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Fandom / Transylvania's Moon (Bellyache)

« on: October 18, 2020, 10:25:12 PM »

Five years had passed and all that time seemed to blur together into nothing but patrolling around at night and being given orders. Honestly it wasn't appealing in the slightest. Oh how his thoughts often drifted back to Mina and the day he had to leave her behind in England...well he didn't have to, he made the choice to try and save her from this fate. Yet he couldn't help but doubt his choice, questioning himself on why he didn't put more faith into Professor Van Helsing or why he thought trading places was remotely wise?! A glance up to the clear sky revealed the moon wasn't full but the next stage of it would be, one more night wandering the woods as a normal person..

Harker sighed quietly, letting his gaze drift down from the night sky and to the ground beneath his feet. The sounds of the forest seemed louder yet they weren't, his hearing could pick up things better now. His eyes allowed him to see farther and better, and his nose picked up on the various smells from the pollen of different floral to the animals that passed by here at lunchtime to now. A curse. There was no way a human man would be able to protect vampires, so Dracula did something about that. The potion had tasted horrible but the curse was it's result, the one good thing from it though?

"Are you patrolling the southern edge?" A rough voice asked, causing the man to look behind him.

A wolf stood there, grey fur with bits of white and darker areas. Their amber gaze staring up at him as if it was awaiting some form of instruction. If all this madness hadn't happened, Harker would've freaked out. Instead, he simply stood there. Calm...knowing that this wild animal wasn't hunting him nor had it the intention to.

"Yes. I figured it was time for everyone to rotate in order to keep a better look on things. I haven't been at the southern edge for a four months now, I need to make sure my memory of it is the same." Harker responded.

"Very well." The wolf responded to his ears alone. "I shall take your place at the eastern edge. Perhaps, a hunt tomorrow night is in order with the pack, my alpha?"

That was something he didn't like to be called, in human terms it was the same things as a lord or king. Harker didn't feel like either of those things. But tomorrow was the full moon...he wouldn't be himself then.

"Perhaps, it'll depend on how this night goes." Harker answers. "Now run along, there's a large amount of territory to watch. Since there were no hunters this week, it's safe to no have to go in groups now."

The wolf nodded before it ran off, heading off to convey the information to the other wolves before going to the Eastern side of Dracula's castle no doubt. Talking wolves....vampires, becoming a monster...certainly wasn't in any of Harker's imaginings for how his life would be as a adult. The one thing he wanted was Mina...and he couldn't have her..damn bat made sure of that.

Company. That was the good thing to come from the wolves. While he wasn’t a normal wolf, the creatures accepted him and they were his only source of nightly conversation.

For a couple of hours, the patrol seemed to be empty. Once in a while, he'd spot the local wildlife before it wisely fled from him. Coming upon the clearing that was just at the edge of the property, Harker took a seat on a boulder with a small sigh. His grey hair sported bits of the dark grey it once was though to anyone who saw him five years ago, would say that his hair was more grey than anything. His alert eyes were scanning the area, searching through the tall grass for anything that would cause for a alarm. As much as he hated this place, he had to defend it.

Fantasy / The Essenced of the I(M)bued (Axl)

« on: October 03, 2020, 03:04:21 AM »

With how large this structure was, some would dare say it was the home of the King and Queen. Perhaps it was their summer or winter home? Oh how wrong they were. This old monstrosity of a castle had stood the test of many ages with hardly a stone repaired or replaced, it housed no royalty to the public's knowledge. Within these old stone walls, rested the domain of The Imbued. A group of powerful beings that were sort of the ones to keep magic in line. Punish those who crossed the lines and threatened the lives of people as well as the kingdom. At times, prisoners that were caught in different areas were brought here if deemed dangerous enough with their magic. A blue banner rested at the top of a tower, the symbol of The Imbued. A glowing star upon this blue piece of fabric, meant to symbolize the purity of magic.

Course, no one knew just what went on in here. Maybe the King or Queen knew? Maybe they didn't. Plague didn't know, nor did he truly care. While he hadn't been brought here through the same means, the thinning man was sure that everything done in here was kept a big old secret from the royals; especially the common folk. In fact, he knew nothing of the interior of this place prior to coming. He grew up with many a story of how large and vast this place was, how old magics kept it's aging walls strong, and the moor around it ever deadly. Heck, he even heard tales of fierce wild cats that guarded the entrance. While that last part wasn't true, it was heavily guarded at the front. With all the magic here, he could understand the reason for the fortitude of all entry points.

Still, being here wasn't fun. As someone stuck with the old ways of magic, he tended to be...more unstable. The old magic required no crystal, it flowed in his blood and surged through his heart. Originally a man of medicine, he worked to create better elixirs and started to dabble his magic into it. Alchemy as he called it, making him a alchemist. Of course, he couldn't dare test things on people. These things were meant to help people and he wouldn't dare put a innocent through it. It just so happened that one said experimental elixir had gone....really wrong. To put it short, Plague fond himself with a big ol fat curse!

And that was why he ended up here. His cursed came with perks but many drawbacks. The main drawback being his other form, a monster that couldn't tell a innocent from a bad person, or a friend from a foe. Just a wild beast with abnormal power that made it harder to kill and resistant to the common pitchfork; a thick hide was to blame for that. So The Imbued came and managed to subdue him while in that form, when he turned back once morning came, well....they sure as hell weren't going to let him go. So here he was. The bastards didn't care about who he really was, they gave him a name to announce his prisoner status; at least to him that's how it felt.

Plague. A illness was serious what they were going to call him? Irritating...very irritating. Now part of him could see why they went that route, they cared not for the word Alchemist, they regarded him as a mere plague doctor. So giving him part of that seemed to be their way. Dressed in rags within the damp cell, Plague merely sat in the corner on the pits of straw. By month two of being here, he gave up on asking for new hay. They were kind enough to give him a tattered cloak as a blanket; he counted his blessings he got that.

Routine...oh how he missed his own routine. Back home, he'd go out for herbs and ingredients in the morning. By afternoon, he'd return home and work on a elixir or two with some breaks inbetween. By evening he'd probably written some notes down and proceed to just relax the rest of the time, maybe read and do research. Now? Now his routine was sitting locked in a cell with the rare venture out to the 'Chamber' in the attempt to remove his curse. Sometimes he was allowed to treat some injured Mage Hunters. A small piece of his old life, it gave him some sanity. Though usually when that happened he was strapped into that heavy black robe and forced to wear the wolf mask that always seemed to grip his face far too harshly. Whenever he wore that thing he felt....he felt like some part of him couldn't function, like his heart wanted to beat but something was holding it to the point it was a mere crawl. At least when he was in this cell, he didn't have to wear either of those things. Just dressed in his rags for pants and a shirt.

A thin brow was raised to the sound of the heavy iron doors groaning open, a sound that came with a few possibilities. Food, treating patients, or into the 'Chamber'. Taking a deep breathe, Plague tried to ready himself for the worst outcome. The thought of food was a nice one though he was certain it would be that porridge that hardly filled him up. Another thing with his darn curse, he was almost always hungry now an days. His abnormally thin state was due to his body operating under the curse's influence, only having porridge for three meals didn't exactly..help you maintain a normal weight it seems.

Fantasy / Eternal Winter witihin Nome (Firesblood) M

« on: August 24, 2020, 09:40:00 PM »

(Potential blood and violence within this thread at any time!)

Damn them all.

This was the one thing that was ringing through his head as the man had somehow managed to get over the barrier. The people who had been betting and watching the two men trying to kill each other when they were shocked to see the red haired man jump into the air, only to stomp on their opponent's face and thrust themself forward at the barricade. The people who ran this join thought they had the walls up high enough for this barrier to keep their fighters in; oh how stupid they were. Woodsly just couldn't believe it took them this long to drag someone in here that would give him a good enough boost. Sure being a tall person had it's perks, but Woodsly needed something to give him that extra height.

Slamming into the barrier as he clung to the edges of it, people rose and moved away. Not sure on what was going to happen. Woodsly heaved himself over the edge and was on the other side for the first time. He was no longer in the pit nor the prisoner cells...he was on the side where the people got to watch but more importantly, this was the side of freedom. The red head didn't stand there long, quickly he was running for it as people shouted and the men who were tasked with watching the fighters were already trying to catch up to him. At one point, there was a gun on a table and Woodsly had reached for it amongst the chaos.

The cold air only registered when Woodsly had stopped running, panting heavily as the extreme adrenaline rush had finally started to fade. His body filled with pain and he couldn't help but yell out as everything finally started to register. His knuckles were burst opened from punches he no doubt delivered, however the broken gun in one hand was coated red with small bits of either skull or potentially brain matter. The chamber was empty so he no doubt had to shoot it at one point. Bruises from previous and current fights were dark, having a purplish hue to them as they littered his body like spots on a dalmation. No particular order, only splotches of darker color against his white skin.

His right side and left leg were bleeding from bullet holes, no doubt from those who returned gunfire. If you can't get your 'dog' back in line, what do you? You shot to kill. After all, that's how those people saw the men they used in their fights. They were just like the dogs in the pits that fought and slaughtered each other. A black eye rested on his face as the world started to blur and fade, trees became foggy and the snow seemed to consume those blobs of brown color. Until finally, Woodsly's body gave out and he fell backwards in the snow with a muffled thud.

The forests of Alaska were still thick, stretching for mile in any direction. Snow coated the ground and the air was terrible cold. To anyone out here at this late hour, to find anyone in the snow was crazy. A half naked, bruised, beaten man that was bleeding was even more crazy. Some wouldn't bother. But maybe..someone would?

Fandom / Fragments of the World Eater (Pendragon)

« on: August 14, 2020, 08:16:31 PM »

Original thread- http://archive.visionary-tales.com/fragments-of-the-world-eater-t22851.html )

Duin's ability to speak Common was still not there, why was it whenever he tried to do it was like the words would get caught in his throat? While he knew the people here would sort of understand him it did cause issues. How would he be able to communicate with them? The breakfast at the table wasn't his focus, he looked to be lost in his head. Trying to come up with a solution that made his rust colored eyes look slightly dim.

"Jul....." Duin started, gesturing slightly to his throat as he tried to figure out how to word this as he realized there were words he wanted to use that didn't exisit in the tongue of dragons. "Jul...zul?"

When one pondered over those draconic words, they might come to understand he was asking how to speak like man were. Granted, it was the only word he could think of on such a short moment to use in this moment. How could he talk like them? There had to be some way.

Despite having slept here, he still wore the clothing he was in last night. Not very warm looking, the fabric looked somewhat tattered and even burned in some spots. It was hard to notice given the high emotions during the first meeting and the overall struggle to figure out some line of communication. Rust eyes looked between the two adults, seeking some answer or hope that his words were even remotely understood.

(Man.... Man voice?"

Fandom / Reviving memories (Naisiskhrae)

« on: August 14, 2020, 03:49:30 AM »

The call to the hospital had come in at two thirty am from Conclave's personal superhero. A John Doe had been found at a abandoned warehouse and had consumed some sort of medicine that had left them in a bad state; or at least, that's what the vigilante told them. Despite the information, the man was stabilized quickly and rushed to the hospital. Recovering from their ordeal, the staff nor cops got any answers when the man woke up. Unable to recall a thing. Their name, the medicine they took , why they were at the warehouse, a place to live, nor place of work. Not a single thing was in their head but the necessities. Such as being able to talk, write, read, understanding others, and other human actions. Those things he recalled, those he knew how to do just fine.

The media had gone crazy when Beastblood seemed to have gone into hiding, for the criminal hadn't attacked nor robbed any place for the past week. Many were skeptical but were trying not to jinx everything. Still there were people who were taking the media at the word; when that wasn't always a good idea. This also meant that the police were dealing with normal criminals and while the Task Force that mainly dealt with trying to capture or at least get Beastblood to back off was still around. They were now stuck doing normal jobs as they were originally just police officers who had been given a special title.

A stack of Jane and John doe cases had piled up over the years, some of them were victims of regular crime. Some cops betted that others were victims of Beastblood despite their death's not being nearly as brutal. Currently one officer was attending to their pile and they pulled up another John Doe file that probably would be just as boring as the others. Within this file would reveal several pictures of the John Doe laying hospital, hooked up to machines with no physical injuries. Items on his person were a black suit he had been found in, the bottle of pills that seemed to have just been given to him with only two missing from the total count, no identification at all, and black shoes. Under those was the standard sheet of information, a lot of it was marked unknown however some basics were filled in.

Eyes were green in their coloration, gender was obviously male, hair color was black and currently short; however form the pictures it was currently messing and unkempt. They were a white caucasion as well. Course the person whose desk this was set on would find themselves faced with the unexpected face that they hadn't seen for five years.

John.

The man took to being called that as it was what the staff and cops were calling him. This whole waking up in a place with no memory had freaked him out and it didn't help him that he felt unsafe here. Whenever the doctors or nurses would get near him, he'd feel every fiber of his being getting tense as he would feel the desire to just run. Yet he stayed put, not sure on where he could even go or what he'd do. But even as they would leave and he was in the room alone, that tension...that unease would only calm slightly.

"It's just...a new place...random....place.." John muttered, trying to explain away these feelings to himself.

However a knock would come to the door and it was opened by yet again a nurse. She had a friendly smile but John would lean a little bit more against the pillow, his nerves making the unease grow.

"Mr. Doe, you have a visitor." the nurse said, moving to allow a man to enter. "If you need anything just call."

The nurse would exit just as quickly as she entered and John would let his gaze land upon the stranger who had entered. The stranger would see a thin man sitting in that bed, green eyes watching them with a uneasy look in them, unkempt black hair that probably just needed some water to tame those wild strands, and they were currently dressed in the hospital gown.

"Uh....hi....?" John greeted nervously.

Art / Read's art thread

« on: August 03, 2020, 09:13:54 PM »

Hey all, I figured I might try to post on here as well with my art. I'm also working on doing trial run commissions of Original characters only and I might share teasers for my webtoon comic Drunk on Moonlight as well as potiental future projects or just random things.

Updated Commission info- https://docs.google.com/document/d/1UYVok6rQ_RCZoJtr2pqF9uc342aWTO7Idpp3M-8n11E/edit?usp=sharing

If anyone's interested in commissioning some art, you can just reply here, send me a message, or reach me on discord. You can also ask as many questions as you like.

I hope to have some art posted soon. ^^

Sci Fi / To Frame a detective (Pendragon)

« on: November 13, 2019, 08:44:30 PM »

Lately the cold and sleek look of the city was draining, hard to look at. He was yearning for the countryside again...hell, the dense forest on the border of the countryside was where his mind would pull itself toward when he didn't have a distraction. The smells of the trees and floral, the long blades of grass that caught the morning dew with care. Hearing the wind whistle around him, taunting him with the primal desires that would rush through him. The scent of pine and willow, earthy yet almost hypnotizing.

Laurence sat there at his chair, the man was pressed firmly into his chair. Mix matched eyes of yellow and brown were focusing their combined gaze out the window. A tea cup resting in their hand, long fingers stretched around the cup in the attempt to support it tenderly. His short creamish hair looked slightly ruffled but for the most part, it wasn't too wild looking. With his spare hand, he drummed lightly on the arm rest of his chair. Almost as if attempting to stir up the smell of cigars to get his nose to focus on a real smell, rather than the conjured up ones from his imagination. Sadly the smell of tea had long faded from the room and while he wasn't the one who smoked, he had many clients who did and some of the pieces were here prior to him getting this place; hence they already had the cigar smell imprinted upon them.

Currently he wore a pair of brown pants and a smoking jacket that was auburn with goldish trim was all he was wearing. His slippers clung to his feet, almost as if they were put on haphazardly or without care. Which was the opposite of how he wore them..in fact...there were a few off things. His jacket was wrinkled, ruffled up, and slightly opened up closer at the top. Normally he would have it smoothed out and closed all the way. The way he sat wasn't typical either. He was shoved against the chair enough to make it look like the natural cushion of it was trying to swallow him whole.

A concern look was given from the doorway was the house lady looked to the partner and friend of Mr. Laurence. She didn't know what to do and she hadn't seen the detective like this in a good long while. Often even one of these signs was a indicator of something pressing on their mind. Of course, the friend of the man had been brought here due to invitation that she hadn't sent. No doubt the detective had requested their presence so early in the morning...the sun wasn't even up yet.

“I swear he's been sitting there since midnight. I haven't seen him sleep. The only reason I know he was awake was due to him either drumming his fingers or I'd catch him moving his wrist with the teacup in hand.” Mrs. Wicky whispered in a nervous tone. “Must be important if he's been awake that long and asked for you to come here so early.”

She smoothed out her dress as she took a deep breathe. Gesturing for the partner to head on in.

“Fresh tea will be ready soon as will breakfast. I'll be back.” Mrs. Wicky said before she headed to another room.

Leaving the friend to stand there in front of a cracked open door that was fixated on the man who was still sitting there. Drumming their fingers and once in a while, adjusting their grip on the tea cup that was no doubt ice cold and hours old.

Fandom / Every hero loses something eventually (Ori)

« on: September 07, 2019, 01:15:54 AM »

Life had strange ways of working. It could stay on a single path till the ends of yours days yet feel like it went down many paths. Not everyone is able to figure things out before their time comes. Some never really have a idea and end up without figuring it out. Now for Kurt, he was just a person who went through the same routine over and over again. The man worked at one of the leading medical companies that had various facilities over the world. Granted, he had a very lack luster position. Merely the one who gave patients their medicine once upon a time, not even allowed to refill the bottles as the company claimed they wanted to prevent problems. Training specific people for specific tasks, and since he had been a recent hire by the store itself. He had no right to even touch the medicine. Someone else always packaged the bottles into that white bag. He was only able to touch said bag when the right person came up.

Now due to a incident two years ago, where a supernatural creature had robbed the store he worked at and murdered one of his coworkers. Kurt found himself in a nasty spot. A spot where he was viewed with suspicion and the only person who would listen was Vex. A rather skilled woman who dealt with the more supernatural cases. It had been a wild ride back then, a very scary one too considering he hadn't been that close to the supernatural before. Sure he knew they existed and that it was a part of the world they lived in. That didn't mean he was used to nearly getting murdered by one!

Since two years had passed since then, Kurt had moved up a little bit from that shop. In fact he had gone through the training to be able to handle the medicine himself and got a true employment from the company. The pay was honestly better but since then he found himself still talking with Vex. A friendship had happened and often, he was the one helping her in regards to the more supernatural types of medicine; as many normal drugs didn't affect supernatural. Thus special drugs had to be made for them and well, that was what he had been trained with. So he provided aid in that regard to her.

Currently Kurt was standing outside of the precinct. Having been called here and asked to meet her. It was a common meet up spot whenever they just hung out; it was safe and easier to spot one another. Lately, he hadn't been helping her with a case. Which it was a nice break, though he wondered if it had been going alright. The man currently stood there in the obvious white lab coat with a loose dark red tie on. His shirt was visible being a light grey. His pants were brown with a black belt holding them in place and a dark brown pair of shoes that were dull; no longer new shoes that would have a shine.

His short brown hair was kept out of his way and his green eyes looked around the parking lot once more. Looking for any sign she was actually here. When he found nothing, he gave a shrug to himself, and took a seat on a bench. Reaching into his pocket, he started to check his messages to make sure he had the right area of the building.

Fantasy / The times have changed into something dangerous (D.R. Chev)

« on: July 31, 2019, 11:10:17 PM »

The boom of thunder would rumble loudly as rain pelted down from the sky. A nasty storm had taken over the big city, making many residence hide in their homes or in the buildings they were currently in. It was strange, how suddenly this large storm reared it's head. It wasn't suppose to be here till tomorrow night. The weather was certainly strange. While most people were held up in a build though, those who were more night oriented were out and about. Creatures of the night, slinking through the shadows with ease.

For many years, wars were always waged between the supernatural creatures. With times changing so quickly by the hands of humans, those who were human..had to adapt swiftly. This strained many ancient families who long had a hold over the city. Technology and humans claiming that supernatural were just myths and old tales, certainly made things more difficult. Now, those of the night had to keep their existence a secret. Otherwise it would call for their entire extinction if they allowed their human counterparts to learn the truth again.

In the ancient world, it was known and it had given them trouble. But now, with technology aiding humans...it would be worse. The self induced bliss that humans gave themselves, was one of the things that helped the supernatural just stay alive. Not thriving, just hanging on in there. Holding onto the thread that they did their hardest to not destroy. This of course, caused a great deal of unrest. Adding onto the potiental to create wars with others of their own kind or different species.

Vampires and werewolves always had this...negative relationship. The two competed over the same food source, mortals. Sure, the vampire needed the blood of the human but a werewolf craved the meat as well as blood. Werewolves would tear into their prey messily, the blood filled meat was the thing they craved. Vampires were far more eloquent in their obtaining of human blood. It only made sense that they would butt heads. With times as they are now, that butting of heads was a all out war.

Night raids from either sides were more frequent, causing members from both sides to grow more angry with each other. This stormy night, within a simple burger joint sat a young man. He had a smile on his face as he chuckled at the joke the owner made.

"You should open a comedy night." the young man remarked, adjusting his glasses.

"Nah, not worth it. Honestly boy, why you up this late?" the owner asked as he reached for the rag to finish wiping the counters down. "You always come here around midnight."

"I'm a night person, I need the company truthfully."

"Well you need to get a better sleeping schedule."

Fandom / Redemption for a beast (Yautjan)

« on: July 06, 2019, 10:24:44 PM »

The city of Conclave had suffered under many villains, of beast and criminal alike. They had a resident vigilante/hero that did their best to help keep things in line but they could only do so much. As they not only had to deal with the villains of various kinds but also the police. While some police supported the hero's efforts they were still breaking laws. So there wasn't really anything else they could do but peruse both the hero and the villains who were doing a great deal more of harm. This night had started like any other that is, till the hero got a message from a shocking sort. From a criminal they probably never expected to get a message from in the more normal means.

The Beastblood was a strange criminal, once they were a normal man but something had gone wrong. Even for the hero, the details of the origin of their long standing nemesis had remained unknown. The message had requested for them to meet at one of the hideouts on the east end, a large warehouse that had long been abandoned. The hero would find that there wasn't anything stopping him. No goons and no traps, no secret even. Which was all extremely strange. Despite Beastblood being a feral like beast, they were cunning and held a good amount of intelligence when their mind seemed to allow it. Course, the lack of resistance was no reason to relax and not be on guard. For all that intelligence they seemed to hold, they were also a brutal beast as their name suggested it.

A criminal who had emerged at first as just a random string of killings and missing people. Quickly developed into the most feared being in this town that held no place in the political field. Sure the murders were still a thing that happened. But not in the sudden and almost random way as they once did. The warehouse was dark, a bit chilly due to being so close to the cold ocean waters. Though a pair of glowing red eyes would appear through the darkness.

“Finally...you came.” the strange voice commented, as if they had been waiting hours. “I was beginning to think you wouldn't pay my message any heed.”

The sound of claws on the cement floor could be heard as something walked around. The pair of red eyes moving showing that the owner of them was what was moving. The sound stopped as the creature paused and the head was lowered, blood red gaze taking in the hero. Before they moved their head away and the lights turned on. Revealing the massive, long wolf like creature. Their long body resembled more of the Chinese dragon style, and a pair of long onyx black horns were sticking out of their head; almost resembling antlers in the ways they had grown. The creature laid down on a section of metal shipping crates. Which were able to support the being's weight, a long bushy tail could be seen disappearing into the areas where the light didn't reach.

“How are you, old friend?” Beastblood questioned, a ivory fang filled smile was given.

Sci Fi / the dishelved state of a lost soul (open)

« on: July 04, 2019, 01:10:48 PM »

So idea for this is, your character is possibly a old friend or aquantince with this scientist who haven't seem them in years. Last they saw em, they were healthy and fine. Well now they're not.)

Shaking hands struggled with the vials as the blue liquid flowed to the vial containing the white one. Struggling...it hurt so much. Cutting off the flow before it the vial filled with a very pale blue liquid overflowed, he gently swirled it around with his hand. The shaking of his hand being the only problem as a droplet escaped the vial and landed upon his desk. The substance quickly started to eat through the metal desk as the man cursed under his breath and set both vials down before reaching for the deactivator. Reaching with the larger hand was a mistake as one of the spikes sticking out of the top of his hand whacked the cabinet as a pained hiss left him, causing the spike to go into the cabinet. Fucking brilliant.

A irritated look came over his sunken facial features, cheekbones visible as he jerked his arm. Ripping the cabinet off the wall as it was flung across the work space with a loud crash and bang. The boxes and cans of materials thrust away with it. Each clattering to the ground in various place as the former man merely pulled at the wood. Removing it from their hand and giving a fed up sigh, slowly trudging over to look through the rubble. A purple box with various writing was what he needed and thankfully it’s contents were splattered on the ground.

With the deactivator in hand, he walked over to the spot of his metal desk that was already devoured. Metal that was strong now looked like putty as it dripped down inside of itself. Easily he poured the deactivator rusty powder all over the afflicted surface, tired latte colored eyes waited for the bubbling and hissing to end before he set the box down and closed it.

His lab was a fair cry from the organized space it had once been, now it was just chaos. As if someone had ransacked the place and thrust everything all over the place; the cabinet joining the destruction didn’t help. A heavy knock slowly pulled his attention toward the massive high grade door. Who could be here? No one bothered him anymore...but that tends to happen when you cut off all ties to the government and go as far into dead space as you can. Slowly he approached the door and unlocked it’s various locks; the sound of beeping, clicking, and even metal scraping against itself would resound before the door was just cracked open enough for the man’s face to be the only thing revealed.

"Yes?" Hugh said.

Here they were, looking like they were starving as their face was heavily sunk in. Dark circles under his once strong eyes, his white hair used to be well managed but now it was sticking up in various directions and looked as if some charcoal like powder was stuck in it.

Looking for More / Hellboy rp idea and my info

« on: May 22, 2019, 03:26:07 AM »

Greetings greetings, I am bad at these so I do apologize. However I will try to make this somewhat useful for you.

I am a oddball rper and I'm not into smut/nsfw, now violence such as gore and blood is fine. So long as it's not constantly happening, I'm all okay with it. I mainly do Fantasy rps, as I am a fan of supernatural creatures. Modern rps don't really keep my interest but if you add supernatural influences into it, I am willing to rp in the modern genre.

My main stick:
Fantasy (Both historical and modern)
Fandom (I am picky on these. Hellboy and Balto are ones I have dabbled in, just ask and I'll le tyou know if I will rp it. ^^)
Dungeons and Dragons themed rps
Ocs (in various genres)
Canon characters ( I am even more picky with theses, again suggest what it is you would like to do and I'll get back to you ^^)

Canon Characters I play (These are rarely big main characters but background canon characters with names and some personality that I felt like they didn't get much love)

Balto (From Balto, the second movie often counts but i ignore the 3rd film)
Magus (From Gargoyles)
Myers (From Hellboy; However I often play him in AU where he ends up becoming something else and isn't human)

I am a person who prefers to rp in paragraphs. One liners once in a while is okay but I can't do constant one liners, it ends up making me loose interest. Of course I want you to post what you can come up with from what I post and you don't have to match my word count. Just post the amount you are comfortable with.

Speaking of Hellboy, I am wanting to do a few more threads in this. Often when I have played Myers form Hellboy, I make it to where something happened to him in the Antarctic that was revealed Hellboy sent him to in the second movie. Which has made the relationship worse. Although I do have some other ideas. For all these rps, I need someone else to play Hellboy. I will do my best to help protray other canon characters correctly and I apologize if I butcher any.

New Idea:
Just thought of this one but funny hilarious idea, Myers being Liz and Hellboy's kid. This would of course be a extreme change to the dynamic. Though I feel like it could be fun as perhaps the second movie wouldn't have happened and really the first movie would've gone super differently. As Myers was the only reason Liz came back. I can see that Hellboy ends up saving Myers without really knowing the connection but Myers grows suspicious when he mentions the incident to Liz and starts to investigate it on himself. In which causes him to seek Hellboy out and into trouble.

Since he would be half human; to a degree. He would have powers and I can see those powers awakening when he gets into the second incident, in which that would draw the attention from the Bureau onto him. Myers finds himself put into their employment and the Professor learns that Myers is Liz's son, though they keep quiet on it.

For this rp, I would need the other person to rp Liz and Hellboy mainly. I will be doing my best to help rp all the other canon characters which you can help with if you want. I can't promise I'll portray them one hundred percent accurately. But I will do my best. i'm also not super picky on if you aren't able to portray canon characters 100% like the movie, don't worry. It's a au. ^^

My Beastblood looking for more thread-
(I will warn you i'm not taking more Beastblood threads at this time unless the plot is super unique)
http://visionary-tales.com/index.php?topic=48.0

List of open threads-
http://visionary-tales.com/index.php?topic=63.0
http://visionary-tales.com/index.php?topic=62.0

Feel free to hit me up with ideas. ^^

Fantasy / Troubles on the road (open)

« on: May 16, 2019, 07:00:36 PM »

The cold air of winter caused the horse's breathe to fog up, turning into a little cloud of white in front of it's nose as it snorted. The man holding the reigns shuddered, the heavy fur coat over his shoulders and arms doing little to help him combat the chilly day air. His amber eyes looked up, taking note that the hour of day wasn't even at the noon mark. Well it was still cold enough for the early morning hours but it thankfully wasn't that cold. Might be a hour or two before noon, it should heat up a small bit then. The sound of a wolf far off caught his attention, causing him to jerk and look around a bit fearfully. Thankfully, he took note that it was several miles away but he gave a gentle tug on the reigns. Causing the horse to pick up speed and put some ease into his heart to slow it's fast beating.

Wilson dealt enough with wolves and he had worse things to worry about. Sure, the wolves would still startle him and put fear into him, but a sharp pain from his right arm caused him to snap out of those thoughts. He would wince and give a nervous glance down to his right arm. He really need to find someone who could remove this curse. A cold gust of wind blew, causing his hood to fly backwards and reveal his dull black hair. It was short and a little bit messy; though the messy look could be contributed to the hood of fur he was wearing moments prior. It was also short, kept out of his way and not really meant to draw anyone's eyes. Reaching with his left hand, he grabbed the hood and pulled it back over his head. Holding onto it as the wind gave a howling gust once more, kicking up some of the loose snow on the road and making it dance in the air past him.

"Not far to go old girl, come on." Wilson urged the horse in a gentle tone, his gaze looking ahead.

Hoping to see the lights or at least buildings of the town. Granted, he forgot what name the town had but that would be solved within a matter minutes. A old sign was covered in snow and normally, he would've stopped to brush it away to see what it said. Alas, he didn't want to stop. Out of fear the wolf from earlier would come racing across the woods to come and get him. So he had the horse press on and soon, he came to the little town. Relieved that he had found such a place and was quick to find the inn. In which, he stopped at with a gentle pull on the reigns and he sighed in relief. Brushing the hood off, he glanced around at the small village. Something felt....off.

Fantasy / The Frozen village (open)

« on: May 16, 2019, 06:51:43 PM »

(A nordic/viking themed rp)

The wind blew strong and hard, causing the snow that was falling to twist and turn. The night made everything dark and with the powerful wind blowing the snowflakes around, even the light of a torch struggled to be of aid. The village was buried in snow, their shapes could be seen but the doors were almost frozen shut. Everyone was locked into their homes at the moment.

Asmund shuddered as he attempted to make the fire stronger in his small home. The fire was dying and it gave a weak crackle as it tried to stay lit. Having no more firewood in his house, he grabbed the nearest chair and worked to smash it to pieces. With a leg of it free, he quick tossed it into the fire. The storm had caught everyone off guard. The Gods had to either be angry or something else was going on to cause all this sudden snow. Winter was never pleasant here in this tiny village but it was always tolerable. This...was something else. IT could only be caused by the wrath of gods or some other great beast.

To the village, Asmund was just a healer. He wasn't a warrior nor a great hunter. Often he was left alone as most vikings were willing to power through the pain of their wounds; until a bad infection set in and they either died or Asmund managed to force them into his care for at least. There were some that regard Asmund as a omen, he held abilities that no one else did. This did cause others to avoid him.

Asmund never really tried yo figure out the extents of said powers. He did recall floating once but that only happened when he fell off the edge of the cliff due to some...pesky youngsters. For the sake of attempting to fit in, he did his best to ignore his other traits. Though it proved very hard at times. Temptation to smite these fools was almost ever present.

Oh...if only he could control fire...he could stay nice and warm. A sigh left him as he set another chair leg into the fire. What little heat he got would soon be ruined as there was a thump against his door.

Looking up, the door was plowed down and a strong gust of wind blew in. The already weak fire was nearly put out but the gust died down. Asmund shuddered and he wrapped his arms around himself before looking to the door way. His door laid on the ground in his home now and the skinnier man wasn't pleased as he looked up to the bigger figures.

"What in Odin's name are you doing?!" Asmund yelled.

"SILENCE!" one of the viking's snapped.

Two of the Viking's moved out of the way to allow the third one in. Asmund still gave a serious glare to the members of the village. Who could possibly be here to see him?

Fandom / Villains and Heros (MercMage)

« on: May 11, 2019, 09:41:21 PM »

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