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➤ a semi-selective multifandom canon roleplay blog.

➤ penned by jason. rebooted in 2026. | partner/affiliate to @vendettavalor.

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" What do you have to show for yourself, Merc? Blood and gold? A broken throne? I will bury you so completely, the Earth will turn over a thousand times before your body is dug up. You can't run, you can't hide! You made this decision long ago! You can't back out of this deal! "

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kittyhelpsstuff

Send 🏳️‍🌈 + A muse to get a headcanon about a facet of their queer identity

Could be their orientation, gander identity, how involved they are in their community, if they're poly, or a lot of other things

#// unsurprising. they always return to the scene of the crime; prompts.

➤ INCOMING TRANSMISSION.

Happy Pride Month y'all! We're here and we're queer!

#// ooc.

➤ INCOMING TRANSMISSION. | CLOSED STARTER.

RECIPIENT. @lt-banks

FEATURING. Station Chief Kate Laswell; breaker of glass ceilings. right hand to the cia inspector general and expert strategic intelligence analyst. keen operative for international affairs. ally to task force 141. buyer and de facto management officer of stone defence services.

VERSE. Alternate.

As much as her career has been defined by it, Kate didn't find much joy in seeing the faces of those beneath her. Many presumed—and wrongfully so—it was because she didn't care. She made her bed, she laid in it, and she reaped the benefits of those on the ground. Unlike her colleagues, however, she was very aware of the circumstances. At least, she'd liked to believe herself to be. What tripped her up, encouraged her to keep to herself and focus on the tightest connections she had, was that the weight of loss was intense. Every bright-eyed face she'd read about in reports haunted her.

But she signed up for this. She knew the cost of war. And running from that wouldn't change things.

That was what inspired her to personally welcome the new talent in. At least, partially. The other part of it was justifying the buyout of Stone Defence Services (SDS) in the budget. She needed to know every detail possible to make this machine work, and while her conversations with Mr. Stone had been productive, there was only so much she could glimmer over phone calls and conference meetings. So, a handful of dossiers, and more than enough coffee to power the world for 30 days and 30 nights, and Kate was well on her way into this new role. She knew who to keep and where to keep them. All except for…

"Lieutenant Banks?" Her voice still carried on, even as administrative exhaustion began to settle on her features. She offered a polite nod and waved to the empty seat opposite her. "I must say, your history's impressive. Climbing through to the SAS as quickly as you did, serving with SDS the majority of that time… Not bad at all."

Empty as the words seemed, with each one poised as a jumping off point to get a read on the other through initiating conversation, there were hints of sincerity bleeding through.

#// the only order that can guarantee; threads.#// laswell.#// v; alternate.#lt-banks #// hope this is okay!

vendettavalor

Two does, a demon, and a detective walk into a bar...

This is a comprehensive mini-promo for all my sideblogs! If you're interested in writing with any of these muses, please feel free to check them out!

@dualvolt - Cyborg deer lady running her own independent tech shop and her badger-bunny best friend who makes a living playing pirates as a freelance mercenary.

@hellegate - Fallen Angel turned Archdemon Legate; full-time leader of all of Hell's military forces, and part-time trickster treating the earth as his playground.

@wiildcr - Wolfwalker PI who went solo after realizing that all cops are bastards and that the only way to beat a corrupt system is to take justice into her own hands.

#// we are the sheepdogs; shoutout.#dualvolt #hellegate #wiildcr #// GO FOLLOW MY PARTNER. NOW!! [insert lightning crackle]

➤ INCOMING TRANSMISSION. | OPEN STARTER.

OPEN TO. Mutuals, Non-Mutuals.

FEATURING. Robert Kelvin; former logistics quartermaster officer for the us military. pmc mercenary. traumatic brain injury survivor.

VERSE. Main (Sons of the Forest) / Flexible (Open to Modern / Tactical Settings); SFW only.

The change in light made Robert's head spin. He lurched forward as a hasty arm rose to shield his eyes, jaw clenching and stomach doubling as an intense bout of nausea bubbled forth. He heaved, limping forward and focusing on the shifting terrain beneath his feet in an attempt to avoid losing his lunch again. Even changing positions was enough to induce vertigo, but he knew that he couldn't stay in one place.

Not when he had no idea what that place was.

When his vision finally adjusted, he saw vast woodlands stretch miles before him. Their shade was nearly endless, only allowing trickling streams of sunlight through to warm what little skin was exposed. He breathed out slowly, blinking a few time before lowering his arm and attempting to get a lay of the land. The attempt was noble, but everything looked so… repetitive. Bland. The only landmarks he had on hand were the helicopter crash site, and the rundown shack he'd just emerged from. What made it worse was the fact that everything was silent. He touched at the dried blood beneath his ears and shook his head, pressing gloved fingers firmly to attempt smearing it off.

It stuck. And he pressed forth, deciding to follow the sun as it was the best chance he had at finding… well… anything. It was a consistent directional marker, and he knew that as it arched over his head and moved to set, he could find his way back to base before navigation became impossible.

#// what do you have to show for yourself; open starter.#// robert kelvin.#// v; undetermined.#open rp #open starter #sotf rp #military rp

➤ INCOMING TRANSMISSION. | OPEN STARTER.

OPEN TO. Mutuals, Non-Mutuals.

FEATURING. CRASH; former military instructor for the us marine corps. arena eternal fighter and combat trainer.

VERSE. Main (DOOM, Quake) / Flexible (Open to Modern / Tactical Settings); SFW only.

By some miracle, she had found an out. There was a lingering guilt at leaving those she had grown familiar with behind, yet at the same time, there was only so much fighting for survival that one could take. The illusion of immortality; fighting tooth and nail for the title and thinking one had finally found their last breaths, only to wake up and do it all over again. The only reminders were the scars left behind, and there were plenty that lingered as she pressed through that portal.

Only to realize she was right back where she began. Not in the Arena, but in the clutches of Hell.

While it was a welcome change of scenery, it was a dangerous one. A lethal one. Crash knew how the world here operated, and she knew that she could no longer fall back on the crutch of some game's sick rules. She was alive now. Mortal. Having to consider that possibility made her skin crawl.

She had to find a way out, fast. And hope that it didn't bring her back to that accursed place.

#// what do you have to show for yourself; open starter.#// crash.#// v; undetermined.#open rp #open starter #doom rp #military rp #quake rp #// technically canon deviant bc there is no clear connection in the modern lore but SHHHHH let a gal (gender neutral) live

➤ INCOMING TRANSMISSION. | OPEN STARTER.

OPEN TO. Mutuals, Non-Mutuals.

FEATURING. Diana Burnwood; handler for agent 47 under the international contract agency (ica), whether currently or formerly.

VERSE. Main (Hitman Franchise; Primarily World of Assassination but flexible to prior entries) / Flexible (Open to Modern / Tactical Settings); SFW only.

Things hardly seemed to go so simply nowadays.

Every waking moment felt like someone was breathing down her neck, fangs bared and ready to go for the kill. Perhaps this was the case. Perhaps her luck had finally run out. After all, there were only so many times one could escape the jaws of death before they finally captured you. Bit down and ensnared you like a helpless rabbit. Diana knew it was only a matter of time before her work caught up to her, yet...

She still found herself sticking her neck out. Operating from the field, when circumstances allowed it. The adrenaline rush was exhilarating, and the last time she had been granted such a privilege was long, long ago by now.

It was why she found herself sat tucked away in the corner of a local cafe, watching intently over the newspaper in her hands as activity picked up in the town square. If her intel was right, in just a few moments their target should be entering for their usual morning pick-me-up. From there, a trip outside to watch the birds flock to the tourists as breadcrumbs poured forth. And from there, a rather interesting itinerary of sneaking off into back alleys and seemingly abandoned buildings.

If the chess pieces fell into place, perhaps she could find herself in her underlings shoes. And if not, well... She knew she had her back covered.

#// what do you have to show for yourself; open starter.#// diana burnwood.#// v; undetermined.#open rp #open starter #hitman rp #military rp

➤ INCOMING TRANSMISSION.

finding that little fan-made translator is life changing. especially because you can link the specific generations meaning Y'ALL CAN ACTUALLY HEAR HIM SAY SHIT!!

literally made my day.

gonna try to work on queuing some opens while i have the energy/before another migraine kicks in

edit: queued 3? or 4? starters. migraine kicked in TT_TT; i'm hoping i'm not coming down with something because these migraines feel off compared to normal (which hi, chronic long-covid migraine sufferer!) soooo... yeah. but hey we did something!

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vendettavalor

Finding a quiet place in Hell was like trying to find snow: impossible. But at the very least, Daisy had learned how to find places that were safe — safe enough that she could rest when her legs finally ached from her endless walking and her eyes felt too heavy to keep open.

The space between two rocks was perfect place to dig out a small scrape. Far from a proper burrow, but it was enough to shield her from the heat and the ever-present menace of Hell’s monsters. Though the rocks kept her shielded from the elevated view of demons, it put her at perfect level for a critter like Rocky to spot.

And spotted she was.

She’d been drifting off rather peacefully, curled in on herself in a comfortable loaf, fur insulating her and making her nice and cozy— up until she felt something firm at her back.

Immediately, a shriek escapes her. She jumps, knocking her head against the rock with a painful THUNK! But if she feels pain, it’s not shown. She prioritizes shrinking and squeezing into the space between the rocks as tightly as possible, both forepaws covering her eyes and she shakes violently.

“D-Don’t hurt me!”

syndrigvalor

If there was one trait to define the Eridian, it was bravado. His approach to this newfound creature of his fixation wasn't quiet nor gentle; it was very loud and very certain. The rolling of his geometric environment against the rocky terrain, the loud thumps and thuds of his extremities as he navigated, and those melodic trills.

Unfortunately for the both of them, he'd miscalculated the speed of his approach and bumped into her with a gentle but firm nudge. Daisy shrieked; Rocky... did the closest equivalent that he could physically manifest. Both jumped out of their metaphorical skins and shrunk back into their respective spaces. His arms rose, then faltered hearing familiar words.

This creature spoke Grace's language. They could communicate—well, that was if Rocky could manage to get his translator back online. For now, he would just have to hope that through some logic or another, the cowering creature before him could pick apart the fact his melodies were carried in Base-6.

"♩ ♪ ♩ ♩ ♪ ♩ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♩ ♩ ♩ ♩ ♩ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♩ ♩ ♩ ♩ ♩ ♩ ♩ ♪ ♩ ♪ ♩ ♪ 🎵"

'Rocky doesn't wish to hurt. You are not scary monster, exclamation! If not scary monster, why here, question?'

His arms slowly lowered, and he rolled forward just a few inches. Enough to catch a better look at Daisy's silhouette.

"♩ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♩ 🎵"

'Oh, you are rabbit!'

#// the only order that can guarantee; threads.#// v; crossover.#// rocky.#vendettavalor #// fun fact the notes in the post are from a fan-made translator!#// it's not 1:1 with the technicalities but even the movie skims over it because the alleged system is that complex #// i linked it in the post for reference bc now that i have this i will be using it as a translator replacer/when he can't translate

"When you hear the thunder... when the storm comes for you... remember me."

tysm for sending the password!

been a hot minute since i've delved into the death stranding verse, but so cool to see someone flesh out heartman's character ^_^

#// open fire; asks.#corlacus

one-real-wrimonkey

Rocky: humans are incredible, they can sense things using light

Rocky: but not my human, his light sensors are broken and he needs ‘glasses’ to fix that or else he can’t navigate the world around him at all

Rocky: and he doesn’t take care of those glasses at all

Grace: hey

#// can you even think; musings.#// rocky.

➤ INCOMING TRANSMISSION.

going to try working on drafts this weekend and slowly crawl out of hiatus mode. i'm still feeling off-kilter, but it'll take a long time to truly feel "normal" after everything.

hiatus -> low activity

ty all for the support lately ♡

#// ooc.

ELSA & HER STUDIES — by Brandon Ford.

#// use the clouds as cover; aesthetic.#// elsa wolcott.#tw body horror

sanguichor

⋆♱✮♱⋆ A STUDY IN CATHARSIS, SELF-PRESERVATION, AND FINDING ONE'S PLACE.

⋆♱✮♱⋆ dual muse roleplay inspired by VAMPIRE THE MASQUERADE featuring PHYRE & FABIEN. penned by @tacticalhimbo / @tacticalvalor.

⋆♱✮♱⋆ blog navigation | theme credit | promo & pinned credit.

#// we are the sheepdogs; shoutout.#// moved fabien over here!

"Hey, Buck, how much would I have to pay you for you to fuck off? Purely a hypothetical, of course, mate." || Beth @ Buck 🙂‍↕️

The knife twirling over his knuckles comes to an abrupt halt, the blade just hovering over his fingers. Those sunken eyes of his looked across the table despite knowing just who that sweet voice belonged to. Still, his lips twitched when he saw Beth casually leaning against the adjacent chair. With a not-so gentle nudge of his boot, he pushed the chair out just enough to catch her balance…

And invite her to sit. Although—

"An' here I was about to offer a drink. But if you're the one paying me," he dramatically twirled the knife so he could hold it by the hilt, pointing it playfully in her direction. He let it linger in the air before tucking it away in the sheathe on his thigh.

After a few moments of unnecessary silence, he hummed and rest his chin on his hands.

"Dunno if that's a price you can afford. 'Fraid you're stuck with me, mate. Unless you wanna take the shot yourself." He smirked, laughing at the thought.

It would solve a lot of problems, though, depending who you asked.

#// let's chase these dogs off; interaction.#// use the clouds as cover; aesthetic.#// buck.#unrclypirxte #// HELLLP she is goin for everyone today. as she should frankly-

arcandoria-archived

space doggo dress up (I invested way too much time in this)

thank you @ronqueesha for lore/concept back and forth and ideas!

#// use the clouds as cover; aesthetic.#// do you really think history will see it your way; meta.#// ulfar.

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