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Charity Beach: A Semi-Sandbox Superpower Romp in a Beachy Floridian City.

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Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

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Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

Check in for those who either haven't posted yet or haven't put up their sheets yet.

The following haven't submitted their character sheets and while contact has been made, I will be putting a seven-day limit to get your sheets submitted. Also take note these are only for those who have gotten back to me about claiming a slot in one way or another. @Arabxlla @Weird Tales @Caasicam

For those of you who haven't posted yet, while there won't be a too-rigid deadline, I am tagging you just so I can get your status for your posts. Note this will apply to those who still haven't posted for both of their characters yet:

@HaleyTheRandom (has to yet to post for both of their characters), @Soufflegirl123 (still has to do a post for one of their characters) @Hero (has yet to post for their character), @voltaic (has yet to post for their character), @CaptainSully (hasn't posted for their character.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Sonny had seen Julie walk past him and had he been in a better mood, maybe he would’ve followed her. Only a few moments passed and he saw that she went over to where Chanel and that British guy Jordan were. He made the automatic decision to avoid that particular area of the Homecoming area. The last thing he needed was to be forced into an awkward conversation with Chanel and about how both of them don’t like each other. Clearly she has some screws loose in her head, so Sonny rather not deal with the likes of her. He had more pressing matters to attend to.

He continued his search from one point to another. Along his search and trying not to allow blood to drip to his white jacket, Sonny was able to catch the best seat in the house as he witnessed both of his close friends start to enjoy themselves at the dance. In the blue corner, draped in a lavender dress, one Estelle Lambert was locking lips with her homecoming date and then being swept away from the Queen of the Sluts, Penelope Richards. And in the red corner, he saw his other childhood-ish friend, the self-proclaimed Kavimeister become face to face with two women. One of them had shiny red hair and was Nadia and the other, of all people, Ariel. In the matter of a minute, after Kavi had opened his mouth, he was met with two consecutive responses that made Sonny laugh. After both left, darting to opposite directions, Sonny was chuckling to himself so much that he nearly missed the scent of Nadia’s perfume wen past him like steam in the wind.

A quick glance to Kavi’s direction and the guy was left a bloodied mess. Sonny almost felt bad for him, but then he remembered it was Kavi and knew whatever he did, the idiot deserved it. He had more important things to do, like catch up with Nadia. She had a head start, but he eventually caught up with her inside the actual country club and away from all of the noise and antics.

“Nadia, wait up!” Sonny called out to her a she was a few feet away. She didn’t seem to respond, so he tried running. “Nadia!” He yelled out again.

The redhead had nearly missed the call, so caught up in her own emotions that she hadn't been paying attention to anything. Finally coming to a halt, she willed herself to calm down, hastily wiping away whatever tears she thought she had. After taking in a deep breath, she looked back towards where she thought she heard Sonny, eyes wide as she noticed his injuries. Her mood shifted dramatically, her anger washing away as concern took over.

”Sonny, what-what happened to you?” She asked him, gingerly touching under his swollen cheek.eek.

He smiled at her, though he swiftly waved away her concern by shrugging. “I got into a disagreement with Marisol’s new beta boy. Apparently, size really does matter,” he joked, a laugh following. “I’ll live. What I want to know is what happened between you and Kavi? He must’ve done something pretty terrible for you to act like Viccy.” Sonny looked at her in a similar way she was to him, though it was more of a curious glance rather than concern (though that was present in his gaze as well).

Nadia’s expression softened, green eyes examining his face briefly before she would concede. Marisol, huh? Last she heard the two weren’t talking, but she wasn’t exactly sure who the ‘beta boy’ was. Still, there was absolutely no need to resort to violence. Sonny was shrugging it off, but it looked so painful!

She hesitated when he inquired about Kavi, eyes welling up with tears again as she averted her gaze, taking in a shaky breath. There was no hiding how hurt she was, her previous anger having fizzled out. ”...nothing,” She copied his shrug, raising the back of her hand to her mouth as she tried to control herself. ”He doesn’t care, so I don’t care, either. So…”

There was more to the story, that much Sonny knew. He also knew how cruel Kavi could be. Whether he did it intentionally or did it without any amount of what effects his actions had on those they hurt, it was likely Nadia was another victim of Kavi Salvador. “I’ve known that dumbass for almost as long as I can remember, so you don’t have to say it.” He gave her a comforting smile. “He definitely deserved a lot worse than what he got.” Sonny couldn’t help but laugh as he tried to get Nadia to do the same.

Despite not wanting to, Nadia couldn’t stop the tiniest smile on her face, even if it quickly fell. ”Maybe.” She said quietly, sniffling slightly as she shook her head. ”I just feel so embarrassed...I’m so stupid.”

”No, you’re not stupid and you have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Sonny quickly assured her. ”Kavi is - and always will be - the idiot in every situation. He thinks because he’s charming that the shit he does won’t come back to bite him in the ass, but clearly it happened with you and Ariel. It was bold of him to think this wouldn’t happen. Nobody in their right mind would fly so close to the sun and not expect to get burned.”

As Sonny said all of that, he could just hear Marisol’s laughter in the background calling him a hypocrite. He chose to focus on comforting Nadia, not someone who was with a lesser boy.

Brushing her hair out of her face, she slowly exhaled. She knew he was trying to make her feel better, but she still felt dumb. Shaking her head slowly, she looked back at Sonny and ended up wincing, pitying his injuries. Opening her mouth to respond, she found herself much too distracted.

”If it’s okay, I don’t want to be here anymore,” She finally spoke. ”Let’s get you to a hospital, I’m really concerned about...all of this,” She motioned to his face, wincing.

“Is it really that bad?” He asked her. He hadn’t looked at himself since letting Sally get in a few good licks, so he didn’t know if it was worse than he felt.

”Yes,” She replied with complete sincerity. ”It looks like it really hurts, and…” She was very concerned about his nose in particular. ”Your nose looks broken.”

“What!?” Came Sonny’s elevated voice, a genuine worry across his face, though to anyone but him, Sonny becoming worried about himself appeared to be more like anger. “That little bitch actually broke my nose, huh? I don’t know whether to be angry or flattered,” he mused, smiling. And as soon as he did that, he felt the pain surge from his cheeks to his mouth and back up again, causing him to visibly wince.

Nadia winced as well, nodding as she fished through her clutch. ”If it hurts, that’s not good,” She wasn’t an expert, but she would rather be safe than sorry. Taking out a tissue, she gently dabbed at the blood on his face, trying to clean him as carefully as she could. ”I really want you to get it looked at,” She said worriedly.

“Say, Nadia, if I didn’t know it any better, I’d say you’re actually worried about me,” Sonny teased her, smiling cheekily at the redhead.

Surprised by Sonny’s comment, Nadia paused for a moment before breaking into a genuine smile. ”I am,” She told him softly.

He was both amused and surprised that he got a direct answer. Knowing her, he thought she would’ve tried to cover it up with some lame excuse. Suffice to say, Sonny was relieved to see her finally admit she didn’t totally hate him. “I’d smile but it hurts to even talk,” Sonny said with minimal lip movement. “Fine, I guess there’s no use fighting it. I’ve had enough of this dance anyway. If I’m named king, then I guess I’ll find out in the morning announcements come Monday.”

Without waiting for her to reply, on instinct, he took Nadia by her free hand, locking his fingers with hers.

Finally satisfied that Sonny wasn't looking like he had bathed himself in blood, Nadia was relieved when he would finally agree. Part of her had expected more of a fight, but maybe he actually saw her reasoning. Her hand in his felt so natural it wasn't until she started guiding him to the entrance that she noticed, her smile only widening even then.

”Of course, Your Majesty,” She replied, happily walking with him hand-in-hand.

💟 An RPG Valentine 💟

There are so few people I have encountered on this site who have stuck with me after my unfortunate mistakes both personal and hobbily professional (aka GMing no no’s). This list may be long, or it may be short, but know that everyone tagged here has made their way into my heart. For better or for worse, they will stay there

The Besties

@Blind Bandit
Yeh, you’re a newish member and hardly do anything but spam, but you’ve been by my side for the better part of the past two decades. Suffice to say you’re my brother. Even when I’ve fucked up more times than I could count, you’ve been there, brother even if your sarcasm does venture into the unwanted side.

@Dirty Pretty Lies
The way we first met shall not be posted for public eye, but that’s ancient history. The main thing that seems to stick is our mutual appreciation for the “we shall not speak of” things we’ve got in common. Plus, our ships. So many ships! Oh, and that thing of our three-year friendversary happening on Christmas. That’s pretty damn important too. But okay, seriously, you’re freaking great and I love you, Angie! To hell with anyone who says otherwise, you’re an amazing person and, well yeah, that’s all I have to say about that. <3

@Hero
Gosh, we’re definitely going on almost a decade here, yet it just feels like yesterday when we first met and talked and gushed about our mutual shipping of NaruHina. And not to mention you were my first 1x1 partner with the one RP that has stood the test of time for the past half-decade. That says a lot about our dedication and my ability to be the most patient partner ever (not bragging but you know it’s true. :P). That aside, I know you’re always there for me and I’m always there for you. What else can I say? You’re my hero! <3 _{pls don’t kill for pun ;-;}

@Rockette
Well, holy shit I don’t know how I ever ended up here but, I’m thankful every day you’re in my life and you’re truly an amazing person. Your creativity is nearly as unrivaled as the glowing awesomeness your spirit has. There have been so many moments when I’ve been, for a lack of better words, down in the dumps, yet you always managed to find a way to bring me up either just being you or taking my mind off of things. You’re just an amazing person who I have amazing writing chemistry with and any other chemistry that matters. <3

Other People I Love

@Inkarnate
Yeah, you can be a pain in my ass, but you’re also pretty cool when you want to be and have turned me onto some killer music. Also, your writing is pretty dank. If nothing else, I can count on you to tell it to me how it be without sugarcoating it. That’s something I appreciate more than you could know. Plus, you’re a killer GM and I respect that about ya.

@Ejected
You’re pretty great, Jo. Killer characters with style, killer face claims with style, and you’re a killer person with style. Also you’re a teacher and that’s pretty - well, killer. Did I mention you’re pretty killer? Okay but seriously, love ya. <3

@HaleyTheRandom
My niece who keeps trying to get me to admit that I’m “That kind of uncle” even though I’m not. The game will be never-ending and you know I’m not some African river and being in the nile. Time to up your game, kiddo. _{Also you’re fucking awesome. Don’t ever change!}

@Aewin
The ship queen herself. You’re the only person who a, loves Sense8 almost as I do (if not more) and b, loves Aleudrey more than Angie and I do. All that aside, you’re just about the sweetest person alive. Love you, annie! <3

@POOHEAD189
Pooooooooooooooooooooo! You’re a wicked dude, you know that, right? Just need to give you a special mention because you. Are. Fucking. Awesome.

@SouffleGirl123
Soufs! One of the first people I met during my days of Spam spam. Those were the days, eh? Same goes for what I said to haley: don’t ever change. Keep being the awesome aussie that you’ve always been~

@eclecticwitch
GTP’s resident ball of sunshine and fluff! I adore you and everything that you are. You’re a great person to talk to, to roleplay with, and I always enjoy our conversations whatever they may be. You’re always so sweet to everybody and that’s something I appreciate seeing. Love you, Witchie! <3 <3

@SpicyMeatball
My favorite Josh Hutcherson look alike. You are also my favorite canadian bar none. I don’t think there’s anyone else who could match anyone in our home away from away from home in salting and we all know we need a fair amount of salt with our green tea. I love that you love Sands of Time despite my failures there. Truly, it warms my heart to know I didn’t fuck up everything there. <3

@spooner
My favorite sweed. You were one of the people who I have to thank for Sands’ short-lived success. And you are a freaking beast. Love your character. Love your writing. Love your personality! DOn’t change, my brodude!

@Ruler Inc
The gayest incs of them all but I guess you’re cool in the gay way. Your Rps are always a nice treat to see. I respect the amount of work you put into mapping out your Black Fallverse and how you don’t half-ass it.

@voltaic
The newest addition to our family but your adjustment has been the quickest I’ve seen and I appreciate you and your southern charm. Plus, I think it’s nice to have someone who likes aesthetics as much as we all do within our group of tea-lovers.

To Everyone Else!

@Okonuki @Syn @Midnight Howl @Mara @NuttsnBolts @Ruby @Ezmeralda @Tsukune - I love you all. <3

Character Sheets: Where do you stand?

Yes, this comes from the status discussion started by @Rain and continued by several other members, so why not have a healthy medium to continue the discussion that isn't limited to 200 characters?

So, to summarize, we have some saying they are useful because it encourages creativity while others claiming the concept of character sheets are pointless. And then there's the middle ground of going the simplistic route (this was said by @Chai).

So, where do you stand when it comes to character sheets? Are you for them? Against them? Selectively for them when it's necessary? Or do you prefer to just use the simple approach of pic, name, age, gender, and personality traits?

Discuss!

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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After his brief, if not testing, encounter with Marisol, Sonny couldn’t wait to escape that particular area of the country club. It wasn’t so much about Julie that Sonny was trying to escape. In all honesty, he jokingly wanted to evade any further conversation about how the two of them were in the same ballet class when they were younger. Sonny was only in that class for a few weeks. He honestly didn’t remember much, but there was one person he remembered never judging him. Some little redhead was nice to the pudgy boy.

He reached the bathroom and it was at that same moment that Sonny had the startling realization that the little redhead who was so nice to him back then was the same one who had been nice to him. Granted, she wasn’t little anymore, but it still proved to be a little difficult for him to grasp.

When Sonny opened the door and walked into the restroom, the first sounds that he heard was the running water of a faucet and slightly browned hands under the stream of liquid. He brought his eyes came up and of all people, Sonny had to run into him. God up above really must enjoy testing Sonny’s patience because now he was in front of the opposite end of the equation that was the strife in his life.

He took in a deep breath and walked forward. “Sup Sally?” He asked, choosing the lesser of two snide remarks. The other ones would have certainly been too mean. Plus, Sonny was in a good mood today, so he didn’t feel like making fun of the friendliest giant beta King’s had in its senior class.

Salem, on the other hand, was in an absolute shit mood. The day had started out great, of course, but soured upon getting the call from his dad. Sometimes, Salem thinks he misses his dad and wants to talk to him, see him, have an actual father-son relationship - then he remembers how much of an ignorant, immature child his dad really is. Salem wanted to fucking break something; wanted to feel powerful as something bent under his hands. He wanted to slam his fist against the fucking mirror - but he’s not going to.

Salem knows, from experience, that destroying things doesn’t glue yourself back together. Instead, he ran his hands under the sink and made it scalding hot, because burning was better than breaking. Though, when he lifted his head and saw Sonny in the mirror, Salem debated if the consequences of destroying things were worth punching the smug face off of Sonny.

Probably not.

“Don’t you have someone else to go be a dick to?” Salem said, scrubbing his hands harder under the sink like it would wash away Sonny’s presence.

That was too easy, but Sonny really didn’t want to start off a bathroom visit in a potential fight, so he opted not to take the low blow. “Relax, Sally. I’m not here to start something. If I was, don’t you think I’d choose a place a little less tacky than the country club’s male bathroom?” Sonny couldn’t help but point out. “But you’re clearly in a mood. Did my ex-best friend dump you like I knew she would? Cheer up. You know there are plenty of fish in the sea, right?” And yet, Sonny couldn’t help himself to take a shot a little above the belt.

Salem turned off the water, leaning his palms by the side of the sink and closing his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see Sonny’s rat face. People say cigarettes help with irritation, maybe Salem should take up smoking or chewing gum or some relaxing hobby. Like knitting. Maybe Salem should knit. When he opened his eyes, though, Sonny was still there and babbling about Marisol.

“Dump me? If we were dating, and we are not, who would she dump me for?” Salem smirked, his fingers tightening around the sink and his gaze going cold. “You? No one would want to be with some good-for-nothing piece of shit like you. Especially not Marisol, who could do so much better.”

“Oh?”

Sonny seemed to have hit a nerve. If he were a better man, he would’ve walked away at this point. He was having a good day so far. Nadia was being great company and he even had a good moment with Julie (even though it was embarrassing), but when Salem made it too easy for Sonny not to poke the bear a little more, who was he to refuse that all-too-tempting offer?

A smug face met Salem’s taller frame. “Is that why she took it upon herself to walk over to me when she could have made a beeline for literally anyone else? Face it, Sally, she’s still got me on her mind. I don’t know whether to be flattered or take pity on her,” he mused aloud, pretending to actually think about his stated options.

Was it the alcohol, the anger at his father, or the need to have Marisol’s back? Salem wouldn’t think about it till the morning after. At that moment, all he could see was red as he grabbed the collar of Sonny’s jacket to push him into the tiled wall behind him. He fisted the jacket, and with vicious glee, he noted that he had torn it at the seams slightly.

“Don’t talk about Mari that way.” He glowered, his grip tightening for a moment before releasing it. Like a pot of water, his anger had boiled over, but now it was simmering underneath his skin. He smiled thinly at Sonny, “A word of advice? Don’t mistake Mari’s friendship for sexual attraction. She’s learned her lesson already: nasty trash like you is sent to the dump, not recycled.”

How could Sonny be mad at Sal? He knew in a real fight, Sonny would smoke him. What was a few seconds of heated passion that caused the taller boy to grab Sonny to years of martial arts training? So he would let him speak his peace, talk all the big talk he wanted to, even let him push Sonny into the wall and try and act like he had control, but at the end of it when Sal finally finished, a smug reaction met him.

“Since we’re handing out words of wisdom, allow me to share something with you, dainty giant,” Sonny began,“if you’re going to put your hands on someone, make sure you know you can win and that they aren’t a brown belt in Karate. I think that’s pretty important. Also,” Sonny paused, straightening his jacket, “I’ll always be on Marisol’s mind. You never forget your first. I know she won’t. And despite what she may think, I haven’t forgotten either.”

“Black belt, brown belt - no one cares.” Salem shrugged, “I’m going to go back to my homecoming date, so go talk to somebody else about how you’re compensating for your ugly personality and tiny physique.”

With that final jab, Salem walked to the door to really find Marisol this time. He had about enough of this pissing contest and his anger had fizzled to irritation. The tension was still there, though. The feeling of a rubber band stretching taut, on the edge of snapping.

Before Salem would get a chance to do that, however, Sonny put his hand on his chest. He may have been tiny, but he still had superior strength and Sonny was just getting started. “Well, what are you waiting for? Go on, the door is right there, Sally,” he teased Salem. It was clear he was close to breaking, so Sonny wanted to see just how much effort it would take to get him to break.

Sal pushed a hand through his hair, his nose flaring with his annoyance. Leaning in close, he glared into Sonny’s eyes, “I don’t care for people like you. I don’t care for men - no, boys - like you. Marisol is a sweet girl and she doesn’t need a piece of shit like you lurking around, so leave her alone. Understand?”

Sal knocked Sonny’s hand away, stepping backward so he no longer had to breathe in Sonny’s scent. It’s been a long time since Salem has felt so riled up over high school drama. Gwen and he had always believed they were above that shit - but now here he is. Maybe it was pretentious of him, but he felt a sense of superiority over Sonny. Here this guy was, immature and bratty - and Salem was leaps and bounds more mature than him. It was enough to make Salem smile just as smugly as Sonny had earlier.

And like the immature brat that Sonny was, he yet again had deliberately prevented Salem for leaving. The shorter male stepped to the side in front of Salem, meeting him with a smug look. “And what if I don’t? You gonna do something about it, Sally?” Sonny asked, almost daring him to do something. To further his point, Sonny pushed Salem back with both of his hands pressed against the taller teen’s chest. It was just enough to give him a nudge a little more forceful than your average nudge.

“You think I’m going to fight you? Don’t be a child.” Salem snorted derisively.

He was about to say more when his phone buzzed in his pocket. When he pulled it out, he half expected it to be his father texting him, or calling him, but of course, he wouldn’t. Apparently, a fucking emoji was enough of an apology for being a shit father.

Where are you? I’m outside waiting by the car. I’ve had enough of this bullshit and I want to go home.

Marisol

Salem smiled, finally he’d get out of this damn place and just go home and relax. Away from the douchebag in front of him, away from crowds of people with perfume clogging his nose, and away from this damn bathroom where unfortunate events seem to occur to him.

“Well, then,” Sal nodded towards the bathroom door, “my date needs me. So would you let me go, please? I’ve had enough of this bullshit.”

Despite his best efforts, Salem wasn’t budging. And it did get to Sonny when Marisol was yet again mentioned. He could bad mouth her again, but that wasn’t enough. It didn’t get him to make the first move, so he had another idea. “Fine, fine.” Sonny stepped to the side, allowing Salem to pass. As he would, he uttered the following: “I guess I’ll just have to drop Gwen a line, then.”

Salem knew, distantly, that he was playing into Sonny's hands the same way he knew, distantly, what the lyrics of the song playing in the main room were. Yet, he still lunged at Sonny.

He wrapped his arms around his waist, tackling him and inadvertently pushing them both through the bathroom door. Once Sonny's back hit the ground, Sal cocked his fist back and clocked him on the jaw. His knuckles stung slightly, but he couldn't stop thinking about Sonny talking to Gwen. It wasn't even fear of Gwen falling to Sonny's advances, she would never, but fear of her misinterpreting the situation with Mari. With being disappointed in Salem getting involved in this trivial bullshit. God, with Gwen finding out it's not all roses and daisies in Palm Beach like Sal implied it was. He didn’t want Gwen involved in this, he didn’t want Sonny’s rat face to be sticking his nose into his relationship, and he didn’t want Gwen’s name in Sonny’s filthy fucking mouth.

Sonny looked up at Salem, smiling even though his jaw was sore and stung like a bitch. He kept smiling because he had won the verbal round. The fact Sonny was on the bottom and was now the victim of Sal’s punches, which seemed to pack more punch than the Drake teen gave him credit for. Looks were deceiving and Sal was quite the fighter when nudged in the right direction.

“Do you think Gwen likes bruises? I know chicks dig battle scars.” He kept teasing Salem. It seemed to him the more he said Gwen’s name, the angrier he got. And if Sonny’s sensei taught him anything, which that is to say a lot of it flew in one end and out the other, it was emotions compromised the equilibrium of a man. Whether he’d take advantage of that or not remained to be seen. Sonny was having too much fun getting the better of Salem in the battle of their mental state.

Salem got one more punch in before abruptly stopping. The phone that had been in his hand and had fallen to the floor buzzed again, telling him he still hadn't opened the message from Mari. There was a crack across the screen that distorted Gwen's face on his lockscreen saver.

“You're not worth the creases in my suit.” Salem spat, throwing one last parting punch, this one even harder than the one before, and standing up to walk away.

The last punch delivered actually drew blood. And yet, as he started to stand, a little off-balance from his nose and jaw both pounding like a really killer headache, Sonny somehow retained his smile. “You do that. I’ll see you later, Rivera!” He made sure to say it loud enough for Salem to hear him.

Now left alone, the crowd that had gathered had effectively disrupted. To call what had just happened a fight wasn’t being entirely accurate. Sonny didn’t feel like actually putting in the effort, so instead of actually giving Salem a run for his money, he chose to taunt him. That was more fun, but someone nearby was shaking their head at Sonny.

“Don’t even start with that. I could have taken him. The bitch-boy doesn’t know how lucky he is that I decided to not lay his ass out,” Sonny commented, walking in the opposite direction where Salem was, though he stopped and glanced back. “Yeah, real lucky..”

As he pocketed his hands, Sonny went off to find Nadia. Wherever she was.

three word story(dead now because GORGONMAST ruined it. This is a stain on my reputation but it’s not my fault)

. Until then, she

Make a wish, corrupt a wish.

Granted, but it is not the mythological bird. You get Joaquin Phoenix.

I wish to go the fuck to sleep.

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