#rp: amongst the stars

[protector-utahime-miku]

heyyy ryuhoshi how are we feeling about the bin- uhhhhhh I mean the shirt. the shirt rui gave you

IT'S GOOD!!! FOR SOME REASON I SEEM A LOT MORE FLAT CHESTED WHEN I WEAR IT, BUT THAT'S... NICE????

[mythicamagic]

Here's a list of cute/sweet things Sylus has done in game btw, since apparently Booktok is mischaracterising him (spoilers below for main story, his 4 and 5 star cards and his combat events:)

Sylus...

Lets MC use his private jet

Cared for/tamed a horse

Cared for/tamed a dove

Sings Karaoke. Badly.

Spars with MC and gives her combat tips- not in an example of mansplaining because she ASKED why she couldn't land a hit so he helps

Sat with MC amongst a group of kids listening to a story - kept bantering/flirting so much with MC that they had to leave

Scared a duck by accident. Felt bad for it. Decided to usher it back to its pond when it looked lost

Fixed Mephisto's damaged wing

Dressed up in a fluffy jacket during an escape room (the fluffy jacket was meant for a character in the scenario called 'Birdman')

Gave MC the chance to cut all contact with him- no manipulation, no breadcrumb trail to lead her back to him. He gave her a clear out so he could disappear from her life if she wanted. MC refused his offer

Cooks for MC

Showed MC off to his business partners by letting her beat up a bodyguard

Tends to MCs wounds while there's a break in- only going to find the attacker once she's taken care of

Kills a man for shooting at MC

Sings Happy Birthday. Badly.

Wraps MC up in her scarf when she looks cold

Tells MC bedtime stories to lull her to sleep, accidentally turning her on.

Speaking of - engages in vampire RP just because she seems to find it hot

General cute things:

There's many other things but TLDR yes Sylus is not a 'green flag' and does questionable or cruel things in main story - but he IS a nuanced character. Sorting characters into strict red/green flag categories often robs them of nuance and thats how mischaracterisation happens. Basically just get to know Sylus before comparing him to a predator

[sardar106]

This is for anyone who wants to make/find any Sherbverse, Fable SMP, Bound SMP and Mer SMP roleplay accounts!

The characters who have more than one account will also be added

I will put the Sherbversions in their specific world too, but both but Midas and Charles will be only on the sherbverse list

The list will go alphabetically (hopefully)

Tell me if I missed any and if new ones are made!

Not that I’ve seen any, but I should have said this before. Do not, and I mean do not make an rp account of anyone who stated that they aren’t okay with them.

Sherbverse

Sherberts:

Ashril: pigeon-prince-or-something, run-run-roadrunner Ajax: ajax-lightning-zephyr, lighting-in-my-veins, thunder-twink Caine: the-better-coyote Cedar: cedars-potionshop EP-S110N56 (Epsilon): error-404-location-not-found Helix: hidden-amongst-the-dark, eyeblood-engineer Icarus: icarus-morningstar, icarixis-morningstar, icarus-m0rningstar, a-little-tragedy-arent-you, gilded-wings-and-golden-hearts Krithos: kritos-dawn Midas: colorful-shades-of-gray, quixis-midas, your-guardian-this-millennia, rainbow-decay Reo: armoured-fighter, cracked-armour, theyoungeststellam Ripley: navigating-spectral-seas Sherbert: elf-lad-says-things Sherwood: sleepy-pirate-person

Sherbverse misc:

Azalea: local-herb-lady Castrel: castrel-is-hunting Charles: charles-and-no-one-else Emma: emmie-ocie-golden Graeme: the-betterstellam Hayraen: hey-a-skyrate Helios: helios-event Lily: the-lil-lady Rae (Among Us): scientist-in-orbit Rayko: host-of-curses Rondael: rondael-richard Theia: flowers-by-a-different-name

Sherbverse AUs:

Band AU! Midas: under-rainbow-spotlights Band AU! Icarus: bird-song-shines, songbird-soars Corrupt! Icarus: wilted-feathers Decaying! Icarus: decayed-wings-of-gold Midas as new Quixis: rainbows-of-flashing-lights Icarus as young Quixis: lost-in-the-bright-lights Icarus raised by Fable: prince-of-the-gilded ^^^ + younger than Rae: im-prince-icarus Icarus raised by Ulysses: bird-underwater Icarus raised by moms: icarus-mindstar Icarus with wither sickness, wack, and decay: protector-of-decay

Fable SMP

Characters:

Aax: thebesttesttubeuncle, tiny-perseus Arisanna: the-librari Athena: athena-morningstar, small-athena, withering-alliums Caspian: caspian-solcrect Centross: centross-mistvale, baby-reaper Easton: easton-pine, professorpine Fenris: fenris-nightingal Haley: oracle-haley Icarus: icarus-morningstar, icarixis-morningstar, icarus-m0rningstar, a-little-tragedy-arent-you, gilded-wings-and-golden-hearts Jamie/Bruin: bruin-pine Momboo: momboo-pine, rain-and-rotting-flowers Oceana: ocean-bringer Rae: rae-m0rningstar, vessel-of-wonder, tiny-raemorningstar, rae-morningstar13, little-rae-morningstar13 Seven: that-one-robot-guy Ulesses: ulysses-themist Ven: reclusive-author, notafakeginger, wet-fox-artist

Gods and NPCs:

Alerion: little-space-major Cari: cari-morningcrest Casus: casus-luck, siren-of-luck Enderian: enderian-morningstar Epros: the-void-of-the-end Everett: everett-morningstar Fable: fable-creation, king-of-the-overworld Hope: hope-pup Isla: isla-morningstar Jerry: jericho-cree Kinaxus: protectorofenergy Malitae: x-malitae-x, god-of-expression Netherum: nethrum Oscar: oscarlittleguy Perix: perix-illusion Soul: goddess-of-souls Raemond: raemond-morningstar Terry: the-best-cree-brother Vaeh: thebestestnightingstar, loyalty-goddess-pt2 Vikesh: vikesh-moon Vorago: vorago-god-of-depths and also Fable pets cus why not: fable-pet-collective

Fable AUs:

Band AU! Aax: drum-olm ^^^ Arisanna: songs-of-the-allay ^^^ Athena: flame-sings ^^^ Caspian: cas-chord ^^^ Centross: song-reaper, soulstone-rockstar ^^^ Fable: creation-records ^^^ Fenris: singing-wolf ^^^ Icarus: bird-song-shine, songbird-soars ^^^ Isla: orchid-morningstars ^^^ Malitae: artist-on-the-stage ^^^ Rae: void-star-singer ^^^ Ven: wet-fox-artist Corrupt! Centross: the-violet-reaper ^^^ Fenris: vengful-danger-wolf ^^^ Icarus: wilted-feathers ^^^ Momboo: rain-and-rotting-flowers ^^^ Rae: mind-prince Decaying! Icarus: decayed-wings-of-gold Fable be good dad: guiding-gilded-light Icarus as young Quixis: lost-in-the-bright-lights Icarus raised by Fable: prince-of-the-gilded ^^^ + younger than Rae: im-prince-icarus Icarus raised by moms: icarus-mindstar Icarus raised by Ulysses: bird-underwater Icarus with wither sickness, wack, and decay: protector-of-decay Isla never leaving Fable: the-trapped-princess Rae if he took Enderian’s deal in s1: prince-of-the-court Rae raised by Enderian after Ic’s “death”: son-of-mind Rae raised by Fable after Ic’s “death”: never-his-son Skulked! Aax: decaying-test-tube Skulked! Ocie: polluted-ocean

Mer SMP

Faye: shark-biter Gyn: the-final-leviathan Krithos: kritos-dawn Raylen: raylan-dawn Theodore: theo-sealan, theosealan

SkyBound SMP

Armor: winged-warrior-1 Ashril: pigeon-prince-or-something, run-run-roadrunner Gavrien: fashionable-bird Marcel: cardinal-north Mojave: the-onewinged-artist Rune: engineer-lad Sylph: zip-zap-sylph Vast: ranger-of-the-sky, the-remaining-cadere13

Bound misc:

Jade: littlebirbie Jasper: stringtheif

Bound AUs:

Pokemon AU! Vast: ranger-of-the-sky

ohhkay. this took a lot of brain cells /pos and as stated in the beginning, tell me of other accounts!

I thought I’d add this here too; make sure to use #roleplay on every post/reblog and #sherbverse roleplay and #fable smp roleplay when roleplaying either!

also! I have made a google docs with the same exact list, but with the links of each account intro if you press the username

link!

[highfiveheroes]

ALRIGHT FRIENDS I DID IT

Bringing back structured RP :)

WELCOME TO THE WURST!

Your successful missions saving a galaxy that perhaps didn't even know they were getting saved, and perhaps they still don't. Or perhaps each and every malton unit, they are getting saved in impossible, countless, myriad ways that we will never know or see. But the point is this, adventure awaits out amongst the stars.

And we're recruiting! Come join our RP server. Most canon characters are available and we have options for OC's as well!

[chthonicgodling]

(the next) ✨Elysium Drama Update!

starring! Tory! Maci!… NOT Loki :(((( and cameos by: Gany, Cinthy, Neo, Vali, Nari, Eisa, Einmyria…. aaaand one of EeL’s fucking CLONE PROJECTIONS 🙄

[you are: one • here • three • four • five • six • seven • eight • nine • ten • eleven • twelve • thirteen • fourteen (the end!) ]

• yeah buckle up this Elysium’verse Canon Storyline of TaKi Fuego RP events is all I’ll be drawing and posting for the foreseeable future rn🥰 okay❤️ yay❤️

• To recap prev— in a moment of TYPICAL CHARACTERISTIC WEAKNESS PANIC, EeL (carrying their baby!) has broken all his promises to pseudo-partners Maci & Tory and has just FULLY bolted on them. Where did he go?!?! Will he come back?!! Has anyone even noticed ‘cause he’s been hiding WITH TORY AND MACI for months anyway?? As a bridge between longform comics, here’s some Canon Convo glimpses of Tory’s quick and secret search-party!

• …. aka a moment for me to cameo some other palace residents, primarily lol .. but ending wIth OOPS— one half of the big secret is finally out! At least they don’t know yet who the other parent is!! & At least the kids can rule out Tory, since the last time Tory and Loki had a baby the palace had erupted in chaos so cross him off the list right………HAHA.,, NERVOUS LAUGHTER…..

• Okay I’m cutting these Convos to pieces bc tragically I physically cannot draw everything I desperately want to and I do want to draw EVERYTHING but these will have to do. The biggest loss is the reveal that some of the LokiKids suspected this was what was going on and Vali and Nari have now lost a bet to their older brother Fjöer, who bet “armfuls of coins” that EeL was pregnant this whole time rip lmao. (Tory’s baffled response, cut for time here— “What the fuck does Fjöer need money for??”)

✨Once again special thanks to Elysium’s better half , tumblr hiatus’d @fenixethekid - piloting Tory & responsible for all his spectacular dialogue (AND HIS AWFUL POKER FACE AMONGST THE CHILDREN OF THE GOD OF LIES OOPS OOPS), here and that which is yet to still come 🥹 everyone on here who’s not Tory is mine, actually, lol, and all bubbles except for his :-) that’s easy!

WELL LOKI GOD OF CHAOS HAS MACI AND TORY IN A STATE OF INCREASING PANIC-CHAOS FOR SURE AAHHH— stay tuned for the next Update! it will probably be another long comic so bear with me ahahhh…. mwah

[musical-chan]

You Make Sure I Always See The Daylight

A Legend of Zelda AU gift fic for @lunarisdeus

(Lunaris Deus, I hope you enjoy this fic! I tried very hard to write a Fierce Deity that is like yours. It's not meant to be canon to your RP experiences or anything but I tried my hardest to make the characters like something that would fit into your personal AU. From one FD enjoyer to another, it was a pleasure and an honour to write him for you.)

This is but a fragment of what the Fierce Deity can be, a moment in time amongst many. For a being older than the stars and born of the void, there are many possibilities to be seen.

Link was conflicted. 

For as long as he'd been the Hero of Time, he had known that it was his duty, his calling, to help people. He had used whatever he could to do that, any item or magical ability he could obtain. The Master Sword, the spells from the Great Fairies, the masks. The ocarina. He used them and he learned to fight and he had saved everyone twice before he was even twelve years old, then he wandered into the wilds of Hyrule to save people some more. 

He turned the Fierce Deity mask over and over in his long fingers.

He was older now, more than twice as old as he was back then.  He had used the mask as a child and had enjoyed the power and abilities it gave him.  But as he got older, more wary, something about it had given him pause.  It made him uncomfortable with the vague whispers and feelings he sensed while wearing it and so he had packed it away, put it somewhere safe, decided to fight on his own and be the hero he should be. 

The voice had whispered to him regardless.

Now he held the mask again, cradled it in his long fingers much the way he had with the ocarina of time. It whispered, sang, murmured of the battles they could fight and the foes they would defeat together. He closed his eyes, clenched the wood tightly in his hands and tried not to remember the feeling of being tall and strong and powerful. Of commanding the power of the Goddesses.  Of enemies fleeing before him at a mere glance. 

He couldn't stop himself from those thoughts. 

He didn't want to. 

Link stood suddenly, kicking at the chest he had dug up, and shoved the mask into his bag without a second thought. He was no longer a child. He could handle the power, the vague sense of ancient hunger that lingered around the mask.  In some ways, the hunger matched his own.  He would use it and help people and it would be fine. Because he was the Hero and that's what heroes did. 

**********

The whispers were louder with every use of the mask. Before, they had never sounded much like words but rather the gentle susurrus of voices in the wind or the sound that speaks your name the moment before you fall asleep.  Now, he could hear words, a bit of praise for a well done strike or a disappointed mutter when he failed to get a killing blow. Before he had used the power all on his own but he could swear it was trying to guide him now, to help him become better than he was.

He listened to it. 

And those moments when he was a god, when he held the Goddesses' power in his hands, were when he felt the most alive. He could protect Hyrule like this. He could be the hero he had been with Ganondorf, though no one alive but him remembered that it ever happened.  He could be strong and powerful. He didn't need the Master Sword anymore!

Zelda was worried about him but he didn't think much of her opinions these days anyway. She had sent him back in time, to him losing Navi and falling into Termina and the only one who actually got their childhood back was her. He tried to tell her about the mask many years ago and she didn't listen.  Maybe she thought it was a toy, a bit of imagination. Maybe she didn't understand the concept of a devouring hunger in an ancient power that he pulled over himself like a shield against the world. Maybe he hadn't understood it either but they were children. How could they? And now, now that he was using it again and people were talking? Now she was interested. Now she wanted to know.

"Zelda, why do you care what I use to defend the Kingdom?"  It had been months since he dug it back up, since he began using it again. Only now did the princess summon him to the castle, a call he had been trying to avoid but could no longer do so.

"I've seen reports, Link. About some terrifying, white-eyed man decimating moblins and camps of bandits."

"Well gee Zelda, that doesn't sound at all like me. Why do you assume it's me?" 

"You told me about the mask, when we were kids." 

Ah, so she had been paying attention after all. Link was stoney-faced as he stared at the woman. She waited, hoping he would have more to add but when the silence stretched on into the realm of the uncomfortable, Zelda continued, her lips pursed in agitation. 

"Why are you using something so dangerous?" 

"It's not dangerous."

"Link, it's an unknown item that apparently has the power of some dark god inside it." 

"It's the power of the Goddesses." 

"And who told you that? How can you know?"  The man was mute once again and Zelda pinched the bridge of her nose.  "May I see it?" 

He wanted to say no. He didn't want the mask out of his possession for one moment but he knew she would grow more suspicious if he clung to it too tightly, was too jealous.  So he handed it to her, as casually as he could, and watched with careful eyes as she turned it over in her hands.

"There is so much power in this, Link.  It feels…"

"I am not ignorant of the power in things, Princess."  His voice was cooly formal, indifferent and yet annoyed that she thought he went into this unknowing.  Of course he knew.  He was the Hero of Time, wasn't he?  "I choose to use it.  I control it."

Didn't he?

"I'm not sure it's a good idea, that's all.  What if it takes over? What if you lose control of it?"

"Then you'll just have to kill me, won't you?"  He said it so casually, laughter in his voice; the most ridiculous idea to ever be thought, wasn't it? Of course he wouldn't lose control.  Of course she wouldn't have to kill him.  None of those things would ever happen.

With nervous laughter, Zelda handed the mask back to the blond-haired man and he casually, specifically with no hurry at all, put it back in his bags with everything else he had collected over the years.  He carried all his things upon him, as he didn't have much and never needed a lot to begin with.  It was enough and the mask made it easier.  For a moment, he just stood, waiting for her to dismiss him but the princess said nothing, staring at him with wide, watery eyes.

"Link…what happened?  Why is it like this between us?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"When we were children, you would come to me.  I gave you…I gave you the ocarina to help you along your way but when you returned later you were different.  What happened?  You could have stayed here, in Castle Town.  Or wherever. You could have stayed but you kept leaving.  Why?"

He couldn't think of a way to answer without baring his heart, his entire existence before her.  He had worked so hard to save her from Ganondorf. He had done every temple and killed every boss and had fought atop the tallest tower to free her from her crystal prison.  Of course, she hadn't been trapped the entire time, had she? She had been Sheik, enigmatic and helpful, the mysterious man that had given him all those songs and guided Link on the right path.  Even that had been a lie though.  Sheik had been Zelda and then he had saved her and she…

She threw him away.

Sent him back to a childhood he no longer fit into.  Pushed him away from the victory he had fought so hard to obtain.  Forced to deal with her younger self and try to save them all from Ganondorf anyway.

That's what had happened to them.  She had cast him off and wondered why he couldn't stand to be around her once his duty to the kingdom was done.  He knew that this girl, this woman, was not the one who had done that but he couldn't forget it.

"Nothing, Zelda. We grew up.  That's all."  And he turned to go, not waiting for her to dismiss him, not wanting to see the look on her face.  He turned and he walked away and no one stopped him as he left the castle, maybe for the last time or maybe not.  He didn't know.  He wasn't sure he would come back if she summoned him again.

That night, around a lonely fire in a quiet forest, he sighed, reconsidering what happened.  He had been so melancholy recently;  certainly he didn't want to alienate the princess.  Maybe he was just lonely; he had never had a chance to form any real connections in Hyrule after he came back from Termina. It had just felt awkward.  Why make friends and find a place to settle down if you're just going to get dragged away from it all over and over again?  Maybe he should have stayed in Termina instead.  Maybe he should have trusted that the three days would be over and he could have become friends with any of the people he had helped.  Maybe he should go back to Zelda and–

"My, you certainly are in a mood tonight."

Link jumped to his feet, startled by the voice.  He could see nothing, had heard no one walk up.  He had excellent hearing and was always ready when something came crunching through the dead leaves or the whispering grass.  He could always hear something and there was nothing. No one. Just a voice.  A voice that laughed suddenly, deep and powerful and somehow musical at the same time.

Goddesses, but he hadn't played music in such a long time.

But there was no one here! No one at all.  His reflexes and instincts were not that bad to completely miss something in the empty clearing and the voice had been so close. It sounded like it had been coming from…his bag.  Tentatively, he stepped towards it, reached out a hand slowly. Nothing spoke, nothing moved.  He reached down and flipped the bag open.  The mask stared at him from the depths, somehow in stark contrast despite the shadows.  The empty eyes gazed at him and he looked back.   It was still just a mask.  It didn't move, didn't speak. Just a mask.

"Certainly, you know that is not true."

Link jerked his gaze up.  Just beyond his firelight stood something, someone, a figure that was both brilliant and shadows all at the same time.  Was it solid?  Was it a ghost?  It was tall, taller than he, but Link could make out no detail.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? I'm armed!"

"Of course you are.  Though I believe you consider me part of that."  The figure stepped forward and Link took a single, shocked step back.  It was the face on the mask, given form, though perhaps not as solid as it could be.   White haired, white eyes, blue and red marks on his face.  The silver armor shone in the firelight, reflecting back into Link's eyes and he squinted.  It was his hat, his tunic, his face on the Deity and his mind tumbled into confused thoughts.  He had never seen the Fierce Deity face to face, had only ever been the god while fighting.  The size and power that was presented was awe inspiring and Link had a moment of bitter jealousy;  would that he could be like that, instead of just the Hero of Time.  Forgotten, unwanted, no longer needed now that the Kingdom was safe.

"How?"  Words failed Link momentarily as he stared up into the deity's eyes.  "How are you…"

"I can make myself known, when I wish."

"Bullshit."

"Such language for a Hero of Hyrule."

"If you could show yourself, why didn't you do it before!?"

"Ah, well, perhaps that is more complicated.  When you first obtained the mask, you were merely a child.  Perhaps it wasn't the right time.  And then you stowed me away so I continued to sit quietly in my prison until someone picked me up.  Turns out it was you once again.  You're quite a bit older than the last time."

The whispers, the feelings from wearing the mask. They all started to come together in Link's mind as he stared mutely at the tall man in front of him.  Slowly he reached down and pulled out the mask, looking between it and the deity.  The god grew more solid looking by the minute.  "Why are you here now?"

"It seemed like you could use the company."

"Company is the last thing I want or need."

"Ah, now, I don't believe that for a minute."

"What do you know? You're just a mask!"

The Fierce Deity laughed long and loud and Link's skin twitched with the sound, the power that rolled off the being in front of him.  He knew why the deity laughed.  He knew very well that the mask was more than just a mask, much more than any of the others he had gotten in Termina. Only Majora's mask had felt even remotely similar.  This was an ancient power, part Goddess divine and part something else.  He was honestly surprised Zelda hadn't been more worried about it when she held it in her hands.

"Ah, yes. Well, the Princess didn't have to know what I didn't want her to know."

"Will you stop that!?"

"Perhaps if you didn't think quite so loud, I wouldn't hear it so well."

With an annoyed sigh, Link dropped down onto the ground again, still holding the mask in his hands.  It shouldn't surprise him that the being he had worn so blithely could hear his every thought but it felt like an invasion of his privacy in a way that also felt very hypocritical.  After all, wasn't he the one invading the deity's privacy?  But he had never really thought of it as its own person before, had he?  Just a power that he could hold and use.  "Okay, so."

"Hmm?"  The Deity was laughing at him with his eyes, a startling occurrence.  Link had never considered what was in the blank whiteness before. Blank was exactly what they weren't.

"So, what are you? What should I call you?  Are…are you trapped? Should I get you out?"

"While admirable, you are completely unable to free me and nor should you try.  You may call me whatever you wish.  And you know what I am."

"Not particularly, no! Just…a god. A power."

"That's close enough to the truth for the rest not to matter."

"Okay, well.  Are you going to just hang around me like this forever now?  How solid are you?  Is it going to be weird when I have to wear the mask?"

"You worry too much, Link.  Nothing has changed except I have shown myself to you now."

"Great, well."  Suddenly Link was exhausted and he shoved the mask back into his bag, frowning into the fire.  "Right, I'm going to bed then."

"No more questions? No more indignant muttering?"

"Well I'm not getting rid of the mask so I guess there will be plenty of time for that later."  And with that, the Hero of Time turned over, facing away from the apparition, and closed his eyes, ears twitching with the night sounds around him.  He didn't know what happened to the Deity, never turned to check, but he supposed the god must have faded into invisibility once again and when his eyes finally closed, he knew nothing more until morning. 

**********

They became regular occurrences, the visits from the Fierce Deity. Sometimes around the fire, sometimes riding through a forest from one distant place to another. And still Link used the mask, killed bandits and monsters alike, doling out justice like it was his job. Maybe it was. He was the Hero after all.  The Deity no longer whispered to him but engaged in casual conversation mixed in with anecdotes of battles long past. It was fascinating…and useful.  He began to think of using the mask less as an item and more as a partnership. 

Link also began to look forward to his talks with Fierce, as he started to call him.  He still wasn't sure what to make of the god but at least he was companionship.  It was always a little unsettling being stared at by those eyes but sometimes he forgot as the two chatted around the fire at night.  He talked about his life, the heroing he had done as a child, the lack of belonging anywhere. Fierce spoke briefly of his role under the Goddesses, of being an instrument of divine justice for the universe. It was hard to tell but Link thought that perhaps the god was not entirely happy with the role he had been given. He understood that though; destiny had not been kind to the ten year old he had been back then. It felt like they had something in common and the hero felt a deeper companionship. Friendship almost. 

"What was it between you and Majora, anyway?" Link poked at the embers of the fire as he and Fierce sat together. The god seemed very solid at times like this. 

"Why does it matter?" 

"It doesn't. I was just a kid when it happened and was curious."

"I would not be able to explain in a way that makes sense to mortals. Perhaps it's best to say that the Goddesses wish him gone and it was my job to take care of that."

"Well, I guess we did manage to do that, right?" 

"To part of him, yes." 

Link stared into the flames, considering the words and what they might mean.  Fierce always did say incomprehensible things like that. He didn't doubt the god anymore but he also knew there were things that were never going to be explained. 

Days later, Link was walking to a town and thinking about the things Fierce almost, but not quite, told him. Someday he'd ask him for real what was going on, try to understand exactly what he was putting on his face to fight evil with.  Someday he wouldn't be afraid of the answers. Or be afraid of what the mask might be doing to him.  Someday… 

It was his own fault, he supposed. His fault that he wasn't paying attention, that his bag was on Epona's saddle, that he had stopped carrying his regular sword within easy reach. He didn't hear anyone approaching him or see them before it was too late to stop someone from grabbing him.

An immediate scuffle. Thrashing out at anyone he could reach, Link grabbed at an arm and swung the body it was attached to around as hard as he could. Gasps and shouts sounded loud in his ears and something hard slammed into his head. He staggered forward, lights flashing in front of his eyes as something cold and sharp punctured his side. He stumbled and hands reached for him again as he resisted the urge to curl around the bleeding wound.

Yes, he was injured and surrounded but it would take more than that to bring him down. 

With a wild yell, Link yanked out the dagger embedded in his side and slashed it at a masked man in front of him. Though his vision swam, he could make out dark clothes and hidden faces. They weren't monsters then and they didn't want him knowing who they were.  Perhaps a planned assault on him specifically.  He fought with the rage of an injured animal, spinning to attack another masked opponent. Another kicked him in the back of the knees and he bit back a cry of pain. A fist connected with his cheek and he dodged backwards to lessen the blow but the attacks were coming too close, too fast to avoid everything.  If he could just get to his things… Something large and solid slammed into his head from behind, a tree branch perhaps, and he fell forward, coughing out blood. Someone grabbed his hair and yanked him backwards and up, holding a blade to his neck as another person kicked his stolen dagger out of his hand. 

"If you know what's good for you, you'll stop struggling."

"Never have, really."  Twisting suddenly, Link slammed his head into his masked opponent.  He took a shallow slash to the back of his neck and quite a few strands of his hair were ripped out but it was good enough to duck out of the hands of the man holding him.  It didn't, unfortunately, keep him from being kicked in the wounded side from another attacker and he staggered again.  Outnumbered and surprised, this wasn't good news for him.  Where was his bag? Where was Epona?  The ringing in his ears from repeated hits to the head made it hard to hear and his vision was blurry as another set of hands grabbed hold of him, then spun him and threw him hard into a tree.

Rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand, Link stared outwards at the bandits or whatever they were attacking him.  How many were there?  He was having trouble focusing.  An arrow flew at him from a direction he couldn't place and embedded in his left shoulder; the strangled gurgle that escaped his lips was impossible to hold back.  He put his hand up to the shaft, blue eyes narrowed at his opponents.  Someone had Epona's reins and he could hear her neighing in panic.  They weren't going to hurt Epona, were they? Like hell he'd let them do that!  Yanking the arrow out of his shoulder with a cry of pain, he rushed towards the nearest masked opponent before they realised what he was doing.  He managed to slash it across their face, ripping a large rent into the fabric of the cloth mask and drawing blood on the man's skin, before taking a dagger in the back of his right shoulder from one of the others.  Then another thick tree branch slammed into him from the other side. Bleeding from several places now, he finally fell to his knees and did not get back up. If only had had his sword. If only he had the mask. 

If only… 

Someone stomped on his hand and he could hear something snap inside his skin as he screamed. His ears twitched as voices spoke above his head, someone yelling that they were not to kill, not to hurt him badly. Derisive laughter above his head mocked the first voice as a boot slammed into his head and he crashed into the ground, darkness engulfing him at last. 

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When Link came to, he was in a ruined shack somewhere.  The sounds of murmurs and the crackle of a fire told him where his attackers were but his face was pressed into the dirt and his arms were tied behind his back so he had no real way of confirming aside from the tiny patch of earth he could see.  His legs too were bound and he contemplated how much more thorough these bandits were compared to the Gerudo who captured him all those years ago.

He was not in good shape and he knew it.  His attackers hadn't really tried to heal him and even in this strange position he was in, he could tell he was woozy from blood loss.  His head ached and his left fingers were strangely numb.  Was there a fairy nearby that he could get to for healing?  He didn't know. He wasn't sure he'd make it that far.  Where was Epona? And his stuff?  He shuffled a little then groaned in pain. At least one of those hits did something not very nice to his ribs and it hurt to breathe in too much.  With a sigh that pushed a small cloud of dust into his face, he slumped and closed his eyes, wondering what their plans for him were.

"You're not looking too good."

Link's eyes opened and he saw Fierce's boots in front of him.  "I'm not good, thanks for asking."

The god's hands reached down and, feeling more solid than they had any right to do, gently moved Link onto his side.  He winced again as several of his injuries protested the move but it did at least feel better not laying on his nose.  "You need medical help."

"Yeah." Link laughed a little, then coughed painfully.  "Yeah, probably. Doubt they're going to get me a fairy or anything though.  I think they want me alive but not healthy enough to escape."

"Hmmm."

One of the men, no longer wearing a mask, walked by the door and stopped in front of it, peering in. Link closed his eyes quickly but no one called the alarm at the sight of the white-haired, over seven-foot tall god that was in the small building with him.  When he opened his eyes again, Fierce was sitting next to him and the man was gone.  "That was weird."

"Not many can see me.  Unless someone is wearing the Mask."

"I don't suppose you can knock them out or anything either, huh?"

"It would be difficult."

"Ah well, worth a shot."  The pair fell silent again and Link glanced out the door.  He thought he could see his bag out by the fire, next to one of his kidnappers.  If he strained his ears, he was sure he could hear Epona making annoyed noises so at least she was all right.  He wasn't even sure what they wanted from him.  For a moment, he just let himself slump wearily on the ground. There were dark reddish-brown patches where he had been laying just a moment before and he had a sinking suspicion it was his blood.  Had he been hurt too much?  Would the bandits know if he was bleeding out slowly?  His eyes drifted shut while he concentrated on breathing without pain for a few moments; it was not successful.

"Link."

"Mmmm?"

"You need help."

"Yeah."

"I'll be back to help you. Just be patient."

He muttered something that might have been yes but didn't open his eyes again.  As he lay on the ground, he could hear the men outside talking amongst themselves, complaining about the fight and arguing over what percentage of the fee they all deserved.  It almost felt like a dream as one of the men began arguing adamantly.

"Well, I think we deserve more than what we were promised after that fight!  He slashed my face up real good with that arrow! How'd he pull that out of his shoulder anyway!?  What the hell is he made of?"

"I dunno, but I'm not touchin' him until we absolutely have to."

A third voice laughed.  "If you'd brought more people like they suggested, it wouldn't have been that hard."

The second voice sounded petulant in response.  "It's one man!  Six should have been enough! The more we bring, the lower our share each!  Maybe he has something we could take.  Rupees or something."  There were sounds of rustling material and Link could imagine one of them pulling his bag over and opening it.  A sluggish part of his brain wondered if that was a good idea.  He had things in there he didn't want people to find.  Important things.  Powerful things.

"Hey, we're not supposed to be manhandling his things."  The third voice sounded worried.  "Did you guys not listen at all to what they said?"

"Pfffft, what they don't know won't hurt them."  There were more sounds; the faint rustling of the bag being moved, the clink of items being knocked into each other.  "Wow, this thing is bigger than it looks.  Hmm, some weird hook thing, a strange glass item.  Man, this weirdo really likes his masks though.  There's several."

"Look, just put the stuff down and leave it be, man."

"No way!  Hey, look at this mask! It's like some creepy guy with marks on his face!"

Link's eyes snapped open and he immediately regretted it.  His vision swam and he had to push down the immediate urge to throw up.  The mask.  They had found the mask.  They couldn't…

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Calm down, it's just a mask.  It's not even scary looking.  Look!  I'm a scary hero-man and I'm going to–AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGG!"

Link tried his hardest to push himself up, to fight the waves of dizziness and nausea that ate at him.  They had gotten the mask.  They were going to– No, he couldn't let them get that!  It was dangerous! No one else could be allowed to wear it!

It was too late.  Link managed to push himself to his knees, swaying ominously as he did so.  The sounds outside his ruined prison were not good.  He caught flashes of something white and deadly going by the empty doorway, heard screams of agony, the hum of a large sword as it swung through the air quite near the building he was in.  There was a loud thud and the building shook dangerously.  It wasn't long before silence settled around him again, the only sound that of the fire crackling merrily outside.

He swayed slightly, realising there was still a sluggish trickle of blood leaking from his side.  Groaning, he started to tip forward again when a strong pair of hands grabbed him. He hadn't even noticed anyone come inside.

"We need to find you some assistance.  I would give you the Mask to put on again but I think it will be more useful for me to carry you."

Link looked up into the white eyes of Fierce, his vision going in and out as he did.  He…felt very solid. More solid than he had before.  If he squint, could he see the mask?  No, it looked like the god except…  "Why are you so…"  The words slurred in his mouth and he leaned forward into Fierce, eyes closing.

"The man put the Mask on.  Not very smart, honestly.  No one will mourn his loss."

"Whadda ya–"

"Shush, I will find the nearest fairy fountain and you will be fine."  The strong arms of the god scooped up the battered hero easily and carried him outside.  Link considered the notion of him being fine and found it was probably true.  For now anyway.  He murmured something and leaned up against the armor, not even carrying that the metal was not in any way comfortable.  It was at least vaguely cool and it felt good against his aching head.

"Sorry…couldn't fight better."

"You did well.  With me to help you, you will do even better."

"Thanks."  With a sigh, the Hero of Time closed his eyes and let the strange being carry him away into the night.  He'd have to ask about the solidity thing later but for now…for now he would rest and let himself be tended to.  As the two moved through the forest, he slept knowing, at least this time, he would wake up to see another day.

The god moved easily in this new vessel, holding the one he had shared a fragment of himself with. Link would perhaps not agree with his methods of gaining a body but it mattered little. He was able to save the man who already meant so much to him.  No one would hurt the Hero of Time while he was here to keep an eye on him. 

After all, he was the Fierce Deity. And should anyone cross him, they would find out exactly what that meant.

[blizzardstarx]

Gingerheart/star of (AU) ThunderClan! @castiels-destiny

A fiery blaze will unite the clans,

A messenger of StarClan brings new hope.

Fun fact her name was Gingersnap for some reason and until someone pointed out that it was a type of cookies 😭😭😭 (i sort of registered it in my brain when i made it that name but i didnt remember what exactly were they)

Anyways her backstory is based off a bunch of roleplays i did, Gingerkit was born to Sandbreeze (originally it was Sandstorm I think, but i changed it to not cause confusion with the other TC Sandstorm) and had two other littermates, Tigerkit, Songkit, and Whitekit. (all were played by diff people, idk if those were their original names)

One night, a rogue named Shade came into ThunderClan camp and started to kidnap (kitnap?) them one by one, Songkit, then Whitekit, who managed to escape, and then one day when Tigerkit and Gingerkit were together, the rogue grabbed her by the scruff. However, Gingerkit managed to get her claws on his face and he let go, dropping her. She scrambled to tell her mother, but she didn't believe her, and the rogue got away.

Sandbreeze then realized that Songkit was missing, and a patrol had found her dead body, drowned in a river. And after all her remaining kits told her about the same rogue, she finally believed them.

When it was time for her to become an apprentice, Gingerkit wanted to be a medicine cat apprentice because she would constantly hang around the medicine den and learn about herbs, as well as having dreams from StarClan, of the prophecy (at the top). She was told she couldn't because there were too many, Featherleg and Bluepaw were already the medicine cats. (Also Featherleg recieved that prophecy during Dappledfur/star’s leadership ceremony)

She was apprenticed to Honeyfur, and after a moon, the medicine cats had gone missing. (i have no clue where they went in the rp, they just disappeared and came back a long time after) Dappledstar decided that instead of borrowing a medicine cat from another clan, she would appoint Gingerpaw as a new medicine cat. A few moons later, the medicine cats returned, and Gingerpaw was made a warrior apprentice one more. Her littermates became warriors faster than her, due to the lost time. A few moons after she became warrior, she would have an apprentice.

During gatherings, she would make friends with all sorts of cats from other clans, and disliked the fighting between the clans. After a particularly harsh leaf-bare and during a famine, Gingerheart had another dream, of a StarClan cat telling her of the prophecy again, and Gingerheart realized the need of a messenger, someone that could be fast and provide resources like herbs to the other clans. When a medicine cat wasn't fast enough. She was the messenger of StarClan, and she must unite the clans.

She told Dappledstar and Cloudripple (the deputy) about this idea, and they agreed. She did have experience with herbs, and she was fast. Gingerheart would also resolve conflicts with other clans as well, and at the next gathering, they announced this new role named ambassador. (the mediator role was created after i created the ambassador role...)

She would travel amongst the clans and do her job, until one day she was hunting a squirrel. Gingerheart caught the squirrel, landing in the middle of a thunderpath, her left leg outstretched, when suddenly she noticed a monster driving towards her. She tried to scramble away, but it was too late, crushing her left front leg and damaging it out of repair.

Gingerheart had to spend many moons resting in the medicine den, but she didn't give up, exercising and learning to overcome her disability, wanting to return to her role as she knew cats needed her help.

She eventually does, and during one trip, she discovered some loners living in barn. Gingerheart meets a loner named Eclipse and her family, noticing how they treated her badly, belittling her and making her an outcast. (they’re canonically homophobic)

She would stay there for a few days because of a storm, and they were friendly and welcoming to her. Gingerheart also falls in love with Eclipse during her stay. Gingerheart tells them of clan life, and Eclipse is interested, wanting to leave her family, who protest. Eclipse tells Gingerheart that she had weird dreams of a fiery cat saving her, and she would rescue Eclipse from her family, adventuring back to ThunderClan.

They get attacked by a fox, and they fight it off, but they get injured. Gingerheart knew that they were close to ThunderClan camp, so she carried Eclipse on her back, fighting through her injuries, despite Eclipse’s protests. They get to the camp, and Gingerheart collapses, waking up later in the medicine cat den to Blueflower scolding her, as well as Eclipse and her littermates looking at her with concern.

After she heals from her injuries, she tells Dappledstar about Eclipse’s wishes, and she makes her a warrior, despite some cats protesting. Eclipse and Gingerheart become mates.

After a few moons, a threat comes to the clans as cats start to die and get sick mysteriously. Gingerheart recieves a sign from StarClan of deathberries sitting in the center of a five pointed leaf and shows it to Blueflower, who interprets it as something poisoning the clans. The clans argue with each other, accusing each other of poisoning their prey, leading to a fight at the gathering. Gingerheart and other warriors try to get them to stop, but they continue, until StarClan clouds the moon, bringing rain and thunder as lightning strikes one of the trees, ending the gathering.

Gingerheart eventually figures out it was the Twolegs poisoning the prey and polluting the water, leading to the sickness and deaths. However, the clans were in a war, and she had to get the help of her friends from the other clans, convincing them and showing them her evidence, and them convincing their leaders.

Cloudripple becomes leader after Dappledstar loses her last life during one of the battles. He offers Gingerheart the role of deputy, but she refuses. Seasons pass, and she’s offered it multiple times as deputies change, until finally, she gives in, becoming deputy but also still being ambassador.

Seasons pass, diseases, threats, rogues try to take down the clans but they stay strong. Cloudstar passes, and Gingerheart becomes the new leader of ThunderClan.

One day, Eclipse and Gingerstar recieve a message from StarClan.

Go back to the forest, and follow the northern warrior in the sky. Find the three lost clans and dispell the darkness plaguing them before it spreads to the lake.

The prophecy is about StormClan, StoneClan, and SunClan of course, and they have to travel back to the forest territory and north of it to find the three clans. They must follow the North Star Polaris and fight the group of rogues naming themselves DarkClan who are killing the clan cats.

okay holy shit that was long asf

heres old art of Gingerstar and also Eclipse

[lovesosweeet]

KNOW IT ALL x THE BAND CAMINO

part 1

a calum hood songfic

Tillie Beckett isn’t known for sticking around, and maybe that’s why touring had come so naturally to her, even as an amateur when she first began as an opener for 5 Seconds of Summer a few years ago… hopping from city to city, bed to bed, hookup to hookup. She broke hearts and left messes behind. And she didn’t care about it all, too wrapped up in whatever whirlwind she found herself in next.

The habits became religion as she propelled to stardom. Her music — angsty, energetic, unapologetic, and unpolished — took the charts by storm following her self-titled album’s debut. Her words were raw and honest, and they resonated with her audience, with upbeat and electric sounds that even the grouchiest and grumpiest of listeners couldn’t help but nod along to. It was the perfect mix of relatable and catchy, and that’s what made her the perfect opener for 5SOS.

Ashton had found Tillie’s videos on Instagram, where she often teased her emotional and early versions of songs she was writing. Her raspy voice caught his attention quickly, and he became a follower very early on, before she’d gone viral… which, she has done several times now. When 5SOS was prepping their latest tour, he threw Tillie’s name out as his top choice as an opener, and the rest of the band quickly supported it after they watched her cover of their very own, very old song “Lost Boy” and put a fresh spin on it. It was a song that the band themselves had honestly forgotten about that she gave an entirely new life. They were hooked and called her just hours after Ashton’s initial suggestion to offer her the spot.

Her friendship with the Australian quartet was forged in what, at the time, seemed to be an unbreakable bond. She was invited to dinner at Luke’s house to review the plans, the money, and all the other logistics of the tour, but the nitty gritty was long forgotten as the five of them stayed up until the sun rose the next day, just talking, jamming, drinking, and smoking the stars out of the sky.

She and Calum weren’t instant friends, at least, not the way she was with Michael. Tillie and Michael had bonded instantly over being gamers with an affinity for ever changing hair colors. He could also dress in her wardrobe and no one would’ve been able to guess that they weren’t his clothes, that is, if her clothes were big enough to fit the 6-foot-something Australian giant, since she was a mere 5 feet tall.

But, her friendship with Michael isn’t what landed her on the cover of tabloids.

No, the pictures of hers and Calum’s necks covered in matching bruises were what landed on the homepages of gossip websites. The videos of her and Calum whispering in what they thought were private corners of dive bars spread like wildfire amongst their somewhat overlapping fan bases. Them stumbling down the cobblestoned sidewalks of Montreal, hand in hand, for an impromptu “bachelor party” for Michael littered their tagged photos on Instagram for weeks.

It was a pair nobody expected but nobody questioned. It wasn’t predictable but it made sense.

At least, it did to Calum.

part 2

my masterlist! :)

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A/N: hi i’m actually quite stoked about this one?!?!! sorry to anyone who wanted a self insert i personally feel more comfy in the OC x RP world and that technically won my poll! feels easier to separate as fiction/“characters” :)

[rp-partnerfinder]

Hello! I'm at 20 year old roleplayer looking for 18+ roleplay partners. I go by they/sie pronouns (and occasionally she/her), and have a wide variety of interests. I roleplay mainly WLW/fxf and I 100% prefer oc x oc. I have trouble playing canon characters and honestly I like ocs lol.

I am, admittedly looking mainly for a lowkey roleplay partner. I have some major health issues so don't always feel up for a fullblown rp. I'm looking for partners that are open to OOC chatting, being friends, world building, and having multiple characters/a wider story for us to talk about. (Honestly this feels more like an ad for a friendship lol)

I have a lot interests and generally like to tale my own spin on canon/make my own universes.

General things I'm interested in roleplaying:

- Dystopian

- Hunger games

- Bridgerton/Regency Era Stories

- Dragonriders/dragonriders of pern

- Werewolves/Supernatural worlds

- omegaverse (honestly I find it fun to mix omegaverse into other things as well. Omegaverse Dystopia my beloved)

- I am fine with darker/taboo themes and I'm MORE than happy to hear any ideas you have regarding mixing those into a genre we both enjoy. I am fine with pwp every once and a while, but I do want rps with plot mixed in too. I generally prefer discussing limits on taboo/darker themes privately, but I am (again) very open to ideas and hearing your thoughts :) (however regarding pwp, I would prefer a partner who plays more dominant aligned characters.)

I'm totally open to other genres/fandoms as well (I love star trek but have never rped it) and honestly would adore making a world with someone.

I try to be flexible regarding writing styles (I have some grammar/spelling issues due to eyesight) but I aim for atleast 2-3 paragraphs per response (usually more if I can swing it haha.)

Time wise I'm in the process of college and a job, and have multiple health issues. So I totally understand my partner being busy and ask for same grace.

If you ARE interested please like the post! I use discord and will contact you through my tumblr and we can go from there. My go to is to make a mini server for us to rp and chat on, that way when we do rp it isn't lost amongst us chatting. - 🐜

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[papetoonfox]

This is an incredible piece that @guardian-rocket had drew for me back in 2016. I used to have quite an active Fox McCloud Tumblr, and during that time it was incredible (all the RP’s I had). Of corse I really got to know the AWESOME MUN of this amazing Rocket, and we became AMAZING FRIENDS. During the time he had drew this for me, I was going through a very rough point in my life dealing with depression (amongst other things). I will forever love and be grateful for you, and our love for Rocket x Fox, and because of you I got so into GOTG. It’s so funny how I didn’t know anything about Rocket (Or Marvel) back then because I was too tapped into my own little world. I’m so glad I accepted your RP request, and I am so glad that we still have a wonderful bond. Thank you for still being an amazing friend to me and continue being awesome! (P.s. it’s good to be back)

I will always love and cherish this piece. 🥹👉🏻👈🏻

✨See you in the stars✨

[pleiades-cabin-talk]

Hello...?

Right ah, hello there!

I've been a little restless as of late and remembered that a good old friend of mine used to use this site? So I figured I'd give this a try.

Okay, I guess introductions are in order?

My name is Rose, I use They/He pronouns. I've gone by all sorts of names by now, but Rose is the one that just kind of...stuck.

Anyway. I'm 24 and I work on and off on the ships of the cruiseline Pleiades. Have for years now. I rotate between them, but my main post tends to be up on the Andromeda, the largest amongst her sisterships.

They all have different routes, though most of them stay out on the sea for multible days at a time between stops and honestly it's the most peace you can find. Out in the open, with nothing but sky and sea in sight. Endless expanses of nothingness with no idea of what lurks below or above at all times. Something about that has always been reassuring to me.

I liked the ocean first, I think. Felt like it was calling to me. When I was younger I'd go on vacation often with my parents, we'd end up near some beach or another most times. I never wanted to leave. Stayed in the arms of the sea as long as I could. The stars and with it space, came later in my teens. Both stuck till now, and here we are. Couldn't have asked for a better place to work than this, to be honest.

Gosh, I am rambling again...ah.

Well, I suppose this blog is meant to serve as a sort of...not diary, but log of some of the happenings on the ships, I suppose?

There's always plenty to do here, plenty happening, incessant as the call, that tug in my chest may be.

Join me out here for a chat?

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OCC: Hola! This is an rp blog!! Rose is an Avatar of the Vast and heavily marked by the Lonely. Slight Eye touch, but mainly because of them remembering a Timeline that doesn't exist anymore. They are calm most of the time, though can get rather excitable and even flirty at times.

He is afab, curvy and a bit chubby with dirty blonde, wavy hair down to about the middle of their back and has moss green eyes, if that info is needed? 5'8.

Rose's own Timeline kind of...hit the fan a few years back. the new one seems to be the same, but they've yet to find someone who remembers like him. They feel erased, all friends they'd tried to reach for not knowing him. Not to mention that, this time? It seems the Fears are more than fiction...

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I've never done an rp on tumblr, so please bare with me!!

Contentwarnings for: possible mentions of falling, drowning, helplessness, isolation, legal and non drugs and abuse (verbal and in the past, it's parental)

I'm mainly aiming for sfw, but willing to do nsfw if discussed beforehand.

Flirting is perfectly fine, and if there is anything you're unsure of, just ask!

Okay I think this is it for now? May update if need be.

Update: when my text is blue, it is for rp purposes, my 'canon typical' posts and the like will be in the normal white! This is to keep things more easily separated.

Purple and cursive is for little snippits of Rose's past present and future, meant to just aid in extra info one may want to use, or just to enjoy getting to know a little bit more.

Asks are more than welcome!! I love them, always open for them! Dms are also open for rp purposes ald discussing ideas or just questions!

[protector-utahime-miku]

59 56 79 everyone!

//lol

TW: IMPLIED BULLYING AND SA, AND (STATED) DEATH

(plain text: trigger warning: implied bullying and sexual assault, and (stated) death. end plain text)

and also probably mischaracterization of kitsune because of reasons in the tags.

59. how different are you from the little kid you used to be?

🎶: quite a bit!! i've seen a lot more stuff in the past two millenniums... but i still love to sing! ♪( ´▽｀)

🎀: aha... ummm... i'm much cuter now! and... i'm... not the same happy kid i was before.

🤖: similarly, i'm happier about myself... in some aspects. however...

⭐️: ... very different... aha, d- don't worry about it though! i'm... a star! yeah! that's all that changed...

🦊: i'm pretty similar! but also not the same, aha! it hasn't been the same since...

56. when's a time when you felt real genuine fear?

🎶: it was looong ago, before i became who i am now. when i slipped into that lake and almost drowned... another time is when i saw... what was beyond reality. it's dark and lonely...

🎀: ... it was... when they... m- my middle school classmates, that is... they... th- ... i can't say it. i just can't. s- sorry, aha...

🤖: ... ah... i... i'm not sure i could answer this one, even if i wanted to... i- i was just trying to make friends...

⭐️: e- eh?! what k-kind of a question is that?! a- a true star ne- never feels fear!!! ... i... but i can't be a star. not anymore. after that..?! how... could i be one?

🦊: ... when i learned about about what she had. i was scared she'd die... and... i was right. obasan... i miss you...

79. what's something you wish you could change about yourself?

🎶: i mean, if i want to do that, i can just change at will! in fact... hehe, most of the time i'm not even in my original form, but instead a slightly modified version! guess what i changed! (⌒▽⌒)

🎀: uh... i wish i could change my body, like utahime can. unfortunately she can't give me that ability now. i can turn into animals, though! [briefly, they turn into a pink ragdoll cat. and after letting out a small meow, they turn back.] ehe, see? but... i also wish i could get rid of... the lingering feeling of their touch...

🤖: it's the same answer as kokoro, that being my body. although i can turn into animals, just like they can~! sometimes, we spend time meowing at each other as cats, fufu~ it's quite fun! although... getting rid of the feelings of their hands... does sound nice...

⭐️: SO many things!! my hair is too long!! but i'm a girl, so- I- I MEAN- NOT THAT GIRLS CAN'T HAVE SHORT HAIR, OF COURSE!!!!! it's just... aha... it's hard to explain!! and my chest is too big, too!! i hate it!! but again, i'm a girl! and just my body in general!! and... a.. aha... i... i want... to be innocent again i mean- what? i said nothing...!!!

🦊: there's only really one thing i want to change! but... it is kind of personal information. and besides, i've learned to live with it!

[prpfz]

I’m Evan: 23, trans masc, Australian (GMT+10). MDNI - please have your age in your bio/pinned post. I RP in 3rd person, via discord. I usually write 2-5 paragraph replies.

I’m looking for fellow Star Wars fans. My main search is for something in the Clone Wars era or Rebellion era, or something based around The Bad Batch since that’s my current specific fixation.

I have a clone OC I’d like to develop further, for OCxOC - you can play any gender. I’d be happy to put him against a Jedi or another clone, but even a local on the planet he’s stationed on would be fun.

I’m also open to play any (or multiple!) of the Bad Batch x your OC. Particularly I’ve had the itch for Hunter x Fem OC but anything is on the table. Feel free to request other canons to put against your OC. I’m also happy with any ship amongst the Bad Batch (excluding Omega), or Echo x Fives. I also would like to write my Anakin x Padame or Rex.

Exact plots can be discussed in private but I have a few ideas. While I love romance and smut, it’s best when enjoyed with a good plot. I also enjoy writing action and whump.

If interested then please like this post and I’ll reach out, or message this account. Thanks! 🚀

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[astrxthesiai]

(( Since there are not many WuWa rp blogs out there, I create a H:SR verse because I can and will. ))

⇢✶Honkai: Star Rail ✦ Nameless :: A mysterious woman who offers to guard the passengers of the Astral Express as a Train Guard.  She is a long-lived species from a planet known as Solaris-III, known as an Arbiter.  She prefers to be known as Rover, but amongst close friends, she has picked out ‘Mei-Xing’ or ‘beautiful star’.  She is often followed by a rabbit-like creature known as Abby and a dragon hatchling named Jue.  She considers them her children.  Her home was overrun by mysterious creatures who her people call ‘Tacet Discords’.  She was tasked by her people to salvage the planet and boarded the Astral Express.  One day she will let Jue back to Solaris-III to preside over their destiny, but for now, she protects and teaches them.

✦ Multi-attributed like her canon self, Rover can switch between the Combat Paths of Preservation and Destruction.  Her respective elements are Imaginary and Quantum.  

✦ Jue holds Ice attacks but has the potential for both Wind and Imaginary.  They currently reside on the path of Harmony.

✦ Abby also holds the aptitude for multiple attributes.  They currently reside on the path of Nihility and wield Imaginary aspected damage.

[ocrpfinder]

Hello! I'm at 20 year old roleplayer looking for 18+ roleplay partners. I go by they/sie pronouns (and occasionally she/her), and have a wide variety of interests. I roleplay mainly WLW/fxf and I 100% prefer oc x oc. I have trouble playing canon characters and honestly I like ocs lol.

I am, admittedly looking mainly for a lowkey roleplay partner. I have some major health issues so don't always feel up for a fullblown rp. I'm looking for partners that are open to OOC chatting, being friends, world building, and having multiple characters/a wider story for us to talk about. (Honestly this feels more like an ad for a friendship lol)

I have a lot interests and generally like to tale my own spin on canon/make my own universes.

General things I'm interested in roleplaying:

- Dystopian

- Hunger games

- Bridgerton/Regency Era Stories

- Dragonriders/dragonriders of pern

- Werewolves/Supernatural worlds

- omegaverse (honestly I find it fun to mix omegaverse into other things as well. Omegaverse Dystopia my beloved)

- I am fine with darker/taboo themes and I'm MORE than happy to hear any ideas you have regarding mixing those into a genre we both enjoy. I am fine with pwp every once and a while, but I do want rps with plot mixed in too. I generally prefer discussing limits on taboo/darker themes privately, but I am (again) very open to ideas and hearing your thoughts :) (however regarding pwp, I would prefer a partner who plays more dominant aligned characters.) 🕊

I'm totally open to other genres/fandoms as well (I love star trek but have never rped it) and honestly would adore making a world with someone.

I try to be flexible regarding writing styles (I have some grammar/spelling issues due to eyesight) but I aim for atleast 2-3 paragraphs per response (usually more if I can swing it haha.)

Time wise I'm in the process of college and a job, and have multiple health issues. So I totally understand my partner being busy and ask for same grace.

If you ARE interested please like the post! I use discord and will contact you through my tumblr and we can go from there. My go to is to make a mini server for us to rp and chat on, that way when we do rp it isn't lost amongst us chatting. - 🐜

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[theglamorousferal]

So there's this world that has been on the back burner while I've had a decade-long writer's block. It's a world that my friends and I were rp-ing in for a summer before it all fell apart before it really started. I've had it in my mind this entire time though. I have basic notes written about the different countries and some of the main characters. I'm gonna share the countries notes.

A basic synopsis of the original rp was that we were each friends who were writing letters to each other to discover the secret of the "Star Daughter". It was a steampunk world with magic thrown in here or there and we were supposed to eventually journey together into the Uncharted Regions to find more clues and also my character's lost older brother.

Tsianta - the entire country is 6 km high and most of the people who live there live underground with crystal ceilings to bring light into lower levels. Some who live on the edges of the cliffs have built vertical cities facing the other regions. Tsianta mostly consists of three large cities and many small villages, all of which are mostly underground or on the sides of the continent. The capital is built facing the Country of Catanya with a large volcanic glass sheet the length of the cliff-face and braced with runes. The primary export is ores, gemstones, and Aerium.

Catanya - Industrial island with tropical climate, being surrounded by high cliffs with lava flows going through them allows for them to near constantly be warm. Much of the land is either factory or farmland or lab. In the center of it all is their capital Hoschault, which contains the International tradeport, the University and the Grand Hall or governing building. The main export is food, mass-produced clothing and medicine. 

Abazyn - An archipelago country, there are fauna that are easily tameable to have as companions. Ranging from small enough to fit in the palm of a hand up to creatures that are rideable. Teacup dragons are a common pet that have been sent to other world leaders as a peace offering. Fishing is a big staple of the region as well as certain foods and spices that can only be grown in the tropical climate. Most coffee comes from Abazyn’s capital island of Abadi. The people frequently will hop between islands on sea skimmers, solo-airships that use the wind blowing above the waves to travel.

Ce’uria - a desert country, the main export is sea ships and land skimmer ships. Ce’urian people have an innate magic that allows them to manipulate sand in any form and with practice are able to make intricate glass figurines. There is a library containing all of the knowledge that has been recorded and its location is a closely guarded secret among the council that runs the country. The capital, Sho’ya, is along the southern coast and has the largest water shipyard in the world.

Terralus - with high mountains to both its borders, the land between the mountain ranges is flat steppes and plains. The northern portion of the country is covered with a 1km thick glacier; there are three rivers that start from springs under this glacier that cut through the country. One goes straight through to the southernmost point of the country, another cuts across and lets out just above the Ce’urian border, and the last cuts through Calakai. The people are mostly nomadic, choosing one location for a few months of a growing season before moving on. There are a few established locations, like the capital Rodan that sits nestled amongst the mountains bordering Calakai. Their main export is meat and textiles.

Calakai - a mountainous country with a temperate climate, Calakai is the main exporter in the world of airships. With cities ranging from 20 m below sea level to 3 km above it, airships became every-day use after the discovery of Aerium, an element with innate magic properties that allows for larger ships to be manufactured at a cheaper cost. The capital Fodelle lies on the banks of a river flowing from the glacier in Terralus.

Solari - this country boasts having at least a small section of each climate, from desert to tropics, from temperate to tundra. It also is the one with the longest unbroken royal family line, the Ceandres family, dating back six hundred years. They have kept the family line healthy by a decree three hundred years ago to only marry outside of the family to prevent inbreeding. The capital Solaris lies in the bay in the south of the country and is where most of the royal family lives.  They’ve been pretty isolated for the last hundred years and have only recently reopened borders in the last ten.

Uncharted Regions - This area is surrounded by clouds that blot out the sky and winds so high that most ships cannot make it through. No one has managed to come back from the Uncharted Regions in living memory. Charts in the Ce'urian library indicate that there was an ancient city where magic was the everyday norm.