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rpstartersinc · 6 months

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* 𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄: 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

feel free to change pronouns / wording!

" you are dawdling! "

" i'll show you i'm not a child anymore. "

" you are much faster than i am. "

" this grass will keep you hidden if you stay low. "

" what devilry is this? "

" the forest is out of bounds until further notice. "

" we must have sinned something rotten to be punished so. "

" the smell of your cooking warms the heart. "

" you know you are not supposed to be here. "

" did he talk? "

" i don't have time to play games. "

" think it's funny making me run like that? "

" you'll get nothing out of me! "

" you're going to get us killed! "

" i'm not scared of dying you know. "

" be sure to stay in the light. "

" they ate him! "

" try not to look. "

" we can't do anything for them now. "

" the air... it's burning my throat... "

" they are not going to catch us, alright? "

" you should hide, it's dangerous. "

" when a rat bites you it poisons your blood. "

" maybe there's a monster in it. "

" it's not good to be alone. "

" you're just like all the others! "

" you're no fun. "

" you're lucky i like gold better than blood. "

" the better you look, the higher the ransom. "

" that's war for you. "

" i'm making your rescue profitable. "

" i've had enough of running. "

" he's going to slaughter us! "

" there's nowhere for you to go out there. "

" don't get all lovey-dovey. "

" you trying to impress me or what? "

" don't worry, we're all scared of what's in our heads. "

" try to be a bit more enthusiastic, will you? "

" use your eyes before using your mouth. "

" i would quite like to see a monster, actually. "

" i just don't like water much, that's all. "

" i'm sorry i lied to you. "

" a good remedy is a remedy that stinks. "

" the storm will drown out our voices. "

" you've read too many books. "

" you were having a bad dream... "

" brothers... sometimes you just want to kill them. "

" the first rule of survival is hit 'em between the legs. "

" that sound... you never get used to it. "

" i don't want to hear another peep out of you. "

" you have no idea how i have suffered. "

" i might've got a little carried away. "

" when you enter a place that has been abandoned for a very long time, there's something in the air. "

" i'm here with you. "

" it's like a river... a river of rats. "

" we haven't done all this for nothing. "

" what will be will be. "

" it's as if it was decided that ever since we met our lives have been governed by chaos! "

" none of this seems to be real at all. "

" you're not sleeping? "

" you're going to tell me about rules? "

" a child never runs away without a reason. "

" it is easy to spill blood, but to love, to protect... "

" they didn't hurt you, did they? "

" this is no place for a child. "

" nobody saw me. "

" your rank should make you more cautious. "

" you are a vile heretic driven mad by power. "

" we have the same goal. "

" this guard was devoured... "

" they use our dead to build their nests? "

" you wouldn't like it out there, believe me. "

" for the last time, will you answer my questions? "

" no one will hurt you now. "

" this is not a game. "

" you are a monster! "

" you don't have a home anymore! "

" i'm ready to die, it will even be an honour. "

" the rats will be coming, we need to light the fires. "

" i have to accept that he won't be coming back. "

" you're like a hero from a book or something. "

" i thought you said this place was secure! "

" we got that bastard! "

" you lied to me! "

" you are no longer any use to me. "

" my blade is still warm, as you will soon find out. "

" since you refuse to go to hell, i shall bring hell to you. "

" i'll tear them apart! "

" i wish i was strong like that. "

" you're a tough guy, tougher than i am. "

" i can't take any more of these bloody rats! "

" thank you for your candour. "

" calm down... it's over. "

" you want to try your hand at shooting? "

" we just don't want any trouble here, do you understand? "

" that's not true... but it doesn't matter. "

#( sentence. )#sentence starters #sentence meme #rp meme #rp starters #video games #a plague tale #a plague tale innocence

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arithecreatorsstuff · 1 year

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Keter Duty, or Is the Doctor Accepting House Calls?

Triggers: copious amounts of fluff, bad French

It was day 2 of my three week stint on Keter Duty, along with Dr. Clef. Although technically my supervisor for the duration, aside from teaming up with him to pay Dr. Bright back, we hadn't really talked much. Now, we were both anchored to a desk, watching monitors and filing out endless piles of reports. Then, the phone on my desk rings, and I nearly lose my favorite teacup due to a jump scare.

"Agent (REDACTED), how can I help? What? O-okay, just let me finish this sentence and I'll be right in. Are you sure he asked for me? I see. Please assure him I'll be there in five minutes." I hang up, and I must have not looked right, as Clef shot a worried glance at me.

"So... uh, 05 wants me to pay our Doctor a house call. Should I be concerned, Dr. Clef?"

"Maybe. Did they say why they want you to say howdy to 049?"

"Some kind of experiment. And now that I said it out loud, I'm even more alarmed."

"But... no details beyond that, huh?"

"Orders from 05, so... no."

"Okay. First, brush your hair kid, it's sticking up in 99 directions." I do the best I can with a folding brush/mirror combo. "Now, fix your blouse, it's half tucked in. The Doctor dislikes slobs."

"Explains the antipathy towards Dr. Bright then. Next on the list?"

"049 loves lavender. I'll have a guard meet you at his cell with a nice big plant from the greenhouses."

"Bet he can also use some nice new notebooks too. I bought a pack of really good quality ones, in his color, by coincidence. Think he can use them?" I grab the notebooks out, and hand one to Clef to inspect.

"I think the Doctor may have a new favorite visitor soon. These, these are really nice. Amazon?"

"Local bookbinding place I literally stumbled into. Long story short, bought half their inventory as gifts for my artistic buddies." I check the clock. "Gotta go. You sure I look okay?"

"Pretty as a painting by 343. You're going to be just fine, Sparrow."

"Wait- how did you guess my nan's nickname for me?"

"You just look like a Sparrow. Off you go, 049 isn't fond of waiting." I nod, grab the notebooks and head to the Keter wing. To my relief, Agent Strelnikof is the guy with the ridiculously big lavender pot. I knock on the door.

"Entrez, si vous plait." We walk in, and Strelnikof sets down the pot. "Ah, a gift. How thoughtful, my dear. Agent Strelnikof, I know being around me distresses you so. Why not take a stroll to the break room, grab a nice cup of coffee?" Strelnikof looks at the Doctor, unsure. "I assure you, the young lady is safe with me. Besides, it's not like I'm not aware of the surveillance."

"It's fine. You need a break." Strelnikof nods and exits. And I'm alone with the Doctor.

"Hello, Doctor." I bow, knowing what's likely to happen if I shake hands. "I brought you a few other things, I know you write tons of notes, so these might be helpful." I hand over the stack of five notebooks.

"These will be of service, ma cherie. Merci."

"You're welcome, Doctor. Anything to help. Speaking of, you asked to see me?"

"Yes, my child. First, tell me: how is your wrist?"

"Almost back to snuff, a few weeks more."

"Good. Now, on to the issue at hand. I would like to try an experiment with you. I have noticed you seem to have a subconscious affect on anomalous individuals, in that you can negate their abilities to some extent. For example, 076-2 seems far less aggressive in your company. I wonder if this ability of yours would work on me?"

"Okay, how would you like to test this theory?"

"It's a little hard to explain... but I'd like to touch you, if I may." Huh. That's new. But... he seems so shy about it. Fine. I'm willing to die of morbid curiosity if he's willing to try it, I kinda signed up for this. So, with some slight trembling, I offer my once broken wrist for him. He takes my bare wrist in his gloved hands, and I wait for a death that never comes. Instead, he's gently examining my hand and wrist. He's humming something just under my hearing, but I know the tune. Anyone of French descent knows "Allouette". "My theory is so far, holding water. Shall we proceed to the next test?" Suddenly, soft instrumental music is playing. The Doctor takes my other hand in his, and we start up a slightly awkward waltz.

"You know, as much as 05 may not like to hear this, I'm enjoying this test. You're a better dancer than I am." From behind the mask, I hear a chirpy kind of laughter. So, Doc is having fun too? I'm glad, he's always so serious. As the tune ends, we come to a stop. He's still holding my injured wrist as he bows over it. And before I can help myself, I find myself proposing one final test.

"Well, as much as I enjoy your company, I imagine you have much work ahead of you. Before I go, though... if you're willing, may I give you a hug?"

"A hug from you? By all means." I embrace the bird masked anomaly, and I swear I can feel a huge weight lift from him. We hold each other for both far too long and far too short. "My dear sweet Agent, you may visit me when you wish. I enjoy your company. I do hope I see you more often."

"Regettably, I'm still on Keter Duty for three weeks. I can stop in for a while during slow times and breaks, though."

"I look forward to it. Frankly, it's rare to meet someone so sweet who can deal with Bright."

"He can be a bit too much, that is true. Goodbye, Doctor."

"Until we meet next, Agent." I bow, and step back into the hallway. My visit with the Doctor has given me food for thought.

#scp foundation #scp 049 #scp oc rp #tales from site redacted #plague doctor makes friend

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a-fantastic-time · 9 months

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Eldritch Horror RP (Open RP D&D Verse only)

A great purple light had appeared in the night sky. A comet marking the end of an era. Lighting up the darkened sky in a eerie glow, it landed into a massive mountain that was known as Titan's Throne. The largest mining site settled on the border of three kingdoms. Each one benefiting from the mountain's seemingly endless bounty. Once it touched the land, a thunderous quake was had that could be felt for miles and miles. Purple glowing remains inside the massive cave the comet had left. A beast of eldritch origin emerging from the rubble and looking around the inside of the mountain. Its eyes blinking adjusting to this world's color spectrum. Its tail lashes out, as its tongues taste the air for the first time. Its very existence changing the terra around it.

Weeks after it had felt, strange tales of people going missing, plants and animals acting and looking different were spotted. A purple like plague infecting anyone who draws near. The nearby kingdoms, has requested aid from adventurers and mercenaries. Anyone who could find out what had happened and hopefully bring an end to this abhorred atrocities.

#open rp #rp #rp starter #d&d #cosmic horror #eldritch #open to all #open to anyone #tentacles #roleplay

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rphelperblog · 1 year

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Stalking Jack the ripper book quote rp meme

book series by Kerri Maniscalco - feel free to change or edit change pronouns for rp purposes

“Roses have both petals and thorns, my dark flower. You needn’t believe something weak because it appears delicate. Show the world your bravery.”

“I think you’ve broken one of my ribs. Was that really necessary? Next time you tackle me, be sure it’s in one of our bedchambers.”

“Everyone deserved to live freely and in honor of themselves. A basic right should not be a luxury.”

“She’s the muscle. I’m clearly the charm.”

“Curiosity was a disease that plagued me, and I'd yet to find a cure.”

“Hearts were beautifully fierce yet fragile things.”

“One fact was slowly taking shape: I was in jeopardy of admiring him against my better judgment.”

“If you can dream without limits, you can soar to great heights. Let the magic of your imagination set you free.”

“No matter how much death and horror existed, there were still things of beauty left to find.”

“You’re both so intelligent in matters involving the mind, but the heart? It’s as if beings from other galaxies are puzzling out fried potatoes.”

“Sometimes you need to stand out in order to blend in.”

“Life was beautiful even during the darkest hours.”

“Mistakes were a learning experience, not the end of the universe.”

“Monsters were supposed to be scary and ugly. They weren't supposed to hide behind friendly smiles and well-trimmed hair.”

“What is a man's soul made of that a woman's is not?”

“Diamonds were everything I hoped to be; beautiful, yet containing unimaginable strength.”

“The world is neither kind nor is it cruel. It simply exists. We have the ability to view it however we choose.”

“Our hearts are curious things. So sentimental and easily misguided. Pull the right strings or snap the correct cords, and poof!”

“Most stories are too good to be true. That's what makes them enchanting.”

“Magic is science. It’s simply a fancier term for showing people the impossible is attainable.”

“Let's play act a murder,”

“I’d like to see you carry on with a corset digging its bones into your rib cage, and manage a skirt still covering most of your breeches and whipping around your thighs in this wind.”

“Always foster and grow that unquenchable curiosity of yours."

“Perhaps you should comment on the excellent cut of my suit. I look rather handsome today as well. Don’t you think?”

“Pretend I am as capable as a man? Please, sir, do not value me so little!”

“Passion and annoyance were fire, and fire was alive and crackling with power.”

“I wondered how I could appear so whole and serene on the outside when inside I was thrashing with turbulence.”

“Do not turn your back on a love that could jump the barrier between life and death.”

How exceptionally wonderful for him. I wished them both a lifetime of misery with ill-mannered children. I swallowed my annoyance down and plastered on a smile. “

“Pretending a monster wasn't there didn't make it go away. It only made one vulnerable to its attack.”

“Let’s have some wine and dance inappropriately. You’ve already dressed the part for me—let’s take advantage.”

“For there are no limits to the stars; their numbers are infinite. Which is precisely why I measure my love for you by them. An amount too boundless to count.”

“Love strangles intelligence, even in the best of us.”

“Humans were the true monsters and villains, more real than any novel or fantasy could invent.”

“Monsters were in the eye of the beholder. And no one wanted to discover their hero was the true villain of the story.”

“I refuse to believe you've misinterpreted my affections. I am wholly in love with you. And it is permanent.”

“Monsters are only as real as the stories that grant them life. And they only live for as long as we tell those tales.”

“You are yours to give.”

“I’ve already fallen hard. Perhaps you should have warned me sooner.”

Most people ignore what’s right before their eyes. They believe they see, but oftentimes only view what they want

“Those who deserve respect are given it freely. If one must demand such a thing, he'll never truly command it.”

“There’s nothing better than a little danger dashed with some romance.”

“Fear is a hungry beast. The more you feed it, the more it grows.”

“I love you... More than all the stars in the universe. In this life and ever after. I love you.”

“Wield your assets like a blade. No man has invented a corset for our brains. Let them think they rule the world. It’s a queen who sits on that throne. Never forget that.”

“The dead speak to those who listen. Be quieter than even them.”

“Some ghosts should remain good and buried,”

“Seeing the truth was never easy, especially when it revealed those closest to us could be monsters hidden in plain sight.”

“People were always providing in death what they would not do in life, it seemed.”

“Someone screamed; perhaps it was me. Though it would have made me happier if it were him.”

“Death was not prejudiced by mortal things such as station or gender. It came for kings and queens and prostitutes alike, often leaving the living with regrets.”

So there will be no children or any beautiful paradise in our future. Most of the time I cannot even tolerate his presence. His arrogance is… I don’t know. Annoying.”

Your association with me is growing more beneficial by the hour. Your intelligence is quite… attractive,”

“Sit here and I’ll rock you gently until you or I or both fall asleep.”

“Why don’t you talk to me about what’s really troubling you? What emotional dilemma needs sorting out?”

No man has invented a corset for our brains. Let them think they rule the world. It’s a queen who sits on that throne. Never forget that. There’s no reason you can’t wear a simple frock to work, then don the finest gown and dance the night away. But only if it pleases you.”

“I needed no man to empower me. I had my father to thank for that much; his absence in most everyday things had prepared me well enough to stand on my own.”

“Whenever I scared him, he turned into some foreign person. One who was both frightening and frightened at once.”

“One needn’t be strong in only physical matters—a strong mind and will were fierce to behold as well. “

“Most people ignore what's right before their eyes. They believe they see, but oftentimes only view what they want.”

“If you wish to go, I’ll never make you stay. I might not do and say the proper thing all the time, but I do know that I love you enough to set you free.”

“We women could be called creatures, if only the men who said such careless words accepted our claws were fearsome things when we decided to scratch.”

#open to all #open to anyone #open rp #ask meme #rp meme #open meme #open to anybody #roleplay meme #ask prompt #memes #stalking jack the ripper #kerri maniscalco #book rp meme #book quote meme #booktube #book rp #young adult books

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malusrecord · 8 months

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MALUSRECORD — A study in: The ever diminishing line that separates humans from monsters and the beings trapped in-between, the thousands of eyes that pass you by in the dark and the one pair that does not, and the nigh insatiable, internal pull towards drowning in an unknown but potentially not unwelcome abyss.

This is an independent, private and highly selective variety multimuse rp blog (with an emphasis on---but not limited to---horror) featuring LORD KARL HEISENBERG from RESIDENT EVIL VILLAGE as recorded by Kala.

Other prominent muses on this blog include:

Daniel Dickens from Angels of Death

Mell & Nellie Rhodes from The House in Fata Morgana

Alan Wake from the Alan Wake series

Amicia & Hugo de Rune from A Plague Tale Innocence & Requiem

Harry Du Bois from Disco Elysium

Stanley Pines & Stanford Pines from Gravity Falls

Alisa The Fox from Tiny Bunny

Travis Hackett from The Quarry

The Girl (named Chloe) from Cat in the Box

...and many, many more!

Please read all rules before following or interacting! This blog is 21+ only, minors and non-rp blogs dni.

Please understand that this blog in its entirety is still under construction so please be patient in regards to content, messages, and so on!

Navi: HOME - RULES - MUSES - INBOX - PERMA CALL - MUSE MEMES - MUN MEMES - MAIN RP BLOG (tcol only)

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thessalian · 1 year

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Thess vs Gamer Gifts

I take back the bitching about my stepfather and his approach to Steam gift cards. I was sure he’d forget, and had made my peace with that. He did not forget, and I received an email with a nice chunk of Steam wallet money this afternoon. So much video game came with the holidays! Let’s see, current newness starting with straight-up gifting:

Powerwash Simulator (gift from @fauxfire76, because he is a sweetheart)

Munchkin Digital (gift from @true0neutral, because he is also a sweetheart)

West of Loathing and Shadows Over Loathing (gift from yet another of my D&D players who does not, to my knowledge, have a Tumblr but is a sweetheart anyway)

A Plague Tale: Innocence (gift from @hyperewok1 - again, sweetheart)

I may have lobbed games at the heads of some of these folks prior to all this. But, y’know, ‘tis the season! Anyway, Steam gift card time.

Lost Words: Beyond the Page (a recommendation from yet another D&D player, and also it was written by Terry Pratchett’s daughter; c’mon, I’m only human)

Potionomics (a recommendation from someone I know vaguely on Facebook - I think either WoD chat-and-forum RP person, brief-foray-into-LARP person, or both; also turned up in the Guardian’s Pushing Buttons column)

A Little To The Left (recommendation from the Guardian’s Pushing Buttons column)

Pentiment (again, Pushing Buttons, and also Obsidian and I do trust Obsidian to do a good game)

Doors Paradox (recommendation by Steam after I went on a The Room series binge)

So many new games. SO MANY. I mean, it’s barely made a dent in my wish list, but decisions and sacrifices have to be made when money is finite. It’s always the most fun part of the season, and also the most gruelling; making one’s finite fun money stretch as far as possible. There are always regrets, but there are also always other Steam sales, so that’s okay. (Of course, there are always new recommendations and games to put on the wish list, too. Hoping Dredge is out by my birthday.)

Thing is, with all that ... I still mostly just want to go back to my current Dragon Age 2 playthrough. It’s the comfort game I need right now, and with the damp kind of kicking my ass, I’m fibro-fatigued into oblivion at the moment. I always feel bad when I have All The New Games and ignore them for something I’ve played like ten thousand times. I shouldn’t, I know. They bring me joy just by being in my library, and one day each one of those games will be exactly what I need in the moment. So they’re still valued gifts. I think it’s that I mostly just don’t want the people who gave them to me to think I don’t value them? I totally do value them, though - gifts and givers both. I just ... currently want to beat the everliving shit out of a rock wraith?

#Thess vs the holidays #Thess plays video games

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prpfs · 1 year

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18+ NSFW❤️

BRAND NEW Nuclear group RP--Searching for mods and leadership characters!

Shattered

Ever dream of playing as your favorite fairy tale character, but with a wicked, NSFW twist? Look no further! Shattered is a NSFW, mature, 18+ fairy tale roleplay where characters are snatched from their lives--or their afterlives--and thrown into the modern world. They live regularly up until the age of 18, where they get this sudden, inexplicable urge to drop everything and fly to Archie Lake, Canada.

At first, they're cautiously living their new lives. Eventually, they begin to notice strange happenings around them, and even gain memories from another life. As soon as they do, their eyes open to the sordid, hellish reality around them--bodies litter the streets, missing persons posters are plastered everywhere, bloodstains mark the sidewalks. Something nasty is picking them off, one by one. What's worse, the forest is filled with monsters of all kinds, and wolves that hunt people by the dozen. No matter how hard they try to leave, they always wind up right back where they started, waiting for their turn to die.

The royals got together and started a taskforce with the sole purpose of finding out the truth of their violent predicament. Villains and heroes alike are plagued and forced to live together. Will they manage to figure this out before they all succumb to death?

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+ 18+ server, with ERP and RP both strongly encouraged. Story driven plot with future events planned.

+ Real Life Faceclaims only.

+ New server, multiple big names are open for the taking.

+ OC's available to be created as 'side' characters from fairy tales!

+ LGBTQ+ Safe.

+ Fully customizable characters. Cinderella, but she's a dude this time? Fair game! You're also not beholden to canon romances. Find new love, or rekindle your old ones.

Invite link:

https://discord.gg/ymvUFRV2aD

Discord Server for those interested!

#oc roleplay #oc rp #oc x oc #nuclear #discord server #colored text for ts

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darkdoverpseeker · 1 year

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18+ NSFW❤️ (Creator is 29.)

BRAND NEW Nuclear group RP--Searching for mods and leadership characters!

Shattered

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+ 18+ server, with ERP and RP both strongly encouraged. Story driven plot with future events planned.

+ Real Life Faceclaims only.

+ New server, multiple big names are open for the taking.

+ OC's available to be created as 'side' characters from fairy tales!

+ LGBTQ+ Safe.

+ Fully customizable characters. Cinderella, but she's a dude this time? Fair game! You're also not beholden to canon romances. Find new love, or rekindle your old ones.

Invite link:

https://discord.gg/ymvUFRV2aD

#oc x oc #group rp #server rp #discord rp #fantasy rp #fandomless rp #18+#spicy #rp #roleplay

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thebridgehqs · 1 year

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Look who just woke up- is that FELIX MALLARD? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s HUGO DE RUNE from A PLAGUE TALE. I heard he is 19 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, they still give off a BRIGHT FLOWERS IN HAND, SENSE OF DOOM, SCREAMING RATS, impression. They’re known to be quite KIND but have a tendency to be RESIGNED on their bad days.

Welcome to 1925 – Hugo De Rune!! I hope you feel right at home here in Sydney. Before you get too comfortable and see what all our city has to offer, be sure to review our CHECKLIST. We’re so glad to have you with us, Emilie !!

#a plague tale rp #multifandom rp #fandom rp #appless rp #thebridge: accepted

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bisexual-blackstone · 2 years

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The Tale of a Wraith: Part 1

Aka: I started rambling to my rp discord about Teithor's life and ended up with some of a nice biography, in my opinion. Prepare for quite a ride. And worldbuilding. Expect part 2.....sometime.

CW: very brief implied attempted child sacrifice, death, bad coping mechanisms, violence, fantasy bigotry, captivity.

Other things to note: this is approximately two and a bit stories condensed into one post so it's long, the names of Teithor used in these parts of their life are Kasti and Alagos, yes Teithor's parents are polyam, I - and headspace Teithor - are delighted to answer any questions.

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More than a thousand years before today and sixteen after their elder sibling, a second child was hatched to Birast Drauna and Alian Drauna of Clan Morevel. This hatchling was named for the gleam in their dark eyes: Kasti, the Bright. Those eyes were unexpected in their shade, but it was of no matter; Alian and Birast knew each other's loyalties and latent features were not unheard of.

Kasti grew quicker than their agemates for a time, bold and brash and seemingly knowing no concept of shame. They commanded attention with a ringing voice and an ever-present grin, enough strength in their words without Intent to on one particular occasion convince their teacher to allow themself and their classmates to take recess early.

When Kasti was still a hatchling, just barely twelve years of age, they were playing in a tamed portion of the forest by Kruinbor - their home citadel - when they wandered off and came upon a strange silver tear in the fabric of the fog. Plagued and blessed with deep curiosity and too young for much sense, Kasti passed through the portal and found themself in a world that was sharp and green.

Unknowing of why they were shaking, Kasti continued their wandering, exploring the area surrounding that silver sliver until they were found by a group dressed in face-concealing robes. These robed people spoke in words that Kasti could not understand and carried them to a fire, for which Kasti was grateful.

Within the fire resided a being of power and flame who called itself Viknas. To Kasti, its mind felt like the heat of the lava oceans and the shifting of Birast's broad shoulders when it spoke in feelings and concepts. Kasti responded with a shining enthusiasm and curiosity that took Viknas off guard within its rage at the robed ones attempting to sacrifice the child to it through the fire. And as the rage subsided, its effects having scorched the clearing to cinders, Kasti's mind flashed with something overwhelming and new before Viknas could reel its power fully back in.

When Kasti awoke, they lay in a hammock of warped vines, a Presence hovering nearby that wrapped around them like a weighted blanket and lulled them back to sleep.

As far as Kasti knew when they were returned to the edge of their previous playground, they had simply wandered farther into the forest and fell asleep. Birast and Alian rightfully assumed that the Warped Forest Core - one of their gods - was involved, but just like their child had no way to guess what had actually transpired. Kasti's life went on as normal.

In the next several years, Kasti found a love of many tasks: alchemy, music, smithing, combat, textiles and sewing, and writing. They bounced from one to another without any clear connection, going from project to project to project with varying degrees of success but unlimited passion and delight. Despite other things that took their fancy, they always came back to the same handful of interests.

But as adolescence loomed on the horizon, sometime during Kasti's thirty-fifth year, a tragedy struck that changed the path of Kasti's lifestream.

While gathering ingredients on the edge of a soulsand valley, Kasti slipped and fell farther than they could climb back up, their grappling hook and ingredient satchel left on the ledge where they had been before. Tales abounded of the dangers and horrors of soulsand valleys, all of which flooded Kasti's mind as they searched frantically for a way back up to safety. But all their searching was in vain, for behind them from the grasping soil rose a skeleton archer, its eyes agleam with a glow like soulfire.

Kasti heard the rattling of the bones and the creak of the drawstring, turned, then started to run in terror in the direction they happened to be facing, only wishing to find some shelter from the arrows they knew were coming. They tripped. An arrow loosed. And the soulsand drank greedily of the black blood that flowed.

But instead of finding themself in the quiet of the Great Library where the Keeper of the Dead would guide them further to their soul's resting place, Kasti awoke. In their bed. In their home. To the sound of their younger brother singing at the top of his lungs in the kitchen.

Kasti laid there for several moments, remembering how to breathe, before they sat up slowly, one hand going to where they knew the arrow had pierced their spine. At first they thought there was nothing; it had been a nightmare, it was morning still, they had yet to go out at all. Until their fingers found a small scar directly in the middle of the back of their neck. Until their eyes focused on the empty place where their grappling hook normally hung. And Kasti screamed.

When their younger brother arrived at their door, Kasti was curled up in the corner of their room with one hand clamped firmly on the back of their neck, eyes glazed with panic. He promptly decided it wasn't something he could help with and ran to find one or both of their parents or at least their parents' new lover.

Alian was the first to arrive, pushing Kasti's bedroom door open gently and kneeling in front of them with kind words laced with an Intent of Calming. Kasti slowly unbunched themself and after a tight embrace long enough that Birast was able to join too, they shakily told what happened. How well their ingredient-gathering had been going, the slip, the fall that miraculously broke no bones, and…the skeleton.

None of them knew what to do, so the logical course of action was to take the happenings to the Head of Clan Morevel, an old scholar named Arist'. Arist' took the three of them to the deepest parts of Kruinbor's archives and to a book that spoke of a type of being called a Worldwalker, a being who could return from the dead and travel the fabric of the universe, carrying even armies with it. Kasti had heard of Worldwalkers before, had heard the stories of Nekhadis Kymakhmora of the now-dead Clan Aleri who had brought destruction and death to so many at that time. And now…Kasti was revealed to be just the same.

They withdrew in fear of themself and how others would react, losing their friends in the process. They poured themself into their hobbies, growing visibly in skill but plummeting in the quality of work they turned in for classes. And when they weren't working on some project, they dove into those ancient archives to learn all they could about Worldwalkers and try to find a way to not be one anymore.

When the time came to prepare for their Journey Trial, Kasti threw themself into that with an almost fevered fervour. They'd learnt that there was no known way to stop being a Worldwalker, but perhaps the Warped Forest Core would have a way. And the Journey Trial was the easiest way for them to meet that god. And yet, for all of their preparation, on their seventy-second birthday, the day they were to take that Trial, they had yet to decide their adult name. For all that it was highly important, choosing the name they'd use for likely the whole of their adult life had seemed like a small thing compared to the potential of becoming an ordinary Xevar again, one who wasn't cursed to forever be undead.

They returned from their Journey Trial a week late with a new outlook and a decided name: Alagos, the Chosen. They would never be able to not be a Worldwalker, but they had learnt many things in the time they'd been gone. While those decades of fear and self-imposed solitude were not gone, Alagos' discussion with the Warped Forest Core - and another god that had coincidentally been visiting the Core at the same time - had convinced them that it wasn't something to be ashamed about.

Alagos spent a few more years with their parents, deciding if staying in Kruinbor was really what they wanted to do, before trekking back into the depths of the forest once again with no plans of return. Not for a long time, at least. And after another - much shorter - discussion with the Core, a silver sliver tore through the air in the clearing where Alagos stood.

Sharp air and surrounding green once again filled Alagos' senses, though they didn't know it was the second time they'd ever left their home. Bright light that they couldn't name stung their eyes, a wealth of sounds and smells entirely new flooding their conciousness. They sat down heavily, vaguely aware that what they sat under was a tree, and tried to isolate each sense so they could adjust.

A voice cut through the havoc, a woman speaking words that Alagos couldn't comprehend. But her tone was gentle and when she knelt in front of them her eyes were kind. She offered them a shawl to shield them from the cold and the brightness; they accepted gratefully, unaware of the awe and befuddlement that also traced her face at their inhuman features.

Through miming and slow mimicry, Alagos learnt that the woman's name was Abilene and she was the herd of the strange fluffy white animals grazing nearby. As the brightness began to dim and the blue ceiling was painted with colours, Abilene rounded up her animals and the only-hip-height netrana without tusks or a mane that Abilene called Gilbert. Together they all went to Abilene's house, Alagos still wrapped up in her shawl.

There they met her family; her parents and her brother Peter and their tiny orange stripy korr named Holfast. Abilene spoke quickly with her family while Alagos stood off to one side near the fire, only listening with half an ear. After that conversation Abilene gave Alagos a bowl of some kind of meaty soup and they all ate together. That night, Alagos slept by the fire, preferring the hard floor and the heat to the offered softer bed that was also colder.

The next long while, Alagos followed Abilene around as she did her everyday tasks, learning bright-eyed and curious. The syllables of Abilene's language were strange on their tongue but with stumbling infinite tries it slowly became steady as basalt in their mind. But they learnt so much more than language. They learnt the blue ceiling was a 'sky', not a ceiling at all, they learnt about seasons and shepherding and shearing...and of water.

About five days after Alagos' arrival to Abilene's world, in the morning before the time to feed the sheep, it rained. Curious about what the sound was, Alagos opened the door and stuck their hand outside only to yank it back immediately with a pained cry. Where the little droplets had hit, their skin sizzled and hurt in a way that they'd never known before.

Abilene's brother Peter had been the only other person in the main room when this happened. He did his best to help them, but water burns weren't something anyone there had experienced before. Eventually Alagos' hand healed, but even after the scars faded they found themself tracing the spots where the rain had first fallen.

After about seven years of living as a shepherd with Abilene, Alagos was noticed by a travelling merchant in the moment that they knocked out a man who'd picked a fight with them. It took some convincing, but shortly Alagos had a new job as a guard in the merchant's caravan and was able to put to use the sword and armour they'd brought from their home. The look on Abilene's face when Alagos stepped out of the barn armed and armoured was one that Alagos would savor for quite some time before even realising why they were savoring it.

Alagos spent the next two decades as a guard for that merchant caravan, bringing gifts for Abilene every time they passed through her village. During that time Abilene fell in love with and married one of the local carpenters, so when Alagos found out they started bringing gifts for her wife too. And when the merchant retired, Alagos returned to the village and became a rather odd auncle to Abilene and her wife's kids.

When Abilene and her wife eventually fell to old age, Alagos once again took up the job of a caravan guard for a few years until that merchant retired. Then they settled in a decent-sized border town as an assistant alchemist, using the techniques they'd learnt back in Kruinbor and the new ones they learnt from their alchemy master together with sometimes quite interesting results. For a while, there was peace, and like they had been before Abilene's death, Alagos was happy.

Unfortunately, the peace was not to last. The king of a neighboring country decided he wanted to go to war with Abilene's home country, the one Alagos was living in. He started this by attacking the border town that Alagos now called home. The soldiers killed many, but captured Alagos instead after how fiercely they fought to defend their new friends.

They and some other captives were taken to a camp of sorts where they were kept until a group of people came through and took them away one by one. Alagos was taken by a tall, bald woman who they never learnt the name of on a three-day ride to a city with rust-red stone walls and a massive amphitheatre. It was to this amphitheatre they went, with the bald woman shackling them and the few others she'd brought to a wall soon after arriving. She returned several moments after, followed by a man in fine clothes and with a beard dyed with strips of crimson on each side.

The finely-dressed man, Alagos discovered, was named Ixar. They knew the language that he and the bald woman spoke, but in a brief moment of wisdom decided to pretend as if they didn't. In this way, they learnt that they were slated for the arena as a pit dog for their ferocity. It took all of Alagos' self-control to keep their temper with the comments that Ixar and the bald woman made about Alagos' inhuman traits. Meanwhile, they thought of a plan.

Since they couldn't just escape, they would just...not sleep until they could get killed in the arena and in that way be sent back to the border town or perhaps even the pasture that had been Abilene's. Yet that plan was not to succeed, for they fell asleep from exhaustion no more than a few hours later, and so they were well and truly trapped.

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[Part 2]

#m writes #teithlore #teithor #teithor morevel #mcyt fic #oc fic #minecraft oc fic #minecraft oc #((why is the mcyt fic tag here? because I'm a mcyt))#((why are the oc tags here? because Teithor is my oc))#death cw #violence cw #captivity cw

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flowerpetalprincess · 2 years

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The Merry Whump of May || Day 3 “Don’t mind me”

Zip ties | Awoken in the night | Smiling

For a hero, you'd think she'd have a modicum of bravery. You'd think nightmares wouldn't scare her, let alone such tall tales like 'the boogeyman.'

Yet here she was, plagued nightly by a demon of fear. One immune to her blade and bow, one immune to her magic. One that knew every button to push to keep her wide awake all night.

What a pitiful little girl she'd become, trembling in her sheets while her demons smiled from the darkness.

Was stuck hard on the idea of 'zip ties', so I opted to return to my roots and touch back on 'Ferelden Frost', an old rp that I helped define a lot of my characters today.

Makes me all nostalgic to be drawing parts of it again.

Prompt List.

Please do not steal, repost, or alter in any way.

#merrywhumpofmay #whumpofmay #whump #merry whump of may #whump of may #angst #digital art #my art

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flgproductions · 7 months

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POWER SCALES THEME (for use in power scales rp)

A DRG parody song that's heavily based on the Wonderful 101 song "The Won-Stoppable Wonderful 100" for use with my OCs the Power Scales in certain situations.

[Verse 1] A danger filled - Planetoid! A gold mine known as Hoxxes!

These powerful dwarves! Are taking charge! To conquer this bug filled mess!

Prep your pick! And join our bountiful crusade! And do not fear the bugs, for the SCALES WILL SAVE THE DAAAY!

Red: "POWER SCALES!" All of our hearts beat as one! Red: "POWER UP!" We'll make damn sure the job gets done!

When a cave's too ominous - for an average greenbeard dwarf! Take heed their example - AND WATCH AS THEY TRANSFOOORM!

[Short Instrumental]

[Chorus 1] Pickaxe sharp, and bullets topped off! Fighting for the status quo! Don your helm, and take it to them! HURRY NOW, IT'S TIME TO GO!

They can do it! THEY CAN DO IT! 'Cause they're fearless, and tough as nails!

The super-powerful dwarves! MEET OUR WONDERFUL POWER SCAAAALES!

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2] Alone below! And you need a savior to appear!

These powerful dwarves! Will take the lead! They gladly volunteer!

Way up high! Can you spy them on Rig 99!?

Celebrating their wins in the LATEST ELITE DEEP DIVE!

Green: "POWER SCALES!" Sharpening their pickaxe blades! Green: "POWER UP!" They dish out justice in spades!

When brand new dangers emerge - spreading like a plague! They are gonna serve a beating - AND PUT THEM IN THEIR PLAAACE!

[Short Instrumental]

[Chorus 2] Go, go team! Demolish those fiends! Toss them in the garbage can! Wipe the floor with Glyphids galore! 'TIL THE CAVES ARE SPICK-AND-SPAN!

They can do it! THEY CAN DO IT! 'Cause they're more than just mere tall tales!

The indestructable dwarves! SALUTE THE HEROIC POWER SCAAAALES!

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Verse 3] Darkness crawling! Through the caves! And you run out of flares!

These powerful dwarves! Will stand tall! Behind an iron stare!

No one asks! Why they're on their own down in the mines! It's so they don't hold back from beating ALL OF GLYPHID KIIIND!

Yellow, Blue: "POWER SCALES!" They put their backgrounds aside! Yellow, Blue: "POWER UP!" And let their powers combiiine!

Even if they're struggling - to fight the endless horde! They will keep on juggling - TO EVEN OUT THE SCOOORE!

[Short Instrumental]

[Chorus 3] One more clash, more bad bugs to smash! The dreadnaughts are closing in! One more dig, to finish their shift! BEFORE TOMORROW CAN BEGIIIN!

They can do it! THEY CAN DO IT! 'Cause they know what the job entails!

The unbeatable dwarves! HURRAH FOR OUR GREAT POWER SCALES!

[Outro Chorus] Pickaxe sharp, bullets topped off! Fighting for the status quo! Don your helm, and take it to them! HURRY NOW, IT'S TIME TO GO!

They can do it! THEY CAN DO IT! 'Cause they're fearless, and tough as nails!

The super-powerful dwarves! MEET OUR WONDERFUL POWER SCAAAAAAAAALES!

[End]

#deep rock galactic #power scales #long post #who else goes so far as to write parody lyrics for their oc's?

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rphelperblog · 2 years

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Stalking Jack the Ripper Series Quote Rp Meme