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sylin city parliament cordially invite you to attend the second annual masquerade ball in order to stave off the dreariness of the season! refreshments will be provided, and formal attire is required. please leave your weaponry at home and dance the night away! ...however, this year not all is as it seems. it appears someone has placed a riddle on the back of the invitations. who-- or what-- could have done this, and why?
ZUGZWANG is an illustrated panfandom roleplay with a twist-- characters must either choose to give up their memories or abilities to play the chessmaster's game. with a progression system that lets you earn back what you've lost and over fifty active fandoms, the sky is the limit!
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He still remembers the sound of gunshots, pleas and the sting of the gun. The bullet that grazed his shoulder. The redhaired woman's threats to send them all to hell and the way her eyes sparked fire, some sort of savage prepared to rend the world asunder.
technically this isnt from my last post, but my second to the last? tldr this character was referring to another character of mine who'd gone feral after he and some npcs messed with her ship half. And i just. am biased. i like the imagery ;w;
a bit of context here but my character was involved in a terrorist attack that destroyed an important building. she caught the instigator of the attack and turned them in, but never revealed her identity so the mourning public wants answers on who the hero was. she's been hounded by press and police to expose herself but kept avoiding the matter because she didnt want the glory and didnt think she was the person they were trying to build up. in an important meeting with the city council, they decided to turn down another character's offer to fund the rebuilding of the demolished building. my girl snapped and then---
The man at the podium taps his mic. "Forgive me, Miss. But who are you to speak for them?"
Despite it all, she knows.
So there's no hesitation when she says, "My name is Cecilia St. Romain, and I'm the person who caught the first shooter. I speak for no one but myself and what I've seen."
Death had given Scallio a level of peace he'd been unable to find in life. He could still feel the fire that was his anger burning in the pit of his chest, but its intensity had waned. For the first time since his childhood, he was no longer overwhelmed by its heat. His mind had cleared, and because of it, he could reflect on the things that he'd kept locked away. All of the emotions and pain that he'd walled off behind his anger were now free to flow through him. It was...overwhelming.
I've really been struggling with RP, both in an emotional way and also in a "I have no proper Internet access" way, but sometimes, very rarely, I do panfandom RP, and I do it very badly. Vague P5 spoilers? Do I need to warn when the game is as old as it is?
None of this is helped by the bombshell that the brunet drops so casually into the middle of conversation. Cool as ice, soft as snow, like his death on that ship hadn't become Akira's single greatest mistake and single greatest regret, the miserable axis around which all his guilty conscience circumvents. Everything that follows flows off his mind like rain water down window panes. How can Akechi keep smiling like that? It really must be a game now. Anything else would be too painful to think about.
my writing isn't super fancy or detailed but this one still hits me in the feels... ;~;
There were handfuls of people who he couldn't be influenced by seeing. People who he could harm with ease but with the sight of this man... the knife in his pocket suddenly felt heavier than it had before.
And all those things I didn't say Wrecking balls inside my brain
Cecilia'd tried to define love for a good half of her life. How strange is it to think it can be found with a witch who lies as easily as he breathes, collects secrets like beads, and whose method of bargaining would be to grin as he upturns the board without reprieve, damn everything else. The very same witch whose eyes are too warm, and whose smile is too dimpled, and whose moods can shift as easily as her own. Almost like those dances they've grown so fond of together; it takes two.
I may or may not be soft for writing quiet romantic moments--
Some didn't take well to the appearance of people donned in Farnessan colors and Farnessan attitudes -- their assistance labeled as interference, blessings as curses and presence as time wasted -- but others were more receptive.
not from my last post but tbh i still really like the angst here.
"Can do, detective." It's said with that same easy, characteristic, boyish grin. As if nothing was wrong whatsoever.
(But no, it is, isn't it? When he looks at him as if he'd sooner want him gone, cold and cutting in a way that feels more belonging to anyone else but him. He'd made his own assumptions as to why; times spent and prioritized, choosing one over the other. Devotion to a cause demands so much, in the end. Lucas made his choice there, a thousand times over. It was never him. So maybe the hostility makes sense.)
lovers to enemies due to opposing sides? we love to see it.
I haven't written in forever, but my fiance asked for a short story between our old characters for her birthday, so I tried to start it last night. I don't even remember writing this, since I was delirious with pain and sleepiness, but I kind of like it a lot?
The parched earth cracked under his boots, grey dust and splinters of what was once a forest. Some twisted remnants of trees remained, jutting from the ground like the shattered bones of a colossal beast, bleached white and bare of leaves. It was a sobering reminder of what they’d lost - what they still had left to lose.
Currently working on an original setting and wanted to share something from it.
Frightening creatures, Maliced come in a variety of sizes and shapes from draconic and beast-like to eldritch and avian. Most lack any sense of self-awareness and rely purely on instinct. Unfortunately, their instinct is to destroy and consume. Capable of consuming anything - from organic and inorganic matter to emotions. What exactly they hunger for varies from Maliced to Maliced. Regardless of what it is, they will never get full.