#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.

[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.

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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.

[maskednihilism]

A statement

ooc.

I'll just get straight into it. No preamble.

Rath, Terios, Typho, @ huijarii / @ dupliciti / @ coldbulwark /@ smusmaes, whatever the fuck you decide to call yourself, and I had a falling out last year, sometime in November 2023.

What pushed it is honestly none of anyone's business. What was a stupid drama between two people should've stayed that way. A stupid drama between two people. However, ever since that time, it has been looming over my Honkai Star Rail rp career.

Every new person I'd try to interact with, Rath was right there to snipe in and push me out. I couldn't make connections for months without the looming fear of this person running to them and worming their way in to push me out of interactions. 

Since then, I've made friends, people who didn't care about the drama or quite frankly didn't know about it. It took ages and at times I felt like giving up. I felt so paranoid because of how Rath acted around me that I kept wavering from being kind to manic. You will understand why in a bit.

I never asked anyone to choose a side nor will I do it in the future. All I've asked from people is to not mention them and more recently, due to reasons, not to roleplay with me if they actively interact with them.

That's how things should've been. But people talk. People make connections. Others are dropping Rath faster than flies. Jokingly, it's been so many victims that I suggested to one of them to make a union with me and make ourselves unionize against them. That's how many there are of us.

I won't speak of their stories as that's not my own to speak. But mine I will gladly tell, with admittedly low evidence as I, the stupid fool, thought I didn't need to screenshot every single weird moment Rath had with me. I did genuinely believe we were friends but there's a repeated pattern of behavior with them. They will emotionally suck you dry and expect you to give more and more while you are given nothing in return.

And to be honest? It wasn't even the worst of it. I got off easy. Others not so much. Again, their story to say, not mine.

What I can say is that if Rath wants to refute it, go ahead. Post the FULL chat log between us on discord. From our group server to the dms. Post it all. I give my full consent because I know if you did, it would prove to everyone how unhinged you are. If there is any problematic content or not pc wording in those dms, I will gladly explain though I'm confident even without me explaining them, the dms explain myself fairly well. I have nothing to hide.

Now you may be asking, “Prince, why are you saying all of this? Is this a call out? Is this drama?” 

Yes this is drama. And why I'm saying this is well, again. People talk. I had a chat with someone about it, and they confirmed by a third party, another victim, that Rath was indeed, stalking and watching over me. This is what pushed me over the edge.

It explains why they kept mirroring me, my posts, my headcanons, how they knew who I followed and didn't despite my efforts of keeping them blocked and them also having me blocked.

I genuinely believed I was insane, that I was overthinking things when they kept dangling interactions with them only to take it away because idk. Maybe there was a different, better, roleplayer out there. I felt alone and felt like I was seeing things when there wasn't anything.

I wasn't. Others see it too. They're simply too polite or too scared to say it. Everyone in the rpc says they don't want drama but how can there be none when someone is actively doing this kind of shit behind the scenes? 

And it's the same methodology. Rath befriends you, love bombs you, slowly starts cutting attention away from you and then drops you for a shiny new roleplayer. But if that person drops them, you have to be there for them. No, that's not how this works. 

So rather than speaking in hush tones and whispers, I'm saying it out right. Unlike Rath, I will make myself known. I think you need help. I think you should march yourself into therapy and tell them “hey, I'm not mentally well. I need help.”

Because people will not offer that help to you if you use them the way that you do.

This will be my only post about this situation. I'm holding myself accountable. Originally on a previous draft of this post I said I would have a friend bonk me if I mentioned this again on main. I removed that statement because that isn't holding accountability. I need to do it myself.

To the victims, I offer sympathy. We were all misled in one way or another, choosing to believe a friend instead of investigating the matter. I know I did. And it almost cost me a friend. If I knew what they also went through, I would've done more to get them away from them. What's done is done. We both reconciled and are making amends towards each other.

I also don't want to become a “Foster's home for Rath’s victims”. If you were hurt by Rath and you want to follow me because you want to bond over that, I rather you didn't. While I have trauma bonded with at least two victims this way, I think we all deserve better. You deserve better.

If you want to follow because you believe Sampo and your muse can engage in shenanigans, then please by all means, go for it. Though I will say I feel a bit wary of those in Rath’s circle. Both to prior members and current ones so forgive me for being a bit jumpy around you if you do end up following me. I will offer as much kindness as I'm able to regardless.

If you're wondering why I keep saying Rath rather than Terios or Ty or whatever goofy ass name they have now… Well because I want them to know that no matter how much they want to change their name, their url, their editing style or goodness knows what else, their actions will always speak for them. This is the legacy you left.

Another person made a post about you. And how you nearly wrecked them. You're as dangerous as you are pathetic. You're what, 26 now? Please change and grow up. Roleplaying is meant to be a fun hobby, not whatever this is.

For my moots who have written with me, I apologize for bringing this issue out. I swear this will be the last of it. If I do vent, hopefully it'll just be family issues or personal stuff. Though I rather not have either of those.

With all this being said, I thank you all for reading this post to the end.

To reiterate to Rath, stay in your lane. I will stay in mine. 

[ash-muses]

(OOC) Just a few reminders! You're not obligated to match my length or anything like that, so please don't feel pressured to do so. I also don't mind waiting on replies (I can be slow myself, so take your time). If my fonts/colors bother you at all, please let me know; I'd rather you be comfortable and I know I have a few RP partners that I try not to use the small font with because they can't read it well. Have fun with it and let me know if you need me to change anything! :D ♡ Starter for @linnylooo

It had been a long day for the Winchesters — hell, their whole life had been one long day. Sam and Dean were seated across from one another at the long table in the bunker, preparing for the next case that had been sent their way. The older Winchester shoved the last bite of a pizza slice into his mouth, closing the lid and sliding it down the smooth surface out of his way. He met Sam's gaze, crossing his arms and leaning forward on his elbows.

"You want a beer, Sammy?" he offered after a minute, gaze flickering toward the kitchen area and then back to his younger brother. Spotting the hesitance in Sam's features, Dean prodded a little further, "C'mon, take a load off, huh? You've been neck deep in lore for days now. It's not going to kill you to take one night off."

The recent hunts held Sam's focus more than usual, trying to track down anything that might help them deal with the sudden influx of people that had returned to life. They didn't have any leads yet, and neither Jody nor Donna had been able to find anything either. For the time being, there was nothing else they were able to do — and while he didn't want to admit it, Dean had a point. Pausing briefly, Sam observed him and then replied with a ghost of a smile. "Uh, yeah, all right," he began, voice low and soft, "I guess you're right. Thanks, Dean."

It wasn't long until Dean had returned with a case of beer from the fridge, twisting the tab off with ease before he tossed it aside and passed the frosty bottle to Sam. Meanwhile, the younger Winchester had closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair with a sigh, giving his brother a small nod as he took the offered drink. The familiar taste slightly eased the edge he felt, yet something in his core still didn't feel right. Minutes ticked by before something had caught Dean's attention.

His head whipped around toward the stairs that led to the exit of the bunker, his senses heightening at the subtle disruption. Some sort of banging. In a practiced motion, his hand smoothly slipped a gun out from behind his back; his vision sharpened, pulse increasing as he held the weapon pointed downward and headed toward the door to the bunker. On the other hand, Sam was right behind him, opened beer sat forgotten upon the table and a secondary pistol clutched tightly in his grip. Unlike his brother, he was much calmer, yet his concentration mirrored Dean's.

They each quietly took separate sides of the door frame and with a silent signal, Sam swiftly opened the door and Dean stepped out, gun cocked and pointed at the entrance. He felt his chest tighten at the sight, his eyes widening imperceptibly in disbelief. What the hell was she doing here? Dean's heart simultaneously soared and broke, his momentary hesitation evident.

"Jo?"

[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!

()()()()

*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

[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!

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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.

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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.”

[tragedynoir]

hi!! so i've considered making my own rp templates, you are a big inspiration! i was wondering how you started making them and what resources you used to start?? i have some knowledge about how to navigate google docs but i'm not sure how to format things very well or where to get fonts and assets

Hello anon! Thank you so much for saying that, and I'm so glad to hear you're looking to make your own rp templates. <3 Gonna put my reply beneath a read more because my response is a little long!

Honestly, I kind of just jumped into the deep end and started experimenting on Google docs, so telling you how I got started alone won't be a good point of advice!

A good friend (shoutout to vera!) told me that the essentials to master were tables and setting images to behind text. I had already known how to manipulate tables, so that was easy for me.

If you need help with learning how to manipulate tables, head over to my server, get the creator role from the reaction roles channel and check my extensive guides for how to work with tables there! (Feel free to reach out in the server if you're lost).

As for background images, I already had experience with Photoshop so I started with that primarily to make my collages. It was only later that I started experimenting with google drawings.

However, this is not necessary: it's entirely possible to create a nice template without worrying about background images or google drawings. I have many templates that I've made purely using tables and just some additional character photos! Just some examples are Nexus Edge (free), Smoke & Mirrors (free), Juniper (paid), and Neo-Noire (paid).

If you'd like, you can take my free templates and play around with them. Take them apart, recolour them or see how I achieved certain "looks" in Google docs.

I'm also constantly learning, and looking it up online is what I do. For example, if I wanted to see if I can do something, I might google "how to do X in google docs" and there may be already solutions online. If you're in my server, you can also make use of the creator questions channel to ask for help!

For fonts, you'll only be able to use google fonts. You can browse them here. You can look up how to use these google fonts in Google docs :)

As for assets that I use, I've always had this page linked in my full navigation with a list of places I find them. Make sure to be careful about licensing of the assets too.

Hope this helps! I know the advice is kind of all over the place, so feel free to ask if you have any more queries. And happy creating! ^^

[ladyinbooks]

Hi Lady! This is a rather embarrassing question, but what does Hiraeth look like? I recently realised I don't know (or forgotten) what he looked like. However, I know every single detail of Damas' face (and body) because Hiraeth keeps waxing poetic about him. (Maybe this shows Hiraeth's lack of self esteem 🤔)

Ooh lovely Anon, this is a great question! You're absolutely right, Hiraeth doesn't actually talk about his own appearance. I'm going to confess this is something I've done deliberately, because I don't think Hiraeth recognises himself, so even when he does look in a mirror in chapter 28 (29?), he only uses vague descriptions.

We actually get more of a description of him when he makes a cameo in Tales of the Interior Circle in one of the AU spin-offs. He has dark hair, which curls a little when it's shorter. When he's younger it's much longer (in the usual Drakkian tradition). When he 'leaves' Alskir, it gets cut, and in the RP era, it's growing out again (it's long enough that Retvja can braid a token into it, for example). He's got greenish blue eyes, and for me I'm of the opinion he's as tall as Retvja (so let's say about 6' - 6'1"), with a build that's mostly hard edges (thanks to his time under Lemnly). He's got muscles - mostly because he's spent a lot of his life fighting - but he's wiry enough that Retvja can pick him up.

It has also just occurred to me that Aubrey picked his High Commander and his Second, and both of them have dark hair and a stubborn streak. Oh my god, he has a type.

[piepiepiemag]

Kintsugi (Fortnite)

Summary: the heist crew desperately needs to hurry up their plan on stealing kado's time machine. the clock is ticking and just when all hope seems lost they get a clue that leads them to a strange place, where unseen horrors went down not too long ago.

or; midas was having a good day so far, until some strange man showed up to his house unannounced.

Tags from AO3: Nolan Chance (Fortnite) x Golden Gear Midas (Fortnite) ((barely)), Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Graphic Description of Violence, Blood and Injury, Not Proofread, most fuckass ship you've ever seen in your life probably

((i have no excuse for this LMAO. ever since we threw these two at eachother on the rp blogs i had ideas for this silly au and today i finally broke. nolan chance you are so dear to me........(˃̣̣̥ヘ˂̣̣̥) ALSO i know this makes no sense timeline wise since kado already had midas's drum gun but. BUT. i don't care lol. au logic.))

The rhythmic click-clack of a rubrics cube filled the entire barn, occasionally interrupted by chickens walking in and out and playing in the hay. Self proclaimed Heist Mastermind Nolan Chance was lazily playing with the toy, not caring for a second that his teammates were trying to get some sleep two stalls over.

His mind was completely elsewhere, still mulling over their catastrophic loss, how he’s going to get back into the estate again, and trying to figure out just how in the hell that twig vampire can punch so hard.

It was useless, he was not getting any closer to the answer, and he was ready to call it a day, closing his eyes and letting future Nolan deal with all of that.

That was until an alarm went off, loud enough to make him jump. He heard some scrambling from the stall next to him and he quickly got up and walked over to Mae who was already trying to shut the ringing off.

“Oh oh!! He’s here, we got him boss!” - mae exclaimed, as excited as someone who just woke up could. Her fingers clicked away on the laptop as she pulled up a map, a red circle flashing in and out on it, on a lone building surrounded by fields.

“Where’s here?” - nolan asked with his eyes fixed on the location. - “And don’t call me “boss”, that sounds gross from you.

Mae giggled as she zoomed out of the map. It was in the middle of nowhere, a small house with only some trees and farming grounds around it for quite a big radius.

“Some dusty old house. It’s not too far from here, half an hour most. Dunno what business he has there though..” - she mumbled as she began clicking again, pulling up an image of the house from he web. It looked unassuming, just a regular old grey farmhouse with a red tiled roof, nothing special in all honesty. The moment she tabbed back to the map the red circle was nowhere to be seen. - “Aaand he’s gone. That was quick.”

“Yeah, bet he is.” - Nolan grinned at his own stupid joke, that made absolutely no sense. Mae just let out a confused “whaa” before burying herself back in her laptop again. - “We should probably check it out anyways.”

He looked over the barn’s stalls, all of his friends were deep in their sleep, in their less than cozy haystack beds. Slone really didn’t need to cheap out on the budget so much. Getting a few hotel rooms wouldn’t have killed her.

He thought for a second.

“Wake Piper up. It’s fine if it’s just us three going.” - with that he walked out of the door towards the van.

The sun loomed over the edge of the horizon, it’s red light making the scenery almost ominous looking. He never comes back after visits like that. They should be in luck.

The heist van creaked towards its location, the radio cut in and out form a song no one really enjoyed as it was losing service in the countryside. Piper turned the volume down completely after she finally got sick of it, then twisted the rear view mirror to catch a glance of Nolan who appeared to be deep in thought.

“What’s the plan? You think we’ll find a clue in there?” - she asked in her usual tone, blowing her bubblegum and popping it as a way to punctuate her question.

“Who knows.” - nolan replied bluntly. Even if this brings them no closer to the answer they tried at least. He cut his words short, he didn’t want them to see just how stressed he was about it all.

Slone’s been asking about their progress more and more. There wasn’t much time left it seemed, and they were fucked. Utterly fucked. Not even one step closer to how they could get the upper hand, now that Kado was fully aware of them. He’s been in bad situations before but this one seemed as close to hopeless as it gets.

Finally the house came into view and it didn’t take them too long to arrive, no doubt thanks to Piper driving over the speeding limit. Today was way too long already and she just wanted to get back in bed, and who could really blame her.

The car came to a halt and they all looked over the house. To say it seemed off was an understatement, and the moment the sunlight hit its walls they immediately recoiled, looking away.

“The hell?” - nolan grumbled, taking another careful glance in its direction before opening the dar door and jumping out.

Once he was closer it seemed even more unsettling, an old farm house with overgrown wildflowers and weeds scattered all around it. It didn’t seem like anyone lived there. Seemed like the perfect location for some low budget horror movie.

The only thing more worrying was what it was made of, it looked nothing like the picture Mae showed. More than half of the walls and roof glimmered in the sunlight so hard that looking at it from the wrong angle was almost blinding. It was as if it was made from some kind of metal, like a newly minted penny, just far more shinier.

He took a few unsteady steps towards it before accidentally kicking into something hard. He shot a confused look down at his feet, only to find a flower, just as shiny as the house.

“Huh? Is this… gold?” - he plucked it from the ground and studied it close to his face, spinning it around in his hands. He’s seen enough gold bars to recognise the real deal anywhere.

“This is weird..” - Mae mumbled as she caught up to him. He reached out the flower to her and she looked at it, a puzzled expression visible on her face. She reached around for her backpack and put it away in there for a more in depth study back home.

“I’ll go in there.” - nolan took a few more steps towards the house before turning around. - “You can stay as a lookout if you’re scared.”

She puffed up her chest and pouted, clearly insulted, but another look at the strange place was enough to convince her otherwise.

“Yeah... I’ll tell Piper to be ready to dip.” - with that she began walking back to the car, silently thanking Nolan for giving her that option. She wouldn’t consider herself a wuss, but weird freaky places like that were never a good sign. She’s seen enough scary movies and she was not cut out to be the final girl.

Nolan sighed before turning back towards the house and walking up to the front door. It was also coated in gold, so were the windows, and even a part of the lawn closest to the walls. Beyond freaky.

He walked over to the side of the house that seemed normal and tiptoed to peek over the windowsill. He covered the sides of his face as he focused, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, before a loud crackle startled him strong enough to jump.

“WHAT DO YOU SEE?” - Mae’s voice boomed through his earpiece, and he swore to throw that old piece of junk away the moment they got back.

“JESUS you scared the shit out of me!” - he snapped back, dipping below the window and trying to keep his voice down as much as possible. He could hear Piper snickering on the other end. She really tuned in just to laugh at him huh.

He huffed annoyed, before raising back up again, trying to make out something, anything in the barely lit room.

His eyes finally caught a figure, huddled on the floor in the darkness and his blood ran cold.

“There’s someone in there.” - he whispered into the mic. - “I’m gonna go in.”

With that he walked back to the front door and took a deep breath, pulling out his gun from its holster and gripping it with much more force than necessary.

He knocked, receiving no answer. He raised his hand again and knocked even louder, hearing frantic rustling form the other end before someone spoke up.

“Go away! Please!” - the person on the other side sounded panicked and breathless. By the voice alone it seemed to be a young man. Nolan hovered his hand over the doorknob.

“Are you okay?” - he managed to force out, unsure of what to say. - “I just- I need to ask you about someone.”

“Please! You’re in danger, go away please it’s- I can’t stop it, just please-“ - his words were rushed and slurred, like he wasn’t completely there.

Nolan hesitated for a second before pushing the door open.

What he saw on the other end was a carnage, the floor was covered in puddles of blood and what seemed to be liquid gold, and as the door creaked open further the person in the corner spun around to face him.

His face was pale as a sheet of paper, his dark wavy hair matted with sweat and blood, some of it sticking to his face. His expression was of pure terror, one golden and one milky white eye staring up at him like Nolan was some mass murderer with a knife. Nolan took a step closer, raising both hands to signify he’s not dangerous, completely forgetting he was holding a gun in one of them.

The stranger’s eyes shot up towards it and he stumbled backwards, a string of unintelligible pleas spilling from his mouth.

“Nonono I’m not gonna hurt you it’s okay!” - nolan exclaimed, his eyes fixed on the guy. He thought for a second before placing his pistol down on a nearby cabinet. He had a backup one anyways. - “See? I’m not dangerous, okay?”

The man on the floor finally stopped, his eyes still closely following Nolan’s every move. He reached for what seemed to be a towel on the floor with one hand and covered his other one with it, holding it down with great force.

Nolan watched in abject horror as this went down, not only was one of his hands fully gold from the wrist down, he caught a glimpse of the other one which seemed to be fully missing, with a cut so clean he could see the bones inside. His stomach twisted.

“What the hell happened here?” - he asked in with an unsteady voice, before it clicked in his head.

Kado Thorne happened. Clearly.

He walked closer, his hands still in the air. The man seemed to be in shock, and from the amount of blood lost it was a miracle he was still alive.

“He just- a man, he- came in and- I- He-“ - he stammered, his eyes wide as he forced the words out but was unable to finish them. The moment Nolan inched close enough to stand in front of him a moment of clarity hit him. - “No no, please, the gold- I can’t stop it, you’re gonna get hurt-“

Nolan’s eyes wandered down to his hand, some of the blood that seeped out from underneath the towel shined brightly before it melted into a gold liquid. It was probably the craziest thing he’s ever seen.

“If you don’t see a doctor you’ll die.” - he said bluntly, making the man panic even harder. Maybe he should consider his words before speaking.

“I- can’t - I can’t go to a doctor the gold will-“ - he cut himself off, clutching onto the golden towel for dear life. He was shaking, his breathing coming out in quick ragged huffs.

“I know someone who can help.. probably. She’s no regular doctor.” - Nolan said as he inched even closer to the man, reaching a hand out to help him up. He wasn’t a good guy by any means, but leaving someone in this state would be purely heartless. Not even he could be that bad.

And that wasn’t even accounting for what he was seeing. A guy, seemingly being able to turn things to gold on a whim. If he got on his good side he’d be a very important asset to have.

“Are you sure?” - he asked weakly. Nolan nodded. Slone will probably know what to do. She seemed to know the answer to most of the weird stuff that’s brought to her. This should be no different.

He man struggled to get up by himself, but he ignored the hand reached out to him and it took a second for Nolan to realise why. Oh, of course. He raised a hand to his mic before speaking.

“Piper, start up the car. The guy in here’s hurt real bad. Mae, phone Slone to get to the barn asap. Tell her to bring strong gloves too.” - he said, his eyes fixed on the man the entire time. He began stumbling towards the door and against his better judgement Nolan hooked one hand under his, trying his best to support him without touching any of the gold stuff.

“Uh.. What’s your name again?” - nolan asked, trying to get his mind off of the fact he’s a few centimetres from what seemed to be certain death. The man lowered his head, as if unsure if he should answer.

“…it’s Midas.”

[dagger-n-ravvi]

Chapter One: Muddy Little Potato

Epel can't wait to start the school year as a Night Raven College freshmen. Unfortunately, he is placed in Pomefiore, the dorm for sissies and weaklings, with a housewarden who immediately hates him.

But worse than that, there is a dark and horrible secret hidden beneath Pomfiore’s beautiful facade. Epel is chosen to satisfy it, and it will be nigh impossible for him to resist.

This fic is a whump, and Epel is put through physical, psychological, and emotional hell. There will be warnings for the chapters with especially dark themes. Please read responsibly.

This is an edited RP (roleplay) Please be understanding of grammatical issues, and enjoy!

We love comments and feedback! Feel free to let us know what you think ^_^

Warnings: physical abuse, misogny

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A03 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55557751?view_full_work=true

It’s the beginning of the school year, and the orientation ceremony at Night Raven College is about to begin. Gilded, ebony coffins have been placed standing up, shoulder-to-shoulder across the walls of the mirror chamber. There are three hundred and fifteen incoming freshmen this year, and as is traditional, they are currently asleep inside the coffins. Housewardens and vice housewardens stand nearby, ready to maintain order and assist with the sorting. The rest of the school is sitting in chairs across the room, filling the air with excited murmurs.

“…and without any further interruptions, let’s begin!”

A surge of golden, magical energy pulses outward through the mirror chamber. In perfect unison, the coffins open. Epel Felmier wakes with a little inhale, then steps out and stretches his arms with an excited grin. He cain’t help feeling all fluttery, even though he’s been stuffed into a set of sissy, black and purple robes. At least it feels a little less embarrassing when everyone he can see is wearing ‘em too. He’d almost hid from his mee-maw after putting them on earlier today. Stupid thing looks like a dress.

“First years! Welcome to orientation. In just a moment, you will all be sorted into the house that the Dark Mirror deems is the best fit for your soul. Please step forward, form a set of lines shoulder-to-shoulder, and wait for your name to be called!”

Epel looks up and can just see a man in a black mask at the front of the room. His view is almost immediately blocked by hundreds of students all jumpin’ to make those lines he told everyone to stand in. Epel crosses his arms and moves between a pair of boys who look so highfalutin’ it immediately sets his teeth on edge. 

“Whatchu gawpin’ at?” He growls as they stare at him in a way that all but screams that they think he looks like a girl. Epel might be small, and his hair is the same, pale lilac as his mee-maw’s, but he ain’t no sissy. And so he feels right pleased when they swivel their heads ‘round and mind they own business. ‘That’s right, you don’t want none’a this!���

The first name gets called, and he can just barely see a bit of movement as someone walks up to the big mirror in the center of the room.

“The shape of thy soul is… Savannaclaw!” 

Epel’s face splits into a massive grin. Hell yes! That’s where he’s gonna go! To the King of Beast’s dorm, where everyone’s as tough as nails. He stands up on his toes, and then hops a bit to try ‘n see his new dorm-mate..

“Stand still!” 

Epel flinches as a hand claps down on his shoulder. He whirls around, and sees a tall, robed figure standing behind him. He’s skinny, and he’s got a girly face with delicate features and perfect, glowing skin.

“Oh, for pity’s sake,” the man looks down at Epel with an expression like he stepped in something downright nasty. “Your appearance is utterly unacceptable. Button up your collar and fix your belt this instant.”

"Fix mah…?” Epel glares up at him, wondering whether he’s one of the Housewardens. The Pomefiore one…? Eh, it doesn’t make no nevermind. He wants no part of this hoity-toity beanpole…

“Hmm. I couldn’t tell from across the room, but you have an exceptionally winsome face,” he says with a little smile.

“Exception WHAT? Didja just call me a wuss? Yer one ta talk, ya baby-faced, woman-lookin’ weakling sissy!” Epel retorts.

“Excuse me?” The look that the man gives him rapidly curdles into flat irritation. “Oh my. Your mannerisms and ideals are just as sloppy as your dress, I see. What a waste.”

“Waste?! You wanna say that ta mah fists outside?” Epel ain’t takin’ guff from anyone here, and definitely not from this prim-n-proper femboy!

“Did you just challenge me to a fight after I instructed you to wear your uniform in a way that does not bring shame to yourself and our entire school?”

"Ain’t no shame but you’n yer sissy face! Ya wanna go, or ya chicken?!" Epel demands. 

“Very well,” he agrees with that same, flat tone and expression. “Come.”

He turns and starts to walk through the crowd. Epel is surprised that he didn’t back down, but he quickly follows anyway, ready to take this wuss down a peg or two…

Another tall man with chin-length, blonde hair just visible past his hood glances down at him in surprise. But before he can say anything, the Housewarden gives him a look, and opens a door. Epel steps through it, and into a clear, crisp night. The apple orchards are heavy with fruit this time of year, and it feels strangely thrilling to be standing here, breathing air that doesn’t have so much as a hint of ripe fruit on the breeze. He’s so, very far from home and what he knew.

And then the door slams shut behind him, leaving him entirely alone with this stupid, sissy person.

“People gonna think a bee made out with ‘chur face!” Epel snarls, then throws a vicious haymaker at pretty-boy's nose. Pretty-boy dips backward, easily dodging his punch without retaliating with one of his own.

“You almost spoke proper English for a moment there,” he smirks, pushing his hood back. Lavender-tipped hair cascades down his shoulders in such a sissy, highfalutin’ way that it makes his blood boil. 

"Shut up ‘n git back here!" Epel throws out another punch. The man pivots slightly, catching hold of his wrist and yanking him forward. He stumbles forward, skidding down to one knee in the grass just a few inches away from the trunk of an oak tree. Yeesh! Woulda hurt if he hit that-

"Pathetic." The man draws the word out into a flat, disgusted sneer.  

“GHAAAAA-!” Epel leaps to his feet and lunges forward to tackle those long, skinny legs. The man makes another weird pivot, then grabs the hood of his ceremonial robes and yanks them hard.

“AGH! FIGHT ME STRAIGHT YA WUSS!” Epel shouts. He squirms out of his robes, then leaps onto the man’s arm and throws his entire weight onto it like a feral cat. 

“Mff?!” The man grunts as the unexpected move drags him down to his knees, looking surprised at first, and then very angry.

“GOTCHA, HNNK-“ Epel grunts as a knee rockets around and slams into his stomach. The wind is utterly knocked out of him, and he buckles forward into a tiny ball. 

Oh... fuck…’ Epel squints up at the man as he struggles to breathe. One… one hit and he's already going down?! No. No way!

“HNGGGH-!” Epel forces himself up and throws a punch at the man’s stomach. He twists away and grabs his extended hand, yanking him forward hard enough to make him skid, face-first through the grass.

"Are you done with your tantrum yet, little potato?" 

"Gah...!" Epel stumbles to his feet, panting heavily. Tarnation! He ain't even usin' magic, and he’s wipin’ the floor with me… "Ah ain’t… no potato."

"What was that? I believe that I heard you speak improperly in my presence. Try again.”

Epel's stomach HURTS, but he lunges forward anyway with a furious scream. The man does another one of those stupid little pivots, and this time he tries to follow it around…

“GHH-!” Epel yelps as a palm slams into his upper back and shoves him forward. He falls face-first into the grass, panting and groaning under his breath. This… this sucks. There would be a sort of honesty and pride to the pain of a broken nose. Better’n the cold humiliation of getting shoved into the dirt again and again…  

"You're done." 

“Agh-!” A knee jams itself hard into space between Epel’s shoulder blades, pinning him to the ground before he can get up again. He squirms weakly, gasping for breath. “I… I ain’t…”

“I said, you’re done.”

“HHHK-“ Epel chokes as that knee grinds into his back. C-consarnit. He’s sweating, grinding his teeth, and so mad he wants to scream. He lost.

"Kay..." Epel finally wheezes, going limp on the ground and just struggling to breathe. “‘M done.” 

"Better," the man says softly, letting up a bit in his knee. "I am Vil Schoenheit, the Housewarden of Pomefiore. To you, I am Housewarden.”

"Okay. Git offa me-“ Epel mumbles, feeling like a butterfly that got caught under a pin. What's this guy gonna do to him now? Take all his money? Make him his errand boy?!

“Incorrect.” The knee grinds down again. “When someone introduces themselves to you, you introduce yourself in return. Try again.”  

“Ngh! Eh-Epel… Felmier.” Epel grunts through gritted teeth. “Th… there. You’s got… mah name.”  

“Epel. Felmier.” Vil repeats his name slowly, with a tone of open scorn. “You will use the proper tone and inflection when speaking with your betters. And you will remember to include honourifics such as Housewarden, Vice Housewarden, or Professor where appropriate. Do you understand?”  

"Whuh?! Y’all takin’ issue with the way I talk ‘cause I don’t sound like you city boys?!” Epel snarls.

“Do NOT misinterpret my words. Your dialect is unclear, and it will be seen as disrespectful when used with those who are in positions of power over you. They will assume you are stupid, and disregard your opinions regardless of what you actually say. Tell me, Epel Felmier. Are you stupid and disrespectful?”

"Ghhh... N-no." Epel pants angrily into the grass, just tellin’ him what he wants ta hear. This ain’t gonna matter in another minute when he gets sorted into Savannaclaw… he wants nothin’ to do with this Vil Schoenheit and his frou-frou dorm…

“Then let’s hear your response. Properly this time.” Vil lets up on his knee, and Epel sucks in a deep, ragged breath. “I am Vil Schoenheit, Housewarden of Pomefiore. Who are you?”

"I'm. Epel. Felmier. Housewarden." Epel spits into the grass. If saying this stupid introduction will get him free, then fine.

“Better.”

Vil finally gets off of him. He stumbles to his feet with a little groan then flinches as Vil grabs his shoulder and spins him around.

“Stand up straight.” Vil brusquely smacks his hip, just above his backside.  

“OW?!” Epel flinches away, eyes wide with shock. “Whatcha do that fer?!”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Vil rolls his eyes. “Your posture is appalling and so is your memory. What did I just tell you about your speech? ENUNCIATE.”

He shouts the last word, and Epel cringes back in alarm. “Ya hit mah rear!”

“Do you already want to fight me again, Epel?”

“… no, Housewarden,” He says very quietly, trying his best to mimic the way his mee-maw talks with visitors. 

“Better.” Vil reaches down and takes a purple, magestone pen out of a holster on his belt. He gives it a flick, and Epel’s ceremonial robes leap up off the ground, shedding grass stains, dirt, and wrinkles. They land in Vil’s hand with a little snap, clean as a whistle.

“Hold still.” Vil reaches out and, with no regard for Epel’s personal space, puts his robes back on him.

“Hnngh?!” Epel freezes as he buttons up the collar, tugs his belt tight, and re-creases the sleeves in quick, precise motions. Gha! He feels like a doll gettin’ stuffed into a dress-

“You have good structure under all this mud, spudling.” Vil catches his chin and turns it up toward the moonlight. Epel can feel a faint ripple of pressure around his eyes and across his left cheek as Vil does something to his face with magic. 

“Grrr…” He growls under his breath, eyes watering as he glares up at Vil. He’s just looking at him now with a weird, quiet expression. Epel resists the urge to yank his face away, wondering what the hell he’s thinking about…

“Back inside. You had better be the very picture of good manners for the rest of the ceremony.” Vil finally lets him go.  

“… yessir…” Epel mutters, taking a step back and glaring at the ground. His stomach hurts, and his robes are so tight he can barely breathe. He just wants to go back inside, and make sure that this’ll be the LAST time that he ever talks to Housewarden Vil Schoenheit.

[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.

[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.

Discord: tiberionwars

TIME TO FLY!