#brobevent

You’re free.

Your character awakes where they once were. For once, it’s not the hell they’ve been in for weeks or months. It’s home. It’s the institution. It’s work. It’s wherever they were before arriving in Oblivion. Relief may flood your characters so much that it becomes nearly impossible to understand, but what is real is the fact that they are free from such a wretched place, back on earth, far safer than they’ve ever been.......... or so they think.

False Return

April Fools is not an exception for archdemons, and this is one prank that will most likely break your character from the ultimate feeling of false relief and hope. On April 1st, the castle has become empty due to everyone going home. You read it. Everyone’s gone back to where they were prior to arriving in Oblivion. The catch? It’s an April Fools joke, so this only lasts for the entirety of April Fools.

Your character(s) will have woken up wherever they were before ending up in oblivion and spend a whole day back on earth. This lasts for a day.

You can either:

i. Write a self para of your character waking up where they were before coming here and what they did all day.

ii. If your character is in a place where another character also was (e.g. current patients), you can have a convo with them that takes place during that day. Texts and phonecalls always exist and have existed for ages so your character is free to call another if they are nowhere near each other/cannot get to each other due to where they are.

iii. You can post starters of your character(s) waking up on April 2nd and finding themselves back in the castle because this is a cruel joke

Twist the bones and then the back...

How can we forget who we are? Trickster archdemons above all else. Entertaining ourselves by watching you all run around trying to get out. Enjoy your last break of calm before another storm hits. Let the metamorphosis of your physical attributes commence.

Welcome to Bend!

This is actually a genderswap event, nothing major but very fun for a lot of us. Pretty self explanatory, yeah? This event can go on for a whole week, and instead of it being for twenty-four hours in roleplay time, it will also go through a whole week, but will “fade” for others faster (so if you wanna go back to your usual fc before the event is done, then you can! It is fine if one or more characters do not participate. It’ll be sort of funny if not everyone is affected by this event. This event is going to take place February 29-March 7. This can also give you some time to think about your character’s genderswapped faceclaim(s). You can tell us just by shooting an ask and I will update this post with faceclaims that’ll be used during the event. It’s 10000% allowed to use someone’s faceclaim that they’re using now for their genderswap one. We’ll add all the genderswap faceclaims that’ll be used for the event under a read more in this post so people know what’ll be taken. You can always shoot us an ask or an IM if you have any questions or need help in choosing a genderbent FC. I’ve actually been told I (Val) am really good at choosing those FCs for myself or others.

FCs that’ll be used in the event are down below!

It’s got to be because you’ve been stuck here, right? Got to be because of that, surviving three horrific challenges. It’s just getting to you, right? That’s why you’re feeling like this... right?

Not that everyone’s completely ‘cured’ of their problems, but most have gotten better. Some of you were staff. Wouldn’t you like to to feel that familiarity again for a whole day? We think you all deserve a break from this place, deserve to get back to something... you all can understand better than anything. But one day could be one day too many when you’re at your worst. You should know these hallways and these rooms. Isn’t that so kind of us, to give you this old ‘home’ of yours again for a little while?

Welcome to Roots!

*please forgive the lack of a graphic, photoshop hasn’t been functioning for a few weeks now.

The Freaks Come Out at Night - on the stroke of twelve, the challenge will begin, and your bodies will morph and change into creatures that would only come out in movies or in Halloween. Be careful, be sharp! Your friends may betray you, or you may betray them.

You may realize you have powers you didn’t have before, a thirst or hunger that shouldn’t seem normal. You may even look different depending on what you’ve become. All things are clear; you are not you anymore. Will you be able to keep a hold of your humanity to keep your friends safe from yourself? Will you be able to defend yourself against those friends who suddenly wish to kill you?

Welcome to Reversed Cinderella! - A Halloween Event!

Donnie had been running long enough for beads of sweat to mat some of his blond hair along the side of his face and for his shirt to start sticking to his skin. It wasn’t just the running though, it was the pressure of hiding and trying to gather as much supplies as possible. He had no idea what these creatures were other than the fact that his run in with one almost cost him is life. Looks like you truly could use anything to defend yourself and a textbook in the library had been the line between life and death. Now the blonde carried a messenger bag over his shoulder filled with some food, water, and items that could be used to help treat anyone in need. Originally it had been for himself, but along the way he figured having it would help no matter what. Who knows how long these things would be around and if there were too many to handle. 

He was proceeding in the opposite direction of the noises, though the eerie clicking seemed to echo all around in these long hallways. After rounding another corner, Don halted and got into a defensive stance. His fist was at the ready because without a flashlight all he could see were slight movements in the darkness. If it had been one of the monsters, it would have attacked him by now. “Are you okay?” Maybe he should have been quieter about it, but he was struggling to catch his breath and wanted to keep moving. Squinting and moving closer, he could see that the person was sat on the floor. Either they were catching their breath, hurt, or hiding in the worst place possible. “Do you need help? You know we can’t stay here.” He could ignore and keep moving on his own, but that wasn’t the type of person Donnie Mathison was.