#and i hope to have fun rping with you!

[compassionatekiller]

@kenpxchi

Happiness.

There was a time when she thought she was happy.  Killing warrior after warrior, bathing in entire battlefields worth of blood, personally slaying the champions of Soul Society’s enemies...at the time, she had thought herself quite happy with her life.  Even as her opponents slowly started to disappear and that dreadful, all-consuming boredom began to set in, she had only ever regarded the height of her slaughters as the happiest times of her life.  She had believed that with every fiber of her being.  She would have sworn to her grave that it was so.

Then she met him, and for one glorious moment, she realized she had never known the meaning of the word.  When her sword clashed against his, when their twin smiles were as wide as the moon, even as his blade plunged into her chest and she realized with trembling elation that he was stronger than her, she finally learned the meaning of joy.  It was magnificent.  Breathtaking.

And she ruined everything!

When she fully understood what she had done to him, she could barely contain her disgust.  Her weakness and incompetence had robbed him of his strength.  She had healed the boy as quickly as she could, but the damage was done; his great power was now a shadow of its former self, shackled forever by his fear of losing his treasured foe.  Her bile rose at thought that this was all her fault, that this magnificent man’s potential had been hobbled because she hadn’t been good enough!  And so, for the first and last time in her life, Unohana Yachiru did the unthinkable.

She ran.  Before the boy had the chance to awaken, she ran as far and as fast as her legs would carry her.  Yet no matter how far she fled, she could not escape her sin.  Realizing that she would never be able to forget her great failure, Unohana completely cast aside all she had been.  As far as Soul Society was concerned, that was the day that “Yachiru” had died, and it was the day that “Retsu” was born.

It had been so long since that day.  They had both gone through so much.  So many new faces had come and gone, so many foes had reared their heads and been felled.  But now, finally, in that pit, with clashing blade and beaming grin and booming laughter, when his blade once again pierced her chest in the same spot as before, she finally felt that glorious emotion again.

Happiness.

She was on the ground now.  Her strength was fading, and her life with it.  Yet, she was still so happy.  He was finally whole again.  She had finally given him the fight he’d deserved.  The sin of her past, finally atoned.  With this...yes, with this, she could-

“DON’T DIE!”

...Oh, honestly!  Even after all these years, even after regaining his true power, he was still such a hopeless child.  He didn’t even have the good sense to see her off in triumph?  Why couldn’t he at least win with a smile?

What if he damages himself again?

A small thought.  An unbidden thought.  An absolutely unforgivable thought.  Fury spread throughout Unohana’s every pore at the very notion that she might yet again put his potential in jeopardy.  Through the sheer strength of her scalding spite, she dragged the last reserves of reiatsu she had within her body and used as much of it as she could to heal the wound he had dealt.  It wasn’t enough to close it completely, unfortunately.  But perhaps, if he could stop blubbering and bothered to think for once, then Isane...

She barely had the thought before she slipped into the inky blackness of unconsciousness.  She wasn’t sure how long it lasted; it could have been decades, or it could have been seconds.  Whatever the reality was, she felt the unbidden sting of light pierce her eyelids.  This feeling...was she laying on one of the medical beds in the Fourth Division?  How had she gotten here?

With a mighty groan and a bleary series of blinks, Unohana sat herself up, trying to shake off the last vestiges of unconsciousness as she asked the room she couldn’t yet quite see “Where...?”

#kenpachi zaraki #kenpxchi #unohana yachiru #compassionate killer #benevolent predator #bleach #rp #bleach rp #it's #uh #longer than i thought it would be #sorry for the word vomit #i hope it's alright #and i hope to have fun rping with you!

[rottenbladeofmiquella]

how about ☂️? (am @radiant-and-terrifying!)

Symbol Starters

The world Malenia had awoken to was so unlike the one she had last known. Her people had been ecstatic when she had awoken from her long slumber, yet so few were left to bear witness to her return. And the stories they told! Of Rykard's madness, of Mohg's monstrous forces, of tarnished souls and the living dead, of all the ways her family and people had fallen to madness and despair.

Of Caelid.

Oh Radahn, noble brother, nothing I can say or do will make up for what I have inflicted upon you and your people.

The fact that she had played a not-inconsiderable part in bringing about these horrors was not lost on Malenia. She had marched her armies across the Lands Between, trampling all those that got in her way, and made war with Radahn. She had ruined her brother, inflicting upon both him and his lands an incurable blight. For nothing. All those lives lost, all those sacrifices made, just to fail in the end.

There was a debt to be paid. She had to do something, anything. It would not fix her folly, yet even so. She owed it to the magnificent man her desperation had destroyed. So it was that she had begun the long trek to Caelid, pausing only to bid her faithful to prioritize on living until she could return to them. It pained her to part with them so soon after their reunion, but she could not drag them into so personal a grievance. Not again.

The lands were as harsh and scarred as she had been told, and even more besides. Though the loss of her eyes had caused her to heighten her other senses to compensate, it was difficult to keep her bearings in a world so altered. It slowed her pace, but there was nothing for it; she could not afford to lose the path back to the Haligtree. She had sworn to return to those who had believed in her for so long, and she refused to let any more of those she cared for down. A task that would have been easier were it not for the multitude of monsters that desired to taste her rotten flesh, but...well, the more things changed, the more they stayed the same. Some things never learned.

It was on the long and winding road to the Starscourge's domain that Malenia encountered another sentient soul. There was nary a cloud in the sky that day, though the wind sought to blow hard enough to correct that oversight. The blustering breeze allowed her to hear the rustling of fabric, as well as the hollow clatter of metal. A helmet? No, rather, this sound...if she had not taken leave of her memory, was this not the sound of a prisoner's helm? Yet, a prisoner traveling on their lonesome in times as deadly as these?

She took pause for a moment. If even half of what she had been told of her surviving family was true, then this prisoner could be guilty of just about anything. It could be something heinous, certainly, but it could just as easily be something preposterous. It pained her to think of her blood in such a negative fashion, but the words of her people had been...unflattering. Perhaps this person before her had killed an orphaned child. Perhaps they had refused to do so. Who was Malenia, with all her mistakes and failures, to cast assertions of guilt against those she knew nothing about?

Malenia stepped forward, her longer strides allowing her to easily catch up with the other wanderer. She grabbed hold of her cape with her yet-flesh hand and held it up at an angle, blocking the sun from her new acquaintance. "Hail, fellow traveler. 'Tis a harsh day indeed to be wearing such a mass of metal upon your head. Though it may be a brief respite, allow me to grant you succor from the sun's gaze."

#phobos #radiant-and-terrifying #malenia blade of miquella #rottenbladeofmiquella #elden ring #rp #elden ring rp #hi there #thanks for the ask! #i hope this was alright #and i hope to have fun rping with you!

[glintmonkey]

@summerxmelodies

Getting to the rank of admiral wasn’t easy.  Even if one managed the get their hands on an extremely powerful devil fruit, it was no guarantee that one would reach the admiralty, or even vice-admiralty.  It certainly helped, of course, but in the New World (where most of the creatures requiring an admirals attention dwelled), it was haki that reigned supreme.  Roger and Garp had proven that.  And the road to mastering haki was a very long one, even if one did have the aptitude for that particular gift.

This was no less true for Borsalino than it had been for anyone else.  It had taken him years to climb to his current position, and in that time, he had served on all sorts of ships surrounded by all sorts of people.  Some had been like Sakazuki, who’d burn the world to the ground if that was what it took to get rid of the filth.  Others had been like Kuzan, who’d rather only target the ones that had gone out of their way to hurt the innocent or threaten the world in some way.  A couple had even been like himself, those whose values didn’t quite fit with either extreme.

In the time that they had served together on the Valiant Thorn back in Kizaru’s Vice-Admiral days, Summers Warren had definitely come across more as someone who leaned more on the Sakazuki side of things.  He’d been pretty adamant in those ideals of his, of that “Perfect Justice” he sought.  Still, they’d gotten along reasonably well, at least on Borsalino’s end.  They never got in each other’s way, and they lent a hand to each other when needed, which was more than the Admiral could say for some of the shipmates he’d had in his career.

So when Warren had come to him asking if he’d spare a moment to meet the man’s daughter, well, how could Kizaru refuse?  Sure, it would’ve been absolutely absurd for a vice-admiral to waste an admiral’s time with something like that normally, but it was different for old shipmates, you know?~  When you survived the Grand Line on the same boat as someone else, it formed a...well, bond might be pushing it, but a connection, certainly.  It was the sort of thing where, even if you didn’t particularly like your crewmates, you’d still help ‘em out and do ‘em a favor here or there.  It wasn’t the sort of thing you really thought about; it was just what you did.

The yellow-coded Admiral was shaken from his rumination on the unspoken sailor’s code by a knock on his door.  Ah, that Summers; ever the punctual one.  Borsalino stood up from his desk and walked around the front of it as he said “Come on in; the door’s unlocked, you know?~”

#summers melody #summerxmelodies #kizaru #borsalino #one piece #rp #one piece rp #here ya go! #sorry for the wait #hope this was alright #and i hope to have fun rping with you!

[twiceslainthriceborn]

@astronomicalevil

Plot/AU Ideas

So let's get one of the two most obvious ones out of the way first: Veigar is an established overlord, loved and adored feared and reviled across his realm. One day, however, his lands are invaded, and he is faced with the greatest horror of his past. Now confronted with the being that taught him that only the most evil can ever truly have control, can the aspiring Master of Malevolence put his personal feelings aside and work with a certain hammer-wielding hero-seeker to send his most dreaded piece of history back where it belongs?

In the lands of Rock, where the gods are praised in riffs and song, a young Veigar aspires to be the most magnificent face-melter to ever wield a six-string. Taken on by the mythical Master of Metal himself, Veigar now strives to reach the heights of greatness he deserves! And sure, his lyrics are some of the softest and goofiest ever put to paper, but he's got a gift for music that Mordekaiser does his damndest to cultivate.

This one's a bit out there, but bear with me: A hit new television venture is making waves with Runeterra's youth. Following the adventures of Atreus and his heroic band of friends, Rune Rangers has became a massive hit! However, while Atreus and co. are popular, it is the production's primary duo of villains, the Dread Lord Mordekaiser and his powerful yet bumbling minion Veigar that have truly stolen the show. Basically an AU that can either be played as pure Power Rangers cheese or as an AU where Mordekaiser and Veigar are actors playing a role, exploring their dynamics in either.

#astronomicalevil #veigar #mordekaiser #twiceslainthriceborn #league of legends #plot and au ideas #ask meme #i'm sorry with how scuffed this is #i didn't see the icon in your ask #so i just answered it like a normal greeting #sorry about that #hope these were interesting #and i hope to have fun rping with you!

[zelgiusofbegnion]

Legacy of a Bygone Blade

@bluestmoons

"Black Knight Zelgius. You were my father's killer. And my last teacher."

As Zelgius lie in the Tower of Guidance, beaten and bleeding, he could not help the smile that spread across his face. He had been defeated in this final battle, but what a battle it had been! Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined his end would be so exhilarating! Never in his life had he felt so fulfilled, so alive! Perhaps it was appropriate that it was only at the end of his life that he could finally say he had no regrets. He had spent his life living in the shadows, but he had died blazing in the light. Now that his life was spent and that last, greatest struggle finished...perhaps now he could indulge in peace.

As the last life left his body, Zelgius felt no pain or fear. He felt only a strange, comforting calm. He felt all the weight he'd carried all these years fade away into nothing, and an inexplicable feeling of relaxation spread across his being. He lie there, blissful in that serene timeless peace. Perhaps it lasted for but a few seconds, or perhaps it lasted for centuries. Zelgius couldn't tell; he only felt like he was drifting through the most soothing air he had ever known.

Yet that blissful void could not last. All too soon, Zelgius found weight return to him. The ache of muscle and tension of tendons dragged him from his serene stupor back into the inconvenient world of sensation. He struggled to keep still in this strange, ethereal dream he'd found himself; he'd spent all he had, after all. There was nothing left for him in the land of the living. There was no point in returning, and it would aid no one if he did so.

Yet whatever force was responsible for his current state would not be denied.

He suddenly felt himself lying upon some sort of grassy surface. He very much was not thrilled at this, and he almost considered just laying there and letting nature take its course. Yet, he was roused from his self-pity by something wooden poking his right cheek. He let out a light grown before slowly sitting up, regretfully opening his weary eyes.

He was...in a forest? Certainly surrounded by a bunch of trees, if nothing else. They lacked the ethereal vibrancy of Serenes, so there was at least one place he was sure he wasn't. Even so, that didn't exactly help him in figuring out where he was. He brought one hand up to soothe his aching head, but gave a start when he noticed something that made this situation even stranger: he was still wearing his armor, but it was the wrong armor. Rather than the black armor of Sephiran's Knight, he was instead wearing the red plate of the Apostle's General. His left hand quickly moved to his side, and it found his blade, but it was the General's blade, not Alondite.

Before he could begin to puzzle out what in the seven hells was going on, he noticed something moving to his right. He turned his head quickly, ready to strike at a moment's notice, only to find a little girl looking back at him. Given her clothing, she didn't appear to be a peasant, but in his situation, he couldn't be sure of anything. Slowly, he began to speak as he allowed his hands to leave his sword. "My apologies. You startled me, my lady. May I have the honor of your name?"

#bluestmoons #zelgiusofbegnion #zelgius #leonie #fire emblem #blazing sword #radiant dawn #fire emblem rp #fe rp #heyo #hope this was alright #and i hope to have fun rping with you!

[mistressofallthefiresofhell]

  ☂️  👀? For Aurora.

Emoji Starters

In the depths of the dank, dilapidated castle keep, the most evil creature in all the land sat upon her throne of stone, glowering into the distance. Her free hand idly stroked the head of the raven, ever loyally perched at her side. Her eyes bore into the other side of the room, agitation and fury mixing together into a barely-contained seething malice. A finger, green and graceful, tapped upon the shaft of her staff.

Fifteen years. Fifteen years she had been searching for the wayward princess, yet she had nothing to show for it! She'd had her lackeys search under every branch and stone, and still nothing! It beggared belief. She was nothing but a naive slip of a girl; she couldn't possible have just disappeared into thin air!

Her frown deepened as her thoughts continued to sour. It had to be that trio of rabble that had attended the christening. King Stefan had no method nor trickery capable of stymieing the Mistress of All Evil for this long. Yet what magic could those meandering miscreants possibly wield that could keep the dear princess from Maleficent's sight for this long? It was inconceivable.

There was no need to panic, of course. A curse from the Queen of the Forbidden Mountain could not be denied; Aurora's fate had been sealed since her birth. But oh, how she wanted to give this one her personal touch! What beautiful torment they would suffer when they realized their helplessness against her majesty! She would not miss it for the world.

Maleficent stood from her throne and began to make her way outside. While she usually preferred the dark, dank, and dismal halls of her castle, this season provided an exception. It was Winter, that marvelously cold and heartless time of the year. Sometimes, on days like this when the ground was covered in snow, she would go through the forest and personally wither any flora that had made it through the night. It was so relaxing, seeing such vile vibrancy decay into lifelessness.

In her wanderings, Maleficent was given pause when she heard a most incredible sound: singing with a voice more lovely than any she had heard in centuries. Following the breathtaking melody led her to a small clearing. A menagerie of the forest's animals had gathered around the source, and there at the center...could it be? Golden locks of maiden fair...yes, it was Aurora there! The young princess was standing in commoner's clothes, pulling the vermin around her ever further into her trance.

It was perfect, almost too much so. She had left for a momentary distraction, and had somehow stumbled upon her long-sought prize. She had been in the forest all this time! Why had her bungling oafs not found her?! If they had good reason, she might let them off with a light bashing, but if they didn't? Well! Then they were in for a right thrashing!

In the shadows that hid her, a wicked smile crossed Maleficent's face as she brought her scepter to the fore. She whispered to it "Wind, ice, sleet, and snow; howl, rage, hurl, and blow!" As she finished, a great blizzard appeared in but a few moments and engulfed the forest entire. The Mistress of All Evil watched with no small amount of pleasure as the wretched creatures of the forest bolted for their dirty little hovels in the ground for safety.

She waited for a moment longer to ensure that the wayward girl was truly alone before emerging from her hiding place. She approached Aurora and held the sleeve of her free hand high to block the biting wind and blistering snow from harrying the lonesome princess any further. "What ferocious fates are these, that lead to such a precious thing left out in such cruel cold? Come come, my dear; hide yourself beneath my sleeve, that you may find some respite from this worrisome weather!"

#valiantroyalty #princess aurora #maleficent #mistressofallthefiresofhell #emoji starters #ask meme #sleeping beauty #disney #rp #disney rp #hey there #i hope this was alright #and i hope to have fun rping with you!

[commandinginferno]

[ SWORD ]:    sender invites the receiver to engage in sword fighting practice with them. (From Avira please!!!)

Sparring/Fighting Things

Yamamoto was a very busy man. He had to coordinate all of the Squads, assign budgets, determine which dilemmas were most pressing and which Divisions were best suited to handle them, go over the various surveillance reports provided by both the Onmitsukido and the 12th Division, train to maintain his prodigious strength, obey and enforce the rulings of the Central 46, and keep the Nobility placated enough that they didn't raise too much of a fuss at any given time. None of that even got into his duties as the Captain of the 1st Division!

As such, most days, he simply didn't have the time for those who were not at least Lieutenants. It wasn't that those seated below Lieutenants didn't matter; they most certainly did. That's why those positions existed, after all. However, the problems that faced those of the third seat or below simply weren't on a dire enough scale to warrant the attention of the Captain-Commander, and with all of his other responsibilities in mind, he already had so little attention left to spare. Thus, he simply couldn't afford to waste those precious moments on those of lower rank...of other Divisions.

However, it was different for the seated officers of his own Division. He may have had his responsibilities as the Captain-Commander, but he also had a duty to the Shinigami of the 1st. Just as they had a duty to properly obey him, he had a duty to properly lead them, and a part of leadership was supporting and cultivating the potential of one's subordinates. He may not be able to do so for literally every member of his Division, considering just how many people were in it, but he could at least spare the time for his own seated officers, whether they were his 20th Seat or Chojiro.

So when Hozuki Avira, his fourth seat, came to him and asked for instruction, he had agreed. Her kido was excellent, her endurance was quite impressive even for her rank, and her nimbleness was above par as well. However, her Zanjutsu was not at what he considered was an acceptable level for a 4th Seat, and considering how many of their duties required the use of their blades, that was a glaring weakness. Yet, she had come to him to train, so if it was a weakness she recognized, it was a weakness he would aid her in dealing with.

The dojo was filled with murmurs as Yamamoto took his stance opposite of Hozuki. On some level, it simply couldn't be helped; after all, it had been a long, long time since anyone had the sheer, unadulterated gumption to request Yamamoto's personal tutelage. Yet Yamamoto was ever the unmovable mountain, his calm and composure unshakeable no matter the scrutiny.

"If you are prepared, youngin', then come at me with your best shot."

#hozuki avira #hxbiris #yamamoto shigekuni genryusai #commandinginferno #ask meme #sparring and fighting things #thanks for the ask! #i hope this was alright #and i hope to have fun rping with you!

[greatestheroofgreece]

❝ to abandon a poisonous path and walk another is no small challenge. ❞ { from Grim }

God of War Ragnarok Starters

Heracles nodded at that. "And those who manage to do so are truly noble souls. I know many who failed to accomplish it and very few who succeeded. Such strength of character is to be applauded." He then gave the supporting Master a grin. "Feeling rather philosophical today, are we?"

#fate rp #atdutiesend #grim waite #heracles #sabercles #fgo verse #you didn't specify which version #so i defaulted to fate #hope this was alright #and i hope to have fun rping with you! #greatestheroofgreece

[sennik]

whoever's still hanging here, what's up?

#i'm questionably alive myself thanks. #i'm gonna be archiving here and likely merlin to start fresh. it's been too long. #i missed writing for fun and not for work and i missed you guys. and i missed my kids. #to be honest i had a difficult time. i've been sick most of the october and spent a bunch of time in the hospital. #and other than that it's been work and family and this course i started. #i honestly have no clue what's been happening on this site i wasn't even lurking. #that's why i think starting fresh is best. #but i super hope y'all are healthy and happy. #i will post new blogs as soon as i get everything in order. #as long as i even remember how to use this site for rping gbhfeds. it's been so long. #also the p*rn bot spam is horrendous. i had to block so many after my absence.

[asbestieos]

@randoduo @crookedpsychic @head-full-of-empty @crime-squared

happy new year to udusquad + kankyos + elite more!!!!!

#posting this before new years actually comes by so i dont forget LOL #ophanem art #no id #reallt scrummy drawing LOL but the last drawing of 2022 WILL be my gf my sister my bestie and my other bestie!!!!!! #ok now to gush in the tags . um . i love you guys slmuch its unreal #youve seen me through almost 3 years of terribleness but also joy and fun #i love hanging out with you guys every day i love vcing and rping and gaming together and i love love love you guys so much #youve helped me through terrible things and changed me for the better #and accepted the crummier parts of me even when i hurt you #there arent enough words i can say that express thank you enough #my life would be incomplete and unbearable if you guys werent with me this year #and i hope we have fun together in 2023 and the next year and the year after #thank you for being my friends and for supporting me and loving me even when i make it really hard to love me

[compassionatekiller]

@kamihaki

Unohana “Kenpachi” Yachiru stood within the main hall of the 11th Division facilities, staring out one of the windows and privately contemplating the absurd duty she was forced to entertain today.  She mused to herself that when Yamamoto had managed to sway her to his cause, she hadn’t imagined that he’d ever be silly enough to ask her to watch over some gormless academy brat.  Yet, here she was.  The most decorated mass murderer in Soul Society history, babysitting one of Yamamoto’s pet projects.

It was a temporary arrangement, sure, but that was besides the point.  What was she even supposed to do with the thing?  Their peerless leader had only told her to make sure the kid lived and make sure he learned something, but what in blazes was someone like Yachiru supposed to teach a pampered post-war pubescent?  She would have bet money the child had never killed anything in his life!

But there was nothing for it.  Orders were orders, and orders from Yamamoto were absolute.  She would just have to figure something out.  Perhaps she could have her guys and gals kick the guts out of the kid, teach him how to properly handle pain like a real Shinigami?  Or maybe she could take over the the training hall for today and try to beat some swordsmanship into the tot.  Anything was fine as long as the kid learned and didn’t die, right?

Unohana was shaken from her musings when her senses were assaulted by a reiatsu she did not recognize.  It was massive; even the incidental “glance” Unohana had taken was approaching the level of a Captain, and the more Unohana focused, the more she found.  The pressure was noticeable as well; it was like a crushing weight on all sides, akin to what one felt when one dived too deeply into water.  Yet, that was not the strangest thing.  There was...something else about it, something Unohana couldn’t quite put her finger on.  It was...well, wrong was not the word she was looking for, but...alien.  It was something completely unknown, and whatever it was, whatever it meant, it caused the hairs on the back of the Kenpachi’s neck to stand on end.

She turned around to find the source, but found her line of sight to that source blocked by the burly back of her dumbass Third Seat Gotou.  He was apparently having the time of his life getting in the face of whoever was in the doorway, though all of those “Huh?!”s and “Hah”s didn’t quite make him sound like the tough guy he desperately pretended he was.  He sounded more like an orgasming chimp than anything else, to Unohana’s totally-unbiased-why-do-you-ask ears.  That idiot knew better than to get in her way on the battlefield; why couldn’t he translate that situational awareness to their day-to-day?!  The exasperated Captain didn’t think that was too much to ask.

Step after surly step brought Unohana behind Gotou as she said “Get out of my way, fool.”  She gave him exactly one half-second to realize what was coming before the back of her fist slammed directly into his ribs, sending him sailing across the room and through the innocent wall.  As Gotou crumpled into a heap beneath the pile of rubble, Yachiru scanned the person standing on the 11th Division’s doorstep.  White hair, youthful, pale...

”Are you the student that Yamamoto-soutaichou spoke of?”

#ukitake jushiro #kamihaki #unohana yachiru #compassionate killer #fierce founder #bleach #rp #bleach rp #here ya go! #hope this was alright #and i hope to have fun rping with you!

[rottenbladeofmiquella]

👫 

His deathroot had finally found the haligtree after so long. After his deathroot nearly freezing over within the consecrated snowfield, he managed to successfully locatethe small town of Ordina. The place that leads you to the Haligtree itself.

His deathroot had been carefully traversing through the rot, his eyes carefully searching for who he was looking for. Miquella and Malenia, his siblings he held dear before they left.

He would eventually make his way to the haligtree roots. He would lay his eyes upon the Haligtree roots where his sister lies.

She would know a visitor had arrived when she could hear the sound of dripping water and the buzzing of flies. If she could see, she would see a dense fog had formed around her.

He would walk into her arena. Newly resurrected body at peak health, but beyond corrupted by deathroot. His hair was now a dull pale blond, and his skin a sickly white with purple tints. His eyes a dark grey that were clouded over. He dawned a quickly sewn up black cloak with his old blue robes hidden underneath. His eyes would immediately lay upon Malenia, being the first to break the silence between them.

"Malenia... is is truly thee?" His voice seemed to echo through the room, as if he was closer than she thought.

The Prince of Death has arrived at the Haligtree.

@deathblightprince

Symbol Starters

Malenia sat alone in the depths of the Haligtree. Never one for ostentatious displays of authority, she rested upon a humble wooden chair, though sized for her unnatural height. Her remaining rotting arm was raised, eternally stretched out towards the empty spot where once her dearest Miquella had taken root. There she rested, unmoving, kept alive only by the watchful vigil of those that remained.

Yet, the very instant that which did not belong intruded upon the inner sanctum, Malenia stirred as she had not in decades. Flies were not so unknown to the rotting, but they were not alone. Dripping water...here? And this cold, moist feeling...fog? In the Haligtree's heart? She knew not the source of this phenomena, but it was not welcome. Nothing that intruded on the place Miquella had most beloved ever could be.

Her body ached and responded slowly, complaining with even the slightest movement for such a long time of disuse. She stood even as every muscle screamed, walking to her dormant arm and helm. She carefully picked them up and placed them back where they belonged, setting her helm and blade into place as she turned to face the footsteps that now echoed throughout the chamber.

She had been prepared to speak, to give the intruder a name for their death, but her words died in her throat as that voice rang out. The Rot had not yet claimed her eyes when she had last seen her elder brother alive. Her senses had not yet heightened enough to take note of his unique presence...but there was no mistaking that voice. Her sword was half-raised as the peerless warrior was suddenly caught between her desperate desire to believe and her inability to do so.

For just a moment, she was a little girl again, finding solace and safety with her twin in her big brother's arms.

"...Godwyn?"

#godwyn prince of death #deathblightprince #malenia blade of miquella #rottenbladeofmiquella #elden ring #rp #elden ring rp #heyo #thanks for the ask! #i hope this was alright #and i hope to have fun rping with you!

[saffron0v0]

¶Hello¶

I'm Saffron, thanks for stopping by!

Art blog, I accidentally reblog stuff here too.

Have a cookie 🍪

My dear Mutuals (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠):

@habtcher you're so fun, one of my first friends on here

@bunskero Very cool (I low-key look up to you)

Amazing artists, and amazing people

@shycroissanti Role model + big sister energy + Amazing animator in denial.

@sweetstarryeyedgirl The sweetesttt, her energy is always so happy! + Hard worker! (I'll miss you forever)

@kimetsu-chan Always supportive and there for everyone! + Her art and coloring is super unique and pretty! + Pretty aesthetic

@kiyokatokito I love kiyoka + you're very kind

@magnetsonfridges Tanaoi 🔛🔝

@night-mince0 Your blog is so fun and chaotic (in a good way) + Theria is such a cool concept! Good luck with writing it!

@naramaiz Your art is edible + Amari's cookies are delicious

@axolotl321 Your oc is the epitome of adorable

@ta-ni-ya Your art always inspires me! + Sanemi is lucky to have Kirika.

@thesimp-nikki I love seeing your art and silly (in a good way) posts on my dash! + Nikki is just adorable!

@silliestsakura Your tbhk content is so cool!!

@thewinterpillarhashira Your art is literally so soft, and squishable.+ You sure you ain't gotogue?

@cloudymistedskies I love marimui smmm + your ocs are super cool!

@larz-barz You're one of the sweetest people on here + Can I pet Milo?

@muitsuri Your aesthetic is so prettyyy! + Your ocs are all gorgeous!

@giyubabe Giyushino ftw + your Giyuu art is just chef's kiss.

@tokito-dulya20 Your art is so cool! + It's my first time befriending a Ukrainian! You guys are super cool.

@rion-isnot-an-ai I love your art + Hanako is so pretty.

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@renikyoki Giyuu looks so cute/cool (at the same time) in your art style!

Go give them all a follow, they're super nice, talented and friendly!

Edit: Okay wow, I need to get this updated.

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Note: Self love is the most important type of love, at least that's true in my opinion. I hope that influences yours (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)

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[twiceslainthriceborn]

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Plot/AU Ideas

So stealing that bell was not the smartest thing Ezreal ever did. Despite being little more of a lump of iron with unreadable gibberish on it, whatever cult that maniac Januk belonged to really wanted it back. Even those that didn't know a damn thing about the elixir were after Ezreal now! Eventually getting sick of the constant theft and assassination attempts, Ezreal decides to stop faffing about and get to the bottom of this mystery. Unfortunately, not only does he have a bunch of crazy people trying to kill him over a gods damned bell, there are those in the world who would rather the answers he's looking for remain buried. Indeed, they're willing to do just about anything to make sure that particular secret never sees the light of day. To top off this awful, awful situation, the longer Ezreal has the bell in his possession, the more it seems like there's someone else with him. Almost as if he would be able to hear someone unseen speaking to him, if only he stopped to listen...

Why must stars burn out? Why must a Guardian, having survived every fight and passed every trial, eventually succumb to becoming the Nemesis of the very thing they once protected? These are the questions that Ezreal, Star Guardian extraordinaire, seeks to answer. Yet no matter how far he searches, all he finds are more questions. A lost text here, a dead civilization there, all merely the remnants of past confusion and fear. One day, however, Ezreal stumbles across the one question that just might help him crack the case wide open: "If there is a First Star, is there also a Last?"

Ezreal's music career is launching at a meteoric rate. His third album is an even bigger smash success than his previous two, his ride is sweeter than ever, the praise and acclaim on his socials just don't stop coming, and he is absolutely not cripplingly lonely, thanks! During a routine interview, a surprise second guest is brought onto the show: Mordekaiser, lead guitarist of Pentakill. If Ezreal is the rising superstar of the pop world, Mordekaiser is the man who conquered the world of metal. It was widely believed among metalheads that no one could make a guitar sing like he could. Is there something the new can learn from the old, despite the wildly different genres? Is there something the old can learn from the new?

#ask meme #plot and au ideas #ezreal #essence-flux-primed #mordekaiser #twiceslainthriceborn #here ya go #hope these were alright #thanks for the ask! #and i hope to have fun rping with you!

[zelgiusofbegnion]

By the Sword

@txnichtgut

Rumor mills formed in any place where people gathered, and that was as true within the hollowed halls of Garreg Mach as it was within the slummiest pub. People would always crave entertainment no matter how high or lowly born they were, and among the rich and elite of Fodlan, there was no shortage of juicy news to gossip about. Such talk was difficult to avoid even for those with no interest in it; news had a way of spreading itself throughout the monastery proper and the academy both, even when one actively resisted learning anything. Sometimes information spread like a wildfire, instant and vicious, and sometimes it spread slowly and insidiously as it slithered through the dark crevices of Fodlan's center, yet it spread all the same.

So when it was announced quite suddenly that Lady Rhea herself had appointed not one, but two new instructors for Fodlan's most prestigious education center, everyone who was anyone knew about it within the day. The first, a young mercenary named Byleth, had been appointed as a full time instructor despite being a youth not even 20 years of age. They were, naturally, the centerpiece of the current round of rumors circling the monastery, but they were not the only point of interest. Along with Professor Byleth, there had appeared another warrior, a man named Zelgius.

If Byleth were an enigma, then Zelgius was a walking mystery. It was easy enough to come by information concerning Byleth; her father, the (in)famous Jeralt was forthcoming enough. But Zelgius? Here was a man no one had ever heard of, wearing strange crimson armor and wielding a sword of a make no one recognized and that no commoner could afford, who had (if the hearsay were to be believed) shown such prodigious skill with that bizarrely well-made blade that Lady Rhea had made him a probationary swordsmanship instructor despite the giant gaping blank spot that was the man's past. It was unheard of. Unprecedented. Something so ripe for speculation could never fail to catch the interests of those drained from prayer and schooling.

Thus the atmosphere of that first class with this new man of mystery was one of excitement and anticipation rarely felt within a schooling environment. When he arrived at the training field, still clad in that red plate armor, the class almost immediately fell silent. The man examined each student there, carefully allowing his gaze to fall on each one individually before he spoke. "My name is Zelgius. For the time being, I shall be acting as your instructor in swordsmanship." He raised high a dull practice blade before continuing. "I warn you now: a sword is not as kind a mistress as an axe or a lance. It does not have the weight of the axe, nor the reach of the lance, and it is not as easy to use as either. Learning to wield this weapon properly will demand more from you than its alternatives; you must have precision and speed, as well as the perception, timing, and wisdom to make its strengths matter while not falling prey to its weaknesses. My instruction shall reflect this."

He allowed the practice blade to return to his side as he began to pace slowly in front of the gathered students, making sure to maintain eye contact with them as he did so. "I shall not be a gentle teacher, but I shall be a fair one. I shall demand much from you, but never that which you cannot give. Not everyone learns in the same way, nor at the same rate, and I shall do my utmost to accommodate these differences. However, one way or another, you will learn or you will fail. The path of a swordsman is not one for the indecisive. You will commit yourself to your studies here, or you will not be passing this class. If you give your all to my instruction, then I swear that I will aid you in becoming a true master."

He stopped pacing as he stood before the center of the gathered class and impaled the tip of his practice sword into the ground. He looked from one student to the next, making note of each's expression at his little introductory speech before concluding it. "Are there any questions before we begin?"

#zelgius #caspar #caspar von bergliez #fire emblem #three houses #radiant dawn #fe rp #fire emblem rp #heyo #hope this was alright #and i hope to have fun rping with you #zelgiusofbegnion #txnichtgut

[mistressofallthefiresofhell]

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Emoji Starters

Agrabah was a place that had been built from the ground up to be the most important one in all the land. It was the crown jewel of the desert, the golden oasis of civilization. All the majesty of the sands could be found there, unmatched amongst the seemingly endless dunes. It was, to put it lightly, the place where Things Happened.

Unfortunately, not all of those things were pleasant. The brief takeover by Jafar had not lasted very long, and had mostly been contained within the royal halls. Still, it was undeniable that the the city had been a much darker place for the time he reigned; not helping things was that the singular tower of the palace blasting off never to be seen again was not something that could be ignored. Though brief, it had been a time of fear.

That time was over, all had thought. The vile traitorous vizier had been overcome, banished to some far distant sands where he could not threaten them any longer. The princess was betrothed to her beloved, had become allies with one of the mythical genies, and her oblivious but good-natured father was back on the throne where he belonged. The dark days were done, people thought. Everything was looking up.

Then the halls of the royal palace erupted into flames, a fire which burned an unnatural green. The conflagration congregated in the throne room, coalescing into the figure of a strange foreign woman. 'Twas a fearsome figure indeed; even if one ignored her strange green skin, the yellows of her eyes, the giant horns on her head, and the blacks and purples of her flowing robes, the raven on her shoulder leered at those surrounding the pair with an unmistakably gleeful malice. She stood tall and proud, a pillar of darkness among the gleaming golden light of Agrabah.

The guards stood between the woman and Jasmine and her friends (the only one missing was Genie, as he'd already left for his world tour). Her cold gaze raked across the assembled crowd before her, a slight grin forming across her face at their surprise and fear (well, some of the guards showed the appropriate fear; the rest would simply have to learn to). Her eyes settled upon the Sultan and Jasmine as she finally deigned to speak.

"My, this is quite the royal realm, your majesty. I believe I shall rather enjoy my time here. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Maleficent, the Mistress of All Evil, but you may call me 'Your Excellency.' You and all the people you rule over now belong to me."

#princess jasmine #nctaprize #maleficent #mistressofallthefiresofhell #disney #sleeping beauty #aladdin #rp #disney rp #sorry this took a bit #hope it's alright #and i hope to have fun rping with you! #ask meme #emoji starters