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WILL YOU HELP SAVE THE WORLD?

Mask or Menace is a panfandom urban 'superhero' genre DWRP game, where heroes, villains, and everyone in between seek to survive and thrive in a world loosely parallel to our own.
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[Somebody's clearly drunk, high, or both. For a second the video is portrait, then landscape, then all over the place as she drops her phone with a hissed 'Fuckshitfuck--' Eventually it rights herself and a somewhat disheveled, somehow dressed in a clean shirt Luci appears.]

So-- I know fuckall about plants, who here knows things about plants. And gardening. I need to figure out how to not kill a plant. Ideally several plants.

And any recommendations on somebody who builds greenhouses. I almost went out and bought a truckload of glass, but ironically I seem to also know fuckall about building literal glass houses. [For some reason, this is funny and she chuckles.]

[The video continues for a minute, like she's forgotten it's rolling. The laugh is gone, the performance is gone, and she looks almost... gray, for a moment. And when she does remember--]


I wouldn't be able to just... cart a mound of dirt into the church and fill it, would I? Take everything out, blow out the windows. Post-humanity indoor jungle style. Wouldn't that be something? [She grins and this time remembers to cut the feed.]
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[ Hello network. When the video first comes on, all that's really visible is the ceiling, and the audio is a soft, gentle snore. A second later, however, a spherical white and orange droid rolls into view, looming over the camera. He beeps a hello in Binary, though the meaning translates well enough regardless, and then proceeds to type using a tiny extendable arm onto Poe's communicator. ]

Network query: How best to make idiot human happy?

Additional optional query: How many have idiot humans?

Additional request: How best to delete network messages and/or bribe communication devices to not show them.

Thank you.
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[ There's something very different about Kylo today. Partially, it's the costuming and warpaint- along with his face, his bared chest and shoulders are decorated with fingertip thick lines in the red and dark grey of blood and ash, and he's wearing some kind of elaborate golden crown, a headdress that looks like it belongs in a cursed tomb in a movie. The effect is such that it isn't easy to tell that this is the same person who once called himself Kylo Ren.

It isn't immediately obvious where he is, either- behind him is a blood red curtain, and behind that, the sound of screams. But these aren't screams of pain and terror. It's a crowd- a fairly sizeable one, and they're clearly finished waiting.
Someone in the crowd starts clapping their hands- a slow, steady rhythm, and it isn't long before others begin to join in. Clapping. Stamping. Yelling. ]


Have you ever had a moment of perfect clarity?

[ Kylo's eyes close for a moment as he savours the atmosphere, the sounds, the building anticipation. Heady electronic music begins to swell, primal and rhythmic. ]

I am about to give them one.
Like many of you, these people have been told they are weak. They have been told that they are nothing. They have been told these things for so long that they begin to believe it themselves.

Listen. Do you hear them? These are the voices of the wronged, the ignored, the silenced. Accepting the lies they have been crushed under, their suffering goes unheard. They are the unnoticed.

But not to me. I see them all.
I see you, too.

Come. Be strengthened. I will not turn you away.

[ And with that, he turns. The curtain between him and his audience bursts into flame and disintegrates- there's a brief view of the awed faces of the front row, jostling to be closest to the stage, but those behind are drowned out by the brilliance of the stage lights. ]

☀ 01 ☀

May. 15th, 2018 05:13 pm
baphlement: gabbie (Effective.)
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DISCOVER YOUR PATRON GOD* TODAY!

Give your answers to the following questions in the comments, and BAPHOMET will analyze your soulful results. Then we can chat about it! If you're a Pantheon god already and you take the quiz YOU CHEATER I reserve the right to all and any bullshit.

(1) WHAT IS YOUR PERSONAL LEGEND?
A. My dick, like a mythical tale, has been passed from mouth to mouth.
B. My legend is yet written.
C. Empathy & compassion.
D. I am feared and admired.
E. The fact that I owe answer to no one.
F. My own gorgeous reflection.

(2) WHO OR WHAT HAS GIVEN YOU YOUR POWER?
A. A generally healthy lifestyle and a little bit of good luck.
B. I derive power from my relationships with others.
C. I inherited it from a source of damnation.
D. I'm sad and powerless, boohoo.
E. My hopes, ambitions, & dreams.
F. Fuck you.

(3) HOW DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN YOUR FRIEND GROUP?
A. The smart one.
B. The pretty one.
C. The cool one.
D. The crazy one.


(4) DID YOU TAKE A WHISKY DRINK OR A VODKA DRINK?
A. Whisky.
B. Vodka.
C. Neither.
D. boTH.


(5) WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?
A. Never reaching my full potential.
B. Being secretly hated by my loved ones & friends.
C. Crossing a rubicon that goes against my moral standards.
D. Losing out on adventure or meaning.
E. Dying alone.
F. Personality quizzes are stupid and fake and yet I, as massive hypocrite, took one anyway.

(6) FILL IN THE BLANK.
WE ARE THE _____________ , MY FRIENDS.

*Only applies to Pantheon gods, sorry Other Gods I Don't Know As Well.
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Here's a great way to pass those free hours you don't know how to fill:

Bring me one of these posters with Persephone on it, I'll sing some lyrics right in your face. Live. If you don't know why that's totally worth it, ask someone who's been to one of my shows.
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[She's smoking, holed up in some kind of sad looking apartment, the only light appears to be coming from her screen and she's got the top two buttons open on her white collar shirt. And she seems a little irate.]

I feel like when you don't ask to get dragged into a place, being told you have to work for a living is just an extra slap in the face. But I'll bite. Mostly because while I, and a good portion of the world, wish we could subsist on cigarettes, my metabolism hasn't evolved that way just yet.

So while science catches up, rec me your favorite bands so I can write about how boring they are. Bonus points if there are flying birds on the album cover or massive font-based design failure. Don't send me links, I can use a search engine just fine. Part of the fun, seeing how much garbage I have to sift through before I actually find your best friend's roommate's sister's 'totally hip' sound.