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hiddenwashington · 3 years ago

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the city is still and quiet. the only sounds coming from the wind blowing through the trees as the city sleeps; perfectly at peace. for months now, there has been nothing. no brutal murders, no magical poisons, life has been… almost dull. but as the magic in washington tends to work, the moment you get comfortable, disaster strikes.

as the sun begins to rise, the citizens of washington are awoken by a crash of lightning, a blinding light that quickly engulfs the city. as the light fades, people begin searching their homes, trying to find their roommates, spouses, and friends who have seemingly vanished into thin air. before worry can fully set in, the snarls and growls of something inhuman fill the air. those remaining in the city realize they have far bigger worries than missing loved ones.

as they look out their windows and run into the streets, they see beasts and monsters completely foreign to dc. if one looks closely, they may recognize some of the creatures from the world they were born in, creatures they thought they’d never see again. enchanted corpses crawl up from the river, hellish monsters tear through the streets, soldiers armored in white march across the white house lawn, and creatures cloaked in black float over the rooftops, spreading despair wherever they go. those remaining in dc will need to fight to survive if they wish to see their loved ones again at the end of this storm. it’s time to prepare to fight creatures that most had never experienced before, or ones they were trusting to be locked away in their home worlds. will you team up with fellow citizens to fight? hunker down and pray for it to end? or enter the streets to save those who have never seen these monsters before? whatever your choice is, just make sure you make it through the storm.

for those who vanished, they wake to find themselves on a deserted island. there’s no civilization in sight, no land in the distance, and no way off the island. those who attempt to escape the island by swimming or using their abilities are thrown back to shore by a forcefield manifesting as powerful wind. at first, it seems they’ll be fine, stranded and trapped but, they’ve dealt with worse. seemingly, all they need to do is wait until whatever magical surge the city has conjured up this time runs out. but then it begins to rain, clear droplets that, at first, are easily mistaken as water, but it burns as they touch your skin. as the trapped citizens take shelter from the growing storm, they wonder what exactly they’ve gotten themselves sucked into this time.

after some time, it stops, but the relief is once again short lived as a new disaster begins. every hour, the island is plagued by some new horror. as if on a timer, it cycles through storms, fires, and magical surges, keeping those trapped just as much on their toes as the ones fighting for their lives back home. can they beat the clock, surviving on the island with nothing but each other and the trees to protect them?

once again, the magic of dc has turned dark and frightening; surging at an uncontrollable speed. the more time passes, the longer the storm rages on, the clearer it becomes that the city is changing. allowing unknown entities, and perhaps even more to pass through to this world. the tides are changing, perhaps for the worse.

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-- the city of dc is once more plagued by a surge of magic, separating the residents from their loved ones all over again. half the city has been transported to a deserted island off the coast, trying to beat the clock as each hour on the hour a new plague hits them. it can be anything from acid rain to poison fog coming through the trees. they must survive long enough to make it off the island, unable to escape and swim to shore. while the other half is stuck in dc, trapped in the city with no word of their family being safe or not as creatures and beings both familiar and not begin to swarm the streets. they must make it through the storm as these creatures are set on making this city run red with blood. can they outlast the monsters from home and afar? can their loved ones return all in one piece? these questions remain unanswered as the magic surges on, the tides are forever changing. only time will tell what it will look like as the storm finally calms.

OOC INFORMATION

hello, hi, welcome friends!! welcome to hidden’s 12th !! event !! we are beyond excited to be able to bring you yet another labor of love, and chaos from us!! it has been such a blessing to come up with twelve amazing events for all of you and we cannot wait to see how you guys take this one and run! we absolutely love the energy behind it and we hope you guys will as well!! there’s going to be so much to do on both ends of this, and it’s going to be hard hitting from beginning to end!! please read on for all of the rules and information surrounding the event and please as always have fun friends!! we hope you enjoy this as much as we did putting it together!! ♥

DATES :

july 10th - july 20th july 24th

this event will last for one week in character, ten days for us !!

CHARACTER GROUPING :

your characters have been split up randomly between both dc and the island

you can find where you will be on the list here

if you find that too many of your characters are in one group, please let us know and we will break you up !!

LOCATION INFORMATION :

washington dc --

all the information you’re going to need to know while trapped in the city of washington dc

here your characters will face monsters both familiar and not. there is a long list of them that we have taken from a multitude of different fandoms to give a mix of difficulty but also variety.

you can find the full list of creatures here

your characters will have full run of the city as always, they are free to make safe houses, try and save people, run head first into a horde of zombies for the thrill of it. anything you can really think of.

these monsters will not rest, making the streets everyone has learned to call home unsafe and filled with chaos. try to outlast, to out run, and survive long enough to find your loved ones in the fray.

these monsters will not just attack people from the fandoms they are from, they are free game to attack and be attacked by any and all citizens whether you have seen them or not. so be prepared to fight things you’ve never heard of!

the island --

all the information you’re going to need to know while trapped on the island in the sea

your characters have all woken up on a deserted beach, no sign of the city in sight, the only think they hear is the crashing waves against the ocean. it seems safe enough, except for the barrier keeping them all here, trapped with no way off.

through out their time here, the island is a ticking clock, slowly getting ready for it’s next surge, it’s next wave of disasters to strike.

each hour a new trial will happen, you can find the full list of them here

we admins will not be making a post for each time the disasters shift, so, please make use of the random number generator found on the doc. use this to decide which disaster will be taking place during each of your threads. you are free to decide any which one just so long as you use a variety throughout your time on the island.

if we see you only writing with one disaster we will come message you to ask you to shift gears to a different option. we want everyone to enjoy but also get the full experience!!

your characters are going to have to outlast these disasters and survive as they attempt to cause harm to you and those around. stay safe, protect your fellow citizens and best of luck!!

CHARACTER DEATHS / INJURIES :

this island and these creatures are not here for a fun vacation or to be friends. this surge is dangerous and we want to make sure you all are prepared for such. of course, it is always completely optional for your characters to get hurt or die, but we want to give the information in case your characters get into a bind either from the ticking clock of the island or from some monster taking a swipe at them!

as far as injuries go, you are more than welcome to have any of your characters become injured. if it is something minor like a sprained ankle or some cuts, you do not have to message us admins about it. but if it’s more major, like broken bones or major cuts, please make sure you message us admins so we can keep track of it!

now, for anyone looking for death plots, we are going to be limiting the number of character deaths per mun, that way we can keep track of the updates on the main and make sure that people are branching out with different plots beyond death!

the limit will be if you have 5 and under characters, you are limited to 2 characters. if you have 5 or over, you are able to kill 3-4 characters!

if you do plan to kill anyone, please remember to message the main, that way we are able to update the memories statuses of your characters post event!

QUICK HOUSEKEEPING :

one stop shop for all your plotting, posting and tagging questions !!

feel free to begin plotting now! you can post plotting calls, starter calls or anything of the like !! just remember to keep any in character posts saved for the 10th!

please hold any and all non event threads until the event has concluded on the 20th! you are free to pick them up again after, or start fresh with your characters adjusting to yet another magical surge.

you are welcome to have your characters text each other if they are in different groups, but remember the connection is spotty and unreliable. we also want to make sure everyone is focusing mainly on their groups so please, do not over do it. if we see too many text threads, we will have to remove this feature.

please tag all posts (in character , out of character , para , etc ) with hwevent12

please make sure you tag all interactions with which group your character is in : examples like ‘ event : the island ‘ , ‘ the city group ‘ , even just ‘ the island ‘. this way people know which group you are in when interacting!

keep your eyes on the main for any information pertaining to the event as the days trek on!!

as always, this event is mandatory for all members !!

please remember that not everyone has to have their memories altered, and you are free to keep your character either aware/unaware !! but be sure to remember that if they do have their memories altered, this will affect them in the long run after the event as well !!

and as always, have fun, get creative, think outside the box and enjoy the chaos of our twelfth event!!! we cannot wait to see what you all do with this during the event and beyond !! please don’t hesitate to ask any questions, we know this is a lot of information to take in, so let us know if you need any help! and again, as always, please like this when you have read it all! ♥

#hwevent12 #hw: event #hw: ooc #hw: admin #ahhhhh we're so excited for this friends !!!#we hope you are too !!!! ♥#long post tw

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deanxcasficrecs · 6 years ago

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YESS IT'S OPEN AND YOU SAID NOTHING!! Idk if you're Marvel fans but since the Endgame just came out, would you have some Avengers/Marvel crossovers or AUs? Many thanks!

Hello there! Funny that you happened to ask! I’m actually a huuuuuge Marvel fan. When I was a kid, I spent quite some time reading black and white copies of old Marvel comics from 70′s or so. Black white copies because my friend’s dad collected those books, and he took copies for us kids so we wouldn’t ruin the originals when borrowing them for reading :’D So, unnecessary to say, I was that person who bought tickets for the first English-speaking Endgame display on the premier day (I happen to live in a country that likes to fucking dub movies (I’m just an expat here, my country doesn’t do stupid shit like dub movies so don’t blame me)), then threatened to hit a few teenager boys in the face because they tried to spoil stuff to me when walking by while I was waiting to get in, and then cried and laughed and cried some more, so yes, I do have these. Unfortunately, ever since I was a kid, Captain America has been my favourite, so I’m somewhat sure all I’m going to rec has Cap in them :’D Hope you don’t hate him.

My problem in SPN/Marvel crossovers is that I hate it when all the possible characters are in gay ships (or ships in general). It feels a bit heavy for me, and that what seems to happen in so many Marvel crossovers, too. It’s a shame. Anyway, enjoy! – Admin J

Title: An (Almost) Perfect Rescue Mission

Author: deanshipsdestiel

Rating: Mature

Words: 23,629 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: When reading this, I was so excited at the beginning. I liked the way the author was writing Deadpool and other characters, and the thing that there was a rescue mission (and the fact that Avengers were ‘Assvengers’) but then something happened and the story’s good flow wasn’t so good anymore. I’m not a big fan of Deadpool/Spidey ship (someone’s probably gonna kill me for this) so this might be the thing. Also, there were minor things like Peter not calling Tony ‘Mr. Stark’ but ‘Tony’ which bothered me. Anyway, better than the normal Avengers/SPN quality.

Summary: Dean Winchester’s life is turned upside-down when a red-and-black spandex-wearing douchebag is found in the bunker, blabbering about how his friend was kidnapped and how he needs help on getting him back.

Apparently, Dean, his brother, and their awkward angel best friend are the perfect people for a rescue mission.

( Read here )

Title: I ❤ NY

Author: ShippersList

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Words: 4,327 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: This fis is HILARIOUS. Seriously, I was laughing so much that my boyfriend asked if I’m alright. The Clint on the beginning (stalking Dean and Cas) is pretty much me with his pissed off thoughts and the random stuff that kept happening (thanks to Gabriel) was just priceless. I’m not a fan of shipping Clint to anyone (even if I’m a huge Hawkeye fan and I’ll never recover from the fact that Jensen was almost playing Hawkeye which I need to happen like yesterday) but it didn’t bother me that much in this one, because the whole thing was just fucked up. Short summary: it was so much ‘wtf’ that it deserved all four stars.

Summary: For once in his life, Dean would’ve wanted things go like he’d planned. Like, him and Cas having a romantic Valentine’s Day weekend in New York, just the two of them.

Then they met the Avengers, and somehow the whole gang ended up in a beach. Also, there were sparkly drinks and marshmallows involved.

( Read here )

Title: Supervengers: After Purgatory

Author: JoCarthage

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 1,392 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: I see so much potential in writing good Avengers / SPN crossovers because both of the worlds are equally fucked up. You can just take some parts and combine them together like done in this one, and then write. This fic was probably supposed to be the first part of something and I would have very much wanted for the author to write more but unfortunately, this is all we’ve got.

Summary: Something other than Chitauri riders come out of the hole the Tesseract punched in the universe. This is something I wrote after a facebook dare from rainbowdalek. Her prompt was: “I feel like Dean Winchester and Tony Stark could be great friends - similar daddy issues, similar taste in music, similar bent toward alcoholism, similar tendency to be shipped with their morally upright, pop-culture-ignorant male costars…” It’s unbeta-ed and its the first thing I’ve ever written in Avengers and first thing I’ve posted in Supernatural.

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Title: The Mistakes Aren’t Just French Anymore

Author: EmeraldOcean

Rating: Explicit

Words: 50,568 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: This fic has so much potential and I remember how excited I was when starting to read it, but then, something was off. There are so many good lines and ideas and so on, like the entire starting set-up, but both Cap and Dean seem a bit too much OOC for me, and I just got uninterested after some chapters, which I never like. I don’t really enjoy superhero crossovers where Dean and Sam are shown as some sissies who can’t take care of themselves or attend the fights as equals to others (like happens in this one) because what the hell, of course they can. They’d be there with machetes, cutting off heads left and right :’D Also, if you’re not into reading Dean doing explicit stuff with other people than Cas, skip this one, because a lot of Cap/Dean smut involved.

Summary: This isn’t the first time that Dean Winchester has found himself in an alternate universe, and he highly doubts it will be the last. But for now all he can do is go with it, to attempt to help this group of superheros (yep, honest to God superheros) fight a villain that they’ve never faced before, a villain that’s all too familiar to the Winchesters.

At least this time he’s got his brother and his angel with him, even if said angel keeps giving him pointed glares and doesn’t seem to want to play nice with all of their new friends.

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Title: the parachute

Author: 8sword

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Words: 17,363 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: I didn’t really expect anything when opening this fic back at the times, maybe just some strange AU settings where Cap is babysitting for reasons unknown so Dean and Cas can go to movies. How wrong I was, there. I have been waiting to be able to rec this fic because this has been in my ‘The Best’ folder for years now, but I haven’t found a place for it to be shared. It doesn’t have heavy Destiel, just some very subtle background stuff going on, and it really doesn’t have Cap/Dean things either (I only got heavy bromance and reverence vibes) but it’s so beautifully written, has broken characters and every single detail is done well. I just love it. Both Dean and Cap are soooooooo good in this fic, and even if you’re not a huge Marvel/Avengers/crossovers fan, I suggest for you to read this (and give it kudos because why does it have so little kudos?)

Summary: “Dude, you’re Captain America, not Captain Babysitter.”

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#destiel #destiel fic rec #destiel fanfic #destiel fanfiction #destiel fan fic rec #crossover #destiel crossover #supernatural crossover #captain america #captain america fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #avenger fanfiction #marvel crossover #avenger crossover #admin j #movie au #superhero au

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chwrpg · 6 years ago

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'll have to get used to seeing you at the same social functions as me.

A NOTE FROM ADMIN R: Wig. That’s the only way I can describe this. Wig.

OOC NAME/ALIAS, PREFERRED PRONOUNS, AGE & TIMEZONE:

Ari, they/them, 24, EST

DESIRED CHARACTER:

Jupiter Ahadi

HOW ACTIVE WILL YOU BE?

8.5

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER:

Jupiter is the kind of person that lives with her past looming over her. Every action is a conscious effort and investment towards the type of person she wants to be in hopes that she’ll eventually outrun the terrible person she was in high school. But to be Jupiter Ahadi is also to be lonely, to feel a bit lost in the masses of people. More people know her name than actually know her and while she’s quite alright with everyone’s assumptions, there are few people who’s opinions matter deeply to her. Despite it all, Jupiter is determined to make a better name for herself, to show her younger brothers that you don’t have to be an asshole in order to get far in life and that you could actually live a life where you take care of others. On a very basic level, Jupiter is learning every day, learning to be a better version of herself though as of late it would seem that she’s realized that is more easily said than done. Especially in a town like Rosewood.

SAMPLE WRITING:

Jupiter closed her eyes and took three deep breathes as she stood in the mirror of the bathroom. The entire gala was raging on outside but she couldn’t have cared less. After arguing with Fakhir enough to demand he get in a taxi home, she had returned to the ballroom only to be greeted with Bunny and Pink kissing each other like the two lovebirds she had sworn to herself she and Pink were. Was this who she had become? Jupiter Ahadi, former HBIC, an increasingly successful writer, editor, a woman who had made herself into something. Surely all her good deeds now couldn’t yet outweigh her bad ones in high school but she was trying. Not in a superficial way, in a way that actually helped and healed the world around her. She had become part of the Green Club, done peer mentoring, worked late hours for her professor to make sure other students got everything they needed. She kept her head in her notebook, was kind to others, had created a new friend group for herself, but she had also made the reckless decision to fall in love.

She took some more breathes, telling herself to push her mind to a happier place, not noticing the girls coming in and out of the bathroom. She could hear the ocean waves, see her feet in the sand, the calm that washed over her. And then just like that, there he was, running down the beach with that stupid grin and champagne in his hands that he swore he just found lying around. She could hear his laugh and the feeling of his fingertips brushing down her stomach as he complimented her. She had always been aware of her beauty, had always embraced it but the way he looked at her, the words he spoke to her with made her feel it on another level. Before she knew it, there were tears falling into the bathroom sink and she covered her face with both hands, wanting to scream, wanting to run away like she had all those years ago.

But was she still that person? Who cried and ran after making a mess? She was supposed to be the better one this time. She was supposed to rise above and he had been the one to leave her. To cheat on her to act like it was almost inevitable. And yet again she had lost out to Bunny Chadwell, the endless stiletto in her side, the person who once upon a time had been her everything, far more valued than Pink or her massive closet. So who was it that she felt the betrayal from? Who was it that had hurt her deeper? She wasn’t sure but she knew it all boiled down to her having no one. Of course Blue and Sabrina and Austin loved her but what if they realized it too? Realized that they would also want to leave her, discard her, do to her what she had done to so many others.

She met her eyes in the mirror, grateful for waterproof makeup as she reached for a tissue to wipe away the tears that had managed to fall. Is this who she had become? A grown woman crying in a bathroom over a man? That realization flooded her at once and she wiped her face quickly, sniffling as she got herself together. What would her father say of seeing her in this state? He would tell her to be stronger and though she didn’t often agree with him, in this instance, he’d be right. She was stronger than this, she wouldn’t sink low again, she wouldn’t go back to being the person who tore others down for their benefit.

But Jupiter Ahadi would not go quietly. She would not kneel down in the face of what she felt like was a disaster. She would rise above it, she would be better than who she used to be. Or maybe, she’d dig deep into herself and unearth a bit of her former self. If Willow Balcoin thought she had some stories to tell, then Rosewood wasn’t ready for the contents of her own upcoming book. “Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream,” she said to herself, quoting one of her favorite poets in the mirror.

“What?” Jupiter turned to the voice next to her, smiling softly once she realized she did have company in the form of Cassandra Maston.

“Excuse me, just giving myself a little pep talk,” she admitted with a soft laugh, her brilliant smile finding it’s way back to her lips. “Well, I better get back out there,” she said and touched the girls shoulder lightly as she met her eyes in the mirror, “That lipstick looks great on you by the way, absolutely brilliant. Keep doing what you’re doing. The music selection is amazing.” She winked before making her way out, squaring her shoulders and standing up straight just as her father had taught her.

ANYTHING ELSE? 1985

#accepted #submission

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bnha-heroes-blog · 7 years ago

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Hello, darling and welcome to the BNHA imagines community! Your writing is so great and I hope you'll have a wonderful time! ^°^ If I may ask, could I request what kind of trips Shouji and Tokoyami would go on with their s/o? Thanks a lot! 💓 (imagine-class-1a)

Ah! thank you for your compliment! I was a little hesitant about starting this, actually. My writing hasn’t really been seen by a lot of people besides close peers, so I’m really glad people like it! I’m not really an NSFW writer either, as I find it really awkward but hopefully, when we get new mods they can help with that! Also, sorry for the wait! I wanted to make this one extra special! I’m not really that good with Tokoyami’s character too, so sorry if he’s somewhat OOC!

-Admin Oliver-

Shouji Mezou!

He prefers the more simple and traditional trips, like going out for a walk to the shop with his S/O, or having a picnic on a nice day.

He isn't against going to a fancy restaurant, he just gets uncomfortable easily as people tend to stare at his arms.

He likes taking his S/O to the beach to watch them laugh and have fun, however, he himself tends to prefer to stay underneath the umbrella and shade.

he has a lot of photos on his phone of his S/O making funny faces, or just looking off in a daze, his lock and the home screen is both different photos of him and his S/O making funny faces or using the filters on snapchat well their out on their dates.

When he’s in class and not paying attention, he pulls out his phone and looks at the lock screen.

this boy feels really happy when he notices his S/O has the same photos as their lock and home screen, the pictures are just switched.

Shouji likes taking trips to the beach at either sundown or sunrise, he thinks it's a very romantic thing to do with his S/O, even if it takes forever to wake his partner up. He tends to stare at his partner more than the actual sun, which ends with him getting hit playfully.

He also likes taking his S/O to Tokyo to show them around, as he had been there a lot to meet his cousins and relatives, he likes seeing his S/o’s face light up, especially if he is the cause of it.

He’s a sucker for festivals, so whenever there's a festival in town he’ll definitely get his S/O to come along with him. He also likes winning his partner teddy bears, or prizes so his S/O better be prepared for lots of gifts

Tokoyami Fumikage!

Tokoyami prefers staying at home for dates, watching movies or just messing around with his partner. He doesn’t like going out so much as he tends to get stares, he knows he should be used to it by now but it just stings

More often than not, Tokoyami and his partner end up spending their time at each other’s house baking and cooking, He’s mostly the taste tester for his S/O.

Tokoyami is more on the protective side when they are outside, well Dark Shadow is on more of the overprotective side, often appearing out of nowhere if someone bumps into their S/O and walks away without apologising.

His S/O is the only person that can calm Dark Shadow down besides Tokoyami when he isn’t trying to take control, His shadow tends to melt under the soft hands of their partner too.

He likes taking his S/O to the park, they end up sitting under a tree with Tokoyami falling asleep quite quickly if he’s leaning against his S/O. He’s just so comfortable with them, they're like a walking furnace.

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blatherkatt · 7 years ago

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Title: The Calm Is Terrifying When The Storm Is All You Know [Homestuck]

Chapter 20: Progress and Setbacks

Summary: There were two kinds of trolls who went to Earth: rich shitheads with too much money and free time, and desperate assholes who couldn’t survive on Alternia, even with the best efforts of the young Condesce. Karkat hated the planet almost immediately, but with his home planet too dangerous for mutants, he really didn’t have any choice but to hide out on this weird little diurnal planet. At least he’d be safe. Or so he thought, right before blundering his way into an accidental friendship with the son of an anti-troll terrorist.

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: Mentioned/implied abuse; Illustrated, Pesterlogs (sort of)

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It was a bit of a long shot, Kanaya supposed, but it was worth trying, at least.

The same query on her usual Alternian search engine of choice had been remarkably unhelpful. Over the past few days, she’d been working through a great deal of sites, seeking out any information she could find. She’d had very little luck. Most results seemed to be store pages for various novels (many of which she had already read, and two of which she had splurged a bit and purchased to read later. Just because she was a drinker now didn’t mean she’d lost all interest in her favorite books, after all). In the few cases of sites claiming to be nonfiction, the sites were…clearly of poor repute. Mostly because of the advertisements. So far, she’d allegedly won about fifteen Grubpads, seen three ads stating, “Cholerbears? In my recupracoon? It’s more likely than you think,” and had given up counting the number of ads promising some miracle cream that could “Grow your bulge A WHOLE TWELVE INCHES!”

Some of that last variety had had pictures.

Kanaya was very, very glad that she was researching her new condition alone in the comfort of her room.

She did feel it pertinent to find answers as quickly as possible. Her craving for blood hadn’t gotten worse, thankfully, but it hadn’t gotten better, either. It was a bit of a nuisance, really; a constant distraction that she could ignore for the most part but which nonetheless was a drain on her energy at times. Her new senses didn’t help much. She was constantly aware of the pulse of anyone within a certain range of her, and for the humans in particular (who, as she’d discovered on her first night transformed, had much thinner skin than trolls) it often became hard not to be VERY conscious of the thick vessels in their throats.

On top of that, she’d apparently become much more stealthy without even noticing, if the several times over the last few days she’d accidentally startled poor Dave were anything to go by. She really didn’t mean to, and frankly was surprised that it was possible at all to sneak up on him or anyone really now that she was lit up like a florescent sign over a seedy drinking establishment, but somehow it just kept happening.

And she was worried. The lack of change in her desire for blood perhaps indicated that no, she did not absolutely need blood to survive, but then again it might also just mean that her metabolism had slowed to accommodate rare feedings. She really hadn’t been hungry in general, not very much. (She’d tried eating a bit anyway, and found that regular food tasted a bit…blander than it used to, but she’d had no difficulty in actually eating it. That was a good sign, probably. She hoped. Please, please let it be a good sign.) She just…wanted some answers. Wanted to know if she was going to be a danger to those around her, if there were precautions she’d need to take, et cetera and so forth.

Alternian internet had failed her in this regard, and so, she had turned to Earth’s internet.

Oh, but perhaps she should instead search for ‘Vampire’ rather than ‘Rainbow Drinker?’ But vampires were so different, hm…well, if this didn’t work, she’d try the Earthen search term, instead.

The first few results she got were unhelpful, albeit in very different ways compared to her attempts on the Alternian search engine (goodness, humans were creative with their soporifics!), but the fourth one she tried seemed immediately promising.

It was some sort of conversation site, it seemed? It had a variety of different topics, and the one she found herself on hosted several such links with various strange titles alluding to what Kanaya could only assume were Earth’s own creatures of mystery — beasts with names like ‘werewolf’ and ‘dragon’ and several posts centering around vampires. To Kanaya’s delight, though, one such title read “Damnéd Meeting of the Rainbow Drinkers of the Dark Lake.”

Clicking this led her to a page full of text, which seemed a bit…odd, at first, compared to her own experiences thus far, and many experiences described seemed excessively well narrated (often in third person, for some reason?), but this was nonetheless her best lead so far, and so, after a rather tedious process of making an account, she responded.

Admin fenrirsfavebitch posted topic: “Damnéd Meeting of the Rainbow Drinkers of the Dark Lake”

The night is cool. Beneath a pitch-black sky, a dark mirror of a lake lies undisturbed. The only light to grace the night is that of those who gather to meet on this, the Day of Gathering. Each glowing brightly, like a deep sea fish seeking to draw in prey, equipped with sharp fangs and razor claws, far more frightening than any of the great alien beasts that lurk upon their home planet. But this is not their home planet, nor is it entirely ours; this is the domain of they who would strike terror into the hearts of man and troll alike, who do not fear the light of day, who walk with silent feet and prey upon those foolish enough to enter their domain.

Dare you enter the realm of the rainbow drinker?

((It’s official: We got a new monster on the site! Thanks to Xenoph1l1a for the help with Alternian folklore to make this possible; you can check out her profile for links to the info she was able to gather. Remember, guys, keep this one PG! Take any fun stuff to private chat *wink*! Also, xX_Scarlet_Devil_Xx, I mean it, stop godmodding or you’ll eat another ban.))

xX_Scarlet_Devil_Xx responded to fenrirsfavebitch: [post deleted]

Admin fenrirsfavebitch responded to xX_Scarlet_Devil_Xx:

((welp. that didn’t take long.))

DalvThePenetrator responded to fenrirsfavebitch:

The journey had been a long, hard, hungry one, but at long last, Tallon saw his destination. The powerful troll flexed his glowing claws and stalked out from the shelter of the trees, throwing his aloof gaze across the clearing. He’d tried his best to clean himself off from his last meal — some poor foolish traveller few hours prior — but hints of bloodstains still lingered about his mouth. A pity; he was hoping so dearly to make a good impression.

After all, he hadn’t come here just for some silly meeting. No, Tallon was here for one purpose and one only — and he would only be leaving when a very different kind of hunger had been sated.

fiftylizardsinatrenchcoat responded to DalvThePenetrator:

This had been a mistake, Kyriee realized. Local legends in his town had said that one could earn a great favor from rainbow drinkers by doing them a service, but this first one he spotted was huge. There was no way the tiny troll could survive an encounter with such a no doubt vicious person of such size. No doubt the man would immediately suck him dry before he even had the chance to offer to do whatever favor was asked of him.

Still, there was something…alluring about him. Scarcely aware of the actions of his own tongue, he spoke, calling out to the man before him.

“H-hello? I come to, um. To offer my services.”

DalvThePenetrator responded to fiftylizardsinatrenchcoat:

Tallon’s head snapped toward the voice. He’d been aware of the troll in the brush for some time now, his senses far too keen not to notice, but he always enjoyed toying with his prey. Not that this one would be of the usual type. As the troll spoke, a devilish grin split his face.

“Seeking a boon, are you?” he sneered. “Your services shall indeed be taken, then. And I shall deeply enjoy them.”

((meet me in PMs babe ;D))

fiftylizardsinatrenchcoat responded to DalvThePenetrator:

((oh bby u3u~~))

Firebrand_The_Golden responded to fenrirsfavebitch:

Folding his great wings to his sides, Firebrand flexed his claws into the loose sand of the lake’s beach. This…was not where he had planned on landing. That storm truly had blown him off course. With a snort, and a shake of his great head, he glanced about.

Surrounding him were sparsely spread but ever-increasing glowing beings. He blinked, confused. Far too big to be fairies, they were, and yet glow they did. What in the world had he stumbled upon? And why did some of them smell so strongly of blood…?

GrimAuxilitrix responded to Firebrand_The_Golden:

Wait Are Wings A Typical Thing Or Am I Missing Something

God Im So New At This

Admin fenrirsfavebitch responded to GrimAuxilitrix:

((Hey there! I don’t know if you’re asking ooc or ic. If you’re in character, you should add in some narration and put dialogue in quotations, and if this is ooc you should put it in double parentheses to indicate that. Also, um, this particular event ended about a week ago; you’ll have to find a new one. As for the wings, don’t worry; Firebrand is a dragon. He just likes to get involved in events. Welcome to Mysteries of the Night!))

GrimAuxilitrix responded to fenrirsfavebitch:

I Dont Understand What Some Of The Words You Are Using Are

What Is Ooc Or Ic

Why Is The Dragon Able To Type The Only Dragon I Have Met Is Incapable Of Speech

Admin fenrirsfavebitch responded to GrimAuxilitrix:

((Okay, um. I’m just gonna PM you.))

GrimAuxilitrix responded to fenrirsfavebitch:

What

After a moment, her husktop emitted a small, high-pitched beep. It took several seconds of scrolling around to notice a small rectangle had emerged at the bottom of her computer window, and was slowly flashing between orange and black. Clicking it drew out a tiny text window.

fenrirsfavebitch: aaaand you responded in the forum again. okay. um.

fenrirsfavebitch: hopefully you can find the pm box that just opened up

GrimAuxilitrix: What Does Pm Mean

fenrirsfavebitch: hoo boy. you really are a newbie, huh?

fenrirsfavebitch: pm means private message, what were doing right now!

GrimAuxilitrix: Oh

GrimAuxilitrix: Sorry Computers Are Not My Strong Suit

GrimAuxilitrix: Neither Is Being A Rainbow Drinker That Is A Very Recent Development As Well

fenrirsfavebitch: thats alright! were a very newbie friendly forum.

fenrirsfavebitch: theres lots of newer events and posts for you to respond to!

fenrirsfavebitch: i can definitely show you the ropes and teach you how it works, too

GrimAuxilitrix: Oh Thank God

fenrirsfavebitch: any questions you wanna start out with?

GrimAuxilitrix: Well First Of All Do You Know If The Blood Drinking Thing Is Mandatory

fenrirsfavebitch: not at all!

GrimAuxilitrix: Phew

fenrirsfavebitch: you dont have to do anything you dont want to! its all in good fun.

fenrirsfavebitch: you dont even have to be a rainbow drinker or a vampire if you dont want to. theres loads of creatures to choose from, and youre welcome to have multiple characters!

GrimAuxilitrix: Wait What

fenrirsfavebitch: just make sure you give each character their own profile on your main page, which i can also help you with.

fenrirsfavebitch: also i know i already said this on the forum but i really do wanna stress that you need to think of your posts as bits of a story told in the first person. we’re a formal rp site, you gotta make sure any dialogue is put in quotations and you describe your actions.

fenrirsfavebitch: we do have a chat room for more casual play, if thats more your style, though! up to you.

GrimAuxilitrix: What Do You Mean Characters

fenrirsfavebitch: …you dont know what a character is?

GrimAuxilitrix: No I Know What A Character Is But What Do They Have To Do With This Conversation

fenrirsfavebitch: everything?? theyre kind of the entire point of this site.

GrimAuxilitrix: I Thought The Point Of This Site Was And I Quote

GrimAuxilitrix: A Place For The Creatures Of The Night To Gather

GrimAuxilitrix: And While I Have Never Been Much Of One For Night Time

GrimAuxilitrix: It Does Not Change The Fact That Im Really New To This Rainbow Drinker Thing And I Need Help

fenrirsfavebitch: haha. okay uh. you can drop the act here

fenrirsfavebitch: this whole conversation is ooc

GrimAuxilitrix: Its What

fenrirsfavebitch: out of character! like. were actually just talking, one on one

GrimAuxilitrix: Why Would That Ever Not Be The Case

fenrirsfavebitch: because

fenrirsfavebitch: oh.

GrimAuxilitrix: I Thought That Was Obvious That We Are Talking One On One

GrimAuxilitrix: I Dont Understand Any Of This Please

fenrirsfavebitch: oh my god.

GrimAuxilitrix: Everything Is Very Confusing And I Havent Been Able To Find Any Help

GrimAuxilitrix: I Didnt Plan On This At All But Its Happened And I Dont Know What This Is Going To Mean

fenrirsfavebitch: oh god youre serious

GrimAuxilitrix: Yes?????

GrimAuxilitrix: I Would Say My Situation Is A Serious One Yes

fenrirsfavebitch: um.

fenrirsfavebitch: i dont know how to tell you this but uh

fenrirsfavebitch: this is a rp forum

GrimAuxilitrix: What Does Rp Mean

fenrirsfavebitch: roleplay

GrimAuxilitrix: Oh

fenrirsfavebitch: like. were all just pretending to be characters for fun

fenrirsfavebitch: were not.

fenrirsfavebitch: no one here is actually a vampire or a dragon were just pretending to be to entertain ourselves

GrimAuxilitrix: God

GrimAuxilitrix: Damn It

Rose had to admit, Karkat’s advice really was proving invaluable. His suggestions were surprisingly minor, she thought, in relation to how frightened Dave often seemed, but they were definitely helping. Change was gradual, but it was noticeable, now, instead of the tectonic crawl of a thing it had been before.

Already, Dave was less likely to leave a room when she entered. That alone was a joy. He still did excuse himself sometimes, of course, and he always at the very least stumbled in conversation when she entered, but it was such an improvement from the silent stare and mumbled farewell he’d always had before. He’d even sought her out a couple times, in the week and a half since the attempted kidnapping.

He still seemed to be pushing boundaries, too; when he spent time around her, he seemed cautious, like he wasn’t sure if he was breaking a rule or not. Karkat had told her to just ignore that. It wasn’t easy not to comment on some of his nervous behaviors, and in truth it did hurt that he was still so nervous around her (although she supposed that was likely her fault in no small part), but…just as with his minor jumps and reactions to movement, ignoring the cautious behavior also seemed to encourage him. He’d relax over the course of a conversation, slowly settling in, and it seemed that it took him a bit less time to unwind every time they spoke, too.

Today, Dave and both of the trolls were in Rose’s room. (Apparently, Dave was more comfortable in a place with only one entrance or exit than he was in the much more open living room — Rose was a bit confused, because she also understood that Dave grew nervous when cornered, but any attempts to ask Dave about it had resulted in Karkat silently warning her to drop the subject, and in Dave twisting out of the conversation in any way he could.) They’d been chatting about nothing in particular, with Rose working on her knitting and the trolls arguing gently about one of the books they’d both read.

At one point, however, Dave froze, staring out the window.

“No fuckin’ way,” he muttered. He stood and darted to the window, his shoulders stiff. “Holy fuck, it is, what the fuck!”

“Uh, Dave?” Karkat asked. Dave didn’t respond, instead shoving the window open and leaning out.

“Hey! Yeah, you, asshole! Fuckin’ — what the actual shit are you doing here?!”

Rose shared a nervous look with Kanaya. “Dave, who are you talking to?” she inquired, unable to keep the mounting worry out of her face. Was it another of Derek’s men? She would have expected fear rather than anger, were that the case, but could think of no other explanation. Karkat had gotten to his feet, evidently equally concerned.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

“Fuckin’ Redeyes goddamn followed me here from Texas!”

Karkat let out a heavy breath, his shoulders slumping with relief even as he geared up for an angry outburst. “You have got to be fucking kidding me, Dave,” he started. “Seriously? You had me thinking there was something dangerous out there. Also, bullshit, there’s no way it’s the same fucking dumbass squawkbeast you told me about.”

“It is, though! I’d know his feathery brainless asshole anywhere, that sunuvabitch — Yeah, I’m talking about you, motherfucker! Don’t you caw at me, I’ll fuckin’ — Shove off!” Dave turned back to shout out the window again as Karkat rubbed his temples.

“Who, or rather, what exactly is this ‘Redeyes,’ Dave?” Rose asked, as firmly as she could manage.

“Fuckin’ asshole crow is what he is,” Dave said, and Kanaya’s posture relaxed as Karkat’s had. She rested her face in her palm. Dave continued, “Fuckin’…he’s only the reason we’re all in this whole mess, stole my fucking sandwich and ruined goddamn everything and I hope you’re fuckin’ proud you future fuckin’ featherduster!”

Rose raised an eyebrow and stood, nudging Dave over so she could see for herself. It took a moment to spot, as it was a good distance away, but she did after a few moments see a black corvid sitting in the branches of a nearby tree.

“Dave,” she said, “it’s probably just a random crow. I sincerely doubt it’s one specific bird.”

“No, man, listen,” Dave said, pulling back into the room fully, “When you’ve been mobbed by crows as often as I have, you get real fuckin’ good at telling them apart, and I’d recognize that particular asshole anywhere. I mean, he’s kind of crow recognition easy mode, he’s a runty little thing with, you know, red eyes, which is kinda where the name comes from, and he’s got three scars on his chest like a cat got at him, but. Look, I know what I’m about here, that’s goddamn Redeyes!”

Rose looked out again.

“There is no way,” she stated, calmly, “that you can make out that kind of detail from this distance.”

Dave huffed. “It’s him,” he insisted, “I’m telling you! That fuckin’ asshole and some buddies stole my fuckin’ sandwich back in Houston and it started this whole goddamn mess, just — just ask Kanaya, she knows what I’m talking about!”

Kanaya sputtered. “Wait, are you insinuating that’s the same creature I scared away from you back in the park?”

“Yes!!” Dave said. “Fucker’s always been the ringleader in the Harass Dave Crow Squad, dunno what the fuck he’s got against me but apparently he’s got enough beef to follow me all the way from fuckin’ Texas!”

Rose raised both her eyebrows and glanced around. “Okay, as fascinating as your theory is,” she said, “I think I’d like to know what exactly you’re all talking about. The full extent of detail I’ve heard of the events of your recapture, Dave, was something about Karkat having been kidnapped.”

“Yeah, and that entire shitstorm happened because of that son of a bitch right the fuck there!”

“Dave. Please, for the love of all things decent, not this shit again,” Karkat whined.

“No, okay, we’re setting this shit straight right here and now, alright? That fucker and some of his pals mobbed me in a park, and stole my goddamn sandwich, and I hadn’t eaten since the day before so I was really hungry, so I went to where I was supposed to be through the mall instead of from the outside so I could get a damn snack bar and not pass the fuck out, and that’s why Karkat saw me, and here we fuckin’ are!”

“So…you kidnapped Karkat because of a crow.”

“Yes!”

Kanaya was snorting laughter behind her hand, trying and failing to keep her composure.

“And that same crow followed you all the way here. From Texas.”

“I mean, when you say it like that, it sounds really fuckin’ stupid, but. He did. Because he’s here.”

“Dave.”

“He’s got a fuckin’ hard-on for makin’ my life miserable.”

“Dave.”

“Goes out of his fuckin’ way to be a pain in my ass to get his avian jollies off. He’s the bird equivalent of those stereotypical bullies from nineties movies with nothin’ better to do than to pick on the main character ‘cuz the writer can’t think of a better way to make you feel bad for their precious lead dude. How do I get the audience to care? Shove the kid’s head in a toilet, steal his lunch money, there we go. Except this asshole ain’t got a writer to blame, he’s just a fuckin’ jerk who likes picking on me specifically. The point is, the crow’s a goddamn asshole.”

“Sure he is,” Rose said. Kanaya gave up the ghost and gave in to helpless laughter.

A few days later, Rose was awoken sometime in the early hours of morning by a rare, distressing dream — it had been years since she’d last been so deeply pulled from slumber by anything resembling a nightmare. Unable to recall her dream, and frustratingly aware that she wasn’t going to get back to sleep, Rose decided to retreat to the observatory. If rest would insist upon eluding her, then at the very least she could enjoy the sunrise.

She was very surprised to discover that her twin was already there.

He was watching her enter the room, in fact, his covered eyes watching as she crept up the stairs. She almost didn’t notice him. He was sitting across from the stairway, leaning against the window; she only picked him out in the dark by the light from the windows, and even then only when he gave her the slightest of nods and turned his face toward the outside.

Collecting herself just in case she’d indicated any of her being startled, she strode over toward him (keeping in mind what both Karkat and Roxy had said about being a bit noisy around Dave as she did so) and sat next to him.

After a minute or so of quiet, she asked, “Any particular reason why you’re in here at this hour?”

Dave scratched his cheek. “It’s, uh. It’s a little cold out to be on the roof, I guess,” he said. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“The roof? Do you go up there normally?” Rose raised an eyebrow, fixing him with an odd look. What on Earth could cause that? The only instance of Dave being on the roof she could think of was the misadventure after the time Jaspers had stranded himself up there.

“I mean…I dunno, Rose, I hung out on roofs a lot back in Texas,” he said, rolling his shoulders and sitting back a bit. “It’s a habit at this point. You don’t gotta psychoanalyze every weird fuckin’ thing I do, come on, some shit doesn’t need a reason.”

“It’s just such an odd place to be,” said Rose.

“For you, maybe,” Dave said. “I grew up in apartment buildings. Roof was the only place with enough room for things like sparring, and when that wasn’t going on it was, y’know, quiet. And marginally less choked out with smoke and city smells.”

“Ah,” said Rose. Something about Dave’s posture made her think that he wanted to change the subject, and in truth, that answer was enough to sate her curiosity. “I can’t sleep, either. I thought I might as well see the sunrise if Morpheus is so set on refusing me any peace.”

Dave snorted. Another period of quiet followed, broken only by the distant sound of crickets.

“Why spend the whole night out here?” Rose asked, finally. “We’ve got a perfectly comfortable pair of couches downstairs. I like the observatory fine, but it’s not exactly a comfortable room to be in.”

Dave shifted awkwardly. “I fuckin’…I dunno, Rose, the living room makes me nervous,” he said. “Don’t fuckin’ break out the psychology text books on me on that one, it’s just not a place I like to be.”

“You mentioned back when you first got here that it was big,” Rose said. “Is it related to that?”

He sighed, and muttered something about ‘nosy broads’ before answering, “Yeah, pretty much. If you really gotta know, it’s because there’s about a million different angles to get attacked from down there. It’s like fuckin’ ambush city, and I just walked in the room with a fuckin’ kick me sign hangin’ round my neck. There’s furniture everywhere, hallways and doors, an entire upper floor with even more doors, loads of places for someone to be hiding in or come roaring out of to keep track of, it’s…it’s fuckin’ overwhelming being down there with a full house. I mean, I know, I get it, ambushing isn’t a thing you guys do here, but I can’t help my instincts, and my instincts tell me that I gotta keep an eye out for every single point of attack.”

Rose paused. “I thought you don’t like getting cornered,” she said carefully. That was something that she’d discovered a few days earlier, when Dirk had accidentally positioned himself in such a way that Dave was trapped with his back to the corner formed by the fridge and the kitchen counter. Dirk hadn’t noticed that anything was wrong until he’d moved out of the way, but as soon as he did, Dave had bolted upstairs and barricaded himself in his bedroom.

“There’s a difference between that and this,” he said, shoving his shades up into his hair. “Getting cornered means the other guy has the advantage, it means I can’t maneuver out of there, it means zero places to escape. Too many places to escape means lots of places to get attacked from, but only one entrance or exit means that the person on the inside has control, because there’s only one place that people can come from. Plus, that door’s noisy as hell, and the walkway in creaks like a motherfucker, and the stairs are even noisier. And on top of all that, there’s barely anything in here for someone to hide behind, so I don’t gotta worry about anyone already being in here, either. Not to mention I got the high ground on anyone trying to get in. This place is defensible as shit.”

“…Do you always think like this?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

(She found herself thinking back to an earlier conversation with Karkat, only a few days prior — she’d brought up Dave’s tendency to freeze at her slightest movement, even if he’d seemed totally relaxed, and she was across the room.

“Look, Rose,” Karkat had said, “You have to remember, Dave’s spent a lot of his life living like a hunted animal. Imagine the tiniest, most pathetic hopbeast in the world, sitting in the snow trying to keep a constant lookout for predators. What it looks out for are small noises and sudden movements, because those are going to be the only warning it has. It doesn’t matter if that noise or sudden movement turns out to be another harmless hopbeast, his reaction’s gonna be to flip out and brace to run. That’s Dave. Dave is the hopbeast. I mean, okay, Dave doesn’t run very often, he just braces, but — look, my fucking point is, it’s a reflex. That’s all it is. Don’t draw any attention to it. He’ll get used to you moving around eventually, and the reflex’ll probably fade a little over time as he adjusts to the idea that not every tiny fucking movement in his peripheral vision means a possibility of danger anymore. But for now, he’s super fucking tuned in to this shit, and you gotta remember that it’s not actually your fault. It’s just how he is.”

The comparison to a hunted animal seemed stronger than ever, now.)

“That sounds…exhausting,” Rose said. “Being that aware of everything, all the time, constantly calculating the strategic value of every single place in the house.”

“I mean, yeah,” Dave shrugged, “That’s kinda why I hang out in my room so much. It’s the one place I have the most control over, you know?”

“Of course,” Rose said, mentally sending her cousin a prayer of thanks. Roxy had told them early on that one of the consensuses from her research on trauma and child abuse forums had been that it was absolutely vital to respect Dave’s privacy, and so even though Rose hadn’t liked it, they’d all agreed that no one was to go into Dave’s room without permission. Evidently, it had paid off.

A thought occurred. “I’m not bothering you right now, am I? If you want to be alone, I can leave.”

“Don’t —“ Dave said, abruptly, then seemed embarrassed. Coughing lightly into his hand, he tipped his sunglasses back over his eyes, and, more calmly, said, “I mean, uh, no, you’re fine, honest. I was actually thinking about seeing if Karkat’s awake before you came in. Gettin’ kinda lonely, yanno?”

Rose allowed herself a small smile. “Well, you’ll just have to make do with me, instead,” she said, “psychoanalysis and all.”

“I mean, I don’t…mind it that much, honestly, I’m.” Dave said, his hands fidgety as if literally grasping for words. After a moment of thinking, he spoke again. “Don’t…mention any of this to Mom, okay?” he begged. “I don’t want to make her feel bad, but I can’t help it.”

“I’ll not breathe a word of this to anyone,” she promised.

He heaved a grateful-sounding sigh.

“I really…don’t remember her at all, I think. I have some…some vague shit that I can’t tell if it’s memory or imagined, general mother-ish stuff that I think I just picked up from seeing moms on tv, but I don’t remember her. A-and I could sort of remember Dirk, but like, just his face, sort of. Even that was fuzzy, and I couldn’t remember his name at all — I think I remember some vague shit with him? Like. Maybe just a sort of presence with a face attached, in the background of memories, I think once he yelled at me for trying to climb a tree and nearly breaking my fuckin’ leg. You…you’re honestly the only one I had any concrete memories of, you know?”

“I…I guess,” she said. “I don’t have any trouble remembering you, but to be fair, Mom spoke about you all the time, as did Dirk to a lesser extent, and we had photos and the odd video clip. I can’t really remember much about Dad, so I suppose it makes sense.”

“I thought sometimes that I must’ve dreamed you,” Dave said. “I was so fuckin’ scared that you were just something I made up, because I remembered being fucking happy and not scared at all in the stuff where you were there, I wanted it to be real so bad but my memory’s so fuckin’ bad and there’s so much stuff I misremember that I wasn’t…sure.”

“I think your memory was always a bit inconsistent, but I wouldn’t think it was that bad,” she murmured softly.

“I don’t think I could’ve ever forgotten you guys completely,” he said, “no matter how shitty my memory got. I missed y’all too much. Fuck, I’m gettin’ all kinds of sappy, you’d think I murdered half a forest in here.”

“Um. What?”

“You know. Tree sap. That one was a stretch, sorry, uh. The point is, I guess, I’m…I’m glad you’re real, and that we’re, you know. Getting somewhere. Even if we’re not as close as you want. And I sure as shit don’t mind hanging out with you, y’know?”

“Oh…I didn’t realize I’d been that transparent about it.”

He shrugged. “S’ alright, Rose, I get it. It’s so fuckin’ awkward right now. We’re all flailing around at an awkward party, shuffling our feet in the most uncomfortable fuckin’ silence as some song nobody knows plays on a shitty old record player in the background. Someone just fuckin’ farted, or something.”

Rose stifled a laugh. “We’ll get there eventually.”

Dave smiled for a moment, but it quickly faded. He glanced out the window.

She recalled again what he’d said to her before, about how regardless of his wishes, he couldn’t stay forever. She wanted to grab onto him and never let go, to make him know that he was wrong, that this was his home forever, but she held back, biting her lip as she waited for his answer.

What he ended up saying was less a response to her and more a private thought voiced aloud — a whispered, “I really hope so.”

Late one night, Dirk heard a frantic knock at his bedroom door. He glanced up, quickly saved the drawing he’d been working on, and found Rose standing outside his bedroom, her arms crossed and face worried.

“We’ve got a bit of a situation,” she said. Upstairs, Dirk heard a familiar sound, a quiet, terrified moan — the same noise Dave had repeatedly made when Derek’s men had tried to reclaim him. “Dave says he hears something in the garage,” Rose continued. “He thinks it might be one of…”

Dirk didn’t wait for her to finish. He strode back into his room and grabbed his katana, telling Rose to wake up their mother as he passed. Dave was huddled by the stairs, Karkat trying to comfort him, and he jumped as Dirk appeared at the top of the stairs. Dirk didn’t pay it any mind. There’d be time to worry about that later.

He fished a flashlight out of the kitchen, and made a beeline for the garage. Even before opening the door, he heard a noise from within — the sound of something heavy toppling over. Dave had definitely been right; they had an intruder.

A hand on his arm stopped him before he moved to enter.

“Dirk,” Kanaya murmured, “I don’t think this is wise.”

“There’s definitely someone in there,” Dirk said. “Guard the door. It’ll make for a good bottleneck if there’s more than one and someone gets past me.”

“Dirk,” she hissed, but he pushed his way in anyway.

Their garage was a big one — as if it’d be any other case, in this house. It was big and dark, and Dirk knew without trying that the light didn’t work — it had burned out months ago, and he hadn’t gotten around to changing it yet. There was only one car in the garage at the moment (technically Mom’s, but she hadn’t driven it in years, leaving its operation primarily to Dirk), and the rest of the space was essentially for storage. Stacks of boxes and bins made for a pitch-black, claustrophobic space. Taking care to tread quietly, Dirk flicked on the flashlight and held his sword at the ready.

He could hear still more movement, although locating it was tricky; sounds echoed easily in the concrete, high-roofed chamber. The sounds were…scratching, shuffling; what the intruder might be doing, Dirk couldn’t be sure.

Another thump gave Dirk a clearer idea of where exactly this phantom invader might be. Somewhere over to his left. There were power tools over there, Dirk knew. That couldn’t mean anything good.

With every muscle in his body tense and ready to act, Dirk rounded a particularly high stack of boxes, and finally got a good look at the invader.

With a sigh, he let his sword arm fall to his side.

“False alarm,” Dirk shouted. “It’s just a raccoon.” His answer came in the form of a loud swear in what sounded like Rose’s voice, something quieter from Mom, and a loud, unmistakeable, “What the fuck is a raccoon” from Karkat.

“Can one of you get the garage open?” Dirk called, keeping a close eye on the now wary creature. Its back was arched, fur fluffed up to make itself look bigger — not an easy feat, considering this particular raccoon had to be the fattest one Dirk had ever seen, the thing must’ve been gorging itself on their garbage for some time — and Dirk wasn’t particularly keen on needing a rabies shot in the near future. “I think I can chase it out of here,” he clarified.

“Sure,” came Rose’s voice, followed by a muffled, “No, seriously, what the fuck is a raccoon?” and the sound of the garage door starting to swing open.

It took a great deal of maneuvering to convince the scared animal to get outside, but eventually it was chased out without further incident. When he went back inside, Mom had already gone back to bed, and the others were all visibly worn out as well, but in a way tinged with a palpable relief. Except for Dave, that is, who immediately began frantically apologizing as soon as Dirk re-entered.

“It’s fine, Dave,” Dirk muttered, exhausted. “I’d rather a false alarm than someone showing up and you not telling us, okay? ‘Sides, that thing coulda caused all kinds of damage if you hadn’t noticed it. It’s not the first raccoon to get into our house, and the last one was destructive as shit. You probably saved us a lot of trouble.”

“You’ve certainly got good ears, to have heard a raccoon from upstairs,” Rose commented.

“Uh…I was, um, in the kitchen, but.”

“Even so.”

Dave shrugged.

“You’ve been awfully quiet lately,” said Porrim, and Kanaya winced. She shifted her phone to her other ear, carefully considering her answer.

“Um, well, a lot has happened,” she said. “I do not know how much I am allowed to share as it is related to, you know, the case.”

“Oh, dear. Nothing too serious, I hope?”

“I mean, it could have been a lot more serious. I almost died, actually.”

“What!”

“No, it’s okay, though, I’m just kind of a rainbow drinker now, is all. And I’ve been busy figuring that out,” she sighed. “The internet really hasn’t been very helpful at all, and I’ve been distracted worrying about it…”

“Really?” Porrim said, her voice indicating a great deal of interest.

“I know it doesn’t sound very realistic, but I swear it’s true,” Kanaya answered, tugging nervously on her skirt.

“Oh, don’t you worry, I believe you,” said Porrim. “I’m just surprised, is all. I didn’t think I’d wind up hiring another drinker. Still, I can see how that would make you quiet. It is so confusing at first, after all.”

Kanaya heaved a relieved sigh. “Oh, thank you for believing me, I — wait, another?”

#kanaya maryam #dave strider #karkat vantas #rose lalonde #dirk strider #longpost//#fanfic #fanfiction #katt does a writing #calmvsstormfic #calmvsstormchapter #i had SO MUCH fun writing that first scene

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plathacademyhq-blog · 8 years ago

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announcement.

Today is graduation! Congratulations to our graduates [ @clarisaacosta @simonsreign @unrulyrojas @evesnow ] and best of luck to them with what comes next! As well as them, congratulations to those who passed their classes and those who are attending summer school in order to make up for lost time. This has been a tough and trying year and we’re so proud of our students and staff for getting through it despite everything.

Thus why we’ve decided that a reward is in order: we’re all going on vacation! Thanks to a generous gift from an anonymous donor, students and staff alike will be treated to an all expenses paid trip to get their minds off things before summer school starts. The trip will be one week long, starting on June 1st and going until the 8th and we expect it will be a fun experience for all!

Here we are at the end of the school year! Can anyone believe we’ve made it this far? Not only is it the end of the in-game school year, it’s also the 5 month anniversary of the admin switchover, so happy anniversary everyone! It’s so great to see we’re still thriving and still being such a wonderful family. We love you guys so much!

Now onto the really fun stuff. We have an event coming up and we need your input on what exactly it’s going to be. After a little over a week off [ 23rd - 31st] all our students and staff are going to be going on a trip together, but we want your help deciding what that this trip is going to be. The options are: camping at a state park, a beach trip or a trip on a cruise ship. Please send in your votes to the main off anon with only one vote per person so we can count it fairly and on the 30th, we’ll announce where we’re going!

Regardless of what’s chosen, the trip is going to last a week IC and two weeks OOC and will have plenty of fun and relaxation -- or not, depending on how well our characters behave. Thank you guys again for a great five months and please let us know if you have any questions!

#plathadmin #plathevent

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theos-rp · 5 years ago

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Accepted

Congratulations, Erian Carter, you have been granted admittance to the Island. Please add our moderator account within three days or your face claim will be reopened.

OOC Name / Alias: Ria Are you 18+?: Yes Time Zone: GMT+8 Do you understand that this roleplay is an 18+ environment, and that you may be exposed to explicit material, mature content, or triggering themes?: Yes Is this a second character? (Please also list your first character here, as well as the admin that approved it – or just say the mod did!): No IC Face claim / Group/occupation: Do Kyungsoo (D.O) of EXO Chosen Name: Erian Carter Son/Daughter of: Cronos / Kronus, titan of time House: Corinthian

Writing Sample:

Noir. Nocturne.

The edge of nothing and everything bleeding in between her flickering lashes, the mole dancing above her lips tracing constellations in broad daylight. The volume in her eyes and the silence in her words and the want. The something, in her touch. He doesn’t want to be breathless.

She steps into the room and he doesn’t want to automatically notice, the whiff of crashing waves and corroding beaches, peach soju and hazelnut chocolate, cold pressed flower seeds that make him dizzy and wonder if he found a new high besides the icy blunt burning too close to his fingers. He doesn’t want to. Kyungsoo, he tells himself, Kyungsoo you don’t want this. The blunt burns his fingers, and Kyungsoo doesn’t notice.

Maybe, he kind of does.

Between what if’s and why not’s and not so secret touches, not so obvious confessions, Kyungsoo might just want this. Kyungsoo might just want her, when she spends the night in his apartment, in his shirt, in his arms. When her feet twirl over his floorboards, rambling about something he doesn’t care yet really cares about, when she’s demanding for physical affection he doesn’t know how to ask for, when she fills the silence he never really liked, he wants her.

Throwing questions into the air but never catching the answers, holding his breath right when he’s about to suffocate. Do Kyungsoo is an idiot. Do Kyungsoo is an absolute idiot, for he is so hopelessly in love with Jung Soojung.

He had her somewhere in between whispered secrets and hearty silences, held her down as if she was the slave but never left as if enslaved. He was the waves crashing along the shore, and she simply happened to embrace what he took and what he left. Maybe it was the opposite. Maybe she was the one who took. Soojung teetered between his sorrow and smiles like he traces the dips between her collar and her jaw, the lines that draw an image he held so dear behind smokescreen lids.

When she stole burning incense off his fingers, inhaling a puff of his breath, smile sweeter than the stain of marijuana on his tongue. When she counts stars on his cheeks, when she traces scars on his skin, when she draws, magic on her fingertips- burning across his chest. He wants to throw up, but all he does is stare at how she rambles on about sugar-coated cereal.

He isn’t oblivious, though. He sees the way she is eyed. The way she is seized, but never owned. Nothing is like the way Soojung curls up on his lap, feeding off his affection as if she had been starved all along. Kyungsoo holds her a little tighter, then. Stealing her breath for a little longer, swirling stars in her eyes a little further. Soojung wobbles around his room just the way he wants her to, and she knows, he knows too. Soojung is his.

Falling in love is not an option.

Falling for Soojung was not an option. It was there, clear as day since the time he stumbled into her grasp in the silence of a warm night, her asking for hugs when he was too close to falling apart. He saw it in her eyes, the little moments they spend too long in the quiet, waiting to speak what thunders in crimson. Desire. Burning embers stoked too close to flames, only to be covered in ash or kisses. Always the kisses. Bright, burning, electric orange and too close to melting his ribs out if he isn’t careful. Be careful, Kyungsoo.

For she was a storm, and he was caught in the eye. Be careful, Kyungsoo, he chants, boots scuffling at the endless caresses of the pavement. Today the smoke burned different. Charred, dark. Musky. Real. Falling in love was so real. Falling for Soojung was so real. Past a million what if’s a million more wait to take place, and Kyungsoo is stuck in a place between confusion and apprehension that makes his lungs feel like he’s swallowed a mouthful of the ash he routinely inhales. This time when the butt burns his fingers, Kyungsoo notices.

Days, weeks, then months. Everything passes by a blur, same as the masses that walk past him on the roads every day but never came to his notice. Everything is the same. Soojung is the same. Her smile is the same, her wildflower scent is the same, even her tiptoe across his floorboards are the same. She lands on his lap again even when the couch seats more than him alone, even when the nights are warm enough for him to perspire between heartbeats. Those nights they simply spend closer, the more their skin dampening the more they attempt to dry off. Everything was the exact same.

Maybe not saying was better?

Maybe it was the security of gray areas. Maybe it was a facade, but at least it didn’t do harm. But it did. Soojung might not have showed it but she wants him to say it, she waits for him to utter anything- breath hitching when his lips part, tongue curling to form anything similar to an ‘L’. Kyungsoo knows. The way her huffs elongate to sighs against his throat. The way she holds on a little longer every time- he can barely see the times where she and he are separate in the same space anymore. Dangerous. Soojung was so dangerous, says the thundering of his heart. But the more breathless he makes her, the closer he draws in. Light-headed. Flutter.

Kyungsoo saw a million ways and days Soojung could’ve chosen to leave. Even now, as he turns away from the expectation of trying to say what his heart screams and mind screams against he expects Soojung to quietly pick up her clothes and simply, walk out. Neither of them were up for words unnecessarily thrown around, at least that he can be thankful for. Whirring past all the possibilities of failure he fails to conjure up one where she slides up behind him, arms thin, almost frail around his torso. She presses close, and Kyungsoo can smell the final whiffs of her peach soju escapades, cold against her lips but warm when pressed onto his.

He can’t fathom. Kyungsoo doesn’t understand, even when Soojung whispers dainty constellations under his ears, when she keeps returning, waves repeatedly crashing. Over. over, and over. Kyungsoo, he doesn’t understand why Jung Soojung never leaves.

He wishes his lips were as articulate as his constantly whizzing mind was, choosing to bury his nose over her heartbeat instead.

Some days don’t pass without her quiet cravings for everything sweet. Some days she wants the exact opposite. Some days it was rolled and lit starbursts of colour, some days it was the kaleidoscope of wild dreams. Most days, it was just Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo when he holds her hand, Kyungsoo when he smiles, Kyungsoo when he caresses too softly and holds on too hard. Her bruises bleed sunsets and it’s all Kyungsoo, it’s still Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo talks but he doesn’t speak, he listens but pretends he only hears. Maybe Kyungsoo was all Soojung ever wanted.

Petrichor stains under her nail beds, cobalt panes, smoked incense. Kyungsoo was everywhere, yet it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. Kyungsoo counted the spaces between her fingertips until they didn’t exist between his, and she wishes he’d never stop smiling. Never straighten the crinkle beside his eyes, the dimple too close to heart stealing lips that won’t fade. Please don’t fade. Everything about their story was so whimsical, drawn on reflections in still waters and black ink, pulled between what dreams are made of and what wishes are whispered with. Soojung can’t help but to wish there was a ripple in the mirror, instead of her mocking reflection.

Kyungsoo thought too much. Crashing, rolling, falling over the same cliffside over and over again- secretly meeting death for her enchanting poison tinted kiss. Flickering between the presence of earth beneath her feet and sinking quicksand. Kyungsoo thinks way too much and she wishes not for him to stop but for him to let go, instead. Why not let the thoughts breathe a round of fresh air, spring daisies and die peacefully on his lips? Why ponder and ponder, why replay it over and over, a curse of never-ending never-broken rerun tapes racing a million miles a minute. Soojung wishes she could hear it. The little ticks and whirrs of a copper clock, waiting to chime.

Soojung found home in the space between his words and the depth of his gaze, tucked under his throat and over his lap- home. Everything was the same, from the drop in his breath to the tickle of his fingertips exploring her nooks and crannies again, retracing memories etched in words. There were no sweets tonight, though. No smoke stains or fizzing pink, nowhere to hide words besides in each other’s heartbeats and lack of confessions. The night was warm, smelling faintly of oncoming rain. Soojung looks up, and there’s question in his eyes, there’s doubt that loosens his grip on her skirt and shallows out his breath. She sits up then, bracing his thighs, his question, bleeding cobalt and indigo as she answers, lesser thinking and more feeling, lesser alcohol and more intoxicated.

“Kyungsoo, you idiot. I love you.”

#application #submission #accepted

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coruscantholonet · 6 years ago

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Survey Results Part 3 : The Negatives

Been dreading this section! The question was “ Would like to hear what you feel could use improvement? Please be constructive! “

My comments will be in bold. Identifying comments may have those portions redacted.

Combat System Related

“The combat system is tremendously complicated to configure and use. You have to make templates to guide the new players or they will not attract you. In my case I have decided not to use it, it requires too much time and there are faster options that favor roleplay “

The template suggestion is a good idea. This is one of the easier to learn systems we’ve used over the years though, if anyone has any trouble configuring it feel free to poke any online staff board or ask in the Discord, we’re here to help!

“ LRS needs to be balanced, going all points offense is just too much of an advantage “

We’re constantly testing and considering options,will look into this further!

“ Everything. Meter being #1 on at the moment. “

Sorry you feel that way! We do have meter as a “needs improvement”, and high priority in that category.

“ Less complicated systems not everyone is waaaaayy into the Dungeons and Dragons Aspect. i myself am from a era in SWRP where everything was Combat Meter. People will debate that combat meter is not rp and they are right from a certain point of view. However before we attacked someone or another group we extensively rped out the scenario these days its all DICE MATH DICE MATH i am horrible at math i come to SL to relax and just play out my character with the occasional battle here and there. Now i am aware thats all the current generation of SWRP but the freedom is very limited i'd prefer old school honor FFC above meter and dice but i realize there is a huge trust issue in the community which i gotta admit is somewhat logical considering the amounts of people that god-modded in the past especially the Sith and Jedi who all were SUPAH powerfull. Hell i'm a sith too but i hide it and play like Palpatine nobody knows i'm sith unless they are sufficiently alligned with the force to sense the intense dark energy hidden.

Eh long story short. Focus more on ROLEPLAY and less on DICE or any other system.

In the end we all come to SL to escape the hectics of life adding complicated systems like CLOCKS [Large Events only as far as i heard ] does make me want to just walk away. Turfs work pretty neat but requires more consistent rules like Take 1 turf a week to prevent Big groups such as my [REDACTED] to Streamwall it all I can go on for hours but wont bother you guys ;) I love the casual rp on the sim that's what drew me in “

“ feel like things like clocks and turf are bloat “

We’re looking at things like Clocks & Turf for revision or termination. Those behind it are no longer with us, and we do feel it’s current version is too heavy. The add ons such as that are not mandatory for players to know, they’re more for group leads and often something they can opt out of as well under certain circumstances.

“ Make LRS more like d20 “

I wish this one elaborated a bit more.

“ Only thing I can really think of, is maybe more instructive ways to teach the LRS system, notecards can be helpful. Explain such things like weapons, armor, items, in general to be obtained, where to get them etc. Host events to maybe entice people to get them. And maybe, have more items with different stats, mind you I realize some share different stats, but from what I can see in the starter items, very few have different stats. Not saying, starter items should be powerful, just saying the things I've noticed. I could be mistaken with the items itself, and may need more experience in it. Anyway, thank you for your time :) “

Some good suggestions here.

“ Leveling/Rank system is kinda meh'. While I do like a system that has leveling/rank to it keeps people honest and cuts down on meta/god emoting and shit. I feel like the gaps between some of the higher ranks and lower ranks seem like kinda insane. Which might be intended if so then I suppose it's fine but I feel like Emi basically can't interact with certain people in a hostile manner once she learns their abilities cause you she would have be insane to try it again lol. “

The gaps are actually much less significant than they have been in the prior systems we’ve used such as SWT & Chimera but will look further into that. I’ve personally lost to a 1 on a 5, so it’s not invincible mode by any means.

Build/Setting Related

“i feel it might be nice to see more places for people to sit and hang out around coronet, maybe replace some of the derelict vehicles or make it so you can sit on them like benches. id like to see more items handed out as mission rewards even if rarely. “

“ I'd like for there to be more places to sit in Vreni and Corenet. benches or just something as simple like being able to sit on clutter such as crates, vehicles, or even ledges. “

Been working on this, adding in more benches, small parks, etc. As well as getting more staff the ability to generate items that can be given as rewards. If anyone is running a storyline that they want to request items for ask in the Discord or ask me directly, if I’m busy I can at least point you to someone who can help

“ more fun, less stress ... but I have no clue how to make that happen other than just focusing on RP and letting everything else go entirely “

I agree! I assume this one is more about staff than the playerbase as we’ve been pretty happy with the low number of OOC player vs player incidents.

“ Rentals availability notifier “

“ It's hard to find personal rentals. I wish there was a map or something that showed where there were rentals available. “

“ more rental homes i feels like there's not enough rental homes especially on the lower section there's like 4 i beleave maybe bump this up a little if possible as i would belave it would make it better for more people to have homes there. “

Since the survey have added enough rentals to catch up on the waiting list. While the waiting list is now empty they are all full last I checked so will add more. The waiting list is why the boxes often auto-lock and do not notify. When we do have freed up rentals and no list I let people know in Discord announcements. If you want to get on said list let Zenless know, specify which of the rental types/location. Generally go down the list when one becomes free but if I don’t hear back from someone in 48 hours move on to the next person.

“ The island build kinda tbh “

Would have liked elaboration as to why, I personally enjoy the contrasts in setting.

“ Add a area we can rez items we buy “

We do have a build box, but yeah need to be in the landgroup to rez, this is to protect the sim from griefers.

“ I feel like the furries need to be toned down, a lot of them seem to be pushing the limit on what is okay for a character. Otherwise I don't have a whole lot that comes to mind. “

If you have concerns about an avatar, contact a GM or an Admin. No one else should be confronting people about avatar appearance. Mentors will help those wondering if their avatars conform as well.

“ More open areas, like forests, deserts and snowy mountains, depicting the different Corellian environments and bringing more RP scenario options. “

Worked on it with the addition of the RP scenes, currently there are 4, we may switch them up now and then, any player can use these for their adventures. As of writing this we have a snowy one, a shadowy planet, a jungle and a minimalist desert. It often depends how many prims we have free how details these are. Things are also added to them specifically for a story, etc.

Story Related

“ Perhaps get more people involved IN the Holonet so we have a wider scope of story coverage from other factions/sources. “

“ StoryLine for the sim. News Reports. “

Would love to! Contact Zenless anytime you have something you would like printed on the news, we’ll take anything from briefs to full length articles. It’s generally me (Zen) who ends up writing most, but would love to have more contributors.

“ Easier access to groups. More storys that involve the "lesser" people that arnt part of a huge faction. Less hiding the roleplayers in faction bases. “

“ More events and gatherings for other time zones. It sucks that all of them are always at 9PM at night US EST. Some of us have jobs... “

“ Perhaps slightly more conflict between the groups. “

“ Most improvements are at the group level. All group leads should be working to give their players some daily content. Whether it be a small quest, large mission, or just something to progress their IC storylines. Right now it seems group leads are more there for policing than GM (game master) “

“ I feel that the Storytellers should put out more events, as well as come to defining the terms of the Clock System in a Simple way. There is too much confusion even among Admins about it. The Sim Build should also be improved to reflect 4D Coruscant. While an Island is nice it is only ever used for beach parties or the Jedi. Whilst every other RP is taking place in Coronet City or the Event Boxes. I am sorry if this was not very constructive but typing it out is a lot harder than explaining on voice. Come hangout with myself or talk to [REDACTED]. “

“ leadership in groups focusing on small scale rp to advance players char's ICly “

“ Could use more roleplay opportunities such as organized events. “

Lot of similar themes in these 6 so I’ll touch on them at once. Our group leads have been great and have been the primary ones responsible for the high levels of activity. On the other hand since the start we had a story team that did not put much time and effort in other than those who were also group leads. There was a main story arch yet few if any segments were ever run, and when these people left they asked for their stories not to be used so we had to go back to the drawing board. We’re working very hard to get more people involved in stories/running stories, do let me know if you are interested as we’re always looking for more aid. Typically we bring on people as mentors first, find out what they do well and help with stories if desired.

“ Not having jedi trying to confiscate lightsabers as if they are the cops... “

You could go to CorSec ICly. This one really seems like an IC issue as it is technically a violation of Corellian policy/law.

Staff/Management/Leadership Related

“ I feel there is a bias that favors the Jedi with staff “

“ the admins other than Eva do not seem like they care about the players “

“ Some of staff can at times be out of touch with the playerbase and comes off as elitist “

“ One owner has to go as per the jedi discussion on the jedi discord. The rest of the sim is fine. “

“ Admins “

“ Easiest suggestion. Unity. This admin team, just like the old 4D, is being trapped in drama. Things need to be unified and aligned to help the admin team mesh, instead of argue. “

“ some of the staff come off as condescending and rude mostly jedi who are also staff “

“ Consensual basis of decisions by the staff. Seems like things are constantly at odds. “

“ tessa and perry should not be admins “

“ Really wish the admins could be more approachable and stuff :l Except for Ootarian, he cool :D “

“ stop taking on owners who are terrible admins but just have money. wil,perry,lone,keely and so on “

“ I feel the LRS could be slightly more balanced rank-wise. I'd also like to see more LRS items but not too many. Less staff drama would be nice as to not fracture the community and kill RP. More sim-wide events such as Pazaak tournaments, races and even combat-oriented ones would be welcome “

“ Not a big fan of LRS but it’s better than most dice systems. Would like to see consensual agreements on staff rather than seemingly duking it out “

As some may have noticed there has been an overhaul of staff, much of this will seek to address any of the comments here. Everyone knows I say what I think to a fault. So I’ll be transparent in my POV (take as you will) though I’m sure some are going to be unhappy I even touched on this. The SWL Community was in bad shape after what happened on 4D for those who were here for that, I made a bad judgement call in some of the people I partnered with as our views were incompatible. I was very depressed after 4D (our prior region), and didn’t input as much as I should have when it came to staffing the sim, so they filled the staff with those who I’d consider their “friends”. Staff often became a battlefield of ideology between myself and what I saw as a circle of friends. In no way am I ever a perfect angel, and there are patches that I could have navigated better so I am responsible for the conflicts within staff as much as the departed are. Sometimes people just don’t work well together. What’s done is done though and moving forward I feel we’ve been making a lot of progress in having a more cohesive team. Still some rough patches as any sim with a decent sized playerbase is going to have it’s share of arguments, but I can say for certainty that everyone involved in leadership now genuinely cares about the community and that we’ll do our best to listen to the players and strive for consistent improvement.

“ Telling myself that "You seem to be breaking the system, the sith might need their own story system" isnt encouraging. We are here to help the story move along but because we are the only ones really using the Clock system. Our use of it in my opinion should be rewarded not, not discouraged so that way other groups are encouraged to use it also. And this isn't me complaining, this is how what is being said is being perceived. “

The staff member who said this is among those who departed (who have been mentioned often here). We’ll strive for a fair environment for everyone/all groups where goal posts aren’t moved on a whim.

“ More freedom and less bureaucracy “

You and me both :D

“ My friend who had been rping here for a few days before me and participated in two events got told she couldn't rank up because she "only earned 1 exp" meanwhile I got enough to level up and that isn't cool because we both pretty much did everything together so it feels like there might've been some bias there. “

I know it’s repetitive but the person who did this is among those who departed. Fixed this personally as being consistent is of extreme importance to us.

“ Maybe a little more staff so no one feels overburdened. Would love to see currency added to LRS (kind of like Chimera), most inventory items/upgrades/mods/etc. Otherwise, I love this place. Great people and great fun! “

We are currently interested in taking on another mentor or two as there is a lot of work to be done, but we’re being careful in that we want a staff that can get a long to avoid a lot of the feedback that was brought up here on staff environment being internally hostile.

MISC

“ Clear advertisement of those willing to mesh-build or animate on commission for players would be nice! Even if we don't take them up on it, knowing it is available helps. “

I like this suggestion, will think of ways to try to advertise for them.

“ - More sim events for common people

- More story events at current scale before we try and move large scale. We really haven't even tested the waters here and yet we're trying to move larger? It's like an amusement park with one slide saying we need to buy more land rather than build more attractions in the available space to entertain people. Lets try and utilize the current setting to its fullest before we decide it needs to go larger - The main social hub moved to a neutral ownership.

- More balanced meter

- Less outrageous things being brought onto sim. The more outrageous things get, the harder it is to bring content because that content gets dismissed by one person with the snap of a finger rather than being a tension and toil to overcome It also puts newer players at a huge social disadvantage. “

This one touched on a lot of things so put it in misc. Pretty much touched on everything but “outrageous” in other sections. What people consider outrageous is very subjective but we do try to avoid anything too crazy.

“ A lot of people are a bit bossy and obligating others what to do with their character, especially how they look. That makes people, certainly those who put a lot of effort in them, really pissed. Maybe a send out that we all should respect each other in how we look and how we roleplay. Not everyone is a rich ass who can buy what they want or so experienced in roleplay as the other. So the basic thing is respect. “

True. If any issues with an avatar or anything else, a GM or Admin should be contacted. Players hostilely confronting other players is often something that will be considered a minor offense which can lead to disciplinary scenarios. If you need any help do let one of us know, it makes me very sad when I hear about someone being given a hard time over something like that.

In conclusion, thank you to everyone who filled out the survey. This was the hardest section to give feedback on as it does touch on a lot of “drama” elements. I’m not the smartest admin, def not the most PR or PC, I speak from the heart. It means a lot to me that after six years and all the obstacles that people are still here. I’ll do my best to try to improve everyone's experience. Please keep in mind we are a VERY diverse role-play community and it’s literally impossible to fully please everyone, sometimes the good of the many will outweigh the good of the few but the tyranny of the majority is also something you always try to keep at bay.

SWRP as a whole has now lasted about fifteen years as you can trace it’s origins back to 2003 while the first groups and sims really got going in 2004 with groups like the Mandalorians under Dazzo Street, Jedi under Marcus Moreau and others,the first Galactic Empire. Then in 2005 sims exploded with Korriban, Sirius, New Holstice, Tatooine, the founding of GAR & DLOTS. We may have had to do a lot of adapting and changing with the times to still be an active community, but fifteen years is an amazing accomplishment for any roleplay community. We’ll have our ups and downs but I think we’ve proven ourselves to be as resilient as they come. :)

#SWRP #StarWars #Corellia #SecondLife #SLRP

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