#roleplay stuff

smile: "I shall return when the Earth has been reduced to dust and fire."

jeff: "laters"

most of my roleplay blogs are gone. deleted. forever. goodbye. i just cannot handle all of the stress of having those blogs and thinking that people are expecting things from me on top of all of the drama that is continually going around. so. i have four rp blogs left.

they are:

@babs-gordon-offical

@cloned-cloneboy

@jon-s-kent

@fear-toxin-jon

i am not really ready for any long roleplay stuff at the moment but feel free to shoot me an ask because i would love to do something silly or lighthearted :DDD because i do really miss roleplaying with yall. and now i feel like i'm actually in a space that i can do that.

i will also mayyyyyyybe be more active on this blog now. we'll see. it depends on how much free time i have to read comics lol.

i still have the blog that was cluck kent. it's now @discipline-him-or-medicate-him and i'll be using that as a silly side blog. idk how active i'll be on it, but it's there. (mostly i'm just attached to that account because it's my oldest lol)

Ann: Quite a few people approached me here today. but only a couple of them tried to hit on me.

Ann points them out in the crowd before setting off to track down security to smooth talk them into letting her see the cameras lol

phaze: thank you. your answers have been very helpful.

*phaze nods at faera, who sets off with ann to go to security.*

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*ann goes to ask the security guards about the footage, but they seem... unimpressed by her smooth words. after a few minutes, faera steps in with a very short and not-very-detailed explanation. only THEN do the guards let them in and look at the footage.*

*the footage shows a human man drugging ann's drink, slipping in a powder that unnaturally dissolves the very second it hits the liquid.*

faera (mumbling to himself): that bastard...!!

*the guards then start looking at what's happening now- a tall skeleton monster man dressed very casually confronting a much smaller human man, breaking up a group of four...*

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*meanwhile, phaze walks up to a small group of socialites, looking very entertained by a human man's grandiose story, given how he's gesticulating... and stands right behind him, placing him in shadow.*

phaze: Pardon me, sirs, madams, and other gracious company. I have a few questions, if you don't mind.

*they all look various degrees of confused, concerned, and annoyed. the group of four agrees, though, and the man that phaze towers over looks the most annoyed out of all of them- can't he see that he was in the middle of something??*

phaze: Would any of you happen to know about whom at this event failed to court a lovely lady, and, upon their failure, attempted to drug her into compliance?

*while the others start whispering amongst themselves in a concerned way, the human man says absolutely nothing. however, he starts sweating profusely, and his hands shake, and they do not steady when he straightens out his shirt collar.*

*phaze, at his full height, is damn near 7 feet tall, with a wingspan at least twice as large. he also happens to be a full-fanged skeleton, and part dragon. he is quite intimidating when he wants to be.*

*and right now, he has the toothy grin of a cat who's caught a mouse.*

*the man suddenly tries to bolt in a random direction, not even making it ten feet away before being magically lifted up above the crowd, away from any furniture or potential objects that could help him escape. he's in a translucent green bubble of solid magic- he almost immediately gives up trying to escape.*

*the crowd bursts into noise and speculation, and phaze finds a cordless microphone that faera used earlier for announcing the start of the art gallery event. one of his hands glows green, maintaining the human culprit's air jail, and the other holds the mic.*

phaze: Excuse me, everyone. It seems that there is a drink-drugging criminal in our midst- a very practiced one, at that! But, unfortunately, he's no longer welcome at the party, nor the gallery. Despite the fact that the danger has passed, I'd still advise everyone to drink responsibly, and if there's any further issues...

*his grin gets maniacally wide, his face scrunching in almost evil glee.*

phaze: I'd be DELIGHTED to handle it.

hi casualties unknown gang! i made a bunch of custom species for this roleplay me and my friend group are doing. since we are including in-dev layers such as frozen chasm, fungal pools, crystalline hollow, etc etc i kinda have to make shit up since those layers are mostly unfinished and have very little info about them

this rant will also include some very evil evil descriptions for my evil little evil guys. there are a total of 4 species i have written for the rp, but i haven't drawn 1 of them so you're only getting 3. ignore how none of these are drawn in the style of casualties unknown im EVIL!!!

YIPPERS

these little doggies are found in the Dried Desert and Wastelands, and are found in groups of 3-10. they steal items and hoard them in big dens. yippers are named yippers because of them using chitters, yips, yowls, and wails to communicate. they're around 2-3 ft tall on average. yippers are not ones to fight unless they outnumber their opponent, preferring to either bully their target into giving up or running away. yippers only hunt small prey like shade crawlers, most of their diet is just random shit and corpses they find. yippers are inspired off of coyotes, thylacines, foxes, and opossums.

LURKERS

lurkers are 4 ft. tall predators that dwell in the layers of Frozen Chasm, Fungal Pools, Crystalline Hollow, WHERE WE MUST REACH, and The Ascent. they are ambush predators who are masters of vocal mimicry. lurkers will hide within dark caves, putting items in front of their hiding spots before mimicking sounds they've heard throughout their lifetime, which can range from their victims' last words to traps to whatever the hell else they find interesting. once a prey item (typically a sawian) is close enough, lurkers lunge forward and disembowel their prey with their massive insectoid arms. their mandibles on their face are too weak to properly tear through skin, so they have to use their claws to get access to the much softer internals. lurkers enjoy the thrill of hunting, and will prolong the suffering of their prey by playing with their food. they're typically solitary animals, but sometimes form pairs if food is abundant. lurkers have the same intelligence as an orca, and can recognize faces. if you screw with a lurker, you MIGHT piss off an entire bloodline of lurkers. lurkers are extremely sensitive to bright lights, and thus one way to counter them is to shine a flashlight in their eyes and fucking RUN for your life. or you can just pull a gunsaw move and just shoot them if you have a gun lmao

SHIMMERPEDES

Hello my dear followers!

The more observant among you may have noticed that this is the hundredth post on this wonderful hate-blog that you have helped me to create! I may be a very skilled hater but I could not have made it this far without the support of my loyal followers, so I thank you all profusely. To honour the occasion I have decided to show you something truly special...