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filthy horny werewolf containment zone

2022-08-20T21:17:03Z

Posted by: batricide

In our world, sexual roles are commonly defined by genders -- male or female or other, by sexualities -- gay or straight, bi or asexual or in-between. But what if they were defined by something else entirely?

Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse is a fusion of fanfiction tropes and animalistic behavior. In this world, sexual roles are divided into three categories: the Alphas (the dominant, the protective and the aggressive), the Betas (ordinary humans) and the Omegas (submissive, fertile and able to carry children).

RESOURCES:
Fanlore on the Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse
Alphas, Betas and Omegas: A primer.

CONTENT WARNING: Below the cut contains descriptions of animalistic sexual behavior as applied to humans, situations of dubious consent, explicit situations, mpreg, and scenarios of societal oppression. Click with caution!

ROLES:
1 - The Alpha.
* Stereotypically type A personalities.
* Anatomically: Males have a penis; females may have a penis in addition to a vagina.
* Alphas knot their mates, meaning that the base of the penis swells and locks them inside their mate while they produce copious amounts of semen in an effort to breed.
* Strong sense of smell.
* Near an Omega in heat, they experience a compulsion to mate that is almost impossible to overcome.
* Alphas may go into rut, which is their equivalent of Omega heat, and drives them to mate.

2 - The Beta.
* Ordinary human being.
* Males have penises; females have vaginas.
* Can mate to anyone.
* Might be able to smell hormones of Omegas and Alphas, but will not be overwhelmingly affected by them.

3 - The Omega.
* Stereotypically submissive, quiet, intelligent and less physically able.
* Female anatomy is similar to Betas; males are self-lubricating and may have either an external or internal vaginal setup.
* Regularly go into heat, which involves being overcome by the urge to mate. They are unable to consent while in heat.
* May be made compliant by a bite to the neck. However, that may also induce a mating bond.
* Often regarded as second-class citizens or prizes to be won.

SITUATIONS:
1 - Bonding - Love at first sight. You've spotted your soulmate. You can smell them, you can feel them, you know that they'll be with you until the end of your days. Unless there's something between the two of you. It could be age - maybe one of you has to wait until the other has reached maturity. It could be that the bond is one-sided, and the other has yet to fall in love. It could be an unwanted bond, or society could have divided you into different places. Is your love strong enough to conquer?

2 - Heat/Rut - The need is coming on you strong. Everyone for a half-mile around can smell it. Better find someone to ride it out with, or hole yourself up in a room with a few bottles of water and a durable sex toy. And you'd better hope that there isn't someone out there who will take advantage of your pliable state. Best case scenario, there might be a Beta who can take care of you, or fend off anyone too predatory.

3 - Pregnancy - Whether through a heat or not, you're pregnant. Congratulations - or condolences. Is it time to start a family, or time to start panicking?

4 - Suppressants - You're using suppressants to keep yourself on an even hormone cycle, skipping heats, or maybe pretending to pass as a different class of society. After all, Omegas might want to be in the military, where they're not usually allowed - or an Alpha might want to take a job in a university or as a nurse. Shouldn't they be allowed to, if their hormones are suppressed? Just hope that you don't miss a dose.

5 - Mistaken Identity - That friend that you always thought was an Alpha, or an Omega, or a neutral Beta, turns out to be something entirely different, and your world is turned absolutely upside down. Does it challenge your preconceptions? Or does it just ruin the balance between you two?

6 - Unlikely Pairs - After all, there's no actual reason that Alphas have to mate with Omegas. Maybe two Omegas can satisfy each other. Or two Alphas. Or your intended mate could easily be a Beta. Maybe this is just about breaking out of your pre-established role and becoming something new.

7 - Manifestation - In some cases, an individual may not know they are Omega, Beta or Alpha until their first heat/rut/manifestation, usually happening in early teen years. It may take you by surprise; it may be a blessing, or may be a deep disappointment.

8 - Other - Adventures in getting jobs, making families, fighting bad guys, and anything else you can come up with!

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eddie psl post.

2022-08-02T07:36:43Z

Posted by: heatmetal

boop boop banoop

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neopoints @ 2022-07-20T21:56:00

2022-07-21T01:46:36Z

LAST WORDS MEME

2022-07-17T22:44:56Z

Posted by: heatmetal

This is it. The final curtain. You're at the end of your life, and there's someone here you really, really need to say something to before you die.

(TRIGGER WARNING. This meme deals heavy with death and also possibly with strong violence or with suicide/depression. If you are not comfortable reading about that, please PLEASE do not proceed further.)

HOW IT WORKS:

Getting your numbers from RNG (or pick your own), the first character to post rolls for their cause of death and how long they have left to live. They then post to the meme with their name, canon and the results of their roll. (For example: "Jane Doe | That One Series | 1 2" would mean Jane Doe from That One Series died of accidental causes and has a few hours left to live.)

Responding characters then roll for the relationship between the two of you. Optionally responding characters can also share your cause of death/time left to live or roll for their own, but that's not required. A living character caring for (or horribly mutilating) a dying one is fine, too.

Tell the person what you need to tell them before you bite it.

As usual, all meme's are open to interpretation. If you want to play an AU immortal, yay. If you want to be sucked into another dimension or shoved into a tiny glass box, also fine. YOUR PLAY, NOT MINE.

CAUSE OF DEATH

1 - Accidental. Nobody meant for this to happen, but it doesn't matter now. Due to negligence, arrogance or just plain bad luck, you've become gravely ill or injured and are now in your last moments. This covers all kinds of accidental deaths--strangulation, drowning, car accidents, unintentional beheadings, whatever you can think of.

2 - Murder. Somebody really didn't like you. Enough to kill you, it seems. You're now dead by someone else's hand. (Maybe even the person replying to you?) As with accidental death, this covers all types of intentional, malicious murder, regardless of method--so poisoning, stabbing, shooting, etc., all work here. Same with all the below options: any possible variation you can think of on it will work!

3 - illness. The doctors have done everything they could and it wasn't enough. The only thing to do now is give your loved ones the bad news.

4 - Death in battle. You've died a hero's death, and gone out in a blaze of glory. Or maybe you were a coward who got shot for deserting? Either way, you're now a casualty of war. Will you be honored with a parade or scorned as a traitor to your country?

5 - Natural causes. You've lived a long, happy life, and now your story is at an end. In a warm bed, surrounded by your family and friends, you peacefully drift off. Just make sure that you've made a will somewhere, or at least use your deathbed to set the record straight. Otherwise, who knows what kind of squabbles might errupt after you leave this world?

TIME LEFT

1 - A few minutes. You're fading fast and you don't have much, well, any time left. Better tell the person with you that you love -- or despise -- them with your last breath, because you'll never have the chance otherwise.

2 - A few hours. You haven't got much time left. Is there someone you still need to kill? To kiss? Better do it quick. (Note: last kisses not recommended for people dying of highly contagious illnesses.)

3 - A few days. The doctors have given you the news, and it's not very good. You've only got a couple days left to live. You should start trying to make peace with people and saying your final goodbyes with the days you have left.

4 - A few weeks. Take that vacation you've always wanted to go on but never had the chance to. Go do that thing you've never thought you'd be any good at. You've got only weeks left to live. Don't waste them.

5 - A few months. While you aren't quite on death's doorstep yet, your lifespan has still dwindled considerably from what you probably thought it would be. How are you going to spend your last few months on Earth? Making the world a better place and telling your family you love them? Or raising as much hell as possible?

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OMEGAVERSE MEME

2021-04-18T23:50:37Z

Posted by: goldtoxicity

In our world, sexual roles are commonly defined by genders -- male or female or other, by sexualities -- gay or straight, bi or asexual or in-between. But what if they were defined by something else entirely?

Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse is a fusion of fanfiction tropes and animalistic behavior. In this world, sexual roles are divided into three categories: the Alphas (the dominant, the protective and the aggressive), the Betas (ordinary humans) and the Omegas (submissive, fertile and able to carry children).

RESOURCES:
Fanlore on the Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse
Alphas, Betas and Omegas: A primer.

CONTENT WARNING: Below the cut contains descriptions of animalistic sexual behavior as applied to humans, situations of dubious consent, explicit situations, mpreg, and scenarios of societal oppression. Click with caution!

ROLES:
1 - The Alpha.
* Stereotypically type A personalities.
* Anatomically: Males have a penis; females may have a penis in addition to a vagina.
* Alphas knot their mates, meaning that the base of the penis swells and locks them inside their mate while they produce copious amounts of semen in an effort to breed.
* Strong sense of smell.
* Near an Omega in heat, they experience a compulsion to mate that is almost impossible to overcome.
* Alphas may go into rut, which is their equivalent of Omega heat, and drives them to mate.

2 - The Beta.
* Ordinary human being.
* Males have penises; females have vaginas.
* Can mate to anyone.
* Might be able to smell hormones of Omegas and Alphas, but will not be overwhelmingly affected by them.

3 - The Omega.
* Stereotypically submissive, quiet, intelligent and less physically able.
* Regularly go into heat, which involves being overcome by the urge to mate. They are unable to consent while in heat.
* May be made compliant by a bite to the neck. However, that may also induce a mating bond.
* Often regarded as second-class citizens or prizes to be won.

SITUATIONS:
1 - Bonding - Love at first sight. You've spotted your soulmate. You can smell them, you can feel them, you know that they'll be with you until the end of your days. Unless there's something between the two of you. It could be age - maybe one of you has to wait until the other has reached maturity. It could be that the bond is one-sided, and the other has yet to fall in love. It could be an unwanted bond, or society could have divided you into different places. Is your love strong enough to conquer?

2 - Heat/Rut - The need is coming on you strong. Everyone for a half-mile around can smell it. Better find someone to ride it out with, or hole yourself up in a room with a few bottles of water and a durable sex toy. And you'd better hope that there isn't someone out there who will take advantage of your pliable state. Best case scenario, there might be a Beta who can take care of you, or fend off anyone too predatory.

3 - Pregnancy - Whether through a heat or not, you're pregnant. Congratulations - or condolences. Is it time to start a family, or time to start panicking?

4 - Suppressants - You're using suppressants to keep yourself on an even hormone cycle, skipping heats, or maybe pretending to pass as a different class of society. After all, Omegas might want to be in the military, where they're not usually allowed - or an Alpha might want to take a job in a university or as a nurse. Shouldn't they be allowed to, if their hormones are suppressed? Just hope that you don't miss a dose.

5 - Mistaken Identity - That friend that you always thought was an Alpha, or an Omega, or a neutral Beta, turns out to be something entirely different, and your world is turned absolutely upside down. Does it challenge your preconceptions? Or does it just ruin the balance between you two?

6 - Unlikely Pairs - After all, there's no actual reason that Alphas have to mate with Omegas. Maybe two Omegas can satisfy each other. Or two Alphas. Or your intended mate could easily be a Beta. Maybe this is just about breaking out of your pre-established role and becoming something new.

7 - Manifestation - In some cases, an individual may not know they are Omega, Beta or Alpha until their first heat/rut/manifestation, usually happening in early teen years. It may take you by surprise; it may be a blessing, or may be a deep disappointment.

8 - Other - Adventures in getting jobs, making families, fighting bad guys, and anything else you can come up with!

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MEME WIP

2021-04-17T04:42:25Z

Posted by: goldtoxicity

WAY WAY BACK IN THE 1980s, secret government employees cloned a bunch of famous guys and ladies and made amusing genetic copies. That's you. Yes, you. You're a clone and you've known you're a clone all your life. You've had access to everything the old you has ever done - whether it be through text books or by hunkering down to binge watch your whole series. You were raised by an... interesting set of parents, and brought up in the good old town of Exclamation, USA.

Now? You're gonna make it if you try. You aren't beholden to the mistakes (or the good choices) of your predecessor! You can make out with the clone of your arch-nemesis if you want. You can laugh, you can cry.

Welcome to the CLONE HIGH meme.

1. JUST AN ORDINARY DAY. Not everything is dramatic when it comes to being a clone. You put your bra on one leg at a time every morning, just like everyone else.
2. REACTING TO YOUR SOURCE. Man, you thought you knew everything about who you came from. Unfortunately -- not so much. You've just uncovered something you never knew before. Maybe you killed your best friend! Maybe you did something really embarrassing in that one special episode. Whatever it is, you're reeling.
3. PROMPOSAL. Prom is almost upon us! You need to ask out the most popular clone in school.
4. DUPLICATE DRAMA! Oh no. You aren't the only you! Maybe this is your chance to make a new friend, someone who really gets the kind of burden you were born (well, created) into! Or maybe they just really want to kill you.
5. MAKEOVER. Man, you need a new look. A new vibe. Maybe you want to catch the eye of that special someone, or maybe you just really want to finally escape the crushing weight of your original's legacy... or maybe your friend is just really eager to play dress-up. Either way, this is a chance to explore who you are!
6. IDENTITY CRISIS. Okay, this makeover has been taken to a new level. Now you're really pretending to be somebody else - and the clone of somebody else. Are you trying to dig up dirt on all your best friends? Or maybe you were banned from the Sports Ball team and just need a chance to prove that you can play sports as good as any other clone!
7. SPORTS FRENZY. Clone High just won the big game! What game? Doesn't matter! It's time to let loose all that excitement. Now is an excellent time to get riled up and pick a fight. Did you see the pool? They flipped the bitch!
8. PRESIDENT ELECTION. Time to get elected class president.
9. PROM. The big day has finally arrived. Did you land that hot date? Are you going stag? Tonight will be the night to end all nights.
10. WILDCARD. Whatever your little cloney heart desires.

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angsty angst meme

2021-04-15T02:24:35Z

Posted by: goldtoxicity

step one. post a top level with your character, state anything you're uncomfortable with or scenarios you want to avoid.

step two. reply to someone else's toplevel with the most tragic / angsty / emotionally charged scenario you can think of.

step three. ???????

step four. cry

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neopoints @ 2021-04-09T03:24:00

2021-04-09T06:24:40Z

Posted by: goldtoxicity

there be trash in this musebox

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a mess of threads with exxie

2021-04-07T13:15:38Z

Posted by: goldtoxicity

everything under the sun

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neopoints @ 2021-02-20T03:30:00

2021-02-20T07:38:15Z

Posted by: goldtoxicity

[ for someone constantly trying to strike out on his own, joshua foley sure as hell never sticks with it. he stumbles head first into a group before long, settles in and puts down roots, but never allows himself to be too comfortable because something always ends up ripping it away from him.

but this right here seems a pretty safe bet.

ronan's farmhouse is safe and protected. they don't ask him much about where he'd come from or what he'd done, or why he'd turned up in henrietta without anything but the clothes on his back, but they like his company well enough and that's

that's all he really needs.

he hears ronan rustling around and lifts his head from the pillow, rubbing his eyes. the sun's just barely starting to peek out above the trees. ]

Mmm... Issit farm time?

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neopoints @ 2020-12-13T01:46:00

2020-12-13T06:50:20Z

Posted by: goldtoxicity

[ a mutant and a dreamer aren't the strangest pairing in the universe. an ex-assassin and a goth farmer barely scratch the surface of strange. when josh had breezed into town, it had been with the intention of staying only a night. long enough to get his bearings on his never-ending quest to outrun his past. he hadn't expected to find anything - or anyone worth staying for.

what's strange is how peaceful life is.

how quiet things are on this little patch of heaven nestled in the virginia countryside.

it probably won't last forever. but he's been around long enough to know nothing really does. while he's here they're focused, on a mission, trying to undo the connection between dreamer and dreamed.

ronan's dream things don't scare him. the - concept of the dreaming, of the reality warping, unsettles him for obvious reasons - but ronan isn't wanda. and if they can solve this mystery, if they can figure out how to infuse magic and life into one, then maybe it can be used to undo what she'd done. nothing about ronan scares him... even when it should. he'd shrugged off any warnings of the threat that lurked in his mind (dude, no offense but you couldn't kill me in a million years) and slept plastered to his side, practically daring the worst of ronan to come out and fight him.

because its not josh that ronan's dream things like to hurt. ]

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neopoints @ 2020-09-11T02:08:00

2020-09-11T05:08:15Z

Posted by: batricide

bat butt

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death is your gift

2020-09-11T05:07:04Z

Posted by: batricide

bat nips

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neopoints @ 2020-09-11T02:05:00

2020-09-11T05:06:02Z

Posted by: goldtoxicity

golden penis

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last words meme

2020-08-20T01:40:14Z

Posted by: goldtoxicity

.

the death meme

(TRIGGER WARNING. This meme deals heavy with death and also possibly with strong violence or with suicide/depression. If you are not comfortable reading about that, please PLEASE do not proceed further.)

This is it. The final curtain. You're at the end of your life, and there's someone here you really, really need to say something to before you die.

CAUSE OF DEATH

1 - Accidental. Nobody meant for this to happen, but it doesn't matter now. Due to negligence, arrogance or just plain bad luck, you've become gravely ill or injured and are now in your last moments. This covers all kinds of accidental deaths--strangulation, drowning, car accidents, unintentional beheadings, whatever you can think of.

2 - Murder. Somebody really didn't like you. Enough to kill you, it seems. You're now dead by someone else's hand. (Maybe even the person replying to you?) As with accidental death, this covers all types of intentional, malicious murder, regardless of method--so poisoning, stabbing, shooting, etc., all work here. Same with all the below options: any possible variation you can think of on it will work!

3 - Suicide. There is no hope for you, and no way out. You've reached the absolute bottom pits of despair, and the only recourse you have is to take your own life. Someone shows up to stop you... but they're too late to help you now.

4 - Terminal illness. You have cancer, or tuberculosis, or cholera back when people got cholera. The doctors have done everything they could and it wasn't enough. The only thing to do now is give your loved ones the bad news.

5 - Starvation. So thirsty. So hungry. Maybe you've been traveling in the desert for hours, or maybe you're just really poor. Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter, because you're slowly wasting away until you're nothing but skin and bones.

6 - Death in battle. You've died a hero's death, and gone out in a blaze of glory. Or maybe you were a coward who got shot for deserting? Either way, you're now a casualty of war. Will you be honored with a parade or scorned as a traitor to your country?

7 - Natural causes. You've lived a long, happy life, and now your story is at an end. In a warm bed, surrounded by your family and friends, you peacefully drift off. Just make sure that you've made a will somewhere, or at least use your deathbed to set the record straight. Otherwise, who knows what kind of squabbles might errupt after you leave this world?

TIME LEFT

1 - A few minutes. You're fading fast and you don't have much, well, any time left. Better tell the person with you that you love -- or despise -- them with your last breath, because you'll never have the chance otherwise.

2 - A few hours. You haven't got much time left. Is there someone you still need to kill? To kiss? Better do it quick. (Note: last kisses not recommended for people dying of highly contagious illnesses.)

3 - A few days. The doctors have given you the news, and it's not very good. You've only got a couple days left to live. You should start trying to make peace with people and saying your final goodbyes with the days you have left.

4 - A few weeks. Take that vacation you've always wanted to go on but never had the chance to. Go do that thing you've never thought you'd be any good at. You've got only weeks left to live. Don't waste them.

5 - A few months. While you aren't quite on death's doorstep yet, your lifespan has still dwindled considerably from what you probably thought it would be. How are you going to spend your last few months on Earth? Making the world a better place and telling your family you love them? Or raising as much hell as possible?

RELATIONSHIP

1 - Lovers. This is your husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend, mistress, whatever you call them they were the person you wanted to spend your life with. Too bad you don't have much of a life to spend with them anymore.

2 - Siblings. Your beloved little or older sibling is just standing there, watching you slowly waste away before their eyes. Can you say anything to comfort them? Note that it doesn't necessarily have to be interpreted literally; adopted siblings and friends so close they might as well be siblings work too.

3 - Parent and child. Nothing is worse than a parent having to bury their child... except, maybe, a young child now alone in the world after losing their parent. As with the sibling prompt, this can be expanded to include parental figures and people who are LIKE a father/mother to you as well as actual biological parents.

4 - Co-workers, teammates or classmates. You were fighting for the same side. Or you worked together in the same office for years. Or they sat behind you in biology all semester. However you met, how do your react when you find out someone who used to be a fixture in your life is going to die?

5 - Friends. You're the best of friends! You go everywhere together, know all each other's secrets, and are never seen apart. At least, you didn't use to be. Now one of you is dying and the other one is left alone in the world. Or maybe you're dying together. Wait, is that better or worse?

6 - Bitter enemies. You hate, hate, HATE this person. In fact, maybe you killed them. Or they killed you. Or maybe nobody killed anybody and they're just bitter that Mother Nature got to you before they did. Regardless, they want to confront you one last time before you bite it, if only to rub your nose in your imminent demise and their ability to outlive you.

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HOW IT WORKS:
1. This is where I am changing it up. Feel free to choose how you are going to die, just be sure to list the closest matching categories in your subject bar, along with your character and their series.

If you are having trouble coming up with a prompt or situation, feel free to use the random number generator. Or if you rather just take a risk feel free

2. Responding characters then roll for the relationship between the two of you. Optionally responding characters can also share your cause of death/time left to live or roll for their own, but that's not required. A living character caring for (or horribly mutilating) a dying one is fine, too.

However, considering this is in our RP feel free to have your characters keep their CR, just make sure to inform the person which ever way you're going with it before responding!

3. Tell the person what you need to tell them before you bite it.

4. Have fun!

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ETC

Other relationships -- such as murderer/victim, doctor/patient, etc. -- can be added in along with the randomized relationships at your whim if you feel the need, or even used to replace the relationships under that heading. Just, check with the other player first if you're going to do something extreme to their character! Or, in the case of canonmates, if you want to ignore the table and just go with your characters' canon relationship, you certainly can do that as well.

Also, if you would prefer to ignore the table entirely and just play out your own death scenario, feel free! This is a meme, so rules are pretty lax. If you like, you can also replace "death" with some other irreversible, negative scenario, such as being trapped in another dimension. The main point is that the characters conversing will never get the chance to talk to one another again, so you better make the last things you say to them count.

Immortal characters can be AU'd into non-immortals or otherwise made to fit the settings however their muns would desire. Also, if you get a death prompt and a time limit that don't make sense together you can either interpret the prompt as liberally as necessary to make it make sense OR you can simply roll the time left again until you get a time limit that makes more sense! :3

- reposted from here.

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neopoints @ 2020-06-06T19:15:00

2020-06-06T22:16:04Z

Posted by: makopoison

[ the bullet cuts a familiar path.

let's go to her together his killer says, the smooth cadence of his voice triggering phantom memories as everything begins to wash green. he stumbles, staggers, first tsurugi slipping from his hands as he strikes the ground.

its over he thinks. and for once there is no relief with the thought. he'd just secured the future for all of his friends and family, given them a world they would get to grow old in - and he wouldn't see it with them. all of his hopes and dreams now rested on their already burdened shoulders.

ready to go? she asks him, her hand in his, warm and solid in the way he remembers it. her eyes are bright, the very picture of life despite what she represents.

he isn't.

i didn't keep my promise. he says. he'd never lived for the both of them - he'd never really lived at all after that day. i can't... it can't be over yet. i need more time.

aerith's lips curl into a secret smile.

● ● ● ●

someone is playing the morning reveille. off-key and amateur, shaky with nerves.

for a moment cloud thinks that perhaps denzel decided to pick up the trumpet, as he'd so often threatened to do any time some particularly infectious jazzy beat had come over the speakers. cloud scrunches his eyes shut and rolls away from the sound, bringing both hands up to block out the sound.

that's the first indication that something is off.

not the scratchiness of the pillow or the blanket, not the sound, not the smell - but the fact that smooth palms flatten down against his ears. the familiar raised scars on his palms are missing.

his eyes open.

up and at 'em, strife, someone above him says, startling him as he flips onto his back and grabs for a weapon that isn't there - only to find himself staring at another mattress instead of the ceiling. another boy with messy brown hair swings himself down, flashing him a teasing smile. dude. you're never gonna make SOLDIER at this rate. come on, we're going to be late.

late?

he sits up.

the barracks are a hazy memory at best. faces blurred and details lost after five years of torture and experimentation. cloud strife doesn't remember the boy looking at him expectantly, or the two rough-housing behind them. he doesn't know them because he doesn't know what it was like to be sixteen, all of that is lost to the ages now.

except it isn't.

it's now. ]

Give... Give me a minute.

[ the brown-haired boy raises an eyebrow and then shrugs, a suit yourself if there ever was one as he turns away and begins to get dressed. cloud brings his hands to his head and shuts his eyes for a moment, exhaling shakily.

okay.

okay, he hasn't had an episode like this before. another brush with the lifestream, maybe? or -

a boot drops onto his lap. solid. he feels it. the rest of his uniform (trooper uniform) joins it, there's a warning call. he's going to be late. he dresses in a hurry, his hands going to places there should be scars, or marks, or muscle and finding none.

dude, brown-hair says again, now a little worried. more still when cloud looks up and meets his eyes with a wild look. any of the teasing drops away, replaced instead with concern so familiar and kind he has no fucking idea what to do with it. are you okay?

he makes a break for it.

● ● ● ●

he doesn't remember this area of the building. the barracks, the apartments of the firsts and seconds. none of it is familiar, nothing but a number and a door and the feeling of not belonging.

muscle memory seems to know the way, though. he runs at full fucking tilt, bounding with each step, taking stairs three at a time. his body can't handle the pace, isn't used to being run so ragged without mako to power it. by the time he gets to zack's door he's doubled over and practically gagging from the effort of running up six flights, entire body trembling with exertion. he doesn't knock, he pounds with everything he has. ]

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neopoints @ 2020-05-17T21:03:00

2020-05-18T00:03:59Z

Posted by: makopoison

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the road not taken. turk au,

2020-05-14T22:37:05Z

Posted by: makopoison

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neopoints @ 2020-05-09T01:58:00

2020-05-09T05:08:25Z

Posted by: makopoison

.[ the official reports neither specimen was recoverable. specimen a fought brutally to the death, and specimen b was doa. succumbed to the elements, they say, the body mostly eaten by wildlife by the time someone had discovered where specimen a had stashed it.

it wasn't the truth, of course. not a single soul who read that report bought into it. but specimen b had been a failure, tracking it down would be a complete waste. there wasn't anything of value to be found in that skinny, wretched body or those empty blue eyes.

except those eyes aren't so empty now.

he still isn't coherent, not completely. it comes and goes, but he hasn't been since he was delivered, practically gift-wrapped, to the young vice-president of the shinra corporation courtesy of a helicopter and a pair of turks with downcast eyes. he'd gotten his hands on one of them, snapped his arm clean in two, fought like a fucking demon before he simply stopped and lapsed back into a near catatonic state. they figure he's probably fucking done for - there isn't a scratch on him, but they've all read the reports. who the fuck can survive that? better men than him died under hojo's scalpel, and he's just a little nothing.

but that little nothing did kill sephiroth.

its almost a week in before he actually wakes. turning his head, blue eyes unfocused as he pulls at the restrains keeping him strapped to the bed. ]

Mmm.. Nngh... ?

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i've no more fucks to give.

2020-05-03T06:45:01Z

Posted by: goldtoxicity

[ there's a new boy on campus. one of the last mutants left standing after m-day happened.

word on the street is he's a transfer (a survivor) of the now defunct xavier's institute, his tuition paid for by his legal guardian after he'd been picked up wandering the streets. he's seventeen, nearing eighteen, but his educational levels are all over the place. a prodigy in the sciences, but barely scraping by on the humanities. he had health problems, the kid who'd given him a tour of the school had said, having eavesdropped before they'd been formally introduced. he spent the past two months in a coma.

joshua foley is a mystery.

the school's first mutant, or at least it's first out one. he can't hide - his skin is a bright, glittery gold, with smudges of black that seem to move. his hair silver, long enough that it's just starting to curl. and his eyes - they're corpselike, they say. unsettling.

but that doesn't stop people from clamoring for his attention. he socializes, but at a polite distance. which serve the wealthy elite just fine. they're curious and polite, but from a comfortable distance. enough that their wealthy parents will be upset that they associated with a mutant - instagram pictures and facebook posts directly aimed at mommy and daddy's delicate sensibilities. he gets it. he's friendly but not a friend, and they're friendly but they've got enough friends.

the only one that approaches with anything more than casual curious conversation is the clean-cut richard campbell gansey the third. their conversation starts cordial, some light brightens josh's too pale eyes, but must say just the wrong thing, because that invitation to his little collection of misfits is met with an immediate shutdown. ] Dude, no. [ he'd snapped. ] I came here to get away from people like you.

[ what exactly prompted that response wasn't heard, or if it was, isn't being said. the story is better without it. gansey had tried to apologize, of course, but nobody bothers with that detail. what is tacked on is the way ronan lynch and the mutant had locked eyes afterwards. the way his brows had pinched together and the way ronan had sneered before he, adam, and gansey had turned to lope off across the quad, and josh had watched them go, stuffing his hands in his pockets. ]

You would think [ he'd allegedly muttered, quietly and hatefully ] somebody in a place like this would have a little tact.

[ but that's all external.

internally, joshua foley has no idea what to make of this. every part of him itches to run again, to try to dodge around how much dani loves and cares for him so he can disappear into the scenery and be forgotten about. so long as she knows he's here he's never really free. she says she won't use him like he was used before, she says that his powers are his - but he doesn't trust that anymore. not when he knows that he exists as a last resort, an easy out, and all it takes is one person to remember for him to be pulled back into the hell of obligation and family.

no one here knows what he can do.

he passes it off as a physical mutation, nothing more nothing less. unfortunate. boring. people lose interest once they know he can't blast fire out of his fingertips, and the only one who knows the truth is told off swiftly and coldly. if they get killed pursuing something stupid and magical, that's not his problem. no skin off his nose. it won't bother him a lick.

( if he tells himself this enough he's certain it will be true )

the mystery and intrigue doesn't fade out completely, but there's always a new scandal, a new faux pas to gossip about. it isn't until one of the distant-but-friendly classmates on a science project hands him an invite to a special party later on in the week that he actually starts to feel like they see him as a person and not a novelty.

though it could just be for bragging rights about being tolerant.

and what a party. absolute riot. he's nearly buzzed off the atmosphere alone, further away from the vibe of xavier's and the x-force than he'd been since he'd set foot on campus. there are fireworks and explosions, kids with too much money and too much freedom smashing newly purchased televisons just for the hell of it. one moron twists his ankle trying to jump over his car, and no one looks at him expectantly to heal it.

he's not here for that. he's - backsliding is probably the term david would use, if david were here. back without any sort of parental supervision, without obligation or duty, he's spinning out. he has nothing but time to think. and all that thinking - that's the problem right there. it makes him angry, it makes him upset. it gives him a private dorm at dani's request, both because she knows he has nightmares and because she fears that he might lose control and hurt someone.

so that thinking - that thinking, those thought, all this terrible damage - has to be turned off for a while. he asks for a guide, and when they ask what he wants, he says a little bit of special k and it sounds stupid but it earns him a grin and a jerk of their head towards the car where the host is lounging. kavisnky's a name he's heard rumbled here and there, the master forger. the up and coming druglord to be.

the boy that actually leads him there - a with the glassy eyes and giddy smile - doesn't feel right. he feels the hair on the back of his neck prickle as his senses warn him that something is off about the way he's built. something vital here or there is missing, isn't it? josh doubletakes when they're close enough to brush wrists, hand tensing as wrong and missing flood his senses. he doesn't catch himself as he turns to watch him go, brows drawn together and lips parted - tempted to call him back, to ask if he can look deeper to make sure he's okay, but he stops himself.

it's probably fine, he thinks. maybe he got his appendix out. maybe, maybe, maybe -

maybe he's just crazy. maybe this isn't his fucking problem. he shakes his head as if to rattle the thought out, fixing the host with a smile. ]

Hey. I was told you're like, the guy to talk to around here for contraband.

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here at the honeybee inn. / open

2020-05-03T04:24:14Z

Posted by: makopoison

[ they tell him he won't make soldier. no amount of training can fix a weakness of the soul. the mako doesn't agree with him - he's bedridden for three days after the initial test, and upon discharge, told he'll nnot be allowed to apply again. on the very same day he'd tendered his resignation, apologizing to his squadmates for letting them down, and left a message to the turk who had helped him on the trains as well as zack fair, thanking them for their belief in him, however ill-placed.

he was left with no choice but to improvise. there was nothing to return home to in nibelheim, no reason to quietly endure further ridicule and a lifetime of being ostracized, but no way he could live on the plate with the sky-high rent and the soul-sucking jobs requiring more skill than country boy can provide. he isn't the first SOLDIER washout to be too ashamed to go home, and he knows he won't be the last. the slums are full of them. he'd found himself lost, wandering lost in the shadow of the plate. sector five was bright and flashy but he wasn't equipped to deal with pickpockets and gangs. the better part of the day was spent utterly terrified, certain he was going to die here tonight and no one would ever know because he'd been too damn stupid to tell them his plans.

don corneo's men saw an easy mark for the coliseum. promising big money and a place to sleep - but a hand on his shoulder, a whisper in his ear, i could make you a star, darling - offered him something better.

andrea rhodea had smiled so charmingly and with such faith he'd decided he was in before he even heard the offer.

( they'd suggested claudia for his stagename, not knowing it was his mothers. he'd balked, almost shouting no, because while the rhinestones and glitter were rapidly becoming just another part of his world - he couldn't imagine the humiliation of anyone he knew knowing this. shame had consumed so much of his life, dictated so much of what he enjoyed - he refused to let it ruin this too. )

so cirrus was born. and cirrus was a fucking hit.

and he hadn't been lying. cloud's androgynous features were a smash with the customer-base. he was a quick learner, a hell of a dancer, and not too bad of a fighter. he was a star - and it came with glitz, and glamour, and gil, but no glory.

the usual showstopper was done for the night. cloud, center-stage, dancing to a flashy new routine in a uniform somewhere between the men's snappy suits and the women's bulky bee costume. he's fanning himself in the changing room, huffing out a breath as he counts down the minutes until the end of his shift, when one of the girls tells him he's been requested for a private show. ]

Seriously? I'm almost off the clock. Can't someone else -

[ it's someone important, she says, shaking her head. classified. you know what that means.

the blonde pulls a face.

don't worry, it doesn't look like an exec. she adds hastily. but you better move.

he sighs. turns back to the mirror to wipe away any evidence of exertion and heads for the room. ]

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neopoints @ 2020-03-20T01:01:00

2020-03-20T05:24:41Z

Posted by: makopoison

[ claudia strife had not been a popular woman. non-native to nibelheim, arriving eight months pregnant but only two months married. the husband had abandoned her and her boy before he'd turned five. smalltown politics made it difficult for her to ingrain herself in the community, where she stuck stubbornly despite their dislike of her. she was loud and vivacious, shedding the city girl she'd been and embracing the county life and all their gossip.

the boy, though, was another story. he was as rough and tumble as any other child, yet he'd been the one branded a troublemaker. his mother would say that he didn't pick fights, he just ended them. the country kids would say that he fought without provocation. and the bystanders, who never opted to comment, would say that though he was the one to throw the first punch, he was never the one to start the fight. he was quiet, odd, easily picked apart. developing a temper where self-esteem should have been.

which is why when he'd said he wanted to be a SOLDIER, he'd been mocked. the only one who hadn't laughed in his face had been tifa lockhart, who only asked him to promise to save her again some day.

he'd been on base for about two years before plans changed. working his way through the training programs, updating his simple country knowledge with everything the city had to offer. cloud strife was a loner, his file read. cloud strife does not engage with people his own age. cloud strife has difficulties relating to his peers. cloud does not command authority. cloud obeys orders competently for the most part but has incidents of insubordination. damnable traits in a soldier, the kind of that ensure they always stay on the bottom rung.

( and other higher ups have the eye on him, so that simply won't do. the boy is strikingly similar to the presidents son, people've noticed as he's gotten older. )

they'd pulled him out of training early about a month ago. catcalls of ooooooh, strife's in trouble chasing him down the hall as he followed the unfamiliar woman who had called his name. she was dressed in the sharp suit of a business woman, but every step she took was as deadly as a panther. he knew what she was - turks didn't blend in with the rest of the world, they stuck out. something special.

the woman hadn't smiled at him as she'd set the clipboard aside, leaning in close. you don't fit soldier. she'd said. you can hit hard, you can fight like the best of them, but you don't have the right heart... honestly. i'd be surprised if you had any heart at all.

cloud blinks. too stunned to be hurt.

so you're off the SOLDIER program, she taps something on the screen and his file pulls up. the humorless picture on his id popped up. but you still made the cut. don't worry.

it turns out you don't really get an option to say no to the turks. being on their radar means that you've been marked. it wasn't a question of if he wanted to change careers, it was an order. things have already been set into motion. there's no opt out.

and so a month later he's walking into headquarters. tseng is talking to him as they ride up to the turk's floor, but he's scarcely paying attention. too busy gazing out the window at the vastness of the city, fiddling with the sword at his hip.

cloud, tseng says, sharper than before. he snaps to attention, dropping the reflexive salute once he catches himself. you'll be with reno from hereon out. ]

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neopoints @ 2020-03-08T01:43:00

2020-03-08T05:43:39Z

Posted by: machspeak

[ When other kids were writing to Santa, Thomas Shepherd had put pen to paper and asked for salvation.

Not the Christian kind. Though he guessed that would have been okay too. Being pulled from one shitty living situation and dumped into another with bonus fluffy clouds could’ve been a nice trade. The Shepherds weren’t anything. Didn’t go to church, temple, mosques - they called it all a scam and washed their hands of it, much the same way they did anything relating to child rearing. Tommy raised himself on a steady diet of cheerios and found parental figures in the faces on the news.

The Avengers.

The X-Men.

And so at eight, on a chilly December morning, he asked for the only thing he really wanted. A place among them. A chance to prove himself, a chance to be good.

Maybe it was because his grades were a tic tac toe pattern of Cs and Ds. Maybe it was because he already had the starting of a criminal record. Shoplifting food and games with quick fingers that cameras hadn’t caught, the security alarm giving him away

( he knew better after that )

but no reply ever came.

That was how he learned you make your own salvation. Heroes don’t exist. Not really. Not where it matters.

His parents didn’t use the M word. Not even after the divorce, when custody was a point of contention - neither of them wanted him and argued why the other would be better suited to taking care of a ‘special needs’ child. It wasn’t even said when later, much later, Frank fell off the wagon so hard he broke his hip when the car hit the tree - stunned and confused as to why his son, who had been in the passenger seat, hadn’t gotten impaled by the branch that broke through the window. He wasn’t allowed to use the word, not even as he went through the regiment of keeping his naturally silver hair dyed a tidy black.

He wasn’t allowed to run track when he nearly doubled the school’s speed record.

He wasn’t allowed to do anything. Other than keep his eyes down and his smart mouth shut - but that, like so many other things, proved to be an impossibility. His powers were growing. His anger was growing.

And it all culminated in the explosion of his school. An accident. Nobody from Xavier's showed up at the court hearing to try to claim custody, he was just handed over to the authorities. Bye-bye life. Would've stayed there if Lisa hadn't tracked down where he'd been shunted off too, her spellcaster friend making short work of the supposedly top of the line defenses. She'd offered him a purpose, and he'd latched onto it like nothing else.

And now he was here. Standing shoulder to shoulder with burgeoning heroes. Their leader is rattling off a speech the rest of them aren’t into - Tommy’s toes are tapping against the ground, itching to make some noise. There are guns trained on them and

“Seriously, give up. Do you guys know who you’re facing here? Only New York’s leading super heroes! You are in a fight with the latest, the greatest YOUNG AVENGERS!”

Gag.

Tommy knows for a fact that there’s another team out there with the name and they aren’t going to take kindly to some trashy kids using their name, issuing the kind of justice that the snooty kids from the upper crust turn their nose up at. Neither are the X-Men, not when two of the loudest members of this little outfit are mutant and not afraid to shout it. They’ll come calling, and while he thinks it’s a stupid fucking plan that might have worked if their team wasn’t primarily staffed by sociopaths, Melter isn’t changing his mind. It isn’t as if they have anything else going for them.

But he's pretty sure it won't be long until someone changes it for him.

He won't even consider cutting them out, even if they're fucking nazis and future school fucking shooters in the making, so they stay and Tommy stays because he's got nowhere else. Its a ticking timebomb, but three outta five people he can tolerate can't be bad. Beggars can't be choosers.

They beat a hasty retreat when the man screams for help as Egghead crunches his arm under his heel. Scattering into the night, promising to meet back up before dawn at the base. ]

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MUTATION.

2020-02-13T04:35:38Z

Posted by: goldtoxicity

There are some elements of BODY HORROR and MEDICAL HORROR in certain aspects of this event! They can be avoided if you're not comfortable playing with them, and be sure to warn appropriately if you're opting into them.

THE SETUP.

A total comedy of errors. The research wing of De Chima General has been incubating some promising new pieces of technology, most promising among them being their experiments with nanotechnology.

On April 16th, a overloaded piece of technology explodes and takes half the laboratory with it. Josh, being Josh, rushes in without thinking too hard about his own safety. He's able to save the trapped researchers at heavy cost to himself, ending up unconscious from the healing effort and in critical condition due to the injuries sustained getting them out.

Thinking quickly, one of the scientists jams him full of their experimental nanites to try to save him, not realizing that he'll simply heal on his own if allowed to regain his strength. By the time the fire department and his emergency contacts arrive, he's up and walking around again. All seems completely fine.

Except, perhaps, for the fact that his powers seem to have gained a significant boost. One that he has difficulty managing. And one that appears to be growing exponentially. And by the morning of the 18th, Josh will have lost all control.

His power is biokinesis. Manipulation of biological material on a genetic level. Josh largely just limits to healing and killing people, both of which will be happening in spades, but with the added bonus of (temporarily) rewriting people's genetic code. Characters will need to be within Heropa to be affected, but leaving the city will not undo the effects. They cannot be reversed until Josh has been dealt with.

This will happen while in Heropa and will create an area of effect that will cover the entire city for the duration of the week.

HEALING.
Your character might suddenly be the healthiest they've ever been, freed from all weakness and disease. Scars might even fade without a trace. At the end of the event things will revert back to normal.

GENETIC MODIFICATION. CIVILIANS.
People without powers are suddenly going to get them. Your average everyday citizens will be gaining artificial mutations which could really be anything you could imagine them to be. Some may suddenly be able to shoot fire from their hands and fly. Others might just turn a brilliant shade of blue.

Superpowers in the native populace can only really lead to chaos. Some kids might throw on a homemade costume and go out and try to fight crime, get themselves in trouble. Some folks might run out and live their dreams of being bank robbers. If you can think of a scenario with superpowers going wrong, you've got it.

To ensure things don't get too out of hand, the collateral damage is limited localised destruction of a building, and up to five NPC casualties per incident. Anything likely to have a larger impact on the setting or resulting in a higher death toll will require separate mod approval!

GENETIC MODIFICATION. IMPORTS. warning for BODY HORROR.
While imPorts aren't going to be getting any extra offensive superpowers from Josh's meddling, they can still be affected by his ability. Josh's powers will be triggering something akin to a secondary mutation.

If you've ever seen a mutant with a physical mutation, you'll know that some look pretty human and others really do not.

You can have these be as simple as your character getting some cute animal attributes, like cat ears and a tail (or losing them if they already have them), they could become totally bestial, or grow a splendid pair of wings. They could find themselves being made of liquid metal, or water, or even become made of rock or diamond. Hell, someone might wake up and find their head is now on fire.

Secondary mutations are usually either tied to an evolution of a character's abilities or their mental state. So feel free to be creative!

The level of pain involved in this transformation is entirely up to the player.

KILLING.
It's not all fun and games, though. There is a malignant side to Josh's abilities too.

Your character might suddenly be on their death bed with no explanation. as the week progresses they become sicker and sicker with a mystery ailment. Symptoms will include about what you would expect from a plague, with the added bonus of a weakening and/or losing control of superhuman abilities. How affected they are and what symptoms they have are entirely up to you.

This illness is not contagious in any way and cannot be passed on to other imPorts.

HOW DO WE END THIS?

Well, that is entirely up to you!

For the sake of keeping this playable for the expected duration, Josh will be unable to be taken out for the first few days of the event. His healing factor is in overdrive and he'll heal faster than anyone can inflict damage on him. imPorts can track him down but will find him still very much out of his mind and unwilling to back down. Anyone who approaches him, friend or foe alike, will find him turning the brunt of his lead powers on them, and injuries will heal too quickly to make a difference. This will change on April 22, at which point he will be vulnerable to psychic and physical attacks.

The only way to end it is to reach Josh and make him stop, but whether this is by killing him or through some other method is entirely up to all of you. I'm not opposed to whatever outcome ends up happening.

AFTERMATH
Everything will revert to normal once Josh has been dealt with. All effects will fade within 24 hours.

Characters who will sick will find themselves recovered though perhaps still feeling drained, characters who were healed will find themselves slowly returning to their baseline, and characters who had secondary mutations inflicted on them will return to normal.

The exact process and length of the transformation is entirely up to you.

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terminal.

2019-12-09T05:56:35Z

Posted by: limits

[ AVALANCHE's first mission had been to deal with the Sorceresses. It hadn't been an easy task, but it had been a necessary one to gain the allegiance of the GARDENs in their war against ShinRa. Their journey had been long, and bloody, and filled with loss and misery - but at its end, they had stood victorious. The world had seemed so bright and brimming with possibilities, and for that one shining moment, all of them had hope.

It had lasted about six months. Construction on EDGE was well underway before they realized they had a problem on their hands.

Geostigma started to claw its way across the planet. At first the handful of survivors from Midgar began displaying symptoms, spreading slowly out from there. An epidemic that magic can't cure, that slowly choked the life from the host.

It hits him while he's visiting the Garden. He has a stack of casefiles - all children from Edge, in need of homes and (probably pallative) care while they hunt for a cure. Midgar's government is in shambles and there's nothing in place to take them, so the best thing to do is move them to somewhere that can. Not all are sick - but even if they were, there's really no telling until they begin to bleed.

Most of the people who have it don't display symptoms until it's far too late, and Cloud is unfortunately no different. He's seated in the chair across from Squall's desk, waiting for the commander to be pulled from whatever meeting he's attending to sit down and discuss somethimg more important. His fingers impatiently tap against the mahogany wood underneath him, tap, tap, tap, tap - until they're locking abruptly. Pain flares through his senses and Cloud pitches forward, coughing and gagging. Black blood splatters across the fresh white paperwork, obscuring the hopeful faces of new recruits. ]

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