#we're the authors of our lives. (open rp)

[anthologyoflucas]

Ilia was exhausted. She had been running for so long. She couldn’t slow down, she couldn’t stop. If they caught her, she would never have another chance to escape.

After running for three days straight, she came to a city. Some exploring led to an abandoned building. Ilia snuck her way in, hoping she could get some rest before she kept moving. She didn’t know how far she had traveled, and right now she didn’t care. She closed the door behind her, moving a table to block it so she would know if anyone found her. Ilia set her backpack down, huddling on the floor in front of a couch as everything finally sunk in.

The only person who was ever kind to her was dead… gone… she would never have that warmth again, never see her smile again. If she was captured, that death would be for nothing.

Ilia’s breathing became ragged as tears stung her eyes. The couch, the table and other furniture starting to float as she broke down into sobs. Dr. Sung’s screams echoed in her head, “RUN”, followed only seconds later by multiple gunshots.

Soon, everything got quiet, and everything went black. Ilia had passed out. The furniture came crashing down, luckily missing her, but drawing attention to the abandoned building.

#we're the authors of our lives. (open rp) #the lab rat. (ilia) #v; escape

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP Meme Lines from "AHS: Coven" Episode 13: "The Seven Wonders"

I've chosen caviar from the Caspian Sea served on blinis along with champagne as fitting stand-ins as we partake of our own last supper.

When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I understood like a child, I thought like a child. But when I became a woman, I put aside childish things.

Put aside fears, reservations and petty things.

Kick ass tomorrow.

What if I can't do it?

Almost sounds like you want it.

Commonly only known to the public as mind control. It's a tricky little craft. When properly exercised, can bend the strongest of wills to your desire.

Nobody controls my mind but me.

Knock it off!

Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!

Well done.

I'm not done.

Now, lick it.

That's enough. Let's move on.

Having fun yet?

If your soul hasn't returned to your body by sunup, you'll die.

You're the first to return.

It was horrible. I was stuck on a network musical. It was a live version of The Sound of Music. I wasn't even the lead.

I'm right here, it's okay.

Freak. You're a freak.

No, I don't wanna kill a living thing.

No, you can't make me kill a living thing.

We have to help her.

There's nothing we can do.

Follow my voice.

You're a stone-cold bitch.

When you play with fire, you get burned.

Tag, you're it.

Gotcha. No tag-backs.

Can't we just have a little fun?

Suck it. Ha-ha-ha!

Nothing's happening.

What's "deserve" got to do with any of this?

So either crown me or kiss my ass.

I can feel all their eyes on me.

Maybe we deserve to die out.

Why did you leave me? You said you'd never leave me

My mother was always right.

How true is it that a prophet is never recognized in his own country?

Well, I guess it's different when it's your own family.

You have royal blood in your veins.

I was a fool not to have realized it earlier, seeking all this time in the dust for that which may have been right before us all along.

You must let it out.

I'd stake your life on it.

I'm not stupid.

Are you ready?

What did you see?

This thing started as a competition. I say we end it like one.

Divination. Let's rock.

This is stupid. I'm not doing it.

Let me show you real power.

Divination first.

We're doing this by the book.

I'm sick of your book.

I have so many powers, I could tear this room apart until there's nothing left but your little trinkets, but, no, I have to do this bullshit.

There's something in the thing.

Because the game is rigged, [NAME]. Wake up.

You would accuse us of chicanery?

I didn't even wanna come here.

I'm going back to Hollywood where people are normal.

I suggest you change the locks, because when I tell TMZ everything it won't be long before torches, pitchforks, and Molotov cocktails become a real big part of your day.

Peace out!

What do you want, dumb-ass?

You let her die.

Why did you let her die?

You know that dark place! We've both been there!

I did it for us.

You're not that good an actress.

No one will wonder where the body went once we bury her.

Since your extraordinary public statement last month there has been quite a bit of fanfare.

We are not a cult. We don't proselytize. We have no agenda. We're not recruiting.

Women who identify as witches are born as such and their abilities, which we call powers are part of who they are, part of their DNA, if you will.

So in fact, you're saying that it's not a choice, being a witch.

There are so many young witches who have resisted their calling because they're afraid of how they may be perceived, or what's expected of them.

But you know, when you hide in the shadows, you are less visible, you have less protection.

We'll always be targets for the ignorant. It is what it is.

There is a home and a family waiting for you.

I'm so proud of you.

Start by telling them that being an authority figure requires you to make hard, unpopular decisions for the greater good.

Your tasteful modesty is out of fashion, so knock it off.

Thanks to you, we're entering a new era.

You've planted the seeds but in order to reap their harvest, you have to clear the rot of the past.

I love your metaphors, but I have no idea what you're talking about.

I'm not suggesting. I'm insisting.

You want to be burned at the stake?

At the start of your glorious reign the last thing you need is an ABSCAM or Watergate.

I killed and I must pay for it.

I didn't hear this.

I've made many painful mistakes in my life. I want my death to have some meaning.

Stiff upper lip, my dear.

You cannot be a hypocrite. I won't stand for it.

Any last words?

Balenciaga!

I'm excited. I wanna get in there and show what I can do.

You gotta check this shit out. Line's around the block.

We'll buy more houses if we have to.

I got your back.

Should we open the doors now?

There's just one more thing I need to deal with.

I saw you die.

You men, with your fragile egos.

We still have a deal, babe.

I'm going to Paris for just a couple days.

Why? Why would she decide to do that?

I mean, it won't be pleasant for you. But if you do it right, I promise you the world.

I'm gonna put something inside you.

What happens when I wake up from this vision?

If you're gonna offer me your spit, I'll take it straight from the spigot.

I ruined a perfectly good pair of Jimmy Chaos.

I knew you'd get rid of him for me, once he served his purpose.

Whose blood was it?

I never killed anybody. Not yet.

That was the plan. Let you do the dirty work.

You didn't come here to kill me.

You were hoping I'd put you out of your misery, but I don't need to. You're close. I doubt you'll make it through the night.

Is that why you were always so awful to me? Because you knew I was going to take your power some day?

A woman becomes a mother, she can't help but see her mortality in that cherubic little face.

Every time I looked at you, I saw my own death.

You were a constant reminder of my worst fears.

Oh, and all this time, I thought you just didn't like me.

It was nothing personal, darling.

I loved you plenty, though. Just my own way. Which, I'll admit, had its limitations.

I can feel the power vibrating off of you.

It feels good, doesn't it?

I have to die for you to truly live.

I'm not crying over you. I'm crying for me.

You were the monster in every one of my closets.

A lifetime spent either trying to prove myself to you, get close to you, or get away from you.

God knows you'll do a better job of it than I ever did though you won't look half as good doing it.

For God's sake, have mercy on me. Put me out of my misery. I hurt everywhere.

You're scared, maybe for the first time in your life.

You have to do this alone. And the only way out is through. So feel the fear and the pain. Let it all in and then let it all go.

I don't think we ever hugged.

You're up. I hope you're hungry.

Oh, get those goddamn things out of my face.

Why you always gotta be like this?

I'm tired of fighting.

How long have we been here?

If you want a stiff one, come over here.

Don't be vulgar.

Maybe you ought to lay off the sauce for a while.

Drink in the fresh air.

I can't spend eternity here.

This place it reeks of fish and cat piss.

I'm in heaven.

All right, let's open the doors.

We survived. Up until now, that's all we've done.

I know together we can do more than survive. It's our time to thrive.

#rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay memes #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #ahs #ahs coven

[anthologyoflucas]

Talia is walking through the woods in the middle of the night with just a flashlight to guide her. "Don't know what I'm doing.. this is not my job.. I should be at home watching anime." She's singing a little ditty to herself as she keeps walking the woods following scratches on the trees and the faint sound of rustling and movement.

Something has been mutilating people just outside her town and she was probably the best bet at finding and eliminating it. How? She has no clue. She was just gonna go glowy-eyed and hope she could pull off this hunting thing.

#we're the authors of our lives. (open rp) #the nephilim. (talia) #v; main

[anthologyoflucas]

Patrol has been quiet so they're gonna work on their physics homework while they eat. They are perched on a skyscraper rooftop, a sandwich in their hand, looking over projected screen from their phone.

They type between bites until a sound draws their attention. They pocket their phone and pull their mask down again as they stand to see what was happening.

#the spider. (skyler) #v; main #we're the authors of our lives. (open rp)

[anthologyoflucas]

Ilia was sitting on a bench at the park, looking over the file Dr. Sung left with her. She had to find someone who can help her and get these files to them so they knew what was going on and what Ilia was. She heard a car approaching and looked up, her eyes widening as she recognized the driver. Ilia quickly put the file away and slid her backpack on before starting to walk towards a crowd.

She knew they wouldn’t open fire on her or try to grab her with people around, they would do anything to avoid attention. The car was driving behind her, trying to follow and wait for an opportune moment to grab her. Ilia was trying to keep calm, everything inside her told her to panic and run, she watched the ground as she walked, tears stinging her eyes as she tried to focus on keeping her powers under control.

She heard a car door open and she bolted, running as fast as she could past as many people trying to get lost in the crowd. She let out a yelp as she ran into someone, falling back onto the ground as she looked up at the stranger, terrified.

#We're the authors of our lives. (Open rp) #the lab rat. (Ilia) #v; just close your eyes // the sun is going down. // you’ll be alright // no one can hurt you now.

[anthologyoflucas]

“Deviled Eggs imply the existence of Angeled Eggs and a theology based on an Egg Heaven and Egg Hell.” Talia has been thinking way too hard about this.

#we're the authors of our lives. (open rp) #the nephilim. (talia) #v; main

[anthologyoflucas]

“It’s snowing!!!” Ilia is at the window with the widest eyes and biggest smile, watching the flakes fall.

#We're the authors of our lives. (Open rp) #the lab rat. (Ilia) #v; just close your eyes // the sun is going down. // you’ll be alright // no one can hurt you now. #v; you've got a big heart // the way you see the world // it got you this far. #v; you don't have to worry // you reach for my hand // yeah i know you're gonna be okay! #v; send me an angel // the nicest angel you have. #v; the river knows to reach the sea // rain will help the flowers be // we're the same // you and me.

[anthologyoflucas]

“HELP I ACCIDENTALLY SET A LEMON ON FIRE!” Talia is holding onto the fridge for support, watching the lemon burn and cringing from the smell.

#We're the authors of our lives. (Open rp) #the nephilim. (talia) #v; a small town like ours ain’t much // but sometimes home is where your ass ends up. #v; used monsters as an excuse to lie awake // now the monsters are the ones that i have to face // no band aids for the growing pains.

[anthologyoflucas]

Ilia was exhausted. She had been running for so long. She couldn’t slow down, she couldn’t stop. If they caught her, she would never have another chance to escape.

After running for three days straight, she came to a city. Some exploring led to an abandoned building. Ilia snuck her way in, hoping she could get some rest before she kept moving. She didn’t know how far she had traveled, and right now she didn’t care. She closed the door behind her, moving a table to block it so she would know if anyone found her. Ilia set her backpack down, huddling on the floor in front of a couch as everything finally sunk in.

The only person who was ever kind to her was dead… gone… she would never have that warmth again, never see her smile again. If she was captured, that death would be for nothing.

Ilia’s breathing became ragged as tears stung her eyes. The couch, the table and other furniture starting to float as she broke down into sobs. Dr. Sung’s screams echoed in her head, “RUN”, followed only seconds later by multiple gunshots.

Soon, everything got quiet, and everything went black. Ilia had passed out. The furniture came crashing down, luckily missing her, but drawing attention to the abandoned building.

#We're the authors of our lives. (Open rp) #the lab rat. (Ilia) #v; Just close your eyes // the sun is going down // You’ll be alright // no one can hurt you now. #death tw

[anthologyoflucas]

“These spirits, pure as light could bring. An endless flow of water, spring, back to places cursed with death and waste.”

#We're the authors of our lives. (Open rp) #the freckled bard. (alya) #v; brave new world same old crowd // good things whisper // bad things shout // i don’t hear ‘em now! #v; when we stand with friends and we won't retreat // as we stare down death // then the taste is sweet!

[anthologyoflucas]

Alya was grinning looking at one of the stalls in the town, they had beautiful journals and her lyric book was getting full.. She was talking with the attendant when her attention was drawn by a soft voice.

“…A..Alya..?” She looked to who said her name, her eyes widening and a small smile appearing on her face,

“Thyme!-“ then her eyes widened and her entire demeanor changed, taking a step back and trying to calm her breathing as she realized what this meant, “-Thyme…” all joy from her voice had drained, filled with fear and dread.

“There you are! Gods you can be so easy to lose someti-” the elf approached, his ears perking up as he saw the human. A smirk crossing his face as he put a hand to his hip, close enough to draw his saber from under his golden cloak when needed. “Well well well, it’s been a while Sunlight.”

“E..Elwin…” Alya was frozen not expecting to see him like this. She glanced to the ground, tensing at his nickname.

He took a step toward her, circling like a vulture. “It’s been almost.. four years since you abandoned us?” He questioned tauntingly,

“I didn’t abandon anyone…” Her eyes closed tightly, as he brushed a hair to tuck it behind her ear.

“You grew your hair out…”

A vine grabbed Elwin’s wrist and tugged him back to Thyme’s side. “Behave. Any violence or trouble will reflect on the clan and then we’ll have to move camp once again.” Thyme asserted softly. Elwin growled at the plantmancer’s words but knew they were right.

“You are quite talkative today.” He hissed pulling his wrist free from the plant, making Thyme flinch in response.

#We're the authors of our lives. (Open rp) #v; brave new world same old crowd // good things whisper // bad things shout // i don’t hear ‘em now! #v; when we stand with friends and we won't retreat // as we stare down death // then the taste is sweet! #the freckled bard. (alya) #you can’t save the world inside of your head // you think the prize waits for you think again! (elwin) #i cut the arrow from your neck // stretch you beneath the tree // among the roots and baby's breath i covered us with silver leaves! (thyme)

[anthologyoflucas]

Iris’s breathing was shallow. She dropped the glasses she had been carrying and stared wide eyed at the entrance to the bar. She was no stranger to seeing these specters, but usually she could ignore them, let them fade away into the background. This was different, she recognized this spirit.

He was the one who followed her so closely when she was a child, the scary man that haunted her even in the safety of her bed. He was the reason her parents felt so concerned and decided to move.

She was only dragged out of her daze by Pete snapping to get her attention, clearly concerned. “Iris, Iris! Are you okay?” Pete looked over where she was staring seeing nothing, and worried that she was having a medical emergency. As she snapped back out of her trance, he let out a sigh of relief. He then gently held her wrist, looking over her hand, “you’re bleeding..” He wasn’t worried about the drinks or cups, Talia could take care of that. Right now his granddaughter looked terrified, and pale like a ghost, and he wanted to help her.

Iris pulled her hand back from him looking over her wound, “I..I’m okay.. I just need a minute. I’m sorry.” Iris walked towards the back of the bar, exiting to sit outside and get fresh air, bringing the first aid kit with her to patch up her hand.

#We're the authors of our lives. (Open rp) #the seer. (iris) #v; main

[anthologyoflucas]

“Centaurs have 6 limbs and are therefore insects, discuss.” Talia says before sipping her coffee and watching the world burn.

#We're the authors of our lives. (Open rp) #the nephilim. (talia) #v; a small town like ours ain’t much // but sometimes home is where your ass ends up. #v; used monsters as an excuse to lie awake // now the monsters are the ones that i have to face // no band aids for the growing pains.

[anthologyoflucas]

“Most attractive Mario character, go.”

Be warned there are only two right answers, in Talia’s opinion.

#We're the authors of our lives. (Open rp) #the nephilim. (talia) #v; a small town like ours ain’t much // but sometimes home is where your ass ends up. #v; used monsters as an excuse to lie awake // now the monsters are the ones that i have to face // no band aids for the growing pains.

[anthologyoflucas]

Talia is watching two dudes in a parking lot scream at each other with gestures and clear anger.

“I have absolutely no idea what they’re saying. Like I can tell they’re swearing, and by their body language I assume they’re lovers.” The nephil says with a shrug, as she continues to watch while she drinks her caprisun.

#We're the authors of our lives. (Open rp) #the nephilim. (talia) #v; a small town like ours ain’t much // but sometimes home is where your ass ends up. #v; used monsters as an excuse to lie awake // now the monsters are the ones that i have to face // no band aids for the growing pains.

[anthologyoflucas]

Elwin smirked to himself, twirling the dagger around his fingers as he stared Alya down. She was defensive, watching him cautiously and holding tightly to her flute. He’s too fast for her to fight head on.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to get you alone? Away from any annoyances or possible distractions?” He asked with a fanged grin.

“We’re not alone. I know you have backup close by. You never fight without support, never had the confidence to.” She spat back, making him growl in anger. His twirling of the dagger stopped, getting a tight grip on the handle.

“I’m going to make you beg for death.”

#we've got tomorrow // we're the pages in the wind // we've got tomorrow // we're the tale that lies within! (drabble) #We're the authors of our lives. (Open rp) #the freckled bard. (alya) #you can’t save the world inside of your head // you think the prize waits for you think again! (elwin) #((idk i want angsty))