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Oh! Uh, thanks, Kid!! You always know what I like!

Happy Birthday, Wriothesley!

So eager to summon me to the Pankration Ring, are you planning to show off the results of your recent training?

Hold on, just a second. All contestants must thoroughly check their gear before the match begins.

This coat... Hmm, best leave it in the spectator stands. Who knows, by the time we're done, it might end up with some more stickers.

How many do you think there'll be? Care to make a wager?

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Makuni may know she was more than one person, she may know that people looked down upon her for that, even at such a young age, but the thing she knew with the most certainty is that there would always be precious flowers—people—whom adored every part of her.

A Makuni OC Roleplay blog by Sydney. Non-cannon compliant, SFW only.

(Link to the pinned post here - Art is by caffeine)

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❝Aha, glad to hear it excites you, kid.❞ Wriothesley lingered, shifting his wait and toying with his handcuffs before asking, ❝Now, ready for quick training before it starts? The ring should have some space at least. I’ll spot you if you’d like?❞

*It was a nice day in the Fortress. Everything seemed to be going smoothly and nobody was complaining today. Plus, it was your adoptive son, Bailey’s 7th official match in the Fortress’s fighting ring. He was only 14, but with your training, had held his record and hadn���t lost a single fight since he’d started.*

*you could hear the excited little clicks of his paws on the floor as he paced around his room, devising a strategy probably. Then Sigewinne’s voice as she made him sit down so she could do his pre-match checkup.*

*he was lying on his bed, being checked for wounds or damage when you came in.*

-@boxer-boi

Wriothesley walked closer, arms crossed, posture open and prideful smile of his face.

❝Hey, you. And hi there, Sige.❞ Wriothesley referred to Bailey first, voice fond, keeping himself from ruffling the boy’s hair. Afterwards he greeted Sigewinne, happy and cheery as always. He squeezed her shoulder, careful not to impede her work. ❝How are you two doing? Any nerves, Bailey? I can try to help, if so.❞

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❝Haha. Yeah, kid, ‘course. I think your competition is…first off a Sumeru Eremite. And…you know what? A little bird told me if you get to the finals…you may just have a chance to fight me. Up for it?❞

Wriothesley motioned at Sigewinne to give Bailey space, and she did so immediately, giggling softly.

❝Do be careful though, cockiness may serve you at first, but after awhile humble words will serce you better. Both in and out of the ring. You mean well though, Bai.❞ Wriothesley grinned, extending his fist in front of his son.

*It was a nice day in the Fortress. Everything seemed to be going smoothly and nobody was complaining today. Plus, it was your adoptive son, Bailey’s 7th official match in the Fortress’s fighting ring. He was only 14, but with your training, had held his record and hadn’t lost a single fight since he’d started.*

*you could hear the excited little clicks of his paws on the floor as he paced around his room, devising a strategy probably. Then Sigewinne’s voice as she made him sit down so she could do his pre-match checkup.*

*he was lying on his bed, being checked for wounds or damage when you came in.*

-@boxer-boi

Wriothesley walked closer, arms crossed, posture open and prideful smile of his face.

❝Hey, you. And hi there, Sige.❞ Wriothesley referred to Bailey first, voice fond, keeping himself from ruffling the boy’s hair. Afterwards he greeted Sigewinne, happy and cheery as always. He squeezed her shoulder, careful not to impede her work. ❝How are you two doing? Any nerves, Bailey? I can try to help, if so.❞

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*It was a nice day in the Fortress. Everything seemed to be going smoothly and nobody was complaining today. Plus, it was your adoptive son, Bailey’s 7th official match in the Fortress’s fighting ring. He was only 14, but with your training, had held his record and hadn’t lost a single fight since he’d started.*

*you could hear the excited little clicks of his paws on the floor as he paced around his room, devising a strategy probably. Then Sigewinne’s voice as she made him sit down so she could do his pre-match checkup.*

*he was lying on his bed, being checked for wounds or damage when you came in.*

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Wriothesley walked closer, arms crossed, posture open and prideful smile of his face.

❝Hey, you. And hi there, Sige.❞ Wriothesley referred to Bailey first, voice fond, keeping himself from ruffling the boy’s hair. Afterwards he greeted Sigewinne, happy and cheery as always. He squeezed her shoulder, careful not to impede her work. ❝How are you two doing? Any nerves, Bailey? I can try to help, if so.❞

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Uh huh, sure.

@amilkshakeadaykeepsthenurseaway Sige, is this Neuvillette? I don’t think so. I think it’s your sisters.

We- ilovemrwriothelessysosomuchandwehaveteaeveryweekendandweholdhandsandnfrolic inthesun…

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Ahaha! Alright, then! I’ll prepare it for next visit!

With milk too, that’s a new one! Sounds good, I’ll test-run it with Sige.

Wriothesley?

Why don’t we go out for an outing. Just me and you. Perhaps with Sigewinne, if you don’t want to ‘hang out’ without her.

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Ah! Hey there, Neuvillette! I didn’t expect a message from you so early, but all the more pleasing it is!

Outing? Sure. I think Sigewinne is a bit exhausted from getting back her last night from visiting you and the Melusines in Merusea and the court, but I’ll ask her if you’d like. I’m fine hanging out one-on-one, though!

Anyway, thanks for reaching out! I always love hearing from and about you.

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Oh, dear goodness, now they know how to reply to pre-existing posts…

Um, would any of you behind that device like me to send tea with Neuvillette when he can next time? I know you guys and Sige like that sweet blend. I’ll even include those little sugar crystals you like to see melt in it.

Wriothesley?

Why don’t we go out for an outing. Just me and you. Perhaps with Sigewinne, if you don’t want to ‘hang out’ without her.

- @definitely-not-the-hydro-dragon

Ah! Hey there, Neuvillette! I didn’t expect a message from you so early, but all the more pleasing it is!

Outing? Sure. I think Sigewinne is a bit exhausted from getting back her last night from visiting you and the Melusines in Merusea and the court, but I’ll ask her if you’d like. I’m fine hanging out one-on-one, though!

Anyway, thanks for reaching out! I always love hearing from and about you.

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Um.

@definitely-not-the-hydro-dragon is this the Melusines? So glad they do not know how to find @ mentions.

We- ilovemrwriothelessysosomuchandwehaveteaeveryweekendandweholdhandsandnfrolic inthesun…

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Wriothesley?

Why don’t we go out for an outing. Just me and you. Perhaps with Sigewinne, if you don’t want to ‘hang out’ without her.

- @definitely-not-the-hydro-dragon

Ah! Hey there, Neuvillette! I didn’t expect a message from you so early, but all the more pleasing it is!

Outing? Sure. I think Sigewinne is a bit exhausted from getting back her last night from visiting you and the Melusines in Merusea and the court, but I’ll ask her if you’d like. I’m fine hanging out one-on-one, though!

Anyway, thanks for reaching out! I always love hearing from and about you.

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Starter:

In the warmth of the Sumeru forest and desert, in the midst of autumn, things were changing. No one felt it, not even elemental lifeforms or the Archon, Kusinali-Nahida.

One night, in a dark sterile lab, a man walked in, boots quietly making noice upon the tile. His mind was upon the thing which he had worked so very hard to achieve, and his eye was on the thing which would make it a reality.

He walked up to a workspace-a desk-and looked at a small component, no bigger than a hand. He smiled, perhaps cruelly at what his machinations would achieve.

He picked it up, a glowing leaf, clearly tampered with as it was not supposed to be the red glow it emitted, and placed it upon his ear.

It was then that the Doctor, Zandik-though widely known as |I Dottore-clasped his hands behind his back, posture straight and spoke. His voice was crisp and clear, filled with determination as he did so.

"Enable plan 39394. Code-name: Negligence."

And with that, the whole of Sumeru fell into a deep sleep.

Otherwise known, as a Samsara...

"G̴̟͇̔o̴̹̽ͅọ̷͈͌̀d̷̯̈́ͅ ń̷̘͙͚͊̀̽i̴̡̪̩͚̋g̶̢̖͕̭̜̀̓͑ḩ̵̲͈̯̓̓t̸̨̒́̐, S̶̛͙̠͕͈̪͈̱̉̏̅̂̊̈͝ư̸̦͍̦̲͉͔̮̈́̈̊̄̿̑͗͜m̸̛͓̟͎̭̩͇̟̈́͒͐͌̉ͅë̵̢̤͓̥́͐r̷͉̙͔̈̋͆͂̆̆͗͋u̸͎̖̮͈͕͓̥̭̖̾̉͌̚ ợ̴̧̭̻̺̻͈̫̟̎̓̃̿̽͐͠ͅf̵̡̛̺̟͚͚̹̖̻̋̏̃̃͊̑͛͆ F̵̡̢̛̤̼̦̮̰̙͚̀͒̓̅̂̀̊̆̍̆͑͒͗͋̏͆̿̓̄̌̈̔͐̒̐̀͘͘͘ͅó̶̢̥̥̬̬̺̠͖͉̯̣̖̟̍̌̋̊͋̉͝ơ̵̬̭̳͉͎͙͇̩̬̰͈̥̭̗̲̰̙̖̿̽̈́̌͋̈̏̈́̀͋́́̏̈̊̈́̓͜͜͝͝͠͝͠ͅl̵̡̙̮̘̗̩̙͚̩̞̺͈͖͐̿̓̎͂̄̾̄̋̓̊̌̀̒̓͋̏̈́̐̑̽̇͘͘̚͜͝͝͠͝s̸̜̥̜̬̲̞̘̠̟̰͂̒̋̓͐́͊̎̄̓̃̂̓͌͋͊͑̀͋͠"

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UPDATE

The Sumeru 2024 Halloween event, dubbed the “Sumeru Zombie Apocalypse Event" will start TODAY.

SUBMISSION TIME HAS ALSO BEEN EXTENDED TO THE END OF THE EVENT (the 31st of Oct). Please keep this in mind.

We also have some notes to share with this community and the people who have joined.

Such as the lore me and @kavzz have been working on pertaining to how the zombies got into Sumeru!

I’ll also include a starter prompts for anyone a little lost with their rp (and an identical post so you can reblog it in the start of your rps, including the zombie lore and starter).

Lore:

Dottore, in his lab after the Sumeru AQ got his hands on some defunct Akasha terminals. He tinkered with them, eventually making a new Samsara Cycle/Dream, covering all of Sumeru once more, no one the wiser. This Samsara infected a few people (maybe ten at most) who became Zombies. They went on to infect citizens until the end of the Samsara.

The symptoms the Zombies were inflicted with are as follows:

Time Dilation/time slowing down as their condition progresses.

The cold, hard fact that at some point they will infect another, hard as they may try to avoid it.

And the laws of the Samsara, chosen carefully by Dottore are as follows:

If you die within the Samsara/Dream when it ends you will return to reality in a heavily weakened and in-pain body, though not deceased.

Starter:

In the warmth of the Sumeru forest and desert, in the midst of autumn, things were changing. No one felt it, not even elemental lifeforms or the Archon, Kusinali—Nahida.

One night, in a dark sterile lab, a man walked in, boots quietly making noice upon the tile. His mind was upon the thing which he had worked so very hard to achieve, and his eye was on the thing which would make it a reality.

He walked up to a workspace—a desk—and looked at a small component, no bigger than a hand. He smiled, perhaps cruelly at what his machinations would achieve.

He picked it up, a glowing leaf, clearly tampered with as it was not supposed to be the red glow it emitted, and placed it upon his ear.

It was then that the Doctor, Zandik—though widely known as Il Dottore—clasped his hands behind his back, posture straight and spoke. His voice was crisp and clear, filled with determination as he did so.

"Enable plan 39394. Code-name: Negligence."

And with that, the whole of Sumeru fell into a deep sleep.

Otherwise known, as a Samsara…

"G̴̟͇̔o̴̹̽ͅọ̷͈͌̀d̷̯̈́ͅ ń̷̘͙͚͊̀̽i̴̡̪̩͚̋g̶̢̖͕̭̜̀̓͑ḩ̵̲͈̯̓̓t̸̨̒́̐, S̶̛͙̠͕͈̪͈̱̉̏̅̂̊̈͝ư̸̦͍̦̲͉͔̮̈́̈̊̄̿̑͗͜m̸̛͓̟͎̭̩͇̟̈́͒͐͌̉ͅë̵̢̤͓̥́͐r̷͉̙͔̈̋͆͂̆̆͗͋u̸͎̖̮͈͕͓̥̭̖̾̉͌̚ ợ̴̧̭̻̺̻͈̫̟̎̓̃̿̽͐͠ͅf̵̡̛̺̟͚͚̹̖̻̋̏̃̃͊̑͛͆ F̵̡̢̛̤̼̦̮̰̙͚̀͒̓̅̂̀̊̆̍̆͑͒͗͋̏͆̿̓̄̌̈̔͐̒̐̀͘͘͘ͅó̶̢̥̥̬̬̺̠͖͉̯̣̖̟̍̌̋̊͋̉͝ơ̵̬̭̳͉͎͙͇̩̬̰͈̥̭̗̲̰̙̖̿̽̈́̌͋̈̏̈́̀͋́́̏̈̊̈́̓͜͜͝͝͠͝͠ͅl̵̡̙̮̘̗̩̙͚̩̞̺͈͖͐̿̓̎͂̄̾̄̋̓̊̌̀̒̓͋̏̈́̐̑̽̇͘͘̚͜͝͝͠͝s̸̜̥̜̬̲̞̘̠̟̰͂̒̋̓͐́͊̎̄̓̃̂̓͌͋͊͑̀͋͠"

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@sumerus-little-sprout

@kavzz

@kavehaskblog

@c3ntrifuga13qui1ibrium

@a-fennec-fathers-family

@vulpzz-zrrda

@par4disalh3rbs

@cyessss-general-mahamatra

@buerofdreams

@heartlzz-doll

@lotus-dancer-nilou

@dottore-official

@companionsofeternal

@thesmallaranara

@morassaltherese

@seedlingofthesecond

@thetruescholar

@etoiles-astrologypainter

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SIMPLE SHIPPING MEME!!

Send 👌 if you would like to explore a PLATONIC relationship between our muses!

Send 😎 if you would like to explore a FAMILIAL relationship between our muses!

Send ❤️ if you would like to explore a ROMANTIC relationship between our muses!

Send 💋 if you would like to explore a SEXUAL relationship between our muses!

Send 💥 if you would like to explore a ANTAGONISTIC relationship between our muses!

Send ❓ for a different dynamic - and tell me more about it!

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send ✨ if you like my writing and feel free to tell me why !! the rpc is in serious need of some positivity.

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Mutuals can DM. Mutuals can ask for Discord. Mutuals can rip open my corpse and huddle inside it for warmth.

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People, so easily, got lost on the liquid gold that they viewed the sway of life as. Aventurine, however, thought that to be the dullest and most base view of life one could have. He knew life’s true worth: a gamble against Fate herself…

An Aventurine roleplay blog by Sydney. Non cannon-compliant, SFW only.

(Link to the pinned post here - Art is by 7)

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friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you