#roleplay threads

-@ask-mateo-manta

[ The Breaker Box stands empty in the very early morning, with all the staff seemingly having gone to bed and the patrons slumbering away in their own homes in the home. Nobody greets Sprite... but eventually, she's scooped up. ]

Excuse you, little miss. I don't think we're open right now.

[ Volt's words are good-natured even as he moves to gently set her outside... but he notices that his natural spark doesn't make her cordhair fur poof up. She looks the same... could it be that her material is safe for him to touch? ]

... On second thought, you're staying right here with me. Oh, goodness, you're adorable...

Ongoing and Finished Roleplay Masterlist

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This list includes roleplays both canon to the ongoing lore of the AU and those completely separate from canon or just unrelated to the primary plot!

All underlined text is a direct link to the first post in a roleplay and the following replies can be viewed in the reblogs tab of that post!

Every roleplay will be either marked Ongoing or Finished and anything that is canceled / cut short will simply be removed from the list.

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In-Order Vampire AU Lore Threads

Both my own threads and those of my friends for organizational purposes.

༒︎⊰ First meeting - Zatanna and Bruce - Finished RP Thread

༒︎⊰ Starving Vampire - Zatanna and Bruce - Ongoing RP Thread

༒︎⊰ Reunion - Oliver and Bruce - Ongoing RP Thread

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༒︎⊰ First Meeting - John and Zatanna - Discontinued RP Thread

༒︎⊰ First meeting - John and Bruce - Finished RP Thread

༒︎⊰ Bruce's Turning / John Kills Falcone - Discontinued RP Thread

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Non-Canon Roleplay Threads

༒︎⊰ The Gilded Age of Monsters - Ongoing RP Thread

༒︎⊰ A New Constantine - Finished? RP Thread

༒︎⊰ Vampire Teeth - Ongoing RP Thread

༒︎⊰ A Long Day (Modern Setting) - Ongoing RP Thread

༒︎⊰ Vampires + Eating - Convo w/ Voids

“As reluctant as I am to get in the middle of your family drama, and as annoying as he can get, I can’t let you kill Jaime.”

@jaimelannisterthings

@prowls-analysis

“Yes,” Prowl answered in the same tongue. He was physiologically incapable of producing some of the sounds necessary to proper grammar, but he managed well enough to make his meaning clear through context. “Brutes, and worse.” He jeopardised his right hand by taking hold of Predaking’s chin and lifting it to make optic contact. 

Only one blue optic met the captive’s gold ones. Where Prowl’s left optic should have been was only an armoured patch made of two thick layers of steel. “But your species will survive. Your children are on their way to sanctuary. You are too well-documented to send with them–if you weren’t among the captives those who argue for extermination would have the leverage to demand a search.” His voice hardened just a little. 

“Arranging for you to be captured and turned over to me as an ‘exotic pet’ rather than a corpse to be mounted for display cost me political favour and some of my personal honour. If you cooperate with me I may be able to both allow you some dignity and freedom and keep you out of the hands of some who would happily make a lab specimen and foundation stud of you. I recognise your sapience and the right of your people to exist and live as they wish. I’m in the minority. Don’t put me in a position where I have to decide between your life and anything else I hold dear.”

The scowl when his helm was forced to look at them in person was absolutely nothing to the look of pure fury the moment younglings were mentioned, moving to thrash and bare fangs when the shockprod was pressed right into the small of his back. Venting heavily he flexed in place, refusing to show he was in pain but all of his rightful anger was burned into Prowl, aware he could speak Predacon.

“We were peaceful! You steal our young, kill our gatherers-” He cuts off, seething. He visibly heats up, eyes smoldering with a new kind of heat before it dissipates shortly after, thinking better of something. It takes him a few moments to regain his voice, chains straining to hold him back. It earned him another prod and this time the growl he let out was loud enough to be felt through the floor. Wings wilted, quaking from the prolonged shock before finally they took the shockprod away again.

{So long as you try it, you’re always doing it right! (; }

Mildred gasped and jumped sky-high at the voice, which was unfortunate as she was rather tall and close enough to the sky as it was. She hit her head on a branch and turned, hand on head, without for a second doubting what this stranger told her.

“Ahh!” she cried out of habit and alarm. “Why?! And lead the way!”

*Mateo looks around the club with wide eyes. He knows he came here to get Eddie’s help, but he’s never been to the Breaker Box before, and he’s curious.*

-@ask-mateo-manta

[ At the moment, the Breaker Box seems pretty empty sans a few staff members flitting around. Eddie is absorbed in working on repairing some of the stage lights, though he pauses when he hears the purring of the mischievous little inanimal. He lifts his head, and then gives Mateo a nod of greeting. ]

Guess that means you got my note. I'm still working on this, but you'll have my full attention a sec. What horrible shit have they said to you this time?

Someone told me about you, so I came over to meet you! :)

Eh?

[ The captain pokes his head up from where he sits, whittling away at a piece of driftwood. It seems like he's turning it into some sort of sculpture, full of sinuous, smooth curves. Despite the grumbling, he doesn't seem too upset at Chance stopping by—he just wants to continue his work. ]

Eugh. Who toldja? Was it Beau? Was it Gaia? Whaddya want, boyo?