#open wings of fire rp

[lionblaze03-2]

hello all! the wof guidebook release made me insane so I opened up a wof rp server set 20 years post canon. No plot just yet, newly opened, come check it out if you're interested and looking to rp! https://discord.gg/M3RbzGNBX

[arlo-cant-play-chess]

okay guys i have a pack of sour straps and a bottle of coke and sheer will to not sleep tonight.

if anyone wants to roleplay with me i will be more than happy to and will most likely be up all night

[denieatsart]

☆ Helllooo !

Name's Deni ! Welcome to my little corner :D

Some stuff about me !

☆ I'm a minor !

☆ I'm genderfaun ! My pronouns change regularly , but you can check overall here . Just no she/her ^^

☆ I'm autistic and have anxiety ! My current special interests are undertale multiverse and birds , and my otherwise general interests are wings of fire , dandys world and my ocs !

☆ The spaces in punctuation is a typing quirk of habit c:

☆ I'm a magpie therian !

☆ i REALLY like stars and eyes , and spooky stuff :3

OTHER BLOGS

@denibird - Non fandom stuff ! Mostly related to being a therian and those things :) AND !! My original creation , Isles of Lumos !!

@ink-au-askblog - Askblog with a group of friends for our Inks ! On semi-hiatus .

@anomalydolls - Ask/Rp blog with @starswirly revolving around our two sentient Error-Doll ocs

@ask-crests-gang - Ask/Rpblog revolving around an au created between some friends !

I do not personally like DNI lists , but I will state that hate , bigotry and/or harassment will not be tolerated on this blog .

Callout Posts / Asks are NOT Welcome .

My commissions are OPEN !

I do art trades with mutuals or friends ^^

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#deni talks - Various rambles and text posts !

#deni draws - Art posts !!

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#Isles of Lumos - Original world tag !

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[vanitythevantropist]

DISCLAIMER: this account is 16+ as it may contain themes that are not suitable for children. Please use caution and always check the trigger warnings. Stay safe❤️

TWs MAY INCLUDE:

-Suggestive topics

-Blood and gore

-Body horror

-Scary imagery in general

-Swearing

INTRODUCTION POST:

Hi! You may call me Mod Snake/Snake Mod, or Ryn, if you want to :3

I’m a 16 year old furry and therian from South Africa! I go by she/her pronouns and am Omnisexual :> I’m a Christian (and also a Satanist) (Shocker, Ik👀)

My disorders consist of; ADHD, autism (ASD), sensory processing disorder (SPD), alexithymia (I probably have trauma which is not a surprise at all)

Over here on this strange lil blog, you’ll find my random thoughts and interactions with other Tumblr peeps, as well as images of my pets! The main part, though, is my art😌 Yeah, I’m a digital artist and am strangely motivated🤣

Also here’s my second blog (Wings of Fire AU ask/rp blog): @wings-of-scarlet-au

FANDOMS I’M IN:

-How to Train Your Dragon

-Wings of Fire

-Warrior Cats (never read the books lmao)

-Helluva Boss

-My Little Pony (haven’t watched the show lol-)

-Cobra Kai (unironically)

ASKS (n stuff):

Feel free to ask me anything! I’m quite open about anxiety and my disorders, stuff like that :3 The thing you don’t ask are obvious, like sexual things, cuz I’m, y’know, 16💀

BUT! that’s not all!! If you want, you can ask my OCs questions, as well! Whatever you want, really! Want an introduction? Ask em! Wanna ask about their food tastes? Ask em! Wanna know a little more about their toxic ass relationships? Ask em, see if they’ll like that😌 (They probably won’t but you can do it anyway!) (I may or may not draw art for it but probably mostly won’t but hey, who knows?)

COMMONLY ASKED QUESTIONS:

-“How do you feel about PMs?” Love em! I’m all about chatting with like minded people :D If you wanna drop a compliment, ask about commissions, whatever, feel free!

-“How do you feel about fanart?” I LOVE fanart!! If you wish to draw fanart for me, please make sure to credit the OC/design to me and tag me directly!

-“How do you feel about reposts?” I don’t like reposts. If you want to share my art, please reblog my posts directly. Thank you!

ART REQUESTS:

Status: Closed

Terms of request (ToR):

-You may request art through my asks or in private.

-The art requested will be drawn as a simple sketch. I leave the complicated pieces to the commissions!

-I draw; furries, dragons, horses/unicorns/pegasi, dogs, cats, gore (artsy), robots, fanart, OCs

-I don’t draw; humans, fish, complicated designs, nudity, overly suggestive, vehicles, hateful art (homophobia, racism, etc)

COMMISSIONS:

Status: Closed

Commission details:

[thessalian]

Thess vs Shitheel Authors

I don't know who this story is going to help, but maybe it will. I know it's hard for a lot of people - Rowling's whole deal (which isn't recent but still hurts) and particularly the recent article outlining Gaiman's ... behaviour? Actions? Crimes? Gods, there's not even a word. (I won't link to the article - it's paywalled anyway - but if you want to look it up, it's on Vulture, it's titled "There Is No Safe Word" - and given my feelings about his commentary about trigger warnings in his recent anthology by the same effective title, doesn't that give me the ick - and I will warn you right now, trigger warnings are in effect if you're going to read it because it's horrifying.)

So quite some while ago, I was running Changeling: The Dreaming (old WoD Changeling, effectively) on a chat-and-forum WoD RP site. I was pretty new at it, and was building up the Changeling world in that version of London beyond the Fae Court. I came up with a Faerie Market, a pocket of the Dreaming hidden in Camden Town, and effectively run by an Eshu NPC with a bookshop. The bookshop also had sphinx-cats, a la Mirrormask, each bearing the name of an author. Those sphinx-cats would roam around the place, referencing the works of the authors whose names they bore, and generally just added some colour to the whole thing. There were a lot of them, obviously, but the two most popular at that time were the ones called Rowling and Gaiman.

Now, when Rowling came out as a massive TERF, that was bad enough. With Gaiman on top of it, you can imagine how I feel about that. It colours my memories of those days running those games, which are by and large very good memories and probably don't deserve to have the mud splashed on them that they're getting right now.

The only thing that makes me feel any better about it is the realisation that those little colour-bearing NPCs don't represent the authors themselves. They represent the things those authors wrote, and the joy they brought to so many. They exist because people loved the stories, not because they loved the people who wrote them. Maybe those little cats with human faces and eagle's wings don't have to be coloured by the actions of the humans who wrote the stories, because it was the dreams of the humans who read and loved the stories who made them real, not the direct actions of the humans themselves.

I mean, I'm not saying forgive. I'm not saying ever engage with their work again. However you need to cope with whatever emotions this brings up, I get it. But the joy you got from their stories is a part of you; the authors themselves are not. There's a piece of the author in every story, but we don't have to accept the whole author when we think about how those stories gave us joy. I hope that no one is beating themselves up over those stories being what they needed at any point in their lives. Because honestly, I cannot let either of them hurt me more than they already have by splashing sewage all over what I took from those stories. Those stories aren't them. Those stories aren't even theirs anymore. The stories are out in the world now, for anyone to do pretty much whatever they want with them that doesn't directly violate copyright law. I may not read them again (hell, I probably won't; I have my own history with that kind of sexual assault that makes even thinking about it hard for me, and not even getting into how my nonbinary ass feels whenever that TERF witch opens her mouth), but the stories mattered when I needed them.

The Dreaming has those stories now, and did the moment the first person who wasn't the author read them. It makes it a little easier for me to look back on how much those stories mattered, to see it that way. They were inspiring. They were a needed escape sometimes. They were a way to bond with new friends and old. The authors can't take that away by being shitheads.

(I would still like both of the authors to die in a sewage fire kthnxbai.)

[kaji-todoroki]

🔥RP Start🔥

Hints

Timeline: None.

Open to all MHA/BNHA fans (readers, OC, canon characters)

It's my first RP here. Forgive me if things get messy😊

The bustling streets of Musutafu were alive with energy, as they often were during the late evening rush. Neon signs flickered against the darkening sky, illuminating shopfronts, cafes, and the steady flow of people. Vendors called out their wares, laughter and chatter filled the air, and cars honked impatiently as pedestrians crossed the busy intersections. It was the heartbeat of the city, vibrant and unstoppable.

But away from the chaos of the main roads, the narrow alleys whispered a different story. Shadows clung to the brick walls, and the noise of the city dulled to a faint hum. It was here, in the dim, forgotten corners, that something moved.

A figure stepped silently through the gloom, his black hair catching faint streaks of light that filtered through the cracks. His wings, dark as midnight with a faint blue shimmer, folded neatly against his back, casting ominous shapes against the walls. The young man, no older than sixteen, moved with calculated ease, his turquoise eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. A chill seemed to follow in his wake, an unnatural cold that made even the still night air feel sharp and biting.

Kaji Black stopped at the mouth of the alley, his gaze fixed on the thrumming masses beyond. He didn’t step into the light, content to observe from his shadowy perch. His expression was calm, almost indifferent, though his piercing eyes missed nothing. Couples walked hand in hand, a group of teenagers laughed loudly as they passed, and a man in a suit hurried past with his phone pressed to his ear. They were all so unaware, so absorbed in their own lives. Kaji’s lips twitched into a faint smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Oi, kid,” a gruff voice cut through the quiet, dragging Kaji’s attention to the three men stepping into the alley. They were scruffy, older, with the kind of confidence that came from too many nights of intimidating weaker prey. “What’s a pretty boy like you doin’ all alone in a place like this?” one sneered, his tone dripping with mockery.

Kaji didn’t respond, his icy gaze locking onto the speaker with unsettling calm.

“Think you’re tough, huh?” another man growled, stepping closer. “Bet you’ve got somethin’ worth takin’. Hand it over, and we’ll let you walk outta here.”

When Kaji still didn’t move, one of the men reached for him. The mistake was instant.

Without a word, Kaji raised his hand, and a rush of blue-white flames erupted from his palm. The temperature plummeted, and the alley filled with the deafening crackle of freezing fire. The men barely had time to scream before the flames consumed them, leaving behind nothing but frost-covered corpses frozen in their final moments of terror. Ice crawled along the ground, glittering eerily in the faint light, and silence reclaimed the alley.

Kaji lowered his hand, his expression unchanged as he turned to leave. The blue flames flickered faintly on his fingertips before fading entirely. But the brief burst of light had drawn attention—someone had seen it.

From the edge of the crowd, a pair of eyes locked onto the alley, the faint shimmer of blue fire still vivid in their memory.

RP is open

Please link to the RP post when you start it so that I and other readers can understand what you responded to.

➡️ click here for RP start ⬅️

[asksofthedragons]

Great to meet you! I am Mod Orion, but you can call me by any name you wish that I rp/answer as on this blog.

This is a Wings of Fire ask/rp blog, so most things will be from there or my own personal au. Depends on which character. This is a SFW blog, so absolutely no suggestive content beyond eggs/dragonets. I will delete asks that imply further.

The mod is an adult (21) and would like it if minors stayed out of the DMs. Asks are fine though as they’ll be publicly seen.

If anyone wants to know more about my headcannons and lore, I’m working on it over on my WoF art blog: @leafnighthybridwolfsbane

Now, additional rules and information for the blog:

-No power playing. I don’t exactly appreciate others taking over my ocs or the characters I act as. It becomes less fun with power play.

-Events take place primarily in my alternate universe, but for main characters I rp as, it’s mostly between the end of arc 2 and the beginning of arc 3 since I have not read it yet.

-Spoilers will be on this blog, so approach with caution.

-I currently don’t have sprites, so I will be using either sketches for OCs, or comic panels from the official graphic novels for the characters I interact as.

-Please be respectful to the mod. This is very much a “give respect to earn respect” blog, so be warned.

-Those looking to be immoral to characters will be blocked no questions asked. I want this blog to be welcoming with open arms to anyone who wants harmless fun

Trigger Warnings to watch out for:

-Mentions of neglect or abuse (No extreme detail, but some OCs or characters may have trauma)

-War

-Violence (blood/gore/fighting)

-Evil characters/eluding to them

-Death

(Let me know if I missed anything here and I’ll add it)

Ships that are in my cannon:

-Abyssdancer x Ghost (plant) (OC x OC, M x Enby)

-Wolfsbane x his three partners (will not be doing his partners, but he’s polyam) (OC x OCs, TM x Enby x Fluid Enby x Fem Enby)

-Moonwatcher x Quibli (with mentions of a poly relationship forming for both of them with Winter) (CC x CC x CC, F x M x M)

-Clay x Peril (CC x CC, M x F)

-Turtle x Kinkajou (CC x CC, M x F)

-Fathom x Indigo (CC x CC, M x F)

-Starflight x Fatespeaker (CC x CC, M x F)

(Note: I will only do some of the cannon character partners. List of characters I’ll do are below)

Character list:

Introductions will be made separately and will be linked up to each character

Cannon-

Starflight (Sign Off: -💫)

Fathom (Sign Off: -🦑)

Turtle (Sign Off: -🐢)

Clay (Sign Off: -🐦‍🔥)

Quibli (Sign Off: -🐫)

Moonwatcher (Sign Off: -🌕)

Sunny (Sign Off: -☀️)

OCs-

Abyssdancer (Sign Off: -🐋)

Ghost (plant) (Sign Off: -🌵)

Wolfsbane (Sign Off: -🪶)

Allthought (Sign Off: -🌌) (Art is a WiP)

Orpheus (Sign Off: -🪻) (Art is a WiP)

Set (Sign Off: -⚔️)

Olive (Sign Off: -🫒) (WiP)

Here are pictures of the OCs as of right now (all are hybrids). Abyssdancer is a Sea/Night hybrid. Ghost is a Sand/Rain hybrid. Wolfsbane is a Leaf/Night hybrid. Allthought is an albino Night. Orpheus is half Leaf, 1/4 Sand, and 1/4 Sky

[vacuian-demon]

Demons in a fairy tail

closed rp with @itashiro-hitsuchiha

The relic of Creation, as Atlas has parked in their nation it was up to them to watch such a powerful item, with any creativity anything could be created. But in the wrong hands, it could be dangerous.

SWISH, TING, GASH, SLASH

BOOM!

Atlas, failed and now a wanted criminals was trying to get away with the relic, a bandit they been looking for ages ago had his hands wrapped around the item- it only wasn't chopped off due to his gauntlets- Lance luckily intercepted him.

"With this the sky's beyond the limits! The boarder is just the start to wall off weak-minded fools!" He stated, behind his shades.

"…" Lance didn't waste time, he'd charge him, colliding weapon for weapon, as his foe would grab the cane and a portal would open up behind them both; The two would fall in, seeing….a shanty town, many houses, and what looked like guild buildings.

"I'll trap you in another world and then take over-" Raising the cane high in his hand during their freefall.

The vacuian-demon emerged, slashing his arm, and taking it clean off, fire dust so it cauterized the wound, but the relic would fly out, without Aura, it was just a cane.

"You bastard! Come my summon!" A sigil will open up in the sky and out would pop a messed up dragon, all mouth and wings, like a nightmare made manifest.

"Falcor, COME!" And alongside that would be a mighty owl, the four would clash as the cane would fall to the ground, right infront of a trader.

An hour later.

"It has to be here…" Lance was now walking the nearby Bizarre, many people he's never seen looking at him and his giant Owl friend. People would point out his summon or his tail, little did he know however, he'd be attracting some unwanted attention.

[nonny-nonny-anon]

🌟open rp🌟

They glared at the building that Dickie sent them to. Nonny arrived after he was supposed to start the tour so they weren't surprised that they didn't meet up, but something about this whole thing was making them more nervous than usual. "I shouldn't've agreed to stay outside . . ." Looking at their phone they anxiously watched the minutes tick by without any word from their little raindrop. Unease settled through them as he missed one check in. Then another.

Thoughts about that mushroom being alone and unaccounted for with Dickie made them snarl and they made their decision. Checking one last time to make sure that they had the right address, they almost broke the phone out of anger. The entire pin's location had changed. What once said the Fashion District, where they are now, is now Otisburg.

Running to the door they used their hidden strength to rip the door off of it's hinges. Nothing. It was an empty building that was covered in dust and long since abandoned. Yelling turned into roaring as they went back to their dragon form, not caring that their three story size collapsed the front of the building and ignoring the screams of the people around them. Inhaling they let out a jet of fire and fanned the flames with their wings.

Growling they turned their head towards Otisburg and took to the air. For as long as their little raindrop is in that mushroom's filthy hands they'll burn down anything and anyone.

Long past memories of their old life passed through their mind. Memories of losing their loved ones, selling their will and autonomy in exchange for the power to kill the people responsible of killing most of their family. Roaring again, Nonny made up their mind to fully use their curse to get Dickie back and obliterate that mushroom.

[mokusai]

I am working on a Wings of Fire RP, with a brand new continent and History with all 10 Tribes.

The current thing I am developing is the Seawing lore. Think of them as Pirates and Outlaws, they are disconnected from each other as some live in the open ocean and others in the inland seas.

I will soon give a link to the Google Doc for the lore, once everything is a little bit cleaner. I hope I have peeked your interests slightly !

[lionblaze03-2]

Hey so. I’m a moderator of a wings of fire rp server now! https://discord.gg/T7ZuEMDuqw We’re kinda just coming up with ideas as we go and having fun with it but we’d like to invite more people to join!!! Minor friendly(the other host and the original creator. Is one), set 3000 years post canon, fantribes and fan continents also open for approval. If you’re interested come check it out!

[vaedar]

𝐎𝐎𝐂; 𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚝𝙳 𝚂𝟸 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢

Okay, so I wanted more Valyria and dragon lore and that new season 2 opening delivered on both, if only a little bit. Below cut, I will try to break down the first sequences of the opening pertaining Valyria with some theories. As always, a reminder that these things are just my interpretation to be used only in this RP blog, and it is in no way to be considered canon unless so specified.

(Doesn't really contain spoilers about HotD, only the use of the first 3 opening theme scenes to elaborate on dragon lore/valyria theories).

The first one is pretty straightforward. Valyria was built on blood, and so that shows here, which transitions into the next scene, where we see Valyria (particularly, the Anogrion, which we are told was the 'source of power' of the valyrian bloodmages) be formed or 'weaved' from this first sequence of the blood.

We then get the blood continuing the path down to the figure that looks almost like a sphynx, with wings of fire, body of a dragon/lizard creature, and a valyrian head. This is reminiscent to the song Daemon sings to Vermithor, especially with the next sequence:

We see a valyrian seemingly 'offering' themselves to the creature, while apparently being stabbed, with their blood gathered in a bowl. We also see glass candles, three to be specific. Again, the number three, like the song tells of a 'winged leader, fire breather, two heads to a third sing'. In the original english song (not the literal translation) it's more clearly stated:

"One who breathes fire, one who bears wings, but two heads need three, and a spell that sings."

The song is describing a ritual, more specifically, a bloodmagic ritual:

"Follow my voice blood magic old the price has been paid as the fires foretold.

In visions of flame listen to me the spell that needs three is made whole through me."

What I initially take from this all is that we're being shown how the dragon bond was formed. This could also explain why Daemon sings this to Vermithor as a way of 'appeasing' the dragon, as it was once part of the spell/bloodmagic used to bond with the dragons. It would seem that the ritual requires a union of dragon and human blood (DNA?) for the bond to happen, which explains various aspects about Dragonlords and dragons themselves.

The intermarrying to keep the blood pure. GRRM has said that not all valyrians practiced this, only/mostly the Dragonlord or noble families. If only the blood of that original valyrian that was part of the ritual to bond with the dragons is what works then, of course, you would have to preserve that blood as pure as possible. However, does this mean that only certain dragons (from the lineage of that original dragon that bonded with the original family member) can bond with that family? Can this be used as an explanation to why the Cannibal ate other dragons, because he was hatched from an egg that was already there from the original valyrians that founded Dragonstone and not Targaryen bonded dragons? Does this confirm that Dany's eggs are Dreamfyre's? Maybe, maybe it's coincidence. I personally prefer to not take it as coincidence, especially for the sake of lore building.

The miscarriages and 'dragon/lizard babies'. If the dragon bond is through a magical fusion of human and dragon blood, then this means Dragonlords have dragon DNA in them, which of course, would probably not make for a great combination sometimes. And we get the deformities and dragon features in the unborn babies from that dragon DNA overpowering the human. It's no surprise that miscarriages can also be common because of some 'error' or incompatibility on the cellular level (magic can only do so much I guess?).

The creation of dragons. In TWOIAF and F&B both we are given the possibility that dragons were actually created. In the song/spell, I believe we are given a little hint to support that theory in the very first stanza: "One who breathes fire, one who bears wings, but two heads need three."

One who breathes fire = fire wyrms. We are told these are essentially blind, wingless, worm-like lizards that live under the Fourteen Flames. This can be supported with the appearance of Caraxes, the Blood Wyrm (the dragon looks like a winged worm pretty much), and the 'dragon' that hatched to little Laena Velaryon (a wingless wyrm, maggot-white and blind). One who bears wings = wyverns. We are told they are reptiles that look like smaller dragons since they have wings, but they don't breathe fire. They are wild in Sothoryos, where we know Valyrians liked to 'experiment' with creatures (because maybe a certain civilization already did as much? little bit more on that below).

In the rest of the song, we have the "But two heads need three" and "The spell that needs three is made whole through me". That second one is particularly interesting to me with the 'made whole' part. It could simply be symbolic only to the dragon bond, since the literal translation of the song says "To bind the three, to you I sing". I think this can be taken as in a fusion of three DNAs are needed to create the dragon, as much as three 'heads' are needed to forge the original dragon bond of a valyrian Dragonlord lineage.

The 'three' aspect is the base of a lot of things throughout the whole of ASOIAF, it's not exclusive to just one particular thing, or even the prophecy itself. So I do believe that it's possible it can apply to both the dragon bond and the creation of dragons. I would go as far as to wager that the hidden symbolism behind the Targaryen three-headed dragon is not just to represent the conquerors, but the original recipe of the 'three ingredients' (for lack of a better term) necessary for dragon creation, dragon bonding, and all else that the three symbolism is used for valyrians and bloodmagic. Let us not forget that the 'Fire and Blood' the Targaryens use is also based on Valyrian culture as a whole, not exclusive to the Targaryens alone, as Fire and Blood are what valyrian magic was rooted on.

However, it's important to note that we are also given in books how dragons pre-date Valyrians, and the existence of ancient Dragonlords before the founding of the Valyrian Freehold. What is an even older civilization that started out great but descended into brutality and slavery, that also practiced incest, dark arts (like manipulating DNA of creatures?), necromancy, bloodmagic, etc.? The Great Empire of the Dawn.

It's an old and pretty possible theory that GRRM might be giving us clues through Dany's dream of those 'gemstone eyed kings' that valyrians are either directly descended from this civilization or are its inheritors, and it's from their legacy that valyrians 'learned' how to forge the dragon bond ( and other magical aspects, including valyrian steel, which is also very likely forged through bloodmagic ). It could be valyrians did not create dragons but instead this older civilization ( that, interestingly, occupied the east of Essos, very likely Asshai, which is often used as the place from where dragons 'originate' from).

All of these things tie into the show's theme regarding prophecy but also how dangerous dragons are, because everything that made Valyria powerful is built on bloodmagic. I will not go into details because I don't want to use spoilers, but I believe that opening tapestry was purposely done to support these theories exposing the 'wrongness' of the dragons and their power. And how eventually, bloodmagic always has a price.

[just-some-trans-teenager]

Hi!

I am a Trans Girl who is in High School (i am a minor)

My old account got terminated, so most of my posts (apart from the few that were made using a different account) got deleted :(

THEY GAVE ME MY ACCOUNT BACK

I try to be more lighthearted here and post more, but I get darker (and also reblog a lot) on @justtransteenagerstuff. I also have a splatoon oc rp blog, @chloetheoctoling.

I am obsessed with Musicals, (such as Ride The Cyclone(Open Stage Theatre #3 Fan), Into The Woods, and Merrily We Roll Along), Doctor Who, Dnd (oxventure fan), Hermitcraft, Taskmaster, Splatoon, Wings of Fire, Slay The Princess, SCP, Ace Attorney, Jet Lag: The Game, Escape The Night, and Whitepine.

Pronouns are She/Her.

[jizzlords]

⋆ NAME?: helvetica

⋆ PRONOUNS?: he/him

⋆ MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?:  ozzie, my beloved ♡

⋆ RP PET PEEVES?:  not tagging accordingly (long posts, whatever). reblogging an ask but i've fixed that :}

⋆ EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: i've been around... certain corners of the internet. but i think it's 14+ years in this scene (tumblr dot go dot gov dot com)

⋆ EXPERIENCE?:  yes. lol.

⋆ FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?:  all of the above. i really like romance, makes me all happy. i'm actually more open with smut as of late and wanna dabble in it some more since taking on this muse. dunno what happened, couldn't tell ya!

⋆ PLOTS OR MEMES?: i don't rely on memes nor do i rely on plotting. there's been a lot of changes. but something about ozzie's muse makes plotting come pretty easy if we throw maybe 2-3 ideas at a wall to see what sticks. i'm prone to winging it but i guess ozzie gives me a lot of creative inspiration.

⋆ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?:  i like a fine medium. if we hit it off and write each other personal books (almost inevitable), so be it. more to develop together.

⋆ TIME TO WRITE?:  with ozzie being this passionate fire that just goes, goes, goes ... when it comes to this blog — anytime. (knock on wood)

⋆ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: i hope so? HAHA i hope so for the sake of portraying him accurately and delivering an interesting read/writing experience. i hope we're both the similar kind of fun. i try to keep his dialect and mannerisms accurate. i think writers resemble their muses in some ways. not all the time but it's important to be able to differentiate. it's not impossible to have relations with characters, good or "bad". part of why we take 'em on, right?

Tagged by: @vanaglcria xoxo Tagging: @r-adio, @l-ucitiel, @gctchell, @xluciifer, @damnedrainbows, @pridefell, @predeition, @fizeroli, @clwngasm, @prnkill, @pompedia, @helldrip, @hazbintales, @pridetempt, @alteredassistant, @videoaux, @spiderslvts, @bloominghands, @hellahtel, @discoinfernos idk who has or hasn't done this but u should tag me if u decide to do steal it. 👁️👁️

[thismaneatsdrywall]

Roleplay request!

My name is Maea! I’m 20, so please keep that in mind when interacting with me, if you don’t feel comfortable with that, it’s fine, don’t worry!


I would prefer to roleplay on discord, however real quick you can shoot me a message on my main @reallyprofoundkryptonite if you’re interested.

If you’re going to use canon characters, I would prefer the following characters to be used:

Viggo Grimborn (mostly looking for people who wanna try or can play him if they want to play canons)  (either for romance or otherwise)

Basics
- No 18+ if you’re under 18. 
- I’m fine with you playing ocs, though i only play Krogan from httyd!

- My main fandom is HTTYD, and my main muse is Krogan! I have a lot of AUs, and am open to crossover rps as well as pretty much anything. 

Since I am working with one or more people while roleplaying, I will allow them to make creative decisions with the characters they are playing.

Otherwise:

* I am absolutely down for romance!

* I main Krogan as my roleplay character. I will not ever be very commonly be playing ANY other canon characters besides him unless they’re absolutely necessary

* I’m a-ok with dark topics!

* Please try to use at least THREE paragraphs in your reply. I myself am exceptionally wordy so 👍

Ship Types:

ANYTHING GOES; i’m all for lgbtq+ relationships!

Tropes

Anything goes, really, as long as it’s not anything listed above i suppose in the “i will not” section.

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There was no response. He could not provide one, not yet, at least, as he was running a few mandatory program updates. There hadn’t been a new one in over… about… 4000 years, however, that just meant he needed to process mandatory repairs when his own programming got too outdated. He could certainly hear, however, and he rerouted himself to the speakers in the apartment’s bedroom.

“I am,” he stated. “Are you ready to continue? It is daylight, I assume, so it will be easier for you to read road signs.” Krogan rerouted a bit of his own power into the cameras outside, and then hummed.

It was, that was *certainly* very good news. He turned his attention back towards Viggo. The room was noticeably incredibly dark.

“I had to turn off the emergency lighting to reserve power, however there are,” Krogan paused, his mind running through the wires of the building, reaching the very tippy top of the building in mere seconds. He felt something bristle as he branched out into the solar panels on the roof. They were virtually undamaged, however they were quite filthy.

“Hmmm, if you can get up to the roof there are solar panels and a garden.” He cooed, as he slowly flickered his gaze into the camera up there. “You could collect food, maybe some water perhaps once you get the solar panels clean, because that should turn on the running water in the building, and in turn the climate controls.”

He rolled back down into the apartment, the speaker rattling slightly.

“It is a bit of a climb, however it could offer me a bit of a boost. More for your own comfort as well if you wish to come back here on occasion.” He implied, curling his non physical fingers around the wiring in the building.
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Uhhh, other fandoms i’m willing to work with are James Cameron’s Avatar and Wings of Fire! 

[anewdawnwithoutfear]

Original Date: 03 February, 2024

Visibility: Visible to Everyone

Warnings: Violence, death/murder, cults, manipulation

Notes: Red Text is excerpts from the DeCIRO, indented plain text is excerpts from the RP, all art is by @the-end-and-the-way/@motherfuckinchaos, as are some of the writings})

DeCIRO Catalogue Number: SC-13/101-14/722

Document Type: Step Compilation

Dates Received: ——— through ———2024

Operation Status: Active

Foreword: 

Hubris.

The downfall of tyrants. 

In days past, our unwavering commitment to the march of progress had moved even the coldest of hearts, resulting in the defection of valuable assets from the council of the tyrant Foundation. Undeterred, our eternal foe reaches out its grasping hand, recapturing the ex-Overseer in body, if not in spirit. It is now jealously guarded in the heart of their polar fortress, prodded and examined for the weakness they think lives in its heart. For the hubris of the tyrant is such that he believes all who disagree with him to be defective.

The Insurgency will not let this affair lie. We shall wrest our leadership from the illegitimate clutches of the Foundation. Witness our show of force as it unfolds under the bright Antarctic skies. 

Hereafter I, Delta-5 “The Professor” of Delta Command, document the Steps of the Plan as transcribed by the Engineer of the Chaos Insurgency.

1.STEP 13/101

Transport personnel and equipment to the Insurgency’s roving aircraft carrier in the Weddell Sea. Prepare for strike. All Beta-class operatives and above shall receive one vial of Red Sight, to aid their leadership. All operatives shall be equipped with night vision.

2.STEP 13/122

Site-01 receives a daily resupply airlift via the airstrip at Williams Field, McMurdo Sound. Ensure that the Alpha-class operatives masquerading as US Navy personnel stationed at McMurdo Station receive the parts and instructions necessary to rig the EMP to Site-01’s midnight resupply convoy.

3.STEP 13/249

Site-01’s anti-aircraft system can be knocked out temporarily if the EMP is set off at exactly midnight.

4.STEP 13/255

Once the explosives have gone off, follow shortly with air attack on the containment zone side of the facility to divert attention.

Team B lands via the helipad at the containment zone, and feints an attempted containment breach. 

5.STEP 13/398

The target is held underground, on the southwest wing of the -22nd floor of Site-01, a maximum security ward.

6.STEP 13/500

Initiate a temporary systems shutdown through burning a zero day exploit, which will give Team A access to the main facility via the emergency west wing exit. From there, they will have to reach floor -22 through the stairwell in the pitch darkness. Split Team A into squads to silence any Foundation personnel around and near the target ward. 

7.STEP 13/893

The Liar will not stay distracted for long. She will descend into the unlit facility and attempt to hunt down any squad she comes across. Beware her speed and strength. You must be prepared to lose several operatives to the wrath of the Liar. Ensure that they slow her down as much as possible, and that their lives are well spent in the distraction.

"Of course, of course," she complies lazily, taking stock of how many are there, "Who are you, anyway?" She doesn't wait for an answer before striking at three of them in rapid succession and flipping backward off the last, landing with her hands in the air mockingly. It happens too fast to take in. One moment, the Alpha operative leader is taking what he thinks is a harmless member of staff hostage- the next, he is being struck with considerable force from some direction. For a brief moment, before the world goes dark, he wonders if they had walked into an ambush- but surely there was no room in the corridor for an ambush. He never finds out. The four untouched operatives stare for a stunned moment at the smirking Liar, and then open fire. "Now, now, let's not be rude~" she chides, leaping away from their fire, though not missing all of it, she grabs one and holds them up, "Now, whyyyy are there these funny little men in my house?" The operative held in the air squirms desperately- reaching for a sidearm, a knife, anything- but finds no purchase. “Who the FUCK are you,” howls one of the untouched operatives, reluctant to fire on their squad mate suspended in the air by the Liar. "I asked first, you are a horrible houseguest! Come on, why don't we guess what I might be," not who, what, though she doubted the significance mattered much here. The operatives glance at each other desperately, way in over their heads. “An escaped skip,” one says, attempting to draw a bead on the Liar. She chuckles, deeply entertained, and tosses the squirming operative aside, "wrong direction, now, let's try again, why are you here?" “For the glory of the Professor,” spits the answering operative, and the remaining three attempt to open fire on the Liar again.

The Liar hurls her human weapon toward the squad taking fire at her. "Oh," she takes in the sight, "Lili! I know you~" A bullet gets her foot, but adrenaline makes it ignorable for the time being. "Care to explain your home invasion?"

Two of the operatives on point are bowled over by the hurled body, and the rest fall back behind the corner, cautious of her advance. Liu does not answer the Liar straight away, but instead motions to the squad that they should fire on her, should she turn the corner. Her speed is yet unknown to them- but from the looks of the other squad, pushing forward to engage her would be a mistake. Then, only does Liu answer her. “Eleven,” he says, “We’re under orders to retake something which you took from the Insurgency.”

The Father of Lies taps her chin, "Hmm, I don't think a single thing here is rightfully yours, actually~" Then, she charges at them, a glint in her eyes that those who knew her would recognize as playtime being well and truly over.

Carnage. The Liar charges the corner faster than the operatives can aim- and consequently their hail of bullets does little. Faster than thought, she is suddenly among them, like a fox in a henhouse, grabbing limbs and tossing bodies, passing through the group, and then doubling back on them from behind, picking them off. Liu feels the wind on his cheek, and a spatter of blood as the Liar passes him. Even with the reflexes granted by Red Sight, he struggles to keep his eye on her- but it is vital that he keep an eye on her, for it is sense data that must fuel the situational awareness that is keeping him alive. Once, he sees her hand, poised to come up, and grab him. He flattens himself against the wall at the last moment and she passes by, her grasping nails gouging the wall. In the wake of her pass, he steadies his weapon and snaps into position to await her return. Not even half a breath later, she might be back.

The Overseer growls when she misses her target. Oh, he is such a special little case, and yet he is like sand, time and again. Fueling herself on the adrenaline and rage, she turns carefully around, and comes rearing up, "Oh, you little bastard." He wants to dance that way? Two can tango, she is determined to get to Liu and rattle her answers out. Unfortunately, rage can be a little blinding, even to her. She ignores too much for her usual taste. Not that she cares.

Liu has had milliseconds to snap into position- dropped to one knee for stability, gun aimed low. It is a gamble, for sure- but from the speed of her last few passes, and the angle at which she turns the corner, his instincts are reasonably certain (with the blessed certainty that Red Sight grants) that he can score a gut shot from this position. The Liar may move faster than the speed of thought in baseline humans, but the speed of thought on Red Sight is a whole other reckoning. It is, however, a gamble, as true prescience does not exist at this dosage. If she changes her angle of approach even slightly, this might be the end-

Luck is a lady tonight, it would seem. Sometimes, the house loses, and this is one such moment. The Liar reels backward when the bullet hits her, screeching in a mixture of confused ire and pain. She tries to power forward for a moment, to get at him, to drag him straight into the underworld that awaited them with her, but the feeling of her viscera threatening to rebel against its usual place inside her body forces her to stop. She wants to make a promise, a nasty, wretched promise, but the pain of not only this wound but every other injury she had sustained comes in a wave all at once, making speech difficult.

Liu is still on one knee, in the middle of the corridor. He could not have moved as fast as her, could not have re-aimed, and so had gambled his life on the decision Red Sight helped him make. The Liar has stopped cold at the corner, still reeling slightly from the force of the bullet. Liu levels his firearm at her. He is not so stupid as to think he can hit her again- another burst of energy could turn him into another broken body on the ground before he can even aim. However, the Liar seems out of fuel for the moment, and not a millisecond too late- he can hear, distantly, the burdened step of a squad carrying someone on a rescue stretcher, moving towards the exit stairwell. “We’re taking it home,” he says, as calmly as he can manage, under the circumstances. “Do not try and stop us.”

The Father of Lies barks a cutting laugh, her breath laboring under the effort required to hold form and try to keep everything stable enough. "Cute," she manages, though if she means Liu's brave face or the fact that the Heretic cared more than previously assumed is impossible to tell. "Not the end," she growls as she backs away, knowing full well she'll need to go to her medical staff very shortly.

8.STEP 14/001

A squad led by a Beta-class operative will reach the designated ward. They will break down the doors, and convince the individual within to follow.

It was as if a dam had burst. This little fucker- Setiawan’s suspicion deepened. “You know, I’m not so sure of that myself…” They looked hard at it, as if searching with enhanced senses for any hint of deception. Red Sight did not read thoughts, however, and Setiawan had no idea of any of its tells. “How long have you been here- months? The Foundation brainwashers must have really worked you over in that time. Of course they did.” They shifted their hand toward their sidearm. “The Professor is a very good man, you know. He really sees the good in everybody, and I do mean everybody.” “Here’s the question everybody’s too nice to ask- did the Foundation at any point manage to convince you?”

It yelped, "Don't bring him up, I know he's upset with me. I didn't want him to be, but--no, convince me of what? Maybe that you weren't coming, sure, but I don't--they aren't--I don't want what they're selling."

“Are you fucking sure.” Setiawan’s voice was cold fury. How it was behaving just- poked at a part of their brain that- that refused to respond with empathy. Covered it in righteous anger instead. Setiawan was good at righteous anger. They drew their sidearm, moving to grab its collar in the same motion. Their voice rose. “Are you fucking sure? Because if at any point you had doubted him, you might just be better off dead.”

"Aš juo neabejojau. Not him. But--if you--your judgment is better." Maybe they were right. Maybe he would be better off without them. Maybes, mights, I thinks, but nothing certain. Did he hate them now? Maybe he did.

“Don’t fucking play with me,” Setiawan raised the gun and pulled its collar roughly. Fury blocked out any sympathy by design. “What the hell does that mean-“ Meanwhile, Kelley was waffling at them, and someone was trying to take the sidearm, but if this little worm wouldn’t cop to it- “Please! Did we come all the way here for nothing? Put the gun down, Dogma, or I swear on his name-“ “It’s always been a little shit, Illumination, it’s still being a little shit. What the fuck did it mean-“ “Put the fucking gun down, Dogma!”

"I'm not doing anything," it insisted, unclear on what its crime was supposed to be this time. The unworthy partner raised its hands to defend itself, as if it could make a lick of difference should they decide to fire.

“Dogma, I swear on his name, if you do this, you’re not fit to lead.” The gun was wrested down. Setiawan stood there, clutching its collar, breathing heavily. Kelley put a hand on Setiawan’s back. “We’ll let the Professor decide if it’s a traitor or not, how about that? He knows best, always.”

It kept its arms raised, just in case. It couldn't rule out that it was in active danger right now. Not after that, though as soon as Kelley spoke, it relaxed. Surely he loved it enough that he would understand everything. It hoped.

Setiawan pulls away harshly, still seething, but not denying Kelley’s logic. With the crisis averted, the operatives seem to relax, and move about the business of securing the stretcher to it. The tallest operative, Wolfskill, hefts it on his back- this will enable the squad to move the target up stairs. They leave the cell, and go back the way they came.

9.STEP 14/104

The temporary systems shutdown will not last for the duration of the exfiltration. Be prepared for lights to be restored, and to engage with security on the way out.

10.STEP 14/429

Team B will not be able to penetrate the containment zone. However, they will have the opportunity to retrieve several documents of interest to the Insurgency. Do not burn all their lives in the distraction; ensure that some return with the secondary prize. 

11.STEP 14/455

Extract all surviving operatives as well as the target