#semi-open starter

[whiteliesblacklips]

SEMI-OPEN RP - Karma

Open to people who have interacted with Karma before.

After school activities were a new concept to Karma. They usually just napped until dinner time or watched a movie. Today, they had decided to skip both options to step outside of their comfort zone and hang out with one of their friends. It didn't look huge, but it was a change in their routine, so it felt like a big deal. The day had been planned almost a month in advance. They'd gone over everything that could possibly go wrong and what they would do if it did. They'd planned their outfit and talked to their therapist about everything.

Now, they were just sitting on the front porch, bouncing a leg and staring hopefully at every car that passed by.

@variousvossivixens @valerie-patton @edward-darius @mod-does-things @stone-venom @sentinel-rose

(I don't know if Trice and Karma have officially interacted, but by cannon they have.)

[stone-venom]

[ Starter ; Sharpened ] 〰️ 🩸

( tentatively open !! if you aren’t lime: ask )

The Cockatrice let out a quiet growl to itself as they pulled themself into the corner of the metal crate they were left in, puffing up the feathers on their back defensively.

It’d just been through a round of “sharpening” as they called it. Sharper claws, sharper eyes, sharper hearing.

It’s back bent wrong, its fangs grew out longer. It became more wrong every time. Lesser. Sharper.

They couldn’t do anything but let the tears start to fall. They wanted to be warm, to feel something other than its own scaley skin.

Context: Trice’s mutation needs to be “sharpened” or else she grows more human. This is also known as scary torture

Tags: @variousvossivixens

Warnings: see above plus dehumanization

[chris-elkar]

location: Daphne's house

He had lasted about a week after his conversation with Matthew before he really felt it, his stomach clenching and waves of nausea. He'd called in the favor Viv owed him and asked her to look after Rose for him. Then came the waves of hot and cold and the shaking that came in waves and kept him up at night.

Right now he was laying on the couch in the living room with a blanket tossed aside because he was feeling hot, trying to force himself to drink a chilled blood bag. Over the sound of the audiobook he'd been listening to on his laptop he heard the doorbell ring and reached out to pause it. He got up with a groan and walked over to the front door, checking who it was before opening it. "Hi." He probably looked like a mess, but couldn't bring himself to care.

[klyntarsymbicte]

___ ___ two days had passed since the last time he had slept. or since he had acted like a normal person, more like. eddie had no recollection of most things that happened at night, knowing that venom was choosing to disconnect his mind and then not make an appearance, just like the first days. he hadn’t seen his boyfriend since the symbiote began to behave in a strange way - he didn’t even know if he still had his job because he had not been able to communicate for over forty-eight hours. he felt himself was going crazy again and he didn't want to relive that. "this is going too far." he said while reading the first pages of the newspaper, which told the story of the mysterious deaths in the last few nights. headless bodies were found around the city and the only real trace they had was a radioactive slime. that's what they were calling it. "venom. it is venom." eddie rolled his eyes, finishing the eighth double burger in the past hour, not noticing that someone might be paying attention to him. anyway, who wouldn’t pay attention to someone with his physique eating that amount of food? venom was not going to appear or speak to him, but he knew the alien was listening. "please, no more."

@thephoenixstart​

[m3chanical-rhythm]

Blackout had been cooped up in his computer lab for too long--spying, data collection, seeking buyers and traders, upgrading his armor--He was itching to get back into some real action.

So he’s left in search of some trouble and mischief, either to cause or join.

[backedagainstthewall]

"I have to admit, I'm not cuddling because it's Valentine's Day.  I'm cold and using your body heat to stay warm."

[shortexistxnce]

Semi-open starter;

- Open primarily to canon characters; though gem ocs who I’ve interacted with before are welcome too. Set in the wake of I Am My Mom.

She couldn’t just go back to normal now that Steven was no longer around.

Truth be told, Connie was training even harder than ever. Or course, one might argue it was useless now; she’d learned to fight in order to protect Steven and the Earth, to be his knight. With Steven gone, and Homeworld’s attention taken with him, and no way for her to follow, she was sure some might say it was time to throw down the sword and return to normalcy.

After all, either Steven would succeed in... whatever he was exactly trying and come back to them eventually, or he’d be executed for his mother’s crimes with nothing anyone else could do about it.

The latter thought made Connie feel nauseous, and she quickly pushed it back down--

Either way, Homeworld would have no further business on Earth. Her part in the magical destiny of Steven Universe was over, as she had known it inevitably would be one day.

Still, training kept her occupied, and her thoughts off whatever was happening to Steven now - at least, for the most part. And besides, stopping that now would feel too much like admitting defeat.

She would NOT do that. As long as there was even the tiniest hope of a chance of going after Steven, Connie would train for all she was worth. This time, if and when it came, she wouldn’t be left out; she would go into space with the gems and get her best friend back, even if she had to defy everyone else to do so.

If all else failed, she knew Lapis could fly through space. Maybe if she could rent a space suit from somewhere, and convince the ocean gem to carry her...

She swung Rose’s sword viciously, neatly beheading a pair of Holo-Pearls, and kept moving, charging for the next one. So caught up was the dark girl, in her training and in her thoughts, that she didn’t even notice anyone else had approached her; and if they spoke up, she would be incredibly surprised to realise that she had an audience.

[bark4mebtch]

The last of the blood swirled lazy down the drain, pink and thin, and Blitzen watched it go with the same idle contentment of watching autumn leaves carried off by a stream. He hummed something soft and tuneless to himself, a carol or a lullaby, it was hard to tell with him, and dragged his wrist across the corner of his mouth to catch what his tongue had already found twice. He was thorough. He had always been thorough. The room was nearly spotless now, scrubbed down to its bones the same way he had scrubbed down everything else, and he moved through the remaining work the way one moves through the last few bites of a generous meal. The smell was still thick and copper-sweet in the back of his throat, and he breathed it in slow through his nose as he straightened, the velvet of his antlers brushing the low ceiling, his dark eyes traveling the length of the floor with the quiet approval of a craftsman who takes pride in leaving nothing behind. There was something almost domestic about it. The way he hummed. The way his tail flicked at his ankles in small rhythmic twitches. He felt full and warm and entirely at peace with the task he had been given.

"You ever think about what quiet would sound like?" Blitzen asked, not quite to his companion and not quite to himself, crouching near the baseboard where a thin dark line of residue had dried into the grout. He pressed his thumb to it, considered it, brought it to his lips without ceremony or hesitation the way someone tastes a sauce they left simmering. His head tilted, antlers catching the overhead light at an angle that threw long shadows up the wall behind him, and something shifted in his expression then. Not darkness exactly. More like depth. The way still water looks harmless until you understand how far down it actually goes. "Without them running around stitching everything back together, putting people back where they decided people belong." His tongue moved slow across his teeth. "I think about it sometimes. All that room." The smile that followed was gentle as he sat down with his thoughts. Innocent. The kind of smile that had been waiting a long time to have something to be quiet about. "And nobody left to tell me what I'm allowed to be hungry for."