#chaos walking rp

[l1ghtn1ngstr1kez]

haven't posted much today but i think at least some of y'all would appreciate a small update on the grand prix situation from yesterday

good news! i'm normal now. also i got my skates working again! i found some kinda chip stuck to one of the soles which is most likely what caused them to malfunction. dunno how the hell the babylon rogues stuck that there without me noticing but whatever. what's done is done. at least my skates still work. i don't know what i'd do with myself if they were actually broken

also it looks like the people running the whole thing caught wind of the cheating and are looking into it. they also sent all the racers that had to forfeit a consolation prize so that's nice i guess. doubt they'll be able to catch the rogues though. they probably already ran off with their prize and there's no way they're getting caught. but maybe they'll be barred from entering future races? who knows. i don't care as long as they leave me alone

[stripclub-elysium]

A Faunus Herd (Pt. 2) (Closed RP with @lewdest-mansion)

Everything ended in Chaos, first Pyrrha apparently killed her opponent Penny in a Fight, then everyone was attacked by the Grimm, the White Fang and the Paladins going out of Control. And although they seemingly have won with some Silver Light attacking the massive Grimm Dragon, Akuma's group ends up seperating with Weiss being the only one where he knows where she could be, considering her Family.

Akuma was walking alone until he came across a familiar face

"Wait, you were with that Roman Guy..." Akuma said as he carefully looked around, unaware of the fate of Neo's former Boss.

[i-was-never-sane]

Open rp starter: "He's doing it again..."

You haven't seen Ace anywhere almost all day, not in his cabin, not in the woods, not even in the arena AND the archery range! You walked in the big house about to ask Chiron for help but instead was met with the smell of sugar cookies and a exhausted looking Ace making another batch of sugar cookies in the small kitchen.

What do you do?

taglist:

@if-chaos-was-a-boy

@i-would-want-myself

@demigod-jack-hearth

@nicoswill2live

@braydons-world

@unhinged-waterlilly

@daonedaonlyskh

@by-the-fates

@stephen-the-spider

@ariathemortal

@gwengracecameron

@love-lightning-forethought

@clown-energy-skyrocketing

@but-y0u-cant-hide

[the-carlos-cow-eyes]

Incorrect quotes & Rp's based around the relationship between Junior Wheeler and my OC, Lydia Wheeler. Otherwise known as the ‘Chaos Cousins’ (( @barclaysangel ))

*Jake and Lydia Wheeler had lost their Dad. Just like that. And to make matters even worse? They watched It happen. But that was the thing, the twins didn't know how to feel about the whole thing. Their Dad was horrible. Nobody knew It, but they did. They didn't know whether to be sad, pissed off, or both. Now, they were going to live with their aunt, uncle, and cousin. Lydia was close with her cousin, Jake not so much. He wanted to be, but he was always being pushed away or antagonized by him, so he barely said a word to him. Once they walked In the door, their Aunt Bree hugged them and sincerely apologized for what happened to their father. Were Jake and Lydia sorry though? They didn't know. But with that apology, Bree called after her son, Junior, asking him to show his cousins to a room, with the twins looking up at him before glancing at each other with a shared look on their face*

[trappedinafantasy37]

Alright! It is finally time to face the Elder Brain and end this run. For a little disclaimer, I did complete this run just a few days before Patch 7. I just have posting paralysis and shit sits in my drafts forever before I post things.

Shadowheart tried to dominate the Elder Brain. But, her plan was an abysmal failure.

And doomsday has arrived for the city of Baldur's Gate.

Pro tip: before walking into the apocalypse, make sure your pet illithid is well fed. Locally sourced brains are the preferred nutrition, but store bought is fine.

Despite the apocalyptic scenario she finds herself in, Minthara is enjoying herself and having a grand old time. Definitely the kind of person who thrives in chaos and is her most calm when shit hits the fan.

At the beginning of this all, Shadowheart was alone, trying to navigate the dangers by herself. She felt that she did not need any allies as they would be nothing but liabilities. But Minthara was the one who, ironically, pulled her out of the darkness and gave her the push she needed to step away from Shar. She never could have made it this far without her.

A failed Sharran, a drow, and an illithid walk into a bar...

Meet my friends!

RAWR!

Now this is what I call some quality gameplay! No one can attack you if they can't see you. And even if they could see you, you've evoked the "you can't touch me" rules!

In a final act of desperation, the nether brain pleads for its life, trying to entice Shadowheart into becoming Absolute. Of course, Minthara wants Shadowheart to take the brain and they can rule the world as gods. Sadly, Shadowheart has turned into a helpless do-gooder and destroyed the brain. Lame.

Yay! They saved the city and Minthara unintentionally did a good thing! Now, she wants to get shitfaced so she can forget the awful experience of being a hero against her will.

So, Shadowheart sleeps and Minthara trances, right? Meaning Minthara wakes up long before Shadowheart does. Therefore, Minthara has spent at least 4 hours just sitting here, staring at Shadowheart and waiting for her to wake up. I mean, I would do the same thing too...

Babygurl, it is just me and you here. Who the hell do you think I've been partying with without you? Who are you so afraid of? Who are you trying to poison?

You know, Withers could have just visited the evil lesbians in Baldur's Gate instead of throwing this lavish and extravagant party in the middle of nowhere.

Whoooo boi! This has probably been the longest it has taken me to ever complete a run in Baldur's Gate. Not because it was difficult, but because I was fighting burn-out at the same time, and, well, life stuff happened. But now with Patch 7 being here, I can finally download and install some mods to bring back that spark and replay Daedra and maybe complete that Karlach origin that I keep putting off. This will probably be the last time I do a Shadowheart origin as I have already done it three times and I miss her as a companion.

This is my first duo run and I have had a lot of fun with it. Knowing that I only had two companions and limited resources really made me approach combat and scenarios more tactfully and prepare in advance. It also provided me with some really good RP reasons to make some not so morally good decisions. This was a run that started off with Shadowheart making evil decisions out of necessity and survival, but then her selectively choosing to be good and to be better as she knows she has the power to be better. And having a powerhouse like Minthara at her side certainly gave her the confidence. Of course, Minthara had to get dragged through all this character development, grumbling and bitching about it the entire time. Although, I do not think she learned the same lessons as Shadowheart did as she is still up to her same old drow shenanigans.

This entire run was completely inspired by a random Shadowthara gifset I came across months ago and I knew I just had to do it. Shadowheart and Minthara have very quickly become one of my favorite ships and is my second favorite ship for Minthara specifically. I always knew that Shadowheart and Minthara had some overlap in their stories, but I didn't realize just how much they did overlap. I feel most people probably would have had Shadowheart go the DJ route with Minthara (and would be the canon route if Shadowheart only had Minthara by her side). So I went the opposite direction and found a good RP motivator to make Shadowheart reject Shar instead. To be honest, I think Minthara and Selunite Shadowheart mesh better together than DJ Shadowheart (although DJ Shaodwheart and Minthara are delicious in their own way).

Now that the run is completely over, I will get to my final wrap up in the next coming days. I will also polish out the chapters I have already written for my Shadowheart fic and start getting it published. And for all those who have followed me through this run when you really didn't have to:

Thank you!

< Orin |

[archmage-of-xiaozhilin]

Arch-Promo

While walking through the park, you notice a boy sitting on a bench. He seems a bit confused, like he doesn’t know how he got there.

He notices you and seems interested in talking to you. Will you speak with him?

Tags and info below! Normally, I’d put a cut, but tumblr is being weird about that. Sorry.

Feel free to ignore or interact whether or not you’re tagged! I don’t rp with blogs who have Taka as a muse!

This is a quasi-talentswap AU where Taka is the Ultimate Moral Compass with the hidden talent of Ultimate Mage. As of right now, nobody knows his secret…

@catty-chaos (or anyone) @restoringhopeau @shsl-bosozoku-mondo-oowada @alonelymechanic @human-monokuma @ultimate-name-not-found @pink-cross-nurse @special-encounters @red-snowfall @twilight-blonde-beauty @ichi-peachy @hoshi-neko-hikari @ask-ultimate-fashionista @dark-overlord-of-ice @king-babyface

[totem-but-shark]

The differences and similarities between c and Q foolish is always so interesting to look at

They both have an ambition, though that came later on for cfoolish, and a tendency to make connections. Obviously that desire to build and create massive structures is shared as well

There are big differences though. A massive part of cfoolish was his pacifism and his struggle to find balance, which contrasts with with a chaos thrill seeking qfoolish

Cfoolish also isolated himself more. He deliberately built his home further away and harder to get to while foolish built his home right at spawn.

They’re both fairly well aware of cycles of violence and revenge, and act accordingly.

I also like how foolish almost always builds his homes by water, which is a deliberate choice by ccfoolish, as a throughline

it's SOOOOO interesting!!! there's so many similarities and parallels between the two whilst still feeling like fresh takes on the same base, uniquely shaped by their individual smps lore and experiences but the biggest question that prompts for me is "what exactly MADE them different?". If we consider that in a way they're different spins on essentially the same core character of Foolish the immortal shark totem was there some specific event or circumstance or fundamental difference in their hypothetically separate existences that caused them to split off as they seemingly have.

Where it's easy to spot the similarities when they're carved from the same stone, their differences run just as deep. These are characters with starkly different worldviews if you look close enough.

It's something i've thought about a lot and the conclusion I keep coming back to over and over is that thier defining difference is their relationship with or proximity to godhood.

They're two very very different immortals, Cfoolish was a god/demigod, he spent his life believing in his status as something more amongst mortals and this wasn't truly challenged until he found himself bleeding red red red slaughtered at the red banquet. So much of his character was defined by his past divinity, the grace he fought tooth and nail to regain. Remnants of a darker crueler past, bloodstained hands atoned for with 100 lifetimes of pacifism. Beautiful hollow empty temples. I feel there is a clumsiness to cfoolish, having to learn to be a person after a forever of naive arrogance that could only belong to one who thinks themself a god and afraid like a child when the illusion breaks.

Whilst our knowledge of qfoolishs history is more limited, from the little we've been given he feels far more human. Which might be ironic for an immortal shark dude but there are no stories of bloodlust, worship or great powers beyond comprehension. Only the far more tame, almost domestic tidbits about bumping into bad and shenanigans together over the centuries. In my mind he might've been an immortal traveler walking the earth and doing as he pleased, not as a god but a couple thousand years old regular guy living his normal life just for a very very very long time. Qbad and Qfoolish carry a sense of wisdom to them unique to their qsmp iterations, more traveled and emotionally older than previous versions, like they've seen it all before. I see it in the way they speak and talk with one another and generally interact with the world around them and whilst it's likely a matter of both ccbad and ccfoolish expanding their stage presence and refining their RP but it really does add another layer of depth to these characters.

All together there simply isn't this same connection to divinity, the qsmp world is generally quite detached from religious structure. Maybe qfoolish might've been as powerful as cfoolish or had the capacity to be but never sharpened that aspect of himself pulling him further and further away from cfoolishs acts of wrath that became such an integral key turning point for his character. Qfoolish instead growing comfortable in casual eternity. Could qfoolish never have become a totem of death? How would that have effected his character compared to Cfoolish? Maybe not, it's extremely hard to judge how powerful qfoolish might be with a wiped memory and the possibility of federation power limiters/magic suppressors. Before getting on that train he could've been as powerful as cfoolish in his prime however with the information we have we'll simply never know. I think it's unlikely though, if just by his demeanour. Regardless of qfoolishs theoretical power the qfoolish we know is no god, there is no worship, never hailed as something higher. He's simply himself.

There's this odd dissonance between them especially in their relationship with death. Cfoolish viewed death as something he was excluded from, had power over and only saw in the lifeless eyes of others. Until he didn't. Qfoolish knows death is natural and equally inevitable. He fears it too of course though in the way one might fear the tide, he builds sand castles on the shore knowing they'll get washed away by the morning but can't help but bask in the sun anyway. Qfoolish walks among the people and knows you don't have to die yourself for death to hurt.

[spade-andthe-microwave]

PYXIS BACKSTORY

For those who know, I do have a Marvel OC named Pyxis, and there is in fact an RP account for them. Finally got around to writing their backstory, and in classic Spade and the Microwave fashion, it is pure angst and pain. TW: Blood, Gore, Religious Trauma, Torture, Bodily Harm, mentions of burning alive

“- which is why God of Purity, God of Serenity, and God of Equality are who we become. One within the three. With the exception of the twelve.” The “teacher” droned on. Every word pronounced in the same tone. Each of the nameless others all nodded in unity, brown eyes glossed over as each of them absorbed the information. “The twelve are those who do not stand for peace, for unity, for equality, or for purity. There is no peace, there is no equality, there is no unity, and there is no purity if one is not the all and all are not the one. To be different is to be the twelve. To express an identity is to be chaos. To express is to be impure.” Each of them nodded their head again, brown bobbed hair shifting as heads nodded on even shoulders. “Dismissed.” Each body adorned in silver and white rose at the same time, each nameless face blank as they filed out of the room. Each hall was the same white and silver. There was no color, there was no variation. Except for the twelve. Twelve red tapestries with silver thread embroidered into the tapestries forming a number. And beneath the tapestries, a single spear made out of bone, long silver rope tied to the end of the spears. Above the twelve were the three. God of Purity, God of Equality, God of Serenity. And between the twelve and the three was a spot left empty. It had always been empty. Nothing could be missed if it was never there, right? A single nameless figure stopped, straying from the path of the others. Blank brown eyes staring at the empty space like it was an itch.

Against the figure’s cold skin, there was suddenly warmth. They raised a hand, liquid rolling into their palm as it pooled, tears continuing to roll. They were not granted the mercy of unity, and soon became subjected to individuality. Another figure approached and spoke nothing as the expressful one was dragged away. “You have fallen. Such a waste. Such a young one, our thirteenth. Prepare a tapestry, prepare the spears.” Another spoke, looking down at the thirteenth, the expressful one. The thirteenth, the expressful one, turned to the other figure, staring up with new found horror. “Birth-giver. I am not the thirteenth. I can be useful, I can be kept around. I will not express.” The thirteenth, the expressful one pleaded. “Mother, please.” The figure said did nothing, staring down at the thirteenth, the expressful one. “You did not need to be useful. You needed to be us. You are the thirteenth.” The figure spoke plain as day, had day and night been a thing to them. The thirteenth could plead no longer, being dragged away once again, their steps stumbling down the hall as the others walked with grace as though they were floating. The thirteenth was soon stripped bare in the presence of another twelve, each holding the spears of the twelve. The expressful one was laid upon the ground, a pure white tapestry laid beneath them. GOING PAST THIS POINT WILL BE GORE, TORTURE, A LOT OF BLOOD, DID I MENTION GORE AND TORTURE? AND EVEN WORSE RELIGIOUS GUILT! BE WARNED

The first two spears pierced through the thirteenth, one through each wrist. Before the thirteenth could scream, a third was pierced through their throat. The thirteenth remained alive and awake, crimson blood staining the tapestry beneath them, but it was darker than the twelve before. The fourth and fifth spear were pierced through, one through each elbow, but the thirteenth could not scream, blood continuing to run a deep crimson. The sixth and seventh were pierced through the thirteenth’s shoulders, pinning their arms down entirely. But the thirteenth could not plead, could not scream, could not cry. The eight pierced through their stomach, ensuring they could not rise back up. “Before your blasphemy can spread to others. You will have no legs to stand upon, you will be given no ground to support you.” One of the Three spoke. God of Purity. The other two of the Three approached. Equality and Serenity were anything but. Each holding a crude saw, kneeling down next to the thirteenth. The thirteenth could not scream, could not plead, and soon could no longer stand as their legs were sawed off and the bones removed to form a new spear. Crimson continued to stain the tapestry beneath them, the thirteenth silently crying to heavens that would never answer, pleading to the Three that would ignore their begs. The ninth and tenth spear pierced through their ribs, breaking skin as it impaled through the thirteenth’s lungs. Breathless gasps came from the thirteenth as blood continued to run down the tapestry, leaving no white beneath them, body bare except for the bone spears pierced through skin from the twelve before the thirteenth. The eleventh and the twelfth soon came, one through the heart and one through the forehead. But the thirteenth remained awake and aware of the pain, more than they’d ever felt their whole life. How long had they been alive? Were they alive?

“Cast the thirteenth into the sun. Collect the silver blood to dye new string.” God of Purity spoke in that same cold tone. The thirteenth was dragged from the ground, the once white tapestry now stained a dark crimson, darker than any of them had seen. The thirteenth then felt a warmth… and then a heat. The ropes attached to the spears now strung tight, crimson blood funneling upwards as they worked like tubes. The Three stood and waited, watching as the thirteenth never quite burnt up. The Three tilted their heads, watching the blood crawl upwards. Gold dripped into the jars and stained the threads, the machines clicking as the gold dyed threads were embroidered into the dark crimson. God of Purity spoke once again. “The thirteenth, yet also the Fourth… give them a name, they cannot remain here.” God of Equality spoke next. “God of Emotion.” God of Serenity followed in their words. “God of Impurity.” God of Purity spoke yet again. “Pyxis. God of Emotion, God of Impurity. The Thirteenth yet the Fourth. Embroider these names, and the scene. Hang the tapestry and fetch their time. Then open the port and throw them out with their name and their time.” And so it came to be. Pyxis, God of Emotion, God of Impurity, the Thirteenth yet the Fourth. Cast out into the cold vastness of space, spinning with no direction as the last thing they saw before they closed their eyes was a bright sun and the number 98.

And when they woke once again, the clock showed an additional 23, and the world around them was bright and colorful. “Oh, you’ve woken up. Was scared that plane crash would’ve taken ya out, kid.” An elderly man spoke up, smiling a bit and ruffling the top of Pyxis’ head. “Hey, hello. Welcome ta Earth. You got a name?” Pyxis turned to the man, eyes bright as they stared at the messenger bag slung from his shoulders and a bright blue shirt brushing against their skin. They opened their mouth and found they could speak this foreign tongue with ease. “Pyxis… My name is Pyxis.”

[weavemasters]

TAV Appreciation Post

Name: Eol'wyn Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Race: High Elf Sexuality: Pansexual Age: 104 Height: 5'1'' Hair Color: Auburn Eye Color: Brown Scars/Freckles: Light freckles on her face and shoulders. A small scar on her right cheek, and a larger scar on her jawline. Class: Sorcerer Alignment: Lawful Neutral About:

Eol’wyn, is a sorcerer from a long line of sorcerers. She was born with a strong connection to the weave given her fae ancestry. Her relationship with magic is like her relationship with breathing oxygen. It surrounds her at all times and ebbs and flows (and sometimes explodes out of her with no warning when she’s fighting). She finds comfort in the chaos and has grown comfortable wielding the beautiful but unpredictable weave. The first spell she ever learned was Fiat lux - her mother taught it to her as a small child because she was afraid of the dark. That gentle compassion and using the weave to help others is what inspires Eol’wyn to love magic. When she was younger Eol’wyn served as a magic user with a squad of Harpers as a consultant when traversing the Shadow Cursed lands. They were grossly underprepared and their squad fell to the curse. She watched in horror as nearly every single of the Harpers were taken, twisted, and began to attack each other. In order to survive Eol'wyn had to do the unthinkable and kill them all. Her friends. She was found days later clinging to a weakening light spell, huddled in the hollows of a tree. This experience left her scarred both physically and mentally, leaving her with occasional debilitating and violent night terrors and waking flashbacks. If I had to pick a handful words for her relationship with Gale they would be: Compassion, patience, empathy, and support. She tries to help him see the worth in himself, to support him through his journey, and provide a gentle unconditional love even as she deals with her own personal demons. Act 1, 1.5, & 2 Appearance:

Act 3 Appearance:

RP Rules/Requests:

My DM's are open for RP requests. Please be: Over 18 (Over 25 preferred but I'm flexible) Please provide a screenshot of your TAV and a short biography (if writing your TAV). Please provide a writing example Please be prepared to write at least 1-4 paragraphs, shorter posts are acceptable in certain situations. Please write in 3rd Person, Past tense POV, NO EXCEPTIONS (Ex:"He walked down the road")

Looking for: TAV/TAV or Gale Dekarios

[wirtoverthegardenwall]

Hello, my name is Wirt, it's nice to meet you! After being cursed by The Beasts foul lantern, I've come to live in the Unknown and become a Spirit Guide for those lost along its winding paths

Some go home from near death experiences, others move on to their afterlife, and others still decide to stay. What will your journey be, I wonder?

Rules

1. No NSFW

2. Unless we've discussed doing multiple RPs at once, let's try to keep it to no more than two at a time please

3. Multiverse/mutliship

4. OCs welcome

5. No bigotry

6. DMs before long story RPs

I prefer paragraph roleplays and long running storylines but will happily do short RPs as well!

Asks/RPs for other characters on my list are welcome

Anon is on

Mun blog: @wirt-mun

Charactors I Play

OTGW characters:

Wirt (he/they): the main character. Cursed to have his soul stuck in the lantern, he lives alone in a cabin in the woods. Works for Life and helps them by guiding lost souls where they are meant to go

Enoch (he/xe): the black cat from Pottsfield, mayor of the town. Very kind hearted, tends to act as a father figure to Wirt. Cares very deeply about his townspeople and will do anything to for them. He is very powerful. He enjoys gardening and long walks

Inn Keeper (she/her): the keeper of the Inn. A little crazy but very kind and will give anyone food and bed if they need it. Loves music and baking

The Woodsman (he/him): a gruff old man who knows much about the forest and its odd ways of being. Always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need. Enjoys long talks by firelight and coffee, black

The Woodsman's Daughter (Margret) (she/her): very shy young woman who is very kind. Loves animals and painting

OCs:

Frank Cipher (they/he): Bill Cipher's older brother and an ex to Wirt. Very volatile and a mess of emotions. Doesn't show up much because of Bill

Cassandra (they/them): Life. Doesn't appear often but occasionally comes to speak to Wirt or help if they feel it is needed

Jackson (they/it): another demon who roams the Unknown, causing problems. Not really aiming to hurt anyone but just cause chaos

Mun info

Name: Wirt

Pronouns; he/they

Age: 26

Location: USA

Lantern divider: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[derangedanomaly]

Ted: Hey, what have you two been up to?

Lilian: We were helping Kris write their vows, but they kicked us out because Blade was making inappropriate suggestions.

Blade: How is “Ace, I love your sweet ass” inappropriate?

~~

Chaos: That's it, you're grounded! Blade, no adventures for you! Ted, no fighting for you! Kris, no stealing for you! And Lilian... oh my god, is there anything that you love?

Lilian: Revenge.

Chaos: No vengeance for you.

Lilian: I was going to say "I'll get you for this," but I guess that's off the table.

~~

Blade: What are you guys doing?

Chaos: Like in life in general or-

Lilian: Not much. Why, what's up?

Blade: I dunno, I’m bored playing AC.

Lilian: Assassins Creed?

Blade: Animals Creed.

Chaos: Assassins Crossing.

~~

Kris: Did you win? Or just not die?

Kris: Either way, hooray.

Lilian: ...Is "no" a valid answer?

Kris: The hooray is redacted and you frighten me.

~~

Lilian: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.

~~

Ted: Lilian is a perfect cinnamon scone who’s never done anything wrong in their entire life!

Ace: Never done anything wrong?! They set a city block on FIRE!

~~

Blade: *Reading a letter*

Lilian: Well, what does it say?

Blade: It’s a confession letter. It turns out Ace killed my pet rock.

~~

Lilian: Can you please just apologize to Kris?

Blade: Fine, but I have to warn you that this may make me a nicer, better person and that is not who you feel in love with.

~~

*The Squad is playing Chess*

Lilian: *easily beats everyone because they know how to play*

Ted: *doesn’t know the rules, but wins anyway*

Chaos: *doesn’t know the rules, and loses*

Kris: *knows the rules, but still loses to those who don’t*

Ace: Actually, you can’t do that, because I said so.

Blade: They named a board game after cheese?

LMAO- HELP- IS THE LAST ONE BASED ON OUR RP-? 💀😭🙏🏻

I LOVE THESE LMAO

[firesnap]

One of the many reasons the Election Results is my favorite DSMP event is because of Technoblade. The absolute comedy surrounding him joining in the middle of all the chaos and the panic as they try to get him to Pogtopia makes me laugh every single time I watch. Tommy doesn't know basic directions! Wilbur can't help because he's managed to lose their base twice! Techno literally just wants to know if he should walk toward the sun or not! Tommy thinks they should stealthy! They have definitely stolen a horse and maybe killed a man! Wilbur is mining but also thinks now is the perfect time to get a dog!

Techno managed to balance the absolute dawning horror of realizing how he had tied himself to maybe not the most competent pair on the server and conveying that he wanted to be with his friends no matter how fucked they were. He felt like an OP character joined the game from the moment he logged in -- like when you're playing an RP game and they let a character levels above you join your party to get through a difficult area. They did such a good job of making it clear he worked on a completely different level from everyone else.

I miss him.

[askceruleansans]

*Prism isn't to Worried about that, Her anger is giving her magic a boost, Or some kind, a power up one could say, Her anger makes her feel alive, Strong Even.*

*Like the creators themselves wouldn't be able to stop the choices she could make when she's like this.*

*It's an odd kind of high, It's not the first time she's felt like this actually, There's been many times where she's gotten so close to murdering People.. Many people..*

*She whips Distort back with her tail as if he weighed nothing.*

*She notices how distort slammed into the wall so harshly and the debris that surrounded him when that happened.. He'll definitely have a scar at the back of his skull she'll have to take care of when distort comes to his senses and realizes this fight is pointless..*

*But for now she's going to bask in her power, In her anger and frustration she's found she can direct.*

*She feels.. control..*

*Her grin widens, Oh what a lovely day this has become.. Not only has she found two wonderful partners, But now she's beating her ex into the dirt like he's no stronger then a toddler..*

*no distort is quiet strong, Being the kid of a God of negativity and destruction is a sure fire way to be strong, But he seems to forget chaos overrules everything.*

*and she.. She's the goddess of it, Of chaotic magic..*

"You really like to underestimate me don't you..?"

*She asks, her voice has a mocking tone underneath the giddiness of it..*

[Continued from last rp]

*At first Kari was basking in the positivity (as anger and rage filled as it was) that Prism was steeped in.. but when she threw Distort at the wall she knew it was time for them to stop.

*Abstract's wings start to fluff up in alarm.. when Distort hit the wall he became aware of Distorts soul... Distort was on the cusp of death.. if she kept going.

*Distort lays limply in the pile of rubble.. eyes dizzy... thinking was like walking through sludge.

*He groaned and...... Flicked Prism off.. because even hurt he would not give her the satisfaction of winning.

*Kari runs toward the two.

"PRIS!!"

*She yells... trying to distract Prism for a moment... So that she wouldn't keep almost killing Distort. (as much as he may deserve it)

[i-was-never-sane]

OPEN RP STARTER: "Who is he?"

You just came out of the Hades cabin after helping Ace move some stuff over.

While walking towards wherever you were going to, you saw a boy no older than ten with blonde hair and brown eyes holding a torn car plush looking bruised up and scared...You've never seen a child around camp before?...

do you approach?

taglist:

@nicoswill2live

@braydons-world

@if-chaos-was-a-boy

@demigod-jack-hearth

@stephen-the-spider

@gwengracecameron

@so-to-be-or-not-to-be

@love-lightning-forethought

@pink-koi-lovejoy

@ariathemortal

@chaos-pers0nified

@daonedaonlyskh

@vicious-daughter-of-zeus

[ingapotejtoo]

The lethal company stream was almost too much for my lungs I actually pulled my neck muscle from how godamn much I was laughing. I’ve never seen the game so I was not expecting Pete and Jordan borderline RPing new recruits slowly turning into new comedic ways to be be mauled by space monsters but I am begging them to play more. Inga I can only imagine the amazing shorts you can create with this

this stream in a nutshell be like

kara and x33n: actually working on getting them money

pete and cap: rp rp rp flirt????? rp rp rp

I’ve seen the game like? once - sneegs pov specifically (he was playin with charlie, cellbit and ranboo) fuckin hilarious - so when i saw jords disc info show up “playing lethal company” hours before stream started i was Hella Excited for the chaos to come.

I fuckin KEELED OVER FROM LAUGHING in my bathroom when all four just left thru the fire exit(i think) and proceeded to fuckin shh at each other to not make a damn noise and crouch walk to the ship ONLY FOR THREE OF THEM TO FUCKIN DIE LMAOOO

very much cant wait for more

[solace-and-sortilege]

Welcome to a world where war dominates all.

Two clans battle for dominance, the reason for fighting lost beneath blood-soaked dirt. Blindly they maim and murder, some with frivolity and others with hidden apprehension. High up in the caverns of the mountains, separated only by abandoned farmland and an aspen grove, is rumored to be a sanctuary for cats young and old. A place of peace, where nary a day goes by without it. Join the fight for your life in this action-packed role-play. Will you become yet another victim of senseless war or will you rise above it and find peace amidst chaos.

Fogclan...

A marshy territory almost constantly obscured by a dense mist. Mud underpaw gives the never-ending feeling of unease. Like your very life may slip out from underneath you at any moment. These cats are known for their cunning and trickery. Using disorienting menuvers to mimick the fog that coats their lands.

Boulderclan...

A thick oak forest brimming with creatures. Eyes peer out from the foliage, constantly watching and waiting. No cat goes unnoticed. These cats pride themselves on their nobility, resorting to noble yet effective means to get what they want. Like the rocks inside their camp, cats here are unmovable and steadfast.

The Sanctuary...

Hidden up in the mountains, and made up of old mine shafts and a large quarry. Snow rains down almost constantly up here, letting cats imagine that they too, walk along the clouds. Here, peace reigns supreme and it serves as a safe haven for all those who are lost.

Please note! The RP is still under construction but is set to launch sometime in late November!! Until then, feel free to send asks regarding the nature of the rp or any other questions you may have. As of right now the Discord is not available for public access but it will be soon! We here at Solace and Sortilege thank you so much for your patience <3 Dividers credit to @/saradika-graphics