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    1. Compulsive86 6 yrs ago

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6 yrs ago
Current I spent the past ten minutes looking at baby cow pictures. My only joy
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6 yrs ago
what's wrong with strippers? I'm sure they're very nice when you get to know them >.<
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6 yrs ago
the difference between sand and glitter is that while both never seem to leave, at least with glitter you can tell people you were practicing magic
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6 yrs ago
Five roleplays to reply to, *cracks knuckles* this might take a bit
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6 yrs ago
Holy shit it's coming to life. Where is lighting when you need it?
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Bio

LOOK GUYS I STARTED A ROLEPLAY ABOUT DRAG QUEENS COME CHECK IT OUT: roleplayerguild.com/topics/173933-we-…

WARNING WARNING GERBIL ALERT: This human has the attention span of (and may very well actually be) a gerbil. While they will try to respond as frequently as possible it is NOT unusual for them to go away at random times for random periods. This is not ghosting, this is gerbiling

Hello there my friends! I really like writing but I mostly do poetry so I feel like roleplaying will really help me write stories. That being said though, my writing style can tend to be kind of poetic at times; not all the times, but occasionally. I love all sorts of roleplays and I'm opened to most kinds of roleplays. My usual amount of per post is around 3-4 small paragraphs, at most six small paragraphs. Besides that I am a gendefluid individual (I like to consider myself above gender) who uses they/them pronouns. I am on the autism spectrum and just adore adding that into my roleplays. I adore anime and anything Asian really; just recently I started watching a Thai drama called "Grey Rainbow".

My favorite generes are:
Yaoi
Yuri
Horror
fantasy
sci-fi
supernatural
B.D.S.M (I am a tad bit freaky, but aren't we all?)
My interest check: https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/173527-1x1-roleplaying-ideas-general-mxm-and-fxf/ooc

Some things I will not roleplay are:
Anything straight, because I am not straight XD

I mostly do 1x1 roleplays but I would like to do more group roleplays.

Roleplays I'm in:
PROFESSOR PERRY’S LABYRINTH OF DOOM 🗡 roleplayerguild.com/topics/173683-pro…
The Waves Hold Secrets: https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/173580-the-waves-hold-secrets/ooc
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/173563-just-a-few-ideas/ooc
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MHA- https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/173700-my-hero-academia-of-gods-and-men/char
Family roleplay: roleplayerguild.com/topics/173932-dys…
Super heroes OMG: roleplayerguild.com/topics/173886-her…

Waiting to be accepted https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/173720-dawne-a-japanese-school-life-rp/ooc

Waiting to come to life:
Magic- roleplayerguild.com/topics/173563-jus…
Maids- roleplayerguild.com/topics/173174-mai…

Like, two 1x1 roleplays have actually started? And, I'm conversing with a few other people.
(you guys don't need to know this, it's just so that I don't forget)

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@Ayla I'm fine with either, I was leaving my last post open for RoccanIronclad to jump in and interact with Fritz but whatever you guys want to do is fine.
Makoto followed the other as he made his way back to the group, not all convinced by the others assurances. He stood by the other, bordering on uncomfortably close to keep a better eye on Rush-san. His eyes narrowing slightly when he saw the dark haired teen begin to subconsciously self-harm. Without thinking much about it Makoto’s hand shot out and caught the culprit; forcing Rush-sans hand to the teen’s side. He kept his eyes trained in front of him as he did this, not wanting to see any form of negative reaction his intervening could cause. He sent side glances from time to time though, making sure that the other didn’t start up again.

At this point, while the last student walked up to the statues, Makoto was on high alert. At this point half of the students had had meltdowns of some degree while showing off their quirks, one of them Makoto mostly blamed himself for. Makoto nurturing instincts were already in high gear; no one else will feel upset for the rest of the day, for the rest of the school year if Makoto had anything to say about it. It just wasn’t in his nature to let these kinds of things go lying down.

He kept his face light though, laughing at his teacher Luke-san’s deception, what an interesting quirk! It certainly seemed to fit the young boy, though Makoto did wonder what the real Viper-san was like as the Zach-san went off to wake her. He kept his eye on the last student at all times though, still smiling softly but at this point prepared to set off pheromones if needed to calm everyone down.

Luckily though, Akamine-san seemed emotionally stable enough to perform the task given; lashing out in a violent but still controlled manner against the statues that was somewhat mesmerizing to watch, if not a bit unnerving. The way the others emotions went from impassivity to blood lust back to impassivity made Makoto’s stomach go for a loop. He still managed to clap though, as Akamine-san made his way back to the back of the pack.
Fritz peered through the window of his homeroom door before entering; surveying the mass of twenty or so students as they talked, joked, and in general made as much noise as possible before their teacher returned and class started for the day. The chaos caused Fritz to inhale deeply and exhale a rather loud sigh before he even thought about opening the door.

He wanted to go in, he had been looking forward to getting back into a routine for over a week, but as he stood here now, something held him back. There was always a chance that when he entered that everyone would notice him, that even though he spent most of his life in the shadows of his peers that somehow, after all that had transpired, he would become the center of attention. Rumors and gossip spread like wildfire among teenagers and so it was a completely reasonable thought that maybe everyone knew what had happened at Fritz’s home; that all the students in the room would swarm him in a variety of different ways. The very thought made a crawling sensation run down his back.

Logically though, Fritz knew that people didn’t even notice him enough to gossip about him; that no one cared about him enough to question his at home situation or his sudden absence. Fritz knew that no one would even notice him if he entered the room at the very second, that he could slip onto the nearest wall and slowly make his way towards his desk in the second to last row without any trouble and sit in relative silence until his teacher arrived. He also knew that if he waited for the teacher to come into the classroom, the likelihood of people noticing and questioning him would increase significantly. Logically, Fritz knew all of this. But anxiety didn’t follow the rules of logic, even if Fritz did.

So minutes went by with Fritz continuing to look through the window and into the busy classroom; resigning himself to the fact that he would be stuck in there for a while longer as he practiced his breathing techniques.
I've felt pretty lost of how to enter at this moment.
another musical bump, still lots of openings for anyone interested!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Nkf1gI4qIU&index=4&list=PLUQUjTDmJen0gxs7k0Hi5B8D070pVE8Em&t=0s

Date: New Year's Day, 2026 Time: 10:46 A.M , Location: Boston's Redlight District.

Whenever Carter ‘woke up’ he was always greeted with the same thing. And while in a way it was soothing, knowing that when it came he could predict what would happen next, but it was also incredibly annoying. Sort of like that hairy uncle you saw every Christmas; you knew what you were gonna get from him, a weird book on pirates, but you also knew he was going to talk to you non-stop about it for the next two hours and then proceed to write to you to ask if you have read it. In Carter’s case though, it wasn’t and over enthused uncle, it was instead a thought destroying headache.

Like now for instance; when the brunette eyes involuntary flew open again in the first time in whoever knew how long and his body spasmed to a dangerous degree, the first thing he could rationally think of was. Damn, someone chop my head off because this sucks. The young-old man had to tightly clench his eyes shut once more and grind his teeth as he grew accustomed once more to the pain of being alive. That sounded pretty poetic right there. Groaning after another moment of basking in glorious pain slowly began to push himself up from whatever hard surface he happened to by laying on. God, he hoped he wasn’t in a morgue again.

Luckily, sister fate was on side today as he wasn’t lying in an area smelling of chemicals and crying old people, but rather an area smelling of trash and wasted potential. He must be in the red light district; and seeing that he could still faintly smell the salty musk of the ocean, it was safe to say no one moved his corpse from a random alley in Boston to a random alley in another city. Which had happened once, it was a hobo, A hobo named Jackson, A hobo named Jackson with a very strange hobby. Eww, bad memories, not the time.

Ok Carter, time to focus, what was the last thing you remember? You asking me that question. Carter snorted at his own mental joke as his hand absentmindedly found its way underneath his mask and onto his chin; rubbing small circles around the body part as Carter contemplated what had happened before he died.

Eventually, after a few minutes of battling the pounding pain in his skull, Carter was able to recall what had caused his untimely demise. He had been chasing a low ranking thief across the rooftops, like a fucking badass, when the other had finally stopped running and turned to face Carter man to man; something Carter was rather excited about because damn he didn’t like running.

He was less excited though, when he realized that the other was a metahuman waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Suddenly, the shrimp of a man was growing ten times his previous muscle mass and gaining some sharp horns while he was at it too. The man snorted, seeming to blow smoke from his nostrils, before charging at Carter like the raging bull his ability seemed to take inspiration from. The impact of the others body was enough to at least break most of Carter’s ribs, but since the young-old man was near the edge of the building’s roof the metahuman was able to send Carter sailing in the air before free falling to his painful, super painful, death.

He remembered this all while stretching out his limbs; enjoying the deafeningly loud cracks his joints made while doing so. He would have to wait in the alley till nightfall, no one wanted to see a strange masked child walking down the streets of the red light district after all, but when the night falls, Carter will make his way back to his abandoned base, and begin putting into motion the plan for bringing to justice the scary ass meta that put him out of action for what, five days maybe? God, how come no one noticed me in that time? Society these days man. No respect for random corpses. Until then though, he wait patiently, for darkness to fall while maybe trying to play with a few rats along the way.
@TaliPaendrag Here's my character! I hope having no picture is ok.


@nohbdies@Vega@dragonbutts

I feel like we are getting sidetracked XD.

Not a problem, just an observation
Anyone mind telling me what's going on at this exact moment? Or maybe some suggestions in where to jump in?
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