#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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[aaron-ring-greenlantern]

OPEN RP

CW: Mild mentions of blood and injuries from fights; swearing

You’re walking through the woods, trying to get out into nature and escape from the noise and gloom of the big city. As you hike the trail, a burst of green light shoots across the sky and crash not too far from where you stand. You break away from the path and trek up a hill to see a small area carved out by the crash landing. You see a Green Lantern lying unconscious on the ground with blood covering him. He notices you are there, but is so out of it he can’t even make a motion of acknowledgement.

— Shit. — he manages to cough out, spitting blood onto the ground.

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[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~

[tracer-of-stardust]

“A child of an eternal cycle . One that will never stop . One that will never let her rest.”

“ She will rebirth and die , again and again , helping others grow while leaving her in the dust , tracing the remains of what used to be herself , stardust .”

If I… talk to thee, will I ever see the sun again?

Will I ever see my… “Star” … again?

As much as the child wanted the answer to be yes, they knew, they would always stay in the cycle of rebirth, once whole, but now only a mere piece of what she used to be.

Constellation name : Tracer of stardust/ One who lives in the stars.

Pronouns: She/Her

Age:???

Personality : Curious , playful , yet quiet a lot of the time . She like to spend her time slowly tracing the trails of comets and watching stars twinkle in the sky.

Lore: I can’t write shit but I’ll try.

Looks: She is a child with white skin and white hair, her outfit is usually a dress that is a light blue, pale yellow, and periwinkle on it. Most of the time she’s the form of a four point star.( click on picture for better quality.)

|| Hello!!! This is an oc RP blog from ORV, because I’m making myself delusional by thinking,“Hey! If I were in there I’d ensure Kim Dokja would live happily!”

|| Yes , I have gone through all of the side stories and main story…

Rules :

1 . no nsfw asks this oc is a goddamn minor

2 . Common sense . But honestly that’s a tall order for all of us

3 . HAVE FUN!!!

[worldoshaking]

i improvised a little song for RP today! (also on ao3)

I heard a river running by; I watched a jewelled morpho fly.  An odder vision caught my eye: A moogle on the moon.  A boat descended from the sky.  I asked the boatman, ”How and why?” He said, ”Step on and don’t be shy.” We flew up to the moon. I met a moogle in the sky, And offered him a cup of chai. He couldn’t stop; he had to fly, For it was afternoon. I saw a flower growing high, Greener than the evening sky.  It winked at me as it went by, All around the moon.  I trailed my fingers in the sky; The boatman heaved a mellow sigh.  I said, ”Why don’t we go up high? We needn’t come back soon.” We met the moogle by and by. He said, ”How did you get so high?” He offered us an apple pie Upon the whirling moon.

[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

[venus-salam-the-puppet]

From Cain Sawyer, not RP but instead a request:

A little curly haired boy raises his hand, struggling to meet your gaze. His boots are getting covered in dirt as he shuffles his feet. When he speaks, there is an obvious central Texas drawl. “C-Can I…”, he trails off, struggling with his words. He glances out a nearby window, at a green landscape populated by scrub brush, long grasses, mesquite trees and dogwood, interrupted by a ramshackle barbed wire and wood fence against a blue expanse of sky. Momentarily stumped for words, he utters a low whine, not unlike the sound of a pig’s squeal and toys with the end of his shirt. There is an expression on his face as he looks out the window that seems to say that he wants to hear a story about his family, hanging around out there when they were little. Finally, he manages to tear his gaze away from the window and adds, “Papa…? Uncles? … Chicken?”. It sounds as if he is wanting to hear about the family’s first chicken.

(Translation: Cute story about Nubbins, Bubba and Chop Top as kids with a chicken please?)

*bonds my puppet legs to look down at him*

Sure sweetie

(below cut)

Let's see

You uncles had a chciken they name Missy before getting bored of it

That when your daddy came to rise Missy

So ofc the boys often got attack and your daddy would try to stop it

They also would giggling and laugh at anyone who try to take away the chicken from your daddy

He would attack to

Oh well

[paradoxoflucidity]

KEVIN GRAHAM is getting ready for a dreaming rest.

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[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?”

[leocadian]

writing snippets :] (ft. isadora)

an opener i wrote for a light fantasy/occult victorian rp where my partner's character is a cult leader - [1006 words]

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It was late evening when Isadora stepped outside the townhouse, her dark fur shawl doing little to protect her aching bones from the Winter chill. Despite her brother's warning about wandering the streets after dark, she did not heed his words, Isadora sought more than the confinement of pacing the drawing room and praying at the foot of her bed, hoping her slow descent into madness would soon cease.

In any other situation, she would have been averse to seek respite outside of her home. But boredom gave way to restlessness, and no amount of painting or idle prayer could quell her spirit–not when she needed God to guide her, to convince her that it truly was nothing but a figment of her imagination.

Back then, she brushed it off as nothing. Perhaps it was the cold seeping into her weary body, or a mere trick of the light. Anything to dissuade her that it could have been a real, breathing person on her trail.

Isadora had first noticed it weeks ago. A presence at the edge of her vision—a figure lost in the tide of men clad in black, gloved hands disappearing beneath long coats, a silhouette dissolving before she could truly confirm it was there at all. In the marketplace, at the opera, even within the confines of her own drawing room, she felt it. A pressure. A whisper of breath too close, even though she was certain she was alone.

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“Carlotta,” Isadora murmured, glancing worriedly at her maid. She stared outside the window of the drawing room, the view of her usually resplendent garden doing little to calm her frayed nerves. In the dim light of morning, there was hardly anything to see but birds nesting in the trees, the cloudy sky blanketing the estate in muted tones. “There is something I need to ask of you.” “Yes, my lady?” Her maid replied, pausing her needlepoint as she looked over the lens of her pince-nez, following her gaze to the garden.

“You don’t see anyone out there, do you? Nobody… watching me?” Her voice was tremulous, her body unable to stop trembling in fright as if anticipating something to jump out at her.

Her maid had a keen eye, but after a detailed survey of the outdoor landscape, she saw nothing. Nothing at all.  “Not that I can… see.” Carlotta frowned with a tilt of her head. “If you’d like, I can go outside and manually check–”

But she was sure there had been a figure there, right by the hedges and her beloved camellias. Someone lurking behind the tree, just waiting to be caught.

“No. It’s quite alright. Perhap I… just simply need to rest,” Isadora murmured, but it was more to herself than anything.

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Isadora could never put a name or an identity to those beady sets of eyes. Surely just a trick of some sort? she thought with a wave of her hand. Who in their right mind would want anything to do with her? She was a middle-aged woman with grey streaks forming around her temples and a lopsided gait–yet she could never brush off the unease that settled in her stomach every time she set foot outside.

Isadora Vanderburgh moved through the cobbled streets with the calculated grace of a woman bred for elegance, but beneath her heavy silk skirts and corseted frame, she was unraveling at the seams. The sensation of eyes—unseen but omnipresent—had become her shadow, clinging to her as persistently as the damp London chill.

She made her way through the winding passages of the city that she knew like the back of her hand.

Tonight, the uneasiness was unbearable. The streets seemed endless, stretching and twisting beyond reason. The evening fog curled around her like grasping fingers, swallowing the sound of her footsteps so that only the echo remained. Perhaps if she stilled for a moment, she could hear the sound of another beside her. But she dared not stop–almost tripping over her own skirts as she quickened her pace. 

The gaslights above her head shuddered, casting a grotesque mockery of her own shape along the walls—only, was it hers? Or was there another one, taller, just behind?

But as she approached the steps of her beloved sanctuary, her gloved hands began to tremble. She reached for the heavy church door and it opened without struggle, the oiled hinges betraying no sound from within. The altar called out for her, empty but for the ghosts of flickering candlelight and the scent of melting wax. The air was thick with incense, suffocating in its sweetness. Here, at least, the world could not touch her.

But her legs were akin to that of a newborn foal, weighed down by lead.

Isadora stumbled forward and fell to her knees before the altar, her breathing unsteady. Her whispered prayers spiralled up towards the vaulted ceiling, slipping between wooden beams like supplications left unheard. The whalebone of her corset dug into her skin at the odd angle she remained prostrated, her hands clasped tightly in prayer. Although her dress was a stark emerald, the same colour of blooming leaves, it looked almost charcoal in the dim light, her neckline high to hide the marks on her throat.

But she was too deep in prayer to hear anything but her own roaring thoughts, the beginning of a headache forming behind her eyes and causing her head to throb in agony.

Her head snapped up as the howl of the wind thrashed against the building, her hazel eyes levelled to the ceiling.

And then a faint sound of something unmistakable—something that had confirmed one of her darkest fears.

A footstep. And then two, and then three—

Not the imagined kind. Not the fear-borne trick of an overburdened mind. The real, deliberate press of a boot sounding against creaky floorboards. 

The next exhale left her lungs in a shudder, her blood turning to ice as she cradled her rosary to her chest, her body trembling in thinly-veiled terror.

She was not alone.

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[a post/reply i was proud of... partner's character is a brawler] - 436 words

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Isadora stood enraptured as the man tossed back glass after glass of whiskey, her curiosity piqued by the blood that covered the man’s body–but not a single wince of pain showed for it. She was hesitant to speak, her brows furrowed in concentration as she thought of her next plan of action. The man’s back to her was turned, and there was no use peopled-watching any longer. Her legs were beginning to get tired.

The establishment itself was nothing to write home about, but she had to squint to see in the dim light, her head craning to make out any other details on his face–utter exhaustion etched onto his features. Even amidst the crowd–nobody seemed to pay any attention to the victor of the match, as if it was just any ordinary day other than someone being beaten almost to death as entertainment for the masses. Isadora burned with the weight of her questions, wanting to accuse and condemn the man for such barbaric cruelty. To willingly engage in such violence, and for what reason?

“Do you intend to loiter there all day, lass?” The bartender called out, his voice betraying just the slightest hint of irritation. He looked at her, raising an eyebrow as the dirty rag he was holding seemed to smear more grease around the glasses he was paid to clean. 

‘No–not at all.” Isadora merely shook her head in response, pushing herself off the wall to sit in the spot next to the man.The stool itself was far from the comfortable, plush settees she was used to–but it would do for now. She ordered the cheapest ale on the menu, nursing her drink and peering into it like a well.

After taking a sip of her glass, she looked over at the strange man–wondering if he would even notice her speaking to him. His expression was difficult to discern and place, the frown between his brows almost a permanent fixture in the way his muscles were set.

“Do you ever get used to the sounds your opponents make when you break their bones?” Isadora asked, although not unkindly. Her voice was soft and accented, her inflections half-finished and crooked in the unusual way she spoke. “Are you not afraid of killing them? It seems utterly barbaric to me, what you do.”

She paused to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, her dark hair a shadowy cascade that gently framed her face in a neat and tidy loose up-do. When the man looked over at her, she could only pray that he didn’t see right through her flimsy façade.

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[under0-0s]

--- A MULTIVERSAL NARRATIVE--- (not an rp)

Universe Earth 616, Planet Titan, Quantum Realm. Maybe a vision. A dream.

(listen to the music for a better reading experience.)

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The battlefield is chaos. Smoke clogs the air, rising from the wreckage of ships and the torn earth beneath them. Fires rage unchecked, throwing angry shadows across the bodies of the fallen. Explosions ripple in the distance like thunderclaps, each one making the ground tremble. The screams of combatants and the clash of weapons echo all around me. It’s a war zone unlike anything I’ve ever seen—a clash not just of armies but of realities, ideals, and the desperate will to survive.

I push higher into the sky, the HUD in my helmet trying to make sense of the madness below. Red markers flash everywhere, enemy signatures swarming across the terrain. The gauntlet is still out there, and the stakes couldn’t be higher. My suit feeds me updates, but my thoughts are already racing ahead.

Friday’s voice cuts through the noise. “Something just entered the upper atmosphere.”

I barely have time to register the warning when I see it. A streak of light tearing through the sky, fiery and fast, heading straight for us. It looks like a comet—a burning trail of energy blazing across the heavens. For a second, I think we’re done for, that something worse than Thanos has arrived.

The streak shifts course suddenly, slamming into the Sanctuary-2. The explosion is immediate and massive, tearing a hole clean through Thanos’s warship. Fire and debris rain down like falling stars. The ship shudders, engines detonating one by one, until it starts to list in the air.

And then she appears.

Carol Danvers.

She emerges from the wreckage, glowing with an intensity that makes the air itself seem to tremble. Her entire body radiates power, her form cutting through the chaos like a meteor. She doesn’t stop. She rockets back through the ship, tearing apart what’s left of its structure, the glow around her intensifying as she moves.

When she’s finished, the Sanctuary-2 is little more than a crippled husk, its engines sputtering out as it begins to fall from the sky. Carol’s glow fades as she descends to the battlefield, her body visibly sagging from exhaustion, but her focus never wavers.

I follow her movements, watching as she lands in front of Peter Parker. The kid looks dazed, barely holding onto the gauntlet that’s almost as big as he is. He stares up at her, his face a mix of awe and confusion.

“Uh... hey,” he stammers. “I’m Peter Parker.”

Carol doesn’t miss a beat. “Hey, Peter Parker,” she says, her voice steady despite the battle raging around her. “You got something for me?”

Peter hands her the gauntlet, his gaze darting nervously to the swarm of enemies closing in. “I don’t know how you’re gonna get it through all that...”

But before he can finish, reinforcements arrive. Wanda steps forward, her hands glowing with crimson energy. Shuri and Okoye flank her, weapons raised. Gamora, Nebula, Valkyrie, Hope, and Pepper join them, forming an unbreakable line.

“She’s got help,” Okoye says, her voice calm and resolute.

Carol looks at them, a flicker of gratitude crossing her face before she tucks the gauntlet under her arm and takes off. The women of Marvel move as one, carving a path through Thanos’s army with precision and ferocity.

But then I see him.

Thanos.

He’s watching them, tracking their movements with the cold, calculating gaze of a predator. He knows where they’re headed. I follow his line of sight and see it—the van. Scott’s Quantum Tunnel is humming to life, the final piece of our plan.

Thanos doesn’t hesitate. He grabs a spear and starts running, his massive frame cutting through the chaos like a battering ram.

I shout a warning, but it’s too late. The spear flies through the air, hitting its mark with devastating accuracy. The van explodes in a blinding flash, the shockwave knocking Carol and Scott to the ground. The Quantum Tunnel is gone.

The gauntlet lands in the dirt, unprotected.

Everything slows.

Thor, Steve, and I see it at the same time. The gauntlet is just lying there, and we know what’s at stake. Thanos sees it too.

We move.

Thor’s hammer flies past me as Steve charges in with his shield. I follow close behind, my suit straining as I push it to its limits. We collide with Thanos in a desperate attempt to stop him. The clash is brutal. He knocks Thor aside with a swing of his massive arm, kicks Steve down like he’s nothing, and swats me away with a blow that rattles my entire body.

I hit the ground hard, gasping for air, but I can’t stop. I can’t let this happen.

Thanos slips the gauntlet onto his hand, the stones locking into place. Their energy flares, lighting up the battlefield like a second sun.

He raises his hand, triumphant.

“I am... inevitable,” he says, his voice cold and final.

He snaps his fingers.

Nothing happens.

Confusion flickers across his face as he turns the gauntlet over, realizing the stones are gone.

And then he sees me.

I’m on my knees, my body trembling under the weight of what I’ve just done. The nanobots in my suit shift and reform, the Infinity Stones locking into place on my own gauntlet. Their power surges through me, searing every nerve, filling my veins with fire.

It hurts. God, it hurts more than anything I’ve ever felt. But I don’t stop.

I meet his gaze, the determination in my chest burning brighter than the pain.

“And I... am Iron Man,” I say, my voice steady and unyielding.

I snap my fingers.

The power explodes outward, tearing through the battlefield. The army begins to disintegrate, their forms crumbling to ash. Ships vanish from the sky, weapons falling silent. Thanos’s forces are gone in an instant, their atoms scattered to the wind.

Thanos himself stands alone, watching as his empire collapses around him. For a moment, he just stares, his expression unreadable. Then he sits, his massive shoulders slumping as he accepts the inevitable.

His form flickers and fades, the dust of his body carried away by the wind.

It’s over.

But the cost...

I fall back against the roots of a shattered tree, my body broken, my vision swimming. Every breath is a struggle, the weight of the stones taking its toll. I can feel my life slipping away, the energy consuming me from the inside out.

Rhodey is the first to reach me. He kneels beside me, his face etched with grief. “Tony...” he says softly, his voice cracking.

Peter is next. The kid kneels at my side, his hands trembling as he grips mine. “Mr. Stark, we won,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “You did it... we’re gonna be okay...”

I want to tell him I’m proud of him, that he’s going to do great things, but the words won’t come.

Then Pepper is there. She kneels beside me, her hand on my face, her eyes searching mine.

“Tony,” she says, her voice steady but full of pain. “We’re going to be okay. You can rest now.”

Her words cut through the haze, soothing the fire in my chest. I look at her, and for a moment, everything feels lighter.

The pain fades. The world grows quiet.

And I let go.

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[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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Nonverbal RP Starters | 🤙 Bump into my muse

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.