MAGICK

welcome to the hills! where the manicured lawns hide the deepest rot , the cameras are always rolling , and every secret comes with a price tag.

a ruthless underground whistleblower known as the lookout is broadcasting live on encrypted feeds, leaking high-definition chaos straight from bedrooms, dressing rooms, and private jets. in a city built on status, image is a weapon and someone just disarmed the entire grid. the world isn't just watching the elite crumble; they’re voting on who to cancel next. every assistant is a potential informant. every lover is a liability. can you hide from a city that’s always watching ? or will your secrets become the next headline ?

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬

A city of manicured lawns and gated driveways, Los Angeles glitters with the promise of immortality—but a new pulse is beating beneath the surface. It isn’t the sound of waves or traffic. It’s the hum of a camera. Here, status is a weapons, and someone just disarmed the entire city. The palm trees sway over secrets that were never meant to leave the bedroom, and in the land of the famous, everyone is hiding a body in their walk-in closet. Now, the curtain is being pulled back by force.

A ruthless whistleblower known only as The Lookout has begun broadcasting on encrypted feeds, promising a front-row seat to the downfall of the elite. These aren’t just rumors; they are high-definition recordings from dressing rooms and private jets. The world isn’t just watching anymore—they’re voting on who to “cancel" next. Friends have become informants. Lovers have become liabilities. Every social interaction is a minefield, and the "Glimpses"are going viral. You can try to run, but you can’t hide from a city that’s always watching. In The Hills, your secrets are the next headline.

THE HILLS — is a 20+, original character, fame-celebrity discord roleplay server. think celebrity culture, high-stakes drama, voyeurism, and mysterious "glimpse" events. we are heavily focused on slow-burn storytelling, capturing the paranoia of fame, and the heightened emotions of every muse in the server. we offer an optional original creation or follow canon timeline. we have many interaction tools included in the server to highlight each muses story / plot.

MIN OOC. AGE— twenty plus.

“Don’t bother yourself with it, it’s nothing.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. I’m not ready.”

“I’m not hiding anything.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Don’t stick your nose to my life.”

“It’s the one thing I can’t share.”

“You never talk of your problems, why should I?”

“Never mind, it’s nothing.”

“You’re just imagining it.”

“I have no idea what you’re referring to.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“You have no reason to worry.”

“Just forget it, okay?”

“Stop prying!”

THE FAME FACTORY - You know their names. Now see the truth. Behind the red carpets and Instagram filters, fame isn’t magic. It’s machinery. The first teaser clips are already everywhere. Private arguments. Backstage fights. Conversations never meant to be heard. Suddenly, Hollywood’s elite look… human. Or hunted. Here’s the catch. The cameras aren’t neutral. Footage is fed selectively. Narratives are engineered. Rivalries are sharpened for maximum damage. Producers pull strings while careers rise, fall, and burn in real time. In The Fame Factory, no one is just famous. They’re either a cog… or collateral.

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Hi sweet loves, Sabrina Carpenter here!

new to tumblr rp! outgoing. funny. musician. always down for adventures.

THE FAME FACTORY - You know their names. Now see the truth. Behind the red carpets and Instagram filters, fame isn’t magic. It’s machinery. The first teaser clips are already everywhere. Private arguments. Backstage fights. Conversations never meant to be heard. Suddenly, Hollywood’s elite look… human. Or hunted. Here’s the catch. The cameras aren’t neutral. Footage is fed selectively. Narratives are engineered. Rivalries are sharpened for maximum damage. Producers pull strings while careers rise, fall, and burn in real time. In The Fame Factory, no one is just famous. They’re either a cog… or collateral.

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What did one do the night before they were to meet the person they were to marry? Well, in an unusual twist she'd ended up in a bar.

Kira never drank publicly, she didn't like the attention it brought and when one was a member of a deposed royal family there was always attention.

Her great grandmother had insisted she marry a royal, bring the family's pride back. "Keep them coming," she told the bartender as she leaned against the bar, she'd drink yes but she'd still be alert.

Generally speaking princes weren't supposed to end up in places like this. But Emlyn had fought the council on being shoved into some prep school because that was far too stuffy for him, he'd never been a serious sort, and his parents had allowed him to choose his own university.

From there he'd joined with a group of other young people and made his way to many an open mic night. Of course his rather reluctant body guard followed him about rolling his eyes at the much taller man constantly and of course Emlyn made fun of him for it when it was his turn to perform.

For now the prince was sipping at a pint and watching those around him, he'd turned off his mental capabilities because trust him the minds of drunk college kids weren't exactly something one wanted to listen to constantly.