* ONE YEAR LATER & OLYMPUS HAS RETURNED TO IT’S ROOTS.
While there had been a cloud of mundane normalcy that settled over town, it never lasts long. It begins with a bullet to the back of the head – One that kills the wife of a Primordial MC member, though it’s clear death was meant to find a man in a cut. It doesn’t take long for paranoia to settle in, residents of the small town turning on one another in an attempt to look for answers – It only escalates the tension, turning this small town into a breeding ground for chaos and violence once again. It shocks no one, as the ER begins to fill with victims and accusations fly. Every high is met with an even lower low, ones that destroy the MC’s clubhouse and drive a divide between club members and members of the Crooked Bastards Gang. An air of distrust blinds anyone from finding solid answers, until one fateful night, when a bloodied woman stumbles her way back into town with a story to tell…
OLYMPUS BELONGS TO THE ROGUES.
LOMKRP is an original character RP set in the fictional town of Olympus – Place that has always been home to outlaws, criminals, gangs, and most importantly, the Primordial MC. With a new threat looming over the small town, it’s become clear that regardless of your affiliation or loyalty – No one is safe.
100 years passed since the Council was established. Peace reigned, and things were going well up until 2020. It was New Years Day that things began to go awry. The Alpha of the werewolf pack, was found headless outside of his family home. It could have been an isolated incident, but when the witches found the Supreme, drained of all blood and lifeless outside of a cemetery panic started to rise. In addition, her grimoire had gone missing. Still, the Council decided that these could be unrelated, and the dust settled. Everyone began to return to the comfort they had felt before, though the investigations of these tragedies were still ongoing. Things remained that way until the Fourth of July, where a string of hunters were found dead and barely recognizable. These murders, all occurring on holidays, could no longer be treated as a coincidence. Still, the hunters didn’t have a clue who had done this or what their motives might be. It was on Halloween that the current advisor for the vampires, was murdered. Now tensions are high, and the Council is being run by a group of new leaders. The system is falling into chaos, and it’s only a matter of time until history repeats itself.
— ABOUT DARKEST HOUR
Darkest Hour is an original character supernatural roleplay. We are focused on creating a world rich with fantastical elements, entertaining plots, and development for characters of many different species! Are you a dedicated writer who wants a safe and inclusive space to bring and develop your muses? We’d be delighted to have you!
the year is 2012 … again . the avengers had thought that it was a done deal : they go back in time , they stop thanos , & everything goes back to normal - and of course , they get back the people they were missing for those five years . alas , nothing would go perfect for the avengers , would they ? something goes wrong , and when they try to go back … there's a flash . everyone wakes up moments later . and they’re still in 2012 .
REWRITTENHQS is a marvel + dc rpg centered around the multiverse , taking place in the middle of ENDGAME. instead of the avengers returning back to their timeline , not only are they STUCK in 2012 , but it seems others have been brought back to 2012 nyc just as well .
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Down seven miles chasing the taste of sun, Key West is a path paved by bridges, sand, and sin. There is a crumbling difference between wrong and right that gets lost between the ocean and Duval Street, but everyone can agree that the day starts and ends where the sky has a little bit of red in it. So many people come to the southernmost point to test their limits, escape, or find a thrill they can leave far behind when their vacation is over. But when they’re so close to the ocean, the waves can wash away the path they’re so used to following. Do they have the power to find their way back, or will they take the chance to start anew? The water comes in fast, but it is yet to be determined if it is strong enough to erase everyone’s past.
Seven Miles HQ is a semi-appless, literate roleplay group that focuses on collaborative character building set in the coastal town of key west, florida for characters 21+ in a relaxed setting
A river curving and curling its way around the landscape makes Brisbane one of the most unique capital cities in Australia. With 12 months of sunshine filled days and clear blue skies, Brisbane has a climate that sets the scene for year-round alfresco activities. Even in the midst of a Brisbane winter you’ll be yearning to play in the parks and dine outdoors. Hope you’ll enjoy your stay and find home in here.
𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐁 𝐑 𝐈 𝐒 𝐁 𝐀 𝐍 𝐄, 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚
Brisbane Roleplay is a brand new, plotless, city roleplay. Our main focus is to provide a safe space for writers to develop older muses (30+) of diverse faceclaims (e.g. faceclaims of color, trans, non binary, body diverse, etc). Our group is set in the city of Brisbane in Queensland, Australia and is looking for players!
Acceptances every Mondays and Thursdays!
mombie, writing in Descendant Academy, a part of Descendant:
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#b45439 || Outfit || nightclaw
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#cb7a06 || Outfit || ghost rider
the vengeance demon || dd2f00
James sure did complain a lot. It wasn't her fault that he couldn't move as quickly. Was it? It must suck being an old fart.
"How about next time you tell me your plan instead of leaving me to figure it out and clean up your mess... That's how you die. And for the record, I can't die. So that's a you problem," he scolded her. As per usual, the man was nasty and rude. It wasn't enough that she had tried to be nice to him at the pool and his nasty attitude had already gotten under her skin, but he had the audacity to act like he saved her, or that she even deemed him necessary. He was just a partner because that's what was decided. She didn't need the man, so he could take his self-righteous bullshit and shove it where the sun doesn't shine.
She didn't say anything, instead finishing up with the gear. She pulled her hair up into a loose bun and plopped the helmet overtop.
"I hope you're a good actor," he grumbled as he made himself a hostage. To be honest, that didn't seem like a good plan to her, either. Walking in a hostage might put others on the alert, and Lexa wasn't sure she wanted that with their allies still wandering about. But whatever. This whole thing was stupid, and they were going to be lucky to rescue even a single hostage.
"Hostages are in the South East quadrant," Zehara informed them.
Lexa waited quietly beside James for a few seconds. They didn't have a lot of time, and they didn't know how James and Theo were doing. With Zehara's information, having a hostage suddenly made more sense. They were on the east side as well, so they'd be pretty close to the intended destination.
She armed herself with the M-4 rifle, though it was more for show as she didn't really like guns. James and Lexa would walk toward the gate, and when the floodlight swept across them, she shoved him forcibly. With the rifle's barrel pointed at the small of his back, she reached for her badge and held it up. Two guards would greet them and open the gates.
"Caught this one sniffing around the compound," she told the military men. "He said he's just lost, but you know - better safe than sorry, I say."
One of her hands had grabbed the Ghost Rider by his right bicep, her fingers lax. But when one of the guards suggested that they take him and she should move back to her post, her grip became tighter. Take him? She didn't know what to do in this situation. She hesitated. Would it be better to let them have him? Would it be weird if she said that she needed to transport them herself?
"What are you waiting for? Give him to us. Go back to your post, soldier," commanded, one of them stepping forward to take him. These were not the only two guards here. She could hear the sound of boots marching along the corridors nearby, and there would be no way she could get to them in time before they radioed in for assistance. Could James?
Jameson waited to be handed over and kept his expression somewhere between annoyed and angry. After all, he was caught, so he wouldn’t be smiling. But when Lexa hesitated and her grip tightened he grew worried and a bit frustrated. Not that he would be taken alone, but that she wasn’t handing him over. If she waited much longer the guards would catch onto whatever was going on.
She clung to him for a couple of seconds longer than she should have, but she did let him go. It was just a simulation. Right? If it were just these two guards, they'd have been fine. For now, it just made sense that he goes. Didn't he imply that he couldn't die earlier? Certainly, he'd be safe.
The only thing was that this decision would leave Lexa on her own, and this was a large compound. It was safe to say that she had no idea what she was supposed to do.
James struggled against the new guards’ hold like any prisoner would as they started dragging him forward. He managed a small peek over his shoulder toward Lexa. His expression said nothing. A small part of him was happy to be free of her, for a moment at least. Her attitude has been rubbing him the wrong way all morning and he wasn’t particularly in the mood to play punching bag for her bitterness. He didn’t know what he did to deserve her ire, but it wasn’t his problem either. In the end, none of them were there to make friends. They were at the academy to solve a problem. She had her social media fans. What did she need his friendship for anyway?
The guards led him down a series of corridors, every other turning needing one of them to scan their I.D.s to get through. Everything was locked down pretty tight. Guards passed in pairs, cameras watching every hallway, and security checks far too frequently. He wasn’t sure how this could get done without killing every guard on the compound. Maybe he was narrow-sighted, but Jameson couldn’t think of an alternative.
Regardless, he wasn’t trying to cause any scuffles, not yet. James hoped that the guards would lead him right where he wanted to go… the prisoners. From there he could think of his next move. Plus, with guards on either arm, he couldn’t particularly relay everything he was seeing to the others. Simulation or not, that would get the alarms set off at the drop of a hat. As he walked, part of him couldn’t help but worry what Lexa would get into by herself. The woman seemed impulsive which tends to cause more problems than be helpful. He could only hope that she could keep herself in check enough to complete the mission.
They rounded the corner and were met by iron bars that separated them from a decent, too-small-sized room. Behind the bars, all of the prisoners sat and stood huddled together, chained to the walls, the floor, or each other. The ceiling felt low and without windows, it seemed claustrophobic. Or maybe that was because of the abundance of people in such a confined space.
A guard near the entrance to the cell looked over Jameson before addressing the other guards. "There’s no more room or restraints."
"There is nowhere else. Unless you want to give him your room," the man on James’s right responded. "There’s a spot right there." He pointed to the only visible spot of the floor in the entire cell. It definitely wasn’t big enough to sit. Someone his size could stand there, shoulder to shoulder with those beside him. He wouldn’t be able to move or do much of anything. "He’s already cuffed. It’ll be fine."
The man by the cell scoffed, before unlocking the door. "Come on then," he said, annoyance apparent in his tone. He took James’s arm and shoved him into the hoard of prisoners.
It was impossible for him to move without bumping into someone else or accidentally stepping on their foot. "Sorry," he mumbled under his breath until he managed to find the small open spot.
Once the men who escorted him were gone and the guards watching the cell were busier with their gossip and card games, James turned his back to them and raised his hand to tap his earpiece. "I uh… found the prisoners." He wasn’t entirely sure where he was to disclose details, but he found them alright.
After removing his chain from his wrists, James turned towards the closest person. An elderly man who had to be close to 70. He willed his chain to shrink to the size of a bracelet and wrapped it around the man’s shackles. "I’m here to help," he whispered to those around him as he began using his chain to break their own bindings.
Lexa, in the meantime, was separated from James. The fatigue colors of the uniform blended in less with the barely lit corridors, so she found a place where she could shed them. The Ghost Rider was still well within her scent; and even though she had managed to get a ways from him, she could follow the path back with her nose.
With speed, she followed the trail of his scent until she was at the door to the prisoner’s holding. First, she dispatched the two guards at the door. She surprise-pounced the closest, but also managed to send a hard heel into the other’s throat before he could think about pressing anything or communicating. Once they both dropped; the first from being strangled, and the second from a devastating blow to the windpipe, she used their badge to move into the area.
That’s when she got herself into trouble. Rather, the communication system wasn’t cut off fast enough when it should have been. While it looked like Lexa’s fault completely, she’d not be the only one to blame for what followed. One of the guards in the room pressed a large red button before she could move to him. That was that - the alarm blared throughout the whole compound, and every soldier was instantly on high alert.
She sprung into action with very little choice now, starting a running leap into the fray as soldiers began to get their weapons ready. Little attention was paid to James and the hostages as she grappled with the men; kicking, punching, clawing - whatever she had to do to put a few of them down. At one point she grabbed ahold of a handgun (still within the grasp of her opponent) that had been pointed to her, twisted it around until it was forced backward toward another soldier, and fired it. Only, the bullet didn’t end up in another soldier. It ended up in a hostage, and that was… shocking when Lexa realized it.
Wide-eyed and frozen, she ended up being shot several times by incoming military personnel. The bullet wounds might not have been real, but they felt real; like she was dying, or maybe she was still somewhat in shock. She crumbled onto the floor.
James was surprised at how quickly Lexa had gotten there. Perhaps he expected her to leave him high and dry, or perhaps wait for others to arrive. Either way, neither happened and there she was. While she was busy taking out guards, he did his best to free the prisoner’s bindings, working double time. But then, as his attention was focused elsewhere, the alarms rang out, red lights flashing throughout every corridor. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath.
He quickly abandoned his current task and tried to shove his way towards the entrance. James was nearly toward the gate when he heard the gunshot. His eyes went wide trying to figure out where it came from and who it hit. The prisoner collapsed backward, falling into his arms. Unfortunately, they were dead before he even caught them. And while his attention was focused on them, there was another barrage of gunfire. He tried his best to be as respectful to the body as he laid them down and when he looked up he found Lexa slumped over on the floor.
"Lexa's down," Jameson was just barely able to get the words out over the coms before the demon took over. In a blink, the fire consumed his head revealing a menacing skull. The chain in his hand grew as he transformed. With a whipping motion of his hand, the chain flew through the air, slicing through the cell bars and any guard that stood before him. A few stray bullets fired, before every one of them fell to the ground like dominoes, their bodies in two pieces.
Smoke rose from a few small holes that now plagued his leather jacket. Unaffected, James stepped over lifeless bodies as he made his way to a control panel. Rather than figuring out the correct buttons, he smashed it with his fist, causing it to short circuit and all the prisoners' restraints released. The hostages gasped, frozen in shock for a moment before they all began to quickly flood out of the cell. Jameson was sure to scoop up Lexa into his arms before she had the chance to be trampled and sidestepped out of the way. "The hostages are loose," the demon's voice rumbled over the coms.
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We The North rose from member discussions as our community built a unique location from the ground up. WTN is a site based in the fictional city of Chevalier, Ontario with plotting and posting opportunities in Toronto and Ottawa.
We are a six year old collaborative site made by writers, for writers. If you are tired of communication focused sites and are looking to write again, this is the place for you. Our base of active and friendly members are eager to get started plotting with you! Check out grammar gramma, for helpful tips on writing and wtnrp for the beginning of our seven year anniversary this month!
New skin coming June 15th, 2021!
everyone lost something for The Greater Good a couple sessions back and baby girl lost her horns 😔 she’s still having a bit of a rough time with it but i have been assured they’ll grow back eventually so fingers crossed it’s soon 🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽
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Lakeview, Maryland was the perfect small town. In the 1950’s, a string of 6 murders in the same amount of years plagued the town every April. For sixty-five years there had not been any murders, but April 7th, 2021, a young couple was found dead at the same spot those others died so long ago. Can the town find the murderer before others end up dead? Lakeviewhq is a town rp that focuses on the mystery of the murders of 7 young couples over 70 years.
Don’t overthink, just let it go!
Welcome to Santa Monica: the dazzling city by the beach. As Los Angeles’ next door neighbor, it’s no surprise that it’s a familiar LA vibe of roughly 91,000. From natives, celebrities, and Hollywood hopefuls, Santa Monica brings both the meanings of work hard and play hard hand in hand. In Santa Monica, anything is possible, but sometimes, wanting to get where you want to go comes at a price. People tend to underestimate this city, however. Sure, they live by the beach but not all of them have the same relaxed mentality. They’re far from it.
Sure, they’re no Chicago or New York, but they have their own charm and city slicker attitude that will leave you either bewildered or breathless. They have their own type of hustle to prove that they can be just as ambitious, just as hard working, and just as vibrant as all the other big cities. With LA being its big brother, the people of Santa Monica are aware of the reputation they have and they know to show up with style and class.
Santa Monica RP is a mature (19+), literate, semi appless original character roleplay that takes place in present day Santa Monica, California. This roleplay explores the lives of people from all walks of life and focuses on character development and interactions. There will be tasks and plot drops for further interaction and to help characters continue their journey.
" vicinity to the sea is desirable because it is easier to do nothing by the sea than anywhere else... "
𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 , 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀 .
several miles outside san diego lies 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 , a place built decades ago as a quiet getaway destination for the hollywood elite . the small coastal town , known for stunning beach homes , killer waves , and a long-standing cherished pier , is still a desired escape for tourists and vacationers today .
residents take pride in their historic hometown , filled with family-owned businesses , a university , and a celebrated arts & culture scene . families are rooted for generations , secrets are abundant , and town gossip is rampant and relentless . everyone is welcome regardless of religion , race , gender , or sexuality , but good luck trying to leave . anyone who attempts to leave often finds their way back .
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 is a discord-based roleplay group . we encourage anyone eager to write , create , and develop to join !
to learn more or ask any questions , add me on discord : heart of glass.#5614 or pay a visit to our tumblr .
✧☾.·:·.* - fear is the relinquishment of logic,
the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns.
we yield to it or we fight it,
but we cannot meet it halfway.
now open + accepting applications !
Come and bring Nick his brothers! Also, Demi Lovato! Please and thank you!
You heard them! Bring us these faces!
welcome to moorbrooke, the sunny beachside town located in maine, usa. the town has a population of 50,000 but it is gradually growing day by day. the town has been filled with life since it was established in 1683 and new residents are always welcome in this friendly town. we hope you enjoy your stay!
welcome to moorbrookehq!
[ Lily James, female, 25 ] Let’s give a warm welcome to one of Sparkwood’s finest, DONNA SHERIDAN !! Before coming here, SHE once lived on the pages of MAMMA MIA. Though now they currently spend most of their time as a(n) HOTEL MANAGER. If you ask the townsfolk about what they are like, you will hear that they are SPUNKY but also IMPULSIVE. If they had a theme song it would be SUPER TROUPER BY ABBA Let’s see how their story unravels this time. [ Abbie, 24, they/them ]
the town of sparkwood is awaiting you, DONNA SHERIDAN. you have twenty-four hours to send in your account. if you need any guidance, you can always take a look at our checklist. make sure not to delay, you don’t want to miss out on anything !
Karric, walking through the grocery store, talking on the phone with Sala: You said two dozen.
Karric: Oh, that makes more sense.
Karric: *starts unloading 24 cartons of eggs from his cart*
“Life goes on at Fiddler’s Green. We offer luxury living in the grand old style.”
Sixteen years after the outbreak, the surviving community of Fiddler's Green has grown and a feudal-like aristocratic society was established. While the Elite bask in a life of luxuries, the better part of the community has been subdued into labor. A storm is brewing beyond the glass walls of Fiddler's Green...
Fiddler's Green is a mature 18+ post-apocalyptic roleplay that is character driven and focuses on the political dynamics within the community. Now accepting applications.
can i request cody carson, zach dewall, and chrissy costanza i would give up my soul for them thank u
you heard 'em! one soul up for grabs!
93. Magifoofa (M&L: Bowser's Inside Story)
I wonder if their glasses are just part of the uniform or also a mind-control device.
Also, I love their name. MagiFOOfa.
Now about Dragon Age , #SHE is my favorite companion perhaps from all the franchise , I like some companions here and there , but SHE is my absolute favorite companion.It's a shame that many people don´t try to understand the character. And one of the reasons I love her is that you don't know all of her layers and depth directly. You have to pay attention to the details of the game, party panter, dialogues, NPCS and other companions. And the fact that she's not a traditional companion, having an agenda of her own to join you and you CANNOT change her mind, is refreshing.I also don't agree with her opinion about mages being put in the Circle, and that's ok, it doesn't make me love her any less. It is proof that not all mages want to be free and don´t have the same opinion.
AND I REALLY WANTED ROMANCE HER :/