#🪐.rp

[chaosmicjelly]

@spacefaringadventurers 💜 for a short starter

To surprise her friend, Perrine snuck up behind Valo. She had a hard time to not start to laugh, but was fortunately able to pull herself together.

Long lavender tentacles moved up towards the other's head, wrapped around the face and covered their eyes.

Now it was time to wait! Will Valo guess right who's behind them? Did they even know this game?

[delirioz]

⠀✿ིུ͠ ⠀ Vivi Users ˖ ❤︎⎯─;

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[marvin-falsettos]

hey btw you dont think mendels like, actually mad right?? like he knows its a joke and stuff doesnt he?? we're chill? he doesn't like rlly hate me?

-🪐<3

Oh god no, he doesn't hate you. He's just. Stand offish about this stuff.

Don't think he's mad :)

[cyn-icism]

Do you have games on your phone?

[o-scrivello]

oh my god wait i just realised smth abt my dad count now that burns joined the ranks.

-🪐

What?? Good for him I guess.

[commbowman]

Partly based on both Alien and The Last of Us. Following a previous draft where everyone makes it to Jupiter, but their end goal is Europa, much like the Tsien. Instead of finding mostly harmless creatures from the depths, they instead find vicious parasites that feed off of other organisms. This won’t end well...

—

It had been decided, long before they reached their destination, that only two of the five astronauts would make the first landing on Europa. Whitehead and Poole, as a geophysicist and a biologist, respectively, were to take a pod to the surface of the icy moon and send observations to the others.

It had been going well. Frank had been ecstatic. But when something broke through the ice, a creature beyond imagination, he found he couldn’t leave fast enough.

“Something’s just broken through the ice!” He shouted.

There was a buzz on the other end of the line, the other three and Hal all clamouring for answers. What did it look like? What was it doing? Was he far enough away to observe it safely or should they prepare for his return?

As if in slow motion, Frank watched as the giant, tentacled, sharp-toothed monster bit into his coworker. Whitehead twitched and struggled, ragged breathing the only sound he could make.

Frank was close to the pod still, and had it open in record time. He looked back to see if Peter could be saved, and saw that the other had miraculously fought his way out of the killer’s grasp.

Whitehead stumbled to the pod as the creature disappeared beneath the freezing water again, and Frank rushed to help him aboard. He lifted off as fast as possible, simultaneously repressurizing the pod and guiding it back to the Discovery.

—

“I’m going to try to remove it.”

The whole crew was gathered round the table in the pod bay, where Frank had made a makeshift surgical suite.

What he had thought were teeth were actually some kind of toxic barb, and Whitehead had been covered in them. If it wasn’t the slow depressurization of his suit that killed him on the way back, it was whatever the mystery substance those monsters had injected him with.

There was also the issue of a leech-like creature, a living part of the bigger animal, stuck to the dead astronaut’s neck. Before they froze his body, they’d try to remove the little sucker and study it… and hopefully bring it back home if it survived long enough.

“One, two-!”

Frank pulled, gloved hands slick with something, and wrenched the leech from its host. There was a spurt of blood, and the thing wailed and flung itself around, trying desperately to hang on to something living.

“Get that thing away from me!” Jack yelped. He jumped back, accidentally shoving Victor closer. It swiped at him, unable to hang on but succeeding in drawing blood. It then turned back to gnawing on the big rubber gloves that surrounded it.

While Hal kept a constant feed of the ship stored in its expanding memory there were few times he was actually requested to archive footage. In this case he was asked to isolate the feed in the makeshift surgical suite and record. It would make writing the account easier and serve as an appropriate backup in case the specimen was lost.

Hal himself was morbidly optimistic about the creature, its slug like form fascinated him greatly. While the dead of the astronaut greatly upset him he thought better of it- it was not for nothing as his body had brought back a being of great study.

Dave did not share in the computers optimism. He stuck to the middle of the small group collected about the table with his arms crossed firmly across his chest. He did not like the idea of any of them being close to it. Of it being on the ship at all. While they had the means to contain it the prospect of unknown life was not as promising as he had thought it to be back on earth.

It happened fast. Blood. Hands and the gnashing of teeth.

“Shit!”

He gripped Jack by the back of his neck shoving him off to the side of the room, choking on his curses. He turns- Victors bleeding but the bite isn’t as notable as the hole bore into the neck of Whitehead.

“Kimball- your mess. You bandage. Measure first.”He shoved bandages and a camera into the man’s hands, ignoring how they trembled.

The creature thrashed against its rubber prison mindlessly. Unable to last without a host the leech shriveled within minutes of detachment, the exact timing of which recorded by Hal.

“Do you think you can get your information out of that thing?”

Prepared for the idea of alien life but not the hostility of it. There were no defenses and no reason to return to the icy moon. They’d have to be satisfied with what they had.

[ask-redsoldier-tf2]

*frog blinks at you*

Soldier: *crouches down to eye level* hello maggot

[pkmn-ken]

Finally. ….made to…..headquarters.

hope Cyrus…..is not…..mad with……..me…..for my…….lack of……..response.

[chaosmicjelly]

@timidblues (( continued from here

It had become a habit for Sophia to find the little alien hiding here and there close to the Daycare, and after seeing it fending for herself for that long...let's say she couldn't bring herself to leave her to die out here. So she had brought Perrine home with her that night, now sat down to eat her dinner. She had been looking at her tv for only a few seconds, and here she was, confused at some of it missing. Quickly, she looked around herself and caught her nibbling on part of her dinner― eyes going wide. * Perrine! She reprimanded her for a moment, sighing as she set her plate down on the table and crossed her arms in front of her. * If you wanted some food, you could've just asked... The blonde pouted a little, her eyes staying on her as she tried to scold her. Looks like she'll have to take care of another little one, even at home.

Perrine knew she simply could have asked, but like this, it was way more fun!

Being caught by her, the toddler-sized alien jumped on her feet, hands and face dirty from Sophia's dinner ‒ a part of it at least ‒ she was just about to shovel inside her wide maw.

"Asking would've taken too long! I'm so hungry!" It must be hard to understand, since she was speaking with her mouth full of food. "Also, stolen things taste better!"

(( it's fine!

[delirioz]

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[marvin-falsettos]

Sureee thing, keep telling yourself that

But i CANNOT belive you sunk to his level that is WILD, poor guy- babies first man-crush!!!! HAHAHSHAH

-🪐

:(

And I can't believe it either. Although I wouldn't say first man crush. I know he only recently properly came out as bi? But if he does have an interest in me (that would be unfortunate for him, and Trina.) ...let's just say he's hung up from college, kid.

Don't go spreading that around though.

[cyn-icism]

[adam-raki]

Hannibal/HEU discord server

[ Hi there!

A mutual on instagram and I have started a Hannibal/HEU discord server, based on roleplaying the characters in a primarily groupchat setting.

So far, we have Adam (me), Duncan and Hannibal as our major characters - with Bobby and Grigg doubled up by me and another person.

Anybody wanting to play Will or Nigel (but also any other Hannibal/HEU character) is wanted!

Please DM me or reply to this post if you are interested! I will not know if you're interested if you only like the post.

Thank you!!! ]

[official-soulriders]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Pinned Post ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

woa how'd you do the sparkle thing??

It's easy, there's a website you can copy and paste them

Okay are the sparkles necessary-

I think they're fun, I don't see why not?

Guys, focus-

Oh, right. Halo, you wanna kick off introductions? This was your idea.

ok!

hi everyone, my name's Halo :) um, I'm from Jorvik! I live in Valedale and this is my horse, Buddy!

um, my pronouns are they/them

That all you wanna put?

yea

Alright, guess I'm up next. I'll try to keep introductions short too; my name's Alex, tech expert and lover of fun and chaos! And this bozo is my best bud, Tin-Can!

(She/her)

Hi everyone! I'm Lisa Peterson, up and coming music artist from Texas, but I live in Jorvik with my dad. This here is my horse and the namesake of my family ranch, Starshine!

(She/they)

Hi, I'm Linda! If you go to Jorvik High you might know me as the editor in chief of the JHS Gazette. This here is my horse and Jorvik's biggest glutton, Meteor:

(She/they)

My name's Anne Von Blyssen. If you're any amount of involved in Jorvik's dressage scene, you probably know who me and Concorde are already. I'd like to decline any questions about my disappearance a couple months ago, thanks.

(She/her)

Basically we're uh- I guess you could call us a riding club? We're dedicated to helping people around Jorvik! Kinda like charity work, I guess. But we also do fun, casual riding stuff too. When we aren't fighting off dark forces-

This blog was mostly an idea for Halo to make more friends, so they're probably the one you'll see on here the most- but you'll also hear from the four of us too, occasionally! We each have our own individual tags, too:

#🪐 speaks = Halo's tag

#⚡ speaks = Alex's tag

#🌟 speaks = Lisa's tag

#🌙 speaks = Linda's tag

#☀️ speaks = Anne's tag

(( OOC under cut ))

(( roleplay blog for the soul riders (including my OC) from SSO! i'm normal about them. my typical sso posting blog is @starbornsoulrider so go there if u wanna know more abt Halo! ))

RULES/INFO:

-light NSFW jokes are fine but nothing explicit.

-mun is an adult

-you probably know me from pkmn irl, so i just wanna say that even if you're a pkmn rp blog/any other kind of non sso rp blog you can still feel free to interact! i mean i might block for certain fandoms but i don't feel like listing them here

-magic anons are on, but depending on how I'm feeling i might delay answering them

-for ask games i kindly ask you to specify who you're sending an ask to! unless i specifically say im only doing an ask game for a certain character. otherwise i'll just pick one randomly

[o-scrivello]

dudeeeeeeeeeee wtf

-🪐

If ya gonna judge, jus' don't speak up.

[commbowman]

Something’s not right with the universe, and Halman finds himself human somehow. What happened? How do they cope?

Post-3001? @frankpooleunofficial

The operation had worked for years now, humanity saw itself as being safe while the observations turned covert retracting the monoliths surrounding earth back to the nearest center. And Halman broke himself out only to be trapped again- trading what seemed to be one punishment for another. Their request was weak, their files were corrupted but they again asked of their creator… and so they’d wait. Perhaps it wanted him to sufficiently beg before responding — after all they were now viewed as hostile— or it took that long for the message to go through.

~

On a random day in the middle of July, if that month still exists, a man drops onto the vault floor. Oxygen immediately floods the chamber as alarms whir and robots activate from inside, yelling in an incomprehensible version of English no longer so easily translated. The man was naked and barely able to breathe despite the air. Nearby research centers were contacted immediately.

The man appeared to be David Bowman, long missing (presumed dead) astronaut of Discovery one. Only he was taller than he had been, his hair had grown and there was a strange marking over his heart something of a red starburst. He wasn’t listening to the robot attendant or even the alarm, it was doubtless if he could hear anything over it- he curled in on himself over his knees his hands covering his ears. He appeared to be breathing manually.

Hurt.

Taste bad.

Loud.

Hurt. Hurt. Hur—

Sore.

Open eyes. Open them.

It was all so primitive, non complex , survival based thought. He felt like an animal. He felt too much. Every cell, every breath, every grain in the floor, ring in his ear. It was too much.

“Stop,” he wheezed. Barely grunting out and intelligible noise before even that was too much.