#cv rp

[draculas-curse]

It had been so long since he’d last stepped foot here. Arikado looked up at the ivory walls, the sprawling patterns across marble, the elegant high roof that coalesced into a glassy top. Pillars stood high, seeming to support the weight of the very heavens, built smooth and unyielding, carved with the utmost skill and accented with a golden flare. From the ceiling hung sheer curtains, lavender, surely of what would be a most coveted material were he to reach high enough to touch them. He sighed, footsteps ghosting soundlessly across the floor, and considered it. Would anyone see him here, were he to indulge himself in such a way? It would be so childish of him, a long-forgotten urge he’d left behind along with his twisted innocence.

No, nobody would see it. He was alone in this room. Shielded, perhaps. Chaos thrummed through his veins with a steady hum, warm, permeating his senses. If he reached out, spread his fingers just a little, he could feel it, how the Castle shifted, the monsters dazed and stupefied and the people grouped around the entrance waiting in terse suspension. He did not recall having such a connection in his youth. Was it the Castle’s desperation for a lord, any lord at all, that lended it such lenience, the ability to open itself back up to a traitor? Or could it sense his compliance? He had no directly harmful inclinations. His own activities would not be ill-intentioned. Whatever it was, he was left to himself, just for a moment, for a fragment of time. Until Jones appeared, until Soma appeared, Arikado could do what he liked.

Carefully, he ascended the steps to the throne, and lowered himself into the lonely seat. It sat elevated, unaccompanied, a place reserved for the Castle’s most beloved monster – the one that would be its master. Yet, it did not complain when the disgraced prince settled back into the ruby cushioning, the colour of the pocket square against his breast, the colour of the blood beneath his shoes. He could overlook the throne room in its entirety like this. The beauty of its construction, he could see, was marred by the inescapability of its inner monstrosity. On the stairs, blood sat wet and thick, pooling forever fresh. It was where Dracula had bled, years ago. But his blood had been black, and sticky, and more like tar than not. Arikado remembered that very well. He had been soaked in it. It was the same blood as that which ran in his own veins. Leaning back, he rested his head. The throne was too tall for him, too wide. His eyes gazed half-lidded at the farthest corners of the walls, where the marble was strewn with cracks. Behind him was a face that curled in agony, letting loose with eternal tears.

When he was young, he had often entertained the idea of sitting in this very position. A whimsical desire to do naught but tease his father, he thought, though the memories blurred at the edges. He tried not to think of those times. Now, this throne was bereft and cold. There was no king to rule over the hordes of ghouls that clamoured aimlessly for direction. The only person Arikado teased by sitting here was himself. Was Death here? They’d caught sight of one another. Perhaps Soma had already dealt with him, and held his soul under command. He doubted the old man would mind such a thing. The shinigami had always lived to be used. Arikado did not.

The curse in his genes was one with the curse in the Castle’s walls. It bolstered him. Somehow, he knew already that Graham Jones was making haste to claim this very throne, rushing up flights upon flights of stairs, wrenching himself through the mindless undead he would soon make his subjects. Yoko’s scheme had failed. Their scheme, even. He should not cleanse himself of culpability for allowing her to come to harm. In the end, it had proven convenient, of course. The mistake had allowed for an unseen benefit, in that it had simply incentivised Soma to hurry. Arikado couldn’t afford him going too far off-track. Not if he wanted this to end according to plan. Of course, he always could have stayed using the girl for motivation. The Castle loved nothing more than to chip away at the guileless young ladies of her ilk. Her sanity was wavering, proven every time he returned to renew his barrier, the barest measure of protection keeping the skeletons from inviting her to join them. Yoko didn’t have to get hurt. The scent of her blood didn’t have to intoxicate him, and had no occasion to swarm his senses like that. It was senseless. But weren't two responsibilities more pressing than one?

If Jones was soon to arrive, then Soma would be right after. Things could still go well. Jones would still be dealt with, and then he could continue to proceed with his own goals. Yoko would still be freed of her problem. He owed her that much, for helping him like this. Arikado rose, slipping away from the throne. A spot of black in a sea of white, he moved like a shadow, heading for the balcony just ahead. He didn’t need to be inside the room to know what would happen, and like this, it would be easier to mask his presence, at least from an inexperienced sovereign. Him and the Castle, twin creatures of Chaos, beholden to their roles; Arikado felt the rabbit hops of Jones’ hurrying up the stairs as if he was walking over the dhampir’s own flesh. Soma moved more like a wolf on the hunt.

One of them was going to die tonight, if he was lucky. Two if he was less lucky. No matter what, there would be death. He had enough cards left up his sleeves to guarantee that, at least.

[angel-dust-addict]

Rewarded - Closed Starter

@the-one-who-killed-the-radio

Great. This was not how he wanted to spend the evening. Valentino had really outdone himself tonight. Vox, of all people. Val had picked out his outfit - a little black dress he would never have worn off-stage if given the choice - and told him where he was going, but that was all the more detail he was given. Angel didn't get why Val would do this, but he was the one sending his boyfriend a prostitute. Obviously he wasn't going to get upset with Angel or Vox about it.

When he reached Vox's door, he knocked and stepped back to wait. For all that he was around Vox fairly often, he had no idea what to expect tonight. What would the man want from him? Wasn't something he should question, though, he figured. Vox was Val's beau; Angel would do whatever Vox wanted. Otherwise, it'd probably get back to Val and then he'd be in for it. So he just watched the door, waiting for somebody to open it. The sooner somebody did, the sooner he could find out what the hell was going on here.

[chasingvelocity]

out of context snippet from a RP that's a pretty good showcase of what Aile has to put up with every day of his life

[thedetectiveofinaba]

A concept of a post-game Naoto who works part-time at Junes to earn some moneys/not go insane from stopping all work but doesn't get her groceries from Junes is both very amusing and IC & sth I want to write and plot. She'd definitely follow her principles on supporting small brands and trying to show local "spineless teens" how to do a store chain boycott properly even though some would say she's an active Junes hater.

She'd never claim she's a Junes hater bc blind hate over a brand because it's mainstream is immature and ineffective in her opinion. You can be critical towards a store without being an immature bitch in her opinion and she'd rather choose the Calm and Adult Option since she totally is an adult. She is well aware on how Junes' manager (Yosuke's father) didn't choose this destination and is still confused on how the locals choose to bitch and complain about Junes while being hypocrites.

Sometimes people just choose to be idiots and aren't teens who were forced to grow up too quickly or they act before thinking/saying things.

[natequarter]

i knew a guy who wrote elizabeth 1 as lizzie, edward 6th as eddy ect. richard 1 was obviously dick or dicky lol

if you're not referring to edward vi as sickly little eddy (was ill and soon got deady), you're doing it wrong. also kudos for dick 1. heart of a lion, dick of a human, presumably

[sp1tballz]

no one will understand this and thats fine but just know I have a lot of deeply confusing headcanons in mind for Habit and non of them really mean anything except for bullshit

[sliding-into-space]

Shipping Slider romantically with either Teddy or Matt. Perhaps one-sided with Matt or a platonic one that only the LGBT™ can have. Slider and Jackie are lowkey BROTP, mlm and wlw solidarity. I don't express love for em as a pair enough. Chip is mentor/parental figure. CV is annoying little sisterTP.

(＾∇＾)ﾉ♪ Y E S to ALL!!

Love the Teddy x Slider ship and thread we have going!! Idk if for one sided you meant Slider liking Matt or Matt liking Slider but I could see both pff. I could def see Slider catching feelings when they're teenagers/older bc of how close they grow, but he'd never want to interfere if Matt and Jackie were dating so he'd try and kill those feelings VERY. quickly. Otherwise math boyfriends is adorable. The brotp is real and ofc there.

Slider and Jackie omgggg, you're so right. They would be the two power figures everyone is like omg *them*!? Bc look at them. They're both so pretty and together the bff vibes are iconic.

Chip is definitely parental figure but Slider probably wouldn't admit that unless Chip actually got together with Coop. (please imagine lip bite emoji here) After Hacker's betrayal and Coop's disappearance, Slider's trust of adults went downhill fast, which sucks bc he's a child. A very tired child that has been forced to grow up incredibly fast. And he deserves to have responsible adults in his life that care about him and let him just be a kid.

CV and Slider are a chaotic duo and I love them. Absolute menaces towards Radopolis and prank masters. .... Matt is gunna get pranks a lot isn't he? Oops. (٥↼_↼) All in love I'm sure.

[camiene]

“ .. you’re interested? “  --  HI LOOK A TMY BABAYAYEYEYYYYY <33  new sj ref! i lovemmbb him sososos much! 

[undefeatablesin]

I’m slowly cracking out of my art block a little as in it doesn't feel impossible to draw any more as it did a few weeks ago, though still wondering what else to bring to the table right now (aside from suggestions ofc, I will eventually get to those as well!) I was thinking I’d really like to share some of my CV OCs in particular. So would you guys be interested in learning about my OCs (Leon’s son, Trevor’s grandchildren and Sonia’s spouse primarily) if I were to include them in my art more often?

[mcturethemes]

muse : indiana kinglsey (aka the crime cutie) tw dark themes. plot : she's failing one of her first big jobs horribly. okay, she took out the target. what about their kid? 'take care of it.' made w beta.

' alright, kings. you can do this. ' she was saying a silent prayer to herself in the middle of the stop n' shop parking lot. 'get it together, indiana.' her words were formed behind gritted teeth and she stared at the toddler in the car seat. thank god it was still rear facing. there was a body on the ground between her and the four door vehicle. she thought the SUV looked a little more DOMESTIC than OFFROAD and now she saw why. the d e a d  f u c k  was a father. when she called her boss she was told to TAKE CARE OF IT. what the FUCK did that mean ? ? she was a lot of things but she certainly wasn't a kid killer. so -- she had to take care of it. the blonde decided to shove the body in the trunk, careful to leave as little if not no evidence behind her. 

" come on, cutiepie. " indiana spoke to what she assumed to be a two year old as she unbuckled the car seat. not bothering to unload and move, she just slings the diaper bag over her shoulder and yanks the seat out entirely. it took her a few minutes to figure out how to securely fasten the seat into her car, but once she did she was outta there. the whole time, the kid screamed. indy shuffled through the bag while she drove, navigating through queens on her way to brooklyn. it was hard to focus on her multiple tasks with the child screaming so she drowned it out with the radio. 

" fuck, fuck, fuck - FUCK ! " indy quietly cursed herself as she saw there was only half a bottle of juice and a few diapers in the bag. she dared to turn the radio down as she entered the bridge and the kidahd stopped screaming. maybe they liked music or the car, either way she was happy. "take me to CVS" she commanded her GPS.

[koushirouizumi]

(P.K.M.N)

Waiting for next I0no reveal in a few hours mainly because I'm more curious about her V.A., but if that isn't Momo's ... i'M

Anyway all I'm saying is I0no and Kage-pro Momo would be acquainted and would collaborate.

[angel-dust-addict]

Hotel Hijinks - Closed Starter

@alastorous-disaterous

"Hey there, Smiles!" Angel greeted cheerfully, flashing a flirty smile of his own. He could admit he was baiting the man. He wanted to see how much he could get away with. After all, Alastor wouldn't actually hurt him when he had Charlie to answer to. At least, Angel was fairly sure of that. He took a seat next to the demon, glad Niffty had made the jumble of furniture that had been in the lobby useable again. Perhaps he was a bit closer than he ought to be - he knew Alastor had that whole personal space thing - but once again, pushing boundaries. Not only was it entertaining, but Angel liked to know where the line was with people.

He surreptitiously smoothed a non-existent wrinkle in his short skirt with his lower hands and recrossed his very long legs. If there was one thing he was good at, it was drawing attention where he wanted it. Playfully, he asked Alastor as he gestured around them with his upper hands, "Any plans for the evenin'? Surely the Radio Demon's got somethin' ta do besides hang around this place with all'a us sad saps. We all know whatcha think of 'redemption' and ya don't seem the sort for it anyway. There's too much fun ta be had out there."

[prince-liest]

sorry if this is a weird question or something you dont rlly want to talk about on a fandom blog, but i noticed youre in medschool! im a college undergrad freshman whos trying to get into medschool, and i was wondering if you had any tips on getting into medschools while still being an active member of fandom spaces?

No worries, I actually get asks about med school not-uncommonly! I'm happy to chat about whatever!

Honestly, I think that depends on what 'active' means for you and what issues you think you would run into? I feel like it's a little cheap to say "plan your time well and take care of yourself" as my go-to answer for this question, but that really is what it boils down to when it comes to being pre-med or in medical school and still having time to do literally anything else in your life, fandom included. Most of the people I know in medical school that don't have time for other stuff are the folks that study in groups with Twitter open in another tab that I get like a dozen snaps from over the course of the eight hours they're in the study rooms, and not-coincidentally they're also the people that go, "It took me eight hours to study this one lecture and I barely got any sleep!"

Creativity and learning ability (and anything else that requires mental power) rely on you having free time, and also you being well-rested, well-fed, and well-exercised. There are always going to be busy times when you can't do as much of your preferred hobby as you'd like (as you have probably experienced even now in undergrad with finals week at the end of your first semester!) which honestly fucking sucks, but that doesn't mean that those times are permanent.

Aside from that: depending on what kind of fandom stuff you get up to, don't be afraid to put that shit on your CV and applications! I literally put fanfiction writing (especially zines) on my CV this past year when applying to residencies, and have had many people ask about it in interviews and think it was just the coolest thing ever that I do this stuff. Medical school applications basically require you to check certain boxes (grades, MCAT, at least 50 physician shadowing hours, some kind of job or volunteering), but because those are things that are basically required at this point, putting fun shit in your extracurriculars stands out. I was never the person who could hack spending my free time volunteering for things I didn't care about, but my extracurricular section was still full of things that stood out and people found interesting.

My AO3 doesn't really date that much fanfiction to when I was in undergrad (2014-2018), but that's mostly because I was busy doing elaborate Homestuck fantroll RPs instead, hahaha. I don't know how many hundreds of thousands of words I must have written of it during that time!

This was a little all over the place, but I hope it was at least a little reassuring!

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP MEMES FROM REDDIT 5/24/2023

“What is it with insufferable people and gaping their mouths open like fucking whales when they speak?” “I hate accountability too.” “Why cheat when you can leave the relationship?” “I guess we should decide who we’re eating first.” “Target in sight-- take aim and be ready to fire at my cue” "This body is weak, I must find a new host.” “So who wants an orgy if the elevator gets stuck?” “That might be kinda hot if everyone’s in the mood.” "Calm down, calm down, I said scabies not rabies" “Do you still have lice?” “Does anyone have a handkerchief, scarf or some garment I can borrow? I promise to return it.” “100% mortality rate my ass!” “Given your history, do you think you should be in here?” “Say nothing. Just laugh hysterically like someone’s just told you the funniest joke you’ve ever heard.” “Just taking this baby for its test ride. We've fixed it 3 times this week.” “You can add green onions to almost everything. “You have become the very thing you swore to destroy.” “Once every few months?!?” “What exactly does she want to know about her vagina?” “The standard has been pretty fucking low for a very long time but it's clear today that the mask of integrity has totally fallen from the face of greed.” “I can only imagine how funny that must have been from your neighbors perspective.” “Did you light your house on fire to kill the bedbugs?!?” “Just let me be happy before I die.” “Two chicks at the same time, man.” “You got a million bucks?” “You ever meet some of those people who are just happy people? Like genuinely happy, and kind.” “I want to do shrooms and experience ego death, cause god damn it sounds so horrendous and scary, but so beautiful and enlightening.” “I want to hit a crocodile in the face with a frying pan.” “I desperately want to be genuinely happy with what I have but I feel a fire burning deep inside me telling me that I havent hit the top of the mountain yet.” “I just wanna be the hottest goth at the gas station.” “Hunt a boar and eat it in a fire camp.” “My goal is to Eiffel Tower someone.” “Giraffes. No, I won’t explain myself.” “Not kinkshaming but kinkquestioning. Kinkpondering.” “I'm sorry for ruining 4.5k people's day.” “I’m so glad I don’t know what a lot of these are.” “Those disgusting, dirty little perverts.” “So long as everyone involved consents then I don't care, honestly.” “Rule 4, no chili powder in the bedroom.” “Sure enough, it was a small plastic baby doll he has shoved up his ass and then gave birth to.” “How do I delete my vision history?” “Yeah don't actually shove stuff up your ass unless you have a way to remove it Like a rope or a flared base Or some really strong ass muscles.” “Is it possible to kink shame someone who's into humiliation?” “I can not be responsible for anything I do.” “Lady that was dressed in full nurse regalia just took a squat and pissed in her nurse pants in the middle of a CVS parking lot.” “How do you feel about wigs?” “Are you sure there is tea in there?” “I wish Tinkerbell would poop rainbows on my face.” “Equal cake for everyone?” “Made it look so easy. That was badass.” “This takes me back to my childhood.” “Now I want my face painted!” “His jiggling is almost hypnotic. It's like a lava lamp.” “This is not the belly-dancer I ordered.” “So his red flags are all women!??!” “I love that our oceans are still a mystery to us.” “The earth is fucking weird.” “I'd hate to have a little tailbutt like that. I'd probably get it caught on everything.” “Wow that looks like a creature from a S. Dali painting!” “Why bother looking into outer space for aliens when we can just look at the bottom of our own oceans?” “You’re trying to tell me THAT isn’t from outer space?!?” “No idea what it is but it looks beautiful” “Once you decide to believe something, not only without evidence but in spite of it, all bets are off.” “It’s awful when a blowup doll gets a mind of its own. “The best pranks are the ones intended to confuse, not abuse.”

[sammy8d257]

Whenever I'm on vacations/traveling

I like to come up with these little "Log Entries" based stories on CV!Dark and the rest of the cast. (The Cartoon Villain verse! The AU where everything is like a Saturday morning cartoon and canon doesn't exist)

I usually only post them in the AvA Enthusiasts Discord because I like using the Tupper RP bot they use

That being said,

Would you guys be interested in me posting them on here?

[postsofbabel]

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