Late nights trying to play Blackjack with Uno cards with the exhausted morning shift
Late nights trying to play Blackjack with Uno cards with the exhausted morning shift
▲ ═══ “Magnetic Arrow” Hideki ═══ ▲
Title: Archer | Pirate
Birth place: Grand Line
Height: 190 cm
Favorite Food: Sweets and desserts
Favorite drink: Coffee
Devil Fruit: No
Haki: Observation Haki & Armament Haki
Bounty: Dead or Alive - $ 320.000.000
In Hideki's village there is a law by nature. Everyone born in the "Light Zone" has their equivalent in the "Dark Zone". That means that everyone is born with a kind of sibling or opposite clone.
Hideki was interested in archery since he was a child and could watch adults training. He spent his days watching the more experienced trainers and couldn't help but get more and more excited about it. When he grew up and was able to have a mentor, he practiced day and night until became an expert on the bow. Where he looked, he aimed perfectly, and is thanks to that that he earned his nickname "Magnetic Arrow."
One day, training with distant targets in the forest, he met his counterpart, Kurayami. Unlike him, Hideki was a more focused and analytical being. He preferred to keep quiet and watch, while saving his words for the really necessary occasions. He was also trying to avoid having to kill someone, yet his pulse didn't tremble when he had to.
When Ryoko arrived in town and offered to join her crew, he initially was going to say no, as he believed that pirates only kill without mercy. It was thanks to Kurayami that both ended up joining, and, over time, Hideki could understand that not all pirates are really bad and he began to fully enjoy his home with the Obsidian Pirates.
ik this fandom is like,, shriveled and dead beyond a few admirable, dedicated ppl but here's the link fam: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34566868/chapters/86045068
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// Been brainstorming for days for a Squid Game verse.
I feel like I haven’t gotten enough of a grasp around Bruce’s turned-human verse to have him be a player or even ex-player, and I feel like I don’t do Bruce enough justice when writing him as a human.
I’m more comfortable writing him in Cetus / semi-terrestrial sea monster verse, which opens up more interactions not restricted to the coast/waters. Though, I haven’t much clue for Bruce beyond the general cryptid verse— I could incorporate elements from a Korean movie The Host, but that might make the verse more convoluted???
SMALL TOWN CHARM AWAITS
The jewel of Grant County is the perfect place to call home. With a population just over 19, 000 this town has all the amenities you could ask for in a city without any of the inconveniences. A stone's throw away from Atlanta and Augusta, the town of Heartsdale is small in size but huge in heart.
In Heartsdale, the pace is a bit slower and the tea tastes just a little sweeter. Majestic, historic homes look over oak-lined streets, couples picnic by trickling fountains and manicured gardens burst with radiant color and fragrant perfume. It’s a scene that won’t ever go out of style. So why not slip into a Southern state of mind and let us be the first to welcome you to our charming town. Come for the day or stay for a lifetime, in a place where you may enter as a stranger but you leave as a friend.
WELCOME TO HEARTSDALE, GEORGIA
heartsdalerp is a plotless, literate roleplay for writers 21+ and characters no less than 25+. In keeping with our mission to have a safe and diverse space for muses of all backgrounds, we have created a welcoming environment in all aspects, with a heavy focus on character development.
Damn I kinda wish someone would roleplay with me,I want some nasty slasher pp or smth angsty maybe idk idk 🥲
OK, second try.
I’m still looking for a rp partner who’s into spooky/smutty/eventually dark/eventually taboo content.
Demons, ghosts, zombies, vampires, wizards and witches, shapeshifters, humans, all creatures are welcome. I have a couple of plot ideas and I’m happy to share them with you on request and discuss the details with you. If you’re more into smut I’m also fine with that as long as there’s a bit of chemistry between our characters.
This is a discord-only rp request and right now I only write MxM.
Please be 21+ (I’m old!), be willing to write at least 3 paragraphs and be able to update the rp every 1-4 days. OOC chats are welcome since it’s always nice to know what your rp partner thinks, likes and prefers.
Intrigued? Yes? You sure? Then please send me a message or like the post.
Does Call of Cthulhu need a dedicated monster book? No. Does the inherent taxonomy of a monster book fly in the face of the concept of inherently unknowable entities being corrosive to human sanity? Probably! And yet, I love Malleus Monstrorum! Granted I loved the original (2006), but even that should make me skeptical of this incarnation. The original was illustrated with the clever conceit of found art — basically altering actual old art to subtly include mythos imagery. I love that, and it elevates what might otherwise be a book of dubious value. The new Malleus doesn’t take the same artistic approach, but that’s OK, it still works for me.
It comes as two volumes in a slip case. This is the first, which concerns itself with monsters and other critters. Another potential pitfall with a CoC monster book is one we saw in the Creature Compendium and its derivatives: tentacle fatigue. After a while, all these tentacle monsters look the same. Now, usually I want my monster books to have illustrations for every monster, but Malleus doesn’t and it actually works in its favor. Less, in this case, is more. The monsters that ARE on display are either unusual interpretations of earlier designs (love those Mi-Go, for instance) or straight weird ass monsters I’ve never seen before (What on earth is that tick in a trench coat? Blargh!). This kind of…it doesn’t deepen the mystery for me, but it gives me a bit of interest in creating mysteries, which feels like the ultimate point of a book like this.
Also, there are stats for the Jersey Devil, my home state cryptid. So many bonus points for that.
“Help wanted. We need someone to help clean the empty dormrooms because their bus load of warrior and nurses moving in.” Lita said holding up a flyer. She yawned since she was up all night. She really hope someone will take up the offer.
IMVUWOC Haunted Mansion
I saw so many places, the things that I did
LOS ANGELES: the city where dreamers go & dreams come to fruition. many young adults make the move to the big city for a number of reasons. Follow along as these adults make decisions, live their lives and try to make a name for themselves in the city.
I Lived is a semi-plotless, semi-appless Glee Multiples RPG taking place on Discord set in Los Angeles focusing on character development through various prompts and events
With every broken bone, I swear I Lived
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▲ ═══ “Eyeless Doctor” Nozomi ═══ ▲
Title: Doctor | Pirate
Birth place: Grand Line
Height: 165 cm
Favorite Food: Sushi
Favorite drink: Hot Chocolate
Devil Fruit: No
Haki: Observation Haki
Weapons: Syringes with her own elaborations
Bounty: Dead or Alive - $ 250.000.000
Nozomi was born blind. Her life was quite complicated until she developed her Observation Haki, however, once mastered, her blindness was not a problem in her day to day life. When she grew up, she became interested in medicine. Nozomi wanted to help as many people as possible so that they could lead uncomplicated healty lives. However, no one trusted her. “A blind doctor? What kind of madness is that?" One of the doctors in the town where she grew up trusted her and taught her everything he knew. However, no matter how hard she tried, or how much her mentor recommended her, no one wanted to be cared for by her.
When Ryoko arrived on the island, injured, Nozomi was the one who cared for her, leaving her as if she had never been injured. Nozomi explained why she was so grateful to her, for giving her that opportunity when no one else dared to fall into her hands. That is when Ryoko offered Nozomi to join her crew, as their doctor. Nozomi didn't have to think long until she had the answer.
After fiddling around with this for about 6 months, I think I’m finally done. If you’ve ever wondered what shows like Reign, The Tudors, and The Borgias would look like if everyone had a phone with social media, this is the rp for you. This amendment to the period’s reality has been made in order to make rumors and gossip easier to spread, which is perfect because the setting here is a season known for finding a marriage proposal. Regency London is host to a variety of events that are held to help people network. Monarchs and nobles look to expand their reign, nobles look to get richer or find a pretty spouse, ladies in waiting hope to find a noble, and even the everyday commoner is allowed to attend and dream. Curate your character’s social media to announce their presence to the world in exactly the way that they’d want to be known in a time and place where image is everything.
I'm officially committed to this dusty creep, so here's a slightly more detailed backstory for him since canon doesn't go too far into it. This Brahms is for RP purposes and references/furthers my fic Goodnight Kiss. Prolly gonna set up a page for him with some rp-specific details in case anyone's interested. Anyway—1.1k words!
Full Name: Brahms Felix Heelshire DOB: November 18, 1988 (Age 32, Scorpio) POB: Birmingham, England Current Residence: Your House, USA
As a child, Brahms was very rarely accepted by other kids. He always had a habit of staring at them from afar, refusing to speak when they asked him questions, and he said that he didn't like them anyway. Brahms held conversation with his parents just fine, but he was more drawn to the piano and violin. His music was how they got to know him as he got older, and it's how he met Emily.
Brahms was enrolled into a prestigious music school when he was eight, and Emily was in his class. He became attached to her in a way that he never had with anybody, much less a girl his age. His parents were pleased that he was getting along with someone, so they kept up regular playdates and invited her family over every weekend for dinner. Emily was Brahms' best and only friend.
When she told him that her mother had accepted a job in the United States, and that she would have to go with him, Brahms went ballistic. He threw a monstrous fit that was so far from his usual self that his parents—though not religious—wondered if he'd been possessed somehow, or if he was violently ill. Emily's parents didn't let her see him again until they were about to leave, at which point they gave in to Brahms' parents' request for one last playdate.
That was the last time anyone would ever see Emily. Brahms asked if he could take her to a spot in the woods where he liked to play his music, and she accepted, following him through the trees and to a riverbank. Violin in hand, Brahms took a deep breath and began to play for her: Johannes Brahms - Op. 49 No. 4. That was his farewell.
Emily's smile when he finished playing was the last straw for him. A tear in his eye, he begged, "Please don't leave me, Emily," but she said she had no choice. "Don't leave me. You can't leave." He meant it. The violin swung to the side of her head and knocked her unconscious with the first blow. Brahms proceeded to beat her to death with it in another frenzy, crying and screaming with her blood on his hands.
After that, he ran back to the house with his instrument back in its case, and he took to the back patio entrance for a can of paint thinner. He lit the violin on fire with the stove and carried it back to where he'd poured the thinner onto the floor, tossing it without a care in the world. He wanted to see it burn.
Burn it did, and Brahms was left unconscious on the grass when his parents found him. He suffered from his burns for months before they healed, and after that, his parents were ashamed to look at him even though they never found out that the fire was his doing. Emily was presumed dead by the fire as well, and her parents were devastated. Her body was found some weeks later, but they were already in America by then and couldn't bear to go back.
Brahms' parents decided to move them all into a remote, northern estate and homeschool him. He hated his face even more than they did, so he became even more secluded than he started. Conversations with his parents became shorter and less meaningful, and soon he would stop speaking at all.
This was when he took comfort behind the walls for the first time, sneaking in through an entrance he found in the garden and discovering the maze that he would create a home for himself with. He didn't have to see the shame in his father's eyes, or hear clearly the pain in his mother's voice. He was happy.
The doll was introduced to Brahms one morning when he least expected it. His parents had it custom made to look like him, without the scars that he hated so much. He held it in front of his face and spoke to them again for the first time in nearly a year. His voice was hoarse, but his parents were so delighted to hear it again.
So, the doll became their new Brahms, the version of their son that didn't hide away. Still, that was the least of their concerns. Brahms refused to come out from the walls no matter what they tried. As the years went by, they got used to it. Their Brahms was all but dead.
As an adult, Brahms became more unruly in his demands, and the set of rules was created over a number of years through trial and error until he was happy with them. He watched his parents carefully to make sure they never broke them. If they did, he'd give them a hard time about it, demanding more of them, but he would never hurt them.
The first nanny came when his parents told him that his father had important business in London. He was promised that she would follow the rules and was pleasantly surprised when she did. But there was something about her, something so safe and familiar that drove him to reach out just a little closer. Blonde hair, a gentle face, the same blue eyes that Emily had—when his parents returned from London, he didn't want the nanny to leave him either, and so he killed her too.
He kept her in the freezer until his parents found her, horrified and in shock that he had killed another poor girl. He didn't have to tell them about Emily for them to know that it was him. This girl, though, it was a shame, and Brahms helped them cover up her death. "She never showed," accounted his mother. "I thought she changed her mind."
Brahms didn't know how many more women came and died before they found Greta, someone who was similar to Emily in nature if not appearance. While at first, she was hesitant, she came around to him. He only wanted to be close to her, to keep and love her like his parents had said. The letter they sent for him made him sick. He needed Greta.
But she got away, and the grocery boy got away, and everything seemed to fall out of place. Brahms didn't know what to do with himself. The doll took long enough to put back together, but even then, he didn't feel whole without Greta. Last he heard, she was going back to the United States.
Maybe, just maybe, he could get there somehow. Smuggling a person couldn't be too difficult. Maybe, just maybe, he thought he would find her.
Maybe he would find Emily.
“What the hell is that?”