please reblog if you don’t mind people randomly popping up in your inbox ‘cause there’s so many of you where I want to do that but you are all just so talented and I’m over here like mehhheheheh.
why my hand shaky
your skeleton is ready to hatch
this is so fucking ominous thank you
Oh man, that’s a keeper. Truly the best cocktail small-talk ender!
psa // respect for your fellow roleplayers.
Respect original characters.
Respect canon characters.
Respect non-selective blogs.
Respect selective blogs.
Respect single-muse blogs.
Respect multi-muse blogs.
Respect single-ship blogs.
Respect multi-ship blogs.There is no reason as to why a roleplayer
shouldn’t respected, especially if the ‘issue’ lies within their personal
wishes. Whether someone is formatting their replies or not; whether
they have the fanciest theme && coding experience or not; whether
they have all the partners or just one – EVERYONE in the community
deserves equal respect. If they are doing nothing to harm you &&
are just here for the same reason as everyone else, to have a good time,
then respect
them.Just because it is not to YOUR likings && preference doesn’t mean
that they don’t deserve to be RESPECTED.
Invasion of Hell [Closed RP]
Isabella grunted when the horde lessened, yet with there were still some on their shields, and the grunts were starting to feel overwhelmed. “Hold fast! Templars, let you holy light burn through these demons!” Isabella commanded. All at once, they replied in a roar, as their shields started to glow bright with holy energy, before a massive tidal wave of holy energy blasted from the shield, turning those demons piled onto it into ashs, and any others knocked back. “Templars! Bring you blades down on them!” Isabella commanded. All at once, their blades came out, with their shield formation broken, they began to hack, and slash at the horde with their holy blades. As for Shlaereen, she only got hit once by the Hellknight, letting out a heavy grunt as the unholy energy trailed through her. Though she ducked, and dogged underneath the others, he blade slashing at any chinks in the hellknights form.
“We are not getting demons on our side, end of story,” Astrid said, her voice cold as ice towards Nora. She was clearly unhappy that the idea was even suggested in her presence.
The Hellknight was tough enough to survive a few cuts, though he wasn’t truly well-armored either. Eventually he leaped up into the air and slammed down, causing a small explosion of unholy energy right in the middle of the Templar formation. Evidently he was still displeased that the party hadn’t died yet.
“Understood… I suppose i’ll have to work closer with biological experiments… assemble a team of monster makers or some such” She says, raising her hands in surrender,” I was referring to the mental state of their warriors, not their warriors themselves” She comes to her own defense
“hell knights… rather tough creatures, their skin impervious to all but the highest caliber of rounds… however, gunfire in the mouth should do the damage you want, especially if you aim it so they get to the brain” She informs them
Joe decided to swap his Arm Cannon’s beam weapon to the Light Beam and unleashed a charged shot at the Hell Knight, the holy energy, combined with Shlaereen’s previous attacks, causing the Hell Knight to get incinerated. By now, the demons attacking them were few in number, so they decided to fall back for now, leaving the party alive, though presumably injured and possibly with some dead grunts.
“Well, that was fun,” Joe mentioned. “Anybody need a moment to regroup or heal up before we continue?”
Red made one last sweep with the Rifle of Absolution raised to ensure they were safe for the moment before he recalled the combat omni-drones floating around the party.
With Ruler in tow, he went over to the bodies of the few grunts who’d fallen against the demons. Very few they were, but they’d fallen nonetheless.
With a sigh and a small shake of the head, Red took a few spherical devices from one of his pockets before letting them activate and fly over to each body.
The bodies shimmered with light as they were deconstructed into pure data and saved within the spheres. There would be time to rematerialize and bury them later, once they’d completed the mission.
Their job completed, Red handed the spheres over to Isabella for safekeeping before he reported their status. “These’ll preserve their bodies until our job here’s finished.”
“Anyway. Business is settled, let’s continue on.”
Nazis should be stopped by any fucking means necessary.
The last time fascism of this scale managed to seize power, millions upon millions of innocent people died. Many of those in concentration and extermination camps, but also many others in direct bombings and military action because fascism is the most warlike ideology in human history. It cannot be allowed to spread and must be stopped.
We cannot afford debate with Nazis. There is no debate with them. There can only be the swift and merciless direct action against them, breaking up their meetings and disrupting their marches where they take place. Make them terrified to even so much as show their faces in public, much less espouse their genocidal bullshit.
Localisation. Containment. Eradication.
Initiative Archival Network 