#rp storyline

[thevoiceofnv]

[ @dr-carlosrobles — ]

Cecil just likes to feel the rain, sometimes.

He is so horrendously old— older than the winds, the storms, the rains under his command. There is so much he has done, and still he feels a lack.

It is not unlike the vacuum he first awoke in, this feeling. It is an untethered feeling, unanchored. He feels tossed on the waves his own storms create, and still no closer to steady ground for it.

Flat on their back in the sand, Cecil sighs, eyes wide open, staring upwards into the storm clouds they've gathered over themself. Over this section of the beach, it pours; a storm rages, and Cecil, spread starfish on his back, lets himself absorb the sand, lets the waves lap against them as high tide comes in, lets lightning crackle and snap down into the ocean with every flash of their tattoos and heavy rumble of thunder.

They just feel this way, sometimes. It's better to let it out like this than keep it in too long.

The air pressure changes on the beach. Cecil feels it— of course, he feels it. He feels every lick of wind everywhere, every change in temperature, every shift in density; the air, the winds, the clouds, the storms, the weather, the rain, the lightning, the thunder, the magnificence, it is all theirs.

Lifting her near-nonexistent head, Cecil blinks through the driving rain in search of the source of the shift. She doesn't need to have a human body— or a human name, or anything human at all, really— but, it's something to do. And it all feels far more properly theatrical when she's fling out on the sand physically, not just metaphorically.

There is a shape down the beach, it realizes.

It'd thought this stretch was empty, remote; that's why it came here, specifically, when it realized it had to release: to hide. It'd hate to hurt somebody who wandered over just because it doesn't have control.

Cecil begins attempting to calm the storm, to quell it, to stuff it back away for now. It's an effort; he sits up in the sand, fists gripping the wet granules in gritty palmfuls, and concentrates, scars and tattoos and markings flashing with each bolt of lightning, head pounding with the rumbling thunder, until the rain has begun to subside, his emotions compressed backwards— and the weather with it.

With this lessened rain, Cecil can see so much more.

He can see a… a person.

A person?

He thinks they might be a person. Maybe.

Are they, though?

[cfs-melkire]

A Tale in Two Parts

[soren-gravestone-baltimore]

What does love feel like?

[whosmoraless]

Heya! I'm still not entirely sure how all this interdimensional stuff works, but I'm just jumpin' in to say hello to a fellow super teen! (I have been told I need to talk to folks who are not..also avatars..)

@theaanswers

heyy whats up?

wait wait wait wym by other avatars?

[all-agatha-harkness]

*Knocks on your door* Agatha? I wanted to make sure you were all right after last night...

@redwood-witch

//honestly have no idea how to continue their storyline since the ritual might not be happening

*Opens the door, my face lighting up as soon as I see you* Magnolia! What a pleasure.

Yes, I’m doing well now.

*Steps aside to give you space to walk in* Please, come in!

[duchess-of-dilemma]

@scarecrowspawn you core

[tubbytushes]

The date is October 31st, Halloween. You always like Halloween, the fall weather chilling the air, the sound of enjoyment from everyone around, pumpkin spice... It was always perfect. You decide to go out and enjoy yourself, after all it only comes once a year! You people watch, seeing all the men and women in costumes, some creative and some, well... T shirts that say "My costume is this shirt" are less then creative. But you couldn't help but notice one person your eyes just keep coming back to.

Black raven hair, stockings, She had to be dressed as a witch or something although she added dog ears? Maybe she was a furry.... You take a deep breath and decide to go up to have a conversation. As the conversation goes on, it was clear there was a connection. Her laugh was ADORABLY dorky, her costume just hugging all the right spots, and a great personality. What you miss are the looks and whispers of everyone around you, a sign of what was to come... As the night carries on. as well as the conversation, you can't help but notice people filtering out, starting to hit the streets to get those fat sacks of candy. You snap back to reality and realize that you're missing out the best part of Halloween!!! You apologize and say you have to head out. You can't help but notice the smirk on her face as you turn around and the feeling of those green eyes burning into your back as you walk away....

[thepaststillhurts]

The Circle of Life goes on

Life has been reborn in the Pridelands as the rain washed away all the filth of Scar's reign. The herds when they found out son of Mufasa had returned, they started migrating back into the kingdom. The hyenas and Scar's loyal followers, Zira and some other lionesses left (Simba exiled them), and the delicate balance of the land was restored.

All went back into a peaceful manner, and Simba couldn't be any happier as his first cub was born, Bahati. He couldn't help but smile proudly whenever he saw the little cub in Nala's protective paws and when he saw Rafiki lifting him up during the presentation ceremony, Simba just got the feeling of something deep in his soul: from that day on, his place in the great Circle of Life was to secure the future of his son, his family and his kingdom - at any cost.

Time just flew by, and Bahati soon grew into a cub. He was now old enough to start to learn all the royal lessons he was supposed to and Simba was glad to pass on the teachings he had learned from his father.

"Good morning, son. I was about to start my morning patrol and I was wondering if you want to join me?"

@prxnceofthepride

[walldwellereater]

*Y o u j u s t w a n t t o g o h o m e*

*You're still in pain when the guards force you to your feet*

*One of them pulls out a taser, and you get the message that you don't have a choice but to walk through the pain*

*The guards take you through numerous rooms, making you go first "so The Good People won't be an issue"*

*You wonder how many monsters are in this place*

*At least 3, you think*

*You reach a large room, with a massive window and leveled seating leading to a larger door*

*Reminds you a bit of an amphitheater*

*Might as well put a bit of a play on*

"So glad I get to be an experiment for you sadistic f*cks."

"Keep your mouth shut Z-919, and maybe you won't be hurt."

"C'mon, least you could do is tell me what you want outta me."

*You look out at the ocean, not paying attention to whatever the captain had to say*

*You know he wouldn't tell you*

*As you look out, you see a green glow in the distance*

*What the...?*

*YOU NEED SOME HELP?*

*You're surprised by the sudden voice in your head*

*You can tell it's from whatever that glow is*

*And if it's offering help, you are certainly in no position to say no*

*You nod*

*BE READY TO LOOK AWAY*

*That's... both concerning and reassuring*

*The creature gets closer, and you can see it clearer*

*It's a very large shark, covered in glowing green eyes*

*You hear the door behind you lock*

"You aren't taking anyone!"

*The voice from the turret speaks again, and what looks like a.... doodly face made in MS Paint? appears on the screen where the number would be*

"Sir! Z-317 is approaching!"

"Sir! Z-779 locked us in!"

"Sh*t."

*A countdown appears on the screen where the face was*

"A MINUTE!?"

*The glowing shark is here, and you feel.... strange*

*You want to look at it*

*But it told you not to*

*You turn around, and see the lesser guards are staring at it*

*One of them collapses, with the other soon doing the same*

*You see blood starting to pool around their helmets*

*Not the time to focus on that, You can break out!*

*You feel a something under your skin in one of the first places to go numb during the second shot*

*It wants out*

*The skin covering whatever it is tears away, and you feel it*

*A large tentacle tears through the back of your suit, stabbing directly into Captain Ward's helmet*

*You've killed him*

*You're... free*

*For now, at least*

"Thank you."

*ARE YOU OKAY?*

"Don't get caught again." "I'm leaving."

*The face disappears from the screen*

"I'm... fine."

*I DOUBT THAT*

"And I don't have a choice."

*You have to find your bag*

*You need that light*

*Thankfully Captain Ward was wearing it*

*You go to grab your bag, noticing the blood soaking the bottom, and grab your gummylight*

*The gummylight is red, seems that it got dyed by the blood*

*You test to see if it works*

*Other than the light being red now, it seems fine*

*You turn to face the shark*

*You figure that as long as you weren't being compelled to look at it, you could*

"I'll make it up to you."

*YOU DON'T NEED TO*

"That won't stop me from tryin."

*You leave, taking one last look at the shark*

*And you start your new life*

[Day 19- Three eyes]

[Updated version of @ask-eyefestation saving 919's *ss, now featuring: P.AI.nter!]

[I'm a day late and it's 2:35 am]

[If it has problems, it's not my fault]

[shipfishwrites]

i've come up with a name for a pern rp plot device: the Inevitable Gold

this is when an entire plot is pointing to and leading to a gold existing and/or doing somrthing that resolves the plot. of course, the prototypal pern plot, Dragonflight, was an Inevitable Gold story. wirenth/prideth was a partial subversion of the Inevitable Gold trope

"oh no! dragons are going extinct / we're down to one weyr!" -> Inevitable Gold

"we don't have a leader, but here's this clutch we're watching" -> Inevitable Gold

"everyone is angry at each other" (admittedly this is weak) -> Inevitable Gold (mom flavor)

"i'm from a rebel group and we need protection from thread" -> Inevitable Gold

"my character is sexually repressed and needs a strong [rest of phrase redacted]" -> Inevitable Female Dragon (Gold if your character is a cis woman, Green if they're anything else, particularly a gay man)

[the-silver-circle]

Gregor sucked in his breath as he watched from his vantage, huddled behind an old stump. He'd seen kaldorei before but this was different, very different. Before him the graceful figures seemed to float over the ground, long red robes brushing over dry leaves without a rustle. In every hand a lantern, its dim light casting flickering shadows onto the mighty trunks that made the forest's vastness seem close. Most striking of all though was their voices. Raised in song or prayer the human could not tell, but their beauty was such that he blinked back tears and felt a shiver run down his spine. Perhaps they were ghosts, not real elves at all. Only one thing was certain, he'd hold his grandchildren enthralled with his tale of the red robed elves.

{Written by Gilthas 06}

Illuridei or "The Watcher's Flame" is a turning of the seasons ceremony. Leaves turn from green to a fireworks display of red and gold while heavy headed crops sway in the fields.

The autumnal equinox is the ceremony of the Watcher's Flame. It has traditionally been celebrated from the breadbasket of kaldorei society, Ashenvale Forest. Held at night, a procession of kaldorei in red clothes bearing lanterns set out from Raynewood Retreat and pilgrimage through the historic region of Azshara.

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[thevoiceofnv]

@dr-carlosrobles [continued—]

Oh, my—

𝑂ℎ.

Cecil is struck 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 when Carlos leans over and kisses his cheek in return.

He doesn’t remember the last time he was kissed. Literally, he does not remember it; the last time he was kissed was years ago, by Earl Harlan, and Cecil doesn’t remember a single second of it, wiped clear from his mind after several ensuing— though unrelated— sessions of re-education that left Cecil blank, Earl heartbroken, and their relationship a broken, half-gone mess.

Regardless.

Being kissed now— and being kissed by perfect, perfect Carlos— on the cheek is the most tremendous feeling he’s ever had. And he had such fear when Carlos didn’t respond, at first, but now—

He couldn’t be more thrilled. He couldn’t be happier, really, and—

And he gets a second kiss.

And a third!

And three is one of his best numbers. He can’t help but sigh happily, tugging Carlos’s lab coat closer around himself. It feels so grounding, perfect, warm.

Though Cecil has never liked facial hair on men before— oh, he loves it on Carlos. He loves the friction against his own skin; he hopes it leaves a mark behind. He hopes Carlos is burnt into his skin forever.

“You don’t have to thank me,” Cecil insists, blushing furiously. His blood is rushing so fast he feels like he might lose consciousness— but, he can’t! Carlos is here! He wants to spend every second he can together with him. “I’m just so grateful you’re coming! Thank you, Carlos! I’m—”

He hesitates, then admits— “Prophecies are never guaranteed. Nothing is ever guaranteed. But I… I saw you, and I couldn’t live without you anymore. I feel so lucky that… that this prophecy was guaranteed. That you are…”

He doesn’t want to say guaranteed, even though he, himself, is guaranteed. He’s not going anywhere, not while Carlos is anywhere else.

“There are many prophecies,” Cecil informs him, rather than picking up his previous line of thought. “And many of them… Many of them, I hope would not come true. But I would have endured any of them— all of them— to make sure you would.”

The smile that comes onto his face is sharp-toothed and inhuman and irrepressible.

“But I didn’t even need to. You are your own force of nature, aren’t you, Carlos?”

Just like Cecil is. They are meant to be.

[cypher-is-sane]

(It was dark out again. Eilir didn’t know what time it was. They were just glad no one was here. They sat with a pile of papers surrounding them. The memories… were they really their memories? Did that… did that really happen? How many more promises are they going to break? Are they just… will they just stand around as another gets killed? Why does Cypher love them? What did they do to deserve that? He shouldn’t love them. They don’t deserve it. They knew they had failed before so many times and that they were bound to fail so many more. They had hurt so many people in the process. They had broken so many promises. Why has the universe spared them? Why were they here? They don’t deserve this. Why is the universe always this cruel? Now here they are again being glad that Jon has to take on the hurt and pain and suffering instead of them. They. Don’t. Deserve. It. They sat there sobbing violently, their nails digging deep into their skin and among old and new scars, not caring what forces were watching them this time. It was futile to hide. They only draw entertainment from Eilir’s pain, they know this far too well. They’ve lost the motivation to care. Their only purpose has ever been organising the Archives, it’s why they came back. If they can do that, then maybe, just maybe, they’ll be more than a monster deserving only of punishment. No amount of apologising can fix what they’d done. They still sat there, the air glitching, as the torrent of memories played again and again)

Cypher was drawn into the archives by the flashes of light coming from the window while he was on his walk. His eyes lit up at the prospect of chaos. He needed it back. Whatever forces were controlling him now were hungry.

He slipped into the Archives, walking casually past confused staff who were unsure why he was here. He crept silently into the room Eilir was in, stopped, and stared.

He was silent for a while, watching. He found he couldn’t move just yet to comfort his partner.

When he did get his legs to work, he silently went over to them, his rough hands pulling their nails away from their skin. He didn’t ask what was wrong; they Knew he’d listen. He held their hands in his in the meantime, trailing his thumbs over the backs of their hands comfortingly. He’d help clean the new cuts later.

[dietpepzi]

there's   probably   already   a   plot   for   this   but   i   cba   to   find   it   and   also   i'm   just   typing   what   i   want   but   famous   muse   x   their   non   famous   bff   .   they   love   each   other   a   lot   bc   duh   ,   they're   together   a   lot   ,   people   think   they're   together   and   ship   them   .   maybe   they   do   like   each   other   ,   maybe   they   don't   ?   maybe   non   famous   muse   has   a   significant   other   and   things   get   complicated   bc   fans   are   like   actively   admitting   their   disdain   for   the   s/o   .   maybe   famous   muse   gets   a   s/o   and   non   famous   bff   is   like   …   oh   and   starts   feeling   some   type   of   way   ncvbnxcm   idk   but   i   want   it   .

[stuck-in-the-box]

I don't think you guys understand how terrified I am about Tinky re-Homeless Man-ing me. The last time I became the Homeless Man, it was because I looked into the Box for the first time. The only problem is that I effectively "live" in the Box now, so I don't think just looking at it would be as..."impactful" I guess...

...what the hell is he gonna do to me..?

[marrows-field-guide]

WHO'S THAT POKEMON???

So I finally have service that's letting me upload pics lol THIS is the pic that my contact sent me of the lil blind girly I'm taking in don't get me wrong, it's an adorable pic

but I really don't understand all this cloak and dagger around what specifically she is... is it because they aren't fully sure???

if she is what I think she is then she looks really close to standard here, or at most shiny?

but shiny doesn't quite fit that coloring... hmmmmmm

ANYWAYS i love that the Chorizo is so much more in focus than the actual subject of the photo even the cam is in agreement with the 'mon as to what is the most important part of this situation

{{ref pic}}