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[mvsicinthedvrk]

hw event 15 (funky murder mystery time) plot call! hit the 'like' button and i'll send you a plotting message, maybe not today but definitely tomorrow/wednesday at the latest, and we can pick some people to plot with. this will double as a starter call; i'll add threads here as we plot them. (but as a side-note, i probably will drop most non-event stuff once this starts, just for my own sanity. if it's a thread i'm really enjoying i'll keep it but otherwise if it's not hugely plot-related it'll probably get cut, rip)

wei wuxian: this man has died 3 times already, so he's not concerned. also his personal life is going great at the moment, so I can't see him getting too distracted by these murders when he's got better things to do than panic.

wei wuxian starters for: marlene mckinnon (mcrcki)

yuri plisetsky: he is tired of this bullshit. will be compulsively texting his friends and acquaintances to make sure they don't go out alone. will he be investigating? no, because he's a 21 year old, without any background in detective work. but for plots he's more than willing to tell your character that their theories are stupid and ridiculous

yuri plisetsky starters for: lizzie midford (drvcxrys)

orpheus: probably doesn't even know this is happening, tbh. does not read the news, does not eavesdrop on people at the cafe. blissfully living his life without a care in the world.

orpheus starters for: vanellope von schweetz (flyaboveitall), sirena (vcndetta), samwise gamgee (softsliders19)

wen kexing: his security system at home and at work are great. he'll be worried about a-xiang and chengling more than anything, so he'll want to keep an eye out on them/for them, but solving a mystery is none of his business.

wen kexing starters for: zhou zishu (youllalwaysbemyporcelain)

xie lian: xie lian is unfortunately in the category of 'i care too much' and 'let's work together and help solve this, okay?' he is pretty sharp when it comes to solving mysteries, but definitely wants to team up and coordinate with other people, because the more minds working together, the better! he is very optimistic that they can get this wrapped up soon.

xie lian starters for: mu qing (masqce), qi rong (tragcdysewn), ji euntak (spellbcok)

blathers: man is just trying to do his job at the museum, ok. please do not pull him into anything, he does not want to be involved, he is too aware of true crime podcasts to think that his contributions would be useful.

blathers starters for: ahkmenrah (purelybilateral), stede bonnet (softsliders19)

he xuan: this is not his fault. he did not cause this. he will have a few people he wants to keep an eye on but will be minding his own business otherwise.

he xuan starters for: shi qingxuan (irresistiibles), chunyu (tragcdysewn)

sha hualing: murderers? finally some excitement that this city needs. she will be causing problems on purpose, such as purposefully fucking with evidence and trying to leave fake clues for investigators. because that's good, cheap fun.

sha hualing starters for: eddie munson (recklcssabandon)

liu qingge: if he sees someone even vaguely suspicious, he will not hesitate to stab them with his giant fucking sword. so consider your characters warned.

liu qingge starters for: adora (flyaboveitall), anakin skywalker (recklcssabandon)

loid forger: finally a chance to utilize his spy skills! he has not been "officially" put on this case, but in the interests of helping keep the city safe, he will be investigating, so if you want anyone to team up with, give him a call.

dongfang qingcang: let everyone kill each other, he literally does not care. caring is beneath his paygrade.

chu wanning: he'll feel an obligation to contribute, probably by investigating on his own. i don't think he'd want to work with anyone else, because he doesn't want them to get potentially hurt, but that motive probably would not come across well and instead he will most likely come off like a loner asshole, rip

chu wanning starters for: mo ran (tragcdysewn), cisco ramon (vcndetta)

filippa kosta: yeah, they're ambivalent. this shit happens all the time. it is what it is and they just hope they don't get stabbed to and from work, but-- they have decent insurance, so.

filippa starters for: josh washington (purelybilateral), fred weasley (rcquicm)

qi yan: she's suspicious about why this is happening, but trying not to get involved. she works at the white house, so i'm sure tensions there are relatively high. if you have a white house employee character as well, this is a good potential plotting opportunity.

qi yan starters for: leia organa (mcrcki)

kaz brekker: keeping eyes out everywhere. he won't be trying to solve the murders unless someone he knows falls victim to it, but-- he's a good person to bounce ideas off of, because he does know crime pretty well.

kaz starters for: elliot alderson (purelybilateral), inej ghafa (irresistiibles), nikolai lantsov (rcquicm)

mo xi: he'll mostly be wanting to keep an eye out and make sure gu mang doesn't go wandering around alone, stupidly. he'll be concerned about the situation, but one or two murderers can't be that big of a deal, right?

pei ming: no murderers on the loose will keep him from enjoying a good time. he may, in fact, talk his bar owner into throwing a serial killer themed party at the bar one night. bad idea? probably. fun, though? hell yeah

pei ming starters for: victor nikiforov (irresistiibles)

lee rang: look, man is down to use this as an opportunity to cause some chaos, so if you want one of your characters to get injured or psychologically fucked with in some way, we can plot with him.

lee rang starters for: zoya nazyalensky (masqce), lee yeon (youllalwaysbemyporcelain), sabrina spellman (spellbcok)

that's what i've got! hit the like and we'll figure out a couple threads to do during the event 🎉

[romanflorian-blog]

As he approaches the racetrack, Roman can’t help but feel a little guilty. It’s been a while since he and Vanellope spent time together and he knows he’s not the only one responsible for that but he feels bad anyway. He figures coming to see her on her turf, in her favourite place on the island, is probably the best way to start making his apologies and hopefully give their friendship a fresh kick.

He watches with a smile as she climbs out of her car, waving to get her attention as he makes his way down to the track. “Good to see you haven’t lost your touch.” He says with a laugh as he approaches her. [ @vanvroom ]

[risingmccns]

Hey there everyone, I’d like to get some (more) threads going with these characters, so if you’d like a starter from them, like or reply to this! You can read up on them here!

*indicates a selective muse, meaning I will only play them with mutuals

Bert Alfred (based on Bert from Mary Poppins)

Dan Evans (oc)

Aaron Ridgeway/Lucifer (oc)

Jimmy Olsen (based on Jimmy from Adventures of Superman)

Vanellope Von Schweetz (based on Vanellope from Wreck-It Ralph)

Aidan Dennyson (oc)

Olaf Snø (based on Olaf from Frozen)

Jack Phillips (based on Jack from So Weird)

Peggy Schuyler (based on Peggy from Hamilton)

Bobby Saquer (based on Spongebob from Spongebob Squarepants)

Sorin Denatos* (oc)

[imnobodyuknow]

Whew...  I can’t believe I’ve made ten full-sized drawings since I started this blog somewhere between two and three years ago.  I would’ve preferred it if I could’ve moved my molasses a bit more during that time (Vanellope von Schweetz joke -- sorry, it couldn’t be helped), but I always prefer quality over quantity anyway.  Not to mention I’ve been running a much more time-consuming blog all the while.  I’m not complaining about that, of course.  Only a foolishly foolish fool would do that.

Anyway, I thought I might as well showcase them all in one spot now that my “big reveal” total has reached ten, so here they are, in order from oldest to newest:

1. Peculiar Cheese -- My first picture of a video game scene, from Mother 3

2. Piano Lessons -- A cute interaction between father and daughter (so to speak) inspired by Ib

3. Phoenix’s Serenade -- My first Ace Attorney-themed drawing

4. Undertale -- A comic strip poking fun at Undertale

5. Mary’s Protest -- Another Ib-inspired drawing

6. Before the Pain -- A picture of three Ace Attorney characters before their lives changed drastically

7. Forehead Space -- A more lighthearted Ace Attorney drawing

8. Merciful -- My first attempt at abstract art, and my first colored pencil drawing

9. Helping Hands -- A scene from an Undertale/Ib crossover thread between me and a friend of mine

10. Wright Anything Agency -- My comedy writing career in a nutshell

Here’s hoping I can keep improving my technique in the next ten, whatever those end up being.  I’ll give it my best shot!

[imthelcstprincess]

ouat verse.

Name: Rapunzel ‘Raquel’ Carter, ( Princess of Corona ) Age: 18-current, depending on timeline/realm

In Storybrooke, Maine - a town full of a strange nostalgia she can’t quite pinpoint -  Raquel Carter ( ironically enough, nicknamed Rapunzel ) runs a small art gallery in town.  She’s often seen with her loyal and trusty companion Pascal, a small chameleon who almost always rests on her shoulder.  

Not only does she run a small art gallery in town, but she’s also the guardian of Penellope ( Vanellope Von Schweetz )

In the Enchanted Forest, Rapunzel’s story has the same arc as Tangled - she’s locked away in a tower, kidnapped by an evil witch who uses the blonde’s magical hair to keep her young and beautiful forever.

threads/posts set in the enchanted forest will be tagged with /( enchanted forest. )

[coughsupgliiitter]

Know your RP-Partners

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST, DON’T REBLOG.

name: I don’t like giving out my real name online

nickname: Angel (as the name of the first character I rped online, it kinda stuck xD)

zodiac sign: Libra

height: 1.73m

orientation: Hetero

ethnicity: British

favourite fruit: Strawberries, nectarines, apples. In that order.

favourite season: Autumn

favourite book: Robin Parrish’s Dominion Trilogy: Relentless, Fearless and Merciless

favourite flower: I dunno? It’s not really something I’ve ever thought about?

favourite scent: Fresh-baked bread

favourite animal: Dogs, cheetahs, foxes EDIT: AND OTTERS HOW DID I FORGET OTTERS?

coffee, tea, or hot cocoa?: Hot chocolate

average hours of sleep:  7 / 8

cats or dogs?:  Dogs ^^

favourite fictional character: Vanellope Von Schweetz

when was your blog created?: Last winter

what do you post about?:  Roleplay threads

do you get asks on a regular basis?:  Not often

aesthetic: I literally have no idea how to answer this? I dunno?

favourite band/artist?: Hans Zimmer. I like soundtrack scores most of all; and between The Lion King, The Prince of Egypt and Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron, his scores are my absolute FAVOURITES :D

fictional characters I’d date: None; I’m very happy with my real-life gf, thanks :3

Hogwarts house: Proud Hufflepuff!

countries I’ve lived in:  England

favourite fandom: Disney

languages you speak: English. I did learn some French in school, but I’ve since forgotten most of it.

favourite film of 2017: So far, the new Beauty and the Beast.

shuffle your music library and put your first three songs here: Reverie (Alexander Rosetti, Homestuck: Cherubim) // Enter the Heroes (Randy Newman, Monsters, Inc.) // The Beast Lets Belle Go (Alan Menken, Beauty and the Beast)

last thing you bought online: a Lilo & Stitch Disney pin, as a gift for my girlfriend

who would you take a bullet for?:  My gf, for certain. I would like to say others, too; but since I’ve never been in life-threatening danger before, I have no frame of reference. I’m afraid I might just prove to be a total coward instead ^^;;;

tagged by: @connor-rochette

tagging: Whoever wants to ^^

[fandomflail]

title: weddings.

rating: t

a/n: spring cleaning my dropbox folder and found this ficlet. decided to finish it up. 

The ballroom was decorated in rich blue and green colours; no surprise given the bride and groom’s origins. The smell of seafood wafted through the open ballroom doors, and there had to be some sort of irony there, Emma thought with a sardonic grin. Then again, what exactly, did mermaids eat? Had Ariel given up being a mermaid forever? It didn’t seem right to ask such questions on her wedding day.

The buttered lobster, however, was to die for.

 Then again, no dish came even close to the decadent spread that was Killian Jones in a handsome outfit – part leather and part something soft and velvety. It was black, naturally, but there were threads of red in the brocade, and the cut accentuated his slim hips and biceps.

 He looked devastatingly handsome, and she could see women looking, simpering and sweet as they tried to edge closer to what was hers. (She wished Ariel hadn’t decided to invite everyone in the fucking realm; it was really tiring to remember that Emma was an actual princess and there were expectations she didn’t care for.) 

Of course, they didn’t know that he had a love-bite the size of China from his collarbone right up to his heart, or the raised, angry skin of his back where her nails had dug into him as she hit her crescendo in their last encounter between the sheets… or that under his jacket there was a thin bracelet that used to be her necklace– a circle of continuity she had given him that rested just above his pulse point.

“Emma!”

 She started, turning to meet her father’s gaze, who looked both amused and slightly pained at the way she was starring at her fiancé. She raised an eyebrow at him in response, because she could totally stare at her fiancé if she wanted to (the man was sex on legs, she’s allowed to objectify him damnit). 

David sighed, though he was smiling good-naturedly at her.

“I’m going to go check on your mother, she said she was going to check on Neal half an hour ago.” 

“Isn’t Josephina on duty today though?”

 “She is, but you know Snow.” 

Emma smiled, acknowledging her father’s assessment.

 “Yeah okay, have fun.”

 “You too, sweetheart,” David smiled at her softly, kissing the side of her head as he moved towards the doors.

His departure left Emma alone again, partially secluded by an enclave that allowed her some space to sip her drink and take in the sight and sounds of a life she could have had, if not for Regina’s dramatic need for revenge. Then again, all said and done, it had worked out pretty good for her… 

Her gaze drifted back to Killian, entirely on its own accord, just in time to see Robin laugh and Killian scratch his ear in a move she recognized as part embarrassment, part fluster. Whatever they were discussing had left Robin in giggles at Killian’s expense, and it left her curious.

 The movement of his arm revealed a bright red mark just below his ear, previously covered by his artfully styled hair. Emma let out a small gasp – his hickey was bright red and completely obvious, drawing the attention of the two women who had been steadily moving closer to the pair of men. They stopped (finally!) and Emma felt a sense of satisfaction, made brighter when she remembered why she gave him such an obvious love bite in the first place – he had been saying filthy things in her ear as she had undressed for him the night before, unable to do anything else but use his words as his restrains kept him securely to the headboard and she had disciplined him by taking him by surprise, clamping her teeth on his neck, demanding he refer to her as Captain Swan, only soothing the bite after he had acquiesced.

The events of the night prior stirred the embers of her lust, her body remembering and wanting more. She began to feel the slight build of moisture in between her legs, and moved closer, intent on stealing a kiss from her betrothed’s lips.

She was halfway there, skulking in between pillars to avoid any unwanted conversations, when she realized she had neared the pair of women. She took little interest in them until she heard their hushed conversation on the other side of the pillar.

“A man able to garner such a response must surely be a force in the bed chambers, don’t you think?”

Emma stopped abruptly; positive they were still talking about Killian. 

“Bed chambers? Drizella, I’d let him ravish me anywhere.”

‘What kind of a stupid fucking name is Drizella?’ Emma thought viciously.

 “Well, it appears he’s already taken, if that mark is an indication. Do you know his name, by happenstance?” 

‘They’ve been stalking him all these time and only think about his name now?’ 

“Haven’t the faintest idea, but I’m going to find out. Even if he is claimed for, you know that men of his stature take consorts. I just want a taste.” 

“Oh goodness, you’re being absolutely literal about a dalliance with this man?”

It appeared despite the unfortunate name, Drizella was not as driven as the raven-haired beauty that was her companion. 

Jealousy surged through her, burning like a shot of whiskey, though it was tempered by a strong sense of satisfaction that Killian Jones was and would forever be one hundred percent hers; true love, and all that.

She knows it by the constant ache between her thighs that has become his favorite resting place, by the delicious burn of her muscles from their activities, by the softness in his gaze when he smiles at her, by the perpetual warmth of her magic when their skin touches and the fullness of her heart every time she looks at him.

Still, the idea of seeing the scene before her play out is far too tempting to pass up, if nothing for the entertainment value in seeing a flustered Killian Jones. She watched, curious, to see what the women would do. She didn’t have to wait long.

The raven-haired beauty walked over to Robin and Killian in what can only be described as a glide, leaving Drizella awkward and uncoordinated-looking in her wake. Upon closer inspection, Emma realized she was much younger than she had initially thought – no more than eighteen, nineteen at best.

Still, she was terribly smooth, Emma admired grudgingly (she was nowhere near as coordinated at that age), as she bumped ‘accidentally’ into Killian’s arm.

Emma moved closer, taking a large sip of her mulled wine. 

“Oh my, how embarrassing, to bump into a prince.”

Both Killian and Robin turned their attention to the ladies, nodding their heads in respect. 

“I’m not a prince, m’lady, and it’s of little consequence.”

“Oh, how charming,” the girl cooed, and Emma held back a snort of laughter at the irony.

Killian and Robin shared a smirk and Emma saw Killian sticking his tongue to the side of his cheek in an effort not to laugh.

“Oh, where are my manners. I’m Lady Vanellope von Schweetz and this is my companion, Lady Drizella Tremaine,” she said, smiling up at them.

“I am Sir Robin Hood of Locksley,” the knight from the wish-realm restored man said, “and this is Killian Jones, future Prince Consort to Princess Emma of Misthaven.”

This version of Robin was very fond of titles and the pomposity of it all, which was slightly jarring given the Robin she knew, lived in the woods. Emma really didn’t want to get into the semantics of it all. 

“Prince Consort?” Drizella piped up, suddenly interested in the proceedings.

Killian rubbed his neck, the exact spot of his hickey, Emma noted with amusement, and nodded.

“Aye, the Princess has seen fit to marry me.”

“Oh, forgive me for being indiscreet, but I was under the impression that the king and queen had arranged this match for her. Have I been led to think differently?”

Killian’s handsome face adopted a slight frown, “It would appear so. Emma and I are very much in love, and her parents have given us their blessing.”

“My sincerest congratulations, I should have wished you sooner, my curiosity got the best of me,” Lady Vanellope said with a sheepish grin. 

“No harm done, m’lady,” Killian said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Deciding that she’d seen enough, Emma straightened her tiara (a fucking tiara, god what was her life) and set the glass in the alcove before making her way towards the lot. 

It took her all of eight steps, and she smiled brightly at them.

“Hi,” she said, forgetting whatever pretentious greeting she was supposed to use in formal settings. 

“Your Highness,” the two ladies said in unison, bowing lightly.

“My love,” Killian said, the emphasis in his tone leaving no doubt that he was doing his own territorial marking. Emma suddenly wondered how much of this he’d put up with throughout the night. 

“Hey you,” she said, leaning over to place a light peck on his lips.

“Mm, mulled wine. Where’s my glass, Swan?”

 “Get your own,” she laughed, batting his hand away as he searched for her glass on her dress.

“Your Highness,” Lady Vanellope said, when Emma turned her attention back to them, “if I may be so bold as to ask?”

“Yes?”

“Did you really slay a dragon?”

The girl’s eyes were sparkling, looking far more excited at talking to Emma than she would’ve guessed.

“Yeah. That was so long ago, how did you know?”

“The Tales of the Saviour is a highly read book, about the Princess Emma and how she is lost and found and oh, oh oh! Do you really live in The Land Without Magic?”

“There’s a book?” Killian asked beside her, and he got his answer from the other girl, who nodded shyly at him while Vanellope looked like she was about to burst with a hundred questions. 

“Yeah, we just dropped in the Enchanted Forest for Ariel’s wedding. Realm travel has really improved in the last few years,” she said with a chuckle.

“Oooooh!! I would loooooooove to visit, I hear it’s amazing!” 

“Vanellope,” Drizella hissed, “if your father hears you, you’ll never leave the courtyard.” 

Emma felt instantly sad when she saw the way the other girl visibly deflated, her excitement leaking out at Drizella’s words, which is what made her say, “Actually, Vanellope, I’d love to show you around Storybrooke. Something tells me you’d get along well with Henry, he’s my son and a little younger than you, but he knows more about Storybrooke than most.”

At that, Vanellope let out a choked screech, as if she were trying desperately to remain decorous and failing.

“I.would.love.to.meet.him” she said, eyes glittering in full force, “Your Highness,” she added as afterthought. “How old is he?”

“He’s 15 this year.”

 “Oh, I’m sixteen! We’re practically the same age, Your Highness!”

‘Sixteen? Damn, these kids were growing up fast.’

“Call me Emma. Let me know where your dad is and I’ll invite you both over.”

Vanellope had clearly grown up in court, because she understood immediately the way Emma had just undercut her father’s authority, and gave a deep bow. 

“You’re way better in real life than the books, Your—Emma.”

Killian laughed beside her, his hand around her waist flexing. “Oh lass, you have no idea.” 

When the two left, promising to return with her father, Emma turned her attention to Killian, leaning into him.

“You won’t believe the things that sixteen year old said about you.”

“I really don’t want to know, Swan.”

“You sure you don’t want to know how ravishing you are?”

“I already know I’m devilishly handsome. I don’t need anything else but you.”

 “The both of you are maddeningly saccharine; it makes me want to find my own lady.”

“Regina’s by lasagna outside, she’s determined to crack the recipe the last I saw her,” Emma told Robin, unapologetically nosing into Killian’s neck as her eyes met Robin’s.

“Sounds like a plan, see you both in Storybrooke.”

With that, Robin left them, and Emma kissed the soft skin of Killian’s neck. “Dance with me, handsome pirate?”

“Not craving a prince instead? Or a knight?” he teased, arms coming around her to sway her gently in his hold.

“Always preferred pillaging and plundering to armor and jousting,” she said, fingers rising to play at the nape of his neck.

“Is that right?”

“Do I have some swordplay in my near future?” she asked, raising herself to whisper the question in his ear, leaving no doubt as to her meaning.

 “I did tell you once long ago, didn’t I, that when I jabbed with you my sword,” and here he tilted his hips to her, “that you’d feel it? Well, I’m a man of my word.” 

“Looking forward to it, Jones.” 

“The feeling is mutual, Mrs. Jones.”

 Emma didn’t bother correcting him that she was future-Mrs. Jones. It was a done deal. 

[royalraised]

( * new muse tag drop.