the eradication of america

“Say 'Nevermore,'" said Shadow. "Fuck You," said the Raven.” ― Neil Gaiman, American Gods Imirce is a literate roleplay loosely based on the lore of American Gods with no canon characters. You don't need to know the book/series to write. This is an awakening roleplay that focuses on character development and the preparation of war among Gods. The characters are drawn to Imirce by circumstance or fate and all en up living in the Elysium Apartments. What we offer: - 🌈 LGTBQ+ safe space with queer moderation. - Novella base with flex lit - Realistic Face Claims or drawnings. No anime - 🪰 DM runs that semi lit based designed to put plot in writers hand. - Plot drops that help direct the story. Writers may choose how much or little they particpate. - Tupper for an immersive experience along with chat functions IC. - Moderations that focuses on keeping a non toxic enviroment and ample s

‿︵‿︵ ʚ˚̣̣̣ɞ・❉ 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝚅𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙴 ❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣ɞ ‿︵‿︵ A 16+ steampunk-fantasy roleplaying server, for literate writers and lovers of media like Arcane, Carnival Row, and Treasure Planet, offering original lore, a laidback atmosphere, and a very open/sandbox style of story that encourages writers to make their own contributions. We look forward to having you! (Stay away from the edges!) ‿︵‿︵ ʚ˚̣̣̣ɞ・❉ 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝚅𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙴 ❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣ɞ ‿︵‿︵

!! 16+ ONLY Gillamoor has been an odd town. Mystery and secrets have always been suppressed by the Police. Each missing person has been masked by killers and kidnappers. The Mayor, William Gillamor, has no care for this situation as the Police have been forced to deal with this situation. These killings happen every four to six months, but as of recently it’s been two months or three. The situation started in 1914, during world war one. The town was built quickly by William’s second grandmother. As the war went on, it gave women the chance to take upon masculine jobs. With parts of America having vulnerability with its economy, rumor has it that the town began to kill people for their money by other civilians. But it didn’t make sense on how the poor were being killed as well. Each killings had some sort of animalistic or unknown origin of markings on the corpse. Let it be weird burns, snake-like bites on the neck and arms, an arm ripped apart with caine-like markings on the arm eve

ʚɞ *Serenity, repose, quiet* . . Following the final battle of Camp Half-Blood, gods and demigods alike have fallen into quietude. Battles have lessened, and the gods have taken (a little) more accountability for their children, who bask in the relief of a war finally over. CHB continues to thrive under Chiron's careful supervision, welcoming both newcomers and returning campers In newfound safety, demigods find themselves able to enjoy their youth as children rather than soldiers, and all seems to be well ♡ 𓆩♡𓆪 **about us** 𓆩♡𓆪 ・Down-to-earth, simple roleplay ・Emphasis on OC interaction & development ・Easy to follow storyline ・Beautiful aesthetic based on classical art & history ・Friendly, welcoming community ・A new server!! Easy to get settled into ・Strictly literate; experienced, talented writers join us! ♡

Ever wondered where the elite of the elite sharpen their minds and broaden their horizons? Look no further than the illustrious halls of Rosewood Academy. If its location didn't steal your breath, the tales of ambition, love, and rivalry echoing through these hallways surely will. It's no secret that to stride through Rosewood's ancient archways, you've either got to have brains sharp enough to cut glass, or a trust fund that could bail out a small country. With a ridiculous tight-knit community of 1,000, Rosewood's exclusivity is as legendary as the soirées thrown by its residents. Those scholars with unmatched academic mettle? They're Rosewood's pride, and the reason its name carries weight in academic circles all around the world. But we all know that in a world where status is everything, pedigree matters just as much. Cue the entry of the world's blue bloods, the ones born with silver spoons and gold-lined futures. Their legacy? An unparalleled influence, powerful enough to mov

“𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.” - Maeve ────── ☽⋆⋅☆⋅⋆☾ ────── For some reason, there's been something called the supernatural community and they can't quite put a finger on it. Some make the excuse that Eastbourne is a progressive city and so they have hope that they can come out and live happily- the ones that are more aware make the excuse that it was like one of the strings were being pulled in that direction. Something dark is lurking beneath the city and it could spell disaster for many people within the Supernatural community and the Humans ────── ☽⋆⋅☆⋅⋆☾ ────── Eastbourne is an up and coming city located in the northern parts of California. Situated just two hours away from the border of Washington, Eastbourne was known to most as a retirement town for the wealthy in California. It wasn’t well known to the rest of the nation, but social media has made it more well known than the city’s cit

Collision Course has: >͓̽ Channels for all kinds of series and games! >͓̽ OC and Canon slots for ALL SERIES AND UNIVERSES! >͓̽ A group of close friends as staff who welcome literacy and encourage plot driven storywriting! >͓̽ Frequent events to further the story!

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀﹙⠀18+⠀.⠀high-lit⠀.⠀__discord__ based ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀dark⠀fantasy⠀vampire⠀rp⠀﹚ immortality changes the most steadfast of souls — and no one more than a vampire exemplifies that better . but does time truly heal all wounds, or is blood on someone's hand something encrusted much deeper than the tears on their face, never to be properly cleansed? beneath the pristine surface of reunion are buried ancient secrets and lies, grudges that never sleep, mysteries to be solved — a Pandora's box lurking in the depths , awaiting the day someone will dare to lift the top and unleash chaos once more. to endure the weight of time; to confront the error those before them committed; to defy their very nature in the name of survival; to maintain the illusion of bonds they claim to be fighting for. to survive — or be crushed by the truth.