#At The Shadow's Mercy | {RP}
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The time for asks is over. There's only boops now. Farewell, doctor.
Before everyone was actually approaching me with something to say, now you're all just sneaking up on me and hitting me. So aggressive!
Well I can do it too, ten times harder, ohoho!
#ask#doctor eggman#roleplay ask blog#Note: Just don't give him one as deadly as Shadow did. Please have mercy! xD#dr eggman#sonic#dr robotnik#ask blog#doctor robotnik#rp#sonic the hedgehog#boop#april fools day#roleplay#sth#eggman#sonic series
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Dark Knight Job Quest NPC Dialogue to Player, From Image:
Ompagne: People like us will never know peace. Every moment brings us closer to death - those of our enemies, our loved ones, and yes... our very own.
Ompagne: The fear of death is what keeps most men alive. That dread, that desperation to escape the inevitable, if only for a little longer.
Ompagne:But we are not like most men. We have seen what awaits us beyond the abyss. We have tasted that despair, bathed in that oblivion. We have wept rivers for our dead and cursed the gods for their cruelty.
Ompagne: That is our sword and our strength, and that is why you may one day stand above us all. May the gods have mercy on your soul.
#argent renard#ffxiv rp#ffxiv#ffxiv roleplay#character aesthetics#aesthetic#silver fox#shadow fox#Viper Fox#Ok I know I waited way too long to play DRK on Argent and I'm sorry I'm so slow#But this is perfect...#May they have... mercy indeed. Perhaps it shall match my own... mercy.
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☯ @dxwnxdusk ☯ — There is perks in being taller, yet there is also things he had to weigh in. Multiple encounters running in his mind, all having been carefully studied for just this exact moment. It didn't take much to end up getting close to Wukong, in a relationship as deep as theirs? Not a single problem. It's overpowering him that's the struggle, if he can remain in power. Of course, there is no hesitation as one claw wraps around the other's throat and presses him back against the wall. Unwilling to let the other make any noises he captures his lips with his own, fangs gently grazing across his lower lip.
At the same time, his free claw trailing down, already putting pressure and starting to work with the other's growing arousal. Practically smothering him in intense affection, he wanted to make him drown in the feeling he was giving him. He wanted to make the other cry his name, he'd get that one way or another.
Being ambushed in such a manner was nothing new for him, it seemed to be the shadow’s favorite way to start — taking the Great Sage by surprise. Not that he minded in the slightest. It brought such thrill to him when he was taken off guard and pounced in such a way by his mate. Relinquishing control to him was easy too. An act of utter trust when he did, he knew it would not be abused or betrayed. Not after all the effort they had made to mend their relationship and piece together that bond that they thought had all been lost. This time, he’d guard it with such ferocity and care.
He couldn’t loss it again. Not again.
A gasp had escaped him in the moment, feeling those claws grip his throat and push him against the nearby wall as Dusk struck. It made his pulse race in the moment he felt them. Leave it to his Starlight to know how to ignite that burning desire without much effort. Gods, he knew him too well sometimes — it was almost scary. Any further sounds that parted the king’s lips were swallowed by the other’s own as his lips crushed against his. Almost bruising in nature but filled with such passion and care, only earning more sounds from him in the moment.
His own claws finding purchase against his ebony counterpart, gripping into the fabric of his hanfu. Another cry swallowed by that hungry mouth as he felt the other’s free claw begin stroking him through his pants. Shivering in delight at the sensation, already feeling himself harden under the rough touch.
Gods, he was going to be an absolute mess by the end of this — and he couldn’t help but find that thought appealing. Giving Dusk all the control in the moment, letting him dominate and play with him to his heart’s content. Soaking in that intoxicating pleasure that was growing higher and higher.
#Here Comes Monkey King | IC {Sun Wukong}#ask#answered#dxwnxdusk#So When They Say They Don't Believe I Hope That They See You & Me | {Ship;dxwnxdusk:Dusk/Macaque}#Wanton Monkey Moment | {NSFW}#Legends & Tales | RP Menu {Thread}#At The Shadow's Mercy | {RP}#TEM ATTACKING ME WITH SMUT TONIGHT#I JUST...HNNNNGH#YES PLZ#I see Dusk was in a mood~#Well well well; Wukong is more than happy to entertain him~
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Drew the Doomslayer vs my Lucifer based on an rp idea
From behind the slayer
To in "front" of the demon
...he'll be fine, right?
The draft I based this drawing on under cut
Lucifer's eyes nearly become black from how tight the slits of his eyes become. All six of his nostrils flar as they are filled with blood, staring at the green monster he heard so much about. His breathing becomes heavy, a heavy and cold mist from his lungs. He can practically hear the child begging for mercy from this monster. The blood of the innocent has a distinct smell, that he knows far too well...
"So... the slayer has gone for easy prey, has he...?"
He growls, his voice so dangerous, the burning stones beneath his feet frost with fear. He begins to walk, to cross that line he has only crossed a few times before. The glassy sound of ice breaking is heard, as he pulls his hoof from the ground with a mighty tug, as he goes from a just being of honor, to a cruel and cold beast.
As he steps forward, he watches the slayer, his mind absent. He does not read him, he does not see him, he only sees something he must rip apart. A sinner that needs to be torn limb from limb to pay for what he has done.
Then... lucifer disappears.
He seeps into the ground, a oozing and wicked fog, slithering out of sight, like snakes into the cracks.
The silence only lasts for a moment, as a wall of darkness is suddenly seen overhead. Crashing down, a tsunami of wrathful shadows plunges everything into the black cold. The darkness consumes everything and everyone with dread and morbid anticipation for execution. Every now and again, there is a sudden gust of warmth every few minutes, like the breathing of a beast, and it doesn’t take too long for everyone to realize that's EXACTLY what it is. The hot and wet breath of this... he cannot considered a demon at this point... whatever he is, he is somehow everywhere. This darkness itself breathes, and with every breath, snow begins to form. Swirling as a blizzard begins to form in this mass of pure hatred.
But the darkness feels different to the demons than the slayer...
Though they are in the same, endless and all consuming darkness, the demons feel an odd mix of terror and safety, like they are merely sitting in the maw of this beast, in the safety behind the teeth, while the slayer stands in the belly, completely surrounded with no light to guide him. The ground beneath their feet seems to begin breathing with lucifer, icey teeth forms around the slayer, wishing to consume but not yet. Lucifer will savor every delicious and painful breath that comes from this poor excuse of a man, like how he assumes the slayer savors every drop of demon blood that falls on his hands.
Then in the endless darkness, everyone sees white. Not light, white. Eyes begin to form, in constellations in this hateful mist, glaring at the armored man, his armor bleached by this beings power. All things that are not lucifer, besides his eyes, are white. There are some spots of red here and there, in a million different places, where gaping eye sockets float, bobbing up and down like leaves threatening to sink in the murky depths of the murderous waters that is this monster.
Gallons of blood starts pouring from above filling the black and white with red, the tiny red dots above deceive their true size, being miles across.
Eyes and hands occasionally slither around the slayer, trying to hold back from slaughtering him now. No, no he must wait to kill him.
Something wet presses against the slayer's back, making his armor warm, as white fangs start forming around the teeth, occasionally swallowing or being swallowed by eyes. Others can see what presses again the doomslayer's back. An endless shine in the black, as one final pupil slits. The white of this eye shines all all except for him, as he is bathed in darkness. The black is endless behind him, the eye literally touching his back unblinking. A wall of warmth and wetness, the only warmth he will get, till he feels his own blood going cold on his own skin.
It would be a cold day in hell if the slayer were to die by a demon's hand. And with how the snow swirls so cruelly around only him, it may be fate.
#fnaftale#underverse#fnaf au#undertale au#underfazverse#lucifer#tw scopophobia#tw eye contact#tw eyes#tw blood#doom eternal#doom slayer#doomguy
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Hola!
If it's ok, can you explain the vox without the V au that ur writing Abt?
I saw the other anon asking Abt it and I also got curious
YES UES I CAN
Ahem
So the Without the V au takes place after the final episode, Vox decides to try and kill Alastor by ambushing him near the hotel, thinking that he’s weak and in a bad spot since Adam. He brings the other Vees as support, but in short he basically gets his ass beat— like verge of death kinda beat. But instead of helping him or saving him, the other Vees leave him behind, being the cowards they are and finding Vox too ‘sentimental’ anyway, and this was a way to get rid of him. Vox is left betrayed, injured heavily, and at the mercy of Alastor. Alastor is basically yanked aside by Charlie, being her usual second chance self and not wanting Vox to die, and assigns a begrudging Alastor to be in charge of taking care of him until he has the strength to leave the hotel.
The au itself is about them slowly gaining a connection, Vox coming to terms he was saved by his hated rival, that he can’t go back to the other Vees, even if he wanted to— but would he want to? He isn’t sure, and neither is Al.
Al’s shadow also takes a part in this, kinda being a little menace after Vox accidentally gives him sentience. One of those ‘a name gives individuality’ type thing, and Al’s shadow, Noir, ends up taking quite the liking to the television, and plays a role of cupid hehe
O shit that’s a lotta writinf I’m so sorry but uhm yeah that’s the au, it’s a lot of Vox sorting out his feelings while also gaining them for Al, and Al refusing to address his own emotions towards the other. There’s a lot I left out but that’s the basic :D
Might,, post that rp to ao3,,
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❝ she emerged from the reeds, different... ❞
marshthing — indie ( multi-muse ) rp blog by ana, she/her, 25+. horror themes ahead.
and there shall be in the planting in the shadows a grace and a mercy from which shall blossom dark flowers, and their teeth shall devour and sustain and herald the passing of an age.
— home || ask || guidelines + muses || full navi.
#indie rp#indie oc rp#indie horror rp#indie slasher rp#indie scifi rp#indie sci fi rp#save file. my promos#me earlier today: i dont wanna photoshop anymore#also me:#but this isn't THAT crazy i don't think
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It's SRW Cosplay time!
Featuring:
Pic 1: Dark, Yoichi, Nemesis
Pic 2: Kreine and Tyler
Pic 3: Echo and Travis Mercer aka Mercy
Pic 4: Danny and Viria
Pic 5: Xoah, Adriana and Luciano
Fun facts!
-Adriana and Luciano are actually OCs that I had for G Gundam, with Adriana representing Ecuador and Luciano being the new Italian fighter. On her off time, Adriana is a DJ and her music inspires fighters. In the massive RP I had with Hunter, she and Lacus have collaborated together multiple times. Luciano, in RP canon, is half shadow beast and adopted son of Marciano, Dark's shadow beast. So he's kinda unofficially her adopted kid.
-Kreine and Echo are considered opposites, so I had a little nod to that with their clothing of choice.
-Xoah is very much an otaku, but she really enjoys magical girls.
#sketch#oc: dark#oc: echo#oc: kreine#oc: danny#oc: travis mercer#oc: xoah#oc: yoichi dark#oc: nemesis#oc: viria edlin#oc: tyler#oc: adriana#oc: luciano#not gonna lie#i kinda want to make an au where these guys take part in SRW#not gonna tag the cosplays#I doubt people want to see them in the actual tags
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If you're my parol officer: Hiiii bestie!
I'm Shadow! 22, he/it/they, or whatever weird shit you can come up with. I identify as a nuisance to the public <3
I specialize(d) in ghost and dark type pokemon, with my favorite being the Gengar evolutionary line. I'm not a licensed professional but I'm also not neurotypical about them in the slightest!
Oh yeah, I'm an ex plasma member and I'm legally not allowed to talk to active members if I want to stay out of jail. I wouldn't do well in jail, they don't have goth nights. Soooo fuck right off!
My favorite band is Sisters of Mercy and I consider My Immortal to be high literature.
I would add my trainer card but that was seized when I was arrested sooooo. Lol.
Mun's blog: @meshiitsukaii
Other pokeblogs: @alchemy-and-alcremie @non-elite-four
Adult muse and adult mun. Mainly low-stakes rp. NSFW asks are fine!
All interactions are welcome!! Canon, oc, sentient pokemon, whatever you like I'm happy to roleplay with you!
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Hello!
This is Mersi Kokhavasheva, she/her. She is an Ilsabardian Raen Au Ra diviner-turned-knight based out of Gridania. I hope this will be a repository for the fan content I write about her story, from thoughtful snippets to five-part fanfiction.
FAQ&A
It's pronounced "mare-see" — not "mercy", though she understands the confusion — "koh-hha-vuh-shay-vuh".
Her preferred jobs were originally Bard, Dragoon, and Paladin, but she has of late swapped her arms for those of the Samurai, Dancer, and Gunbreaker. Blue magic is something of a special interest. She was raised on astrology, but has sworn off the cards since leaving home. Above all else, Mersi is a talented Weaver and seamstress, and is learning goldsmithing from her love.
She is engaged! Her love, A'rhya Velore, is a Gyr Abanian Seeker of the Sun Miqo'te with gorgeous ruby hair, and eyes like sapphire and amethyst, and a lovely soft voice that's not always able to be heard, and she's more than Mersi could ever have dreamed. However, recent events leave Mersi feeling less worthy than ever, and it shows in her haunted eyes whenever she's asked about a date for their wedding.
There is a timeline under construction for Mersi, A'rhya, and some friends along the way, to see how their spin on the Warrior of Light saga might look in a world in which, logistically, not every one of forty-eight million heroes could be veterans of the same battles.
I'm on Behemoth, in the midst of post-Heavensward. Feel free to say hi if you spot me, but I'm just as happy to chat here on Tumblr, or to share what I've written of her on AO3!
I'll likely be bouncing in and out of character here on Tumblr because, while this is not an RP blog, it's just fun to write in her headspace. If anyone wants to ask her a question, I think we'd be happy to answer. Perhaps we'll crack open the ask box and find out!
Frequent Tags
the Road to Sharlayan: This is for the stories written about Mersi and friends, or for progress made toward the next. I am new to AO3, so I would appreciate honesty when it comes to tagging etiquette! I hear it's "the more tags, the better" but, stars above, there are so many tags.
the Ruby and Larimar: Any Q's-and-A's Mersi gets through the ask box will be tagged as such, as will any fanart I mock up along the way. Casual coffee shop vibes! We love it.
Lore Have Mersi: For when Mersi have lore! These will be posts that explore who Mersi is as a person, or how she came to be as such. I will likely also use it for theorycrafting, such as my thoughts on the Deck of Sixty.
an Average Day in Eorzea: Memes. Nonsense. Shenanigans. Nothing you wouldn't see in Limsa, I'm sure!
Stories So Far
the Spineless Serenade (Romance)
War in the north has found peace; those who fought alone to the east have found allies. From the patrol squadrons of Ishgard comes Mersi Kokhavasheva of the Knights Dragoon; from the war rooms of Rhalgr's Reach comes A'rhya Valore. This is not a story of their struggles, but of a rare moment in between. This is the story of a chance to grasp, and of their refusal to let go.
Coerthan Call (Drama/Tragedy)
A sudden decision on the battlefield brings dangers unforeseen, and well foreseen. High above the Coerthas Western Highlands, two Knights Dragoon weigh the risks and put it all on the line to slay the dragon Graoully, but Mersi Kokhavasheva's past flies close behind.
The Lovers' Plainsong (Drama)
In the fallout of her abduction by the heretics of Coerthas, Mersi Kokhavasheva rests with her fiancée in the shadow of war. Trauma shapes her future, worsened by the knowledge of how and why, of agency and fate. With the help of the one she loves, a woman broken must once again be made whole. All the while, the Dragon roars.
In Progress:
the Forgotten Berceuse (Romance)
Two outsiders, strangers to the land of Eorzea, have found themselves sudden heroes of the realm. One misses the sands; the other, the waters. Together they find harmony, self-confidence, and room to breathe.
Ballet de Cour: A'rhya's Card (Romance)
Despite two decades of training in the ways of astrology, Mersi has long been afraid to ask the cards for further guidance. With help from a dear friend, that bond may be renewed—or, by overcoming insecurity and learning unshakable trust, two diviners may strengthen their own bond instead.
A Tençon for Ishgard (Drama)
The Dragonsong War has raged long enough. Both sides seek harmony, yet forces of darkness and light yet seek destruction. Caught between both worlds and asking for neither, Mersi Kokhavasheva has put down her lance; she rejoins the fray on her own terms.
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🕊️ guess who got shadow banned
heyy, resubmitting the ad. previous likers, if i stopped talking to you, just like this again and i'll hit you up. my actions had consequences (i got nuked.)
looking for 18+ partners. i've been craving omegaverse -- or like, any roleplay-- lately, so here i am, fishing.
i'm looking to write an omega/beta against an alpha. i'm totally down for nontraditonal omegaverse dynamics, and would like to include pregnancy, but that's not a must.
while i do love plot, smut is gonna be a must for this one. we can still have amazing plots and characters, but let's make them fuck, too.
right now, i'm interested in: scents, pheromones, size differences, angst, dead-dove themes, monsterfucking, royalty aus, historical settings, modern settings (sometimes,) primal play, hunting (?), instincts, mafia aus, "come into sin and darkness with me, my love".
would love for our ocs to eventually have a loving relationship and/or put romeo and juliet to shame at how tragic and *idiotic* their ending is
a few things about me-
21+ F writer lazy-lit. i can break the discord word limit multiple times, but only if the situation calls for it/i want to act like an author paid by word.
i would like my partner's responses to be one paragraph minimum! give me something to work with.
i am looking mainly for mxm, nbxnb, etc. i could be persuaded into doing mxf, if you'd prefer that, though.
i love worldbuilding and making complex characters : i usually have vibes/personalities floating around my head and adjust them to each roleplay.
i am pretty shy, though, so if i ramble, please ramble back and help me break the ice--
my response time can be from minutes (rapid fire) to a week or so. this depends mostly on my interest in the rp and my schedule. i am a uni student, so please have mercy on me. it takes a hw
my guys will be switches or bottoms. friendly reminder-- bottom doesn't mean submissive. some of my ocs will bite. and some will cry in a corner and/or plot murder. choose your poison.
i'm pretty active ooc and would appreciate a ooc relationship! send me memes, fanart, pinterest boards, songs that remind us of our idiots, and i'll do the same!
kink friendly
i have literally ~2 ideas rn, but please come to me with your own, if you have any cravings.
interested? react and i'll reach out ^^
Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!
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Empirium Series Quote Rp Meme
Furyborn, Kingsbane, and Lightbringer by Claire Legrand- feel free to edit or change pronouns for rp purposes
“We all have darkness inside us, that is what it means to be human.”
“The mind is fragile, and time is pitiless.”
“Past the grief, there is light still, even if only in memory. Tell me about that light.”
“You've surpassed us, that's true, and some people are afraid and will continue to be. Some will hate you. That's true too. But most will love you, even those who sometimes fear you.”
“Even monsters were not always without mercy.”
“Someone who hates me as he does deserves no piece of my heart.”
“Love is the one constant force that no violence or despair can diminish. We must hold onto the light of this truth, even when the world grows dark. Especially then.”
“Some say the Queen was frightened in her last moments. But I like to think that she was angry.”
“Now that I’ve known a life with you by my side, i’m not sure I could bear that loneliness again.”
“We fight until we can’t find anymore, and then we die, and none of it will matter anyway.”
“You have the face of a liar. I can see all the machinations of the world in your eyes.”
“Three cakes are, generally speaking, much more effective than one, my lady.”
“I am a force unconquerable.”
“I don’t know how to both love you and be the person who sends you to war.”
“We are more than what's been done to us. We are more then our anger.”
“If there is a wickedness inside of you,then I shall treasure it as I do every other part of you.”
“There is too much hate in the world already. Why direct more of it at yourself?”
“You are the light of the world, and you will guide us home.”
“We are the light against the darkness, and we must continue to burn brightly, so others may find their way out.”
“Revolutions mean nothing if their soldiers forget to care for the people they’re fighting to save,”
“We are all monsters, full of perversities and violence. At least you and I accept this and have the power and intelligence to do something.”
“You were everything that night. You were the entire world, and I was safe inside you. For once, I felt safe.”
“The mind is fragile, and time is pitiless.”
“It is a great responsibility, to be trusted with another’s heart.”
“Perhaps if nothing else, what’s happened has taught you that there is more to life - and even to war - than simply staying alive.”
“Have you always been this unspeakably irritating?”
“Has your face always looked so temptingly carvable?”
“ Dread is only a feeling, easily squashed. But wolves, my dear, have teeth.”
“People like us don’t fight for our own hope. We fight for everyone else’s.”
“I am myself. My mind is my own. And I am not afraid.”
“kissing involves not just one person, but two. If there is blame to be placed, it isn’t only for you to bear.”
“Like the sun and the moon. Like day and night. I am the shore and you are the sea, my darling. The wild, wild sea - ever-changing and mighty. I need your passion, and you need something steady to come home to. An anchor, warm and sunlit.”
“Now that I’ve known a life with you by my side, I’m not sure I could bear that kind of loneliness again.”
“I’ve looked at you so many times that I see you when I close my eyes. I can’t shake you.”
“Here, my lady. I’ll help you back to bed and send for some tea. And a cinnamon cake, perhaps?”
“We are all of us dark creatures, but if we linger in those shadows, we’ll be lost. Instead we must seek the light when we can.”
“You touch me and I burn”
“We live in a world where good kings die and those foolish enough to hope for something better are killed where they stand.”
“Steady so I stand and never will I flee.”
"Never have I seen them struck so speechless. You know how to make a man feel good, I must say.”
“You are the Lightbringer, and our world is growing dark.”
“These men, they are made of a violence I could never have imagined."
“She considered it… to be loved instead of hated.”
“Do you even remember how many people you've killed?”
“I refuse to love you.”
"How long can you stand to watch her like this? Hours? Days? Weeks? I am ageless. I am infinite. I can burn her until the world falls apart around us!”
“My belief is my hope, and hope is the light that shines even on the darkest night.”
“It’s unfair that you should have to bear so much.”
“I fear no darkness.I fear no night .I ask the shadows to aid my fight”
“She was night itself reborn on earth, a queen swathed in shadows.”
“I am your doom.”
“If you live, then I live. If you die, then I am no longer.”
"I fascinate you, darling."
“Just as I cannot pry my grief from me, discard it, and move on without it, I also cannot let go of my hope.”
“A monster who kissed her one moment and crafted abominations the next. And she herself, the most monstrous of them all.”
He was the steady voice in her mind that spoke to her when she didn't feel steady at all.”
“She felt, simply, like a girl lucky enough to know what it was to be loved, and she clung to that feeling as fiercely as she could.”
“He sensed her praying, which she wasn’t good at, because she hated God.”
“Forcing her to choose between good or bad, light or blood, is folly, he said. It will be our undoing.”
“It would not have been fear that took me from you, if I had decided to leave. It would have been my own self, my own will. And you denied me that choice.”
“You will show the people who would have caged you forever how mistaken they were to think they ever could.”
“He touched her as if she were pristine, as if her hair were silk.”
“Papa one told me that, when I lay dying - because someday I will, we will we all - I must not think of the things that frighten me, and I must not think of my pain. I must think of everyone and everything I have ever loved, for if I do that, those thoughts will follow me into death, and that far black place will turn bright and golden, as the world long ago used to be.”
“With every slam of his boots against the floor, his mind chanted one furious word—a curse, a plea, a prayer.”
“It would be easier, he knew, if he had never loved her. And yet, given the choice, he would do it again, even knowing what was to come. He would lose her a thousand times over if it meant he would first have the chance to love her.”
“How utterly strange to see pieces of her own face on this stranger. To know that this person she had never seen before had given her life. Trying to wrap her mind around the concept felt like trying to circle her arms around the entire world.”
“Bring me composers who write their helpless mortality into every melody, singers with storms of grief in their lungs. Bring me people who wish they could stop listening to the music boiling in their blood but cannot, so they tear it from their bodies the only way they know how - through air and strings and drum and pen.”
“I know what it feels like to know you live because others have died, how the grief sits in you like a stone you cannot dislodge. I have to believe that if they could see us now, they would be proud of our fight and would not regret their part in it.”
“I have loved you. I have trusted you. Part of me will always belong to you. But not all of me. You saw that I was afraid and worked to keep me that way. You saw that I was lonely and reminded me of it every time I thought of leaving you.”
“I know you grieve what you have lost. I grieve as well. I think we will grieve for the rest of our lives. With every step we take away from our home, grief braids itself more tightly into the fabric of our deepest selves. And just as I cannot pry my grief from me, discard it, and move on without it, I also cannot let go of my hope.”
“...the thin straight line of her nose, the painful sharpness of her jaw, how she held herself with such stillness. Was it because she was afraid of breaking? Or because she had been broken so many times that the idea no longer frightened her?”
“I know you grieve. I know your mind has turned against you, and I understand why. But many of us are grieving, and there's more sorrow on the horizon, so I need you-we need you-to pick up the pieces of yourself and fight.”
#open to all#open to anyone#open rp#ask meme#open meme#open to anybody#rp meme#ask prompt#roleplay meme#memes#open starter#fantasy rp#open fantasy roleplay#open fantasy rp#open fantasy starter#open historical roleplay#open historical starter#open historical rp#historical rp#furyborn#kings and#lightbringer#claire legrand
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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄’𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 : 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 .
italic for things that sometimes. bold for things that always. strike out what never applies
『 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙰 . 』 giant feather-beds. tightening a corset. moonlit walks. killing for love. cruelty for the sake of love. love is always selfish. romantic tragedy. love to the brink of destruction. nighttime rendezvous. bloody kisses on soft skin. death was the maiden. a very strange agony. claimed by the supernatural. dreaming about your lover. sympathy for the devil. loving me to death. candlesticks lighting up the palm of your hand. a passion that wearies you. killing the one you love.
『 𝙿𝙷𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙾𝙼 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙰 . 』 a single red rose laid out to be found. sensual voices singing them to sleep. a familiar shadow attending every recital. love waits on the rooftop in the night. two soulmates holding hands. walking down long corridors. retrieving something lost. devoting one’s craft to them. making them your muse. the horror was for love. painted faces on parade. gentle touches in the dark. revealing your darkest secrets. beauty and the beast. writing messages on the mirror. kindness conquers all. letting your lover go. love never dies.
『 𝙹𝙰𝙽𝙴 𝙴𝚈𝚁𝙴 . 』 loving the escape. an impassioned affair. being consumed by love. meeting your soulmate. lace and silk. thirsting for the perfect romance. marrying for passion. losing yourself in the face of your lover. wedding veils and bouquets of pink roses. maddened by love. finding warmth in the cold. calling out for your love. starting at the bottom. the fire cleanses all. hiding your passion. your love will destroy me / my love will destroy you.
『 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙸𝙲𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚈 . 』 painting a portrait or sketching the face of someone you love. meeting in secret. visions of your lover dying. clutching a lover’s clothes to your chest. love so consuming you kill them. protecting their innocence at all costs. betrayal. polyamory. devotion. flowers for the one you love. remembering the name of your first love. jealousy when you see them with someone else. love so consuming you die for it. visiting the the place where you saw them the first time.
『 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾 . 』 letters to your lover. marrying for love. these bars can’t keep me from you. motivated by love. an avenging angel. scorching jealousy. love reborn. devoted to memory. it was all for you. going your separate ways. commit murder for me. an unstoppable hunger. death comes for us all. the strongest love eventually grows apart.
『 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙰 . 』 the holiest love. girls love wolves. the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. violence is passion. red lips, sharp teeth. love letters in a diary. unrelenting support. getting lost in the woods. coming home to you. walking backwards into hell. vengeance for my love. even death won’t stop me. we can live forever. love is an open wound. too much love to give. bestowing your favor. a never-ending thirst. beauty even in death. ravenous desire. if only death had a heart to give. a mercy killing. these violent delights have violent ends.
『 𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙺𝙴𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙸𝙽 . 』 childhood friends to lovers. they were something out of a dream. arranged marriages. learning to love. was it all really worth it? our guilt can know no bounds. vengeance, my love. dismembered body parts. my beating heart in your open palm. your death destroys me. adam and eve. crossing the mountains. an antagonist in mourning. paradise lost. the loss of innocence. abandoning your dream. the tempest on the horizon. humans are the real monsters. my love is wiser than my hate.
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sonofsaviors:
Plotted RP with @wexarethewalkingxdead
Logan did his best to retain his calm, cool demeanor as the gates of Alexandria screeched shut behind him. He did his best to stand tall and unbothered by the people of the community almost staring at him. He resisted the urge to fidget and move under their burning gazes, forcing himself to breath slow and steady, showing a confidence that he certainly did not feel at the moment.
He wasn’t stupid. He knew what he looked like. Almost a carbon copy of his father. Fuck… the idea of Dad still hurt. He blinked quickly, feeling his eyes burn with unshed tears. He naively thought that after a year, he would of mourned and grieved enough, but every reminder of Negan was a painful wound that never refused to heal. Even if the man himself was dead and buried. Logan had done it himself, refusing any help from anyone else. It was his job.
As a Savior.
As a son.
Logan wished he had Lucille, but he had left the bat on Shadow’s saddle. It was not wise to bring the weapon into Alexandria. Especially when he was here to beseech Rick for another mercy. All he held was a worn notebook of plans and ideas, idle comforts in ink and paper of a future he wanted to build for himself and for the people who wanted to follow him.
A nervous swallow, and Logan forced himself to speak with a self-assuredness he garnered from his mother and father’s memories.
“I need to talk to Rick.”
Rick didn't know how he'd managed to survive losing Carl. Following his son into death was not an option. He still had Judith. And Michonne needed him, too. She needed them both. So they'd grieved together and separate, and they did their best to ensure that Judith had everything she could ever need or want and that she was safe behind the walls of Alexandria. He focused on raising Alexandria up and making it something that his son would have been proud of.
The communities had been reluctant to welcome the Saviors that wanted fresh starts, but things were working out and some of them had found people to love them in the year since Negan's downfall and death. Now with the work on the bridge that would make it easier for the communities to access each other as well as have a regular route for trade and medical needs, he had found the Saviors from the Sanctuary weren't exactly willing so he'd promsied to make it worth their while. They had delivered on their end, but Rick was still waiting on the Saviors to follow through.
So when he was told that Logan was at the gates and requesting and auidence with him, he couldn't help but think that things might be starting to look up and be moving in the right direction. He slipped his Colt Python into his holster as he headed toward the gate with his mind on the mission of securing the manpower to get the bridge complete before winter set in.
He offered his hand to the younger man. The boy who looked so much like his father that even Rick had to do a double-take sometimes. "Logan," he gave a nod. "I was about to ride out to the Sanctuary in a few days. Thanks for saving me the trip."
@sonofsaviors
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Spaceverse art!
Okay so I haven't decided exactly how I'm organizing these yet, but here's my first batch of the Spaceverse art posts! I've got a backlog of at least 205+ artworks to archive for this, so I had to get started somewhere. This is the original RP (and basis for my novel in progress) that I write with my friend Sakume, dating back some years now (maybe since 2019?) I don't have a title for the novel yet, so this is simply known as Spaceverse for now.
These characters originally came from some old forums we wrote on (circa 2006 at the start), and one day I came up with a new AU for them in a completely new space fantasy setting, with a new plot and new origins for the characters. I asked my friends Sakume and Cookie to participate, and this story was born. Cookie no longer actively writes in this RP with us, but some of their characters still show up in the art here and I'm very grateful for their contributions.
Sakume and I still write together and are adding new characters all the time! :) I grouped this batch of art to include sketches that mainly featured characters hailing from the planet of Illumina or the moon sanctuary of Nova Lux.
In order here we have: sketches of Cadenza, Altair/Vivace (her sister in the novel version, unrelated in the RP but may retcon, also Fabi/Alex's late mom and Anton's late wife), then Cadenza's daughter Luisa and a sketch of Cadenza in prison back on the Vault where it all started. Then we have Luisa and (spoiler!) young/child form Dawa, Cadenza with Adam, Adam himself, and then a bunch of sketches of their family together. Following that, we have Queen Venus (aka Elena), Cadenza's mom Sonya, Sonya with Leona, Xiulan, sketches of Cadenza and a masked Xiulan, Mingzhu, Joan (not an Illumin character but hey she ended up on my sketch page back then), older/adult form Dawa, young Dawa, Mingzhu, Cadenza's dad Galliard, Louis (another non-Illumin here to fit page space), Cadenza's sister Luminari, Cadenza herself, Lu with her husband Jaster, Simha (revamped character to replace Leona) and then Cascadia Riveria (Faer character, but happened to be on that sketchbook page.) Then lastly a few pencil sketches I missed, Xiulan, Mercy with Ramiro, Luminari and Cadenza, and some of my initial concept sketches of Spaceverse Cadenza and Luisa.
At the very end, we have some much older sketches that predate this RP, with Mother Carla, Ancient Ren of the Order, and Cadenza's late husband Paris (along with a sketch of Cadenza from a previous story where she was a human mage with shadow magic), previous versions of Vivace, Algretta, Luminari, Arietta, Cadenza, Sonya, Galliard, Reymundo, Izumi, Xiulan, Sarai (an angelo who hasn't appeared in the RP yet, but I might adapt), Shui Ya of Nova Lux, and Fletcher (a Faer character, but he happened to be on this page.) I still need to draw many of these characters some new portraits as their phantasm selves in this storyverse/setting, but I'm saving these older drawings for reference.
Some characters are going to show up that don't quite fit into these groupings because I tend to just draw whoever I feel like on my paper that fits before scanning them in. x3 Sometimes I edit them after to reorganize, but often times not.
Adam and Jaster belong to Sakume, and Leona and Joan belong to Cookie. The rest of the characters belong to me, but big credit to both of my friends for their help developing the world, organizations and characters, particularly in this case, Cookie brainstorming the Order of Lux Aeterna/Nova Lux with me, and Sakume brainstorming so many of the Vault characters and more.
Also small side note: I've been using the surname "Madrigal" since 2006 for Cadenza and her family waaay back on Zelda Universe forums, but I'm super happy it's way more popular a name now thanks to Encanto and I do love that movie. The movie was in no way a basis for these names, but I love to see more Latin culture and names in media, so I'm all for it. ^_^
#spaceverse#louis fritz#cadenza madrigal#adam madrigal#luisa madrigal#dawa#dawa madrigal#sonya madrigal#galliard madrigal#luminari madrigal#jaster arabello#xiulan hou#mingzhu liang#leona darcangelo#joan lichbane#illumina#phantasm#nova lux#order of lux aeterna#illumin#harmonoid#fae#faer#harmona#cupios#phanos#paineater#celestial#tiago madrigal#elena cernilia
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What is Your True Role in The Story?
(reposted from an rp blog)
@mu1m1-yum3 @melting-morning-blues
the antihero
ah yes, hello edge lord. it is lovely to see you again. you my dear, are the incarnation of duality, and you might think of claws and venom mixed with grace but alas, nothing near as poetic. you my friend, are mixture of what is seen as right, and what is questioned. you follow the path of your own two feet, you know the twists and turns of life's forests quite well if I do say so myself. and you can meander along them wonderfully.you strive to stay true to a certain sense of principles you might call your code, but whereas in reality, those would be your morals. people tend to see you as strange. sharp edged and glinting you hide behind a cloak of chain mail but really you just prefer to show off your imperfections first. unlike many who scramble to make it as if their flaws never existed, you proudly raise yours up. saying, "this is me, this is the worst of me, now you know what to expect." intriguing mindset, for truth be told, the ones that love your spikes and craters are the ones who appreciate your softness the most. you wish not to be loved as something lovable, but as a monster. for aren't we all just beasts in human skin? you are brave, but you are lonely. you know quite well how to scare off most, making even the heroes with the boldest bravado creep away with their tails between their legs. you are not a villian, sometimes you play the part a bit too well. but nevertheless you are no hero either. you put yourself first, but if one wins your trust then may the gods have mercy on those who might wrong them. you long to be a poetic mess of sorts, and well, if the ink sets in long enough you might just become that sooner or later. but for one who is so dead set on truth you sure do hide a lot don't you? please, step out of the shadows, there is a difference to not making your flaws visible and to simply acting as if you're the most despicable person in all the realms. it's because you're afraid of attachment is it not? well let me tell you a little secret, everyone is. you say you wish to be left alone for eternity but than why are you craving connection. you wish to be known and understood truly, but you snarl and push the ones that might be trying away. please little wolf, accept you are lovable. you are not some ravenous beast that terrifies the multitudes, sure, you are not for the faint of heart but that does not make you an inkling less perfect as you are. young antihero, step into the sun. you would do better actually reaching for the things you want rather than pining for them in the darkness.
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Major changes were made to MARVEL/MCU verse for Mercy. She's no longer a sorcerer from Kamar-Taj but a wandering witch. Changes were made to make her more available to both mcu and marvel rp muns who prefer only one setting. More info below and her verse page. ♥
+ After years of serving as a dedicated deputy in her beloved hometown of helena, Mercy made the audacious decision to leave it all behind. restless and eager to expand her magical knowledge beyond the limited teachings of her mother's old books, she set out on an adventurous journey to explore the world. with a heavy heart yet an insatiable curiosity burning within her, Mercy packed up her belongings and bid farewell to familiar faces and comforting routines.
+ During her journey, Mercy found herself drawn to a sacred grove nestled deep within an ancient forest. it was there that she encountered Gaea, one of the powerful elder gods. the very presence of Gaea stirred something profound within Mercy's soul. Impressed by Mercy's devotion to magic and her desire to learn just like her mothers, Gaea bestowed upon her a blessing. As the gentle whispers of the wind melded with the harmonious songs of nature, Mercy felt a wave of ethereal energy enveloping her being. it felt like the last kiss of her mother before she left her.
+ Though Mercy held a deep desire to use her powers for a good cause, she soon found herself embedded in the unsavoury underbelly of society. driven by her own sense of justice, mercy embraced her morally grey nature—an intricate blend of light and shadow. She used her powers not solely with noble intentions but also with an understanding that sometimes drastic measures were required to achieve any semblance of balance.
+ She aspires to learn more about the magic systems that are used around the world by other sorcerers, she doesn't care whom they worship demons or cosmic beings - she just wants to learn from the best.
+ In a world full of superhumans Mercy still can't find her purpose, but to make use of her powers she started to take small jobs around the cities from protecting anonymous clients to a bit more complex jobs to pay her bills. police experience comes in handy on those assignments.
#[ now I need to make Mercy a new outfit a more on marvel brand >:3 ]#・ ❪ ❀ ❫ › verse au : you got a heart kid where you are from┊》 mcu / 616 marvel .#・❪ ❀ ❫ › tbt/ooc .
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