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template: [x]
independent mothra roleplay blog
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multi-ship / multiverse / crossovers friendly
literate / multi-para
rules | about | guest muse | mobile friendly pages
𝗖𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻-𝗗𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁 portrayal of 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐍 from "Bang Brave Bang Bravern".
21+ for general IC interactions.
🔞Minors DNI.🔞 Ageless blogs will be removed.
Headcanon-centric portrayal.
THREADS: Selective, private, mutuals only.
ASKS: Open to both mutuals and non-mutuals.
Personals/Non-RP blogs: Do NOT reblog rp threads.
RULES & BIO.
Want to subject your favourite character to the horrors of the Backrooms? Look no further!
Ashcross: Sub-Levels (est. March 2024) is a 25+, literate, multifandom, homebrew survival horror campaign based in discord. It is inspired by The Backrooms, but knowledge of lore is not necessary. Older writers (30+) are especially welcome. We are looking for active players with a passion for consistent, long-term storytelling and an interest in exploring liminal spaces.
Premise: Most of the campaign involves exploration of levels reminiscent of the Backrooms. Characters encounter obstacles, general creepiness, the absurdity of the rooms, and occasional traumatizing incidents with entities or environmental dangers. Group dynamic is paramount. Long character arcs and in-depth character interactions are highly encouraged. Canonically powerful characters must be depowered/powercapped.
Game Mechanics: We use a simple homebrew system that is a hybrid of player choice and dice rolls. The GM guides exploration, plans mini-events, and runs sessions through narrations and video clip references. We are PbP only and roleplay heavy with very little combat. Characters begin with base stats that fluctuate during the campaign to reflect their health status. New skills can be acquired, but leveling up isn't really our thing. We use Tupperbox for IC writing.
Sessions: Scheduled sessions occur WEEKLY on Saturdays (12pm PDT/PST). They are entirely text-based, so no voice calls. Most of them involve exploration and mini-events, but every month, there is a "main session" where major plot events and Big Horrors happen. Main sessions are scheduled monthly by group polls. Outside of sessions, we do a lot of freeform writing for character interaction, with the weekends being most active.
Expectations: We're primarily looking for players who can post multiple times a day for most of the week. Our post length is typically 100-300 words, and we rarely go over the basic discord text limit per post. Session writing for major plot events is on the shorter side and rapid-fire to keep up the momentum. Basic literacy, such as a good grasp on grammar, spelling, and sentence structure, is a requirement. Additionally, an interest in writing character-driven slice of life/mundane survival would be great. Availability over weekends is also preferred, as that's when the plot moves.
Interested? Apply here: https://discord.gg/bmqrwXp3he
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The nuzzles he received in return helped soothe his mind for a while, and he’d smile and churr deeply when the nibbles upon his snout were given, as he lets the tip of his tongue poke out as he gently licks Mothra’s fluff in return. “… Physically, no, my Beloved Sky. I am fine. Achim’s forces offered great resistance, but we all managed to combine our strength and take it down. Silas and MECH dealt with him in person, while me and some other Titans took down his base.”
“However… King Caesar was injured during the assault. He did his best to shield us from an energy weapon on the base, but he had the left side of his face injured as a result.” upon reminiscing that detail, the King’s expression drooped slowly, his eyes averting themselves from Mothra, and a soft, barely audible whine escaped his throat. He still felt guilty about that.
{{Sounds like you gave him his comeuppance. I only wish I had been around to witness it and offer my help.}} Mothra couldn’t help the sense of pride she felt for her Beloved Sea’s victory. She was happy to see her friends have finally triumphed over their shared foe.
{{Oh dear. I’d best visit him to treat his injuries.}} Upon noticing her king’s sorrow, Mothra gently cradled him with her wings, and rubbed her fluff to his cheek. {{Sacrifice is inevitable in battle, my love. You mustn’t burden yourself with guilt. As I recall, you’ve sustained your fair share of scars. Let others protect you too, my dearest.}}
Godzilla huffs as he approaches Mothra, his voice reduced to a mere distraught chuff as he noses and nudges his snout to Mothra's fluffy mane, seeking comfort. Seeking guidance. "It is done, my Queen... the monster Achim is no more..." he huffs, though clearly his mind is still worried.
{{Oh?}} Mothra knew Achim's downfall was bound to happen eventually, but she didn't think it would be so soon. Details could wait, however. She must first tend to her Beloved Sea and make sure he was all right. {{How are you, my dearest? Are you hurt?}} She nuzzled him in return, and gently nibbled his snout with her mandibles - her version of a kiss.
Moth mom wishes you a Happy Pride !
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“If ιt ιsᥒ’t mყ gorgᥱoᥙs frιᥱᥒd! Mothrᥲ, hoᥕ hᥲvᥱ ყoᥙ bᥱᥱᥒ?! Yoᥙ stιᥣᥣ ᥣook ᥲs rᥲdιᥲᥒt ᥲs ᥱvᥱr!”
Mothra gave a happy chirr, and landed in front of Paolumu. {{Hello, there~}} She greeted, the patterns of her wings flickering. {{Why, thank you, my dear! I’ve been quite well. How about you? Your fluff looks as luminous and luscious as ever!}}
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This was one of those absolutely insane and senseless daydreams.. Silas recalls one where he was tangled in her fluff while using Daedalus and had to cut himself free, but her fluff looked lopsided so he... trimmed it to give a more even look.
He doesn't cut other people's hair and to this day he doesn't understand why he became a barber for a giant moth in a daydream.
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"No, guys, I swear she's real. I know it sounds crazy, but Mothra's real. She just isn't around a lot cause, well, she's probably doing god stuff. I could summon her though. All I gotta do is think about it. ... Oh if she's so fake, then why don't you want me doing that? Huh? ... Whatever, dude, you're totally chicken."
"Any chance we could get her on our side in the war? ... Course not. Why would we ever be that lucky. ... I get that, but being neutral in a conflict like this is just going to get more people hurt in the long run."
lairofmxnsters:
“Well, can’t be any more uncomfortable tha-aAAAAAAAAAA–!”
Hjalmar felt himself get squished into Mothra’s fluff as she rapidly rose into the skies, which thankfully cushioned it all, but it was indeed a harsh change in climate as she’d take off and fly off. But he was not too bad off. He had gone hiking in tall mountains before, he had experienced thinner air before. So he’d just hold on as Mothra flew off–
And speaking of mountains, the moth Titan could clearly sense the energies of Fenrir coming from far to the north, in a very mountainous region. A gigantic cave, where cold was constantly emanating from.
Mothra couldn’t help but find the human’s response a tiny bit amusing, but for the sake of being polite, she kept it to herself. Instead of soaring for the clouds, she stayed only high enough to fly without obstructions in the way, settling into an easy glide that shouldn’t be too hard on his body.
{{Are you alright, my dear?}} She asked as she flew towards where she could feel Fenrir was. {{Our trip won’t be too long, but if you start to feel tired, we can take a short break before continuing on our way.}}
anotherhumanpet:
It was. Dennis had only come to know a handful alien assholes in his life, but he had also quickly learned that most - if not all - of them shared a lot of common traits, especially in the way they talked to people they didn’t like. As soon starts acting condescendingly towards him, he knows they’re a dick. So, Ghidorah fit the bill quite nicely as far as he was concerned.
“If they love fighting people so much, I know a couple of Decepticons he could wrestle with.” The teen scoffed, already making up a list of mecha for the hydra to throw down with, even if he had no real intentions of arranging such a brawl.
Mothra chittered, demeanor clearly amused. {{I’m sure they’d love that, but I’d rather not have to clean up after a fight on my island.}} She also had no reason to invite more hostile aliens to the source of life on Earth. At least the golden menace could be somewhat sensible when given the incentive.
{{If they bother you again, just call on me like you did before, and I’ll be right with you. I’m much better company than a hydra.}} Most creatures were better company than hydras.
musesbykai:
“Yeahhh, you’re right.” Oron chuckled at the elbow jab given to him by the goddess. “Maybe it just doesn’t feel all too important due to the whole system being fucked.” Taking a sip of his beer, the Aussie sighed. “Right now, that’s what I cherish most. Those lives that I save, knowing that they will be lived to the fullest and there isn’t another murder that day.” Finishing his drink, the aussie put it down. “So… I’ve been meaning to ask ya. Why do you stick around with us? I assume someone with power and capabilities such as yourself could visit anywhere that they choose.”
Mothra was happy to see the chuckling from Oron. He’d seemed pretty down when she first found him. {{I’m not very familiar with the way human society works, but it seems very complicated.}} Much more so than when she’d actively lived with them and participated in their daily lives. {{It’s important to recognize the fruits of your hard work, and you have saved many fruits!}} She chittered a little in amusement, and took a sip as well.
At his question, she tilted her head, and cast him a curious look. She wondered how much he’s surmised about the nature of her being, but that wasn’t a topic she thought needed bringing up. {{The Earth asked me to stay.}} She replied after a brief pause of thought. {{It craved life and protection, and, as an entity of Creation, I decided to heed its call.}}
musesbykai:
“Thank you, my queen.” Godzilla rumbled as he started to lie down close to Mothra. Knowing that she would be by his side during this bought him comfort. Already it was too painful for the king to think about, the fact that he thought so deeply about his actions was something he’s never really done up until this point. Wiping out the Kong species, he didn’t have to think about it. Killing Ghidorah was to save the world from an alien threat and the MUTOs… well they were above him in the food chain and he had to do what he did for survival. But this? This was the first moral dilemma Godzilla had faced. A huff escaped his nostrils, kicking up the dirt around his face. It was extremely difficult to keep his composure.
Mothra gave a gentle chirr, crawling forward and settling down on top of his head - her favourite place to be. Crouching down, she nuzzled him with her fluff in hopes of offering him a moment of reprieve. It was a small gesture, but she wanted him to know he had her full, unconditional support.
“It is not a weakness to hurt in your heart for the loss of life, my beloved. It takes true strength and courage to care so deeply about all the creatures of this world, even when they’d seek to harm you. They are fortunate to have you as their King. It’s just unfortunate that sometimes, being the protector and upholder of Balance requires that you take necessary steps that require violent measures.”
And the cosmos was filled with violence amidst its seeming serenity. Stars lived and died with silent screams, and life was so fragile within its tiny oases in uncaring universes. She only wished she could do more for him. She loathed to see him upset.
send a gossip to my muse!!
a gossip about them? about someone they love? maybe a blatant lie? you decide! go wild!!!