#trails in the sky rp

[paradoxoflucidity]

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 .

hello? has this message reached you? if you have seen this, then there is somebody in the dream world who is calling out to you ; they are wishing to meet you once again.

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( ACE ATTORNEY . ) - klavier gavin, trucy wright, ema skye, any characters from ace attorney

( ADVENTURE ZONE . ) - any characters from adventure zone

( BALDUR'S GATE . ) - any characters from baldur's gate 3

( BLEACH . ) - ichigo, urahara, shuhei, shinji, renji, rose, gin, izuru

( BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA . ) - izuku midoriya, toshinori yagi, todoroki shoto, eijiro kirishima, hanta sero, aizawa shota any characters from class 1-a

( BUNGO NO STRAY DOGS . ) - nakajima atsushi, ryūnosuke akutagawa, doppo kunikida, any characters from bungo no stray dogs

( CHAINSAW MAN . ) - power, aki hayakawa, any characters from chainsaw man

( ELSWORD . ) - any characters from elsword

( ENSEMBLE STARS. ) - hokuto hidaka, suburu akehoshi, makoto yuuki

( FAIRY TAIL . ) - any characters from fairy tail

( FIRE EMBLEM . ) - male!robin, lucina, lissa, owain, any characters from fire emblem: awakening

( FRUITS BASKET . ) - any fruits basket characters

( FUTURE CARD BUDDYFIGHT . ) - gao mikado

( HORIMIYA . ) - tooru ishikawa, kakeru sengoku, remi ayasaki, any horimiya characters

( HYPNOSIS MICROPHONE. ) - rei amayado, ramuda amemura, gentaro yumeno, rio mason busujima, jyuto iruma, hitoya amaguni, any characters from hypnosis microphone

( IRIS . ) - father tyrant

( LEAGUE OF LEGENDS . ) - jayce tails, zed, sona, any characters from league of legends

( MO XIANG TONG XIU. ) - any characters from mo xiang tong xiu

( MYSTIC MESSENGER . ) - saeran choi, any characters from mystic messenger

( OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB. ) - any characters from ouran high school host club

( PARADOX LIVE. ) - allen sugasano, hajun yeon, naoakira saimon, yohei kanbayashi, shiki ando

( PERSONA . ) - zen, any persona characters

( PROJECT SEKAI : COLORFUL STAGE. ) - rin kagamine, len kagamine, taiga kotaki, ken shiraishi, any virtual singers

( SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI . ) - any characters from shin megami tensei

( TEARS OF THEMIS . ) - any characters from tears of themis

( THE DISATOROUS LIFE OF SAIKI K . ) - kusuo saiki

( TOWER OF GOD . ) - khun aguero agnis, rak wraithrasier, androssi zahard, ha yuri zahard, hatz, ship leesoo

( TRAILS / KISEKI . ) - any characters from trails / kiseki

( TWISTED WONDERLAND . ) - sebek zigvolt, malleus draconia

[serious-tabaxi]

(Howdy, It's Me Again :3 I Hope It's Okay To RP With You Again! Remember To Answer This At Your Own Time. Also, I've Updated May's Design A Bit, And Made It So She Has Fur At The End Of Her Tail, Instead Of A Barb, Just So You Know)

*The Sun was Rising, and the Day was Beginning, while the Stars were beginning to Disappear from the Sky. The Wind was Blowing, and May was walking upon a Trail, with Pakito trailing not far Behind her.*

(sorry for the delay, i was trying to decide on the OC)

*in the distance, the thumping footsteps of a large creature can be heard- unusual given the known lack of suitable wildlife of that size.*

[the-library-of-theories]

So I’d like to get a theory out that I’ve been thinking of for a long while regarding q!Philza and today’s stream seems to be heading into that direction.

CW: Death talk, Spoiler for today’s stream

/rp

Let’s start with evidence before I reveal the theory.

Philza had said and confirmed that his Angel of Death role is relevant and the only one on the whole island who is suppose to know is his son, Cheyanne. No one should know about this besides him.

So why have all this death topic/relevant come up?

We have Bonnie the skeleton horse come around lately and confirms that Tallulah and Cheyanne have relations to death. Tallulah as a guide and Cheyanne as an old ancient king.

When things begin for q!Philza, it was the birdhouse arc. There he is refereed to as the “Crow” or “the Crowfather”, which is a first as he has been referred to as Philza for the longest… so why the sudden change?

Continuing, he is lead on a small journey and suddenly he is trapped by Cucurucho… but could it really be Cucurucho? Since then he was “asleep” for a week, dreaming about his hardcore world. When he comes back, unlike the locked and blocked door, its open and a trail of flowers leads him to… Cucurucho? To me, it doesn’t feel right. Why would Cucurucho lock him up and suddenly let him go? Sure it could be to mess with him, but something doesn’t add up.

Since then, he’s been having hallucination/derealization problems. Can’t tell if he’s awake or if anything is real. Birds are appearing to him whether it’d be in a cage or freed. Birds are given to Phil… like a gift…. And when the updates refer to Phil, it is now as Crowfather.

Going on, his home is constantly invaded by the dark blocks that is spreading throughout the SMP, which to take note, no one else has experience any dark blocks within their home besides from Phil.

Also to keep in mind, the black structures have been appear and if you look at them in a certain angle, they look like pyramids… and what is related to pyramids? Sacrifice.

In the Mexican culture (one of the tribes that reside in Mexico, I can’t remember what they were called) Temples/Pyramids were often used to hold ceremonies… sometimes sacrifices.

Not only that but the holiday, Day of the Dead, happens recently which also announces their departure from Egg Island… to Purgatory. Another thing related to death. There an eye tells what the members must do and of all of the members, Phil is the one to deny the rules for the longest before he eventually fell into his old ways… the angel was released.

And what does the updates call Phil…

“The Angel of Death may not be able to use his wings, but gravity has always been his friend; Phil has Fit in his clutches.”

They know… so what does that mean for Phil?

Well with today, we saw that q!Quackity escaped and sees what Egg Island has become. Not only that but he is suddenly killed off by Evilrucho. Why? Why am I saying this?

q!Quackity had a different ticket than the others. Granted that q!ElQuackity took it, it was still Quackity’s. And he is killed off.

Who else has different tickets?

Slime, Wilbur, Vegetta, and Philza.

I am saying, Philza could possibly be targeted as well as the others… but think… if any of the groups aside from the members of the island, gets their hands on Philza… they got control of death.

What makes this worse is that an entity has been contacting Philza. Saying that it “misses” him (his dark wings that darken the sky and his loud caw {metaphorical} is heard from afar) and that it’ll guide him when the time will come.

Now you can say it could be a positive outcome and its Bonnie the skele-horse and possibly Mumza… but the worst case senecio is Evilrucho who ended Quackity’s life early.

I could be wanting… “his” angel. What’s worse?

The Crow is also known as the “Sunbird” which can be used as another name for the Phoenix. Not only that but with Quackity’s death, comes… canon lives. And with death comes the angel.

I feel like Evilrucho is trying to get Philza at his weakest and turn him onto it’s side… it said it wanted freedom… but what does it require to be free?

Also some side notes:

In the maze, Evilrucho was the one to lead the Pendejo Trio to the spinning wheel. To which it “landed” on Cheyanne’s “number?” Which shows later when the rest goes into the maze that Cheyanne’s duck floatie is the only one in the glass dome, possibly hinting at what I am trying to get to.

Tallulah and Cheyanne are the only ones (aside from Leo) to contact their parent.

Philza has been putting a huge emphasis on his wings lately. (Possibly gets them back?)

Like sons like daughter like father, Philza’s family is known for heavy angst. So what is to say that he won’t have heavy angst for his character~

[catarina-hamato]

FEAR SPORES FEAR SPORES FEAR SPORES

I'm gonna do it for Cat because I'm feeling it after the Draxum arc in the RP

Content Warning for gore, weapons, blood etc

For anyone curious, the characters mentioned are from the Misa-dventures RP server!

🐱✨~Catarina~✨🐱 Catarina coughs a bit, waving her hand in front of her face. Some strange mist? As if she didn't have enough to deal with at any given time. ...her head hurts, dizziness has her swaying a bit on her feet and she leans against the nearest wall. Voices around her ask something, quiet, prodding. Prodding? What voices? Something isn't right... Where was she before?

"Psst."

The hiss in her ear has her whirling. "Please don't do that, Sco-" she pauses. There was no one behind her. Now that she looks around, there's no one...anywhere. It was dark. She was alone. A flash in the sky and the sudden, deafening sound of thunder. She shrieks and covers her ears, crouching down. How did she get outside?? How did she get outside?? She can't see anything, the darkness somehow overriding her night vision. "S-Scott? Tello? Leo, Yui- where is everyone?? Claire?! Firo! Cy CW SOMEONE!" Another crack and she squeaks, ears pinned. "A-anyone.."

"Anyone?"

The sickly sweet coo was the last thing she needed to hear while paralyzed with fear. An overlapping voice, one of the man who created her, the other of the creature that had hunted her and her resistance for twenty years. She doesn't turn around, she can't, she can't move at all, and he, they?, know that. The feeling of a vine made her squeak as it coiled around her ankle, the veins digging into her skin, crawling up her calf.

"Anyone you shall have." He dips his face into her view, a disgusting smirk on his face. One eye it's usual red, the other a slit bright pink. Draxum. Half of his mind and body shared with Kraang Prime. "Hello, Subject 1C-03C. How nice of you to return to me."

Cat needed out she needed out she needed out right now right the fuck now- Her eyes squeezed shut with another crack of thunder, another vine wrapping around her waist. The tip of it prods at her stomach, a reminder of her previous death, of a second attempt on her life the Prime tried.

"You're without a defining marking, kitten. Shall we fix that?" The vine slowly dug through her fur, pressing like a horrible needle into her skin. Slowly, further, slower. She opens her mouth to scream, the sound muffled by his hand slapped over it. He stood behind her, dragging her up and holding her against him, her arms pinned to her sides. She squirms, the feeling of the slow impalement agonizing, blinding her already frayed mind. The push and cracks of her bones echoed in her head. "Oh dear. You always were the weak one. Now look where you are."

Draxum Prime jerked her head forward, choking on her own blood. Blood that instantly ran cold at the sight before her. Donnie, splayed out on the ground, his eyes half-lidded, dull, staring at nothing. Blood trickled down his chin, ran in a puddle beneath him, spilled from the gruesome hole blasted through his shell that she knew had torn through his stomach, the pool underneath him growing with every second.

Cat screamed for him around Draxum Prime's hand, thrashing her head away, hitting the ground as her blood loss took the strength in her legs. She crawls, it's all she can do, dragging a trail of blood behind her. His hand is cold when she grabs it. It was too late already...wasn't it..? She sobs his name quietly. "I'm here..I'm here please...please come back, I'll heal you it'll be okay just please look at me..."

"Still trying to reach for him? Come on, Cat." Usagi straddled her back, knife in hand. He holds her down by the back of her neck and the screaming pain of the blade tearing into her made her grip on Donnie's hand tighten. She cried as the knife was removed, stabbed again, and again, and again, the shoulder the side, into the already decimated hole in her body. Usagi pulls her up by her hair. "Fun fact. Hearing is the last thing to go when you die." His voice changes, the creaking rasp of Kraang Prime whispering in her ear as the knife is held to her throat. "Let your scream be the last thing he hears." She hardly felt the drag before her vision goes dark, clenching her hand around Donnie's before it's lost.

[tamberwoof]

Moraygill's Super Horrible Time: Part One.

This is a character from a rp I'm a part of. She has nothing to do with my other ocs.

TW: THIS DOES DEPICT A CAT DROWNING. IT IS WRITTEN TO SHOW OFF A VERY TRAUMATIC EVENT IN MORAYGILL'S LIFE.

It’s not like Moraygill could have seen it coming. 

Really, she had no reason to ever expect such a situation. 

The day had been normal so far. She was doing her duties and diving to catch as much prey as she could. The sun was out, casting beams of light through the surface of the water and painting a very pretty picture for everyone. The day was perfect so far, and maybe that should have raised the fur on her spine, but she preferred to enjoy it over worrying all the time.

Moraygill swam to shore, a large speckled fish in her jaws. A small trail of bloody water parted around her as she neared the sandy beach. 

“Moray!” Conchmelody called excitedly. The crafter came running up with a smile and Moraygill almost fumbled her fish as she smiled at the incoming golden and off-white she cat. Distantly, somewhere off behind Conchmelody, Moraygill saw Gulfbelly roll his eyes and turn to head off in the direction of camp. 

Bright blue eyes snapped her out of her thoughts. Conchmelody continued talking as she arrived in front of Moraygill. The other she cat was much more bulky with a thicker coat that was just starting to shed away. “Hey!” Conch giggled, “It’s good to see you out on this side of the shore! Usually you hunt closer to camp.” 

Moraygill purred and set down her fish. “Decided to head off a bit farther today!” She replied, “Raygnarl is out here too. Just saw him dive while swimming back up here. 

Conchmelody tilted her head. “Isn’t he getting a bit gray around the muzzle?”

Moraygill grinned and crouched down a bit to whisper, “He is, but you’d catch the stars sooner than you got him to believe it.” 

Conchmelody laughed, and for just a moment Moraygill was the happiest cat alive. She’d abandon everything she knew if it meant she could hear that laugh every day for the rest of her life. It was a beautiful sound that had Moraygill feeling all kinds of warm inside and maybe there was a little minnow in her belly making her feel nervous and queasy and just a bit elated all at once. 

“I’ll let you get back to hunting now.” Conchmelody purred. “I’ll see you back in the den by sun down, right?” The sun was halfway down from sun high now.

Moraygill nodded happily. “Of course you will!” 

Time passed quickly from there on out. Moraygill threw herself into hunting, looking to bring back enough fish for a small feast. Nobody ever needed to worry about food when she was on the job. 

It wasn’t until she came up for air and heard Raygnarl calling out for her that she noticed the sky had become dark. At first she was worried she’d broken her promise to Conchmelody, but closer inspection proved it was just thick storm clouds rolling in. 

Soon after she realized she needed to get out, the pouring rain began to pound against her head and back. She tried to swim on the surface but the water’s became too rough and she was forced to dive under. 

She really thought she was moving forward through the water. She was a strong and capable swimmer, after all. The water was moving around her, so why wasn’t she at shore yet? A look above water didn’t help. She couldn’t see anything through the pouring rain. Could barely get in enough air to breathe. 

A rushing sound came from behind her and suddenly Moraygill was underwater. She choked and sputtered, inhaling water as she tried to orient herself among the fast paced waves she was now in. There were too many questions running through the panicked muddle her mind had become. 

Where was she?

Why was there no warning for the storm? 

Why did her lungs and nose burn?

Which way was up?

She paddled her paws, spinning around in circles, trying to figure out any of the answers. And maybe she was close to the water’s surface, because another wave crashed down on top of her and suddenly she was spinning again. 

Tail over head, Moraygill slammed into the sand and shells of the sea floor. She resisted the urge to cough and choke. She’d lost enough air as it was. At least she knew where the surface had to be now. 

Hope and relief came in the form of a big gasp of air once she broke the water. Sight was still limited, but she had hope now. She could make it out of here! The sea floor wasn’t that far down, meaning the shoreline had to be somewhere close. 

She paddled around in a circle trying to figure out her location again before diving as she heard another wave approaching. The rumbling didn't die as she submerged. She could feel it better than ever as it closed in and slammed her back against the sand and shells. 

It took every bit of her training not to gasp as her side hit a rock. She gently touched a paw to her side and even through the dark and murky water, she could tell there was blood. 

Instead of dwelling on it like her ever growing panic wanted her to, she swam back up. Opening her mouth to gasp for air, she was instead slammed back underwater and into the sea floor again with such a harshness that she couldn't help but choke out what air she did have. 

She inhaled by instinct and began to cough and sputter. The panic grew as her lungs filled with water and she was hopeless to stop her body from tumbling into a steep sand bank. 

She scrambled, claws digging into the sand and hauling herself up and out of the water. She could stand on her back paws and see the vague outline of the beach now. She coughed and choked out what water she could as a suddenly euphoria overcame her. She was safe! She could go home and forget all this!

Another wave slammed her down but it hardly mattered at this point. She had her way out!

She did her best to swim back to the shore with her battered and sore body, relying on the waves to move her for the most part. 

The wind was dying down and the waves were getting smaller. Finally! She laughed in a hysterical manner as she reached where all four paws could touch ground with her head above water.

She ignored the rumbling behind her. Passing it off as thunder. 

A mistake. 

It all happened at once. Her head was forcefully shoved underwater and her whole upper body was slammed into the rocks. Her lower body was carried by the waves, but instead of her upper body following, her left front paw remained stuck in place, putting a terrible strain on her shoulder and tearing and ripping at her paw. 

Moraygill yowled in pain as the wave lowered and her head re-emerged from the water. She growled and scratched and pulled at her paw, panicking as the larger waves picked up again. 

The wind flipped her fur around in all sorts of ways, never seeming to blow in just one direction. 

Her panic grew tenfold when she was slammed underwater again and all she could see or taste was blood. 

The rocks holding her paw captive were all bunched up together. It was a hazard she'd never even considered. Her wrist might have been broken, but she knew for a fact that her toes had to be. There's no way her paw would've fit in there without some kind of breakage. 

Her head broke the water and she gasped in another breath. “HELP!” She screeched as loud as her lungs would let her. There was no telling if the burning in her eyes was tears anymore or not, but the panic and desperation flitting through her system had her struggling to do anything. 

She needed help. 

“HELP!” She screeched again, descending into a coughing fit as another wave forced her underwater. 

She lost the ability to hear at some point of being dunked, she realized with no small amount of horror. She couldn't hear the waves coming and with how hard the rain was coming down, she couldn't see them either. 

Each wave came as a complete surprise, slamming her into the sand and rocks of the shore. 

Who knows how long it had been by then. The constant struggling and receiving no results. The endless screaming for help even though she couldn't hear anything. 

The ache in her muscles grew. She huffed and groaned as another wave pulled the water around her paws back before slamming her down. 

She was gonna die here. No doubt about it anymore. And at this point, she just wished lightning would strike her and get this whole ordeal over with. 

But quitting sounded so pitiful and stupid too. Sure, it would get her out of this mess, but how would her clanmates look at her body if they knew she chose to give up? Would they blame her? Would they sympathize? Would she even want her body cast out to sea after this? 

She screamed again.

Black dotted her vision and happier thoughts flickered unsteady through her mind. She didn't want to leave Conch. They'd always been by each other's sides. 

Another wave pushed her under, and Moraygill's legs buckled as she tried to stand up. 

Distantly, on the beach, she thought she might have seen a flicker of a cat. She cried out, calling for help one last time. 

The last thing she could register before passing out was an orange and black pelt running towards her and bright green eyes wide with panic. Something in the back of her mind screamed that this was an enemy. But how could an enemy look so worried for her? How could an enemy come to help her? Were they there to help her?

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PART TWO:

[little-starshark-with-wings]

Evangeline Alaida Astrophel of Ithica, Nixie and Alaida and Aether

Hi? I know im littles but ims part of bigger person? i thinks age regress? but I knows I 8 and names Evangelines? but hi?

i thinks i does oddessy, pjo rp? ion know… but i does?

Pronouns: She/Her/They/Them/It/Its

Nicknames: Eva, Veve, Starlight, Starshine, Little Dragon, Hatchling, Linlin, and Little star, Starry (all also said in other languages)

Species: Star Dragon

Age: 8 (4 in dragon)

Eva notes:

bleeds stardust.

the only star dragon that has feathered wings.

The only star dragon that has black hair others have white or silver hair. Her black hair does have speckles and streaks of silver, reminds me of a meteor shower tbh.

they look younger than they really are.

they look like a toddler despite being 8.

never grew up around or knew gods besides Nyx.

Does not know basic human things.

Now that her horns are broken and wings clipped she constantly bleeds stardust.

Stardust tastes like hopes and dreams.

sharp ass teeth.

dragons age is just half of their human age so she is 4 for dragons

the stars in her tail jingles like bells

Powers: not shown yet

Weapons: Who would give weapons to a child??

Parents: Unknown, Penelope of Ithica (Adoptive), Odysseus of Ithica (Adoptive)

Family: The royals of Ithica and whoever Penelope and Odysseus adopts.

Likes: The night sky, Whale Sharks her adoptive parents, her brother, the beach, NOT DROWNING, shinies, things that make a satisfying noise, plushies, crows, sea shells, giving people things, and flying

Dislikes: Why she doesn't remember, drowning, large bodies of water, her clipped wings, the fact she cant fly anymore, the feel of cut feathers, sirens, falling, heights, people that try to take her new family from them, and shoes (they cramp my feet...)

Why is she here?: Well, in my DID, shes practically a different timeline of me, a reflection of what happened if i didn't leave the sky quick enough, a reflection of betrayal and backstabbing that happened in my life. so to cope with trauma ahaha i need to see my therapist again- imma make it more of a story buckle up.

She was a star in the sky, one of the brightest as the star shined with her laughter and joy. Other stars, dim and bitter, resented the bright star. The more leather winged star dragons grew envious of the feathered hatchling, so when it was newly night, they clipped her wings. Without anything to hold her to the sky, to keep her afloat in the endless space, she fell to the ground, the poorly clipped wings doing nothing to aid her fast descent to the roaring seas below. She crashed into a wave, her horns cracking and breaking because of the pressure. The pain and force of the crash rendered them unconscious. The blood supply in the horn seeped as the now cracked horns provided an opening for rushing shells to cut the delicate skin of the blood supply. The silvery shimmering stardust spread through the water, attracting sirens. (we know they're birds in myth but the epic musical says evil fish ladies so i say evil fish ladies gods damnit also in the universe where she came from theres two types of sirens the birds and the fish ladies-) The stardust, the taste, the shimmering liquid new and exciting to sirens who only tasted the blood of mortals before. In an excited haste they cracked off the rest of the horns, scurrying away with their new snack in tow. The dragon sank further int the sea, her broken horns leaving a trail of stardust in her wake. The stardust, however, caught the attention of an ocean nymph, who took pity on the poor being. The nymph transformed into a whale shark, swimming under her and moving up, placing her on their back as they went to the surface. The whale shark surfaced, little Evangeline on their back as they swam to the nearest island, Ithica. The slow sail and salty wind woke the girl, but she had no energy to move. They laid on the back of the whale shark, clutching her head and wings, and just cried. The nymph placed the girl on the sands of Ithica, swimming away as the girl slowly walked to the civilization, curious of what it was. The streets of houses and markets confused the dragon who had only seen the vacant night expanse save for her fellow dragons, making her run in fear of the humans and noises. In her confusion and fear she ran to a lake with shiny rocks that caught her attention. Something, well someone, caught its attention too. Prince Telemachus. Instead of cowering in fear she picked up a shiny rock, and went up to the man that caught her attention. Well the rest is history I say. How she got adopted was also unconventional but hey, its Penelope. We don’t question Mrs. Penelope.

Eva facts: She loves whale sharks because of Nixie. Does not know who Poseidon is but hates him because Odysseus, Penelope, and Telemachus hates him. Learns curses because a certain merc with a mouth is jumping universes. She collects anything that is shaped like stars. has night vision. will follow shinies and get lost while following said shiny. she ate bees before. scared of bees now. hates shoes bc her feet feel cramped. forced to wear them. she is represented by Wind chimes, Kalimba, And a steel tongue drum. since her fall a nymph spirit helps her out

[liltaventures]

Careful, we bite~

RP Thread with @theautumnpicker The nighttime air was cool and the dark sky was covered in a blanket of dark clouds. Stars decorated the sky and for once Quillen felt like he could relax. The rogue had been sitting on a small log reflecting on the events of the day and taking some time to enjoy the peace and quiet of nature.

Things at camp had changed since he had befriended his small group of tadpole-infested misfits. Who would have thought he of all people would find himself in good company?

There was still a ways to go in terms of gaining the trust of a few people but overall the half-elf could count on them to have his back when the situation called for it. Hells, he’d even have their backs too. After all, they needed one another if they were to ever find a cure.

The dhampir smiled softly to himself and looked up at the night sky. A soft exhale escaped past his plump lips and his bright red eyes softened as he noticed a few constellations had been visible. The sound of chatter broke his concentration on the night sky and he turned his attention to the rest of camp, watching as a few of his companions retreated into their tents to settle down for the night.

Quillen retreated to his accommodations and made quick work setting a soft blanket out by his bed roll. Once he was satisfied with his work he turned back towards the entrance of his tent and slowly pulled the flap back before he slinked away silently into the woods. The dhampir needed to feed and now that activity around camp was dead it was the perfect time to find himself something to satiate his sanguine hunger.

All he needed to do was find something to sink his pretty little fangs into. He trailed his ruby orbs around his surroundings and hummed quietly to himself. “Now, what will nature bless me with tonight I wonder?”

[greninjazac]

@valerieyo

Maiden of the Forest (closed RP)

As day transitioned into night, the orange hue of the sky from dusk left a warm glow on any bits of the forest that weren’t shaded by the impressively sized trees that populated it. Within the sea of greenery stood out a blue haired individual and a trail of blood coming from their badly injured leg.

The individual, Zachary Stygian, had slain a dangerous monster to complete a quest from the adventurer’s guild. The fight itself was more dangerous then he anticipated and was left with his left leg badly damaged and no mana to use any of his healing magic properly. At this point, he was begging for rain so his MP could recharge faster as the pain was intense, so much so that he had to sit on a tree stump due to the blood loss making him dizzy.

Zac would quickly look into his inventory before soon doing his best to patch up his wounds so the bleeding would stop. His left leg was now covered in bandage wraps and some parts had his blood staining it. As his mana slowly recovered, his body immediately used it to heal his wounds at a slow pace. He was pretty much a sitting duck as his arm healed…..which honestly made him wish that he had someone to talk to the dizziness went away at this point and his strength returned….but that injury left him unable to move as walking was now painful.

“God I’m so stupid…..I got distracted by that giant centipede’s fangs that i was left oblivious to its damn sharp legs. I just hope the pain lessens…..but now I’m just here…..alone and unable to move” he lets out a sigh as he looked around. “If only someone could keep me company while I recover, like any sort of conversation to pass the time. Hell, I’d take getting seduced by a succubus then to be out here alone with the only other thing around are the crickets that are chirping nearby….”

[hollowfaith]

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He should've guessed.

After his last encounter with the abominable black-haired demon, Aurelius had taken the time to memorize his demonic energy, then spent an afternoon carefully tracking it around the city. He doesn't expect the trail to lead him up to the doorsteps of a particularly hateful shop.

SP*T's signboard twinkles at him cheerfully from above while Aurelius stares at it irritably with crossed arms. As the angel debates whether to go inside, someone comes out instead, moving so quickly they bump into his chest without warning.

Aurelius steps aside, offended. He dusts off the front of his shirt and shoots a sharp look at the man, a blond with red eyes. It's been so long that he's had the misfortune of coming here that the angel doesn't recognize him at all, much less know that he's store staff.

"Sorry," the other begins, but the angel cuts him off. He doesn't want to stay a second longer here than he needs to.

"Where is the owner of this store?"

"I have business with him if he's in."

"Ah, you know Eiden?" the man with glasses pauses to look up, eyes lingering on his face as if committing his features to memory. Annoyed, Aurelius presses on.

"It's important."

His brusque tone does him no favors, however, as the other visibly stiffens in response. "The shop is closing early today. Eiden—the owner I mean, had to leave for a personal appointment." A date to be precise, but that wasn't something his customers needed to know.

...if this was even a customer, to be honest. He has the looks, but that attitude? Really felt like someone who had a stick up their—

"Where did he go?"

Edgar's expression clams up even further. Instead of answering, he takes out the shop keys and starts to lock the front door. "I don't know," he says after a while. "I don't keep tabs on his private life."

There's a noise behind him—of exasperation, perhaps. But following that is a rustle of feathers, which makes Edgar turn around—

—just in time to see Aurelius ascend in a storm of blurry gold into the sky. The gears in his brain click before he's pulling out a phone and sending off a message to Eiden, date be damned.

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> hey so tall blond&rude just dropped by

>>what 😱 >> r u serious!! how's the store >> still standing?

> store's fine. he asked for you and then flew off

>> why would he come find me? >> he's not trying to take me to therapy again right >> i told him i'm not going!! 😠

> did you want me to call the police?

>> that's... >> no >> forget it he's left already 😩 >> let him be an ass on his own💢💢 >> i have more important things to deal with

> date going well? 😏

>> oh >> yeah thx 😗 >> veoc's cutting cake it looks hot 🤤 i mean >> the cake >> cake looks good! >> anyways thanks man!! stay safe >> if he comes back call lionheart ok >> klaus can deal with that bastard 💢💢

Edgar sends off a thumbs up emoji, checks the sky one more time to make sure Aurelius isn't coming back, and shakes his head while heading to home.

Maybe he'd look into anti-angel charms or something, if those things existed.

[silvergolddraco28]

Hazbin Hotel- Past and Present- part 2

Open rp let me know if interested!

”Samuel hold his shoulders! Michael help me splint his wings!”

Burning pain crashed through him as he screamed out hearing bone being popped back into place before he completely blacked out.

()()()()()

Blue eyes looked over the slumbering figure in the simple bed. Pale white skin that was marred with scars both old and new grey crept along the arms from the elbow down to the slumbering one’s clawed hands that were cross-crossed with thin red scars, six red and white wings were gently tucked under them with soft silk keeping the wings folded while the bones healed similar to an injured bird’s wings. Bandages had been tightly wrapped around the slumbering one’s stomach from where a large and deep burn had been, the white bandages tainted with angelic blood from the most odd-looking angel he had ever seen. Blue eyes trailed to the blond hair and the bright red circles on their face that looked just like his own if only on someone much older. He could feel the age that came from the being before him even with their somewhat youthful looks. Blue eyes closed while hands rubbed at his face. “Father’s name this is confusing.” they muttered as another cam einot the room.

“Has he woken yet Samuel?” a voice spoke from the doorway with a simple white cloth acting as a door.

Blue eyes looked up towards their twin with golden eyes and gold cheek dots while his hair was a more messy dark gold. “Not yet Michael. The burn on his side has almost healed though. Who could have hurt him this badly to leave scars on an angel?” Samuel questioned his twin. When he had first seen the cocoon of slightly off white feathers falling from the sky from some sort of crack that closed with a boom behind it left him utterly baffled. “Have you gotten a chance to speak with Father yet?”

“He’ll be here in less then an hour to see what's going on. This is something not even he has seen before.” Michael replied.

A hand twitched followed by a low groan as the slumbering angel finally woke blinking open bright veridian red eyes floating in golden sclera. The eyes looked at the two brothers before the being sat up rater fast with a very long string of angelic curses flowing from his lips.

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[paradoxoflucidity]

KEVIN GRAHAM is getting ready for a dreaming rest.

KEVIN GRAHAM will be in Oneiros soon! Will you join KEVIN GRAHAM on their journey through the dreamland?

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[sundove88]

Cookie Run Kingdom: A Cheesy Vow Renewal (Based on Tangled Ever After)

This is a gift for @thetropicalfairy/ @interstellarwizard2019 for being such a great moot! Princess Professor Mozzarella Cookie, Prince Professor Macaroni Cookie, Mac N Cheese Cookie, Fusilli Cookie, Ravioli Cookie, and Bakewell Cookie belong to her. King Parmesan Cookie, King Elderberry Cookie, and Queen ChocoPearl Cookie belong to me. Btw, this is based on an RP we did. Also, this will be split into two parts, so enjoy it while you can! Here’s Part 1!

Synopsis: Earthbread is in a festive mood as everyone gathers for the royal vow renewals of Princess Professor Mozzarella Cookie and Prince Professor Macaroni Cookie. However, when the Brave Gang and the happy couple’s son Mac N Cheese Cookie, as flower girl and ring bearers respectively; lose the rings, a frenzied search and recovery mission gets underway. As the desperate heroes try to get back the rings before anyone discovers they’re missing, they leave behind a trail of disastrous chaos that includes sky lanterns, a flock of cream doves, a berry juice barrel barricade and a very sticky finale. Will the friends save the day and make it to the chapel in time? And will they ever get Macaroni’s face right?

It was morning in the city of Parfaedia, and Walnut Cookie and her father Almond Cookie as well as their friends Latte Cookie and Cream Puff Cookie began to film a brand new episode for their vlog, “The Parfaedia Scoop”. As the camera began rolling, Almond began the episode. “This is the story of how Latte and I lost our jobs.” He said, sarcastically. “Dad!” Walnut replied, knowing what he said was untrue. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! It was one of the biggest days of our lives- our friends’ Princess Professor Mozzarella Cookie and Prince Professor Macaroni Cookie’s vow renewal day.” The detective said, recounting the exciting events of that day.

(A day earlier…)

“It was the biggest celebration to hit the Golden Cheese Kingdom since the former’s return to her throne!” Latte Cookie said as she remembered what happened. The Golden Cheese Kingdom was as festive as it could get, with cookies such as Carrot Cookie and Beet Cookie helping everyone get the reception area spread out, and Roll Cake and Kiwi decorating the getaway car for the happy couple to drive off into the sunset with. “Everyone was dying to get a glimpse of em!” Walnut added, smiling as she recounted the happenings of the event.

At the same time DJ Cookie was fine tuning their turntable for the reception, and a young Cheesebird was selling insect related wedding merchandise, as Princess Professor Mozzarella Cookie loved bugs. “Everything was perfect, just like they always dreamt it would be.” Mused Latte Cookie, swooning over how amazing that day had been. A few Cheesebirds had been tying up the royal tapestry in the town square, which had Macaroni Cookie’s face accidentally messed up. “Yeah, everything was perf- Oh, come on! They still can't get his face right?!” Almond said as he remembered the embarrassing picture. “It was a magical day. And everything went just as planned.” Cream Puff Cookie replied as her eyes glittered, imagining the Dark Cacaoan Watchers on the roof and sides of the chapel, keeping watch over the ceremony. “Well... Almost.” Almond Replied, knowing that wasn’t exactly true.

Inside the royal chapel, Muscle Cookie played the organ as he smiled, with everyone waiting patiently for the ceremony to truly begin. As Gingerbrave and Co. walked down the aisle, Strawberry Cookie, Walnut Cookie, and Cream Puff Cookie tossed desert rose petals from their woven baskets while everyone took care of the rings- especially Mac N Cheese Cookie, the couple’s son. “This is so exciting!” Strawberry Cookie said as she flung petals all around her. “You bet, Strawberry.” Chili Pepper Cookie said as she brushed a petal away. Suddenly, everyone gasped and turned to look behind themselves (Most notable examples being Raspberry Cookie, Blueberry Cookie, Bumbleberry Cookie, Cranberry Cookie, Shining Glitter Cookie, Vagabond Cookie, The Ginkgoblin Boss, and Stink Eye Tortuga) as the bride, Princess Professor Mozzarella Cookie, appeared at the end of the chapel; with golden butterflies carrying the train of her dress- with the Ancient Healer Pure Vanilla Cookie, the lucky groom Prince Professor Macaroni Cookie, and Pure Vanilla’s best friend White Lily Cookie beaming in happiness at the sight. Knowing that it was time for the big moment, Muscle Cookie threw an ax at Mint Choco Cookie’s Head. “GAH!” He yelped as ducked, hastily beginning to play “Here Comes The Bride” on his violin.

King Parmesan Cookie, Mozzarella’s father, flew down to her and bowed. “You ready, our darling?” He asked, offering her his arm to walk her down. “You bet I am.” She said, before her mother, Golden Cheese Cookie, offered her hand. “Let’s not keep your hubby waiting!” The golden sovereign said before she and her husband took their daughter’s arm and hand, and walked her to the altar. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry…” whispered Dark Cacao Cookie to himself as he wiped away the oncoming tears with his handkerchief. “I know how you feel, friend.” Hollyberry Cookie said as she sipped from her glass. “You’re doing great.” White Lily replied as she herself dabbed away her own tears.

Pure Vanilla, as the leader of the Vanilla Kingdom and the master of Ceremonies, had never seen a bride so lovely as the Golden Princess herself. “Wow.” He replied. Macaroni, the Princess Professor’s Husband, felt his heart skip a beat the moment he saw her. “Wow!” He said, dazzled. Poison Mushroom Cookie, despite not being on the guest list, couldn’t resist the bride’s beauty. WOOOOOOW!!!” They exclaimed, but not before they got shoved away by Eclair Cookie, and they threw a mushroom into the middle of the altar.

Eclair couldn’t contain his happiness. Oh my goodness gracious…!” He sniffled as he blew into a napkin. Tea Knight Cookie was also stunned. “A wonderful sight; isn’t it?” He asked. Mozzarella Cookie reached the altar, and the ceremony began. Pure Vanilla then spoke, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the renewal of Princess Professor Mozzarella Cookie and Prince Professor Macaroni Cookie’s vows in remarriage.” “Oh, it’s so beautiful!” Strawberry Cookie said as she Started to cry.

Suddenly, the mushroom’s Spores drifted past Chili Pepper Cookie’s face, and it tickled. “It sure is, Strawb-Ahh… Ahh… Ahh… AAAACHOOO!!” She Sneezed. But what she realized until seconds later, was that she sneezed the royal wedding rings away on accident, and they sailed out the door. Cream Puff and Walnut saw as well. “THE WEDDING RINGS!!” They cried out in horror. Madeleine Cookie had witnessed the sneeze as well. “This is terrible!” He exclaimed. “We have to get them back somehow!” Espresso Cookie added. But Princess Cookie and Tiger Lily Cookie had seen the rings fly away as well, and they knew they had to do something about it.

However, Chili Pepper imagined Pure Vanilla Cookie asking for the rings much later in the ceremony. “And together they’ll be rewed as husband and wife in everlasting, crispy peace.” Pure Vanilla would finish. The gang would freeze in place, knowing what was coming up next. “May I have the rings?” Pure Vanilla would ask. Mozzarella Cookie would gasp at the bare pillow; and so would Jungleberry Cookie and Royalberry Cookie, followed by Dark Choco Cookie and Whipped Cream Cookie, and soon the entire chapel would be gasping in shock. “Oh no…!” Strawberry Cookie would say. “Those were my Nonna’s wedding rings!!” Fusilli Cookie, Macaroni Cookie’s mother, would cry out. “This is horrible…” Pure Vanilla Cookie would state. “The wedding can’t go on without them!” White Lily Cookie would add.

Hollyberry Cookie and her husband Elderberry Cookie would do a double spit take, followed by them going, “WHAT?!” Dark Cacao Cookie would simply let out a “No…!” While his wife ChocoPearl Cookie faints. “I’ve waited 20 years for this day and it’s RUINED!!” Golden Cheese Cookie would say as she bursts into tears. “I know…!” King Parmesan would say as he comforts his sobbing wife. Then, a Cheesebird Guard would cry out, “The Kingdom is Lost!!!” Followed by Captain Caviar Cookie, who would be flipping out immediately. “THIS IS A LOST CAUSE!!” He would roar. Oyster Cookie would also be sorely upset by what had just happened. “I was looking forward to a beautiful ceremony, but all my expectations just flew out the window!!” She would say before fainting.

Black Raisin would be screeching. “We’re gonna be on the news for all the wrong reasons!!!” She would say. WildBerry would also start overreacting. “The wedding’s gonna be called off!!!” He would say. Crunchy Chip would pipe up. “We’re all gonna die!!!” He would wail. “Everybody…” Pancake Cookie would begin. “PANIC!!!” Gumball and Cherry Cookie would finish simultaneously. The entire chapel would start screaming, and before the gang knew it, The entire Golden Cheese Kingdom would be exploding in a literal blaze of unceremonious glory.

Luckily, the ceremony was still going on in the present, so the gang knew they had to do something. “And the mutual respect which they bring to their life together…” Pure Vanilla continued. As Pure Vanilla spoke, the ones who had seen the rings fly away made the ever so obvious excuse that they were heading to the bathroom. “The union of two cookies…” Pure Vanilla continued. Then, they bolted out the chapel door and after the rings. The Brave Gang quickly ran outside the chapel, but the rings went two ways and rolled off the patio!

“Ok. We’ve gotta split up. Strawberry, Wizard, Princess, Cream Puff, Espresso, and I will go after Mozz’s ring. The rest of you go after Macaroni’s!” Gingerbrave said. “Ok! Catch you later!” Chili Pepper Cookie said as the two teams jumped down to the courtyard below.

In said courtyard, Cookies and non cookie folks were preparing for the menu for that afternoon’s wedding reception. Mozzarella’s ring had bounced into a pot of pumpkin soup, and Gingerbrave hurried to get it. “Ok, I’ve got everything ready for the reception. I can see those hungry guests any minute-!” Carrot Cookie said, before seeing Gingerbrave grab the ring out of the pot. “GAH!” She replied, and Team A dropped the ring, and away it bounced from table to table. “Don’t let it get away!” Beet Cookie exclaimed. The servants scrambled around, but Wizard managed to pin the ring against an ice sculpture of two butterflies flying together in love, which was made by Snow Sugar Cookie.

At the same time, Team B was chasing after Macaroni’s ring, which was rolling down the street. “Come back, little ring!” Chili Pepper said. “We need you for the ceremony!” Madeleine shouted. But Chili Pepper, Madeleine, and Butter Tiger were so busy chasing after the ring, they didn’t notice the commemorative clothing and makeup carts. They ended up crashing into all of them, and the trio came out wearing a bit of everything, including pink dresses and hats over the tuxedos they were supposed to wear for that day.

“Hello Ladies!” Licorice Cookie said as he made a kissy face. “Not now, Old Rags Cookie!” Chili Pepper said as she punched him away, only to see the ring nestled underneath a cart. Walnut Cookie almost reached it due to her size! But at the same time, as Team A was getting Wizard’s staff off of the ice sculpture; the ring bounced away again, and a mole servant had knocked into the table and sent the ice sculpture flying. And said ice sculpture landed on the end of a cart, launching Team B into the air! “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!”

Inside, Pure Vanilla continued the ceremony. “…Held in reverence, dignity, honor, respect…” just as he said that; Poison Mushroom Cookie knew something was about to happen. And lo and behold; Team B flew by the window. “Lookie!” They pointed. “HELP!!!” Team B screamed as they flew by the Chapel Window. Luckily; everyone else was paying attention to the ceremony; so they didn’t notice (Even the watchers, who were desperately trying not to cry). Chiffon the Cake Hound whimpered and Poison Mushroom sighed, knowing they were the only ones to witness the anomaly. Team B landed in the Getaway car, which was going to take Mozzarella Cookie and Macaroni Cookie away to their second honeymoon. “Ow! Guys! T-T-The ring!” Custard III replied as he saw Macaroni’s ring pass by. Tiger Lily pointed at the rolling trinket. “After… ring!” She said. Chili Pepper then yelled, “Step on it!!” They then drove after the ring, hoping to catch it…

[allysdelta]

A pair of OCs I've made for a Good Omens RP group, loosely based on WoW toons that I hauled out of hibernation. Shariv (demon) and Iormiel (angel) work out of Los Angeles, and have something of a belligerent sibling relationship.

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Echo Park Lake in Los Angeles, August 2008

“So, Hell’s finally done it, then?” Iormiel smoothed down the front of her skirt one-handed as the wind kicked up and stirred the palm trees above. In the semidesert heat, the wind brought only scant relief, but she took no notice of the relentless sunlight blanketing the city.

“Yeah.” Shariv leaned against the boathouse wall, her eyebrows pushed together in the same grimace she’d been wearing since she arrived. “Handed it off to the London agent last night. Poor bastard, I don’t envy him one bit. You gonna finish that?”

Caught off guard, Iormiel squinted at her, then at the half-eaten sandwich in her other hand, and handed it over. “They’re entrusting the Antichrist to the Serpent of Eden?”

“Crowley, yeah,” Shariv said around a mouthful of egg salad and arugula on brioche. “Got a mind like a steel trap, that one, but I guess that wasn’t enough to help him slither out. Now it’s gonna get Biblical.” She sighed and stared up at the cloudless California sky. “Or it will in a few years, anyway. I’m gonna miss this.”

“The peacetime?” said Iormiel. With a wide swing of the arm holding the sandwich, Shariv gestured at the park surrounding them and the concrete-rimmed lake that took up most of it. A nearby pair of Canada geese stared at her warily.

“This city. This lake. The fountains. The swan boats. The – the lotuses.”

“The lotuses died off.”

“You know what I mean!” Shoving herself away from the grimy wall, Shariv crumpled up the empty wrapper and let it fall from her fingers. Iormiel glared at her and gestured briskly, and a sudden breeze carried the wrapper neatly into the nearby trash can. “I was beginning to really like it here. Earth’s got character, you know? Spice. You know it does, Iormi. Even you can’t spin-doctor that one.”

“I do admit,” said Iormiel carefully, “that it’s far more interesting than Heaven ever was. But there’s nothing we can do about it. Assuming that you were somehow implying that someone ought to stop it,” she added pointedly. “Which I’m certain you weren’t.” She sighed and turned toward the concrete path that bordered the lake.

“If there is a way, I sure don’t know what,” Shariv said morosely, beginning to follow but distancing herself by a few paces. They walked in silence for a while, while pigeons fluttered and fussed around their feet and sparrows darted through the stifling August air. Halfway to the bridge, Shariv spoke up again. “You think we’ll have to fight each other? When Armageddon is here?”

“Possibly.” Iormiel’s shoulders tensed, then drooped. “I don’t like to think of it, but I suppose it could happen. We can’t go against head office, after all. And they’re going to be mad enough that I haven’t been keeping up my skills. I’m not even sure I remember how to hold a spear anymore, let alone use it.”

“I’d really hate to have to fight you,” Shariv said softly. “I know we did in the past, but that was for show, and we let each other escape each time. But to have to fight you for real…” She trailed off uncomfortably, coming to a stop in the middle of the path. “I liked being an angel, you know? Before I fell.”

“I know,” Iormiel murmured. The sunlight glittered on the lake’s waters and lit her dark hair with a golden shine. “I know.”

[lacunasbalustrade]

types of people: sources of light.  bold  what  applies,  italicize what  sort  of  applies! Reblog or repost, up to you. Reposted from an rp blog.

@melting-morning-blues @thehistorynut19 @mu1m1-yum3

sun rays.   effervescent smiles. dandelion puffs.   bare feet.   beach waves.   flowers pressed into books. champagne glasses.  rose-gold eye shadow.  boho skirts.   wire-rimmed glasses. hair in loose waves.   kaleidoscope eyes.  sunshine in your hair.   fire in your soul.

incandescent bulbs.   crop tops.  floral print.  dancing in the rain.   quiet defiance. hand-knit beanies.  rosé.  painted bookmarks.  marble floors.  cirrus clouds against a blue sky.   polaroid pictures. hands held. fingers intertwined. flower crowns. baby bluebirds.

stardust.   lace bralettes.   brisk breezes.   jasmine-scented perfume.   books with yellowed pages.   tracking constellations.   sterling silver.   violin music.   chess games.   iced coffee.  glittery dresses.   high heels.   secret grins.  midnight meetings.  wishing upon a star.

candle flames.   denim jackets.   gladiator sandals.  braided hair.   messenger bags. movies at the cinema.   stolen kisses.  wax-sealed envelopes. haiku poetry.   cherry wood. succulents.   fountain pens.  jigsaw puzzles.   soft tired eyes.   hidden smiles.   cuddling with someone you trust.

moonbeams.   newspapers. over-sized sweaters.  dancing shadows.   fleece throws. cutoff shorts. piano chords.  red wine. messy buns.   embossed journals.   a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks.  freshly fallen snow.   tranquil solitude.   burning incense. light hair & dark skin.

auroras.   combat boots.   burgundy lips.   infectious laughter.  spiral-bound notebooks. pencils used down to the stub. ripped jeans.  painted nails. cloud-watching.  summer thunderstorms. hiking trails.  vinyl records. film cameras.  skating on a frozen lake.   hot chocolate by the fire.

fireworks.   dancing until the break of dawn.   heelys.   being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend. the euphoria of soaring through the air. being excited for what the future holds. group hugs. colorful tattoos.  bronzer-highlighted cheeks.   hugging a stuffed animal. lifting a child onto your shoulders. space buns.   bright streaks in your hair.

[roleplayingspinosaurus]

Wolf’s night out (closed starter)

Starter for @byakushisakura-rp​

It was a beautiful night, not a cloud marking the sky, the full moon staring down at the world like a glowing eye. It had been a few hours since the transformation had started, Wester had been waiting eagerly for it to take hold. There was something so extremely freeing about shedding his clothes and instead donning his fur, running into the wild and feeling the dirt beneath his claws. 

And now he was running, darting between trees, chasing scents, following one trail then another, then suddenly he caught a whiff of something he hadn’t smelled before. It seemed that perhaps he was not the only wolf in the forest tonight. He threw back his head and howled, hoping that the other would hear him, excited to see one of his kind.

[thedesignatedheroes]

PSA: New Muse and Several Muses On Hiatus or Low-Activity

OOC: After realizing that I’ve esssentially neglected this blog (as well as other blogs), I figured that it was about time for a major muse change. 

I’ve put several muses on hiatus and/or low-activity mode, and will be introducing a new muse: Rosella of Daventry from the King’s Quest series! I think she’ll be a fun addition to the roster. I’m still currently playing throuhg the games and/or watching playthroughs of the specific games where she’s a protagonist, so I’m completely up to date on her info, but I’ve already added her bio to the muse list if you want to learn a bit about her and will update it as I go!

Active (main muses):

Rosella (King’s Quest)

Leon (Pokemon Sword & Shield)

Iono (Pokemon Scarlet & Violet)

On Low-Activity (meaning I will rarely RP them) are the following:

Larry (Pokemon Scarlet & Violet)

Kirby (Kirby)

Ameri Azazel (Welcome To Demon School, Iruma-kun)

Clara Valac (Welcome To Demon School, Iruma-kun)

On Hiatus (meaning that I won’t be RPing them for the time being):

Laura (Tropical Rouge Precure)

Estelle Bright (Trails In The Sky)

Elodie (Long Live The Queen)

Marin Kitagawa (My Dress-Up Darling)

Princess Syalis (Sleepy Princess In The Demon Castle)

Lily Shirogane (Aikatsu Stars!)

Mao/Hana (Aikatsu Planet)

Thank you to everyone for your patience! I really do appreciate it a lot. Hopefully the new muse and the muse arrangement I have here now will spur me to be a little more active on this blog from hereon. XD

And yes, I’ll be putting up a new blog promo/pinned post in a bit. Stay tuned for that as well!