#roleplay thread

*Subspace called him from across the laboratory. He seemed to have something in his hands, something.. fluffy?..*

[ - @illuminating-the-future ]

*He stared at the thing, starting to walk closer to get a better look*

“Subspace, what did you do? What is that?”

There was a loud crashing noise heard from near the entrance followed by large, heavy footsteps. These were supposedly made by someone running throughout the castle. As the seconds went by, the grew louder and louder, approaching Ghetsis at a decently high speed.

Suddenly they stopped. There was a brief moment of silence. What the fuck? The silence was then quickly broken by a ear-piecing banging noise and the sound of a door being slammed up against something. The wall or the floor, presumably. A voice was then heard, yelling. A... familiar voice.

"HEYA, GHETSIS!" Archie shouted, lowering his foot back down onto the ground. This fucking pirate for real just busted down this guy's door. With his foot. Just fucking kicked it in. Okay, Archibald. Alright.

Before the footsteps, Ghetsis had been sitting in his office, the shadow triad standing attentively before him, receiving their usual daily debrief.

At first, he presumed it to be another worthless grunt with a promise of an ‘incredibly rare pokémon’ (most likely another absol). Though, the footsteps seemed much to heavy for any grunt he could think of, plus, they’d been firmly told not to run in any part of the castle.

As the thundering grew closer he narrowed his eyes, gesturing for each shadow to take a defensive position somewhere in the room. Perhaps an escaped pokémon? A planned attack from the pokémon league?

With each thud on the door he grips his cane tighter, a practiced deadpan on his face despite the racing of his heart.

Oh my Arceus..

“Archibald?!” he quickly takes to his feet, slamming his cane into the floor. “Did I not prohibit you from entering these grounds?” he scowls, the beautifully ornate door still on its hinges, thank arc. He sighs, gesturing for the triad to fall at ease. Regardless, they take their places surrounding the intruder.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, not even bothering to ask how the man passed his grunts, “what is the purpose of this visit?”

( Continued from here X ) @chromiatfp

Oh how he'd thought he'd never hear that voice again.

He does his best to find a better spot, the connection stable- for now.

::Chromia- my love. It is Predaking- I am finally able to hear your voice again,:: he rumbles in that sweet tone he got only with those he cared most about. ::I cannot express how dearly I have missed you... And how sorry I am for being away.::

A deep regret lingers, but did he not owe his life to his sire? He'd never turn away from his creator, for even he didn't know what had awaited them out there in deep space.

::I will explain all I can with what limited connection I am provided. We are to be be back on earth within 3 terran days- currently limping past their gas giant... 'Jupiter?'::

He sounded more mature now, if that were possible. The tinge of youth from his creation gone and in it's place an air of responsibility and familiarity with leadership. It was clear much had happened to him, just from voice alone. The dragon shifts, wanting to hold her already.

It didn’t take too long before a bell jingled as two rather odd figures walked in through the door. The two were from Hope’s peak- a tall, dark purple haired girl with a mask of bandages, and boy with long bluish green hair and a mask of bandages.

.Tulip halted to a stop as she heard herself call her name, but she knew for a fact it wasn’t her.  Not her at all.  “Its you..” Tulip said in shock, staring blankly on what used to be her reflection.  

Now looking very little like herself besides the face shape and voice.The sunlight bouncing and blaring off their chrome skin, them just standing in the middle of the sidewalk.  It was almost as if this was all just unreal to Tulip even if she knew the train was indeed real.  But to see living proof like this...

@sorceress-queen 

Teacher AU Morgana. 

The Asgardian prince and medieval sorceress Morgana were bought together in an arranged marriage. From the second Loki laid eyes on her he fell completely in love. They had the cards stacked against them but they had utter loyalty and love for one another. They made a family and ruled the kingdom together. She was not gifted with an extended life and died of an unknown illness but Loki had always insisted it was murder. 

In Loki’s grief he spent centuries alone, only seeing his growing family throughout the years. Loki spent his time in the shadows, tracking the reincarnations of his wife. He refused to move on and made illusions of her with his magic to make it feel like she had never left him. 

After spending time with his grandchildren and teaching them about the world he realised he wanted to teach. He worked hard and got his qualifications and over the years he eventually became a professor of Norse Mythology. 

With his new purpose in life he had lost track of his wives reincarnations until a young woman joined his class. Her name was Morgana, she looked like his wife, she spoke like her too. Fate had bought them together. He was secretly infatuated with her and also terrified that she would find out what she meant to him and run away.