๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐- A primarily horror centered multi-muse and multi-fandom indie roleplay blog featuring both cannon muses and ocs. Please read rules before following. Minors dni!
-Penned by Spรผk
Formerly Bells-Of-Black-Sunday
Psd, promo, and most of my graphics made by my good friend, Belphegor
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This is a game that has extremely heavy themes, so please be aware of that! There's some things said that are extremely dark within their own context, so discretion is advised. Also obvious dialogue spoilers for the game.
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"I hope this hurts."
"The only thing that's worth than dyin' is not gettin' paid."
"Man. Pony Express bosses really aren't chill at all, huh?"
"C'mon. One look won't hurt."
"How exactly is this group therapy committee planning on getting in there?"
"I nearly corked a kid once!"
"You were goddamn born fully corked!"
"For better or worse I'm captain now. I'll figure it out."
"He doesn't want to keep still anymore."
"What about the pain killers?"
"...You did make it through nursing school right?"
"I'll take care of it."
"Why do you think he did it?"
"Does it matter? What answer would make you feel any better?
"I have to believe our worst moments don't make us monsters, [name]."
"He tried to take us all down with him, [name]."
"As I see it there's two reasons to keep him alive at this point. Guess the important bit is that we all agreed to it. For one reason or another."
"I'm workin'. Blue collar fools can't afford to stop working even when the machine does. Go figure."
"I ain't letting anyone else mess around in there."
"I warned her, but it was in one ear and out the other."
"Then there's that teeny bopper only thinkin' with his downstairs longnose just like my useless kids back home."
"Are we doing the right thing...?"
"...Are you listening?"
"Couldn't sleep again, but I passed the psych eval?"
"I do wish you'd open up a little more, [name]."
"He acts as if I do these things for fun."
"I've known him a long time. He won't try any bullshit with me."
"They can't expect me to work miracles!"
"I don't know what it means, but... it sounds like fun."
"Passed inspection, right? Shouldn't be an issue."
"I take it [name] diagnosed you with "being sane" then?"
"...How are things otherwise? Off the record."
"I like it. We're in control here."
"How come it always feels like you're standing on the edge of a bridge with your feet in cement?"
"Is this enough? Should I just stay here because I've been successful at it?"
"It's terrifying. I think, "Am I figured out? Is this all I'll ever be?" Or do I take the risk and try something new? Even if I'm bad at it."
"Hm. I guess I get it. You've reached the highest rung on this ladder and now you're thinkin' you might be on the wrong ladder altogether. Still a long way down from the top no matter how you look at it... While I'm still climbing and climbing."
"Hey I believe in you! Here. On Earth. Doesn't matter."
"...It's all mouthwash."
"I s'pose we'll smell good at least."
"Guess anyone could get seriously blasted off this stuff."
"Yeah and kill you in the process."
"...Hey. What's wrong?"
"That's all it said on the report from management. We will receive the paycheck for this delivery. I don't know anymore than that."
"...So I guess you got what you wanted. Without the guilt."
"...[name]. If I had known..."
"I can go back to my, how'd you put it? "Struggle of a life.""
"I'm just working on my life being a place I don't have to fucking escape!"
"We're the ones you're trying to escape! Leave the dirt behind now that your boots are clean."
"You just couldn't frame it to yourself in a way that still kept you as the hero."
"Let's have some fucking cake, hmm?"
"Come on. Stop with the noise."
"I know what everyone is thinking. The way they look at me. What can I even say?"
"I hope these make you feel fucking better."
"Take responsibility."
"Sometimes you can only get the subpar stuff. That' what makes the really good stuff, well, good, right?"
"Hey. We all tried to escape. It didn't work for any of us."
"I've thought many times, "Hey is this what peace feels like? And is this good enough?" If I'm being real it certainly isn't the best. So all I can try to do is make my life one I'm not trying to run from all the time."
"Mom found this internship for me. Such a slacker she said."
"I don't know. I just never know what I wanted to be. Never was good at anything."
"We're not done yet, [name]."
"Listen, listen! This is the best part. Aa-waay-oooo!"
"You're a mess, [name]."
"[name] pullin' the plug on the party before it's the last call!"
"you thinking about drinking that too?"
"Honestly, yeah. It'd probably just make me sick. Wouldn't fix anything, as much as I'd like it to."
"...You're not serious."
"Look I've entertained your sentimentality up until now, but I'm actually trying to fix things [name]!"
"...I'm sorry. I didn't mean toโ"
"...I don't think I understood the pressure you were under before. Fuck. And you tried to tell me."
"Our worst moments don't make us monsters, huh?"
"I'll get us both through this."
"You heard [name]. I wouldn't put it past them to do something extreme right now."
"What would you have done?"
"Anything. Anything. You, the crew, you're all my responsibility."
"I know you'd never give me the gun to protect myself, so the least I can do... is make sure he never gets it either."
"...The bleeding won't stop. Just try to sit still [name]."
"It's alright, [name]. Calm down."
"I though you were dumber than a can of paint, always chewing me ear off about something. Useless ray of goddamn sunshine. Not an ace student, career workhorse or force of ambition. Just a damn good kid trying his best. You coulda taught an old fool like me a lot."
"Why can't any of you give me some time to fucking think!?"
"How do you still not understand? It's over. End of the fuckin' line."
"Take care of it."
"All I ever hear is how great of a leader you are. God, it's so annoying."
"Or this can be remembered as a tragedy. Despite what must have been the best efforts of it's acclaimed captain. The crew never found. No one survived to tell the tale."
"You're standing at the top. Feet in cement. I get it now. Right?"
"[Name], t-tell me you didn't."
"I won't give up on you, even like this, I believe in you. We're going to make it through this."
"I have something to say. So shut the fuck up and listen."
"So I got a collar shirt, a mortgage. Everything that makes a good man."
"I wanted to believe I was never one set-back away from my worst self."
"I've got nothing to hide. I'll face the music. I can see myself for what I am. But you? A cowardly, selfish motherfucker and you can't even see it."
"[Name]. I'm going to fix everything. We're going to make it."
"Fuck you."
"I know what you think of this predicament of yours. Poor you. Caged and misunderstood."
"Shut up. [Name] tried his best. I did too, but he's the better man."
"You really mean all that, huh?"
"I fucked up, but I can make things right."
"You always had my back. I ended up I ended up hurting you even though I was trying to save us."
"It's like you said, together we can fix anything."
lack of interaction โ lack of interest. sometimes, life gets in the way, or my muse doesn't cooperate with me the way i want, or i'm simply too anxious to take the first step. but just because we currently don't have any interactions going, doesn't mean that i'm not interested in writing with you and your muse(s). maybe the perfect opportunity hasn't presented itself yet, or i couldn't think of a good enough plot but that never ever has anything to do with you. after all, we're mutuals for a reason and that's usually because i enjoy seeing you on my dash and would love to write with you โ whenever that may happen.
1. You only have to deal with Michael. He's fine he'll just be reading, but there's pvp across the aisle
2. You only have to deal with Bell who might try to the preachy, but your mostly dealing with Minos drinking across the aisle
3. You only have to deal with Tar. he's kind of smelly, might join the pvp who knows
4. You only have to deal with Follie, shes got so much ink, but will probably be sketching
5. You only have to deal with Yijun, absolute nightmare of whining and complaining. 100% doing red light therapy when everyone's trying to sleep.
6. Stuck between Gabe and that stupid robot (V.1), the pvp zone. The Hell zone, but maybe you're built different.
7. Window seat, but you have to deal with M.inos and Luci who will be arguing. Because why the fuck is he doing all that on a plane. (Either way)
8. Dealing with Aita and Thistle, Thistle would be fine, but Aita is 100% getting at least a lil' fucked up, might bother Minos when he sees him doing the same.
9. Stuck between two edge lords, S.talker and K.ullervo, they're completely silent, but there's still hell going on two rows behind.
10. Dealing with Luanne and Cirith, mixed bag. Luanne's pleasant company, but Cirith is fucking weird. Furthest away from the nightmare area, probably best to put in ear buds and zone out.
assigned seats
1. Michael is fine
2. Bell is fine
3. Tar is fine
4. Follie is inky, but fine.
5. Yijun sucks, but its fine.
6. I'm built for the pvp zone
7. Luci and Minos are fine, I can ignore them
8. Aita and Thistle are fine, they're a vibe.
9. Edgy, might accidentally get stabbed, but fine.
10. Luanne and Cirith are 100% fine.
Spooky's peeping corner / I'm spiritually bald / whatever else
P.owerscaling is already kind of a stupid argument, because you can exaggerate literally anything and that's how you get "erm ackshully with enough prep time B.atman can kill God" however, V.1 is always funny as fuck to me whenever it's brought upโ
Yes, this tiny 5ft tall robot has killed things that are a threat to all of existence in under 3 mins. Yes, this thing has bodied archangels in under 3 mins. Yes, this thing moves faster than a train. Yes, this thing can practically fly from sheer momentum alone. Yes, this thing can make fleshy things explode by just punching them. etc. etc.
That's what makes it to interesting, is that it's the only one of it's kind especially after it killed defeated and killed V.2 and tore its arms off to graft onto itself. There is not other robot like this and it's kind of a mystery why it is the way it is. Especially since these were initially planned to enter full scale production, imagine five thousand of these things running around.
Despite the exact appearance - down to the exact details - Venus bore of Nova, there's something off about her. Perhaps more confidence dwelling within Venus's shoulders or how she made a steady eye contact instead of darting her eyes away and made herself smaller.
Michael had been expecting Nova, but even he knew this wasn't the angel he was used to dealing with. His hands folded at his waist, staring down at her with a slight tilt of his head never breaking her gaze. He wasn't quite sure what to make of her really.
"Is there something you needed?" He asked, at least one way to start a conversation and figure out what's going on.
The disciple's hands gently cleaned the scrape, he might as well be a doctor at this point with how many injuries other powers had sustained and he had to sew it. For once he was just glad it was nothing serious. Bellum paused for a second tilting his head at her before moving to bandage it. Mostly just to keep it clean.
"It's best take care of yourself. Your body is sacred, you wouldn't want to squander one of The Lord's gifts." Despite the severity of his words, he wasn't lecturing her more stating a fact in his mind, "Or you could just want to avoid scars. Whatever works."
Satisfied with his work, he sat back on the grass folding his hands in his lap. It was strange... interacting with other angels of a similar status that weren't others like him. Powers. Defenders. Mentored and trained personally by Gabriel. Nova was less intense. Strange for lack of a better word.
Tarhos let out a small, warm chuckle, and placed a small kiss on the top of Lucifer's head "you're so, cute, like this, very well, your wish is my comand, Angel."
Tarhos's hand carefully moved away from Lucifer's cunt for a moment, and moving to adjust how Lucifer was sat on him, so one of his legs was over one of Lucifer's, and his throbbing clit had access to Lucifer's cunt, while he didn't have the size of a dick, it was certainly on the large side for a clit.
Which Tarhos would use to start to fuck Lucifer, his hand returning to Lucifer's croch but now it would hold Lucifer's cock out of the way, and slowly stroke it, he wanted the main sensation to be his hips meeting Lucifer's, but he wasn't about to leave a part of his Angel neglected "How is this doing it for you?"
Lucifer quietly whineed when Tarhos's fingers stopped, but still he let the knight move him however he needed him to. Perfectly placid, grasping onto the him for support as he was filled again. The angel let out a shaky breath, his claws digging into the others flesh as he practically purred.
"It's perfect, keep goingโ Fuckโ don't stop!"
His veil fell back into place as he pulled his head back, grasping Tarhos's face in his claws to force him to look into his eyes before he'd kiss him through the sheer fabric. Lucifer's claws moved to tangle themselves in the knight's hair, gently tugging on it as he moved his hips with his. Moaning against his lips as he did his best to stay still.
His cock leaked over Tarhos's fingers, clear fluid painting his fingers in the same red sheen his cunt did. He was so close, but doing his best to keep himself together. His tail curled and twitched, as his feathers puffed, he was content to be used as much as Tarhos wanted him.
Simple answer: just the s.isyphisian insurrectionists seeing heaven as betraying them
Though I don't know why they would see him that way...? Angels are already their enemy, they're trying to kill Heaven. Maybe a previous F.erryman? Much to ponder.
A major part of the tumblr rp experience is refreshing the dash and see your mutual roleplaying with someone else. Or maybe they're answering asks, reblogging musing posts, making an OOC post here and there. However, there will be times where you are waiting on a plot, an ask, or a roleplay to be responded to and you see your partner interacting or engaging more with other people.
Again, the mind is a cruel thing. Inadequacy, jealousy, general anxieties stem up sometimes, it's part of being human. But what's important is how you act on these emotions. Please remind yourself that sometimes, things take time. Not all plots go somewhere. Sometimes, someone may not be feeling their muse for that rp. Maybe they just got really busy. Thousands of reasons, but none of them have anything to do with how much they like you as a person.
And that's okay. This isn't homework-- People should be allowed to pin down what they want to write and write it as they please. If you really want specific interactions, you can always send ic / anonymous asks to muses. You can make your own starter calls. Please don't put all of your eggs into one basket, as you will come to resent the people who don't immediately refill it. Don't be a goob, you have people who enjoy you AND your writing.
Lucifer chuckled bringing his fingers up to his lips, "I should be the one giving the compliment, you look far better than I do. Made in The Father's image. Trust me you look far prettier than I could ever be."
He smoothed out his skirt before folding his hands at his waist, "Eden is lucky to have the honor of you being the first woman."
what better way to flaunt his standing than to grab his beautiful pet bird. asteraoth grabs gabriel by the collar he keeps on him, yanking him up into his lap. "come now. be a pretty thing for your master." he growls out, leaning his face in so fangs run along the fallen's neck. "perhaps i'll let you hunt." he promises darkly, chuckling. "i just need my pretty little whore for a bit. think you can put out and be useful?"
Gabriel was barely paying attention to the arguing really. Just another day of something Aster was mad at. However when Bellum uttered his name, that's when he really got irritated. Why drag him intoโ
It didn't take much to get him to move, following obediently into his lap like the perfect lap dog he was. He hummed practically purring at Asteraoth's words, whatever irritation he had vanished the moment he got offered being able to hunt for once. His tail curled as he let his armor vanish, wings that covered his face unfurling out like flower petals as he curled up on him. Legs gently swaying, the loincloth attached to his belt barely providing what modesty it could.
He hesitantly reached out stroking the nephilim's cheek as he rested his face in the crook of his neck glaring at anyone who was watching. Trying to act possessive over a man he barely cared about beyond where his next meal was coming from and what comfort such a being could provide. But... if thats what he wanted. He could act like the only reason he hadn't pounced on Aster was the fact there was company around. He could practically taste the blood he could spill given the chance, he just had to be good for a few minutes.