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cirqueempire the only rp I am currently in (which speaks volumes, or maybe not cos I ain’t shit.. but really). I have lurked cirque since its fruition but was a little wary of how talented the admin is (and new admin) and potential members. When it reopened I was desperate to join but didn’t have the time, so (over christmas I actually read the book ‘the night circus) now that things are calming down for me it was the first place I applied for.
CIRQUE EMPIRE is an original roleplay based on a devious, decadent, elite circus pumping confetti and blood beneath Manhattan.
diverona
They’ve ruled the city for centuries. The ruthless kings and queens of a coveted kingdom, the Montagues and Capulets hail from their respective sides of town with jewel-laden fists and gold chalices overflowing with the fruits of labor best carried out in the dark. Their two empires, built on blood and honor and dripping with opulence, have coexisted in relative peace as fragile as the crystal glasses they sip from. Until now.
teethandambitions I’m going to preface this by saying that I’ve never applied for a Harry Potter rp before (and am lowkey such a fan of the books so???) but I was a member of thickasthieves (unfortunately recent events meant I missed an activity check and the rp closed soon after) and had such a wonderful time even just reading all the event posts and bios there. So now that Risa has a new RP I am spending my time dangerously intrigued.
Chaos is a ladder, and it takes but one generation to facilitate a villain’s rise to power. Stories are told, but legends never die - and at the heart of every tyrant’s song is a naked t r u t h, laid bare and stripped of grandeur, told in its most genuine form. There was once a boy, and they called him death. The year is 1944. The Wizarding World is at war, Europe is a breeding ground for conflict, and a young heir has risen from the depths.
ofsilverblood While I’m not going to be applying here (I was already rejected twice in their first go-round, but had an amazing time in the talk tag and made new friends) and have no inkling of the books, it seems a beautifully constructed fantasy rp. I’m not usually one for powers rps but this is so interesting.
All myths have their end. Gods do not die quietly; they raze cities in their wake, fell armies with a thought, pain and chaos and creation like ambrosia on their tongues. Their holy light so bright, so blinding; for who could kill a god? Nature, that greedy, hungry beast, has found the answer. For every burning deity, a new god was born. Younger, stronger, and somehow more alive. These young gods overflow with power, shaken and dizzy with a heat they don’t yet understand. But they will. With these new beings a new dawn will rise, and the sun bows to no one but them. WHO CAN KILL A GOD BUT THE GODS THEMSELVES?
poisonivy
Their names are hissed between clenched teeth, the syllables caressed in envy as svelte figures are caressed in satin; and they answer the call,
New Haven's wealthiest inhabitants, eyes bright and teeth-bared in affluent ecstasy.
Their secrets echo upon the lips of those who are not accustomed to undisguised opulence, those who would trade more than gold to live like them - they are the poisoned youth, grandeur dripping from their tongues, reveling in a lifestyle of old money extravagance and new world luxury.
And they throw their heads back, diamonds exposed against a curved neck, ill-disguised smirks upon a heavenly visage because it's nothing more than a farce - and they know the sacrifice one would make for a single day in the coveted role of a rotten deity.
shameless self-promotion for cyclical is a sci-fi / Greek Mythology skeleton rp set in a fictional polytheistic Kingdom forged by the remnants of humankind.
We built a Kingdom on the ashes of our broken humanity.
You are Icarus / You are Icarus you are human before you are god / you look and feel human in those fleeting moments before you burn in your own hubris / caged and denied you have no mercy seek the means to destroy yourself / risen up to slay your parents and fall towards your end you have faced extinction and survived / all you ever wanted was freedom
We had no choice. In order to survive repeated attacks on our borders and attempted infiltration by their people, we had to make a sacrifice. And so we created life, created machines who looked just like us who would die to live again never remembering it or suffering the pain of such darkness.
We are not gods, we are not monsters, we are logical and we are under siege. We did what we had to do. They can not feel, they can not remember, they are not in control.
