#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?

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

✨RP Storylines ✨

For all the ones (I remember) that are both finished and unfinished with some paused Adamsapple rps.

✨ Finished ✨

- Terminator Au

- Steve At The Hotel

- Mother Of Sin

- God Adam Au Part One

- Adam The Radio Demon

- Moth Adam Au

- Vampire Adam

- Dark Lucifer Vampire

- Gladiator Au

- The First Man

- Switch Au

- Obedience Au

- Serial Killer x FBI Agent

- Phantom of the Opera

- Alternative Prison Au

- Devil Nun x Priest Au

- Tangled Au

- Aladdin Au

- Alternative Snow White Au

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 1

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 2

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 3

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 4

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 5

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 6

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 7

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 8

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 9

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 10

- Queen Adam Morningstar: Part 11

- Bimbo Adam Au: Eden

- Ancient Prince Au

- Firefighter Au

- Adams First Halloween

- Adams First Sinsmas

- Snow Covered Love

- Chaggie Au

- Cancer Au

- Prostitute Adam x Mafia Leader Lucifer

- Norman Bates Au

- Memory Loss Au

- How The Devil Stole Christmas

- Experiment x Scientist Au

- Hobbit Au

- Mafia Daycare Au

- Adam Sin of Wrath

- Hell Nanny Au

- Oblivious Luicfer

- Body Swap Au

- F is for Family

- Adam The Last Unicorn

- Leathery Love

- Separation Trial

- Dexter Au

- Hanahki Disease Au

- Lilo and Stitch Au Christmas Edition

✍️ Work In Progress ✍️

- Monster Under The Bed

- God Adam: Part 2

- Queen Bee Adam

⏸️ Paused ⏸️

- Actor Au

- Deaf Adam x Mute Lucifer Au

- Drag Queen Adam Au

- Big Bang Theory Au

- Boxer Au

- Warlord Au

- Demonic Future Au

- Esther Au

- Eden Lucifer

- Online Prison Affair

- In Your Head

- Devil Lucifer x Ghost Hunter Adam

- DHORKS Captured The Devil

❄️ Adamsapple Advent ❄️

- Scarf

- Breath

- Chocolate

- Body Worship

- Decoration & Size Difference

- Shopping & Possessive

🎃 Adamsapple Harvest 🎃

- Pumpkins

- Apple Picking

- Coffee Date

- Sweaters & Falling Leaves

- Bonfire & Candy

- Scary Movies

- Haunted House

- Rainy Day

- Full Moon

- Thigh Fucking

- Temperature Play

- Biting

- Feeding Kink

- Urban Legends

- Spell Books

- Possession

- Master/Pet, Lingerie & Leather and Breeding

- Nipple Play

- Horns and Tails

- Halloween Party

- Devil's Night

- Halloween Wedding

[truestverdicts]

( @dr-viktor-talis )

Viktor was working in the lab when he heard talking outside,Caitlyn was speaking with jayce and Heimerdinger? About what? Why? He couldn't hear everything,but it didn't sound like normal Council stuff, especially since Heimerdinger wasn't part of the Council anymore....right?

(Sorry if long, I wasn't sure how to do it 😅)

The conversation outside carried on for quite some time..Til then, he was left with muffled words.

When it fell quiet, there was some agonizing silence that felt too suffocating before the doors opened. Jayce walked through—

Clean faced, shaved, shiny, and amazing man of progress Jayce. He looked at Viktor, eyes softening for a moment as he walked towards his partner.

"Hey, Vik." He hummed, looking over the other's shoulder to see what he was working on, "Hope we didn't disturb you too much."

[soren-gravestone-baltimore]

What does love feel like?

[johnny-mf-storm]

Twenty-two minutes after he had received Johnny's last text, Peter was suited up and swinging towards the Baxter Building, the futuristic skyscraper dominating the skyline in the afternoon sun.

Pete scaled the side of the building, hoping over the last railing with a sigh of relief. He was getting too old to scale these things on such short notice.

"Hey, Johnny!" he called out, looking for the flamehead on the rooftop. "Made it! Where you at?"

- @peterbsideparker

Johnny is sitting on top of the observatory in casual clothes, well, as casual you can get when you have to fireproof everything. He's wearing a modified oversized shirt and jeans.

He clears his throat and smiles wearily down at Peter. "Up here, Pete..." He mutters, his voice wavering as he jumps down.

[the-silver-circle]

Some screenshots from this evenings event! Therandra Starsworn became the Elder of the Moon for Silver Circle! Sylvaelis has an eye for fantastic shots!

[fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency]

[Ring ring ring!~ Incoming video call]

Hello?

[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?

[barisolsdaughter]

> [INITIALIZING — BLACK BOX TYPE H] > open C:/users/M██N████ESS/Program Files/spectate.exe > [EXECUTING FILE...] > [WHO DO YOU WISH TO SPECTATE?] > spectate Levia Barisol > [NOW SPECTATING — LEVIA BARISOL]

[—~—]

> [INITIALIZING — BLACK BOX TYPE L] > open C:/users/L/images/L███/robot.png > [EXECUTING FILE...]

[—~—]

"That robot... She called it TALOS, didn't she?"

"...I have no idea where it could be now."

"...I don't... I don't want to know it, either."

[—~—]

A person in a red coat places a green-haired woman in a wheelchair.

Their journey, being on foot, would take a few days.

Their destination? A desolate lab, in the middle of a destroyed landscape.

[—~—]

[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....

[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.

[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

[truestverdicts]

> @caitlyn-asks

Sometimes, lines we drawn and scribbled away. It was the life of a scientist.

Jayce Talis and Cecil B Heimerdinger- both brilliant scholars and engineers, made their way to Talis' lab- the Hextech Lab. It was more so, Heimerdinger shuffled quickly and Jayce slowed down to meet his steps, but still. They made way. Heimerdinger was going on about something and Jayce was only half listening, it was interesting, but the worry pooled in his stomach. What has happened to Caitlyn? Is she okay? When was she promoted?? She didn't say anything.

Jayce waits for a pause in Heimerdinger's rant before interjecting, "Professor," he starts, "Have you heard from the Kirammans recently?"

"Well!" the yordle chuckles, "Asides from chit chats with our councilor Kiramman every now and then, no! But it's hard to not hear of them. what do you need to know, my boy?"

Jayce inhales sharply, "well— Caitlyn— you know her, right..? We're meeting with her."

"The young prodigy to the Kiramman house, yes!"

"She's been.. promoted, to Commander, recently, I think." he lets go of the breath he was holding. How is Heimerdinger always so enthusiastic and joyous. Ugh.

Heimerdinger cheers, ushering Jayce to the direction of the lab, "Wonderful! Good for her."

The words and questions die in the Man-Of-Progress' throat before they're in front of the lab. A sigh, he looks around to see if Caitlyn is coming. Viktor is probably inside working, but just to be sure- he checks the door. Unlocked, yes, but peaking in, the sounds of work are there. So is Viktor, undisturbed. Which, if Cait was inside, he would be more rigid but.. he closes the door and lets his partner be.

Talis sighs, "Where is she..?"

[thegreatyin]

🎉 CAERU HAS BEGUN RAILWAY 🎉

it took. So Long to actually draw the card. jesus christ.

[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]