?" Oh, how he wanted to believe that, but he'd been fooled before, almost fatally. "Come on, don't fuck with me..." he said, more with a crestfallen type of exhaustion than with any sort of real intimidation attempt. "If you're not a clone... then prove it."

If this really was Rain, the real Rain, then he was about to feel like a huge jerk momentarily. But if it wasn't... he couldn't afford to let his guard down...

[hcrctic]

looking for billy and tommy, if found send them this witch's way.

[bridgesbcrned]

on that note.

plot/starter call for billy kaplan!!!

[ipavedtheroad]

Billy Joel, Billy idol, Billie eillish, Billy Kaplan may fav billy(s)

woah! I get join the ranks of the greats!

[kaplamb]

AGATHAA!!!

[youmissedone]

After stumbling her way through multiple corridors in the dark, seemingly abandoned hospital she had woken up in, Rain finally came across another soul. "Oliveira...? That you, man?"

@wanderingaroundwithmysoul

Things had gone so bad so quickly on this mission that even a seasoned soldier like Carlos was a little bit in shock. His platoon was given such limited information going in, and granted he'd forced the issue by jumping out of a helicopter before they'd reached their ordered drop-off location, but... Geezus, this was bad. Training for the U.B.C.S. was pretty standard military training, with a side order of here's how to handle panicked civilians affected by various biological agents. "Agents." Carlos wished he'd gotten a lot more clarification for that term, because he never in a million years expected it to be crazed, virally-infected human beings.

His experiences dealing with guerilla warfare in Brazil in his youth had conditioned him to some extent on how to deal with full-on combat breaking out in the middle of civilian streets, but... this... This was something entirely different. No matter how radicalized people became, they still had instincts, senses of self-preservation, or some kind of morals or stakes that could be appealed to to some degree to get them to stand down. These people... it was like they had rabies or something that affected their brain function. They just kept coming, regardless of the imminent danger to their lives. Regardless of being told to stay where you are or I'll shoot.

Yuri had fallen first. Bitten by one of those things, and then... well, he became as crazed as they were. It was some kind of transmittable biological agent, Carlos had determined, though he didn't know how to protect against it. It seemed to be a lot like rabies in that the sufferers would eventually become uncontrollably aggressive and seek to bite others to transmit the pathogen.

The rabies virus, Carlos knew, had mechanisms to make its host more aggressive in the final stages, when the host was dying, so that the virus would be passed on through bites and other contact with blood or saliva and not die with the host. Maybe... this was something similar? He could only speculate, because his employers were mum about the details, especially after he'd reported Yuri's demise. As soon as he began radioing back that any of his group was infected... Umbrella went radio silent on them. That was when Carlos knew he really had a serious problem on his hands.

Nikolai had been the next to die, taken down by dogs infected by whatever this was that was killing people. Apparently it wasn't limited to human hosts, but also affected dogs, cats, birds... you name it. Carlos had done his best to try and protect him but... it was too late. Now he found himself trying to track some kind of supply drop he'd seen be delivered by helicopter after his last radio. He wasn't entirely sure it was to do with his platoon, but it was something, some form of communication from Umbrella, and so he felt compelled to check it out.

He'd zeroed in on the Racoon City General Hospital, but as soon as he entered the place, he knew something was very wrong. It was empty. And silent. During a crisis? During a life-and-death biohazard situation in which people were being bitten, scratched, torn apart, and literally eaten alive... the hospital was... empty? That made no sense to him. Cautiously, he held his semi-automatic rifle at the ready as he moved methodically through the building, looking for whatever had dropped from that helicopter. He'd found nothing thus far, until he turned a corner and-

"Ocampo?" Carlos said, immediately lowering his rifle upon seeing his friend and Umbrella comrade. He was glad to see a familiar face, but even so, his brow furrowed. "They didn't tell us they were deploying Sanitation as well," he mused, before looking her over, taking a couple steps towards her. "Are you alright? What happened to you?" She really didn't look good, if he was being honest. Then again, nobody was looking great right now, given the situation here.

He tossed his rifle behind him to his right side, leaving it hanging by its strap as he took out a semi-automatic pistol. "Here," he said, offering it to her along with a couple of magazines. "The situation's gone to hell in the city. My platoon was overrun within minutes. I'm all that's left. Umbrella's not responding to my evac calls. We're gonna have to fight our way out."

[thechxckmxte]

“ 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙒𝙚’𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. . . ”

An experienced portrayal of Chad Kaplan from Resident Evil, used to write the muse on Twitter. Literate and descriptive, will match in detail. Writer is an adult so no minors ! Open to characters from films and games. The account rules are found here. Written by: #Endure. Shipping: with heavy chemistry, multi-ship. OC and AU friendly. Crossovers are welcome.

Feel free to send starters, ask anything or hit me up!