#~rp thread

[thethreefaes]

“I’ve helped Ash preen his wings.” That made Lyra blush bright. When not family, preening another’s wings is a big step in courting. The trust to let someone outside your clan circle touch your wings was a huge deal.

“For his, we use a light oil to coat his wings. It keeps them hydrated and makes it easier for old scales to shed. Water works too. It’s mostly to keep your wings smooth and wound free.” She was sure that keeping his wings strong would be easy. Hiccup had been taking care of Toothless’s wings for so long, this would be like second nature to him.

Her brother’s quick dismissing of the court and confidence in their heart mates had Lyra feeling light. They both would be okay. Their loved ones were there to help. Though, when he commented about if he was still human, Lyra stumbled over her words.

“W-what?! Of course not! You’re smart! And a skilled fighter! Of course you wouldn’t have-“ her voice filtered as she caught on. “Oh. Right. I see.” She looked down at the ground embarrassed but there was a smile on her lips. She listened and moved closer to her brother as he spoke.

“Thank you. For reminding me.” She has never been useless in her brother’s eyes. And while she was much better than before, Lyra appreciated that he reminded her when she slipped.

Curling up on the grass she watched his wings unfurl. Her smile bright as he let them lift him a bit as he flapped.

“Well, it’s part excitement but mostly curiosity. See… even though my magic increases my senses, as you can tell.” Lyra giggled. “It also dampens a lot. Like pain and going dormant if it gets too cold. So sometimes I feel like I’m… not as in touch with you or those I heal.” Of course she wasn’t ignorant of her patient’s pain. She knew they were hurting but… never really how bad.

“The only time I’ve felt pain. Lasting pain. Was when I was captured. Even the scrapes on my hands from my little adventure were only stinging. Nothing like when I fell today! Today hurt! It… it helps put things in perspective for me.” Lyra plucked a flower and played with it as she spoke. Looking up at her brother she wrinkled her nose.

“Does that make sense? I mean. I don’t want to get hurt. But feeling the world like everyone else in Berk.. like you. It’s… nice.”

@dragonmasterhiccup

Púca mischief and magic switch (closed starter)

The house was coming along great. Ash balanced on the roof as he laid the boards. His brothers were around him helping with the building’s exterior. Ash had chosen a piece of land more towards the outside of the Viking village but an easy walk to the chief’s hut. And a much easy walk for the people to get to Lyra than Gothi’s hut. Ash’s chest warmed at the thought. Lyra would be the main village healer one day. A high honor.

“Hey! Stop day dreaming lover boy.” His eldest brother, Talon, nudged him. With an eye roll he got back to work. His other two brothers, Finn and Rhys, had returned through his circle carrying carpets and more wood for the roof. Soon they’d be able to work on the inside.

“Hey! Dad needs all of us back for a meeting! That means you too, Ashy! We’ll come back after.” That… was annoying. But fae councils were serious if all the court was needed. The two hopped off the roof with help from their magic.

Little did they know that a púca had snuck its way through the open circle. Taking the form of a wolf at first it snuck into the forest. Watching the faes work. The creature waited for the perfect time to cause trouble. As the brothers left through the circle they closed it. The púca changed shape again. A black cat with gold eyes stalked into the village. The feline making its way towards the next grouping of magic.

Lyra and Hiccup came into view. Looks like the two had been heading towards the new home. The púca could feel the power surrounding her. With a purr the cat rubbed up against her leg, causing her to stop.

“Aw, look at you! You’re so pretty.” Lyra picked the cat up and cradled it in her arms.

“Do you know who he belongs to, Hiccup? I don’t think I’ve seen this one around before.” She turned so her brother could pet the cat too. But as soon as Hiccup’s hand made contact with the sleek fur both he and Lyra were struck with pain like being struck by lightning. Lyra fell to her knees as the waves of electric shock went through her limbs. The cat jumping away and shifting into a more goblin like form. It cackled at the two in pain before running off.

As the agony faded away, Lyra found herself shaking. Her body felt heavy and tired and… sore? She blinked in confusion. The earth was oddly silent too. She… she couldn’t sense the magic around her anymore! Wait.. Hiccup! Hiccup was hurt too!

“Hiccup? Are you okay?” She’d worry about herself after. That… thing had zapped her brother.

[the-legendary-tele]

(Hey so I’m a Hephaestus role player and I may or may not have gotten told to try to rp with you too no pressure if you don’t wanna tho)

Hephaestus goes to Ithaca to relax after a long day. After all he was told this place was amazing and as he sits down on the beach he looks over to see if anyone is around and he happens to see Telemachus so he aptly looks confused and decides to ignore the mortal unless they engage with him first

@the-god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes

((I’m always up to rp with new friends! Welcome!))

Telemachus had gotten out of the palace and was enjoying a day out in the sun. The waves on the beach relaxing. He knew his father was still nervous about the ocean but Tele enjoyed the beach.

Telemachus then realized he wasn’t the only one enjoying the sand. The man looked familiar. It pulled at the back of his mind as he got closer. Then realization hit him. He’d seen paintings and sculptures of this man. No. Not man. God.

“Lord Hephaestus?!” He hadn’t meant to yell but the shock caught him off guard.

@god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes

[melancholicmoonlight]

It's been a few weeks since Jameson mauled Reid, hahaha. When he finally pulls himself out of the bed at Scarletts Inn, he finds himself much too tired and achy to do whatever sort've job she's going to ask of him today.

Jameson pulls his legs over the side of his bed and sits there a moment, his palms pressed over his eyes. After a few seconds like that, he finally stands and gets dressed, stomping into his boots and leaving the room.

He makes his way to the counter to look for Scarlett, rubbing his eye. He looks kind of haggard, and to be quite frank, he looks like he’s sick. “What was it you wanted me to do, again?”

[thethreefaes]

“You don’t have to thank us for that. That’s like… thanking us for hugging you!” Lyra giggled, “it’s what family does.”

When Hiccup pulled them back into the hug, Kia let her wings fade away and gave her own little hug to the group. Open affection was… difficult. But she found she liked it.

“Alright. Let’s go get our thorn and celebrate.” Kiara stepped away and cleared her throat before she got emotional. Lyra held Hiccup’s hand, all but pulling him forward.

“I’m going to weave a tapestry of you and the court! You looked so cool!” Whatever had been weighing on her mind seemed to have past. No more high faes staring at her. No more fear of being taken away. She was giddy!

Getting to the hut Kia opened the door only to stop and cross her arms. Laying on the floor in the middle of the room was a large fox. Kiara sighed heavily as Lyra giggled.

“Are you serious?! You couldn’t nap like a human?” Kiara walked around Rose as Lyra dove onto her and hugged her. The two play fighting as the others entered their home. Rose escaping Lyra to jump on Hiccup and then Astrid. Knocking them into each other. Her tail wrapping around them to keep them from falling.

“I napped but then I got bored! So I’ve just been trying to relax. But-“ she made a loud yipping sound in excitement. Altair growling annoyed at the same time Kia covered her ears.

“You used so much magic to show off. I’m surprised that’s all you needed to regain it. I only grew the willow and I still feel drained.” Lyra giggled as Rose wrapped around her.

“Only grew a willow she says.” Rose mocks and nuzzles her.

“Okay! Let’s get this party going! I bet I could steal us some real good wine or mead!” Rose finally shifted back to normal, though she was still holding Lyra.

The Berk Clan @thethreefaes

Since that day in Kiara's circle, some time had passed.

Things were going well. The additions to Lyra's hut had been completed, and she was steadily recovering.

Hiccup was excited to show Rose all of his creations, and had already begun work on fae-friendly iron.

Today, they were in the forge again. Gobber had left, telling Hiccup, "If the forge blows up, I'm holding you responsible!"

There was ash smudged on Hiccup's cheek and leather apron as he bent over to get a closer look at what they were working on.

"Do you think it's strong enough? I just, I get the feeling it wouldn't hold up a Terrible Terror, let alone a person..."

[lieutenantozar]

Hills turning to mountains

|| @cyberghost-scout beginning operation—

Vallium twelve had been as warm as it usually was. Scorching temperatures and even worse humidity plaguing those who took refugee there, but something the locals were accustomed to, something that those sheltering there or working vaguely took in with envy. The shade barely keeping most cooled for the work and time with the sun raised in the sky. The wind barely keeping most standing and smaller annoyances away.

So to have someone wondering around and rushing about with a long, heavy, and dark, trench-coat was something to gaze upon. The movements not being slowed by the heat or its rays of the raging sun. Barely putting a dent into the rhythm the lieutenant kept up as he moved boxes and supplies to different points. The few lucky enough to be just as unbothered hadn’t adored any clothing close to what he had worn. And those who choose to do so now regretting such motives as they were recovering from the sickness now plaguing them. Though even than their work was picked up by the seemingly unbothered few.

But now it was his break.

Ozar had been moving his little courting gift as he had some brief time to spare before picking up another load. Though was now attempting to fight through a few of the heavier framed soldiers he oversaw for his neatly boxed gift. Currently tossing one over his left shoulder and ducking under another few. Clearly annoyed at their little antics as he began to rush at his right-hand man. Not that he could have helped with his relationship with his courtie hidden for much longer. He already knew time was coming short, including with the next steps for courtship. Though he had hoped that it was on better terms and more sensible terms.

[alburnusgecko]

@dr-octayve @mr-rey-of-sunshine @intern-ko

*gecko knocks on the daycare door* hello? Is anyone here? Me and Dr Octayve figured out how to reverse the de-aging gun!

[gfthe-fearsome-foursome]

*magic anon time! Stan and Ford are wearing their old man outfits from Canon*

"Haha! This ain't so bad!"

"Huh?? Where did these clothes even come from???"

[the-legendary-tele]

“Oh really?” Telemachus mimics pulling at a beard he does not have. Simply copying the action he’d seen his father do as he thought.

“Now that sounds just like the kind of trouble- I mean, eventful day we need.” He grins back at his father. If there was one thing Telemachus was always on board for, it was tormenting anyone that messed with his mother.

Having his father there to help just made it all the better.

“How shall we greet these, powerful men, father? We must give a good first impression.” Like father like son. The grin was turning more mischievous as they spoke.

Telemachus’ eyes shine at the prospect.

“See! That’s why I don’t mind sharing my thoughts with you!” He laughed. “You always add to them!” Leaning down he lowered his voice. Looking around to play up the planning.

“So what to you have in mind, old man?”

[thethreefaes]

@dragonmasterhiccup

Flinging the bag over his shoulder, Ash stepped through the Veil and into the fae circle on Berk. It had gone through some changes as the years passed. Still an eternal spring but with a river and large willow now. A new and smaller crystal table set up for when they had meetings. He chuckled looking at the willow and thinking back to that fateful day.

Hiding his wings and gold markings on his face and arms, the dragain fae looked human as he left the ring. The young man still couldn’t get over the size of the Viking village and all the energy that radiated from it. After the huge party following the chief’s wedding, he was surprised the human and dragons had any energy. He grinned thinking of how his father was still recovering. Dodging around the locals he made his way to the Great Hall. The Vikings recognizing him as a friend and letting him through.

“Your clan shines bright, Chief!” Ash greeted and leaned against the table. Setting his bag down at his feet.

“I brought some new sketches and notes for your book. We discovered a smaller species of silver frosts. Fast little buggers too.” Laughing he rummaged through the bag and pulled out a pouch.

“And got some scales too. Figured you’d like to see. They’re a lot more iridescent than Altair’s.”

[cyberghost-scout]

A little mead with a plea

@lieutenantozar

(>:3)

Four were perched in a little seating inside a busy bar. There was a multitude of species and merriment. Some were getting drinks, and some were watching the people get drunk with games and all. While the youngest to drink were just hanging out and having snacks.

"Remind me again, why were we here again?" Phantasma drawled, her mouth puffing away the strand of hair as she leaned forward at the table. Of course, the group decided to try to lay low, haloforms. but smartly in travel gear to cover some suspicion.

"Because I miss being in a bar once in a while...missing those idiots," Fedelis answered, the largest and only old man as he fixed his covering after placing his beverage down. "You could have waited, Fed." The golden femme said, before leaning back in her seat, craning her neck to her little sister and Flow. Ghostwire cooly accepted her simple drink and paid while the seeker got an item that was innocently looking by the scent of juice covering its high alcohol contents.

"I'm always amazed you can stomach that," Ghostwire muttered as she gave Flow and encreboules a look. The albino looked happy as can be to have it. "We all have our strengths, Ghosty~!" the seeker giggled.

[ourladyoftears]

It was a sunny day in the lively port city. Merchants shouting from their stalls, peddling their wares. Carts drawn by horses or donkeys. Children playing, but the noise of the city was replaced by shouting, confused cries, whispers, yelling, and at the center of all of this sudden shift in mood was a young woman.

Fair skin, Light auburn hair, thick and braided down her back, a simple veil over her head. A belt of pouches and flasks and a dagg, a pack full of scrolls on her back, and another bag around her shoulder. Her finger tips were stained with what could be henna.

A city guard, holding a decently sized toad, was chastising her, while she listened to him with an innocent expression.

Varyne had stopped in the city to gather supplies and rest before hitting the road again, and she decided to use today to scope the place out and find good hiding spots for when she'd need to feed at night. He kept to himself mostly, not wanting to draw attention to himself, though his menacing stature and the hood he wore to shield himself from the sun certainly don't help any. His worn greatsword rattled against his back as he strode across the square, looking at the ground.

And she continues minding her own business, until she hears the commotion happening nearby. She stalks over, almost completely silent, and looks between the two. They can spy a scar cascading down her cheek, and her one working eye seems to almost glow from under the hood. Then she speaks, her voice low and rough, and almost sounding commanding. “What seems to be the problem?”

[thethreefaes]

“You have such a good connection with the forest. It sounds like you and the forest are family taking care of one another.” Lyra smiled fondly. It was nice to have someone similar to her. Someone who understood the needs and comfort of the forest.

It was Lyra’s turn to blush as Whisper admitted to being fascinated. Fascinated with her! That was also new. And Lyra’s feathers rustled quietly in joy.

“Thank you. I tend to get carried away. Especially talking about flowers. Oh! Watch this.” Giggling she laid her palm on the ground. Her hand glowing a soft light as she lifted her hand slowly. Underneath her hand a green sprout grew and followed her hand up until it finished growing and bloomed into a rose lily.

“Growing gardens and field of flowers is my favorite. So many colors and scents.” Petting a petal of the flower, she smiled proudly.

At her last comment, Lyra couldn’t help her giggle.

“Of course.” Her eyes shone excitedly. “You cultivate the mushrooms? That’s incredible!” And she checked the forest over after the storms? Whisper sounded just like the spirits her mother told stories of.

“Do you heal the forest?” Finding a loose feather she huffed and wiggled it free. A small pile of broken snowy feathers beside her. With a playful smile she picked the best one and tucked it into Whisper’s hair.

“My magic is in healing and growing plant life. Before I had to leave I often helped the forest by home grow. My mother could grow a huge willow tree in a day!” The fae smiled before blushing. Realizing she was rambling.

“Sorry.”

[melancholicmoonlight]

It's been almost a week since Jameson's been confronted by Metus, although it probably feels longer for him with the agony and all. They've just made it to the large portside city, far west in the middle of the night.

Reid is unpacking their bag into the dresser of their joint hotel room, which is much nicer than they're both used to and definitely way out of their budget.

He, understandably, hasn’t quite shaken what all happened the week prior; Occasionally pestering Reid with how they’re feeling. However, he’s starting to slowly feel better about it, so he’s left them alone today. The only thing that’s on his mind is when Metus might appear again, and what he could possibly want from him.

Jameson had already unpacked mostly and organized his things. He now sits on his bed, nose in his journal as he writes down whatever it is he’s thinking. When Reid comes over, he closes it and sets it aside, looking up at them. “This place feels a bit too fancy for us. How much did a night cost, again?”

[moonlit-doodles]

have you guys watched akatsuki no yona. it's like that.

[the-janitor-esc]

(( tw: Fear Gas: Extreme fatigue, Emotional instability, Paranoia, Lack of motor control, Lack of reasoning skills, and Hallucinations. Fire.

I never let TJ escape a good angst opportunity, but their response to aerosols are always delayed, and I didn't want to disrupt the community moving on from the Fear Gas <3))

[ The Janitor lays in a barren room, trying to wait out the clumsiness curse. It'll only be a couple hours; it is annoying to lay still and idle, but it is better than breaking things (or someone).

It starts with the smell of smoke. Unfortunately, the smell of smoke is not uncommon in the Evil Science Center; someone's always burning something or setting something on fire.

The cyberspiders will handle whatever it is; they will continue to lay on the floor.

There is sparks in the corner of their vision, just under the door jam. The Janitor sits up as fingers of flame reach under the door, and they are promptly on their feet by the time the walls catch.

Their first attempt at leaping up into a vent fails; they pick themself up from the ground and make it on the second, banging through the vents far noisier than they normally would. They fall out of the vents into a hallway, thankfully not on fire.

Where are they? It looks familiar, but it is like a word on the tip of their non-existent tongue. The colors are wrong, but the smells and atmosphere are right. They start to walk, but it is a slog.

Then, voices, familiar and beloved voices humming, laughing, and screaming in the distance. The Janitor rushes in the direction of the scream. They can't let anyone know their beloved humans are here, wherever here is. ]

( If you're watching cameras or just loitering around the halls, you see The Janitor sprinting; they fall, but get back up and immediately start sprinting again, bumping against the walls. If you watch them, they smack at their uniform and bandages from time to time. You hear them calling "Wait!", "Where are you?", "Come back!", and "Fire! Get out!". )

[faerowanaine]

Rowan plucked a feather from his wing and used it to play with Misty. The fae didn’t have pets. He kinda wished he did. Especially as he let Misty chase his feather.

He tucked his wings in from flirting as he heard Russell. Confusion clear as he tilted his head.

“Disappointed? Russ you could never disappoint! You’re amazing! Like, yeah I thought you were a fae. But that’s because I forget humans can have powers too.” Though his friend did seem… nervous? Uncomfortable? He didn’t want to talk about his powers. Was he a warlock? Mage?

“Hey. It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. I’m just glad you’re not freaking out over my wings.” Rowan chuckled. “Cause I just kinda sprung them out on you. Not very polite of me.” His eyes traveled over Russell. Adrenalin and panic settled enough that he took his time to check over for any other injuries.

“You… you really okay now? Do you need anything?”

“You got a cute blush. But don’t be embarrassed, I like holding you.” It was a brave admittance but Rowan held Russell carefully. He watched as Russell stepped into his home and followed. He stretched his wings, careful not to hit anything, but showing off.

“Thanks. I’m proud of my wings. What about yours?” Rowan bent down to pet the cat. Cooing at the cute little thing.

“So with your increased healing, I’m going to guess you are a healer fae? Or wait. Your magic did kinda turn back the wounds. Are you a time fae? That’s a rare power.” Rowan watched him in excited curiosity.

“I’m just a storm fae. Fun but not much to do in a city.” He chuckled.