#lsprg

[overmorrowrpg]

PRAGMA LUZ — [?], [?] — ENIGMA.

YOU ARE AN ALIVE THING THAT SHOULD BE DEAD— YOU ARE A MYSTERY EVEN TO YOURSELF. Fingers formed from ceramic and steel trace questions in fogged over glass, trail over constructed jawline, in search of revelations that refuse to come. Spectral energy hangs in your sternum, kisses your insides with heat-scalding animation, while mechanical limbs born from human hands guide each movement. Once you were something, once you were someone's. BUT WHAT IS TO BE DONE WITH YOU NOW? Memory sits like a blasted heath, a thing ruined to the point of uncertainty. There was a knife, and there was a man, and now there is only you, darling, dearest, desecrated. The shape of your own face is a mystery, the lay of the land hangs like a loaded question. Understanding comes in waves— glimpses of times gone past, echoes of others' lives. There is a hunger here, a desire to be a thing that might be whole once again. There is a beauty, a wide-eyed wonder at the whole of the world. THERE IS A QUESTION MARK WOVEN THROUGH EVERY ACTION. Washed up on shore, given life and purpose by the whims of others, the whole of you is waiting for an answer that may never come. And when all the lights go out on all the shores, there is still this: might you still remain, eternal and unsure?

CONNECTIONS

AGAPE — EVEN WHEN I’M IN THE DARK I’M IN THE DARK WITH YOU.

There was a hand that found you in the port, cradled gently by sea glass and the debris of the night before. It was a soft hand, a gentle one, one that raised you out of the waters and gasped with shock as a face formed into being. AGAPE is the one that brought you to the rest. AGAPE is a north star, a cardinal point. Your loyalty to them is something that FIRE COULD NOT MELT OUT OF YOU. It is foolhardy, eternal, the first thing that you might have called your own. If they feel the same, you cannot tell. And still, you will not let them doubt your devotion.

STORGE — THE ONE THING LEFT IN THIS WRETCHED LANDSCAPE THAT COULD SAVE US ALL FOR A LITTLE BIT LONGER THAN WE DESERVE.

There is something familiar in the way that they look at you, the way that they take your hand after jobs and promise that everything will be okay. Their presence comes with the smell of rosemary, of something known and not known hanging in the air, an echo of sleep. YOU WONDER WHY IT HAUNTS YOU. It follows the contours of how an older sibling might treat their younger half: you are greedy for it, desperately clinging to them, eyes forever following. But you wonder how you know this: how the word sibling can ever sit in your vocabulary. And with it, you begin to wonder why STORGE cares this much.

MANIA — I CAME TO TAKE UP YOUR OFFER TO NO LONGER BE TORTURED.

WHAT CAN YOU OFFER THAT THEY DO NOT HAVE? MANIA is not friend. MANIA is not foe. Even in your short time of being the thing that you are, knowing the little that you know, your heart a blank slate, even this much is clear. MANIA holds a key to a box that might hold another key to the start of the answer of what you are. But MANIA always demands a price. They hold question and answer, beginning and end: but is the price one that you will ever be able to stomach?

TAKEN BY DEL ✧ AIYANA LEWIS

#pragma. #taken. #fantasy rp #lsprg #discord rp

[bloodydayshq]

Can I please get mwm by admins and members?

Hey non! Let me ask the Discord!

FCS: oliver jackson-cohen, diego luna, johnathan bailey, aaron cobham, joshua sasse, michael huisman, chiwetel ejiofor, david oakes, jordan renzo, henry cavill MUSES: admin di answered this here but also mentioned; viscount beauchamp, duke of northumberland, literally any of our wonderful muses admin di whipped up for ya'll! or even an oc that can fit into hampton court!

— admin velvet

#period rp #history rp #lsrp #lsprg #historical rp

[maytheoddshq]

Greer Morgan (she/her). District Ten Mentor. 121st Mentor. Twenty-three. Florence Pugh.

Greer hated everything about her childhood, she was just too young to know it then. She was raised with money and privilege most others in Ten could only dream about, and although it didn’t touch the wealth of the Capitol, it meant never soothing calloused hands or fighting off hunger pains. Greer’s dad is the mayor of Ten, which meant she had a good education, a beautiful home, and four siblings who spent their days alongside her playing and learning instead of working. It should have been the perfect life, but perfection was only ever an illusion.

Greer learned from an early age that children should be seen and not heard, and they should not be seen unless perfectly presentable. She had a closet full of pretty dresses she was never allowed to stain. Her hair was always neat and never out of place. Her voice was never to be raised, and no matter what there was always a smile on her face. She was taught how to sit perfectly still through dinners, and parties, and ceremonies, and pictures, and when people would visit, they would coo over just how polite and well-spoken the little Morgan girls were.

None of this sweetness came naturally to Greer. Greer, in particular, was a horse that needed breaking. She used to protest about why the boys got to run and come home dirty with holes in the knees of their pants. Why did they get to ride horses, and look for lizards, and make noise? Greer’s sisters seemed to fall so easily in line, but Greer and her brother were an inseparable duo of chaos and noise. It seemed her parents were constantly battling the fire that burned in her, but they tamed her with the promise that good little girls get good things in life. So, Greer learned to behave. She learned to be polite and well-spoken with never a hair out of place or a stain on her dress. That was the way things were supposed to be.

How did they feel about the games before being reaped?

Greer never thought about the Games too hard. She didn’t know the farm kids that went into the arenas, but she knew the ceremony like the back of her hand. She was told early and often that the Games were a system that worked, and Greer didn’t know to question that. She never imagined that she wasn’t actually immune to their reach, so her own reaping caught her completely off guard. Greer had always been told that if she behaved good things would happen. She had been promised the chance at a Capitol university or at least the life of modest luxury she had always had. She had never taken tesserae; she wasn’t supposed to die in the arena. That wasn’t at all how any of this was supposed to go, but Greer did what she knew how to do. Greer took the stage, and she smiled.

What was their trajectory in the arena & how did they win their game?

Despite its broken promises, Greer’s childhood did help her going into the Games. She knew how to interview well and how to feign graciousness. She was well educated and had a few skills that made her adored by the Capitol audience. She knew how to play the piano, she could speak a little Latin, and she’d trained in archery enough to pull out a decent training score. All of this meant sponsorships, and sponsorships helped keep her alive.

Greer was launched into something resembling a children’s entertainment center. The tributes rose on pedestals in the center of a ball pit that served as the cornucopia. The tributes had to dig through the balls to find supplies, and the difficulty of maneuvering through the pit proved to be deadly for many. The ball pit was located in the center of a large jungle gym that could only be navigated via slides, tunnels, platforms, and nets. The bloodbath claimed eleven of the tributes, setting the Games up for a quick run.

The arena was extremely difficult to navigate as a whole and was designed to purposely confuse the tributes. There were also very few places to hide, and tributes had to learn to access escape routes if they wanted to avoid combat. The sectors of the arena were arranged vertically like floors in a building. Every floor of the entertainment center could be reached, but tributes could only move through the floors using slides and ladders embedded in the walls. No slide or ladder ever took the tribute to the same floor consistently, so the tributes were always left guessing where they would end up. Water was fairly abundant in the arena with potable drinking fountains on each floor, but food was nowhere to be found. The only food items in the entire arena were pizza and cake, moldy and rotten beyond edibility located in the sector of the arena called the “party room.”

Greer managed to escape the bloodbath by finding a bow and arrows in the ball pit and using it to defend herself as she waded through the plastic balls. After escaping the jungle gym sector, Greer wound up in the arcade sector where she formed an alliance with tributes from Seven, Eleven, and Twelve. The four of them spent the night safely sleeping in shifts and hiding in the noise and chaos of the arcade. The alliance stayed in the arcade into the second day, but by midday they were found by the pair from Four. Greer’s alliance fled through a slide and landed in a nearly pitch dark, black-light mini golf course. The dark, twisting course was difficult to navigate and proved to be very dangerous when the jungle themed course decorations revealed themselves to be arena mutts, and the group was attacked by monkeys and crocodiles. The tribute from Twelve was killed by the mutts, but the rest of the alliance escaped to a floor made up by a maze of inflatables for the night. By the third day, only nine tributes remained in the arena, and the gamemakers began routing the slides and ladders to force tributes onto the same floors. Greer’s alliance was ambushed by a group of tributes in the inflatable maze leading to the loss of the tribute from Eleven.

Greer and the tribute from Seven fled to a floor of the arena called “Tot’s Tiny Town” where they were able to hide for most of the fourth day. The two of them were able to find respite for much of the day, resting and receiving much needed sponsor gifts. By that night, only six tributes still remained, and the gamemakers wanted to begin wrapping things up. They released a group of seven foot tall animatronic mutts from the “party room” to attack any tribute they find. Through the night, the mutts killed several tributes and led the rest back to the main floor of the entertainment center before they were called off. Greer and her ally were forced back to the jungle gym where the game had started and brought face to face with the remaining careers. Greer’s last remaining ally was killed, but Greer was able to use her bow to survive the confrontation and be crowned a Victor on the fifth day in the arena.

How were they affected by their experiences in the game?

The one thing the Games did give back to Greer was her fire. When she returned home, Greer’s parents tried their best to continue parading her around, but now Greer knew the truth about what the Games were. She didn’t believe her parents’ lies about the generosity of the Capitol or the benefits of the system anymore, so they stopped speaking to one another. Today, Greer isn’t so afraid to get her clothes dirty or to make a little noise.

What are they like as a mentor?

Greer fights for her tributes, and all she asks is that they fight too. She knows that sometimes you have to play nice with the Capitol before you go in, and she would never fault a tribute for that. However, Greer always strives to make sure her tributes don’t lose their spark in the process.

What is their personality?

Mostly, Greer likes to be left alone. She doesn’t trust easily and takes a bit to get know. She spends most of her time with her horses back in Ten, and only spends time in the Capitol when she has to. However, she’s learning to let herself have fun again.

Three strengths and three weaknesses.

+loyal, independent, adventurous

-unpredictable, blunt, impatient

PENNED BY: HAIR

#greer #bio #lsprg #new lsrp #hg rpg #hg rp #oc rp

[orpheusads]

O EURYDICE, (…) WHO KNOWS WHAT YOU’LL TELL THE FURIES WHEN YOU SEE THEM AGAIN.

It’s 2100 and the totalitarian S Corp has a hold on the world’s food and water, a necropolitical machine that decides who lives and dies. Faced with a massive solar flare that will soon render this galaxy uninhabitable, S Corp has managed a true feat of science: contact with parallel consciousnesses of those living within other universes through the manipulation of strings dimension folds within the brain, allowing certain subjects to jump between worlds. Their mission? To find a solution to humanity’s demise in a more technologically advanced universe. Unless they’re a better version of themself somewhere else. Unless unmet dreams are justification enough for a universe’s doom.

TELL THEM THERE IS NO MUSIC LIKE THIS WITHOUT REAL GRIEF.

PROJECT ORPHEUS is a 21+ science fiction multiverse roleplay inspired by Interstellar, Sense8, and Everything Everywhere All At Once. Our story begins underground in one of Earth’s last remaining cities, with our cast poised to hop universes for the first time. The game explores themes of string theory, desire, corruption, alternate selves, duality, regret, and longing. With the planet’s life on the line and sinister foes at their backs, characters will have to make mind-shattering choices, confront their failings, and not look back.

⋅𖥔⋅ ENTER ⋅𖥔⋅

#lsprg #lsrp #new rp #skeleton rp #adventure rp

[halfmoonbayroleplay]

Chrissy Metz is such an underused faceclaim and I'd love to bring her here; my only problem is she doesn't have a ton of resources. Are you guys okay with some less than 'quality' resources? Some of the gifs I have of her are from 5 years ago!

Absolutely yes! We would love to have you bring her to us! So long as the resources available are enough for you to work with, we would definitely welcome her with open arms. :)

#rp #lsprg #chrissy metz #original character rp #oc rp #ask #admin riles

[join-ogden]

inspired by YA classics such as one of us is lying, private, pretty little liars, and gossip girl, ogdencollegerp is a semi-appless college plot rp, with ic tasks and prompts, and secrets around every corner.

WELCOME TO OGDEN COLLEGE.

at an elite new england liberal arts college in a remote new hampshire town (think dartmouth, colby, middlebury), the golden girl of campus has mysteriously disappeared.....

in the three months since greer morrison was declared missing, the students of ogden college have received ominous texts and peculiar warnings in the midst of whispers of their secrets, a feeling of unease settling over the otherwise idyllic campus. as the anonymous messages continue with no update on the golden girl, the students are starting to wonder if perhaps there’s something a bit more nefarious at play... the investigation may have declared her a runaway, but with no signs pointing to where she went and her aura still very much present on campus, everyone has started to realized they are always being watched.

APPLY TODAY !!!

#lsprg #dark academia rp #secrets rp #tumblr rp #rich kids rp #diverse rp #group rp #thriller rp

[rivalishq]

love this concept to bits! trying to get my app in before opening (thank you so much for deciding on rolling acceptances btw! <3). I was wondering if we can answer the questions in the application in character? like "do you miss being a superhero" answered in the character's voice, similar to a dialogue or interview but with more of a revealing/confessional tone. thank you!!

Hello there! Thank you, we're so excited to get things rolling with the amazing writers we already have and can't wait to add more to the family! About your inquiry, yes, you can absolutely tackle the questions however you'd like. In fact, I think that's a great way of showing us your character's voice and their mannerisms. If you need help with anything else, don't hesitate to reach out!

#new rp #skeleton rp #lsrp #lsprg #new rpg

[fenrirswoodpromo]

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧

It’s the start of the summer of 2022, early July and most of the city has gone on holiday either in the countryside or far away. Schools are closed, universities have only opened their doors to the ones who need to finish up classes, and there is a calming easy-going atmosphere to the sunlit streets.

Until the first body turns up.

And then a second.

And a third.

And all the Wolf & Witch families of Fenrir’s Wood return because they know a storm is coming, and they’re the target.

𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗜𝗥'𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗 is a 21+ supernatural city rp with a mystery plot running along side. This semi-appless rp focusses on character development and plot development. Currently accepting applications every Wednesday, Friday & Sunday (7-9 pm UST, 2-4 pm EST)

#mystery rp #mystery rpg #mystery roleplay #lsrp #original lsrpg #lsrpg #lsprg

[knighthqs]

hell yeah, we have 6 characters. i'd take 2 more to officially open! so tell your friends. tell your friends' friends. come join! we're super chill and super relaxed. no stress. all jedi fun.

#appless rp #new rp #oc rp #sci fi rp #tumblr rp #lsrp #star wars rp #fantasy rp #lsprg #you were my bROTHER...anakin #i lOVED yoU??

[multiverseofmiracleshq]

i’ll be around working on some eternals bios this evening && we plan on getting our other bios back up. if there’s a character you’re looking for, let us know so we can add them to the list!

#drukkari #eternals rp #appless rp #lsprg #bio rp #admin kate

[housesoftrees]

House of Jupiter - souls of love and desire

The younger and less-fatal half of Janus, the house of Jupiter represents the double-edge sword of love and desire. A belief that morality is second to the will of one's inner most desires and affections. They promote acting on impulse and desire first, and can be perceived as self-motivated or impulsive. Other houses may view it as frivolity, but their impact and influence is insurmountable. What is the point of living, if one does not feel their soul?

As it stands, the House of Jupiter comes together as a notorious social group, focused on entertainment and the arts. A seemingly coveted and exclusive social group, souls of the House of Jupiter can often be seen walking behind a mysterious door at The Amore. Rumor has it - a private, speak-easy exists beneath...

#house of jupiter #houses.talk #new rp #skeleton rp #city rp #fantasy rp #lsprg

[bloodydayshq]

watch your step, noble courtier, you’ve been summoned to hampton court palace by his majesty’s decree & pleasure. please hasten to send your blog in, and review our checklist (and introductory sheet) prior to beginning interactions.

deniz can aktaş as arthur dudley, lord warwick

#bd.accept #period rp #historical rp #lsprg #literate rp

[maytheoddshq]

Rio Odair (he/him). District Four Mentor. 128 Victor. Twenty-Four. Noppanut Guntachai.

A conversation with death; 

How to inspire dread: 

Just be yourself. 

We find that works for us, usually. 

  – What was their childhood like?

Rio Styx Odair was born in a victor’s home.

The second one, to be exact. Finnick Odair had no use for two large houses all by himself, so it only came naturally that his son would inhabit the second one. First, his son, then every single person that got added to the ever growing family. Rio was the first grandchild, first out of five. Each and every one of the children was born into luxury, funded by a victor’s salary and virtually nothing to worry about, other than what their weapon at the academy would be.

The sea dulled even the sharp edges of glass with the steady rhythm of its waves. Underwater, long, dark green tresses of sea grass swayed with the movements. Though, with its endless power, not even the ocean managed to round out the sharpest edges of the roughest rocks.

Rio had the sharpest sort of ridges along his pretty smile, though there wasn’t much reasoning for it other than arrogance. His grandfather had won the Hunger Games twice, and by definition, by relation, by blood, that made him practically untouchable. Even as a young child, he sat on the beaches in Four as though he owned every grain of sand and every drop of water that touched upon the land. It would’ve been a rather powerful sight, to see a young boy already so full of confidence, had there not been a thin line between confidence and arrogance that Rio had crossed a long time ago.

He had to set an example for the generations that followed the Odair family, and he’d set a damn good one, just out of principle. Nose held a little higher as he grew into himself, he intended to pave a clear way for his siblings once they followed him to the Academy. Rio was twelve when he signed up, promptly picked up the trident as his weapon of choice because everything had a purpose. Where he set his feet as he walked down hallways, the smiles he sent certain people’s ways, the words he spoke. It felt otherworldly each and every time, to hold out a hand and have people glance at it in wonder simply because of who he was, who he could be.

Carol Eyre was one of those people. He felt easy to impress, a couple years younger and less experienced,  mainly because he was already fighting for his attention with sharp elbows and pointed grins. And nothing satisfied arrogance easier than blatant attention. Rio wanted to reach out and touch, grasp for the clear cut emotion and keep it as close as he could. In the beginning, that came in the form of a hand to hold, almost a little too softly, too gentle to compare to the way they kicked one another to the mats during training sessions in the Academy. The kisses were too soft until Rio bit down onto a lip and Carol reciprocated in kind. That was more like it. Like he could swallow it all up and have it warm his stomach more than nails that scratched at his abdomen as though they wanted to get inside. They fit together in the oddest ways. First, the same sharp weapon, before the younger man switched to something that complimented it and his wit for creating traps. A trident and a net full of razor sharp surprises.

What became apparent rather soon, though, was that the softness of a title like boyfriend and boyfriend worked less and less for them. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t friendly. It was rough, jagged edges digging under skin and leaving marks of pleasure in its wake. And really, it was just about enough. Out in the open turned into discrete. Stones that threatened to break through his window sometimes at night, and a hand clamped over a mouth to keep others from realising that nothing had changed about them, except for the fact that everything had finally fallen into place, the way it was supposed to.

– How did they feel about the games before being reaped?

He’d been born for the Hunger Games. First born son of the first born son of two victors, there had never been any doubt that once the time came, Rio would raise his hand to volunteer. His family seemingly accepted the fact, either out of undying, loving faith, or perhaps a little bit of hope for a problem to resolve. Rio liked to think it was the former, after tireless and hard work (sometimes less hard), he knew he’d be ready soon enough. If he wasn’t already. Those Games had been part of his DNA, deeply rooted in his bones, for all of his life. 

And then, on a shiny and slightly too warm day in July, Rio volunteered for the 128th Hunger Games. 

– What was their trajectory in the arena & how did they win their game?

The Arena was an overcast Town with fog that came and went as it pleased. It was unassuming and normal at the first glance, cosy looking houses with windows frosted from the cold. On the second, it became clear that something was just slightly off. The tributes were launched into the Arena on their usual platforms, ending up in a circular marketplace. Everything looked larger than it was supposed to be in comparison to the twenty four tributes. Many times larger, to be exact. Itself and the inhabitants seemed gigantic to the tributes. Nine lives were lost to the bloodbath. 

I. Rain Storm

A cloud darkened the entire Arena, and moments later, the heavy rainfalls began. Giant puddles formed, and through the dips in the cobblestones the water rushed through like a raging river. Rio was an exceptional swimmer, but not even that would’ve been entirely enough to save him. In the end, it was luck and an especially jagged cobblestone to hold onto. Another tribute was flushed past him, struggling and thrashing in the water. A cannon sounded overhead moments later, almost mixing into the thunder and lighting. The tribute wasn’t struggling anymore after Rio let go of them. 

II. Trespassers

Clothes barely dry and the sky just cleared up, he had found shelter underneath a garden chair on a large lawn. For a night, he was safe, just about enough time to catch his breath and hatch a precarious plan for what could come next. Anything he could’ve thought of barely prepared him for the grumbling and the angry snapping of teeth, though. A giant dog came bounding across the lawn, sending Rio running once more. Three cannons had sounded by the time he finally got rid of the dog that tore a chunk out of his leg.

III. Apple Attack

He was growing quite sick of running, especially because it was extra hard on his aching leg. First there’d been a rough wind sweeping through the streets, and then, the apples, oranges, strawberries and much more came rolling down the stoney paths. More cannons sounded, one of them courtesy of Rio’s curiosity how deadly it would be if someone were to be pushed right in front of a giant apple.

IV. Festival

From one hour to the next, the streets were filled with people rushing to the centre of the town. There was not an inch that wasn’t bustling with the excitement of the festival held in the town square. The tributes were by the feet of the partying population, having to evade the trampling of over excited people. 

V. Pitchfork Hunt

The tributes had been spotted by the people of the town. In no time, they had pitchforks and torches at the ready. It was a signal for the end and if anything, Rio was all for it. Five days in and he was ready for it to be over. All of the tributes were being hunted down by an enraged citizen, and they wouldn’t stop until their designated tribute was dead. A tough fight, and then Rio was lifted up by his arm and shaken around. It tore at skin and muscle, the arm almost ripping off completely. The last thing he could bring himself to do was launch a trident at the giant’s eye. Rio was dropped to the ground. He heard a cannon before he lost consciousness. In that short moment, he made peace with it being fired for him. 

– How were they affected by their experiences in the game?

Winning brought him less joy than he’d thought. Rio was at a loss then, for what he was supposed to do now. Things were mostly the same as they had been before, except now he had the crown he’d always wanted and a shoulder that was held together by metal inserted during surgery after surgery. He had a crown and the scars to show for the victory, but now all he felt was mostly empty and a little lost. 

The reality TV show cameras helped even less, the eager faces of people who wanted to know all the ins and outs of the famous and victorious Odair family. That reality show saw Carol Eyre as a guest star as well. It hurt to have him there, as much as it helped. It fixed nothing, though. The episodes had barely begun to air when Carol volunteered for the Games after Rio’s. All he could do was watch and write petulant, silly little notes in hopes of getting some sort of reaction out of Carol that could make watching this, on screen without being there, bearable. 

– What are they like as a mentor?

He tends to be pissed off easily and overcome by the urge to not care any longer about tributes that he finds to be incapable or hopeless. No matter their complicated dynamic, though, Carol and him made for a good team. In sync and knowing one another’s moves without the other having to comment on them in the first place. He would never admit to it, but being a mentor on his own had been far drearier than even bickering all the time could ever be. 

– Three strengths and three weaknesses;

( + ) skilled, charming, courageous 

( - ) arrogant, reckless, temperamental

PENNED BY: Leo

#thg rp #thg rpg #oc rp #oc rpg #lsrp #lsprg #rio

[olympvshq]

hello tags!! i’m lurking around tonight, and i’d love to answer some questions before i head to bed!

we are a brand new sci-fi/spy roleplay set in the year 2054! if some of your favorite movies include the matrix, inception, tenet, the ocean’s series, or any other sci-fi/spy thriller, OLYMPVSHQ is for you!

#spy rp #sci fi rp #mature rp #lsrp #lsprg

[wickedsrest-rp-archive]

Welcome to this week’s roundup! We do these every week to provide plot drops, highlight starters posted that week, and share other information about the setting. Anyone is welcome to use these bullet points in starters, plots, anons etc. Also let us know if you want us to include one of your setting-related plots in here for next week by sending us a bullet point!

What’s new in town?:

There’s a new POTW out! Watch out for the roots and other pesky creatures that have been let loose in town.

Tonight, the music seems so loud. Reports have been coming in that, if you go down to the Cave of Voices, you might hear the dulcet sounds of someone singing “Careless Whisper” for hours on end. There’s even a sick sax solo. It’s kind of nice, tbh.

Don’t be alarmed, but Angelique’s Aquatic Adventures has put out a notice that one of the patented XXL otters has escaped its habitat and is somewhere on the loose. Maybe it went to the ocean. Maybe it’s in your heated pool. Call animal control of Angelique’s if you have any information on the not-so-little fella.

Melanie Peridot was digging in her garden just down the street from the Common when she encountered a root under the soil and ended up having a No Good Very Bad Day. Always garden with gloves on, kids. Lest you end up drained of all of your vitality and left as a shriveled husk.

Starters:

Kitty’s getting awful tired of these roots, and is willing to chainsaw them if need be.

Someone’s been leaving [CENSORED] in Kaden’s home. That’s rough, buddy.

Emilio is asking nicely for people to keep their cats inside while these roots are on the prowl.

Murphy’s having a not-so happy New Year.

Bex is being followed by a cute black cat and is wondering if anyone’s missing a pet.

Teagan’s advising folks to stay away from the roots, as they’re not a good time.

#wcw #white crest weekly #lsprg #literate rp #town rp #supernatural rp #horror rp

[acadiahqs]

happy day everyone! we’ve been open for a FULL week and it makes me so happy, truly... when i started building the main i had no idea anyone would want to join the group and it would just be a pipe dream. i just want to say THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart for joining, checking us out and recommending acadia. 

why don’t you come and join in on the fun, tags! we’ve got so many open faces and a lot of love to give! 

this weekend i don’t have any surprises but that’s just because i have a big one for our writers at the end of the month, it’ll be worth waiting for! 

#admin emmy #dark academia rp #dark rp #new rp #active rp #supernatural rp #supernatural rpg #oc rp #oc lsrpg #oc rpg #lsprg #town rp #city rp #magician rp #magic rp #mature rp #mumu rp