#the descent rp

[prpfs]

So sorry! Forgot the emoji!!

❤️ GENRES AND TROPES

✱ — angst.

✱ — war.

✱ — romance.

✱ — horror.

✱ — mystery.

✱ — religious themes.

✱ — forbidden love.

✱ — supernatural.

✱ — historic & alternate worlds.

✱ — aliens.

✱ — fantasy.

✱ — post apocalyptic.

✱ — trauma.

✱ — lgbt+

FANDOMS

✱ — the hunger games

✱ — star trek

✱ — avatar: the last airbender

✱ — twilight

✱ — marvel (focusing on the black widow program)

✱ — john wick

✱ — the 100 (focusing on the grounders)

✱ — game of thrones

✱ — scandal

✱ — criminal minds

✱ — alien v. predators

✱ — resident evil

✱ — harry potter

✱ — oitnb or wentworth

✱ — sons of anarchy

✱ — the cabin in the woods

✱ — the descent

✱ — until dawn

✱ — call of duty

✱ — assassin's creed

✱ — vampire academy

✱ — squid games

✱ — hannibal

✱ — underworld

✱ — fallout

✱ — the wilds

✱ — i also have a ton of original ideas.

REQUIREMENTS

✱ — 21 & older. (writer & characters)* — i'm 28 years old, please do not attempt to message me if you're under the age requirement.

✱ — novella / lit. / adv lit.* — i require a writing sample. i put a lot of effort into my writing and i'd like the same as well.

✱ — voice any concerns / hiatuses.*

✱ — socialize.* — i enjoy getting to know the people i create stories with, if it isn't too much to ask then allow me to understand who you are.

✱ — experienced.* — i'd prefer not to roleplay with anyone who's inexperienced.

✱ — long term partner.*

✱ — realistic fc / description.*

PREFERENCES

✱ — mature / melancholic themes.

✱ — preferably not have a ton of triggers, but please don't be weird.

PAIRINGS

✱ — F x F (preferred)

✱ — M x F

ABOUT

✱ — cst timezone.

✱ — talkative after warming up, prefer making lasting friends. i have people i'm friends with for years and have movie nights with etc.

✱ — i'm huge on all kinds of music and pinterest.

✱ — if i'm not responding it's perfectly fine to double text / ping me

✱ — i work from home so my schedule is frequently open, unless i state otherwise to you. (if you don't have a lot of time on your hands please don't message me < 3)

CONTACT

if my post has caught your eye, then don't be afraid to send me a friend request, you can come to me with a plot / setting in mind or we can discuss one amongst ourselves. please inform me of your age, name, pronouns and triggers once you do. also, a writing sample is required.

give a like and anon will get back to you

[findroleplay]

Hello everyone, I am looking for a few fandoms! Some are very niche! I am open to canon divergence, alternate universes, or making our own universe based off basics from the fandom! I am also looking for some original plots based on some vibes/themes listed below. I require a writing sample! I am looking for advanced novella (discord limit at least 2x please, acceptable grammar, etc). All writers and characters will be 18+! I do prefer FxF but MxF is okay if the characters mesh well together! I DO NOT double, other than that I have no requirements, no triggers, etc. Characters I write as are listed first, followed by who I ship them with!

Fandoms:

1. Harry Potter:

Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle, Harry Potter.

Narcissa Black x Lily Evans, Alice Longbottom

2. Avatar: The Last Airbender

Princess Azula x Sokka, Suki, Katara, Aang.

3. John Wick

John Wick x Female OC

Male/Female OC x Male/Female OC

4. (Horror): The Perfection, Prom Night, The Descent, Cabin In The Woods, etc.

Male/Female OC x Male/Female OC

5. Resident Evil

Sheva Alomar x Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine

Jill Valentine x Chris Redfield, Carlos Olivera, Claire Redfield

Rain Ocampo x Alice Abernathy

Leon Kennedy x Ada Wong

Male/Female OC x Male/Female OC

6. Disney's Holes

Female OC x Female OC

7. Twilight

Rose x Leah, Bella

Male/Female OC x Male/Female OC

8. Game of Thrones

Dothraki Male/Female OC x Male/Female OC

9. Narnia

Susan Pevensie x Female OC

Other Fandoms, Inspiration/Vibes: Harper's Island, Yellow Jackets, The Wilds, The 100, Star Trek, Star Wars, Prisoners, Novitiate, Lost and Delirious, Disobedience, Brokeback Mountain, The Covenant, etc.

Original Plot

Vibes/Themes:

Religion, Religious trauma, Angst, Horror, Psychological Horror, Enemies to Lovers, Childhood best friends to lovers, Opposites Attract, Modern, Supernatural, Euphoria Vibes, etc.

Honestly, anything dark and icky and cute and sweet, something interesting that has a lot of plot development, character development, lots of angst, fluff, soulmates! :)

Hope to hear from you! Please like or send a writing sample and what you're interested in to azula#8183 on discord!

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[pearl-pokemon]

Hey wouldn't it be cool if there were more pokemon patterns? Like, spotted vs. striped Arcanines or something?

Actually ignore that.

There are.

[thinkingabout-girls]

today two of my friends were telling me the long and frankly batshit insane storyline of their improv discord rp tilted “doctors office” and the entire thing was so unbelievably fever dream-esque that by the end of it two people were on the ground laughing so hard they couldn’t breathe and i actually got kicked out of front for the second half of the story

[networkloved]

pls like this if you're interested in a one line starter

[the-real-gloria-galarian]

HELP [a video is attached. it begins with the camera's view looking up at one of the petals on the Wyndon Stadium's outer shell. standing on the top of it is Victor, who is shaking profusely, but smiling and waving down at the camera. "HOW ARE YOU GOING TO GET DOWN, YA DAFT BLOKE?" Gloria's voice screams out from beside the camera, and Victor's blurry figure, shrugs and sits down on the edge of the "petal".

"can't be arsed to tell me where he's going, then lookie here! better not call for me when he can't get himself down." the comment sounds out, then the video ends with a click.]

[donde-el-diablo-parquea-la-moto]

Foolish is too good for this world.

[twistyprince]

Bad, bad man.

[aurora-stantler-our-historian]

Pacing the minor pause in his demeanor whilst subjecting a glance toward the commotion which was gradually beginning to expire. The leer he caught himself committing easily churned into one excluding approval.

" Well... you can rest assured I had nothing to do with that tragedy. " Siphoned through guided restraint and dissected into a thinner layer of indifference. [ You know me.. still slow, unfortunately. <3 ]

Aurora didn't say anything in response. Her gaze was still fixated on the people writhing on the floor from the previous commotion. Gingerly, she sidestepped out of the way of the mess, her curls, up in a ponytail, bounced against her oversized denim shirt. Caution had been thrown to the wind earlier that night, a small smattering of blood spatter visible on the collar of her shirt; another careless mistake.

Her small silver hoops and necklace caught the glint of the street lamps as she finally turned to face Charlie, the mask of indifference present on her face as she finally answered, "What tragedy? I don't see one."

@wraith-of-christmas-future

[calamxty-a]

                                  —(••÷[ @fallesto​ // 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘬𝘰𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘰]÷••)—

-------- Was it not cruel.

For Muzan to finally have what he sought. After all those years he had finally been given the chance, one that had been taken from him for so long, to finally be able to stand upon his own two feet, not only support himself, but to do so many other things as well.

To run, to climb, to fight, to kill. To walk the land, the land that he owned and do it without support and to be kind enough. Through the act of there passion for one another, to share it with her, to spill just a drop of what he had and share this blessing.

How cruel. It was to know. After countless years of never being together, for it all to come together, to spend all that time, with one another, to just let time blur and to become so lost, that all sense had been thrown to the side. To be comfortable with one another, to just enjoy the moment and make up.

For years wasted and lost. To finally be happy. To be who they once were. There roles had been lies. The one with a weak body was the stronger of the two deep down, and the one who the strong body, had the gentle heart that only wished to care for the other, through it all.

“Muzan-sama.” A slow approach, to kneel down at his side as he rested, the tray placed down. With several cups, with the blood he would crave, different lotions and remedies, to try and treat his injuries that refused to heal. “I have to go, further, but…”

Would this be enough. He was in so much pain. So much hurt and she could not lift it from him. So many sought him out now. A kind and generous lord. Who took the sick and made them stronger. Who sought out those…who were different, like them.

People who the world had forgot about, but he didn’t forget them, he offered them the same as he offered her, a chance to be someone they were meant to be and all he wished for in return, was for them to be his lord.

To know that the sun had done this to him. A mere mistake as they were finally going to go. After months of preparing, making this land his, ensuring he received his families wealth and titles, bringing more into the household to serve and change and to see.

Just how truly strong he was, that a sword, was not needed. A samurai was a relic compared to him. As she would take the wet cloth from the basin and place it onto his head, to pull down the sheets and rest a hand on his chest to stop him from moving as she opened his robes to look at the damage.

“A little, better than yesterday.” As her hands retreated, to take the lotion she had, followed his instructions to the letter to create it as she placed it upon her hands and move, shuffling her knees to be right at his side. “Don’t make this any harder than this has to be, I don’t like having to pin you down when you fight back…”

The pain... was intense. He assumed that when things were better.. they were. But instead, he’d taken too much of a gamble for daring to go into the sun again, hoping things had changed. But instead.. rather than healing, no matter how many he ate... his recovery was more than slow. His greed... was killing him. Or slowly killing him. This illness.. was something he’d brought on himself. But it was still awful and he hadn’t been ill for a very long time.

Half the time he didn’t realize who was tending to him. All he saw was a face with medicine--a face with a needle. A face like his father’s. Though they were never cruel--the person saying them was nice.. he never could believe it. He was so used to things being the other way--so he fought. He bit. He hated them. Sometimes Michikatsu visited him and he asked her to make them leave. To not bother him. He told her how to make a lily balm that soothed his skin when she applied it.

But those moments were few and far between... as lost to the pain as he was.

This time, though..

“Michikatsu-chan..?” His voice was a rasp. “Michikatsu-chan..?”

He reached for her. He felt wretched--as if he died and was brought back to life... or left to fry in a pan of oil... or as if he were nearly killed. All of which were apt to describe the type of pain he was in. And he hated it. He almost would rather take the choking.. well, maybe not. At least breathing was easy. It may have hurt, but he didn’t feel as if he had crushed glass in his lungs.

“Don’t leave me. Put the paste on-- but-- you-- have been doing this?” He looked at her as if he were betrayed. “Michikatsu-chan..”

But he understood why. He was too far gone, in too much pain and it was required. But he thought.. he thought she would-- there wasn’t really any other option. Only this. He sighed and closed his eyes. “Better to get it done and over with. But I expect to be held afterwards.” It was a grumble. An almost petulant pout. He knew that he couldn’t get better without Michikatsu--who at least did a good job at mixing the concoctions he’d managed to tell her when he was in the moment.

His experiments were good for something.

“Be careful.. this talk of pinning me down is going to give me ideas,” it was his idea of a joke. “And as a patient, I’m not supposed to have those.”

[pearl-pokemon]

//WOW an actual story post!

Look at Mirai! :)

[lorebled]

    rhaeyar valdarys: asoiaf original character featured on @lorebled.

[criticalqt]

How our battle with goupy gum monsters in the River Styx went.

Lilliel 4th in initiative and we're fighting a mob of 8: I'm gonna give Zoila a bardic! There's so many! Zoila kick their butts!

Zoila: Ok, imma do a spirit shroud (They look like little jellyfish lights floating around me and they give me an extra D8 on damage.) AND let's do a channel divinity! (Zoila shows her shield and a flash of light consumes the entire bay and she wipes out all the monsters in one go.) DM: Well.....

Me: Zoila is gonna turn around and give Lilliel a thumbs up and says, "Look! I kicked their butts!"

Lilliel: *stunned for a second* OH HECK YEAH I GIVE YOU TWO THUMBS UP! DM:.... You killed them all..... Freakin' clerics man....

[deathdefilcd]

tags? tags!

[monpalace]

every now and again i remember s'ava used to be lightskinned.

[crushed-ice]

Fun fact!!

Grusha speaks many languages despite barely speaking! He only knows Paldean Sign Language, but he can read write and speak:

English (Second language, speaks it better than Spanish at this point)

Japanese (Same as English, like Japanese version and English version y'know?)

French (Partially)

Spanish (First language)

Italian (Of Italian descent, Grandmother taught him Italian)

Romanian (Got bored and learned it for fun)

Mandarin (reading and writing only)

Arabic (reading and writing only)

Alright lemme explain. Grusha gets lonely on Glaseado. After the Initial group of challengers face his gym, that's basically it. He spends a lot of time learning languages for fun, he is fascinated by language. He grew up speaking Spanish bc (in my lore) Paldea speaks half Spanish half English and Grusha just happened to be born into a Spanish speaking family. After his parents left, he lived with his grandma and nobody else. She spoke little Spanish and even less English, but spoke fluent Italian because she was an immigrant. Grusha learned English to communicate easier with the other kids in his class, as he had been enrolled in a school that by total coincidence had very few Spanish speakers. He grew up trilingual.

Speaking Italian around his grandma, Spanish around other Paldeans, and English at school. Sometimes he'll fully forget words in any of those three languages and use words from different ones (Ex. Speaking full English and then saying "triste" instead of sad mid-sentence only to return right back to English). He speaks English most fluently as he spent most of his childhood at school, and despite most of his family being Spanish it is his worst language out of the main three. His skills in order of fluency are as follows:

Paldean Sign Language

English/Japanese

Italian

Spanish

Romanian

French

Mandarin

Arabic

He just started learning Arabic in hopes to read new books and learn different histories in places that spoke Arabic, so his Arabic is nowhere near as good as the rest. He only learned Mandarin to visit certain places and still be able to order things on menu's.