Prisoner of War (Open RP)
It was a rough battle when Mukuro was suddenly knocked out and taken as prisoner. She was locked up in a high security cell and guards.
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the moon was barely there, only a sliver or two of it reflecting brightly that night. it was a somber affair, could never really be anything else, not given the circumstances. a woman, kind and caring and virtuous, found murdered. her killer still walked free. any conversation, whispered & quick, was swallowed by the night seconds late.
it was in this oppressive silence, this display of grief and mourning, that oriana trelawney found themself in. anyone in the crowd could be forgiven for missing the way they stood unsteady on their feet. a sticky sort of malaise plagued them, left them uneasy & nauseous in a way that guilt ( they had, after all, failed to find the woman alive ) could never explain. after a moment, they stumbled forward in their attempt to excuse themself quietly.
martha strout began her speech, spoke of the sister loved so dearly and lost so tragically. all attention turned to her, not to the stumbling, sickly person hidden in the crowd. except for one cho chang who, at the sight of oriana in this state, moved closely to her former schoolmate. she wrapped an arm around their shoulders and whispered in their ear, asked if they needed anything, before guiding them away from the crowd.
the pair ends up seated on a bench in a nearby park. by then, a migraine pounded behind oriana’s eyes, and they wanted nothing more than to close them and surrender to sleep. it was a horrid feeling. there was something building and building and building. words they did not know and words they would later know only written down laid heavy on the tip of their tongue.
in the darkness on that night with the barely there moon, a figure - lurking and looking and listening - was easily missed, never a presence noted by the two twenty-somethings that sat there on that bench. whatever thing, heroic or mundane or villainous, that brought them into the darkness of the night was forgotten at the sight of the two, something in the air making them think to follow them, even if in the shadows, oriana and cho were awarded some degree of anonymity.
they stepped forward, a twig snapping under their foot. cho looked back, caught a glimpse of the lurker, but that was forgotten in an instant when oriana’s eyes finally drifted, only to open a moment later with a hollowness not there just a moment before. they grabbed cho’s hand, their grip tight and painful and spoke, “vacate et scire...” and the words rang odd in the air.
it felt as if the night dropped several degrees and whatever slivers of the moon that were visible, dimmed. there was not long before they spoke again, the words barely past their lips before more tumbled out. “as surely as the skies will open ... as surely as the sea will swallow the earth ... “
it was not silent, of course. but the sounds of nature, that unstoppable beast, were faint compared to the words spoken. “when the thorned king threatens the undone queen, and the dread fires near forgotten burst forth, once more ...”
“only after an old wrong is righted will a sacrifice still be wrought. blood is blood is blood is blood, spilled once and spilled again.” throughout it all, they sat so still. the only movement was the rise and fall of their chest and their lips. “three did live and three must die, for what nature did not give, the world will not abide. take heed : for blood is, and blood was, and blood is all there shall ever be, should damned spot desecrate the most hallowed of ground.”
“sic infit … si vis pacem, para bellum.”
after it all, after oriana returned to themself, only briefly. a something that wasn’t there in the minutes before the speech, a something that perhaps was never there in the years oriana lived before, shined in their eyes before their eyelids closed and they slumped against cho.
and cho stared, tried to make sense of it all, but never got the chance to answer. the lurker chose in that moment to take their exit. they ran, no longer a quiet onlooker, but now one of two that held vital information, and they had people to tell & plans to make. better to get there quick, better to lose whatever advantage afforded to them by stealth, than to risk anything important being lost to malleable human memory.
by sunrise, emergency meetings would be called, members and officials woken in the middle of the night and gathered, but at that moment, in that quiet, quiet night, cho wrapped an arm around oriana and bore their weight as she tried to get them somewhere safe.
CREDITS & OUT OF CHARACTER :
first and foremost, credits to chris for the above self para ! they’ve had the patience of a SAINT in working on this whole thing with me, and it felt only right that they get to be the one to write the delivery of oriana trelawney’s first prophecy. thank you most especially to cherry, too, who put in SO MUCH time & effort to the prophecy - it very literally would not exist, as it is, without them, and i am so beyond appreciative of all they’ve done. thank you also to lana, who allowed us to involve cho, and thank you, too, to all of you guys - for your patience, and for your engagement. our first season & prophecy were worth the buzz, and i really hope you guys get a kick out of this one, too !
the candlelight vigil, though never officially an event, should wind down from now to focus on what’s to come next - fresh meeting channels, a mini event in the discord, a fun little announcement, and, come mid august, our ministry gala - but let judy never be forgotten. after all : there’s still the mystery of what exactly happened to her to unravel.
the prophecy is, as per the first one, to be posted on a sub section on discord where you can all discuss your thoughts. i actively encourage you all to work together & spitball ideas ! as always, i won’t confirm or deny - but this marks the real beginning of noxtms season two, and you should all feel free to get as involved as you want to !
if you have any questions or concerns, feel free to message them to me. once you’ve read this, comment the first thing to come to mind !
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Indie William J. Blazkowicz (+ guest muses) from Wolfenstein. Selective, but not mutuals-only.
Rules, Content Warnings, Muse Information and Verses.
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SO ARE YOU GONNA DIE today or make it out ALIVE? you gotta conquer the MONSTER in your head and you’ll fly. fly, PHOENIX, fly... it’s time for a new EMPIRE! go bury your DEMONS then tear down the CEILING, phoenix, FLY.
#YUNHARLAQUIN . an independent roleplay blog for the STAR WARS LEGENDS character, JAINA SOLO . new canon compliant and trained by kitty .
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Oh, there won't be many
There may not be any
But there won't be many coming home
If they all came back but one
He was still some mother's son
And there won't be many coming home .
There Won’t Be Many Coming Home - Roy Orbison
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Leonidas, King of Sparta...
when a neighboring state would plea for military aid,
would send one man...
independent & mutually exclusive
MASTER GUNNERY SERGEANT
of 2004′s Spartan
sent by Val (29+)
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─ I’M A FIGHTER. i’ve always been a f i g h t e r. the few times when i have been at leisure, i’ve been MISERABLE. i want c h a l l e n g e s. i CRAVE them.
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I can hear the distant calls
There is no easy way OUT OF HERE,
There is no easy way, PERSEVERE.
There is so much more beyond these walls
There is no easy way OUT OF HERE
There is no easy way, PERSEVERE.
Multimuse blog for characters of some video game titles under ZENIMAX MEDIA INC. as main cast, and characters from other media, and original characters unrelated to either categorization on the side (under author’s discretion).
Canon and fanmade characters under related media are headcanon-heavy and canon-divergent. AU and crossover friendly.
Blog audience ranges from the general public to 18+. Dark themes WILL be tagged accordingly for you to blacklist.
I follow back from the-world-spear!
Low activity by default.
RULES | CHARACTER LIST | THREAD TRACKER
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HIGHER && HIGHER YOU CHASE IT. it's deep in your blood, go && take it. this is your moment, take to the skies, go prove yourself && rise! make ‘em remember you, rise! push through hell && rise! they will remember you, rise!
twin swap au promo. independent & selective. legends based & sequels compliant. aided by kitty.
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𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴. she reminds you what it’s like to be living. she makes you want to be a better human being. you fell so quickly.
𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚗. 𝚒𝚗𝚍 / 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 / 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚌. 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢.
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𝙹𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙼 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃: that is its greatest virtue and its greatest fault. it must speak, and speak immediately, while the echoes of wonder, the claims of triumph and the signs of horror are still in the air.
KATHERINE HARRIS , an independent, mutuals only journalist original character. inspired by the second world war and the man in the high castle. multiverse, fandom, and ship. written by KITTY .
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WE MUST BRING OUR OWN LIGHT TO THE DARKNESS.
NOXTMS is an appless and au group set in a modern golden trio era. seven years have passed since the battle of hogwarts that saw not only the death of harry potter, but the defeat of lord voldemort at the hands of the surviving dumbledore’s army. seven years, where individuals grieved, grew, and moved on - their peace tentative in the way it always is and ruined when the rumors of bellatrix lestrange & her associates attempting another resurrection proved to be correct. the dark lord’s last & BEST lieutenant succeeded in returning him to life - though the return of harry potter & regulus black proved an unintended side effect. it has become obvious that nothing, not even peace, lasts. everything ends, though you cannot step into the same stream twice. the new threat has arrived, and it’s up to you to decide whether this time, all will be well.
NO ONE ELSE IS GOING TO DO IT FOR US.
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dear cherry; we are pleased to inform you that your application for PARVATI PATIL has been accepted to 𝐧𝐨𝐱 ! sobhita dhulipala is now taken. you have twenty four hours to submit your account, or else your role will be reopened !
⧼ sobhita dhulipala, agender, she/they / she’s kerosene, the interrupters + it’s the first thing you’re taught about stories: their structure. there is a beginning, a middle, an end / all the problems resolved, wrapped up, tied up, no loose ends left to ponder. all your life, you’d hoped that your end would be that of a fairytale, all ball gowns and glitter and magic, in the very base sense of the term. linear structure be damned, your story is that of the before and the after. before: talk of the twin telepathy, of the comfort that comes from sharing a womb / a life / identical terrors, all swathed in pink and orange and mischief writ into dark eyes. you wear your frivolity like a favoured sari, to be shown off and reveled in ; gossamer girl, gauze girl, girl made of something airy and light and lovely, something filmy about your very nature. made of stars, designed to gaze at constellations and wish to be among them ; a legend, a beautiful story to be told with a happy ending. that’s all anyone dreams of, isn’t it ? the kind of tale that warms the base of your heart, the kind you can forget once you close the chapter. after: there is a ghost in your apartment, and she wears your face. a sallow-eyed apparition in the mirror when you brush your teeth and spit blood on porcelain, she is your beginning, your middle and your end. what happens when an identical half of your soul dies, and all you’re left with is the image of her reflection and the sound of her laugh in your mouth and the phantom-limb ache of her when you least expect it ? she is your beginning, your middle, and your end / the one you dreamed so grandly of, the one you had always hoped to share. there will always be two halves of you: two lives, separated by your twin sister’s casket and a eulogy you couldn’t bring yourself to give ; two stories, one of the happily ever after and one of the devastation that makes a mess of the insides of your chest ; two different versions of you. ( what terrifies you more ---- - that she wouldn’t know you at all, or that she’d recognise you in a heartbeat ? delicate hands turned calloused and bruised, would it tear you up more if she rejected your bleeding knuckles or kissed them anyway ? ) this was never made to be linear, not something you could close the book on / life is not kind to those who come in pairs, this much is true. it’s like richard siken says, darling: someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story / and it’s like tim kreider wrote: if we want the rewards of being loved, we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known. to be known and to be lost, to lose, to keep on losing: you would submit to that mortifying ordeal over and over, if it meant you could love / if you could not lose / if you could have her back. ⧽ ━━ hey, isn’t that PARVATI ANIKA PATIL? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY-SIX year old half blood WIX & WEREWOLF is a GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be an AUROR. i’ve heard they can be quite CONDIGN & UNFEIGNED, but i don’t know… they came off very COMPENDIARY & LICENTIOUS in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it? [ cherry, 22, aest, she/they. ]
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YOU ALSO HAVE TO play politics, which is like piloting an unarmored shuttle through the worst meteor shower in history and just as productive. i think sometimes the only reason i'm not as unhinged as daala is because i'm younger. —— ( jaina protests, ) my mother isn't unhinged. —— NO, BUT SHE LEFT the chief of state's office and took up a profession where she could cut people in half when she got annoyed.
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CHEF FEY'LYA, YOU ARE a poor excuse for a sentient being. i hope one day you really smell the stink in your heart && choke on the fumes.
YUNHARLAQUIN , an independent, mutuals only JAINA SOLO of STAR WARS LEGENDS . based on the former EXPANDED UNIVERSE , sequels friendly && compliant. multiverse && multiship. comforted by KITTY .
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TASK 002: PLAYLIST & GRAPHIC
make a playlist for your muses and include a graphic of some sort, or a secondary moodboard. include at least 5 songs in the playlist, and maybe include a description of each song below. you will find a series of questions you may answer about them under the task. you can answer all, none, or pick and choose.
001 . does your muse dream? are they grounded dreams or do they often run wild? do they have nightmares? what is the source of their darkest dreams? are there any dreams they wish to make reality?
002 . describe your muse’s views on family. are they close to their family? are they estranged? have they chosen their own family or are they happy with the one they were born with? do they feel trapped in their family?
003 . what does your muse think of current events? why are they still in town? are they secure in their abilities to face a potential war? does your muse even realize that war is even a possibility? are they aware of the situation’s gravity?
PLAYERS CAN TAG THEIR POSTS WITH #SALEM.TASK002
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Independent. Mutually Exclusive.
Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky of Top Gun
Piloted by Val (29+)
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THIS IS NOT THE END. two years ago, the yuuzhan vong entered our galaxy. they came not as friends && equals, though we would gladly have welcomed them as such, but as thieves && conquerors. they saw a galaxy at peace && mistook the strength of our convictions for frailty of arms, the wisdom of compromise for the timidity of cowards. they attacked without provocation or mercy, slaying billions of our citizens, enslaving entire worlds, && sacrificing millions of beings to appease the bloodlust of their imaginary gods. they believed we would be easily defeated, because they believed we would yield without a fight. —— THEY WERE WRONG. we have fought at dubrillion, ithor, the black bantha, borleias, && corellia; we have fought them every leg of the way from the outer rim into the core. we have lost untold numbers of loved ones, my own son anakin && my husband’s dear friend chewbacca among them, && now we are battling in the skies over coruscant itself. WE ARE STILL FIGHTING. —— soon, the enemy will be on our rooftops, in our homes, roaming the dark underlayers of our city. to those able to evacuate && to those trapped behind, i say the same thing i would tell my twins were i able to reach them behind enemy lines: KEEP FIGHTING. —— this is not the end. twice already, jedi-led forces have decimated yuuzhan vong fleets, && we enter each battle with new weapons && better tactics. we have prevailed against ruthless enemies before, against palpatine, against thrawn, against the ssi-ruuk. this is a war we know how to win. keep fighting until you can fight no longer, then exhaust the enemy chasing you, && turn && fight some more. keep fighting i promise you: WE WILL PREVAIL.
ALDERHEIR , an independent, mutuals only LEIA ORGANA of the STAR WARS FRANCHISE . heavily based on the LEGENDS canon, sequels friendly && compliant. multiverse && multiship. supported by KITTY .
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𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙽, we were the heart and soul of the war. with a cup of coffee and stodgy donut, we perked up their tired minds; with a kind word and an open ear, we patched up their spirits. were those years worth it? a hundred times yes. if i could do it again, even if it dashed my career, i would in a heartbeat. serving with those girls, i had more of an impact as a clubmobile girl in four years than i will in a lifetime as a historian. —— served by kitty
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THE FOLLOWING ARE RESERVED:
aurora sinistra ( laura harrier ) until 7/20.
(tommy martinez) until 7/21, 8:15 am cst
flint surname (abigail cowen) until 7/21, 8:15 am cst
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