#wandering-child-rp

[lovely-lotte]

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@wandering-child-rp

To put it plainly, Christine was absolutely miserable. Once she reached the third trimester there wasn’t a single night where she wasn’t woken up by the baby kicking her, either in her abdomen or in her bladder. She felt pretty terrible during her pregnancy with Aria, but this time wad somehow worse given the size of the baby. The midwife said that the baby was a little larger, then Christine feared it could be twins but was reassured by the fact that they didn’t run in her or Erik’s family, as far as she knew, and they would’ve heard another heartbeat. No, not twins, just one baby that apparently had Erik’s height, and she made sure that her husband felt guilty for that. One of the things she was extremely worried about was that she would a caesarian, it was entirely possible and she was mortified.

It was nearing the end of the summer which was just the cherry on top of the awful cake, the heat was unbearable and Christine couldn’t wait for it all to be over, to finally have her child in her arms. And Aria had grown a lot as well, she was nearing two years old now and was as energetic as ever, Erik had taken over in watching her since she was now on bed rest due to the toll the baby was taking on her.

“You said that last week, and look where I am now.” She wanted to cry as she rubbed her stomach, it seemed like it was never going to end.

[mothsflames]

Genshin Impact Roleplay Request

Hello! I'm searching for people who are 18+ and semi lit or above who would like to do a romance roleplay with a genshin impact ship!

If you're interested at all, like this post or dm me!

[hydrohellian]

when i'm furthest from myself, feeling closer to the stars...

independent, selective, mutuals-only indie portrayal of childe / ajax / tartaglia from hoyoverse's genshin impact. trained by garnet. heavily headcannon based and lore-adjacent. please feel free to give this a like or a reblog to show your interest!

i've been invaded by the dark (can't escape.)

[corruptedbunny-multimuse]

"Very," he agreed, relaxing a little bit.

👼 ((*slides kid m!a rokusho*))

Zizzi had been just flying around the city at the moment. Just kinda looking around the place before she noticed something as she flew over to check them out.

@corruptedbunny-multimuse

[imaginary-grandpa]

This blog features characters of the Prime Dimension in a different CFC and centers around its version of Rick and Morty.

[This is admin's first rp blog. Intro post is subject to change as time goes on.]

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One night, a strange man appeared in a family’s garage. A child awake late at night wandered around the house when the young boy heard strange noises from the garage. He opens the door to the garage to just crack and finds a man with blue hair. The door creaks as he opens the door a bit more. Two pairs of blue eyes meet.

“Ground rules and shit since I don’t trust any of you chronically online losers.”

- Ask box is open, so feel free to ask whatever. I’ll answer them when I feel like it.

- Basic DNI criteria, but let’s be honest, no one really gives a fuck.

- If I see any proshippers, it’s on fucking sight. Fucking perverted degenerates…

“I’ll add a FAQ if I see people asking the same shit enough times.”

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Inspirations of this blog are mentioned in this post here.

Admin: @out-of-the-curve [Admin is a minor, so please try to keep things sfw. I try to keep answers as aligned to the character as I can, so apologies if it doesn't exactly what you expected.]

[corruptedbunny-multimuse]

"I noticed," he said, sighing a bit. "I've been trying not to trip on it while I walk."

"...So, what happened to you?" Zizzi would asked him as she crouched down to talk with him. (Rokusho)

The little Medabot sighed. "One of those 'anons'. They said, and I quote, 'Woosh, you are now smol'."

[lovely-lotte]

“I’d know those dazzling eyes anywhere.” From Wandering child Erik

@wandering-child-rp

“Anywhere, my love? Even in all the crowds of Paris?” Christine giggled as she stood with Erik in the corner of the room, the halls of the Opera Garnier filled to the brim with guests for its annual New Years masquerade ball. She rarely went, it was one of the few events where the performers of the Opera House where allowed to attend, although other crew members were left to their own devices backstage, taking drink and food from the masquerade for their own party, Christine May or may not have aided them before in these acts. They had enough.

She wore a long pink gown, one that she never would’ve been able to afford before recently, it had a long, puffy train and was adorned with flowers and lace. Her mask matched, it was made from white lace and had small faux flowers around the edges. Although it covered her face a decent amount, her hair was always a dead give away as to who she was, her long, dark curls were always rather identifiable.

“You spotted me rather quickly, I’m not sure I was able to totally master the ‘mask’ part in masquerade, although I’d say you did quite a good job.”

[musical-chan]

You Make Sure I Always See The Daylight

A Legend of Zelda AU gift fic for @lunarisdeus

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

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

Link was conflicted. 

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

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

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

The voice had whispered to him regardless.

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

He couldn't stop himself from those thoughts. 

He didn't want to. 

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

**********

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

He listened to it. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why are you using something so dangerous?" 

"It's not dangerous."

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

"It's the power of the Goddesses." 

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

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

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

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

Didn't he?

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

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

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

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

"I don't know what you mean."

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

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

She threw him away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Certainly, you know that is not true."

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

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

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

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

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

"Bullshit."

"Such language for a Hero of Hyrule."

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

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

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

"It seemed like you could use the company."

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

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

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

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

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

"Will you stop that!?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No more questions? No more indignant muttering?"

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

**********

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

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

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

"Why does it matter?" 

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

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

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

"To part of him, yes." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If only… 

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

**********

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

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

"You're not looking too good."

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

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

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

"Hmmm."

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

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

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

"It would be difficult."

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

"Link."

"Mmmm?"

"You need help."

"Yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey! What are you doing?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whadda ya–"

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

"Sorry…couldn't fight better."

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

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

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

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

[fordofthefalls]

[OOC: Thanks for the go ahead! Anyway, I offer my boiyo! Gave him his own blog on @aeschylusmaximillianpines soley for RP purposes :D Thinking this might be post-weirdmageddon where everybody's back in gravity falls for the summer?]

The multiverse theory was a doozy in and of itself, an infinite amount of possibilities for anything and everything. As Aeschylus stepped out of the rift with a tired huff, he pulled down the red neckerchief that he'd been using as a makeshift mask. He cringed at the state his coat was in, sure- it's seen better days ever since coming into his possession but he was fairly certain his father would've definitely have dragged it through worse. Fairly certain.

It wasn't a trenchcoat anymore, having altered it to be a windbreaker at best more than a decade ago- but Aeschylus was really thankful for the numerous large pockets his old man had added to it while it was still his. He took out the steel blue fountain pen from the breastpocket of the coat before taking out a blue hardbound from the inside of his coat to jot down a couple things. After a minute, the brunette closed it with a sigh and ran a hand through his brown hair. Some parts already started to lighten and streak grey, he could distinctly remember his siblings teasing him that it was because of stress.

After properly dusting himself off and keeping his belongings, Aeschylus supposed it was time to head home. His brain was running on caffeine and autopilot by now, all the more when he simply walked towards the mystery shack half nodding off. He hadn't noticed that in his semi-conscious brain that he'd wandered into a similar universe- but not home.

"Hey dad! I've got the plant specimen you wanted, gave me hell trying to catch it though. What did you need this mutated Caesar salad for anyway-"

Aeschylus trailed off when he came face to face with the man in question, but something felt off. Sure, it was like staring into an aged mirror- he got used to that- but there was something different. Mismatched eyes squinted at Stanford skeptically.

"Uh... you're not my dad."

[OOC: Here's pictures of him for reference, he doesn't slick his hair back anymore post-weirdmageddon; but he does continue mostly wearing that fit. Like Ford- it's like he only has ONE OUTFIT EVER/j SORRY FOR THE TEXT DUMP IF ANYTHING- THIS IS NORMALLY HOW I RP T^T]

Stanford was sitting at the dining table, tinkering away at a machine, the sound of metal clanging on metal echoing throughout the room. It was late in the evening and the house was quiet, save for the whir of machines. Ford's brow was furrowed, his tongue stuck out the side of his mouth, and his full attention was focused on the task at hand. He was attempting to repair a device that had been damaged while at sea. When he was finished, he leaned back in his chair, setting the screwdriver down with a clatter. He'd have Fidds take a look over it before he switched it back on. (continued below the cut~)

Upon hearing a voice, his eyes snapped up to find Aeschylus. For a moment he just stared, taking in the young man's appearance, his eyes wide. He was a hundred percent sure he didn't have a son. He had just started dating again after all, and... well. His last partner had been a triangular demon from another dimension. Who was this kid?

"Excuse me?" Ford asked, his voice hoarse from disuse, his expression one of utter confusion. "I'm sorry, but I'm not your father." Ford shifted in his seat, his curiosity getting the better of him as he studied the boy closely. It was odd, he thought. The boy did bear a striking resemblance to him. He shook his head, dismissing the idea. He didn't know who his father was, but it wasn't him. He wasn't the type to have kids, and he had no memory of ever being in a relationship that would have led to a child.

His thoughts were racing. Maybe the boy was confused... or some kind of con artist. Or perhaps... this was more multiversal than he thought. After all, when it came to the multiverse, anything was possible. No, this was real. The boy in front of him was a stranger, not his son. Yet he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of connection to him, a pull that was difficult to explain. Perhaps it was the similarity in their appearances, or maybe it was something else.

"Who are you?" Ford finally asked, his tone serious and a little suspicious.

(OOC: Apologies for the wait!)

[wandering-hat-guy]

He got ambushed by a geovishap. The general mahamatra just finished stitching up- and re-bandaging his wound; though because of that I highly doubt that leaving for the Bimarstan right now would be the best idea. Do you have any beds available that he could rest in for the time being?

I'll repay you in any way you need for burdening you with this.

Hey, are you busy by any chance?

Wanderer looked into the little hut while carrying a bleeding out, barely conscious, @thatfoullegacy in his arms.

- @wandering-hat-guy

I am not busy, what happened?

[anomalousroleplay]

𝑻𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔

• 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

• 𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜

• 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

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𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏 / 𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅

[ x ] 𝙾𝚙𝚎�� [ ] 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍

𝑯𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔

#asks - hastag for any asks

#*anon name* - hashtag for anons

#ooc post - hashtag for ooc or mod posts

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𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Hiya!! Welcome to my RP blog!! Here I’ll be doing rp’s for multiple fandoms, some including:

Gravity Falls

Sally Face

Genshin Impact

Deltarune

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Harry Potter

(This content is subject to change)

I won’t be using OC’s as this is a multi fandom RP blog, so you all can call me Sia! (Though if I decide to, I may use OC’s for specific RP characters!)

I do not use messages/other platforms (discord, instagram, etc) to rp! I more prefer using the ask box :)

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DNI! lgbtq-phobia, racists, pro shippers (these are my main dni’s, anything else that makes me uncomfortable will be deleted or you will be blocked!)

BYF! Mod is 17 and is okay with NSFW. If that or my age makes you uncomfortable, please block me or dni!!

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Characters i’m looking to RP with!!

Stanley Pines

Bill Cipher

Stanford Pines

Sal Fisher

Kris Dreemurr

Kinich

Lyney

Neuvillette

Wriothesley

Vox

Adam (Hazbin Hotel)

Lucifer Morningstar

Blitzo

Ron Weasley

Characters i’m not specifically looking for but are welcome!

Mabel Pines (sfw only)

Dipper Pines (sfw only)

Larry Johnson

Ralsei

Wanderer

Childe

Venti

Tighnari

Cyno

Gaming

Freminet

Valentino

Husk

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Gyutaro

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[edwin-stanley-pines]

Dad told me I could do whatever I wanted on my phone as long as I'm not interacting interdimensionally. So I'm gonna do just that. Hello, Internet!!!

[BIG IMPORTANT MOD NOTE DO NOT SKIP THIS UNLESS YOU WANT TO POTENTIALLY GET BLOCKED]

[hey folks. due to some recent discourse in some fellow gf rp blogs, id like to make one thing clear: i. am. human. i have a life outside of tumblr. i have a life outside of rp. i cannot always rp when you want me to. if you try to make me, you will be blocked and reported. i will not hesitate. i will not hesitate to block anyone who is rude and demanding. im still in high school. i am a minor. i do not have the time to be online all the time. thank you for understanding. now on to the rest of the pinned post :3]

[mod note: i finally figured out where in the timeline this blog falls!! this blog takes place a year after weirdmageddon]

Interdimensional Family AU is an AU where, during his travels in the portal, ten years before it's reopened, Ford somehow ends up adopting a child.

Edwin is a shapeshifter, but not the same species of shapeshifter as the one in the show. His species, roughly translated into English, is called the Inkaguri, so named for their ink-like true forms. The Inkaguri, when born, can only shapeshift into one species of their choice. Once they pick, they can only shift between that species and their true form. This species is endangered, only because they tend to pick large, dangerous species to shapeshift into and make themselves bigger targets.

One day, Ford is wandering through a random dimension when he's attacked by a huge beast. He kills it fairly quickly, and it changes from the huge monstrosity that it was to a puddle of colorful goop that's beginning to lose its color. Curious, he wanders into the cave it came out of. In the back of the cave, he finds a shallow, egg-shaped puddle. Beside the puddle, looking as though it just crawled out, was a tiny version of the same ink-like creature outside. It looks up at him, they stare at each other, and then this tiny, newly hatched Inkaguri shifts into a human baby.

Thus Ford became Edwin's father because he killed Edwin's mother. He was... not very excited at first.

[edit: heres the story behind edwins bill!!]

[bills reference! (i used pawborough.com for the reference, art does not belong to me)]

[edwin keeps bill in his coat. dont ask where. thats just where bill is. i promise he has room in there. dont ask how.]

[inkaguri code! edwin will now occasionally speak in inkaguri!!!]

[child bill liam reference! he baby]

Edwin talks like this in his human form.

He talks like this in his true form.

(BILL TALKS LIKE THIS WHEN TALKING TO EDWIN. NO ONE ELSE CAN UNDERSTAND THIS. PLEASE, ANONS, PRETEND YOU CAN'T FOR THE SAKE OF THE ROLEPLAY.)

Ford speaks like this when he occasionally makes his appearance. He will not make one often.

"Ford speaks like this over the phone. He will appear like this more often than he will in person."

Liam talks like this. He's gonna be around more than Ford. He's also soft-spoken, so he rarely yells.

[mod talks like this]

[forgemaster-nyrissa]

//Welcome to the forge, weary traveler! I'm Nyrissa, Nyri or Rissa for short. I drink and I forge things. What did you say, "did the fire just talk?" Oh that's just Ignis, the fire elemental that lives in the forge. He's what helps me forge and enchant all my items!

Basic facts:

Name: Nyrissa Shalkour Age: 30 Height: 8', 2.4m Lineage: Ram demon/human hybrid Vocation: Blacksmith Birthday: May 8th Likes: Spicy food, her homebrewed mead, other technically-minded people Dislikes: Bitter foods, geese (they know their sins yet refuse to repent), people who don't want to pay artisans a fair price

Short bio:

Her mother was tricked by a demon for her firstborn child in exchange for magical prowess; she didn't read the fine print that said he was to be the sire for said child. Her father allowed her to grow in the mortal realm until she turned 13 and her demonic attributes (horns, eyes changing, and her hellish growth spurt) started to manifest. When that happened she was absconded away to the fire circle of hell where she learned demonic forging mostly against her will. She would've ended up hating it if not for her befriending of a fire elemental, Ignis, and making a pact with him: she promised she'd find a way to get them both out of the hells in exchange for his fealty to her.

At 18 she managed to slay her sire and flee the hells to the mortal realm with Ignis hidden in an oil lantern. From there she wandered doing odd jobs until she found herself as an apprentice to an aging blacksmith looking for a successor. Unbeknownst to her, he was a god of smithing in disguise, looking to test her abilities and see if she truly loved the craft.

Upon passing this hidden god's final test to make a blade "the color of flowing water", he finally revealed himself and his true intentions. He told her that her lineage was irrelevant and that the joy of creating should be open to all, and that he looked forward to seeing her spread the joy of blacksmithing to the world.

In parting he gave her three minor blessings: her mind could figure out how to create any item as long as she had a schematic and the raw materials. Her left hand could destroy anything she crafted with her own hands by speaking the item's "true name" and smashing it against the ground. Finally, her right could recall any item she crafted by once again speaking it's "true name".

So what do you say, traveler? Want to stop for awhile and listen to this giant woman ramble on about metal and smithing for a bit?

//Multi-verse friendly RP sideblog of @bluerosetarot. Aspiring vtuber, will link Twitch channel once rebrand is finalized (think of this as a pre-debut lore building blog!) Ask box and messages are always open if you want to collaborate!

[hat-guy-official]

Don’t even mention him. I don’t want to think about any of you anymore.

You’ve said multiple times that you need to do more research in order to avoid being thrown away. Those are your words, not mine.

wait chat so what is going on what are we manifesting IS THERE A DIVISION WHICH SIDE AM I SUPPOSEF TO TAKE BECAUSE THERES LUCIEN ANF ETOILES AND THEN THERES WANDERER AND ETOILES GUYS IM A LITTLE LOST

…What are you talking about?

Etoiles and I are just going to spar. You don’t need to take sides. And I have no idea what Lucien has to do with this, unless he wants to come and watch.

[satora-lhansi]

This post serves as an overview of Satora Lhansi, my WoL OC (and partial self-insert)!

Main Account Name: Satora Lahnsi World: Leviathan, Primal

LP/RP Account Name: Satora Lhansi World: Ultros, Primal

Character Details

Satora Lhansi (spelled "Lahnsi" on official forms due to a mishap - Baderon was quite drunk when she registered for the Adventurer's Guild and he just couldn't get it right; Satora did not notice the mistake until her name was already well known and it was too late to correct it) was born fifth AMAB child to Sato Lhansi. She has four older brothers, two older sisters, and two younger sisters.

Family Details

Hawu Lhansi and Sato'a Lhansi are fraternal twins, both 24 years old at the start of A Realm Reborn.

The men of the family generally leave around age 15-16 to wander and find work, keeping in line with Keeper traditions.

Hawu spends much of her time doting on her younger sisters and helping Sato with household chores. She effectively acts as a second mom.

Sato'to would have been 22 years old at the start of A Realm Reborn. Tragically, no one has heard from him since the calamity. He had set out a mere moon prior to begin his adulthood and none were ever able to get back in contact with him. Whether he perished in the crisis or if he simply was unaware of his own family's survival is unknown.

Sami and Sato'li are fraternal twins. Both were 21 years old at the start of A Realm Reborn. Sato'li ended up staying with the family an extra year to help make sure everyone was going to be ok after the fall of Dalamud. Sami is a skilled huntress, training the younger girls and leading them on hunting trips. She is stern, but cares deeply for her sisters.

Sato'sae is a skittish child, the fall of Dalamud just moons before he came of age to set out on his own resulted in his outright refusal to do so. As a result, he ended up clinging to Sato'li and traveling alongside his elder brother once he left the tribe. Sato'li is thankfully very understanding and protective of his younger brother, and the two are never found without each other. Sato'sae was 19 years older at the time of the start of A Realm Reborn.

Satora came out at age 15, increasingly uncomfortable with her progressing puberty. Her family was largely accepting (if not understanding) save for Sato'a who seemed uncomfortable at best. By far the most supportive member of her family was Lho, her youngest sister. Days before her 18th nameday, Satora set out to Limsa Lominsa to enroll in the Arcanist's guild in the hopes that learning magic unfamiliar to the Twelveswood would help her family to adapt to the increasingly hostile environment and improve their hunt. She also hoped to find work there as an Adventurer to send money back to her family.

Poki was 16 years old at the start of A Realm Reborn. The second youngest of the family, she is extremely excitable at all times and inseparable from her younger sister Lho. Once Satora left, Poki and Lho decided that they would do their best to pick up the slack in their elder sister's absence and support Sami in her hunts.

Lho was 15 years old at the start of A Realm Reborn. The youngest of the family, she adores Satora and sees her as inspiring. She is inseparable from Poki, the two of them going on frequent hunts together while Satora is out earning money to send home. When Satora helped form the Crystal Braves, Poki and Lho set out to join them to follow in their sister's footsteps.

Critical Events

Fall of Dalamud: The youngest children were out on a hunting trip led by Sami in the Central Shroud. They were nearly overwhelmed by panicking and fleeing Anoles, not common to the area. A passing adventurer saved them, fending off the Anoles and guiding them back to their home between the East and South Shroud. Satora was inspired by this man, using his strange magicks. The man kindly offered her an old Arcanist's tome and told her of the Arcanist's guild where she could learn to fight as he does.

Bloody Banquet: Poki and Lho were cornered by the traitors in the Rising Stones. Fearing for her sister's safety, Poki used herself as a shield to give Lho an opening to escape. Poki did not survive, while Lho returned home, traumatized by what had occurred. Satora has yet to visit her family, feeling immense guilt for what her younger sisters went through, both for forming the Crystal Braves and for being the reason they joined in the first place.

[divineordiabolical]

ALONE AGAIN, NATURALLY— the Beginnings of an RP.

The monastery felt cavernous, even when its usual population accustomed the miserable space. Although now, with everyone swept away on that long, ambiguous pilgrimage Asya was ashamed to only know about so recently, the feeling was akin to that of standing in the hollowed heart of some stone giant— with almost nothing but the soft, echoing constance of her own pulse to keep Asya company. Heightened to the point of it rendered unbearable.

Father Matthias’ gaze laid upon her, the aged wrinkles and established tensions of his face softened by the candlelight as his towering height bent to her modest stature. "You understand, Asya," he commanded, his tone gentle but unbending, like he was sealing her fate with every syllable of his edict— understood to her as imperative and indomitable, never to be disobeyed. "No wandering into the tower, no excursions into the garden after dusk. And, of course," his words are firm, though the edge of it melts when he reaches out to touch her cheek, fingers lingering upon her face with a warmth that contrasted the cold air creeping in, inevitable to his nearing absence, "you mustn’t let anyone in."

Deliberate in the way she made him endure no silence, she nodded promptly, although with a certain anxiety. Asya felt a pang of quiet panic, threading through her chest like a string of thunder. She didn’t want him to go— the image of him in haste to prepare for his departure and now, bidding farewell had elicited a sudden longing to pull him back before he could even leave. He was overbearing, unsettlingly watchful, and to be the subject of his control rendering her faculties unstable. But oh, wasn’t that better than being alone?

“Yes, Father,” her lips curl, the smile feeling thin, strained— unable to say more, her melancholy choking her utterance. Don’t go, please. I need you here. Isn’t that what you want?

As if in silent discernment, Father Matthias’s eyes bore into her— kind, but distant, the way one might look upon a beloved relic, bound to its place and purpose. “Be good, child,” his thumb left her cheek, leaving goose flesh in the wake of its warmth— the words perfunctory and meaningless in their cold finality. Perhaps that was on purpose.

Asya watched as he left, looking tortured. He turned and strode to the doors, his heavy steps echoing in the stillness. With a deep, scraping groan, the grand doors closed, and the locks bolted shut behind him. An immediate chill swept through the archways. The silence deepened, settling like a weight on her shoulders, pressing her into stillness.

A single candle flickered on the altar, casting a faint glow against the dark stone. The walls stretched around her like the bloating, ancient stomach of some long-dead, grotesque, rotted creature. Dead. And, in that vast, empty quiet, Asya felt the strange, creeping sense of horror that she was alone. Entirely, alone.