#weird rp

[smiling-yellow-freaks]

*THUD!*

"Ow...What the- AAAHGHHH GET OFF ME YOU DEER FREAK!" *Jax yelled, pushing Alastor off of him.*

*Alastor, who was still practically dazed from being force-teleported, got shoved off and landed with an undignified grunt.*

"How DARE you—! I am not a 'deer freak,' you insufferable lagomorph!" *brushes dust off his coat, glaring.*

Jax scrambled to his feet "Whatever, Bambi! Where the hell are we?! This definitely isn't the circus!"

Both look around, taking in their surroundings—confused and increasingly agitated.

*Alastor spoke up again.* "Agreed. This realm is... unfamiliar. And I don't recall requesting transportation."

*Jax remarked,* "Yeah, no kidding! Who even—" [APPEARS BEHIND THEM OUTTA NOWHERE] HELLOOOO!!

Both characters FLINCH and jump back violently.

Alastor: "GOOD LORD!"

Jax: "WHAT THE—" immediately grabs the nearest decorative plant and HURLS it at the Mod's face

*BONK!*

Mod (aka. Kalei): "...Ow?" plant bounces off, completely unbothered

Alastor: recovering his composure, straightening his bowtie "Who ARE you, and what do you want with us?!"

Mod (Kalei, yes me again): grinning way too wide "Welcome to your brand new RP blog, boys!"

Jax: "RP blog? What's that supposed to—"

Mod (not gonna say it again..): "Oh, nothing too crazy! I'll just be controlling both of your every word and action from now on!"

Alastor & Jax: in perfect horrified sync "YOU'LL BE DOING WHAT?!"

Long pause. Jax sighs dramatically.

Jax: rubbing his temples "Alright, fine. I'm already in like, way too many RP blogs anyway. But do I HAVE to be stuck with Mr. Radioactive Smile Creep?"

Alastor: offended "EXCUSE ME?!"

AAANYYWAYS!! Here’s people we RP with!

TADC:

[No one yet :(, BE THE FIRST!!] Jax: "Ugh, hope nobody too annoying. Wait—is Pomni here?"

Hellaverse:

OUR BELOVED KING OF HELL: @mischievously-royalty (GABEEE, HA-Ha...him..., OH SHORTY-) Alastor: "Ah, now this is more civilized company! (Hopefully.)" Jax: "Civilized? Dude, they literally set things on fire."

(Will add more RP partners/mutuals as we go!)

About the Mod:

Hey! I'm Kalei, your local chaos coordinator. I relate way too much to these two disasters, and thought an RP blog would be pure comedy. This all started while RPing with my bestie Gabe (ILYSM POOKIE AHHHHH-)! Alastor: "A chaos coordinator indeed..." Jax: "So basically all of this is your fault?" Mod: "Yup! I'll play both of you, and yes, you're stuck together forever!"

DNI(s):

NO NSFW/explicit content

NO hate, bigotry, or drama

DON'T interact if you’re here to troll or send hate

PLEASE respect boundaries and RP partners

Jax: "There's rules in this madhouse? Shocked, honestly." Alastor: "How refreshingly polite."

Mod: "Okay, that's about it! Asks are open, chaos is guaranteed, and sanity is—well, overrated! BYEEE!!!~"

Alastor & Jax: both panicking simultaneously "WAIT! DON'T LEAVE US HERE—"

[Mod vanishes. Dead silence.]

Alastor: staring at where the Mod disappeared "...Well. This is unfortunate."

Jax: looking around frantically "UNFORTUNATE?! We're stuck in some weird blog dimension with a crazy person who controls our lives!"

Alastor: adjusting his monocle nervously "Perhaps if we simply... ignore the audience, they'll go away?"

Jax: notices the audience aka. YOU GUYS! "Oh great, we've got an audience too. HEY! Can any of you get us OUT of here?!"

Alastor: hissing "Don't encourage them!"

Jax: throws his hands up "Well what do YOU suggest, deer boy?!"

Alastor: forced smile twitching "...We wait. And perhaps... pray."

[Both stare hopelessly into the void as y'all's asks start rolling in...]

SIDE NOTE SO Y'ALL DONT TARGET ME LOL:

Background art: by @yume100_asu(_HH)

Icon: Artist unknown (if this is your art, let me know for credit!)

[tanoraqui]

[salutes, then reaches out and boops your paw with mine]

[tournamentcorner]

ROUND 2: Mishapocalypse VS. Weird RPs VS. Dicked down again :/

Vote your favourite!

Mishapocalypse

Weird RPs

I just wanna get dicked down again :/

Voting ended onFeb 11, 2023

Links to the OG Posts or an explaination/example:

Mishapocalypse

Weird RPs (This one represents all of them)

Dicked down again :/

[vesperssecretwhispers]

Reverse Starter Call ~

Like/PM me if you want Vesper to take a tour through your starters, muses and memes! He’s a little dream fae and does well in fantastic or whimsical RPs.

[fat-slobby-gamers]

Being possessed by a boo can leave you with a mono-butt... or turn you into one.

[underwentrpg]

SHIFTERS

This earth that has loaned her inhabitants the gift of life itself comes to gift another boon. There are some on this plane who had been blessed with the ability of wearing another guise. The earth, ever-wise in her dealings, have made it so that the person given unto the gift of shifting could only have a guise suitable to their local ecology. Gulch City, having been desert, is home to a sizeable population of shifters whose guises run the gamut of rattlesnakes, coyotes, foxes, wolves, falcons, and other such species endemic to the lands of Nuwuvi people.

VAMPIRES

Before the Fall, the vampires of Gulch City had been subject to the constraints of their physiology, their activities mostly restricted in the nighttime hours. Yet, with the City submerged into an eternal dark, the only lights remaining those powered by steam and early electricity, the vampires found themselves able to flourish more freely in this new environment. Yet with this newfound freedom comes a bane: the cover of eternal night has seemingly made some of their number more brazen, with more and more corpses turning up drained of their blood. Soon, it will reach a breaking point. Soon, questions will have to be asked. For now, however, there is no greater feeling than the unravelling of oneself, at long last.

UNDEAD

Deep beneath the earth, with the city under the careful purview of the Haunted Ones, there are more things in heaven and earth than can be conceived of in one's philosophies. It wasn't too obvious at first. What flukes happened could have been chalked up to miraculous recoveries, a wrong diagnosis by an over-earnest doctor, or perhaps just a miracle one ought not to question too deeply. Yet it kept happening and happening and happening, until people were finally forced to accept this incredible truth: the dead don't remain dead and come back to life — if you can call this twisted, liminal sort of existence life.

WIXENFOLK

There have always been strange magics at work ever since the beginning of man, always carefully hidden by folks who knew to keep their heads down and mind their own business. Some say they have been in this town since the very beginning, for surely the exponential rate of growth and development that the city's experienced couldn't be anything less than magical. Yet, whatever their reasons for hiding, they all now stand as one, having stepped into the light and being the first of the supernaturals to announce to this strange city that there was more to it than meets the eye.

[underwentrpg]

DEMONS

They came, they said, just from next door. They say they come for the bright lights of the fairegrounds, the thrill of winning big at the casinos, the chance of seducing some fair person — but deep in your heart, you know it's not true. Their big smiles only ever serve to show the sharpness of their fangs, a fair warning to any and all who would deal with these amber-eyed denizens of that most infernal realm. Still, if you want something so much you're willing to sell most anything and everything, then it's well known throughout the city that the one you go to when all else fails is a demon.

DOPPELGÄNGERS

They say another you walks under this earth, taking your place in the affections of your kith and kin. They talk of memories you do not share, activities you do not recall doing. When have you been so forgetful? they ask. Curiosity turns to worry turns to suspicion. Are you sure you're you? Rumours swirl in conversations held during the break of twilight, when polite conversation becomes most decidedly impolite: your own image walks, unbound, free to do whatever they wish with the mirror of your body — yet, they say, always inexplicably leaving behind drippings of black tar.

DROWNED FOLK

This deep beneath the earth, what once had been desert broke past aquifers and groundwater. Here, under the careful attentions of the Haunted Ones, the waters of the earth become the waters of the world — and whatever lost souls that once found themselves submerged in that profound abyss inevitably come washing up on the Oasis. They are strangers to the direct flow of time: their yesterdays, far different from the yesterday of Gulch City. What purpose might the Haunted Ones have in mind for the bringing back of these drowned folk? Like all other questions asked in the City, the answer yet remains to be seen.

HUMANS

Humans stand as ordinary mortals, without the strengths, traits, and abilities possessed by other supernatural entities. Devoid of special powers, they once navigated their daily lives, often unaware of the mystical entities that reside in their midst, concealing their true nature within the shadows. Avatars & Nullifiers Humans are susceptible to the sinister sway of strange entities that hide in the shadows. These entities possess extraordinary powers and incomprehensible motives. Their aim is to corrupt the souls of mortals, transforming them into horrifying distortions of their former selves. Clockwork Automata In order to stop the biological clock from running down their limited lives, humans opted to become clocks themselves: flesh and bone replaced with whirring gears and metal encasing, the miracles of science trumping the fragile biology of yesteryears. Perhaps there had been a time, early on in its flourishing, where people who opted for this procedure had been scorned and vilified by society at large, considered as affronts against the delicate ordering of society. Yet what order remains, when the City finds itself lodged under earth and mud? Now, clockwork automata wine and dine with the very best of them — and sometimes, as is the case with the Rubber Baroness, have found themselves to be one of them.

[thirstyinmydorm]

Thank you, Eric. I’m glad you’re here too.

Did you bring the refreshments this time?