#mirrors edge rp

[gloss-and-reality]

Hello everyone! And hello to anyone, if there is anyone, who's still in the Mirror's Edge RP scene! I put off making this blog for years, but I always come back to Mirror's Edge, so here I am. Several years too late, but oh well!

This blog is multi-muse, with a mix of canon characters and OCs, all from the same universe. I've seen a lot of Faiths out there and I've always wanted to try my hand at writing Merc, so here goes!

Blog is still a general WIP, but the basics are all here. I've never been good at promos so I'll just put this out as my intro post! Maybe I'll come up with something better later on.

[jahanmp4]

Jericho : "Sir Marius, I mean this in the most respectful and polite way possible, but you already got one curse. Perhaps... Let us... Bear some curses so you don't have to, that's the point of friends !"

Marius, yelling : " I CAN BEAR MORE !"

Jericho "Why don't... you let your friends shoulder a little bit of your burden ? Let the world do its own spin !"

[bonkwrites]

Simon’s Fantasy

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: RP (simon’s in his OP Gear), fingering, oral (male receiving), rough, cloth gag, handcuffs, dirty talk, manhandling, minors DNI 

READ PART ONE: CIVILIAN LIFE 

READ PART THREE: GIRL’S NIGHT

Simon can’t believe he convinced you into this. He’s staring himself down in your bedroom mirror and he can’t believe what he’s looking at. His mask is on, there’s a dummy gun in his holster, he’s picked up the gear from a few different places (they don’t let you keep your gear, especially from his covert missions) and he looks pretty fucking identical to how he looks on missions. The gun might be fake but it is heavy, it’s metal, and it’s cocks back like a normal fucking gun does. Accuracy. His handcuffs dangle from his back pocket and tucked underneath them is a blindfold. 

Simon isn’t sure if he wants to blindfold you or gag you. He’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it. 

He comes out of your bedroom, the apartment is small, it takes him barely five seconds to cross from your bedroom door to the dining table where you’re sitting. 

“Hands on the table.” his voice is rough, demanding, deeper than normal to command respect. Your hands shoot up immediately and lay flat on the table, palms down. You’re shaking, from anticipation or from fear, Simon isn’t sure which one he likes more. 

He approaches the table, stands to the side of it, hand on the top of his holster. Your eyes flicker to it and you bite your lip. You look up at him, trying to give him your best innocent eyes, and Simon is rendered fucking useless for a second before he remembers what he’s doing. He comes around your back. His hands trail down your shoulders, your arms, before he’s pulling your hands around the back of the chair and cuffing them. 

“Here’s how this works, sweetheart,” his voice is in your ear as the cuffs click into place. Simon checks them by slipping a finger between the metal and your skin, not too tight. Good. “you tell me what you know, and I’ll let you go.” 

“You promise? You’ll let me go?” You ask, already squirming and rubbing your thighs together. Simon notes the skirt you’re wearing and he has to adjust his pants to feel more comfortable before he’s coming around to your side and turning your chair. 

“Depends on if you tell the truth.” he replies. 

“I’ll- I’ll tell you anything, sir, i’ll do anything just please let me go.” you beg, staring up at him with your hands behind your back, eyes wide. Simon puts his gloved hand in your hair and pulls back a fistful of it. You already know what he wants and so you lean forward a little, chest nearly spilling out of the tank top you’re in. 

You’re driving him fucking crazy. 

Your eyes flicker down to the bulge in his pants, you lick your lips, and then you look back up at him. Simon runs his thumb over your lip and you open your mouth willingly to pull his thumb in and suck on it. Around the glove, you don’t care, you fucking drag your mouth up and down it like it his cock, still squirming in your seat. Simon cock throbs at the image in front of him. He wants to get it tattooed onto the inside of his fucking eyelids. 

Why didn't he wear a bodycam for this? Because he's a fucking idiot, that's why. 

“Let me suck your cock, sir, please…. let me prove my innocence,” you plead, trying to move your mouth away from his hand and towards his bulge. Simon tugs on your hair, pulls your head back, and you whine with it. Your mouth is open, your eyes are half-lidded with lust. This is exactly what you wanted. 

And Simon thought he was the freak for suggesting it. 

He undoes his belt, hand pulled out of your hair, and you shuffle to the edge of the seat. Your eyes flicker between his cock and his own eyes behind the mask, you lick your lips again. You can't get enough of it, you've told him that before, of the way he pulls your fucking hair and moans when you give him head. You stick your tongue out. Simon's brain is lit on fire. 

"Fuuucking minx," Simon groans. 

Simon watches you take him into your mouth and suck, lips stretched around him. He has to put his head back, he can't watch you, he never can if he wants to last for more than a minute. You whimper, your shoulders twists as your wrists make the cuff jingle and Simon realizes he's supposed to be being rough right now, taking what's his. He pulls your hair back tighter, it forces your mouth open wider, and he fucking sinks every inch of him down your throat. 

You gag for a second, your eyes water, and he looks back down at you to see your wide eyes staring back up at him. 

"I'm gonna fuck your throat, fucking whore," he grits the words out between his teeth before his hips are moving. You moan around him, letting him fuck your throat slowly and going fucking boneless for it. 

He watches as tears slide down your cheeks as you take it with every thrust if his hips. Your eyes flutter closed as Simon's pace picks up. He has to be careful if he doesn't want to choke you, but the pleasure is mounting and he's losing control. 

"That's it," he groans, head tossed back, "oh fuck, that's it," 

He has to pull himself out of your mouth, fist his cock tightly to keep himself from cumming in your mouth and not your fucking perfect pussy. You fight against his hand in your hair to get your mouth back on him. Simon smacks your cheek, lightly, trying to get your attention and test the waters with a slap. You gulp, eyes flitting open. 

"N-no," you say, "no," you whine 

Simon takes your chin in his hand. He's gotta give himself a minute before he can fuck you. Has to. 

"Who's fucking in charge, love?" He asks, voice dangerous, deep, "Is it you?" 

"No," you whimper, squirming, "Y-you're in charge, Ghost, you are," 

"Damn fucking right I am," he growls, he has to pause for a second to remember what you’re doing here, “you ready to talk, sweetheart?” 

“I-I-” you stutter, Simon’s hand grips your hair, tilting your head up towards him, you whimper, “I didn’t do anything, please let me go-!” 

Simon hauls you up to your feet, he pushes you over the table, hand on the side of your head to keep it from hitting the table too hard. You have to press up on the balls of your feet to grind against him and Simon has to pin you to the table quickly to stop himself from cumming on the fucking spot. He lands a smack to your ass as a warning. You squirm, whining. 

"G-Ghost-" you try to look at him over your shoulder but he's got a hand between your shoulder blades. He pulls the blindfold from his pocket and then pulls you up off the table roughly to stand on your shaking legs. 

“I have ways of making you talk, love,” he whispers, voice dark, in your ear. Simon wants to rip his mask off and mark up your neck and shoulders. He withholds. 

“P-Please, please-” you babble, legs shaking and threatening to give out beneath you with every passing second. 

“Open your mouth.” You do as he says without hesitation. His cock throbs. Simon wraps the blindfold around your head, the thick of it between your open lips. You whimper, grind your hips back against him. He drags a hand down your side to take a fistful of the fabric of your skirt and hike it up. 

“If you’re not gonna talk, there’s no point in letting you, is there?” you make a small sound of distress as his hand finds your ass. He takes a handful, his own hips grinding against you now. 

No panties. Not even a tiny lace thong. Nothing. Simon groans at the sight, he trails two gloved fingers over your folds and you shiver with a moan. You stay still, only the uncontrollable shaking of your thighs and tiny twitches of your hips moving. He rolls your clit in slow circles while he finally fucking sinks his cock into you. 

You lift your hips, trying to pull him in. He lowers you back down over the table and you whimper, legs spread wider. Simon takes your hips in his hands, fingers leaving your clit, and he decides he's not holding back. He lines himself up, and you moan around the gag. He's going to fuck you exactly the way you always beg him to. Like you're his fucking toy, made to take his cock and do nothing else. He picks a brutal pace, fucks you into your dining room table in his fucking op gear and you cry out for him. 

He doesn't let you move, doesn't give you a chance to grind your hips back on him, to fuck yourself on his cock like he normally does no- you wanted to be treated like this. You want it rough? He'll give it to you fucking rough then. 

"That's it, fuck, good fucking girl," he growls, "this what you wanted, yeah?" 

"Yes!" You sob behind the gag, it garbles you words, “pleath, pleath don't thtop!”  

How could he ever fucking stop? 

Your thighs shake, your eyes roll back, and Simon can't hold back either. He fucks you right through your orgasm and then right through his, fucking his cum into you until it starts to hurt. He pulls out, a right fucking mess all over his pants, your thighs, and the fucking floor. You must think he's finished with you, by the way you relax and slump against the table. Not a fucking chance. He undoes the cuffs and the gag and throws them both to the floor. They clatter and you pant, gasping for enough air to slow down your racing heart.

He turns you over on the table and you look up at him, confused. You had expected him to lift you  Simon spreads your thighs open and sinks two of his fingers into you. You gasp, push at the table, trying to get away. 

"S-Simon!" the façade drops, you can’t keep it up when you’re in a panic. Simon's hands jut out, he pins you to the table with his hand around your throat. Your hands jump to his wrist, gripping it tightly. He’s not cutting off the airflow, he’s just pinning you. He watches your chest raise for a moment to make sure you can still breathe. 

"You're gonna cum again, around my fingers this time,” the tight hold on his wrist relaxes but Simon keeps you right where you are. It’s a good fucking view. “Got it?” 

“Y-Yes, sir,” you whimper. Simon feels his cock give an interested twitch at the sound of your voice breaking while you call him sir. He puts his thumb to your clit, rubs it quick but not hard, watching you kick your feet uncontrolled and listening to you babble your pleas of his name. 

Simon pulls his mask up to the bridge of his nose and kisses you. You gasp, surprised, and then you bring your hands up to cling at his fucking tactical vest with a vice grip. He can feel you spasm around his fingers as you cum again, pull them in and try to milk them like it’s his fucking cock inside you. Simon groans into your mouth. 

He’s fucking hard again. You’ve gotta be a fucking witch, you’ve put some fucking spell on him. There’s no other reason he’d be hard again this quickly. Simon ignores it, he hauls you up into his arms and carries you towards the bathroom. 

“Nooo…” you moan, arms weakly looped around his neck, “want to lay in bed, Simon, I can’t stand…” 

“Don’t need you to stand for long, love, just need to clean you up.” he replies. You grumble something he doesn’t quite catch and he gives you a menacing glare through the mask. You blush. 

“Alright, fine, I'll take a shower,” you grumble louder this time. Simon chuckles. 

Quick shower done, you wobble on unsteady legs back into the bedroom where Simon is taking off all of his gear. He throws the shirt, pants, and his boxers into the hamper and puts everything else in a box in the closet. Your hair isn’t wet, but it’s a lot less messy. You pull one of his shirts, a fucking dress on you, over your head and climb into bed, arms outstretched to him in invitation. 

“That was amazing,” you say as he pulls you to his chest, “I liked it when you.. Uhm..” 

“Now you’re shy,” Simon rolls his eyes. You shove his shoulder playfully as he chuckles. 

“I liked it when you choked me, at the end, and when you… when you grabbed my chin and asked me who’s in charge,” you look like you’re playing it back in your head, Simon is too, “yeah, that was hot.” 

Recapping (“We can’t call it debriefing, Simon.” “Why not?”) was part of the aftercare you’d both wanted. Simon knew it was going to be rough and he knew you were both going to need to debrief after the fact, as well as the normal post-sex cuddles, a good long nap, and take-away for dinner. You were going to need to relax, the both of you, and remind each other that despite his rough hands and your teary eyes, you still love each other. 

“Love you,” you tilt your head up, your lips brush against his. He pulls the blankets over your shoulders. 

“You too, love,” he whispers in reply, kissing you.

[cera-writes]

X-Men Rp with @shadykazama (closed)

The Danger Room's simulated cityscape blurred around Kurt as he dodged energy blasts and countered holographic opponents. The adrenaline rush was familiar, the thrill of the fight momentarily eclipsing everything else. But in the brief pauses between attacks, his mind drifted. It sought a quieter space, a gentler energy. It sought Autumn.

He pictured her in the lab, the soft glow of the equipment illuminating her focused expression. He saw her delicate hands manipulating intricate tools, her beautiful eyes reflecting the dance of energy she commanded. He remembered the warmth that radiated from her, the subtle crackle of energy that filled the air whenever he was near. It was a stark contrast to the cold steel and simulated danger of the Danger Room, a comforting reminder of the life and passion that existed beyond these walls.

He recalled their conversations, the way her voice, even modulated by her helmet, held a quiet intensity that mirrored the energy she wielded. He remembered how her explanations of her research were filled with a passion that was both contagious and inspiring. He thought of the way her energy seemed to pulse and shift with her words, a symphony of emotions and thoughts that he could almost feel resonating within him.

He smiled, remembering the accidental brushes of their hands, the silent exchange of energy that spoke volumes, a connection deeper than words. He cherished those moments when her barriers seemed to fade, revealing the vulnerable, passionate woman beneath the stoic scientist. He saw her laughter, rare and precious, and the warmth in her eyes when she spoke of her work.

The training session ended, and Kurt's thoughts lingered on Autumn. He longed for the quiet sanctuary of her lab, the shared understanding that bloomed in their silent conversations. He craved the feeling of connection, the warmth of her energy intertwining with his own. It was a solace he found nowhere else, a balm for the weariness of battle and the weight of the world.

As he left the Danger Room, the mansion's familiar sounds seemed muted, his mind still echoing with the memory of her presence. He made his way towards the labs, a sense of anticipation building within him. He hoped to find her there, to share a quiet moment, to bask in the gentle flame of her energy once more. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he might even catch another glimpse of that rare smile, the one that lit up her face and filled his heart with a warmth that had nothing to do with her powers.

-

The worn green felt of the pool table was a familiar battlefield, the click of billiard balls a comforting rhythm. Ellie leaned over her cue, the dimly lit pub a warm cocoon around her and the guys. A few drinks had loosened her tongue and warmed her cheeks, turning the usual banter into a lively symphony of laughter and playful jabs.

"Watch and learn, boys," she declared, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. The cue ball kissed its target with a satisfying crack, sending it careening into the side pocket. A chorus of groans and cheers erupted from the small crowd they'd gathered.

She careened over at Gambit, basking in the glory of her shot.

Ellie just laughed, the sound echoing through the smoky air, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the low hum of conversation. Logan, leaning against the bar with a beer in hand, raised an eyebrow in amusement. Even Scott, usually so stoic, cracked a smile. It was nights like these, surrounded by good company and the friendly competition, that made Ellie feel truly alive. The shadows that usually danced at the edges of her vision seemed to recede, content to let her bask in the simple joy of the moment.

She lined up her next shot, the weight of the cue familiar in her hand. The world narrowed down to the green felt, the gleaming balls, and the anticipation of the next move. The subtle scent of whiskey and the warmth of the room wrapped around her like a comforting blanket. Tonight, she was just Ellie, not Eclipse the shadow manipulator. Just a girl, a few drinks in, enjoying a game of pool with her friends. The weight of the world, the constant vigilance against prejudice and fear, seemed to melt away in the face of their easy camaraderie. For now, there was just the game, the laughter, and the quiet contentment of belonging.

[silantryoo]

BONUS [ RP STONT ] — iz*one’s ahn yujin?

y/n and yujin’s first hangout

WARNINGS ; mentions of overworking, death threats, misogyny

y/n sat quietly as yujin stared at her, wondering what to say to the girl. the hybe idol had just arrived when the news had dropped, leaving the awkward situation much more awkward than it already was.

even though yujin didn’t know the girl well, she felt bed.

“are you okay?” yujin asked, the wind blowing her hair as the two stood against the edge of the railing on starship’s rooftop hangout.

y/n’s eyes moved to scan the city of seoul. she wondered how people could hate her so much for something that they knew nothing about. did people just naturally hate her? was it in her blood?

y/n hated being a kim sometimes.

“i feel like shit.” y/n said honestly, she looked over to yujin with her eyes glazed over. “but yeah, i’m okay.”

yujin looked her up and down. chaewon had mentioned to her that y/n was going to get like this, but yujin had dealt with enough drama in IVE to be comfortable enough to push.

“are you sure?”

y/n stared at her, immediately knowing the worried gaze of a leader.

“if you ask me again, i’ll break down.” y/n winced, realizing that it might have been a bit too hostile.

yujin wasn’t fazed. she understood how hard the situation was. she was couldn’t imagine how tiring it must be to be the scapegoat of the group. the public was brutal, especially when it came to girls who naturally attracted people towards them.

she was just surprised that the public was more repulsed by y/n herself than by the thought of two girls dating. their country may have progressed, but they still hated women.

“i’m sorry. i’m just embarrassed.” y/n apologized. she shook her head as she looked at the business below. “i can’t believe i’m breaking down in front of my bias.”

yujin felt herself blushing, not expecting the girl to be so forward. she covered her mouth, her smile making her eyes squint into a moon shape. “i’m your bias?”

y/n nodded, not sure what the big deal was. “in iz*one, yeah.”

yujin’s face dropped. “not in IVE?”

y/n shook her head almost automatically, hiding a smile as she watched yujin’s face. it was always fun to tease leaders. they usually had the most extreme reactions.

maybe that’s why y/n loved teasing minji so much.

“you have no taste.” yujin rolled her eyes, a playful smile covering her face.

chaewon was right about how the two of you would get along. it was nice to finally have a friend around her age that wasn’t insanely busy all the time (read: shin yuna).

y/n scoffed, leaning back. “you’re just bitter.”

“you’re just blind.”

y/n chuckled, IVE’s leader joining soon after. it was one of the very rare times that the two felt like they weren’t hanging out to make connections, something extremely common in the industry.

yujin finally had someone who she felt like she could talk to about things aside from work, and she knew that y/n felt the same, even if the two of you had more friends than just each other.

the two girls fell silent, once again watching the busy streets of korea.

y/n couldn’t help but start to worry. the media had a horrible way of twisting her into the villian, even back when she was a trainee. she couldn’t imagine minji going through something similar.

it made her angry, and made her fearful for the younger girl. she would never say it out loud, but she would gladly take the hit for minji if it meant that she got to live in a world that wasn’t like hers.

y/n just wanted minji to be okay.

yujin looked over to y/n, noticing that the girl was starting to overthink. she knew that face, yujin saw it in the mirror every time she looked.

“we can talk about something to take your mind off of it.” yujin hummed, y/n’s eyes snapping to the taller girl’s.

yujin sent her a smile, waiting for her to speak.

y/n blushed, not realizing that she had been that noticeable. she nodded, thinking of something to talk about. “i found this 7/11 that sells really niche american snacks.”

“wait what?” yujin stood up straight. her members would’ve loved to go there. “where?”

“i don’t remember.” y/n shrugged, a small grin appearing on her face. “i was with minji and we just ran around until we found something good.”

yujin nodded, squinting slightly as she observed how the shorter girl had started blushing.

“she almost got ran over on our date actually.” y/n reminised, looking back down at the street below.

minji had been in such a big rush, realizing that it was way past midnight and she was definitely going to get scolded by her manager in the morning.

“wait…” yujin’s eyes went wide. “you guys are actually dating?”

“no, like friend date.” y/n laughed, a small pang going through her chest. weird. “minji wouldn’t date me.”

yujin nodded, not believing the girl. “but you would date her?”

“if i liked her, yeah.” y/n shrugged, not sure why yujin was asking such random questions. “she deserves someone who’s good to her.”

yujin hummed. she felt like y/n was hiding something, and yujin knew she was nosey. y/n was her new friend, so pushing a little wouldn’t hurt.

“who would you want her to date?” yujin asked.

y/n thought a little, not sure why the question bugged her so much. “someone who she can have fun around.”

“oh,” yujin smirked, looking at y/n’s oblivious face. “like going on 7/11 dates?”

“yeah!” y/n agreed almost immediately. she turned to look to yujin, wondering if she was hinting at something. “are you dating anyone?”

yujin stopped herself from laughing. “i’m too busy being the leader here.”

y/n scoffed, hearing that excuse before. “you sound like chaewon-unnie.”

yujin gasped, hating the fact that she had been compared to le sserafim’s leader. she was nothing like that.

“chaewon-unnie’s blind.” yujin complained, ignoring y/n’s loud laughing. “she can’t even tell that minju-unnie has been waiting for her to ask her out. i’m surprised she even pulled.”

y/n laughed harder, momentarily forgetting about the entire problem of the night. “sounds like you’re projecting.”

“i can’t pull because everyone thinks i’m dating wonyoung.” yujin whined. she loved wonyoung but not like that. “wonyoung’s not even my type—”

“wonyoung’s not your type?!” y/n shouted, immediately wincing after she realized how loud she had been. “she’s everyone’s type?”

“not mine.” yujin sighed, smiling as she thought of her type. “i like people who can make me laugh without meaning to.”

yujin bit her tongue. she liked funny people, someone who didn’t care about cameras, but who was just themselves. she liked that type of funny.

“minji’s like that.” y/n smiled before glaring at yujin. “you can’t date her though.”

yujin sighed, shaking her head. “i know.”

“i’m serious.”

“i. know.”

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[lycanpunk667]

Fake video game soundtrack album for an rp I’m doing with a friend, with little context

Some of the characters involved are OCs, some are characters from Disventure Camp. David is my oc, Rae is @vampire-ink-777 ‘s oc. This post was pretty much just meant for my friends haha. This does of course take place during the Monster Island Disventure Camp au.

1. “Together Again, Unfortunately” (Characters assemble at the status quo, they’d met already from about a year prior. Gentle sort of guitar sounds. The plane from ep 1 of DCAS.)

2. “Something’s Amiss” (Characters realize stakes are exponentially higher, reprise of ‘together again, unfortunately’ with some warping. Scene specific to my AU. Something’s up with Kristal.)

3. “Sparks Fly” (David and Tom have their first battle. Bouncy, sharp sounding battle theme)

5. “Moment of Calm” (placeholder for gaps. Not as calm as the name implies, there’s an edge of unease to the melodies)

6. “Cloudberries” (Specific quiet moment with Rae and Jake, 5 min softer sort of song)

7. “End of the World As We Know It” (characters put in some reality-altered realm where the world has seemingly ended and they’re expected to deal with the fallout and kill each other. Stressful, but doesnt turn into a battle theme until the end)

8. “Canvas" (Quiet moment during the episode song 7 takes place in where David and Tom compare their scars. extremely soft reprise of ‘sparks fly’)

9. “Smoke and Funhouse Mirrors” (Unsettling romp through Rae’s head)

10. “Sing For Your Supper” (Unsure of context. There’s a chorus involved, though, and lots of bass. Tom and David are involved.)

11. “A Waltz in Viscera” (Involves a terrifically complex reality-altered challenge that reveals characters’ ‘hearts’ desire’, David’s being a violent gladiator arena style battle between him and Tom.)

12. “Apotheosis” (the end of that battle sequence. Sort of an Iliad reference but also really, really not. Think ‘our mutual might drags us past humanity and into godhood’.)

And that’s it so far!

[silvergolddraco28]

Hazbin Hotel- RP Starter/prompt- Caged Dove- Radioapple

DM if interested or comment please!

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*a dark void with a bright doorway stretched before a figure as they ran for the light a hand reaching out toward it. Pale human skin over five fingers flashing to charcoal black over wickedly long clawed four fingers with golden scar-like cracks and back to five pale ones.

“Give her back! You're not ta-ah!”

They tripped cracking to the ground of the void glancing down at their taunt leg to the ankle wrapped in a glowing acid-green chain that was slithering up while a green-tainted black shadow curled around their other leg.

“Mama being mean to Papa. Mama needs a time out.” a child’s voice spoke from the doorway as the blurry form of a golden-haired little girl in a red dress stood beside a tall male-like form holding her hand.

“Dont worry my fawn. Papa will make sure Mama learns his lesson this time on trying to fly away without permission.” a male voice drowned in radio static spoke while a glowing green grin and red eyes came from the blurry male figure in the doorway picking up the little girl and seeming walking away.

“No* STOP!”

**Thump!**

“Ow…” a blond male groaned rubbing his head from where he had smacked it against the edge of a small table set beside the bed. “Not another nightmare…”

The door of the small bedroom opened as a little girl of five or six sleepily stood in the doorway rubbing her blue eyes while dragging a pair of cute goat plushies with little butler outfits. “Mama? Bad dream?” the child asked as the male chuckled.

“Yeah. Come on Charchar, little ducklings need to eat breakfast before we finish packing and head to our new house.” the male stated to the little girl as he got up tossing the covers back into the bed to the time being as he padded over to the girl and picked her up getting a happy squeal and giggling.

“Pancakes!” the little girl happily giggled.

“Pancakes it is.” the male chuckled as he passed a few boxes several marked with childish draws and a name.

‘Charlie’s Toys’ ‘Charlie’s Clothes’ ‘Charlie’s Books’ and ‘Lucifer’s Stuff’ were a few of the things written on the few boxes in the hall. Said hallway was empty of most personal belongings. “Since this is gonna be our last breakfast in the apartment do you want to make applesauce pancakes?” the male, Lucifer, asked,

“Yeah! Special pancakes!” The little one, Charlie, agreed happily. Lucifer smiled nuzzling Charlie playfully before he stilled Ashe looked around the kitchen. It felt *off* to that sixth sense he had that was screaming at him there was danger and to get Charlie away from the danger. His eyes darted about the kitchen before he spotted it. The door to the balcony was cracked open. They were on the first floor of the apartment building. It wouldn't be hard for someone to lean a tall enough ladder to sneak inside and try to rob the apartment.

**”Time to die demon sum.”** a female voice snarled from his left in a language he had never heard before yet almost instantly knew as he moved out of the way of being slashed by a *golden sword* held by a one armed female in tight black and silver clothing, an angel wing pendant hanging from her neck while rage and furry were in her golden eyes.

**”This is for Adam and my sisters!”** the female hissed as she swung wide managing to getting small nick on Lucifer’s cheek as he moved. A nearly burning warmth spread through Lucifer’s body, pulsing from his back, hands, and lower abdomen as he was cornered against the hallway mirror that showed a reflection of the woman attacking him having large white wings with a black pattern on the edges.

The mirror rippled at the ‘burning touch’ with red and gold energy arching along the frame before swiftly sucking the male and child into the mirror that shattered seconds later under the blade of the woman.

()()()()

High in a blood-red sky a bright golden ‘star’ burst into life with many eyes watching the ‘star’ shoot across the sky getting closer to the ground.

A young woman with an x over her eye narrowed the other seeing what other’s couldn't in that light. Without much choice the plucked her phone from her pocket and swiftly dialed a number she never thought she would have to call. The line rang twice before it connected. “I’m down town. Tell me you’ve noticed the meteor currently in the sky above Pentigram from your tower, Radio Demon.”

End Starter

[missazura]

Is there a way I can read up what mirror caleb is about because I'm still kinda confused on what exactly he is

i haven't written up a full profile for him (but i plan to in the future once everything's sorted out) but the gist of it...

this is an AU where caleb and philip grew up with the things they lacked in the main timeline. they have wealthy parents, their sibling relationship is strong, both of them eventually end up being professional witch hunters, a profession that their father left them with. this version of caleb is incredibly skilled and enjoys the hunt, while lil brother philip is more of the town's pretty boy.

one fateful day, evelyn shows up in gravesfield and accidentally kills caleb's father out of self defense. his men went back to report it to caleb, and the brothers set out to find this red-headed witch and kill her. while out tracking with his hounds caleb found evelyn hiding in the forest out of the edge of town. caleb decides to spare and study her and her witch kin under the guise of him fallen in love with her. he finds out about the demon realm through her and the portal. once everything's set, the witherbanes and the other hunters decide to ambush evelyn to steal the portal door and key- raiding the unsuspecting demon realm afterwards.

in the middle of this sudden war/takeover, both brothers were cursed by a powerful witch to be trapped in a handheld mirror, thrown into the boiling lake where no one can ever find it again. hundreds of years pass, the lake dries up- and just like all cursed items someone eventually finds it and takes it home with them. in this case, it ends up being confiscated by the emperor's coven.

in the rp that i'm writing with my friend, he's set free by a human (me) breaking the mirror. he meets emperor belos, who's just shocked to see a version of caleb that he always wanted, someone who wants nothing more than see belos' goal come into fruition. mirror caleb is the ideal caleb to him.

but little did belos know that caleb plans to betray him once the day of unity passes, seeing him nothing but a trophy that he would mount on his wall. belos uses magic, poses as their emperor. god forbid he finds out about the cursed beast form as well... hunting down deer had been something that he did in his youth and he's just itching to do it again.

after all, you can't expect a witchhunter general to be friends with the witch king of the demon realm now...

[achromant]

some small teasers for my entry to the @gw2-zine. Keep an eye out for the official release of the fan-zine, which should be around Valentine's Day. I'll post the whole painting after that :3

some facts about this project:

i learned 3D modeling in blender for this because that was easier than bullshitting my way through perspective like usual

learning blender took 2h, most of which i spent experimenting with rigging 3D models to make them poseable

another great chunk of my blender learning-time was spent on figuring out mirrors because i couldnt be bothered to copy/paste my model appareantly

the origial work file for the painting is about 14GiB of data

the resulting (compressed) JPG is still over 60MB

the first 8h of work resulted in over 200 layers because i like organizing

the last 8h of work were done on a single layer because i got tired of my folder system

in hindsight, i shouldve set a time limit for this project; i spent both more time than i intended AND less time than i wanted

if i were to actually detail the whole painting, it would take me about 120h of total work

the painting references past projects, such as the legendary weapons i designed, and ties into most of my gw2 characters' backstory

the first iteration of the whole painting included 48 unique characters for some reason, among which were elder dragons, destiny's edge, crystal bloom, and some old RP characters

halfway through i realized that most of the characters would be too small to effectively be visible to the average viewer, so i scrapped them

i spent the same amount of time painting Baruhn's nose as i spent painting the whole damn crystal wall

[diverse-hearts-ocs]

@theircurse asked:

“ everything’s okay now. let’s just forget about it, okay ? ” ( Garth )

BITTERSWEET RP LINES

He'd been silent as they walked back into the apartment, his cheek slightly less red than it had been, though he wouldn't be that surprised if a bruise were to eventually form - his father had hit him so hard his glasses had almost broke, the edges of the lenses having dug painfully into the top of his cheek, yet he'd refused to move. He'd refused to allow that man to lay a single finger on Yumeno. "...right". He sighed, a deep breath taken as he removed his glasses and crossed over to the mirror, gazing at the darkening mark, "...I'm sorry that was all my fault. I'd forgotten that I was supposed to work today...I shouldn't have left the tower with you...". He'd almost resulted in Yumeno getting punished too - that was what was eating him up from the inside.

[lunarrolls]

druidcraft + orym & fearne

this idea was in my head instantly and i’ve just been on vacation so i couldn’t write it for DAYS. but GOD i love fearne and orym. they’re my silly rabbits. their friendship is everything to me. so have some grade a feelings!

•

Druidcraft is a cantrip on the druid spell list. We all know what it does—it can do other stuff but those flowers man—they’re an rp killer.

•

Fearne misses Orym something fierce, and it’s really not fair. It’s not fair that they were separated after everything that had happened, it’s not fair that her prayers had gone unheard, it’s not fair that she can’t seem to hold onto her people in any substantial way, and it’s not fair that nobody seems to know what the hell is going on. It’s not fair that the sky is trying to rip Imogen from her arms, not fair that Laudna’s not here, and not fair that F.C.G. keeps running headlong at threats without Ashton there to watch their back. It’s not fair that Chetney has to face his past alone because Fearne certainly has no idea how to help him and couldn’t calm him down when he turned in the woods.

Also, Fearne’s flowers are dying.

She’d never learned how to make flowers like Orym could. He liked to say that he couldn’t do anything special, but Fearne couldn’t make flowers. She could try, sure, and if she tried hard enough, something would probably happen, but she can’t do it like Orym. Dorian was the one who first suggested her new hairstyle one night with the Crown Keepers, and after he’d left, Orym had kept weaving flowers and vines and honeysuckle through her horns, handing her belladonna when she needed it and thistles when she was mad.

And now, as she stares at her own face in Deanna’s lovely little house, she sees that the edges of Orym’s lovely petals are browning. Fearne doesn’t know how long it takes for flowers to decay, but usually Orym would help her daily, so it wouldn’t get close. But now, well, there’s no Orym, and all her flowers are askew.

She huffs, turning from the mirror, and resolves to ignore it. If she never sees Orym again, well—first, she’ll find whatever made that happen, murder them very harshly, and then she’ll cling to the shriveled carcasses of his flowers.

But it won’t come to that. Obviously. Because she won’t let it.

•

And, of course, the first thing Orym notices once they’re alone in the Spire by Fire is that her flowers are wilting. He smiles, that same halfling smile, the same lovable smile, even with the shadows under and behind his eyes, and leans in conspiratorially.

“Fearnie, you still haven’t figured it out?” Orym chides gently.

“I know how to do it, Orym,” Fearne says softly, “I just—I didn’t want to, without you. You—you do it better, okay? So—so you can’t leave again. Okay? I’d look like a mess. It’d be bad. Mister would start gnawing on my horns without any honeysuckle to snack on.”

“I know, Fearne,” Orym says. “I’m not leaving again. Not if I have anything to say about it. You deserve better.”

And ah. Well. Does she? Does anyone? Isn’t that just how this works, in this stupid dimension? People come into your life and change you and make you care and then they leave, unceremoniously and with ever-broken promises on their lips. At Nana’s, nothing ever changes. Her friends are always there. It’s always colorful and bright and fun.

Why is she still here? If they’re all gonna leave? Why?

And then Orym gently wipes her tears, already forming more vines of honeysuckle and mint sprigs because he knows they’re her favorite and always calm her down when she’s stressed, and she can’t help it. Of course this is why she’s still here. Because he’d miss her, and she’d miss him, and they’re together until the end of the line.

“I’m sorry,” Fearne says mildly, as if tears aren’t streaming down her face almost of their own accord, “I just… I missed you so much.”

“I know, Fearnie,” Orym says, climbing up to press his forehead against hers. He grips her hand tightly. “I’m so sorry we couldn’t be there. I missed you too. And you deserve us.”

“Can we change up my flowers?” Fearne asks. “I have new skirts now.”

“Of course, best friend,” Orym says, smiling brilliantly at her again. “Anything you need.”

“You should get some too, Orym,” Fearne says, trying to hide her damp face. “Color looks good on you.”

[dingoat]

Writing Patterns Tag Game

Tagged by @cinlat ! Thank you! Wow it was fun going back on all these bits of writing hahaha, the RP has definitely been going on all this time but to get to ten actual posted pieces I had to travel quite a long way back. Definitely makes me want to actually set down more of the ideas and musings I let float around in my head. @storyknitter @queen-scribbles @mimabeann @vespertine-legacy @tehriel @swtorpadawan @greencrusader13 if any of you folk feel inclined to play along please do!

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Void-touched - Five never bothered with mirrors these days.

Five Years - He was as infuriating as he’d ever been.

Prompt: Six Repressed Memories - The night before, they’d stayed up late, conspiring in the fort in whispers that were too loud, overstimulated and giddy for the day to come.

Prompt: Repressed Memory for the Best Girl - The moon was bright and her belly was full, and best of all the pain had stopped, she’d found the source and shut it down and now everything was still and peaceful.

Artificial - Libby had wanted to hike Mount Marvellous for as long as she could remember, and she was beside herself when she finally had the opportunity to book a tour and be guided up the mountainside after years of training and research.

Prompt: Kiss, as a promise - “I don’t want to go.”

Prompt: "You could have died." - The days had been leisurely and indulgent, but with time came room for doubts and misgivings to creep in, giving a sour edge to the otherwise thoroughly pleasant experience of exploring the late Darth Vesstriss’ private estate.

Prompt: Protect - “Fynta. Hey. Hey is that you?”

Epilogue II - His bright blue eyes were the last things she saw before the lake swallowed her.

Prompt: "I'm only here to establish an alibi." - “WHOOOOAAAA–!!” Three voices hollered out in chorus as the out of town competitor, a burly selonian with jagged patterns bleached into her dark fur, was sent skidding across the ring.

[gerryrigged]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag, @vellaphoria! ♥

How many works do you have on AO3?

14 total, 4 on my gerryrigged account.

What’s your total A03 word count?

27,558. A good number of my pieces are quite short ficlets. I don't have a big portfolio of work - I've been in fandom for quite a while, but almost entirely as a lurker. For a handful of years, almost all of my writing output was in RP.

What fandoms do you write for?

Right now? Just DC, mostly Bats for the time being. Previously, hockey rpf, Star Wars, K, X-Men: First Class, and One Piece.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

hgjkldsf, most of these are on my other account, but:

[redacted] - ~10k, ~1700 kudos, hockey rpf [redacted] - ~3.5k, ~900 kudos, hockey rpf [redacted] - ~600 words, ~600 kudos, hockey rpf Hold It Up To The Mirror - 2.3k, 347 kudos, DC Comics [redacted] - ~300 words, ~300 kudos, One Piece

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I want to, because commenters are lovely and I appreciate them so much! And I try to, I just...don't always succeed >_>💧 or, looking at it from another perspective, I'm just very behind on them!

I adore people's comments and re-read them with fair frequency, and I do love interacting - but I also tend to get over-excited/anxious and then end up just turning the comments over and over in my little paws admiringly like sparkly gems instead of replying. Or, for another example, I got a bunch of lovely comments on my timeloop dicktim fic, but haven't been able to psyche myself up to reply because I still haven't been able to get out the promised follow-up fic, ha 🙃

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh, probably Hold It Up To The Mirror. I left poor Dick and Tim in a really fucked up situation there, and it would absolutely have to get worse before it got any better. I do envision it getting better, though - despite where I end fic sometimes, I'm a sucker for eventual happy endings, especially for my OTPs. so I'm usually imagining a future path where things improve, even if it would be a (very) rough road to get there.

freefall (and the aftermath thereof) also left off on a pretty angsty note, but I give the edge to Hold It Up To The Mirror because of how bleak it is.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'm not sure how to quantify this, lol, I would say most of my happy endings are pretty happy. For fluff factor, maybe my latest, let your heart be light, because that one just revels in the shmoop.

Do you get hate on your fic?

Not so far - fingers crossed it stays that way!

Do you write smut?

Yes, sort of? Like. I have written it, and I would certainly like to write more. But I consider myself very amateurish/unskilled at it, so I'm embarrassed of it and mostly it doesn't see the light of day. Guess I need to spend more time practicing! 😅

Do you write crossovers?

Nope, not a huge fan of writing crossovers or fusions myself, though I'll read them occasionally. When it comes to fandoms, I tend to only have one hyperfixation at a time, and mixing two different ones doesn't really appeal, at least in terms of what I myself am driven to write.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of - fingers also crossed it stays that way.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so? It's been requested before, but I never saw the results XD

Have you ever co-written a fic?

Not so far, though I'd like to! The closest I've gotten would be writing out closely collaborated scenes in RP, which can in some cases read like a fic.

What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

Oh no, if I was forced to consider all of my fandoms at once, I'd have no idea. For DC, it's definitely DickTim. (It was Tim/Kon before this most recent immersion in the DC fandom, when I started to dig into Bat comics more holistically and DickTim reared its head up and swallowed me whole.)

What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hm, I don't know that there are any in particular that I would firmly put on the shelf. The ones that I more generally doubt are all the ambitious long-fic ideas >_> because I suck at those. But they still exist as goals of mine, so I won't jinx any of them here!

What are your writing strengths?

.......Humor, maybe? Oh, I've been told I'm good at conveying tone and character voice through prose, and at putting together memorable or hard-hitting turns of phrase. Possibly structuring emotional arcs? 🤔

What are your writing weaknesses?

Elaborate run-on sentences. Descriptions, especially of setting details such as locations, clothing, etc. (hence why these things are often missing in my fics, lmfao). Purple prose. Over-editing. Overuse of implication/ambiguity/metaphor to the detriment of clarity. Stringing multiple scenes together, scene transitions in general, over-arching storyline plotting and all the other difficult parts of writing longer more plotty pieces. The 'stage'-blocking of physical movement, and how much/little of it needs to be described to be effective. Research - I am way too prone to just handwaving and going ehhhh, something something fill in the blank here, you know what I mean >.>

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done this a couple times, but usually only short lines. Sometimes it's for effect - the POV character might not understand the language, so it's as impenetrable to them as to most readers. Or it's a line most English-speakers would be able to parse due to cognates/related languages, but it's just funnier or feels better in the other language. Or in like anime/manga fandoms, it might be a line in Japanese that most fans/readers would already be familiar with. Usually though I've just been Google translating, and have been kindly corrected on grammar etc. in the comments before, haha.

First fandom you wrote for?

well. that would be in like. middle school lol oh god. I think it was a Sailor Moon/Gundam Wing crossover hghkldjfskl. That or Dragonball Z. Thankfully my recollection of my FF.net account name has been lost to the sands of time.

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

hm. I don't have strong feelings on this; I usually end up looking at my past fic with a critical eye. Maybe the little gen Dick & Tim ficlet I have on my other account? I wouldn't say it's my best, by any means, but that one kind of wrote itself in a fever state when I hadn't written anything in literal years, so I'm very fond of it for breaking through a creative block and being my first toe into writing for the DC fandom proper.

oh, and if you haven't been tagged yet and would care to play: @deepwithintheabyss, @annerp, and @the-alice-of-hearts?

[rphunter]

18+ female looking for an 18+ partner for the fandom How To Train Your Dragon🐉

i require you to have at least seen all three movies + the series “race to the edge”

im looking to pair my female oc up with hiccup haddock, tropes and such will be discussed in dms!

this’ll be oc x cc double up, so please bring your ocs!! unfortunately for some, I only allow human ocs.

although i allow ocs, i will not do oc x oc nor cc x cc under ANY circumstance. no adult x kid either unless platonic.

smut will be skipped over per my comfort, however that doesn’t limit nsfw mentions and or hints.

boundaries and such will be discussed in dms, any attempt to push my boundaries will result in a warning and a possible block.

i can do a minimum of 2 - 4 paragraphs, detail and length varying depending on my energy. i don’t mind if you do not mirror, just no one liners or unfair line distribution. no text talk either ie; “xD, lol, lmao, wat” etc. during the roleplay, outside the rp is fine.

speaking of outside the roleplay, i love ooc talk! please feel free to share memes, videos, headcanons etc. or even little tidbits about your day, im happy with whatever! i will notify you when i need to leave and/or if i’ll be busy, i expect the same courtesy but i’m fine if you can’t all the time.

that’s all i can think of at the moment, will reach out once liked!

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[novella-writers]

Aliens, lasers, spaceships and drama oh my!

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

Hey there my fellow space exploring pals and writers from previously uncharted worlds! I am currently on the hunt for some sci-fi based goodness intertwined with an overly generous helping of drama, spaceships, lasers, aliens, romantic endeavours, intergalactic sized portions of chaos, moments of tenderness and heartbreaks, more lasers, some cool tech and a story that leaves us hanging on the edge of our seats whilst we eagerly await the next reply with a few unexpected plot related twists and turns thrown in to keep us on our toes. I’m not looking for anything based in other genres right now/with extreme amounts of realism so please keep that in mind when it comes to approaching me and reading through this ad.

Interested in seeing just exactly what it is that I’m looking for and to see if you fit the bill? Keep scrolling and all will be revealed!

ZEE BILL:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PLOT RELATED DETAILS:

You’ve (hopefully) read the rules, now it’s time to see just exactly what kinds of stories I’ve got on offer for you. Click on one of the tags down below and it’ll show the pairing for that particular plot as well as a small ‘preview’ of what it’s meant to be about and where it’s set. These are just the bare bones of each plot however, meaning there’s still tonnes of room for brainstorming or introducing other themes provided that they don’t completely change the original idea too much.

When it comes to who plays what, anything that is in bold is the role I wish to play whereas anything that isn’t is up for grabs and can be played by either of us. Again not everything is a hundred percent set in stone (barring the plots that have roles I’ve already chosen of course) so there is the opportunity for some slight tweaking to happen if you’d prefer to play as something else so long as it still meshes with the rest of the story.

STOWAWAY:

(Stowaway x captain)

A injured criminal who is on the run sneaks onboard a strangers ship in the hopes of taking it for themselves after just narrowly avoiding being arrested by the local law enforcement on the station they’ve been stranded on only to be found by the ship’s captain, who appears to be the only occupant of the ship itself given that there’s no obvious signs of any other crew members lurking around somewhere. After a brief struggle the criminal begs for the captain to not turn them in despite the bounty that has been placed upon their heads and reluctantly agrees to help them out with their business in exchange for shelter as well as find a way to pay them the amount of credits that the captain would earn by handing them over to the authorities.

SECOND CHANCES:

(Pilot x rescuer)

After narrowly escaping being captured by the authorities as a result of being framed for a crime they did not commit one of the intergalactic defence forces top pilots flees to a planet located within a system that’s considered to be outside of alliance occupied air space. Tired, injured and afraid the pilot abandons their ruined starfighter and attempts to find a place to stay the night as the weather begins to turn harsh before eventually collapsing in the mud several hours later. A local from a nearby settlement stumbles upon the pilot and brings them home whilst being completely unaware that the person they’ve rescued has been branded as a wanted criminal galaxies away from where they are now. At first the pilot is confused by this act of kindness, only to then realise that word of who they are as well as any news of the crime itself has not yet reached the people of this planet and accepts their rescuer’s offer to stay with them until they find their feet again not knowing that they’d end up sticking around for far longer than they originally intended.

MERCY:

(Pirate x alliance captain)

The most feared pirate in the known galaxies faces off against one of the greatest captains the alliance has ever had in their midst and manages to gain the upper hand whilst the ship they are on is badly damaged from the battle going on outside……only to hesitate from making the final blow once they recognise the captain’s face as belonging to an old friend who they believed had betrayed them many years ago. With the ship heading on a collision course with the nearest planet the pirate is forced to make a tough decision and flees with the captain in tow, both parties more than aware of the consequences their choices may unleash upon them as their escape pod enters the planet’s atmosphere.

ROLE REVERSAL:

(Slave x criminal)

A alliance captain is betrayed by their own crew and sold into slavery in exchange for a large amount of credits. After several months of being returned to the slave trader as a result of many failed 'purchases’ that have led to the captain being dubbed as too 'problematic’ for sale, one of the very criminals that they’d been tracking down prior to their crews unexpected mutiny buys them without a moment’s hesitation once they see just exactly who the person sitting miserably within the display cage is.

OATHBOUND:

(Officer x pilot)

A low ranking alliance officer who has been separated from their crew during a mission gone wrong and is now stranded on a backwater planet is unexpectedly saved from a gruesome fate at the hands of a less than friendly gang of smugglers by a freelance cargo pilot who is intent on keeping their reasons for intervening under a very strict lock and key. The officer strikes a bargain with the pilot in the hopes of finding their way back to their crew, only for the party responsible for their predicament to attempt to stop this reunion from happening in any way possible once they learn of the officer’s survival.

THE MISSION:

(Alien x human )

Seven. Seven alliance ships had disappeared without a trace or been destroyed by unforeseen yet suspicious circumstances. Mining asteroid explosions, ambush attacks, ship failures, all unfortunate yet unpredictable occurrences that were happening far too frequently for anyone to be able to just comfortably sit back and go on with life. With tensions between the alien and human race at an all time high, the alliance itself was desperately trying to find a way to keep the peace without causing a panic. Eventually, a proposal was made. In an all time first since the end of the great alien/human wars, an alien would be chosen and sent to work onboard a human ship. This was considered to be a very large step given many planets were still hostile to one another and the rumours circulating about the missing ships were sparking some strong reactions from both sides but the alliance was desperate….and so was the alien they were planning to send onboard. For them, it was their last and only chance to start a new life and to put a difficult past behind them. Little did anyone know, the appearance of this newcomer was more than just the first step towards changing life as many knew it for the known galaxies.

EXCHANGE:

(Pirate x knight)

A ship full of nobles that are on a voyage to celebrate the betrothal of their heirs and the new alliance between their planets is boarded by one of the most notorious pirates in the known galaxies after it accidentally strays into their territory. The pirate then demands that they be given the heir to one of the noble families in exchange for sparing the rest of them. Fearing for the welfare of their planets and the fate that may befall their best friend/secret lover at the hands of the pirate, the knight of the heir who is chosen begs to be taken instead whilst being under the impression that someone will be sent to rescue them…..only to find that’s not the case as time passes by.

JUST A PILOT:

(Captain x new recruit)

The life of a captain was one which was filled with unnecessary and sometimes completely unwarranted fame, danger beyond anyone’s wildest imagination, a reputation which was far more heavily influenced by any slip ups that the local rumour mongers had caught wind of than good deeds and decisions which always weighed heavily upon their shoulders regardless of the outcome. It was also a well known fact that captains could either bestow a certain kind of glory upon their crew through their heroic deeds, or make their lives the very definition of hell. When a captain who has a reputation for regularly putting their crew through the emotional wringer and a temper that has yet to be matched or tamed by anyone is assigned a new recruit after one of their top pilots is killed in action, chaos of an entirely different kind is born.

TAKING OVER:

(Captain x crew mate)

The lifespan of a captain could sometimes end up being tragically short. It was the captain who was supposed to be the first to jump into their starfighter and guide their crew to victory whenever their ship was under threat, It was the captain who was expected to always be able to know what decisions were the right ones to make in regards to the welfare of the crew and it was the captain who took an oath upon receiving the keys to their ship to never put their own life before someone else’s even when faced with the most difficult decision of all. When the much loved captain of the alliance ship Maelstrom loses their life after a mission gone wrong their second in command is the one who is chosen to take their place as the new captain despite the angry protests from some of the crew members. Will the new captain be able to follow in the footsteps of the one before them and lead the Maelstrom to success whilst earning the respect of the crew, or will the burden be too much to bear?

WHAT LURKS WITHIN A STARRY SEA:

(Pirate x captive)

Although they’d abandoned their less than humble watery origins well before the first spaceship had even been invented, Pirates were believed to be one of the biggest threats that anyone could encounter within the known galaxies. Those who were brave enough to attempt to navigate through the vast starry seas of space without a small fleet rallied behind them would often meet their fate at the hands of the bloodthirsty buccaneers whose lust for wealth and power had completely overtaken their ability to feel remorse for their actions. Any twinges of guilt that did attempt to surface were often easily washed away by consuming vast amounts of alcohol and then drunkenly brawling with other members of the crew during the celebratory dinners that came after a successful day of looting or the claiming of another captain’s ship as their own. When a ship is captured by the most feared pirate of all after accidentally flying into their territory and the crew fearfully plead for their lives, fate decides to take matters into its own hands in a most unexpected way.

Still with me? AWESOME! For anyone who is interested in diving headfirst into these interstellar adventures with me please shoot me an introductory message on discord that has your time zone, your availability, which ideas you liked and your favourite food so that I know you have read through everything. Anyone who messages me with “rp?” or “hey I’m interested!” will be ignored.

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i’m looking for a more niche, specific trope in a long term ocxoc discord rp (potentially dead dove 🕊️), mxm preferred! i mirror my partners, multipara, at least 3-4, but quality is more important, happy to write novella with select partners. i can be a slowpoke due to my work schedule, i can’t promise 24/7 activity and am limited to sparse ic responses over the week but i’m very chatty ooc and during plotting! equal discussion and brainstorming is important to me, i love investing in muses with headcanons, pinterests, spotify, and finding fc’s!

i’m a huge fan of enemies with benefits, and i wanted to do a specific plot around this trope with dark, gritty themes, rivalry, slow burn, and angst. plot over smut. i’m aiming to write a ‘community champion’, basically a paragon of compassion and commitment to his town, against a burlier biker with a harsh streak, rough around the edges, extra stars if he’s bigger, possessive around a certain point. i’d love them to clash constantly, think biker gang vs the community council

we can discuss the plot, i would love to build a world together. interact if you’re interested and i’ll reach out! please send me an intro as well!

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