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[linkwood]

Project 1: GodSpit - The Story

Before history, Kelhuton’n was the first to make the firmament. Born to build, Kelhuton’n did, and so crafted the stars and the light they shed. In the stars, Kelhuton’n caught a first glimpse of beauty, and so wept. Those tears were the fire that turned the light into suns, and that sobbing was the wind which blew the stars into their spiral dance.

Bathed in joy and ecstasy, Kelhuton’n felt something new: a desire to share. Kelhuton’n built another that might share these sights and drink deep of their wonder. Kelhuton’n built themself, reflected. The One Reflected beheld the sights that Kelhuton’n had created, and knew awe. Kelhuton’n beheld The One Reflected and knew fear, and the unspeakable glory of creation. Kelhuton’n saw beyond its ken, and grew delirious and wild. The One Reflected saw its creator fall to madness, and used power equal to that of its progenitor to trap Kelhuton’n within a prison of flesh. The first Kelhuton’n became the Wöldn, a wild beast of fangs and claws and spines. The Wöldn lashed out, throwing reflections of its new self at The One Reflected. The battle raged until The One Reflected threw a mote of the firmament itself into the one of the Wöldn's many maws. The mote was of Kelhuton'n, and the dissonant harmony calmed the Wöldn enough to be forced into sleep.

As the Wöldn slept, the mote within its gullet grew, sprouting stone and seed and sea, and each of these grew a reflection, a spirit, born of the Wöldn’s dreaming.

The One Reflected saw life, but knowing its creator's tale, knew not to behold too deep. Instead, The One Reflected reached out, gathering the tears and the sobbing that had built the sky, and birthed its children: Kheraia, the Fire of Life, and Tenyoa, the Pull of Reason. The One Reflected tasked its children with caring for the Wöldn and the world inside it. And so they did, and history began.

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This is GodSpit. A feral high fantasy balanced in the place between the carving knife and the hand that holds it.

GodSpit follows Juniper Eastwheel Maybelle Feront'anen, a grandmother in her mid-70s and Elder of the Eastwheel nomad clan, as her family is wiped out by a spiritual embodiment of disdain made flesh, known as the Night Tyrant. With her lower body eviscerated and the blood of her only grandchild on her face, Jun is saved by a woman referred to by the Night Tyrant as an Exultant of Tenyoa, a young warrior priestess named Teliin. In the process of healing Jun, Tenyoa delivers an incomprehensible message to her, and rewinds her body to roughly the age of 20. Teliin and her detachment of Slayers depart to chase the Night Tyrant further before Jun fully recovers, and she and the remaining Eastwheels are left to limp back to Solaia, the only known city still standing.

Jun, former lawkeeper, educator, and storyteller of her clan, struggles to find acceptance in her new body, and quickly resolves to join the Solaian Slayers Guild, a group of professional warriors dedicated to protecting humanity from the monsters, spirits, and worse that call the wide land of Wöheln home. She meets the local Slayers Branch Co-ordinator, an inscrutable man named Treyarn "Trey" Byron Jorn, and asks to begin training within the Guild. Trey delivers a counter-offer: the surviving Eastwheels join Trey and his Slayers on an expedition to establish a mining settlement in the mountains to the north-east, and Trey will personally tutor Jun in the Guild's ways.

He tests her current capabilities against a clutch of young Scythe Drakes, reptilian woodland predators that use plated skulls to ambush and stun larger prey before killing with their namesake bladed tails. Jun pulls from her former life for the first time in the weeks since becoming young and uses the storytelling magic passed down through nomad clans known as Talespinning to overcome the drakes, but not without breaking an arm and needing to be saved by Trey. Trey is still impressed, and gladly accepts Jun into an apprenticeship.

From there, Jun meets the rest of the caravan travelling to the new settlement: an inexperienced young Totemist named Lettnar, the reserved and inscrutable Healer Haemir, a score of tradesmen and settlers spoken for by the blacksmith Barrith, and the nine Slayers that make up the advance settlement party, which includes six other apprentices.

From there begins Jun's journey towards becoming a Slayer, finding Teliin, and learning why a God would chose to save her.

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Roleplay Rules

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Welcome to my rp rules, please read everything down below, thank you~

General Info

RP’s ARE OPEN :)

# of roleplays I currently have ongoing - 1

# of roleplays in discussion - 0

I’m a literate paragraph style role player. Meaning I like to explain in great detail what’s going on when I do role play. Sometimes I have the tendency to overexplain or overdo it when it comes to typing making it seem novel like but normally I can keep that down to a minimum.

I usually tend to match the amount of words/paragraphs you are sending to me. It’s a form of being respectful and such for me.

In most of my rps I do like to pre plan stuff in like a “what events do we want to happen? Do the people already know each other, are you ok with characters getting harmed ect ect”

Before we rp I do like to read oc wikis ((if applicable)) Just so I have a generalized background knowledge of the oc or characters I’m role playing with so please have that handy for me

You can find my OC Masterlist on my Navigation Post. Their information is still being added and tweaked though.

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Who I Roleplay As!

Fandoms

Marvel

Loki, Thor, Tony, Natasha, Wanda, Starlord

DC

Poison Ivy, Harley, Selina Kyle, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Starfire, Raven, Garfield, & Terra

BNHA

Keigo Takami, Mirio, Bakugo, Toga, Ochoco, Tsuyu, & Shinsou

My OC’s

Aero, Kailani, Lilah, Mai, Coal, Juniper, Erik, Elias, & Tate

Disclaimer ~ I can attempt other characters ;)

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Some General Common Courtesy Rules

Please be patient with me, I can’t always respond immediately, sometimes I have to think about how I’m going to respond which involves some trial and error side typing in Google docs or my notes. I try to make my rps enjoyable for us both!

Expanding on the point above, I do get busy irl suddenly sometimes. I’m an adult I have kids, so if I just suddenly disappear that’s why.

I rp mostly at night, that’s when I have the most time to myself. So sometimes I’ll either fall asleep while chatting or my brain will switch gears & want to draw. If I want to take an art break I promise I’ll inform you. If I happen to fall asleep, you probably won’t hear from me for a few hours.

If said characters or roleplay will involve mentions of abuse please chat that out with me in advance so we can keep triggering content to a minimum, tagged, and not accidentally hurt each other ♡

Please please please, don’t pester me for a response or get upset if I ask to end our rp before it’s finished. Sometimes I lose interest & instead of dragging out something I’d rather try to wrap it up best we both can.

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The Important Rules

THE BIG NOPE!

I will not be role playing how your oc meets characters. I can’t keep doing those types of rps. They are getting repetitive for me & overall I just don’t enjoy it. I can however do how my oc meets your oc rps if we choose to do an oc to oc rp.

I will not rp anything problematic examples being…. Child adult ships or professor and teen student. :)

Fluff, angst, slow burns, ect is ok though.

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THE BIG YESSSS

You wanna do a funny ooc rp let’s go. I don’t mind doing funny out of character rps so long as there short lol. Sometimes I can’t keep it going as long as people would like.

I will do oc x canon, oc x oc, canon x canon, and crossovers. I’m honestly down for anything so long as we keep things between pg to 18+

Angst you say 👀 that’s my favorite genre. I love drama and angst so I don’t mind letting the rp get dark sometimes. Just keep things within the community guidelines as well as giving me a trigger list so I don’t accidentally set you off, as things get darker.

When I rp I usually try to send the same amount as words or paragraphs as the person I’m doing with so please try to reciprocate that back to me 💕

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Conclusion

Thank you so much for reading my rules :) if you are in agreement with them go ahead and message me and we can chat about an rp!

I’ll update this as time goes on and as I see fit.

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      ♡ — * » hello i am kylen i go by any pronouns. i live in seattle washington ( or super close by anyways ) so that puts me in the pst timezone ! a little bit about me is that i’m twenty, i’m super obsessed with a game called overwatch. i also play dnd & im about that meme life. other than that im an a+ hoe for history &war-like movies. if ya’ll want to plot & we haven’t pls pls pls hmu or like this ! i’m on my way to work rn so sorry if i’m a bit spotty tonight in messaging back !

[ tom holland , male, he/him | subplot nine, muse w ] —» peach scone by hobo johnson came on the radio, and it reminded me of juniper drake, who’s been in sundance for the last month. they’re twenty-three, and currently unemployed. i’ve noticed they’re forgetful && eccentric but can be affable && adventurous, too. anyone who knows them would say bright computer screens, tea with no sugar, && sweets describes their vibe effortlessly.—» 

B A C K G R O U N D

juniper grew up in paris, france ! this makes him french ! due to the education system he was forced to learn english & another language - in which he chose german ! ( i speak german so be ready for german replies yO )

both juni’s parents had jobs from home so like… the drake family never really left to go anywhere, they were a bunch of shut ins who cared too much for the safety of their son.

juni hated not being able to go outside & play with other kids his age.

 one day, when he was eight, he told his parents that he was going to get an ice cream from the store across the street; instead he went & played with the kids on the block

long story short juni forgot to go home & ended up several blocks away from his home & his parents flipped out to the point they thought he was taken off the streets.

after the police were out & about though they found him on the balcony of someone’s apartment ( only one story up ) but learned that him & another kid climbed up there ?

at this point in time his parents were hysterical & basically up & moved to seattle & put juni in a private school. 

juni grew up feeling very... agitated - not even in the bad way. he really liked paris & he felt very shaky a lot because he just wanted to burn off his energy ? 

once he got to middle school he joined both the track team & the swimming team & he felt a lot better - he continued it through highschool & once he was in highschool he also decided to join the boys’ volleyball team

he didn’t really talk to his parents seeing as they were always breathing down his neck with everything he did & he felt pretty micomanaged

P E R S O N A L I T Y

an actual meme

P E R S O N A L I T Y ( 4 REAL )

he is a class clown. completely & utterly always down to make people laugh.

he’s the type to care about himself to the utmost extent. like if he’s unhappy you can be it’s not going to be for long.

he’s dumb & laughs at everything.

he acts super stupid in class & prolly talks back to the professors, but he actually makes dean’s list every semester ? like,… he doesn’t have a perfect 4.0, but it’s up there yEAH.

he’s a very messy person i feel. 

 ( don’t tell him your secrets omg no he can’t keep his mouth shut, pls don’t )

the fact that he can’t be serious means that he loses friends a lot & people get annoyed with him quick. so he’s kinda just a tad bit cynical when it comes to calling people ‘ close friends ’

he doesn’t know the definition of serious i s2g.

T R I V I A 

banana mixed with cotton candy ice cream is his favorite ice cream

100 100 grand bars ( for the meme )

baNANA MILK ( <– his fucking fAV )

coffee is also something that juni lives off of. he’s prolly been importing it from italy & france while being in university

due to the school he attended, juniper knows a bit of latin & greek. he can’t speak it all that well, he’s just really new to it omfg.

this boy is 5′8″ he is a small bean lmao

[pkmnsdarkqueen]

Karen was stone faced as the woman followed directions. Her crystal spot light on the professor seemed to be doing it’s job of being imposing on the other. In fact at any momemt Karen half expected tears to start trickling down the other’s cheeks. The amusing part is that she hadn’t even laid a finger on the other. The only threat that’d neared the home owner was her houndoom which circled it’s way around, and followed at her heels with every step.

Karen had an excellent mentor who’d taught her how to be a frozen statue that didn’t need to move. Only speak, and have others shirk away. Being on her own now Karen had grown to understand the alluring power of that. Sometimes she still had her moments of toying with affections, and emotions. Pulling heart strings secretly from behind a curtain was a common game of hers. This however, this feeling of being the one directly pulling strings as if on stage with the puppet, was addicting.

Yet a small fragment of her humanity was still echoing from the dark hole she kept it in. The part of her that wanted to connect with the other. Assure her that there was nothing to fear. Hard to do that when you’re what they need to be afraid of.

“Brh.”

The umbreon muffled. It’s only job was to cut the landline, but as Karen looked down she found him carrying his blye bandana in his mouth with things bundled inside. Confused the pokemon dropped it at her feet to show he’d shoved some berries, and packaged food into his bundle. Karen had been too zoned out to realize that he’d been foraging about in the pantry and fridge earlier.

She sighed at this running a hand through her hair. Was he seriously trying to feed her? It was true her group and she hadn’t eaten in awhile, but they were trying to get in and out! Stopping to eat delayed that goal. Then again they couldn’t run on an empty stomach.

“Drake you eat it, and share I’m fine.”

She argued. Glancing over at the professor she saw the other was done. Good, they could make the meal to-go. Karen told herself as she adjusted to stand again.

“Ghn!”

She grunted grasping her hip. Her knife clattered to the floor as her other arm gripoed the couch. The pain had dulled with lack of use, but the woman wasn’t running on adrenalin either. All of the pokemon immediantly jerked their heads to her showing obvious concern. One of them was the houndoom that sighed weaving a faint growl in.

“Zor…”

Alizozo murmured putting a paw on the hand she had on the couch. As Karen turned to him she furrowed her brow as the pokemon gestured towards Juniper. The woman had done a good job of patching him up. Practically painless, and she hadn’t tried anything either. He knew the other would run for miles if needed. That was exactly what her team was afraid of.

Karen furrowed her brow, and drew her hand away leaning against the arm of the couch again. Shaking her head she crossed her arms to stare away. They were all waiting on her order.

“I’m find, Drake hand me the blade we’re going.”

“Spiri!”

The spiritomb hissed which was the general reaction from the team. Karen breathed heavily rolling her eyes as the anarchy set in. Her umbreon flicked the blade away further with his tail, the houndoom was growling again, and her zoroak shook his head. They weren’t leaving if she was hurt. Rubbing her temple with her thumb as the rest of her hand rested on her forehead she knew there was no winning.

“Tch, so you’re all against me? Look I’m fine, besides this lady just works on pokemon, not people with bullet wounds.”

As she adjusted to start standing again her pokemon took action. Drake leapt up, and pushed on her shoulder to knock her back where the zoroak could cushion her back to the couch. Then there was the houndoom that turned around to the professor. It stared at her intently leaning in. The pokemon couldn’t speak, but it hoped she got the message.

Break-In || CLOSED || Pkmnsdarkqueen