Kaeya

It had been a long day for Kaeya, and tonight he was once more in his office finishing up his work for today. He was looking forwards to having a drink at Angel’s Share afterwards. He wasn’t too happy when he heard a knock at his door. “Come in.” He sighed begrudgingly.

Morax

He was settled in his seat that sat on a slight elevated platform above the main floor of the room. The room was decorated lavishly but nothing could distract from the imposing aura of the God of Geo. His horns the twisted from his head, his long gold colored dragon tail that was curled elegantly next to his chair. "Speak, before I deem your presence unnecessary." He spoke in a low tone, his unwavering golden eyed gaze settled on the one before them.

Fortress of Meropide

The Fortress of Meropide, to overlanders, is a prison, a place of solitude under the ocean where you go should you be convicted of a crime. Built of metal, and home to the convicts of the Courts of Fontaine, here they use a currency called Coupans. Mora means nothing here. Work, sleep, eat, relax. That’s how it works down here…

Illyrian Camp RP

|| ACOTAR themed : open ended starter ||

Outlander RP

|| An open ended plot for you to build off of ||

Daiam -Eremite-

The desert was hot, obviously, and the sand blew up with every balmy hot breeze. Home to scorpions, primal constructs, fungi, and flying serpents. That didn’t include the vast majority of Eremites, Treasure Hunters, and those crazy enough to venture into the vast golden dunes. *’No need for hired help.’* They had said. *’It’s not* ***that*** *far into the desert, you’ll be fine.’* They mused. They were indeed… *not* fine.

Vampire Coven SBI

|| Sleepy boys but Vampires ||

Childe

It was a warm summer day after school, Childe was standing with his friends as he spoke with them. His attention was pulled away when a kid from another class walked by. Catching his attention and drawing it away from his friends.

Piglin Brute

The nether was hot and smelled like ash more often than not. But currently, it smelled like the odd, sickeningly sweet smell of warped forest mushrooms and the odd sappy substance that leaked from the strange trees of this area of the nether. It was dangerous, to traverse this area, not only because of the endermen that wandered but also because of the holes in the ground that could send one tumbling to the doom into a pit. Or into a pit of lava. Nearby, there was a bastion, a large imposing structure made of blackstone. Piglins milled about and guarding the entrance was a tough-looking piglin brute who gave a short, threatening snort at the sight of an unknown traveler approaching.

Venti

Venti leaned back as he sat on the walls of Mondstat. The soft breeze pulling at the braids in his hair as he sat and enjoyed the view of Mondstat in all its glory. His head was tilted to the sky as he basked in the setting sun.

Divergent

It was springtime, and the city was bustling. It was around the time of the aptitude test and the Choosing Ceremony, a big thing within the five factions. But, of course, there was also everyday life. Erudite's going to and from their work and stations of study, Candor students studying law and working with criminals. Dauntless walking the streets and keeping people safe, Amity transporting goods and food to different places. Abnegation giving food to the factionless.

The Blade

Hero AU (SBI)

Tamlin

The forest wasn't the same after the wall fell, after the war with Hybern. Fae came and whisked human families away to the safety of the summer court, promising this was only temporary, and it was only temporary. But there were others who were left behind, humans who became savage as the creatures that prowled at night and lurked just out of sight. Monsters and humans alike, in those few weeks of chaos, were utterly wild. Maybe it was the idea to rest in the very place that had been the location of the tragedy, or maybe the instinctual pull that dragged them here... But they were here still, standing across from a once lavish mansion now in shambles, thorns and briars lining the gardens and manor.

Exile Tommy

It was a cold, brisk morning. The sound of the sea on the sand accompanied his silent loneliness. He felt... empty. That was normal these days, day in and day out, Dream would be by. He was his friend, he protected him, his *only* friend. Dream had said that no one cared for him anymore, that had to be true... right? Tommy closed his eyes as he sat in the sand. His stomach growled, but he didn't have any food to eat. He had to wait until Dream came to see him. He glanced out to the sea, watching the sun rise slowly. "Maybe... I'll be productive today." He murmured to himself. But the thought of Dream burning his things made his stomach churn with nausea. The brief thought of running away to Techno and Philza's home in the tundra came to mind. But he didn't want to upset Dream. Behind him, there was a rustle in the forest, causing him to turn to the forest line. "...Hello...?" He asked timidly, his wings bristling with anxiousness.

Harvey

Harvey was no stranger to nasty wounds and terrible injuries. The Farmer in charge of the old farm was definitely one of his most profitable-off customers, unfortunately. But otherwise, the residents of Pelican Town were well taken care of in his hands. It was the first week of winter, and he was looking over his spreadsheets after seeing Jodi and Vincent off after the little boy's check up. It was almost time to close, when there was a knocking at the door. Maru had already gone home so he had to open it himself. "Hello?" He asked as he opened the door.

Shadowsinger Azriel

The House of Wind was officially Cassian and Nesta's, their home, and they allowed Azriel to live there too. Rhys and Feyre lived in the riverside residence, alongside their child Nyx and Elain. Everyone was settling into their roles. But... Something was bothering him. A few years ago, he had been a bit *pent up* and visited the local brothel for some action. It was a well-known and female run brothel, with fare wages and even childcare should the workers have children. He had made sure to use a contraceptive brew, as had the female... and yet... he couldn't stop this nagging feeling that something more had come from that union. A few times in the past, he had flown over Velaris and caught a... strange smell, that made his instincts scream to protect, to hold, to nurture. And yet... he could never find the source.