#planned rp

[the-broken-tooth-rp]

@the-raptors-lore

It was an unusually chill place for the 'theft' mission, thought the blue-eyed ender while climbing slowly out of the sewers. As he slowly emerged from this secret passage, Dreamger noticed that the light had already stopped reaching him at the bottom of the pit, indicating that night had finally arrived to cover him. The night breeze sent shivers down his spine, tightening his blue cloak as his deep blue eyes continued to search for any signs of detection.

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His entrance in this kingdom was a little bit loud at first due to that strange barrier - somehow it was spread even underground when he was trying to find a hidden entrance to this place, preventing him from moving forward. It felt like it was a solid wall, but without any feeling of temperature or texture. Like it wasn't even here at all, and it was just compressed air... something he had already seen before. 

In the same time the local players could see something strange happening in their chat...

As the last output in chat showed the amount of blocks, a sudden big wave of air rushed into the city as the barrier suddenly disappeared - like an implosion, it quickly pushed any mob or player who were close to the border on the ground or knocked them against any close surface for a short second. It surely created some kind of panic on the surface, giving Dream a chance to get deeper into the kingdom... staying hidden till the noise died out.

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[revcnqe]

【 . . . 】 Fuck  "letting  go."  You  should  be  out  there  with  a  fucking  chainsaw,  going  after  'em.  Where's  your  fucking  RAGE?!

A STUDY IN: Revenge served cold, grief, moral corruption, ruthlessness, suffering for sanity, becoming what one once sought to destroy, doing whatever it takes and being a motherfucker 24/7.

⸻ #revcnqe, independent & semi-selective BILLY BUTCHER from the Amazon Series THE BOYS, as V'd up by 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

[actuallyredrobin]

it’s always “that was irresponsible red robin” and “don’t do that again without telling me first” and never “wow you looked really cool when you jumped off that building”

[aroaceleovaldez]

i think the thing i'm most disappointed about with riordanverse fandom now versus like 2014 is not only has the fandom not gotten any less racist or queerphobic or ableist (in fact in some regards its gotten worse!) but now it's just boring too. like there's no fandom infrastructure anymore - the community these days is almost entirely source material-driven - and you deviate from canon even slightly people get weird about it. whatever happened to the post-HoO fanon boom. the fandom needs to get weirder again. and self-sufficient. and less offensive.

[captain-dville]

JONNY!!!!

You remember where we keep our book of missile & explosives code book? Im declaring today as Brian gets to fuck shit up and cause destruction. I desperately need it, my dearest captain.

Yours,

Drumbot Brian

- @drumbbot-brian

( @drumbbot-brian )

Fuck yes, hello fun Brian.

I know where it is, I'll grab it and meet you at the bridge. Pick anywhere you want and we'll blow it to ash and dust.

[eagle-head-charge]

WE!!!!!!! ARE GOING TO MAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE PRETTIEST TREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AMERICA HAS EVER SEEENNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RAAGAGAGAGAGAHHGAGAHGAHHHHH

[Part 2] (this time with more Gay!)

[doctorsiren]

Some silly happenings :3 (monster AU by @cupofchemicalchatter and I…we have still yet to come up with a name for it OOPS)

[noblehouseofgay]

Doorstep

Jegulus and Black brothers microfic

Hurt/comfort

Trans regulus

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Regulus Black showed up on the Potter's doorstep at 9:32 pm on December 21st.

He looked pathetic.

Regulus was wearing a dress his mother had forced him into for a party. His face was tear stained, with makeup streaks painting his face. His had a fresh cut on his cheek from a curse his mother had thrown.

In one hand was a small bag, the only belongings he could manage to grab. And in the other hand was Kreacher holding Regulus' finger. He had refused to leave the poor elf behind so he'd convinced him to come with.

The door opened, revealing James and Sirius. Regulus just looked at his brother, begging him with his eyes. Sirius said nothing. He simply stepped forward and pulled Regulus into his chest. Regulus broke and immediately sobbed into his brother's embrace.

James stepped closer and gently pet Regulus' hair, trying to comfort the sobbing boy.

Eventually he ran out of tears. The Potters guided Regulus inside. He was shown to the bathroom to clean up. Sirius immediately went in with scissors to fix Regulus' hair, which was much too long.

The brothers stood quietly in the bathroom, looking at themselves in the mirror. Sirius leaned down and kissed his brother's head before giving him a soft smile and leaving him to shower in peace.

Regulus took a long time in the shower. He needed to feel clean. Feel new.

He needed to think. Needed to process.

He'd finally left. Something he never thought he'd do. But he was here. With his brother and with his boyfriend. He did it.

He was free.

[disintegrateddog]

hes stabbed through the chest. yay! what an excellent way to wake up! akutagawa is standing above his bed looking like a fucking. creeper.

- @subject-rashoumon (ignore this if you wanna. this is just for plot.. not an attempt to actually kill off ur character.)

Jouno woke up in a shocking, excruciating pain, crying out loudly. That probably hurt himself for than doing much else.

He jerked up, feeling a shortness of breath due to the anxiety and heightened senses beyond what was his normal, trying to kick away whoever was there. They had a familiar heartbeat and breathing pattern but he wanted to be sure.

His kicks came across weak, panicked. He put a hand over his chest where the stab wound was, trying to hold back the bleeding without a tourniquet.

[sleep-deprived-tim]

Going to tell jason that ai could write a better book then most authors to see how quickly he tries to kill me. I'm going to time how long I can keep the bit up for.

[ur-local-demonlol]

... Well, he dreaded this.

Today's the day... He was probably going to get killed again. Luckily, he was given an easy task.

Find the woman, stop the goddess, save the king.

That's what he repeated in his head as he slowly approached the shop Lucifer said she was in.

Find the woman, stop the goddess, save the king.

He opened the doors to the shop.

Find the woman, stop the goddess, save the king.

He approached the woman on the counter, waving as soon as he was greeted.

Find the woman... Yeah. He's got this...

After a while of talking, he was lead to a small office. He was rather nervous. He didn't know if this woman was going to believe what he wanted to say but... He had to try.

She might be their last hope.

"Well mister, I don't know if what you said is true, but I am, in fact, a woman with beliefs. It's been a slow day today so I have all the time I need," the woman said as she sat on the office chair behind her desk and motioned for Asmo to sit on the couch in front of the table, the demon doing so.

"Thank you for understanding, ma'am. But um, how are you able to take this so... Casually?"

The woman giggled, "Sugar, I may be atheist but I sure as hell have an interest with your kind. I've summoned one myself to help me with my problems with a nosy neighbor. And I've realized I haven't aged a day ever since I turned 34!"

Asmo laughed along with her. He liked this lady. This must be why Voira was so attached to her back then. He cleared his throat, looking at the timer for the eclipse.

So close...

"So ma'am um..."

"Call me Iris, dear."

"Okay. Ms. Iris, I've been informed by Lucifer that you were previously Voira's wife. I'm not sure if you have memories, though."

"Oh, no. But I do have dreams. I used to think they were nonsense until I pieced it together. They were telling a story! So, I had to write it down on my journal whenever I have such dreams," Iris explained, opening a cookie jar and taking one herself. "Cookie?"

"No thank you, ma'am. It's alright." Asmo said. He looks through a thin book that was given to him before handing it to Iris. Iris takes the book and looks through it. It was a photo album.

As Iris was looking through the album, Asmo noticed the scar on her cheek bleeding slightly. "Iris, you're–"

"Oh, it's alright dear. I got it," Iris takes a handkerchief from her pocket and dabs it on the blood, wiping it away. "I've been having them for some time now so I'm not too bothered by it anymore."

"Oh, I see. So... Do you recognize the woman on the photos?"

"Yes, I have seen her in my dreams. She was my wife, if I remember correctly. She's lovely, now that I see her in reality."

Asmo tapped his fingers on his legs. "She's planning on killing our king. She's doing it for you as revenge."

"Oh, how lovely."

"N-not really, no. We were wondering maybe... You seeing her in person could stop her?"

Iris puts the book in front of her, thinking. Then, she stands up from her seat and grabs her purse from a table nearby. "Well, I've been waiting for this since I was a little girl. Saving people from a threat."

"So, you're helping us?"

"Of course. I would love to see my wife in person. I've been awfully lonely for so long."

( @laurenstryker )

[deadpoetperry]

Auditions are coming up soon for the spring season, so I’ve got to make sure I’m ready.

If anyone has a monologue suggestion (dramatic or comedic), let me know!

[bigolbadblog]

i know that mafia romance is cringe or whatever but like. the feedism possibilities...

it's about the unrepentant enjoyment of the good life. and also. fat crime bosses who carry their size as a symbol of power. who are constantly inviting their inner circle to big, lavish family style dinners. and, of course, no one dares refuse the boss's generosity, so everyone's cleaning their plate... and then their next plate too

[fromtheberrybush]

mmm,,, the feeling if being hungry <3

[evecolourshock]

@smellslikejail continuing from here in case you're not interested, do you mind experimenting with interactions between two Sams?

Sam winced at the dead weight of several kilobytes of Program landing on top of him. He lay back for a moment, winded, then tried to shift Eve off him. She lay unresponsive, circuits dim. Why-

He took a shaky breath. An energy surge at the Beacon, him in the critical part of transport. Eve, by far faster than Tron if she needed to be, grabbing his disc from the air and pushing him out of the bolt of raw power's path. The Beacon malfunctioning despite the emergency stop protocols.

Darkness. Falling. Digitizing and re-rezzing over and over again.

And then here. A Grid on fire.

Gold circuits flashed in his vision, and he flicked on that camouflage subroutine Tron had bullied him into adding to his Gridsuit. That was Clu. And Flynn, battling each other, heedless of the destruction they were causing.

But that was impossible. Clu was with Alan, slowly unlearning a runtime's worth of poor decisions made with the best of intentions, and Flynn - his dad - was put in an isolated Grid, unable to be brought back analogue and drifting in and out of fantasy. Thinking of it as his dad being in a kind of nursing home helped, but not much.

Some rubble fell way too close, and Sam put the impossibility of the situation out of his mind. Survive first, then worry about what was going on and how to get home.

He scrambled up, hoisting Eve onto his back - thankful Programs tended to be lighter than humans - and joined the crowd fleeing the area. He ducked into some kind of secure facility, still standing and clearly heavily fortified, but was still close enough to hear Flynn yell his name and how Clu had murdered his son. Sam shuddered, then nearly dropped Eve in horror as he saw the tell-tale white glow of attempted reintegration.

If it succeeded...

This facility was not going to survive, and neither would anyone in it.

Screw the whole... apparent war over who was right or wrong, and any potential consequences, he was getting everyone out now.