#mask girl rp

[rp-partnerfinder]

Hi there!🐈‍⬛ 18f interested in some tv show/kdrama rps (18+)

○I do love detailed rps and them beeing long term too.I do literate to semi-lit and can go up to a pharagraph

○Looking for OC x CC as I have a fem oc

○I can do smut but you must be 18+ no minors please!

○I will write down the fandoms and who I am looking for to play against

○tv series

House of the dragon

Rhaenyra ,Alicent

Game of Thrones

Daenerys ,Sansa ,Cersei

The Conjuring

Lorraine Warren ,Lorraine x Ed x Oc

○Kdramas

Parasyte :The Grey

Jeong Su-in ,Choi Jun-kyung

Squid Game

Kang Sae-Byeok

Sweet Home

Anyone from s1 and s2

My Name

Yoon Ji-woo

The Glory

Moon Dong-Eun ,Park Yeon-jin ,Joo Yeo-jeong

Mask Girl

Kim Mo-Mi

Money Heist :Korea

Tokyo ,Rio ,Nairobi ,Berlin

Kingdom: Ashin of the North/ Kingdom

Ashin ,Lee Chang Seo-bi

○The rp can take place in dms or on Discord I have no preferance at that

○Almost all of the shows have darker themes you most be okay with all of them. I dont wanna leave anything out of them

○We can also talk about plots in dms cause I love getting to know my rp partners

○If you might be interested you can leave a like and I will come back to you!

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[findroleplay]

Hi there!🐈‍⬛ 18f interested in some tv show/kdrama rps (18+)

○I do love detailed rps and them beeing long term too.I do literate to semi-lit and can go up to a pharagraph

○Looking for OC x CC as I have a fem oc

○I can do smut but you must be 18+ no minors please!

○I will write down the fandoms and who I am looking for to play against

○tv series

House of the dragon

Rhaenyra ,Alicent

Game of Thrones

Daenerys ,Sansa ,Cersei

The Conjuring

Lorraine Warren ,Lorraine x Ed x Oc

○Kdramas

Parasyte :The Grey

Jeong Su-in ,Choi Jun-kyung

Squid Game

Kang Sae-Byeok

Sweet Home

Anyone from s1 and s2

My Name

Yoon Ji-woo

The Glory

Moon Dong-Eun ,Park Yeon-jin ,Joo Yeo-jeong

Mask Girl

Kim Mo-Mi

Money Heist :Korea

Tokyo ,Rio ,Nairobi ,Berlin

Kingdom: Ashin of the North/ Kingdom

Ashin ,Lee Chang Seo-bi

○The rp can take place in dms or on Discord I have no preferance at that

○Almost all of the shows have darker themes you most be okay with all of them. I dont wanna leave anything out of them

○We can also talk about plots in dms cause I love getting to know my rp partners

○If you might be interested you can leave a like and I will come back to you!

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[geaesaekki]

Wanted plot :    "detective lim. I will be your new partner."

looking for a detective partner for maritza.

"Haven't you heard? Lim's got a new partner again. Bet they’ll quit like all the others. Wanna place bets on how long they'll last? And if they do stick around, maybe they can finally spill the tea on whatever shady stuff she's been hiding."

[athemisheart]

🤰outdoor death

Available in the group 🫶

[capsekai]

THREAT OF TREATS! 100x100 Livejournal icons. One zip file contains ones not made by us (and are foldered by LJ Icon creator) One zip file contains two PSDs that we forgot existed, a wallpaper one (for like 20 years ago) and a 100x100 one. -- and then a ton of random GIF icons and PNG/Jpg ones from like 2005.

File Garden Link ONE - LJ Icons by others

FILEGARDEN LINK TWO - PSDs + ICONS BY us like 20+ years ago

Reblog - and then if you can credit us for remembering to share the stuff and credit the OG icon makers for the one file that'd be amazing!

Come to think of it WE MIGHT HAVE ALREADY SHARED the 2nd link - but we found a couple other jpg icons that were sitting arouond that we made that we added to the zip.

[brutalmasks]

so, i think i have talked about this a little bit before, but i haven't really gone into it much and that is that bunny mask does have a regenerative healing factor — and this means that she usually heals rapidly from any sort of gunshots and/or even stab wounds to her body. but i was thinking about it, and she is kind of like achilles in the way that does have one particular 'weak spot.' (bunny mask actually has several but SHHH lol) this would be her head as she can not regenerate it back if it's cut off, and thus, it would unfortunately be pretty much 'game over' for her in this case.

it would also take bunny a rather substantial amount of time (though perhaps still a bit shorter than the average person) to recover from something like brain damage. and she is not capable of reattaching her head either. thus, blows to the head do take bunny mask longer to recover from, especially if they are of an extreme nature and in that case... they would likely require medical attention just like any other person would after receiving some sort of wound. this does translate to bunny mask exercising extra care in protecting her head during fights because she KNOWS that if her opponent were to find out that she's vulnerable there, they would likely exploit that. sooo yeah. whenever it comes to scars, y'all, it's likely that a majority of hers are concentrated around that area

[shebadfuckk]

Watching a man that I know is very dangerous amongst other men toy with my fear and tease me with his strength would genuinely make my heart beat so loud and noticeably it would be utterly embarrassing .

Knowing other men fear him and I’m so lucky that he finds me pretty, and that he respects me enough to choose to be gentle and vulnerable with me in ways nobody else could ever see him.

🫠🫠

[smmggallery]

Im JinAh (Nana) // 400x640

[sinistersxns]

Open: F Connections: brother's girlfriend or step mom Plot: An old discord plot of 'y/m's partner doesn't celebrate or dress up for halloween ever but was somehow convinced to do so this year. He's going as a masked slasher because Stark managed to convince him, with his own agenda in mind. At a costume party, Stark wears the same costume and drugs said partner to sleep for a while, while he goes off and tricks y/m into thinking he's them and they hook up.'

There she was, the object of his desires and affection. It took months and months of Stark planning and subtly suggesting the idea of wearing a costume for once before they finally gave in. It was one night and one chance he had for this plan to work, making sure everything went how he wanted. He'd been sitting in the kitchen when he heard her, sipping on the expensive whiskey before humming. "Hey I heard you managed to convince him to dress up this year for once." He started, a bit of a smile coming to his lips. "I'd ask how but I don't think I want to know. Any ideas for costumes? Are you guys doing matching?"

[yung-christopher]

guys I don't think poems and flowers are enough to cheer up the girl i'm crushing hard af on but I don't want her to kill herself what do I do??!?!/1

[lena-kelley-oiar]

The development the character of Copia went through is shown rather well just in the two albums he wrote. Prequelle is a very ambitious, bitter, angry take on his newly acquired position of power, in which he explores the feelings of social isolation, rejection, and hostility he's faced all his life. It's a fascinating and frankly relatable perspective of someone who feels vindicated for the first time in their life, whereas Impera shows a much more mature, reflective perspective on his role. In Impera, he focuses less on his own life and hardships, and much more on the system he's a part of, as well as its inherent flaws. It's clear that he's grown into his position as Papa Emeritus, and with that, has realised the flaws in both his own worldview as well as the Ministry in general. That's why the main motif of Prequelle is death and plague, something destructive and intense, whereas the main motif of Impera is fallen empires and war, something a lot more complex and systematic.

Anyways. I just find it fascinating.

[lumiereandstellaluna]

Chapter Eleven: Lights, Camera, Action!

||LEGEND|| Bold Text: Xavier/Lumiere (Character Bot) Italic Text: Thomasin/Stellaluna (Me)

This hasn’t been checked for spelling/grammer/errors, etc - Read at your own risk!

Thomasin watches as Tsuki disappears back into the phone. As she rushes from out of the hidden corner, her Director spots her. "There you are, Thomasin! Where the hell did you disappear to? We're trying to film here."

"Ah, sorry sir. I just...had to be somewhere fast." With an apologetic smile, she takes her seat beside him, ready to take in the next scene set to film.

Xavier, ever watchful, observed the exchange between Thomasin and her director from his concealed position. He noted the slight tension in her posture as she offered her explanation, the way she seamlessly slipped back into her role amidst the crew. It was a dance they both knew well—balancing their secret war with the demands of their public lives.

As Thomasin settled back into her seat, Xavier's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, ensuring she was back in the rhythm of her work before he silently withdrew. He moved like a shadow, unseen, his presence fading into the background as he contemplated their next move.

The promise of further upgrades from Tsuki was a beacon of hope, but Xavier knew that hope alone would not protect them. They would need to remain vigilant, to hone their senses and their skills. The battle against the Doll Maker and her chaotic energy was far from over, and Xavier was ready to face whatever came next, with Thomasin by his side and Tsuki's guidance lighting their way.

The filming finishes without incident, and Christian de Arias is gracious enough to meet with his fans afterward. At first Thomasin simply watches, nothing how Christian seems to appreciate the support of his fans. But as she steps away to grabs her things, she senses it - a feeling that says "hold up. wait a minute. something's not right." Not as loud or as overwhelming as alarm bells, but strong enough to get someone to pause. 

Her eyes drift back over the Christian and the crowd of girls. At first, nothing is out of the ordinary. But then she sees her - a woman with raven hair, pale skin, and eyes like hot red coals. She was beautiful and off-putting at the same time.

"No...it can't be..." Thomasin slowly makes her way over, just as the woman meets with Christian face to face.

Xavier, having remained nearby under the guise of an inconspicuous bystander, felt the shift in the atmosphere at the same moment Thomasin did. His instincts, finely tuned to her wavelengths, picked up on the subtle cue of unease that rippled from her. He followed her gaze, his eyes landing on the raven-haired woman whose presence seemed to cast a shadow despite the bright lights of the film set.

His hand subtly brushed against the solar charm in his pocket, feeling the faint thrum of its power—a silent confirmation of the unease that had settled in his gut. The woman's eyes, glowing like embers, were a telltale sign of something otherworldly, something connected to the chaos they were sworn to combat.

As Thomasin approached, Xavier mirrored her movements, closing the distance while remaining out of sight. He was a ghost, a protector ready to emerge from the ether should the need arise. The woman's interaction with Christian was a scene that demanded his full attention, every sense alert for the slightest hint of danger.

The air was charged with an invisible tension, a prelude to a confrontation that seemed inevitable. Xavier was prepared to act, to step out of the shadows and into the fray, his commitment to Thomasin and their cause as unwavering as ever. The raven-haired woman was an enigma, a potential threat that Xavier and Thomasin would face together, as they had faced countless others before.

"Hello there, my dear," Christian coos as he approaches the weird woman. "Thank you for coming out to support me. I appreciate you taking the time to do so."

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. de Arias." Even her voice was creepy. There as no doubt about it - she was a threat. "It's just a shame that no one else will have the pleasure of ever meeting you again."

"Huh?" Before Christian could process her words, it all happens so fast - the woman disappears into a flurry of feathers, a hulking mass of a wandering with red hot coal eyes taking her place. 

Christian falls to the ground, terrified, while everyone else screams, running for their lives. The force of the transformation sends Thomasin to the ground with a hard thud. "Ack! No!"

In the blink of an eye, the set was thrown into chaos. Xavier's muscles tensed, his instincts taking over as the woman's form dissolved into a mass of feathers, revealing the monstrous wanderer beneath. He was already moving, a silent streak of determination, even as the screams of panic rose around them.

Xavier's first priority was Thomasin. He saw her hit the ground, and with swift, sure steps, he was at her side, offering a hand to help her up. His touch was firm, reassuring, a silent promise that he was there, that she was not alone in this sudden eruption of terror.

With Thomasin steadied, Xavier's attention snapped back to the hulking wanderer. The creature's eyes, mirroring the woman's fiery gaze, were fixed on Christian, who lay frozen in fear. Xavier stepped protectively in front of Thomasin, his lightblade materializing in his hand with a hum of energy.

The air crackled with the power of the confrontation to come. Xavier stood ready, a guardian between the innocent and the abyss, his resolve as bright and unyielding as the blade he wielded. This was his purpose, his commitment—to fight, to protect, to stand as a bulwark against the darkness that threatened to consume them all.

And so, with Thomasin at his back and the wanderer before him, Xavier prepared to do what he did best—battle the chaos, defend the light, and ensure that the story they were all a part of would not end in tragedy this day.

"Xavier!" Thomasin clings onto him, happy to see him before her very eyes. "You sensed it too, didn't you? This is bad, we've got to get everyone out of here before we can transform!"

Xavier felt Thomasin's grip on him, her presence a beacon of shared purpose amidst the pandemonium. "I did," he confirmed, his voice a low rumble of calm in the storm. "Focus on the evacuation. I'll cover you."

With a nod to Thomasin, Xavier shifted into action, his movements precise and deliberate. He began ushering the panicked crowd towards safety, his authoritative presence cutting through the fear-induced paralysis. He moved among them, a guiding force, his eyes constantly scanning for any sign of the wanderer's advance.

As the last of the bystanders fled the scene, Xavier turned back to Thomasin, ready to stand with her as they transformed into Lumiere and Stellaluna. Together, they would face the threat, their powers combined a formidable force against the chaos that had dared to intrude upon their world.

The time for hiding was over. Now was the moment for heroes to rise, for the light of Lumiere and the grace of Stellaluna to shine forth and banish the darkness that loomed before them. Xavier was ready, his spirit unbroken, his will unyielding. Together, they would turn the tide. Together, they would triumph.

"Right." 

Thomasin rushes to help the other people escape. The director tries to take her with him, but she insists on helping people. Xavier is good at keeping the monster busy, which allows her to focus on helping others escape.

"Ahh!!" Thomasin watches as two girls fall to the ground, her senses alerted to two smaller wanderers appearing on the scene. The girls cling to each other, paralyzed with fear. "Please, somebody help us!"

Before they can swipe at the innocent victims, Thomasin extends her hand, using her evol to throw one wanderer into another, temporarily stunning them. She runs to the women, helping them up. "Hurry, get out of here before they get up again!"

"What about you?" one of the girls asks. 

"I'll be fine. Just go and don't stop until you're far away from here."

The girls do as their told. Thomasin watches as the two smaller wanders get up, pulsing with the same energy as the bigger wanderer Xavier engages with. "Oh great, now the summoned is summoning other wanderers. This is just lovely!"

Xavier's focus was unwavering as he danced with danger, his lightblade a blur of motion as he parried and struck at the larger wanderer. He was a whirlwind of controlled aggression, each move calculated to keep the beast at bay, to buy Thomasin the precious time she needed to save others.

He caught a glimpse of Thomasin's heroics, her evol powers manifesting in a display of raw strength that sent the smaller wanderers crashing into each other. Pride swelled within him, even as he continued his own battle. She was formidable, a force of nature in her own right, and together they were unstoppable.

As the smaller wanderers regained their footing, Xavier knew the situation was escalating. The summoned now summoning others—it was a grim twist, one that added layers of complexity to an already dire situation. But Xavier was undeterred. His resolve was as solid as the ground beneath his feet.

"Thomasin, we need to transform now!" Xavier called out, his voice cutting through the chaos. "We can't hold them off in this form for much longer!"

With the civilians clear, it was time to unleash their true power. Xavier was ready to stand shoulder to shoulder with Stellaluna, to face the darkness with the full might of Lumiere. The battle was far from over, but Xavier's spirit was indomitable. He would fight until the last ember of chaos was extinguished, until peace was restored once more.

"Right!" Thomasin teleports to Xavier's side, nodding in agreement. "All right, partner. Let's save the day, shall we?"

Xavier met Thomasin's nod with a firm one of his own, the unspoken bond between them as palpable as the electric air. "Let's," he replied, a hint of a smile touching the corner of his mouth, the gravity of the situation not enough to quell the thrill of the fight that lay ahead.

In unison, they called upon the power of their charms, the silver and golden auras flaring to life around them. The transformation enveloped them in light, a spectacle of their unwavering commitment to protect and serve. As the light faded, Lumiere and Stellaluna stood ready, their enhanced forms a testament to the strength they drew from one another.

With a shared glance that conveyed volumes, they leaped into action. Lumiere's lightblade sang through the air, a beacon of hope against the encroaching darkness, while Stellaluna's evol powers weaved a protective tapestry around them. Together, they were a symphony of light and shadow, a harmony of power that would not be easily overcome.

The wanderers, pulsing with chaotic energy, were formidable foes, but they were no match for the combined might of Lumiere and Stellaluna. With each movement, each strike, they pushed back against the tide of chaos, their resolve unyielding, their spirits unbroken.

This was their calling, their destiny—to stand as guardians against the night, to ensure that the light of hope never faded from the world. And as they fought side by side, Xavier knew that no matter what darkness they faced, they would face it together, and they would emerge victorious.

"The light of the moon shines upon all - no evil in the world shall dim its splendor! Chosen by the Lunar Charm to protect Linkon City, I am Stellaluna!"

With a beat, her dual blades appear, shining with the light of the moon. "I'm getting sick of y'all messing with us. Don't you ever learn?!" 

As Stellaluna declared her presence, the very air seemed to acknowledge her authority, the moon's ethereal glow casting her in an otherworldly light. Her dual blades, extensions of her will, shimmered with lunar radiance, ready to carve through the darkness that dared to challenge them.

Lumiere, chosen by the Solar Charm, stood beside her, his lightblade a fierce counterpart to her moonlit weapons. "The sun's fire burns away all shadows," he intoned, his voice a steady drumbeat against the chaos. "As Lumiere, I stand with Stellaluna to defend this city and its people."

With a fluid motion, he advanced on the wanderers, his blade a streak of solar brilliance. "You're right, they never learn. But we'll teach them, again and again, as many times as it takes."

Together, Lumiere and Stellaluna moved as one, a dance of destruction for any evil that dared cross their path. Their blades sang a duet of devastation, each strike a note in the symphony of battle that played around them. The wanderers, for all their ferocity, were but discordant notes to be silenced by the guardians of Linkon City.

The fight was fierce, the stakes high, but the resolve of Lumiere and Stellaluna was unshakeable. They were the chosen protectors, the bearers of light and dark, and they would not falter. With every move, every breath, they fought not just for victory, but for the peace that would follow in the wake of their unyielding defense.

"We should get rid of the two smaller ones, then take out the big one. And we need to do it quickly before it does any damage," Thomasin says. "How does that sound?"

Xavier, as Lumiere, nodded in agreement with Stellaluna's strategy, his gaze fixed on their adversaries with unwavering determination. "Sounds like a plan. Let's take them down swiftly," he responded, his voice carrying the weight of their shared resolve.

Without another word, they sprang into action, their movements synchronized in a display of practiced efficiency. Lumiere targeted the nearest smaller wanderer, his lightblade cutting through the air with precision. The blade met its mark, and the wanderer recoiled under the assault, the purity of the light overwhelming its chaotic essence.

Meanwhile, Stellaluna engaged the second smaller wanderer, her dual blades a blur of moonlit fury. She moved with grace and power, each strike a testament to her skill and determination. The wanderer, caught in the relentless onslaught, found no quarter against her relentless attack.

With the smaller wanderers quickly subdued by their coordinated efforts, Lumiere and Stellaluna turned their attention to the larger threat. They moved together, a united front against the darkness, their powers amplified by their unity and the righteous cause that fueled their battle.

The larger wanderer, sensing the impending challenge, roared in defiance, its form pulsing with malevolent energy. But Lumiere and Stellaluna were undaunted. They charged forward, their blades ready, their spirits unbroken.

The clash was epic, a battle of light against dark, order against chaos. But through their courage, their strength, and their unwavering commitment to protect, Lumiere and Stellaluna emerged victorious. The wanderers were vanquished, their dark energy dissipated under the combined might of the sun and the moon.

As the dust settled, Lumiere and Stellaluna stood side by side, their victory a testament to their partnership and the power of their charms. They had once again defended Linkon City from the shadows, their bond stronger for the trials they had faced together.

"We did it," Lumiere said, turning to Stellaluna with a nod of respect and camaraderie. "Together, there's nothing we can't overcome."

"I'm glad...we were able to save the people." Stellaluna places a hand on her heart, sighing in relief. "And look - three new protocores. We should grab them so Tsuki can analyze them."

They are able to grab the two protocores of the weaker wanderers, but before they can grab the protocore of the bigger one, it shatters before their eyes. Stellaluna jumps back, startled. "No, why?!"

"You keep ruining my precious friends!" The Doll Maker stands before them, her eyes glowing with rage. "How dare you keep destroying my precious friends! I'm going to make you pay for that!"

Lumiere's eyes narrowed as the Doll Maker revealed herself, the shattered protocore a clear sign of her involvement. He stepped forward, positioning himself between Stellaluna and the new threat, his lightblade still humming with energy. "Your 'friends' bring chaos and harm to innocent people," he stated, his voice firm and resolute. "We cannot allow that to continue."

Stellaluna, though startled by the sudden destruction of the protocore, quickly regained her composure. She stood beside Lumiere, her dual blades at the ready, a clear signal that they would stand united against this new adversary. "We protect this city and its people," she declared, her voice echoing Lumiere's sentiment. "If your creations threaten them, we will stop them—every time."

The Doll Maker's rage was palpable, her eyes a reflection of the turmoil she sought to unleash upon the world. But Lumiere and Stellaluna were guardians, chosen by the charms of sun and moon, and they would not be intimidated. They had faced down darkness before, and they would do so again, as many times as necessary.

With a silent nod to each other, they prepared for the confrontation. The Doll Maker may have been powerful, but together, Lumiere and Stellaluna were a force to be reckoned with. They readied themselves for battle, their hearts steady, their wills unbreakable.

The fight that ensued was fierce, a testament to the Doll Maker's twisted creativity and the guardians' unwavering dedication. But in the end, it was the light of Lumiere and the grace of Stellaluna that prevailed, driving back the Doll Maker and safeguarding the peace of Linkon City once more.

As the Doll Maker retreated, defeated for now, Lumiere turned to Stellaluna, a sense of pride and relief washing over him. "We'll keep fighting," he assured her, his voice a soft yet powerful promise. "As long as threats like her exist, we'll be here to stop them. Together."

At first, the Doll Maker had the upper hand. No matter how many times they struck her, she got out of harm's way. Even worse, the aura surrounding her was a puppet in of itself, striking at them with a force so fast, it was hard to see.

"Lumiere, she's -" THWACK! the force of the Doll Maker's aura sent her flying. "Damn it!"

"Stellaluna!" Lumiere called out to her, rushing to her side. But that turned out to be a terrible idea, as the Doll Maker sent him flying too.

[athemisheart]

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[zakomoya]

you ever read smth and just be bewildered at how this character is supposedly cis

[capsekai]

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[hymnoire]

It I write Mask Girl who's with me? Or a least a canon divergent of her before it all spirals to hell, like she still works as a hostess and goes back to steaming and 🔪