#roleplaying plots and stuff

[francisbonnefoyforreal]

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.... Guess who just got HIT BY A FUCKING BUS. I am. At the hospital rn.

[lillandyrshadowglade]

Ghost Requiem

TW: blood

The moon rose high over the Ghostlands as something slowly crashed its way through bramble and thorn, snapping twigs as it came closer to what its mistress sought. Eyeless, the gigantic, swollen maggot slithered and writhed over the ground of the lands belonging to House Shadowglade. 

HER lands. By birth, blood and right. 

Sitting astride the yellow, bloated back of the plague maggot was the Blood Saint, the Sanguine Paramour, Countess Nycassia Shadowglade. Her long, curling lurid red hair whipped in the wind like a crimson battle flag. Half lidded eyes that caught the meager light and refracted back red and shifting green in the pupils surveyed what remained of her family’s estate. 

Her elegant, long-fingered hand, every digit glittering with rings, splayed over the back of her sweet captive who whimpered and mewled for mercy. She had languidly fed on the pathetic girl for her entire journey. But that journey was now at its end. 

“When you beg for mercy, Poppet, you beg for death,” she said in a dulcet murmur, words honeyed venom. “Ask again and I shall deliver you to it…violently.” 

The procession of the Blood Saint trailed behind her, shambling undead dressed in red silk, golden masks shaped into lovely, worshipful visages. Golden chains linked them, her thralls, and they carried staves laden with little bells. Some of the undead trilled on flutes. She came with a great cacophony of trumpets and bells.

Before her marched the Hollow Sons, Echo and Silence, her Death Knight guards. Behind these grim, towering behemoths were the trumpet and cymbal players in red and gold, beautiful maidens chosen for their loveliness, plucked blossoms preserved in undeath. To the sides of this grand procession were the standard bearers that carried the heraldry of her once great house. The banner of House Shadowglade was a black, twisted leafless tree with grasping branches on a field of blood red. 

Other thralls carried censors spilling gray, ribboned incense smoke, the chopal and dragon’s blood mixing with the rank stench of blood and undeath and petrichor. Lamenters wept for the fate of their fair lady as they threw rose petals to litter her path. 

When Nycassia saw the jagged ruin of Manor Shadowglade, she raised her slender arms. “Now returns the Lady of this great house unmourned,” she said, “your wayward daughter is here to claim and raise to glory once more. In blood and devotion!”

”In blood and devotion!” Her procession echoed in a cacophony of twisted whispers and cries. 

Echo and Silence took her captive, holding the trembling girl upright, each knight grasping an arm in icy grip. Nycassia stepped on the back of a thrall to lower herself gracefully to the ground, curved dagger in hand. Black silk whispered around her slim ankles as she glided over the ground to trail her fingers along the girl’s jaw made wet by tears.

”Please!” The girl begged. Uselessly.

Nycassia smiled at her, softly, sweetly then yanked her head back by her tangled, dark hair. She swiftly slashed her throat and her blood fed the soil. 

“The first of many necessary sacrifices,” Nycassia said with no regret in her voice. 

When she walked the familiar ground of her childhood and the happiest, golden days of her youth, Nycassia did not feel the sweet pain of nostalgia or longing for a life cut short. She did not weep for the sisters taken violently to the grave. Or the mother thrown from the tallest window. Or the father torn to pieces by what she now was. These things were tears in the rain and sighs in the wind. They no longer held meaning. 

She surveyed the fallow land and the one, crumbling scorch stained remaining wall of her former home with serene certainty. All the ghosts that lingered there fled her malevolent presence and sank gratefully back into their forgotten tombs within the surly embrace of the bones of the earth. 

Her thralls contorted and piled themselves on top of each other like sideshow acrobats to form her a throne of themselves for her to sit as she silently called to any undead that mindlessly roamed. She called them home to her blessed embrace where they could serve a great purpose. Hers. 

art by Tom Bagshaw

[thegreatyin]

honestly part of the reason i've been really looking forward to finally playing light fingers (aside from the obvious horrors and whatnot) is because it, alongside bag a legend, contains a Choice™ i to this day am Extremely Torn About Making. like i've known for ages that the Choice™ exists in this ambition and STILL i am undecided about it. this Choice™ is of course. well. let's just say that by the time this ambition ends, caeru may not be the only catboy around town

[inquireanerdyberd]

Dark swallows all when the lights turn off, leaving the lone bluebird to retreat into the solace of a phone to illuminate the empty room. Closing down for the night-- an all too familiar task. After that strange dream he had, he thought it refreshing to return to his routine, only to have his headspace assaulted with unanswered questions and odd... feelings. Feelings of distant whimsy, feelings of warmth, feelings of dread. None of what happened was real! So why was his arm still asleep?

The dull light of the moon greets him on his way out the door, allowing Berdly to pocket his device and replace it with a key. The key to his haven of books, to be locked away until the morrow. A sigh leaves his beak. Why must his energy run low before the walk home? A frown curls as he steels himself for his next adventure when a voice calls to him from the depths of the blackened room behind him.

With a ruffle of his feathers and a brief halt of his heart, he flicks his head back,

*Who goes there?!

No movement, but a cold grip tightening around his shoulder.

*Am I hearing things...? I could've sworn it mentioned... Queen?

@pipissalesman1997

[angelsofsmalld3ath]

open too: M!21+

plot: idk matt and y/m fucked last night and now matt is having trouble sitting properly(whether that be from a spanking or smth else is up to you), so no plot.

connection’s: boyfriend, fwb, one night stand, anything really just no incest.

who: matthew miller, late twenties, homosexual, bottom, switch, veterinarian

dont like my starter unless were mutual’s and you plan to reply.

matt whinced as he sat down, shotting a glare at the man sitting across from him. “shut the fuck up.” the blonde spat. “you are the reason my ass hurts right now.”

[original-bookshelf]

*chucks imp! Ella at you at high velocity*

*throws imp! Lou back at you violently in the same picrew style*

[voicelessbee]

『 🍎 』

▄︻デ𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧══━一

『 🍎 』

♤ hiii!! I’m Luc :DD I’m a literate roleplayer who has 6+ years of experience! I’m looking for someone who’s semi-lit and above (maybe even advanced to give myself a challenge to mirror it!) one liners will be ignored </3 I have no triggers at all and love LOVE angst! I am willing to do NSFW as a bottom/power bottom. Looking for a long term rp partner who’s okay with talking ooc!

『 🍎 』

▄︻デ𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲══━一

『 🍎 』

♤ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (bold is who id like to play

Alastor x Vox

Alastor x Angeldust

Alastor x Lucifer

Vox x Valentino

Angeldust x Valentino

Angeldust x Husk

Husk x Alastor

Lucifer x Adam

『 🍎 』

♤ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬

Smut

Angst

Fluff

Drama

Romance

『 🍎 』

♤ 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

♤ 𝐃𝐨𝐬

Use “___” when you’re characters talking

Think of a plot with me! <3

Tell me your headcanons!!

Understand I can’t reply ASAP 24/7

talk with me oorp!

♤ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐬

Spam me to reply (spam for anything else is fine)

Lie about your age

Control my character

Illegal/incest ships. I know it’s hell, but it’s still nasty

Play god

『 🍎 』

♤ 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬

Lucifer

Alastor

Vox

Angeldust

Husk

Dm me if interested!!

[bumblingapocalypse]

Awaiting Transmission...

The screen blinks before Sari's face returns, her upper face still covered by a blue visor but there were some flecks of red on it and her face. She was pouting. Behind her was a nondescript wall.

"Aw, nothing yet? Hm, well it has just been a few hours. So I guess that's fine!" Absentmindedly, she wipes the droplets of red liquid off her face with her gloved hands. "I'll just keep sending out these transmissions until someone shows up!" She grins at the camera, setting it somewhere and stepping back.

She wore a thick, orange and yellow parka with equally thick pants and black snow shoes. The hood of the parka was down, a suspicious red blotch was staining the fur collar.

"Alright, I know I said it before, but hello! Whoever's watching this! My name's Sari! I'm currently thirteen years old and I live with my big brother Bumblebee." She introduced, smiling widely. "He's the coolest! He takes care of me and keeps me safe! Sometimes too safe though, I mean, I get it and all but I kind of wish he'd let me do more y'know?" She sighs with frustration, hands on her hips.

"At least he's been taking me more on his hunts! He still won't let me skin and prepare the stuff we get. Just makes me forage for stuff or like, scavenge downed Mutabots! It's not fair!" Sari whined, crossing her arms. "I bet the other kids get to do it! Hmph, stupid Bee..."

Her pout softens and she sighs, "I just want to help him..."

For a moment she's silent before she steps back towards the camera, picking it up. "Whoever gets this transmission... I hope you're Bee's friends, the guys he talks about from time to time. I know all about you y'know? I know your names. Optimus Prime, Bulkhead, Ratchet, Prowl... He misses you guys."

Sari adjusted the camera, a smile back on her face. "And I wanna meet you all too! So, if it's you guys watching this, then please! Transmit something back! Let Bee know you're all okay!"

A voice comes from the distance, "Sari! Dinner's ready!"

Sari looked away from the camera, "Coming!" She looks back, "I have to go. Bye!"

The screen turns black.

[ASK BOX IS OPEN FOR TRANSMISSION]

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[gigantic-spider]

Itchmas 2024 Days 5 + 6

Hope springs eternal that I'll actually start doing these daily, but I'm contenting myself with doing them at all!

Day 5 - plot ARMOR by Orion D Black

This is not the first TTRPG, nor the first indie TTRPG, I ever played, but it was probably the one that really cracked it all open for me. Although a pretty simple solo journaling game, something about it just worked for me, and shortly after playing it I found myself with a fully fleshed out world of mechas named after Greek mythology, space pirates, and a pilot trying to figure out their strange connection to their mecha.

The game itself is spare, only a cover page and a single page of rules, but those rules primed me for some serious creativity. The central premise is that you're a mecha pilot who will die at the end of a 24/32-episode anime, and the primary mechanic of the game has you roll a d6 to determine how many episodes further into the show you proceed. You start on episode 1, journal what happens to you, then jump forward by however much you roll on a d6. You could finish the whole game in 4-6 rolls if you got (un)lucky, but on average you're looking at something more like 7-9 rolls. This kind of sporadic progress through the artificial arc of a set episode count really challenges your ability to fill in the blanks in between what you explicitly see/write, which was something that I really enjoyed about it.

If I have any criticism of the game, it's that it really relies on you already knowing the tropes of mecha anime since its framework is so spare and simple. It certainly made it a little difficult for me, someone who isn't super well-versed in the genre, but solo journaling games like this have helped me start to let go of the idea that things have to be 'correct' or 'perfect' or even 'all that good' for me to still get enjoyment out of them. I salute you, plot ARMOR, for your service to the hobby.

Day 6 - Slayers by Spencer Campbell (Gila RPGs)

If plot ARMOR was the game that really got me into journaling games/indie TTRPGs in general, Slayers was the game that made me feel like I could design them.

This game of hunting monsters in a cursed and ever-expanding city has a deceptively simple mechanic at its core: rolling a 4 or greater on a die counts as a success. With this powerful engine at its core, it can iterate almost endlessly to create mechanically distinct classes with asymmetrical ways of approaching the game. As a lover of asymmetric board games, this was immediately appealing to me and got me thinking right away about what kind of classes I could make for it.

These several years later I still have yet to actually finish designing those classes, but the core appeal of the game remains. Every aspiring TTRPG designer looking to make action-packed quick-paced games should check out Slayers (and the rest of Spencer's games tbh).

[unladielike]

Oh yeah, Vivian's birthday (April 20) is coming up soon! But ehhh, to be honest, I don't really feel like doing anything special to celebrate the occasion or acknowledge she has grown a year older, because I feel like she has become less and less relevant as time goes by and more muns move on? Plus, her interactions have honestly taken a dip too compared to previous years and I also haven't really gone out of my way to make her socialize all that much this year, so a part of me is like, 'What if nobody actually cares anymore?'

Still, if any muses would like to wish her a happy birthday, do feel free to send me asks and I'll proceed to answer them! Don't force yourself to do so, though, especially because I'm aware not everyone would be comfortable going the pre-established route and throwing their muses at her.

[dullahandyke]

and like sidenote if i can make a post with a target audience of zero. i feel like fhsy was to d20 what aa3 was to ace attorney but aa3 pulled it off better for reasons i cannot explain

[kneel-to-seto-kaiba]

((Crack post))

In his little wagon, he writes his Christmas letter to God. Santa was next, that bastard. Over 3000 Mach on that sleigh, and he can’t drop a booster pack to children without parents? Pathetic! That was possible at supersonic speed! (Coincidentally, the same speed as his blue eyes jet.) He furrows his brow in concentration while scribbling:

“God, this is a notice of termination effective immediately. I declare you and your lazy work ethic— invalid. The developers on your team don’t know how to fix world-breaking bugs, like war, while introducing user-favorites like peace, justice, security, and freedom. I’m going to replace you. Oh wait, I already have.”

(Tag ur muse in the comments if they would be pulling the douche wagon)

[wordpress-blaze-63194361]

When Drag Queens Were King

With the conflicts about LGBTQIA+, it is fascinating to look back at the history of gays in American history. Once, not only accepted but widely celebrated, drag was a prominent face in the entertainment industry.

During the Shakespearean period, in the late 16th century and early 17th century, women were not permitted to perform on the stage. Men played the female roles. While this wasn’t exactly “drag”, it’s possible gay men took advantage of the opportunity to express their feminine sides.

Originally, drag was not only applied to men performing while dressed as women but, any performer dressed in costumes other than their own gender. In fact, the first recorded drag contest and “ball” in America took place in 1867! Men and women performed in Harlem, New York. There were drag queens and drag kings. Notable during the 1880’s and 1890’s was William Dorsey Swann. Known as the Queen of Drag, Dorsey was more than just a drag queen. An African American, born into slavery, was known for holding secret drag balls. The “Queen of Drag”, Swann, is believed to be the first person in the United States to lead a gay resistance. He held secret drag balls in Washington, DC. One part of the drag balls included a competition known as a “cakewalk”, originally held on plantations by slaves. Couples would dance in precise steps and formation. It is believed to have been a way to subtly make fun of the formal white dances pre and post emancipation. As dance contests, the winners were awarded with cakes!

The Jazz Age (from 1920 - early 1930’s) in large cities like New York, Chicago, and San Francisco saw the popularity of drag performers rise. Minstrel shows, vaudeville, and burlesque provided drag entertainment. Unlike many drag performers, Jean (Gene) Malin was not trying to impersonate a woman. During Prohibition, the days of the “pansy craze”, Malin was openly gay and proud of it. Described as flamboyant and effeminate, he entertained audiences with a wonderful sense of humor. At six feet tall and two hundred pounds, Malin had a lisp that delighted his fans. He was capable of defending himself when needed. He performed in high end nightclubs and was featured in films and on Broadway.

In 1920 Drag Balls and contests were so popular they were even represented in film. Men were referred to as “pansies” or “sissies” and were often portrayed as clothing designers or tailors, hairdressers, or choreographers and dancers. Flamboyant and effeminate, they added humor to films. Women were portrayed as more masculine and dressed in male fashions.

There were actors and actresses who were known to be homosexual, if not to the general public, usually within their professional circles. In 1930’s, Marlene Dietrich, who made no secret of her bisexuality, had the first passionate same sex kiss in a film. However, that wasn’t the first same sex kiss in film. In 1922, Cecil B. DeMille directed a silent movie l, “Manslaughter”, that included an orgy. Although the first same sex kiss has been attributed to the later film, “Wings” in 1927, it was the earlier silent movie that broke the mold.

Drag has once again become popular in America with shows like RuPaul’s Drag Race. On the other hand, the country is in turmoil. The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer/Questioning, Intersex, Asexual+ (LGBTQIA+) community is already beginning to feel the change in the air, from the White House to every house, apartment, mobile home, hotel, or tent. The president has already signed several executive orders that will negatively impact LGBTQIA+ communities across the country. We can’t allow America to return to days of the Hays Code. We’ve too far to allow it to slip away.

Source: When Drag Queens Were King

[sewing-elven-maid]

((OOC: I am going to be really honest, I am now kind of craving for Molinde to interact with a Third Age/Fourth Age Maglor and see what happens. I think it would be so so good!))

[lookingforrppartnersblog]

I rewatched Purple Hearts 💜 and I’m dying to do a plot based on that story! Something like:

Determined to break away from the family business and stand on her own, she found starting a career in a big city more challenging than she expected. Financial problems soon followed. Though she could have asked her family for help, she wanted to be independent. Then he appeared. They met through mutual friends, and she didn't like him at first due to their differences. But he turned out to be the solution to her problems, or rather, marriage to him. He also had issues that forced him into marriage. They can't tell anyone the truth and must keep pretending. There's plenty of angst, arguments, and drama, but also moments when they start to realize they care about each other.

Give me text message threads, letters, phone calls between characters… I love sending gifs, playlists, pics - just everything that will keep our muse going! I also value OOC! 💜

A few things:

I roleplay solely on discord (and I use tupper!)

I prefer to be a female in this plot (currently I don’t double up - I’m sorry) + bonus points if your OC will have Nicholas Galitzine’s fc

I’m female, she/her, 25+ so please be 18+ (I don’t roleplay with minors)

Disclaimer! Do not interact if you’re looking for smut - I prefer to focus on character development especially in this story and not smut.

[decadentias]

"CAN YOU TRY HARDER AND pretend that you actually like me?" It was all just for show. They had to convince people that they were the picture perfect couple. Despite loathing each other, they had both decided that going through this marriage would benefit them. "It's our engagement party. Put your best foot forward."

open to: f / nb | they're both going through marriage for convenience. it's their engagement party and she's acting out (set in a modern day)

[insertpinkchiphere]

//Alright. Who's biting the bullet and sitting through Lambda going over his extensive notes he's taken for roleplay scenarios he would be into?