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demon-blood-youths · 2 years

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A Deadly Battle || Aftermath

This is part 2 of A Deadly Battle written by me for my amazing rp partner @the-silver-peahen-residence. If you guys are interested, please read part 1 written by peahen-mun! She is a cool writer and rper. Her rps known for craziness, randoms and gives a good adventure for everyone!

That said.

Like peahen-mun’s pervious drabble. A what if Sukuna comes to the NYC and here for Ink’s challenge.

We already seen what Sukuna did to the demonic fractions of NYC but now...what would be the aftermath after their lost? Will the DBT and Ink make a comeback from this or lick their wounds, stay and take the loss?

What happens when New York City has no fractions? And who would be the new daredevil to take on Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses?

Read and find out!

Guest stars!

Sukuna, Gojo, Megumi, Q and Nobara ( from Jujsutu Kaisen and peahen’s canon muses )

The Lovely Horrors from my side blog ( @lovelyxhorrors )

The DBT ( my muses )

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Ever since the devasting lost that the DBT and especially Van Ink The Dragon suffered. They thought the King of Curses will end it all until a bright light teleported them to a different realm.

The DBT couldn’t believe that they were in home of Ink’s devil; Vanity whom saw the fight thanks to Senkai using his bats to record the grand battle. They woke up and sees that they’re in medieval church or in this case, a castle that is brimming with silver, ivory and blue. Right now, their fraction and Yuu’s fraction are being attended to by Duke and his men. Duke the first in line in becoming the next Dragon of Pride as he is one of the dragon heirs.

The DBT were glad that they were out of harm’s way and managed to get some rest. Still, they wonder what their devils are going to do about this? Will they get involved They never get involved in this especially in the world of humans but it looks like they’re doing something about it sorta.

Other fractions are being attended to by their own devils and such. Vanity’s castle is a safe haven and well-guarded.

Still the members of DBT were worried about one person. Their leader. Ink. Who never came out of her room that Vanity provided it. Navarro, Hellmare, Shdwkyz and almost everyone in the team heard the shouts and yelling from Ink’s room when they try to check up on her. They were sounds of anguish along with loud crashes.

Yuuka with her fraction, Dark eclipse Deadly Nightshades were saved and healed thanks to Vanity’s men. She is about to visit Ink but is stopped by Oblivion. She also heard the screams from her room startling the girl. She never thought Ink would be suffering like this. “Not right now. I don’t think it’s good to see her right now.” Oblivion whispered making Yuuka nod her slowly. Yuuka is worried. It must be not the physical wounds but mentally as well.

They never thought Ink would take the loss hard and react in such a way. They see Ink bounced back after losing time and time but this time. This is Sukuna they’re dealing with. And what Sukuna did made Ink angry as there were quiet sobs from her room.

Nobody knows how to comfort her or cheer her up. What would they said to her?

“Jeez.....” Navarro said. As someone in second commander, he couldn’t imagine how Ink feels. “I can’t sit here and do nothing.” He grits his teeth.

“We have to leave her be.” Shdwkyz said. “Seeing how that fight went, I would be inside my room all day.”

Oblivion narrows her eyes. “She’s going to bounce back from this, right?”

Hellmare sighs, “I’m unsure. I heard the wounds that inflict on Ink were serious. I think she’s angry at herself for not doing enough knowing her.”

“But she needs to know everyone is fine. I mean....” Rust looks unsure as the DBT doesn’t know what to do but then they see someone enter Ink’s room.

------ Meanwhile in the human world -----

“So Ink got beaten by this Sukuna guy?” The wild hair boy with a scar across his nose and scars on his body twirls the knife as he heard the news.

“That’s correct, Matt. It seems like this Sukuna is very dangerous to beat. I advise with caution. He is not like the others we fought.” Sid tells him. The teen Matt aka Killer Night chuckles.

“Jeez....I wonder if that guy is still around.” Matt said.

“Not only that....” Sid begins.

“The fractions in NYC have disappeared as if someone took them away from here and away from this King of Curses’ onslaught.” Sid said. The members of the Lovely Horrors look concerned about this. Pete who is with Q aka Kyūsaku Yumeno, a former member of Port Mafia became frightened at the sight of Sukuna.

“Yeah.” Shirka said. “But what’s weird is I saw demons down there before that beam of light came about.”

“Demons. Devils? Hold on, they’re getting involved???” Charlie asked as she plays her role between her hands.

“This Sukuna guy must be really bad.....” Cobin who shuttered as Lex nods. Matt chuckles, “Well....if he’s really that strong to give Ink that much of a beating, I guess I need to introduce myself. Besides...someone has to make it up to me.”

-------- Vanity’s domain -------

“Are you done?”

Ink who is in pajamas shirt and pants as she has bandages wrapped around her arms, legs and there were patches on her cheek. She is panting heavily as her figure looks hunched over as she is panting, gripping the edges of the table, breaking it slowly. She snaps her head to see her devil, Vanity standing there patiently. A draconic demon who has dragon snout, has horns and dark armor. He would be in demon form but now, he is in human form has long black hair he looks ruggy appearance and has dark bangs in order to come inside the room. He still has long horns and wears dark armor. He also has similar skin complexion as Ink including the grey eyes. She didn’t realized he walked in.

The Dragon of Pride sees the room a mess as chairs thrown, things are off the table and onto the floor while her greatsword Wyvern is laying flat on the ground.

“Getting angry and throwing a tantrum won’t help, Ink.” Vanity said calmed as he swishes his dragon tail back and forth. “WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!?” Ink yelled as her grey eyes glow furiously. “I LOST!” She felt so useless. Weak. Broken. Helpless.

“You lost before and that wasn’t a problem for you..” Vanity simply said.

“NOT LIKE THAT! H-He was playing with me, Vanity! He never took me seriously!!!” Ink yelled. “HE NEVER DOES!”

“Cursed spirits are a different breed...” Vanity said. “They’re closer to demons...after all.”

“Well..Sukuna isn’t just other cursed spirit! He went after all the fractions because of me!” Ink retorted.

“Do you feel responsible for what happened?” Vanity titled his head at her.

“What do you think?!” Ink yelled. “I-I.....if I knew any better, I would just tell them to hide and not to fight him, I would take him outside of the city and none of them would get hurt. Jinx and her fraction, they wouldn’t go through something like that. Fin, Kali, Guam, Rex, Ashely, Ethan Yuuka and Jinx. None of them deserve what happened because of me!”

“That is true.” Vanity speaks, “The King of Curses wanted to get rise out of you. Not only that, you do realize the other fractions were hurt that they didn’t want to give your fraction up because of their pride. That is their choice-”

“THEY’RE OUR FRIENDS! I SHOULDN’T-”

“You shouldn’t what? Provoke the King of Curses? Are you upset that he attacked your pride in some way because you felt the need to prove yourself that you’re not beneath him in some way by merely challenging him? You felt the need to teach him with some humility?” Vanity narrows his eyes at her making Ink silent. “And look at the outcome you’re in...” Vanity said firmly.

“Unfortunately, you learned a hard lesson and you realized your terrible mistake. Such beings are not to be trifled and you saw what it has done to you and other people you cared about. Now the question remains is....is what you are going to do after.”

“I.....” Ink sits down on the bed. “I mean....I can’t go back knowing Sukuna is out there. I can’t.....I don’t want to ”

“Are you afaird of him?” Vanity asked. Ink bit her bottom lip.

“Ink, there is no shame in fearing someone stronger than you.”

“I’M NOT SCARED!” Ink roared, grabbing her own head. “I just can’t....I want to beat him but.....Yuji-”

Now Vanity blink “Did you hold back because of this friend that Sukuna possessed? The one you called Yuji Itadori?” Vanity asked. Ink slowly nods.

“Then that’s understandable. However I highly doubt that Sukuna would allow the boy to die horribly but that’s not it, isn’t it? You felt like you haven’t done enough and you were back into the cornered after using your assumed best attack which leads to your defeat.”

Ink grips her pants but didn’t say anything.

“You think an attack like that will bring him down. Wyvern Tail Slam? But you don’t think so, you want to believe it so much, you tricked yourself that it might work.”

After using Wyvern Tail Slam, she tricks herself into thinking it might beat Sukuna but it didn’t but she wishes it was true. Vanity is right on that. She never felt so angry at herself for being so weak.

Vanity sighs deeply. “It’s not only the matter of becoming strong. It’s learning to be wise. Do you think Sukuna become like this when he was born? No, he mastered jujutsu during the golden age of jujutsu back in his homeland where cursed spirits run rampant and where the time isn’t so forgiving to humans such as yourself. The reason he played with you is because he knows that he’s stronger than you not to mention calculated and smart. ”

“You think Sukuna wasn’t taking you seriously? You’re right. Not because of you being a demon, it’s how you carry yourself being overconfident giving him a good excuse to beat you down brutally and attacking everyone just to test that theory. It’s okay to have some pride but you have to.....what do you humans said, back it up?”

“You’re lucky that you were saved. As a word of advice from me, don’t pick battles you cannot win especially you of all people who knew better.” Vanity said without emotion.

Ink grits her teeth, he’s right. Vanity is right. She has no right to challenge Sukuna and look what happened. He proved it. He show everyone in the city that she was taken down like nothing.

“However.....if you wish for a rematch and regain your honor. You need more training and experience along the way which I will help you.” Vanity gripping his weapon making Ink blinked.

“After all....we cannot allow such an Imaginary Demon to make a mockery of us...” Vanity growled.

-------- Meanwhile -----

“Guys! The Lovely Horrors are in NYC!” Fosh informs them.

“Are you fucking serious?!” Navarro yelled.

“What are they planning?!” Maggie asked.

“I think I know....” Shdwkyz muttered.

------- Back in New York ------

A pack of HYDE freaks are surrounding three people in the middle and some in the back. Shrika is the first to come to the scence. “What do we have here??”

“A cursed spirit?” A youth with black spiky hair and wearing what appears some kind of uniform. A brown-haired girl narrows as she is holding her hammer and two nails between her fingers also wearing a similar uniform.

“A cursed spirit! Is that you call us demons?” Shrika cackled. “You’re wearing the same uniform as the pink-haired guy. The one who beat the fractions.”

“We didn’t! It was Sukuna!”

“Yeah...we know! The one who beat up the dragon! I wonder if you’re strong as him.” Shrika said.

“We really don’t got time for this.” Gojo sighed as he is still blindfolded. Shrika noticed that none of the weapons the HYDE freaks hit him. “If you’re here to waste our time, back off and run home your tail between your legs...”

“Huh?! The hell do you think you are?” It’s Jason in his werewolf form, approaching Gojo. “We’re not going to listen to some human wearing blindfold!”

Gojo smirks. “Oh...sorry to hurt your feelings, furball but if you think you’re the strong enough to take on Sukuna. You must be out of league. It’s quite funny”

“Ha?!” Jason bares his teeth at him. There is a size difference between them as Jason is towering over him. “The hell do you said? Want to repeat>”

“Alright, mutt...if you think you can take down Sukuna, take me down.” Gojo chuckles to which Jason grins. “ALRIGHT THEN!” Jason brings a machete down on it. Of course, what he didn’t expect that it would break on impact when it made contact with his personal space.

Little does the lycan knew, he would get schooled by the strongest special grade sorcerer known to man, Gojo Satoru.

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“So you must be the guy who calls himself the King of Curses!” Matt finally found the person he’s looking for. The Lovely Horrors sent out the HYDE freaks to find out Sukuna only to see that none of them managed to touch him as all of them were diced into bloody pieces. This must be the guy.

Sukuna looks up to see a ragtag of brats, one wearing a costume with that ghostly mask, a monster that looks between a boar and an insect and the one in the middle who has that crazed look in his eyes.

Ever since the dragon brat and her little friends disappeared, it was like his prey was taken away. Although seeing her confidence being taken down made him cackled. It was fun even if the brat is annoying. Still he wonders who this brat with the red eyes and a scar on his nose is as his cursed energy is off the charts making him lick his lips. He is strong as the dragon, it seems but how strong?

“And who you supposed to be, punk?” Sukuna asked, playing it along.

Matt grins widely. “You can call me Matt or Killer Night. Whichever you want to call me. I heard you’re the one who beat Ink.”

“Yeah? What’s it to ya?” Sukuna raised a brow.

“She is the strongest and we always end up getting a draw between us. I supposed to fight her next month until you came along so you gotta make it up to me.” He smirked.

Huh. The audacity of this brat. These demonic brats must be full of themselves, thinking they can hold a candle to him. But since he’s bored, he can play around with this Killer Night for the time being. His cursed energy is intrigued. Sukuna cackles as he taunts the boy with the fingers, telling him to bring it on.

“Alright then! Come at me and let me see what you got!”

“Will do!” Matt grins manically as he rushes at him, pulling his knives out.

------ 2 hour later ------

Matt never thought this guy is so tough. No wonder Ink got beaten. Matt pants as his smile never wavers. Red blood drips from his head and his arm was severed. He had to use Nyx Armor to keep himself together while he tries to dodge or something. He’s a mess and he got new scars than ever. Blood is pooling under him. He closes one eye as there is bleeding from the side of the head. His bones were crackled and it’s hard for the healing factor to keep up. He had to swallow HYDE pills to keep himself going.

This guy is slashing and dicing.

“I have to admit, boy.” Sukuna chuckles, he heals his wounds instantly as he dust himself off, looking at the hunched and bloodied boy. “Using dark energy on any kind of weapon is smart. Using the darkness as your cover while bluffing it as an attack when you summon it is pretty smart too. What was it? Killer Night? I almost thought it’s a domain expansion at first. No wonder your cursed energy is interesting.”

“Glad you like.....it.” Matt coughs up blood, still smiling.

Sukuna claps mockingly. “You’re just like Inky. Reckless, strong, confident and....so damn full of yourself.” Sukuna gave the dragon a nickname. “I wonder how you and that dragon brat came to a draw if you two fought so many times. I mean you’re stronger than her but I assume you’re more disciplined and a bit smarter while she plays around until shit hits the fan which makes a bit sense.” Sukuna said.

Matt smirks. “Well....you’re not wrong...Ink is strong as me but she has her own reasons” Matt asked.

“I see. I wish I can come here and kill you instead of my clone...” Sukuna said casually and that’s where Matt paused for a moment, “Clone?” Matt blinked dumbfounded.

“Huh? Oh! You thought you’re literally fighting me?! Oh no!” The King of Curses waves his hand. “You’re fighting a clone version of myself.” Sukuna smiles so widely it made Matt think this guy is the devil himself.

“Huh......where the hell are you??” Matt sneers, not liking to be taken as a fool.

“Oh? What’s wrong? Disappointed? Your feelings hurt that you won’t fight real me? Huh, I guess your bloodlust overshadows your thinking that you don’t realize it. Of course, that is to be expected. You’re nothing but a rabid animal boosted by drugs you took. You’re an animal that needs to be broken and retrained.” Sukuna gives his sadistic smile. “If you serve me, maybe I can take you out for a walk and give you a bowl of water.”

This guy....Matt almost popped a vien, hearing that.

“Who do you think you are?” Matt’s eyes glow dangerously, “I’m nobody��s pet.” Matt said. “You think yo won! I’m still standing! What? You send your clone for what?” Matt grins. “Scared?”

Then that’s where he got pinned against the wall with his jaw shut by the cursed spirits’ hands. He sratches his cheek with his fingernails. “Don’t kid yourself, punk.” Sukuna growled. “I’m searching for those brats who got away from me. I assume someone save them just because....” Sukuna said thoughtful, Matt growls. “But oh well. Where we are? Oh yes.” Sukuna pushes Matt through the wall and throws him down across the floors. “Breaking you.” Sukuna laughs maliciously as he jumps down.

#rp #ic #thesilverpeahenresidence #A Deadly Battle|| Aftermath; Drabble #A Deadly Battle || Drabble #Part 2 #vaninkthedragon #thesilverpeahenresidence ( The King of Curses - Sukuna Ryomen )#I let you write how the fight between Matt and Sukuna went down #and here is part 2. Hope this is okay!

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sincerely-krp · 5 months

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a little positivity... if you could, what rp would you bring back? // Ivory City. It wasn't perfect but I liked most of people's muses and willingness to write and plot long term connections or ideas

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punkriod-aes · 7 months

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all follows through @hubmuses .

aesthetic / headcanons based blog of ALASKA. no actual rp here.

bio under the cut.

rules.

( to be updated . )

biography.

names were given to cheaper gonks and chooms that didn't give two shits about their own steel and iron material, thusly, the first female robot lifeform made out of those ivory towers got to choose her name , though firstly they tattooed the code 01 across the back of her wrist. a name she related to, but was told to pick another. something more human, something more trendy. so she was shown miles upon miles of cities, streets, information on all lifeform all prosthetics, all bargaining chips and gangsters and she choice the more human name " ALASKA ". though she referred to herself as 01 to closer encounters. she was given a mission and a statement and placed out in the market for the highest bidder, but when she connected more with guitars and tunes then her local handler she was caught up discovering what it felt like to feel for the first time. one drunken night her handler decided he'd try to explore his relationship more with her and he ended up with his head blown wide open at the end of a shotgun she grabbed from his bedside table. humans were a bloody fucking mess and she deserved better. having understood the scene of things she went undercover dodging officers and assailants alike. dying her hair blonde and growing it out. taking on a rockstar lifestyle after gaining buzz off a band she started called, " The Fireflies " before long she became a known punk face among a seas of assholes and ruby red fan girls. though she never told anyone that her head was just made out of plastic. keeping it solely to herself. she decided to go solo as just ALASKA and hit it big on her own. even as her past threatened to keep up with her. she made it big. cashed in Alot of money and one fat reputation for dealing out rock hard albums and selling big. while secretly working to take down the one person who assigned her to her handler. knowing too much about her whereabouts and her personal life. learning that the people she once trusted the most still wanted her sold as merch to the highest bidder. her eyes on their ivory towers. she made it big as a rockstar , just as out there as Johnny Silver hand's band. And with a personal vendetta against P.L.A.S.T.I.Q.U.E Corps she set her sights on taking them down. one hired thug at a time. taking big interest in chooms that could sell in to her needed luxuries. the fancy complex, the fast cars, and the big guns stolen from militia. along with her career as a rock n' roll artist she also signed on as a model for Royal Charts. often finding the more she worked the larger paparazzi became and the more annoyed she got. going full headlines for pulling out a nine milometer on a paparazzi rat.

Face claim: Taylor Momsen.

IMPORTANT NOTES.

all of the pretty reckless albums are considered to be alaska's albums in her band " ALASKA".

alaska/ 01 is loosely based off my own schizophrenia delusions that I had for months , but ceased.

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wisponed · 7 months

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GRIEF IS NOT A FEELING, BUT A NEIGHBORHOOD. THIS IS WHERE I COME FROM --

WISPONED / independent sonic forces original character rp blog

character information: below the cut

inspiration from: games, idw comics, select shows + movies

written by celeste ( she/they, est, 25+, 10+ years of rp experience )

rules: i have a full-time job so i won't be here 24/7, i can be a little selective bc i like keeping my dash clean and relevant, i don't care if you reblog stuff from me go for it babes, triggering and nsfw content may be explored but nothing explicitly sexual will ever be present, i'm cool with shipping but don't be weird about it + i need to know you and your character fairly well before jumping into anything, let's have fun and not be dicks to each other!

interacting: easiest way to interact with me is through ask memes ( which i LOVE continuing as threads), i'll be going light on the formatting and might not always include icons so if that's not your style i totally get it, i LOVE talking ooc about our characters ( gives me more drive to respond to things, too ) so please ask for my discord

a study in: anger which is easier than grief which is easier than sitting with loss, scars on your palm from claws biting into flesh, lightning as illumination; lightning as power; lightning as discharge without relief, promises writ in blood, cemeteries that are the size of cities, taking the next step, the next breath, the next shot because you are not sure who you are without this mission

can also find me: @greenhillguy ( sonic the hedgehog ) + @windrule ( jet the hawk )

EVERYONE I LOVE STILL LIVES THERE.

ABOUT

scratch the cat is an original character based around the events of sonic forces

i'll be playing scratch in her early/mid 20s, and probably won't be using any icons for her. she is a tortoiseshell cat with brown, orange, and black fur, and yellow eyes

while scratch is not the avatar that you play as in forces, she is from the same city, and was privy to the death and destruction wrought on the city by infinite and eggman

scratch's parents, older brother, and younger sister were killed in the attacks, leaving her nothing and nobody to go back to, so she throws herself into the resistance, taking on risky missions and front-line defense positions

in the beginning of the war, scratch was definitely not focused on making it out alive, instead just trying her best to make any kind of impact against infinite and eggman. as she survives and hardens over the months, so does her anger, and by the time sonic comes back she's become more focused on killing infinite and eggman than protecting the resistance or any of the people who call her their friend

when infinite disappears, it robs scratch of any semblance of closure. she can't accept that he's really gone because she hasn't seen that he's actually dead. it's a similar feeling when the resistance beats eggman, letting him get away, as if he doesn't have to pay for all the hurt, all the pain, all the death he caused

while most citizens were grateful to give back their wispons and join the restoration effort, relieved the war was finally over, scratch only became more restless. she stole her wispon, the ivory lightning wispon, and set off on her own crusade to find and kill both infinite and eggman

scratch has a close relationship with the ivory wisp that resides in her wispon, naming it blitz -- although blitz doesn't seem to condone her revenge plot, it's loyal to her and doesn't want to see her get hurt. blitz has never abandoned her, although sometimes it will choose not to attack or provide it's hyper-go-on energy if it doesn't agree with what she's doing

after the war, scratch broke into old eggman complexes and workshops, hunting for information about infinite and the phantom ruby. she's working on gathering enough intel to figure out not only what happened to infinite but also how to find him and finally take her revenge on him

in terms of plotting against eggman -- i'll probably play around with idw timelines here in regard to the whole mr. tinker and metal virus arcs

anyway.. lots to vibe with in terms of helping scratch along her revenge plot or trying to convince her of another way. she's also extremely reckless and willing to help with missions or tasks others might deem as suicidal, so if there's something stupidly dangerous your character needs to do, you can probably count scratch in to help

#sonic the hedgehog rp #sonic rp #sonic oc rp #sonic original character rp #sonic forces rp #sonic forces oc rp #sonic forces original character rp

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anitosoul · 1 year

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tripreport.035_derealization

March 2023

tr.035_derealization | February 2023

DJ Gigola - Unfolding Practice

DBridge - Depersonalised

Fatima Al Qadiri - Hip Hop Spa (Nguzunguzu Remix)

Nosaj Thing & Kazu Makino - My Soul or Something

MIIIN - Metagame

Kali Uchis - Moonlight

Submotion Orchestra - Always (Synkro Remix)

Djrum - Turiya (Tessela remix)

Visages & Alix Perez - Black Katana

Childish Gambino & Azealia Banks - Earth: The Oldest Computer (Last Night)

Kessler - R2D2 On Crack

AK SPORTS - Robots Are Forever

Luke Vibert - Moderneers Modernize

Underworld - Pearl’s Girl

Benji303 - Play With Fire (Jah Scoop Remix)

Hyph11e - Sinking

Multiply, Ivory - Back In The 90's

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Hamdi, Nikki Nair - Skanka (Nikki Nair Remix)

Orion Sun - Dirty Dancer

Slauson Malone - Smile #6 (see page 198 and 158)

Bonus (Interlude Mix)

JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown - Jack Harlow Combo Meal

Skream - Lightning

Borai & Denham Audio - Make Me

dazegxd - just 2 c u

Helen - Witch (Vocal Version)

Eggboy - Nagsasawa ka na ba?

Yak - Zephyr

niishi - I’ve Been Waiting For You To Set Me Free

Slikback - INHALE

100 gecs - Dumbest Girl Alive

Swimful - More Distant on Approach

Ahadadream - Hydration

RP Boo - Bang'n On King Dr.

DJ RASHAD - Walk For Me

Denham Audio - How Could I

Nia Archives - Sunrise Bang Ur Head Against Tha Wall

Coco Bryce - City Lights

Bitty McLean - Walk Away From Love

Melvin Gibbs - Light Absorption

B-Side

Liv.e - Gardetto.

Itoa - Wet Brain

DJ Manny & DJ Phil - Havin' Fun

Gardna & Skibadee - Every Time That I Land

They Hate Change - Breathing

JiaLing - RahJahLing

Just Jungle - Come Fi Nice It Up Special (2021 Remix)

blksmiith - BART FLAC

Muddyoush & ibrhhh - SAFARI

c0ncernn - kick of a lifetime

Mowalola, Bloatedfaith & Snipersan - BOX

Swimful - Official Party Line

Yves Tumor - god is a circle

Kid Lib - Soundboy A Qwops

Mount Kimbie & Kai Campos - Quartz (DJ Stingray Remix)

King Geedorah & Gigan - Krazy World

jawnino & 3o - 3styl3

Kaho Matsui, DJ COOLWIFE - sssssmilinggggg (DJ COOLWIFE club edit)

Mementut - Tronus

AQXDM - The Good Old Days Are Tomorrow

Björk - Hidden Place

King Krule & gum.mp3 - Slush Puppy (DB Breaks Edit)

Tim Reaper, NVious - Quincy

7038634357 - Overalign

7038634357 - Avoid

Still House Plants - I’m In Your Orbit

Still House Plants - Curb

Yves Tumor - Purified By the Fire

Jungle Smile - Onaji Hoshi (Ogawa / Hurin)

#mix #dj mix #tripreport #derealization #dissociation music #bass #dubstep #ambient #club #footwork #jungle #indie #noise #experimental #SoundCloud

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mnemosyne-xiv · 1 year

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𓆩♡𓆪 ✧ Remia's Lore ✧ 𓆩♡𓆪

The former handmaiden of the feared Witch of Doma, known to most in the Far East as the Silver Kitsune, Remia lives out her days in Namai Village researching the ancient city of Mhach to better hone her void magick under the guidance of her two voidsent companions. Despite the public outcry for her to have been executed following Yotsuyu’s death, she’s been employed as Hien’s Arcane Advisor and, unexpectedly, has become a trusted confidant of the young Lord.

Seeing as she's a formidable void mage, it came as little surprise when her sister Ravn, a former Scion, contacted her asking for assistance looking into matters concerning the Thirteenth. At Hien's behest, Remia now begrudgingly accompanies Ravn, Y’shtola, Vrtra, and Estinien on their quest to rescue Azdaja. And to make matters worse, Zero seems to have taken a particular interest in her and her voidsent summons. So much for not being roped into this world-saving nonsense…again.

Below the cut is Remia's entire backstory from her childhood to 6.1 for those curious about her history. Beware, the rabbit hole goes deep into the void so don't click to continue unless you want a wiki page worth of info thrown at you ^^; ♡ by no means is this meant for rp purposes. just here to give a timeline for those wanting to know more about my precious cynical miqo and for me to keep her lore straight

PRE-STORMBLOOD

Two Sisters

Being born with striking ivory hair and a single white eye into a previously influential and wealthy family, Remia was seen as a curse. She was an outcast among the other children in Gridania. The only person to treat her kindly was her sister Ravn. An adventurous soul by nature with a strong moral compass and love for all things mechanical, Ravn protected Remia as best she could—both from the cruel children that would bully her and from their parents who were steadily growing more abusive with every passing week.

Forsaken

As their family wealth began to dwindle thanks to mismanagement of funds and falling victim to countless scams, Remia's parents blamed her for their misfortune. They wanted nothing more than to be rid of both her and Ravn. With the last of their money, their parents ventured across the sea and brought the girls to Kugane where they sold off Remia to a band of corrupt pirates from the Ruby Sea for a hefty price. As for Ravn, she became game for the Viera tribes of the Golmore Jungle. Since the day they were sold, the two sisters wouldn't see one another again until much, much later under very different circumstances.

Ruby Hell

Growing up on the unrelenting tides of the Ruby Sea, Remia quickly became a spectacle to those who believed in the Kami. Many a gullible Doman would pay thousands of gil to simply see her when she was younger. The older she grew, the more crude the requests became. Abused, starved, and treated as nothing more than a pet fox by the vile pirates that kept her captive, she attempted to maim herself in hopes of lowering her value. Turns out a half-blind fox goes for more than she could have ever imagined... So much so that one of her regulars gifted her a rare grimoire rumored to belong to a powerful Mhachi void mage.

Freedom

One fateful evening, the pirate ship she was stowed away on was raided by the Confederacy. Remia refused the help of Tansui and Rasho when they attempted to reach out and offer her a place among their crew. It was common knowledge she was stuck on that ship being exploited and abused for years now so why was it only then they decided to come to her aid..? She didn't trust them. With her grimoire as her sole possession, she fled the Ruby Sea altogether and made for the nearby villages in hopes of finding somewhere to hide.

Unlikely Friendship

Having been raised out in the Ruby Sea, all Remia knew was how to use her looks to get by. It was only expected that she'd once again end up as a courtesan this time working at a proper pleasure house. She was treated better there, but by no means was that an ideal way of living. Though, one good thing did come from working at such an establishment: befriending a girl named Yotsuyu.

Remia and Yotsuyu grew close over their shared loathing and distrust of humanity. Life is brutal and unfair, a fact they were all too familiar with. Only by their own hands could they change their fate, and Remia desperately needed someone she could rely on in this godforsaken world. Where Yotsuyu dreamed of crushing Doma, forcing every last Doman to suffer as she had, Remia simply wanted to survive.

Her memories were beginning to fray and fade. Yotsuyu was the sole person who remained fresh in her mind—even her sister had been all but forgotten by this point. Yotsuyu was kind to her. Protected her. Remia didn't understand why her memories were becoming an unsolvable jigsaw puzzle, but she knew that regardless of how much further her recollection degraded, Yotsuyu would always be there for her. It was them against the world.

STORMBLOOD

An Imperial Upgrade

After Zenos crushed the Doman Resistance and crowned Yotsuyu as the new Imperial viceroy of Doma, Remia too was taken into the Imperial Army as Yotsuyu's handmaiden. A title that in reality meant she was Yotsuyu's personal guard and assassin both. She held no allegiance to the Imperials nor to Zenos for that matter. Her sole loyalty lay with Yotsuyu—though even that wasn't entirely true.

As Yotsuyu's treatment of the Domans grew worse and far too cruel for even her to stomach, Remia found herself slowly being backed into a corner. She would quietly try to dissuade Yotsuyu from ordering her to carry out her most vile punishments. And when that would inevitably fail, she would leave for whichever village had drawn the viceroy's ire and dole out a more lenient punishment than what Yotsuyu had ordered. For as terrible as life had treated her thus far, Remia didn't see the point in inflicting pain on those who were truly innocent, needlessly perpetuating the cycle of hatred.

Beginning of their End

Remia knew in her heart that once word reached her and Yotsuyu that these Scions had come to liberate Doma, their time together was limited. The Warrior of Light herself would herald in a new age full of promise for Doma at the expense of herself and Yotsuyu being cast out into the deepest pit of the seven hells.

Something needed to change. Yotsuyu couldn't be allowed to continue her obsessive crusade, but neither did Remia wish for her to die at the blade of the young Lord who somehow survived the rebellion. And then there was the matter of that strange ashen miqo'te she encountered during her last clash with Yugiri and the Warrior of Light while guarding Zenos. Everything was a mess. Only her grimoire brought her comfort. A grimoire that was slowly beginning to corrupt her.

The Fall from Grace

The siege on Doma Castle was the final nail in the coffin. Remia defended against the Doman Liberation Front for as long as she could. Grynewaht cut down an endless sea of rebels with her by his side until the lower levels of the castle were flooded, forcing them to retreat if only somewhat. Remia eventually left him to delay the Warrior of Light while she ran back up to the keep to find Yotsuyu once it became clear this wasn't going to end well. They needed to escape while they could. There was still time—

When Remia made it to the keep, her desperate pleas for Yotsuyu to flee fell on deaf ears. Yotsuyu revealed to Remia that her true plan all along was to destroy Doma Castle, burying both her and the prince once and for all. She spoke like a mad woman. Remia tried one last time to get her to run away. They could start anew somewhere far away from Doma if only she would just trust her. And then Hien along with the rest of his party barged into the keep. Before Remia could try to fight them off, she found herself pushed over the balcony by none other than Yotsuyu. A final act of kindness to give her the chance to live out a new life assuming she survived the fall.

Before she met the jagged rocks at the base of the sinking castle, a dark portal roiled to life underneath Remia, swallowing her whole.

Dark Patron

Inside the darkness that saved her from certain death, she met a small voidsent imp. Still in shock after the events that just transpired, Remia didn't say a word as the imp proposed an offer: he'd reveal to her the truth behind her memory loss in exchange for helping him find a way home to his darkness-consumed world. He was far too weak to return on his own—forget about surviving if he did manage such a feat—and only by leeching off of her aether could he eventually regain his strength to return. Remia agreed without much thought if only to get this imp to take her back to Yotsuyu.

A Fleeting Reunion

Doma Castle now reduced to rubble, Remia found herself in the heart of the Doman Enclave. The imp held true to his word and brought her back to Yotsuyu, or rather "Tsuyu". Her friend was a shell of her former self. Perhaps she was a more accurate version of the woman she could have become if life hadn't been so cruel. And though Tsuyu had forgotten most everything from before the castle's collapse, there was a flicker of recognition behind her eyes when she saw Remia. A feeling that the strange fox-girl was someone important.

Remia was quick to get over her shock and asked Gosetsu and Hien both if she could stay by Yotsuyu's side. Against the wishes of his people, Hien agreed and spared her life.

Day after day, Remia refused to leave Tsuyu unless absolutely necessary. She ignored her supposed "sister" who continued to pester her in favor of spending as much time with Tsuyu as she could. Gosetsu too was kind to her and her friend despite their bloodied history. Fate had given them a second chance at life, just as she had wished for, and Remia wasn't going to waste it. Memories be damned, so long as Yotsuyu was alive, there was hope for their future—hope that was quickly snuffed out when Asahi came to visit.

Goodbye to our Future

Remia found Yotsuyu just after she had regained her memories and murdered her parents. They fled the enclave together and returned to the Garlean airship where Asahi was waiting for them both. He left the two to their own devices while he set off finalizing the last of the preparations for the prisoner exchange that was to be taking place the next day. Alone in Yotsuyu's personal chamber, the two women reminisced over the years they had spent together late into the night until they eventually fell asleep.

The following morning, Remia woke up alone, the door to Yotsuyu's room locked. Dread pooled in the pit of her stomach while she desperately tried to break free. By the time she finally managed to break out and find Yotsuyu, it was once again too late. She ran into Castrum Fluminis right as Yotsuyu stabbed Asahi with Tsukuyomi's katanas.

In her final moments, Yotsuyu admitted to Remia that she had tried to push her away if only to spare her from the endless darkness she had wanted to plunge Doma into. A futile effort, clearly. She thanked Remia for being her only friend. The only person who saw her for who she truly was and never abandoned or tried to change her.

By the time Gosetsu and Hien returned, Yotsuyu had peacefully passed away in Remia's protective embrace.

Building Trust

Following Yotsuyu's death, Remia's memories degraded at a rapid rate. Even her memories of Yotsuyu were slowly becoming a muddied, jumbled mess in her recollection. At Gosetsu's request, Hien took Remia in. And, as a silent gesture of thanks for how well they treated "Tsuyu", she pledged herself to Hien. Soon after she was put to work as his advisor on all things aether and magick related. Though her memories concerning her life were becoming fewer with every passing day, her knowledge of the arcane remained intact thanks to the imp's intervention. With the imp named Vetis by her side, Remia began her research into her grimoire's origins while aiding in the Doman Enclaves' restoration as per Hien's request.

When Hien and Yugiri left for the Ghimlyt Dark, it was Remia that the young Lord left in charge of his nation's defenses. When they returned and told her that each of the Scions had fallen unconscious, including her sister, it was Remia who Hien asked to be ready to leave and help the Eorzean Alliance should capable warriors be called upon. And when word indeed came from a former adversary asking for assistance in dealing with a restored Allagan machina bound for Eorzea, Remia was the first to answer the call.

SHADOWBRINGERS

Yet Another Voidsent?

The last visit she paid Hien just before she left for Werlyt, Remia was greeted not only by Hien but by a strange womanly angel of sorts claiming to be a voidsent that's been searching for her for thousands of years. Feeling like this was best left to her to handle, Hien excused himself after he explained the situation and bid her a safe journey, leaving Remia to deal with this new "voidsent".

Her name is Gremory, and Vetis does corroborate her claims of being a voidsent—or at least was one. Her aether has been manipulated from being consumed by darkness to somehow being entirely drenched in light. A product of her master's experiments dating back to the Fifth Astral Era, the same era Remia's grimoire is from. After speaking with Gremory for hours, Remia had more questions than answers. This new voidsent believes her to be the reincarnation of her dead master and still somehow houses a portion of his original soul? And Vetis thinks that there's truth to her words? Crazy, the both of them.

An End to Imperial Rule

From beginning to end, Remia and her two voidsent companions stuck with Gaius, Valdeulin, and Severa while she dealt with each of the terrible weapons Valens had at his disposal. An unlikely friendship bloomed between her and Gaius over the course of her grim work. He didn't look at her with contempt nor did he pity her for her past. He understood what it was like to be on the losing side of history, written off as a mere villain deserving of death with no hope of redemption. He was the second person in her life to understand her. She might even venture so far as to call Gaius a friend—though she'd never admit that.

And during the lengthy amounts of time locating the next Weapon, Remia would return to Othard to aid the Bozjan Resistance against the IVth Imperial Legion. Mind you, this wasn't her idea. Once she returned from the First, Ravn had gone to Hien during one of Remia's times away from Doma and asked him personally to convince her reclusive sister to come to Gangos. Remia couldn't remember Ravn, and still to this day can't recall their childhood, but the earnest request for her to join the fight was enough reason for Remia to begrudgingly agree. Together, while the Warrior of Light was handling her own duties on the First concerning Eden, the two sisters took on the whole of the Imperial army and came out victorious.

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The Ilsabard Contingent

Having spent her time studying void magick under the supervision of not one but two voidsents, Remia was more than happy to oblige when Hien came asking her to be Doma's representative among the Ilsabard Contingent. To say the Scions were skeptical of Hien's choice of trusted confidant would be a sore understatement. Though after Ravn and Aestelle, the Warrior of Light herself, vouched for her, Remia was reluctantly accepted into their ranks. And once the introductions were underway, she and Gremory were forgotten, happily so.

When the Contingent landed in Ilsabard, Remia summoned Gremory to help incapacitate the IIIrd Legion troops led by Vergilia. She didn't hold back now that she finally had a proper battleground to fight on. With so much open space at her disposal, it would have been a terrible injustice not to light the sky aflame with dark magicks utilized by the very voidsent all of Hydaelyn fear. From that moment onwards, those both in and outside of the Contingent knew her as more than just "Yotsuyu's loyal fox" or "Ravn's corrupt sister". Now Remia was a force to be reckoned with in her own right.

The Worth of Mankind

The Final Days began anew and, in all honesty, Remia didn't particularly care for the how and why behind the manmade apocalypse. A scholar asked his familiar to pose a flawed question to civilizations on other planets that in turn led said depressed bird to end all life in existence. The longer she tried to make sense of the insanity, the more hilarious she found the situation to be. It was all so very human. A comfort, really.

Using her void magick to her advantage, Remia teleported between Othard and Sharlayan regularly to deal with the blasphemy threat back home while aiding the Scions when they had need of her talents and fragmented knowledge. She watched with amusement as the Scions ran here and there, desperately trying to forestall the inevitable. They even went so far as to travel to the moon and then to the far edge of the universe! Remia stayed behind to protect Sharlayan, taking in the chaos while slowly coming to appreciate the lengths to which mankind would go to work together when pitted against a common foe. At such a display, it was no wonder she and Yotsuyu were defeated by the Scions. It was just the two of them against the world, after all.

While all of Sharlayan anxiously waited for the Scions to return victorious as they always did, Remia watched the snow gently dance from the pale grey sky seemingly without a care. It was during that quiet moment a familiar face came slowly stalking up the steps leading to the Rostra. Zenos viator Galvus. She could scarcely recall seeing him in Ilsabard and as for their encounters while he was in Doma, those had long since been purged from her memory altogether. But he instantly recognized her. Their conversation was brief, one-sided, and left Remia with a ghost of a smile gracing her feline features. What he said to her, only she knows.

6.1 ONWARDS!

Apocalypse Averted, Now to Save a Dragon

Once the whole "Final Days, the world is ending!" fiasco passed, Remia returned to Doma for what she hoped would be for good this time. The Scions weren't fond of her—and the feelings were mutual when it came to most of them—so the less she had to deal with that group, the better. Besides, there were more than enough monsters skulking about Othard from the Final Days just waiting for her to personally send them back to the lifestream. Finally, she'd have time to hone her magick, perfect her summon of Gremory's battle form, and research the truth behind her memory loss that Vetis had been avoiding.

All of that would have to wait for not even two weeks after the Final Days had come to an end, another letter from Ravn was sent to the Doman Enclave. Now at Hien's behest, Remia is forced to once again join her sister on some impromptu heroic journey to save a dragon imprisoned on the Thirteenth. At least she'll have the chance to better learn her void magick...hopefully.

I know this was a lot and if you read it all, thank you for making it to the end! I hope her backstory was interesting and gave you some insight into the reason behind her chaotic nature ^^

#i'm half awake atm so i'm sorry if they're typos!#i'll fix them come the morning once i have eyes again lol #i might have gotten carried away #ffxiv oc #remia #remia and co.#ravn #ffxiv #remia lore

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About OC

Name

Arian

Nicknames: Ari, Cute Mute

Epithet(s): Arian the Whirlwind, Humanoid Whirlwind

Age

148+

Species

Plant

Gender

Given: AFAB

Identifies: agender

Pronouns: they/them

Appearance

Height: 4’8”

Hair: short, floofy, snowy white

Eyes: silvery grey

Skin: ivory pallor

Other: sharp little incisor teeth, clawlike nails, always barefoot, three silver earrings in each ear

Backstory

Growing on the ship had been an overall pleasant experience for Arian. There was Kaori, and her girlfriend Alex. Kaori always made sure they were okay, were safe. If anyone wanted to run any sort of tests on them, she ensured it was consensual. If anyone was not understanding them, she was the one to translate their attempts to communicate if there was nothing nearby to write with. She always seemed to know what they were communicating. Alex didn’t have Kaori’s confidence and boldness, but she made sure they felt welcome.

They were happy. They learned and grew and explored. It was mostly peaceful. There was a garden Kaori loved and they loved it too. They spent lots of time there. This peaceful life wasn’t to last.

Kaori became deathly ill, keeping it from Arian so they wouldn’t worry since there was no cure. When she died, their love of life shattered. On top of their despair, their protector was gone. Alex wasn’t strong enough to keep others in check. It wasn’t long before one of the scientists wanted to test on them with no care for how they felt; a chase ensued. The two ended up in the control room and it was there everything went from bad to worse. He finally got hold of them, and they shoved him in an attempt to get away. It worked, but at the cost of the ship’s control panel being busted. There was no fixing this, not in time to stop the inevitable fall and crash. It wasn’t their fault, but they still felt guilt over it.

Alex found them and escaped with them. If there were any other survivors, they didn’t know. It was the two of them now and they enjoyed her company despite their melancholy. Kaori would have wanted them to live, so they lived and Alex made living easier those next few decades. She died an old woman and they were alone. They didn’t mind being alone, travelling town to town, city to city. Always on the move, but learning and living.

Other

Kaori was going through some language books and decided on Arian’s name from there. Arian means silver in Welsh, which she thought fit them perfectly.

Ari is unique as a plant. Not only do they not speak, their plant abilities are… a little different, one could say.

They have a huge sweet tooth. They are not above begging for a nibble if someone has candy or baked sweets like chocolate or doughnuts. Or thieving if they’re hungry and don’t know the person they want the yummy treat from.

They happen to be autistic. It isn’t unusual for them to communicate happiness or displeasure with little noises —purring like a cat or giving a distressed whine. They can only “speak” words if singing, but it isn’t usually to communicate anything, simply a type of stim for them. They are very adverse to certain sounds and textures.

Meat textures are a big no for them, so it’s kind of hard to not starve when travelling. They somehow manage.

They like sleeping on the ground, curled up like an animal. Bed? No thank you! They find the ground more comfy unless there’re a lot of blankets. They will either be laying on top of a blanket or burritoed in it if using a blanket.

They refuse to use any sort of weapon. Good thing they’re skilled in evasion and disarming gunmen.

About Mun

I’m 27 and love to RP. Vash is my favourite character in all of the Trigun series. I’m cool with spoilers and am the the type who enjoys spoiler content.

#RP #Trigun #Trigun RP #OC #OC x Canon #OC x OC #literate roleplay #literate rp #roleplay #Trigun roleplay

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dawnlovesangel · 2 years

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ivorycity · 2 years

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Shadow today has earned the title of Prime-cut Slave, and chooses to stand in the Light Beyond The Fall within Ivory City. Our beloved city Ministry wishes them a prosperous future as denizens and stands with them in unity as they embrace all the new rights and responsibilities of this brand new day.

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City AU roleplay || Literate & Semi-Lit || OC || Supernatural Horror Myth || Mewe RP || Many Species || Master-Slave Themed || Interactive Plot Drops || Friendly Admins

HOME . BESTIARY . MYTHOS . THE LAWS . MASTERLIST.

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REQUESTED BY: The Maker FC: Do Kyungsoo BIO: https://themaker.carrd.co/ WANTED CONNECTION: Female Companion/Possible Girlfriend. SUGGESTED FC: Jihyo of Twice, Somin/Jiwoo of Kard, Wendy of RV. SPECIES: Sprite/Nisse. NATURE OF RELATIONSHIP: The Maker has an attraction to Fey women. He does not deny this. That being said, he is not exactly the best at flirting or being forward. This plot would involve your muse befriending The Maker and possibly becoming a shop assistant as best as possible. Should it lead to anything, that can be discussed. If it ends up as just friends, that's fine. If it goes into more, excellent. Should it set fire to the rain? We'll watch it burn with smiles on our faces and return to normal at the end.

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REQUESTED BY: Blythé Darragh FC: Hwang Hyunjin from SKZ. BIO: https://blythe-darragh.carrd.co/ WANTED CONNECTION: Son SUGGESTED FC: Yang Jeongin/I.N. from SKZ. SPECIES: Hybrid (Human and Leanen-Sidhe), or Leanen-Sidhe. AGE: 20-60. NATURE OF RELATIONSHIP: Your mother told you while on her deathbed that your father is Blythé, someone that had been a close friend of hers all those years ago but had been unable to get in touch with after [you can insert some kind of event here: arranged marriage, change of social status, family stuff]. Attitude towards Blythé can be hostile or not. Dynamics can be talked over once in the roleplay.

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REQUESTED BY: Asami Sando FC: Itzy; Hwang Yeji BIO: https://cleverlittlefox.carrd.co/ WANTED CONNECTION: Half-brother SUGGESTED FC: Lee Jooheon (Monsta X) SPECIES: Daji NATURE OF RELATIONSHIP: Splintered siblings. Asami is their father's daughter from his first wife; and her half brother is the only child from his second wife. (Or Mistress in Asami's eyes). The two have no idea about each other at first. Their Father tried his hardest to erase the previous life of his only for Asami to find out about it. Their relationship is fractured. Frenemies at best. It could grow into something friendlier down the line, or it could mean war.

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REQUESTED BY: Vior de Mevius FC: EXO; Baekhyun BIO: https://insidiovs.carrd.co/ WANTED CONNECTION: younger half-sibling. (Any gender) SUGGESTED FC: any SPECIES: Lamia NATURE OF RELATIONSHIP: Tentative and new sibling dynamic. Your muse was previously a slave until it recently came to light that they were born from the infidelity of Vior's father. To avoid another scandal -- the de Mevius family elevated your muse's status from slave to��master, from poor to wealthy, and have requested your muse pretends to be a distant cousin. the relationship with Vior will start off cold and clinical, but the sibling dynamic can either grow to be warm and familiar, or they can clash due to Vior's elitist beliefs and your muse's background as a slave.

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City AU roleplay || Literate & Semi-Lit || OC || Supernatural Horror Myth || Mewe RP || Many Species || Master-Slave Themed || Interactive Plot Drops || Friendly Admins

#Ivory City rp #mewe krp #wanted connections #krp network

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Congratulations, ASH! You have been accepted as your desired character, NORA SANDERS with the approved FC change to Ivory Aquino. I am so excited to have Nora here and I love the headcanons you came up with. I can’t wait to see what happens next with her character. Please be sure to complete the steps listed on the NEW MEMBER CHECKLIST and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

Well, young lady, have you been good to your mother?

OOC INFORMATION

Name: Ash

Age: 26

Pronouns: She/Her

Time zone: AZ (we’re our own time zone due to not observing daylight savings time so currently we’re on PST but on the next time change we’ll be on MST)

Activity Level (Please give a number from 1-10 and an explanation): 7 – I work full time and then I’m also in grad school, so those take up my time before rping. That being said, I should still be able to do at least one round of replies per night, if not more.

Tumblr account (for contact purposes): REDACTED

How did you find us?: The Bob Morley Tag

Triggers: REDACTED

CANON CHARACTER APPLICATION

Desired Character: Nora Sanders

Why did you choose this character?: I know that this sounds kind of cliché but I feel like I was drawn to Nora. She was the first bio that I noticed on the character page, she was the bio that I kept reading and rereading over and over. I like the way that she’s oblivious (for the time being) to all sides of the VFD. I love that she’s a psychologist and a writer and is able to do both.

Gender & Pronoun: Trans Female, She/Her

Sexual Orientation: Panromantic, Demisexual

Secondary Character Preference: Rebecca Leghari

What headcanons or plans do you have for this character?:

Nora’s series of novels are all psychological thrillers. Each one takes place in the same worlds, however each one also has a different main character. Typically the main character of a book will be a minor character in the book before it, and Nora tries to give hints as to which of the minor characters it will be.

Due to the fact that she works two different jobs, Nora has become a bit of a coffee addict. Most of the time she averages four hours of sleep a night, as she’ll come home from a day working with clients to writing as a way of relaxing for the day.

Nora chose her name because she saw it on a patient file once and fell in love with the name. However, it was after she transitioned that she found out that it means light. She finds it ironic, because she doesn’t exactly see herself as a light to anyone and thinks that the name might be too cheerful – and yet knows at the same time that it fits her perfectly and she wouldn’t want to change a thing.

Nora may have based her first novel on her time at the Heimlich Hospital and her time working with the Volunteers Fighting Disease. It also happens to be her best-reviewed novel to date.

Nora absolutely loves crossword puzzles and tries to do the one in the newspaper every day. It’s the only part of a newspaper that she actually enjoys.

Do you want any additional connections for your desired character that you’d like us to add to their bio?: N/A

Anything Else?: I would like to use the alternate FC of Ivory Aquino.

WRITING SAMPLE

The clacking of the typewriter was such a familiar sound to Nora that sometimes when she stopped typing, she could still hear the keys as if they were narrating her life. And at the moment, the keys were telling her that it was time to go to bed, and the clock that she kept on the wall of the writing room in her house was ticking in agreement. She was well aware that it was two o’clock in the morning, just like Nora was well aware that she was going to have to wake up at 6:30 in order to get to her office on time. With a sigh (or was it a yawn?) Nora glanced at the page and the unfinished scene that she was working on. It was common that she got wrapped up in the stories that she wrote, just as if she were living in them herself.

And now she couldn’t stop.

She couldn’t stop writing because the adrenaline was coursing through her veins, because her heart was racing a thousand beats per second because despite being the writer she had no idea what her characters were going to do next. And she needed to find out. That was all that writing was to her – a mystery that despite being formed in her mind she had to write in order to find out the ending. Nora knew that it would have some sort of tragic ending – it was the same with all of her books – and yet she still didn’t know what the tragedy would be. And Nora was itching to find out.

Except once she looked again at the clock she saw that it was now three o’clock and with a sigh, she finished the paragraph that she was typing and started making her way towards the bedroom. Each step brought her down from her rush and into the typical melancholy regret that greeted Nora every time that she started to get ready for bed. Once again, she didn’t review her patient files the night before so that she’d actually be prepared in the morning. Once again, she had thought that it was an excellent idea to brew a pot of coffee at ten o’clock at night and was still feeling the buzz of the caffeine. Once again, she hadn’t written as much as she had wanted to write and was left uneasy at what might happen next in her fictional world.

Sighing, Nora slipped on the oversized shirt that acted as a set of pajamas and slid into her sheets, her eyes focused on the ceiling as she tried to let her mind shut down for the night. Logically she knew that she was going to be feeling this writing session in the morning. The human brain needed at least four hours of sleep a night to fully function, and she wasn’t about to get that. But it wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last time that it happened. And while it was true that she could sleep in another hour, Nora knew that it was necessary to review her notes and her patient files before going into the office. She could put her own self-care on the back burner until the weekend because everyone that Nora worked with had more to worry about than she ever would. And with a true yawn, Nora allowed herself to go to sleep – knowing that the morning would be coming all too soon.

#accepted #ivory aquino #mystery rp #new rpg #city rp

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�� MESSAGE INCOMING FROM: KRP NETWORK

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Name of Roleplay: Ivory City

Link to Your Roleplay: https://ivorycity.tumblr.com/

Platform: Mewe

General/Themed: Supernatural Cybercity AU

Literate/Semi-Lit/Mixed/Action?: Literate

Age Limit: 19+

Mature Content?: Yes

Who you accept (All Asians, etc): All Asians

Description:

In a city built from the remains of a fallen God, plagued by all things macabre, both humankind and the supernatural have learned to live together for their own survival. Ivory City is a 19+, lit/semi-lit, Mewe-based roleplay with a supernatural cybercity AU and a Master/Slave concept. The roleplay is heavily inspired by lore from different mythologies with significant influences from fantasy fiction as well as pop culture. If you love cyberpunk themes with a dash of horror, then this is the place for you. The city awaits your arrival!

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noble-and-damned · 3 years

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Irisviel Ryokosha

“Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever.”

The Basics —-

Name: Irisviel Ryokosha

Age: Late twenties

Race: Raen, Au Ra

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Sexuality: Pansexual, Panromantic

Marital Status: Single

Appearance —-

Hair: Short and well kept, sweeping bangs, platinum with pale red lowlights

Eyes: Observant, thoughtful, bright ruby hue, framed with dark lashes

Height: 4 fulms 8 ilms

Build: Very slender, lithe, modest curves and toning, soft

Distinguishing Marks: Ivory scales up her figure and across her cheeks as well as her forehead towards the bridge of her nose

Common Accessories: Silver bands adorning her horns, simple jewelry, a single red triteleia earring hanging from her left horn, book in her hands or tucked in her satchel

Personal —-

Profession: Sharlayan scholar and researcher; a lot of her studies revolve around plant and animal life in Labyrinthos

Hobbies: Reading, learning; its difficult to pull her from either but she enjoys stargazing on occasion

Languages: Common Eorzean, Hannish

Residence: Old Sharlayan

Religion: The Pursuit of Knowledge; not overly religious

Patron Deity: Thaliak, the Scholar

Fears: Not living up to her potential, being seen as closed minded or ignorant

Relationships —-

Spouse: None

Children: None

Parents: Deceased; adopted by a Sharlayan couple, also deceased

Siblings: Deceased

Other Relatives: Estranged

Pets: Ruby Carbuncle named Jasper

Traits —-

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal (To Friends/Partners)

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful (Religion)

RP Hooks —-

Sharlayan Resident - Irisviel has spent most of her life in seaside city of Sharlayan. Adopted at a young age, she accompanied her new guardians in the Exodus from Eorzea and into their own corner of the world. Should your character have similar origins or frequent the city, they’re likely to encounter her.

Mysteries of Labyrinthos - Irisviel spends much of her time going to and from Labyrinthos. As good chunk of her work revolves studying plant and animal wildlife, she served a significant part in the recent efforts of Sharlayan to prepare for the Final Days. With that averted, her role is a bit more ambiguous, but she can still be seen coming and going with her books in hand.

Beneath the Ruby Sea - Irisviel was born in a quaint Raen settlement beneath the Ruby Sea. The small village was mysteriously destroyed and its inhabitants forced to either flee or die. Perhaps your character is familiar with the tragedy or knew of others who survived.

In Search of Knowledge - Irisviel’s studies and interests expand far beyond her work in Labyrinthos. Interested in seeking knowledge in a variety of topics, she takes what opportunities she can to explore different areas and research various mysteries of the world. You character could run into her on one of these ventures, or perhaps they were hired to accompany her for safety.

About the Player:

Located in CST.

Discord is the easiest medium for me at the moment, although I’m open to in-game interactions. They may just take some planning.

Para/Mirror RPer

Open to all themes, but please don’t whisper me solely in search of ERP.

I am 21+ and request all RP partners to be, as well. Thanks.

I keep to a strict separation of IC and OOC. Please don’t blur this line.

I appreciate clear communication and will be sure to do the same. If there’s something on your mind or you have an idea, please feel free to just tell me! It’ll help ensure we’re both having fun.

This character is an alt of @vazaymir.

What do I want out of RP? I’m looking for long term connections and people to write with! I’m very open to all sorts of ships and themes, so please feel free to approach me with any and all ideas. If I didn’t list a hook that would work for your character, lets talk and find a way for ours to interact. I’d love to get to know your muses, so definitely don’t be shy!

Discord: Discord given upon request Carrd: WIP

#lfrp #crystal lfrp #balmung rp #seekingsavant #6.0 spoilers #just in case #I have a bad influence for a friend and now I have a new character

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huntress-of-the-unknown · 3 years

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I am still doing them, thank you in advance! And have your own! - 6. a kiss as a warning.

Oh, how much did she love that part of the city.

The high, pale spires, sinking in the night sky like fangs. Herself, gliding and jumping, running and stalking the rooftops… Free, in her own forgotten dominion. A thief no more… Mostly. But still, a creature of night, someone robed in simple dark clothes and enamored only of her own pair of daggers and money. Surely. Mostly… Probably.

She thought at first it was a marble statue. Nearly impossible, because she knew all of them by heart… And no ishgardian sculptor was good enough to have made her. The drapes of her white dress, the ivory skin glistening under the moonlight… The inky scales, framing her face like a lace veil, pulled apart. Something was so wrong with that. With her. Because she dressed like a noble, because she had the poise and the gravitas of one… But still, was like her, an au ra. Because she was one of them… And still, whispered between the archways near the cathedral, next to a faceless rat from the Brume. Coin and rumours were exchanged, information that would become a weapon… Soon to be lodged into some rival’s throat. But not before those piercing white eyes, mirrors of her own… Pierced her, through the gloom of that night. Nissa thought she had been careful, as silent as ever. And she had. But curiosity and fascination are a dangerous couple… And she had been caught staring. Staring, and with a gold necklace strapped in her belt, shiny and precious and stolen.

She might as well own her mistake, then. She bowed, a playful display of fake courtesy… And disappeared, her own aether hiding her body while she made her escape.

Some weeks passed, but she didn’t forget. How, even after being accepted in that holy and bloody city… She still felt eyes on her back, voices murmuring prayers warding against monsters like her. How then, had she done it? How could she reign, with such tranquility… And why would she dirty her hands with that kind of person? Perplexity and concern (for her… Safety?) danced, hand by hand in her mind… To the tune of something else. Of something more, hidden in the glimmer of those moon eyes.

…

Eventually, the former won that battle. Not by virtue of her disquiet being less… But because nothing else could have surprised Nissa more, than her next patron: Baron Samdon de Davaront, and his respectable wife. Wife who stood there, across the room, clad in black silk and the aroma of mystery. Thank the Goddess, she knew her contract beforehand, because the Baron could have been speaking Hingan and the au ra wouldn’t have noticed. Not until he concluded by introducing her… To the baroness herself. Miahka.

The bow that evening was the same. But, this time… The dark-haired woman would be able to see the small, devilish smile that her recently hired hunter would wear. A smile crowned with two small fangs, that only grew when the late thief lowered herself to kiss her hand.

“It’s a true pleasure meeting you… Again.” Improper? Maybe. But she couldn’t resist the irony, the twist and turn. And the baron was already preoccupied with something else, anyways. However it was… That kiss by cold, soft lips, sealed a secret between them. A warning… Of not betraying that, in order to not be betrayed.

Yay, first rp ask-thing!

Dear God, this was long. But hey, I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you like reading it. I tried to do Mia justice, in all her mysterious, femme-fataleness. Thank you very much for sending the ask! 🖤

#nissa diaval #shadow for hire #crossed paths #miahka mhori #ask game #ffxiv rp #ffxiv roleplay #the unending journey #i believe they could have a very interesting chemistry #because well... au ras in ishgard #also noble and thief #also good person more or less and what mia is

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fyrapartnersearch · 3 years

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Seeking Literate Partners!

Disclaimer: Male authors, please stop contacting me. I've been burned too many times. If you persist, I'll ignore your message. Hello, you can call me Doe! I'm 25+ and a proud cat mom. I write multiple paragraphs/novella style (200-500+ words). I love to write detailed descriptions and delve into a character’s head/emotions as well as surroundings. I compare it to writing a novel together. I understand if the scene doesn’t have alot going on and therefore requires less like rapid fire. I adore having long, thoughtful replies where we truly immerse ourselves in the world. I'm hoping to find a partner whose as enthusiastic and passionate about the plot and writing as I am. When I get invested in a story, it’s 100% dedication. Getting a reply is the highlight of my day. I'm a big fan of romance and using face claims. I’m the type to make pinterest boards, spam you with gifs, headcanons, and send you songs that remind me of our characters and/or ship. I'll get excited if we come up with future plot ideas, or if our characters are being cute or angsty and I can yell about it in the chat. Last but not least I only do MxF (with myself in the female role) and don’t double, but I’m more than happy to write side characters of either gender to help move the story along. I'd highly prefer female authors writing male characters. Searching For - 21+ partners - For you to have an excellent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. Both in character and out of character. (Literate to advanced writers only, please. I'm not looking for newbies or those who have English as their second/third language). - Plot before smut. While mature themes will be in my plots, and are even encouraged, there needs to be chemistry between our characters. I like to have a good mix of plot and tastefully written smut, along with doses of angst and fluff. - For you to write as an older man (40s+/50s+). I'm a sucker for the gruff and tough men with dark pasts who secretly have a soft heart. I also love those grumpy, hypermasculine men being intimidated by soft yet commanding women. The youngest I write is early 20s. - Please be enthusiastic and invested when it comes to plotting/worldbuilding. There’s nothing worse than receiving one sentence in reply to two paragraphs of ideas, or having a doormat partner who says “sure” to whatever I ask. Tossing ideas back and forth, watching them snowball into amazing plot threads brings me joy. - Joining me in the wonderful world of ship/character development is kind of a must. It’s one of the things that makes writing with a partner so much fun. I also like to make friends with my partners! - While I'd prefer real life face claims, I'd also be open to using realistic art if you're uncomfortable with real life. I draw the line at anime/cartoon art. Faces I'd love to write as: gal gadot, rooney mara, ruth negga, saoirse ronan, sophie turner, jessica chastain, jennifer morrison, mia wasikowska, natalia dyer, brit marling, deborah ann woll, mackenzie davis, emmy rossum, adria adjora, chyler leigh, hayley bennet, tashi rodriguez, lily james, cara delevingne, maya hawke, katheryn winnick, elizabeth olsen, abigal cowen, sophia lillis lauren cohan, zoey deutsch, paulina singer, crystal reed, hayley lu richardson, ask about others Faces I'd love to write against: jeffery dean morgan, hugh jackman, robert taylor, jr bourne, jon bernthal, jason issacs, anthony varrecchiah, brett tucker, david harbour, frank grillo, iain glen, josh duhamel, patrick petitjean, ethan hawke, christian bale, rory mccann, younger sam elliot, titus welliver, viggo mortensen, joel miller (illustrated face), ask about others If you've made it this far, thank you! You won't be disappointed in writing with me. I tend to be online daily and while I'd like it if you were too, I understand that real life things comes first. Let me know if you're going to be inactive/can’t continue. If you suddenly stop replying ic and ooc, I'll drop the story after 2 attempts of gauging continued interest spaced a week apart. Below are genres and pairings I love. Feel free to combine as many as you'd like and I’m sure we can come up with something great! Current cravings are in bold. Two thing I don't do are slice of life and historical plots. Genres: - crimes in remote locations - spooky small towns - post apocalyptic/dystopia - supernatural/modern fantasy (A/B/O, werewolves, shapeshifters, alpha x rival pack alpha's child, werewolf x shifter, alpha x new werewolf, involuntary mate-bond, mating/claiming) - southern/mid western gothic - murder mystery (small town or big city) - modern/dark fairy tale retellings - sci-fi - cyberpunk/retro-futuristic - little coastal towns or little towns in the mountains - emotionally charged/dark and gritty - superpowers/gifted - unresolved sexual tension/slow burn - redemption - pacific northwest - suburban gothic - luring to the other side - reincarnation/multiple universes - western inspired + modern day (such as longmire) - christmas inspired - culture clash/two characters from different sides Pairings: - age gaps (older man x younger woman / 15 to 25+ year gap) - enemies to lovers/villain x heroine - cop x criminal - doctor x patient - friends turned lovers/pining - grumpy x sunshine - the broken man x the woman that becomes his light - fbi agents/cop partners - dark hearted man melting for the innocent woman - friend x best friend’s older sibling - boss x employee - neighbors - single father x friend - firefighter/cop x victim - mentor x mentee - hurt/comfort - height differences - pet names (sweetheart, baby girl, kid, kiddo) - lady and the tramp esque/class difference - creature x human/creature - ex-con x anyone - bodyguard x assignment - widow/er falling in love again - biker x civilian - rancher/mountain man x city girl - affair (with so's sibling, with so's friend, with neighbor) - hitman x target - serial killer x fbi agent - soul mates - experienced x inexperienced - local x vacationer - injured/scarred warrior washed out from their former glory x royal/heir-to-be (modern day / Sansa x Sandor inspired) - friend x best friend/boyfriend's father - daughter in law x father in law - park ranger x camper - bounty hunter x bounty - power imbalances Tropes/Themes: the papa wolf/hot dads, cultured badass, jerk with a heart of gold. ladykiller in love, mountain man, mysterious protector, southern gentleman, tall, dark, and handsome, knight in sour armor, red string of fate, villain takes an interest, porcelain to ivory to steel, when person a gets injured/kidnapped and person b goes absolutely feral to save them, cowboys tiny women and big men, the monster being treated gently for the first time in his life, two characters forced into positions where they have no choice but to reconcile their differences and grow together/trust each other, forbidden relationships, trying to escape childhood demons & reuniting in adulthood Fandoms: (I don't write canons or do canon x oc) Star Wars, X Files, Haven, Fringe, Stranger Things, Heroes, The Wolf Among Us, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, Marvel, The OA, Disney personified, His Dark Materials, Beastars, Horizon Zero Dawn, The Last of Us, Cyberpunk 2077 Plot Ideas: I have too many to list here but take a look at my google doc and let me know if anything catches your attention. It's a mix of fandom inspired and original plots: Plot Ideas Last but not least, I have a list of kinks if anyone's interested. I use email and discord to write. I'd also be open to joining a jcink site! Contact me at Doe#3347 on discord or by email: [email protected] Please be detailed when you message me, let me know why you chose to contact me. Seeing only "hey do you wanna rp?" is a guaranteed way to turn me off. Look forward to hearing from you!

#oc rp #multiple paragraph #long term #literate #action #adventure #drama angst #fandom #fantasy #horror #modern #original #post apocalyptic #romance #scifi #supernatural

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