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Darcel
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Half Priest, Half Sinner.
STATUS: "Let them eat drugs." – Marie Antoinette, upon discovering Twitter's comment section. 8 mos ago
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- Joined: 9 yrs ago
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"Let them eat drugs." – Marie Antoinette, upon discovering Twitter's comment section.
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2 yrs ago
"May all your delulu becomes trululu in 2024."
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6 yrs ago
"Grandad, tell us more about the 2020 Toilet Paper Famine."
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6 yrs ago
Me, taking a shot everytime I hear the word "destiny" in the Witcher series: "Hmmm, fuck."
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7 yrs ago
Before cofee: "I hate you." After coffee: "I feel good about hating you."
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Banned. Just banned. Do I have to explain why? Nope.
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My point in general is that everyone have varies reasons to roleplay, it can be as countless as genders stars in space. Some escape and draw into the moment, some to plant names for themselves and discover meaning and purpose, some because they have weird fetishes, etc. But more importantly, we all roleplay because we have something to say, to communicate, and to deny what realistic world denies from us.
"Oh fuck, I'm so mad right now! I'm stressed and I need a release! HELP???"
"Sex Roleplay helps."
"Sex Roleplay helps."
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"Oh shyt, I zuck at inglesh and weed to improv my lawguage zkills. HALP PLEAZE."
"Well, how about you hit up elementry first? you can always roleplay. One-liner, advanced, doesn't really matter."
"Well, how about you hit up elementry first? you can always roleplay. One-liner, advanced, doesn't really matter."
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"So I had my first wet dream about loads of biscuits, stuff and pork pies but my stepdad ruined it by waking me up. He was yelling about having to sleep and get up early and blah blah blah, squirt squirt, finally left, and I collapsed onto the floor. I want to experience this by writing. Any suggestions?"
"Ask Gordon Ramsay's ghost to give you hand jobs I see, you can roleplay! Well, sort of food smut but still."
"Ask Gordon Ramsay's ghost to give you hand jobs I see, you can roleplay! Well, sort of food smut but still."
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" Fucking bored, dude."
"Fucking roleplay, dude."
"Fucking roleplay, dude."
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"Guys, my life is a crazy road and I want to write. I want write for myself, for the sake of story, for the sake of beauty, for the sake of grief. I want to write with creative partners and have fun. Wake me up, save me..."
"You write, I write. You're creative, I'm creative. How about we private message each other and spam dank memes roleplay?"
"You write, I write. You're creative, I'm creative. How about we private message each other and spam dank memes roleplay?"
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"Bills are suffocating me. I'm caged, I need to b-b-breathe..."
"Ever heard of drugs Mouth-to-mouth roleplay resuscitation? It's method of artificial respiration in which roleplay rhythmically blows air into your imagination's lungs."
"Ever heard of drugs Mouth-to-mouth roleplay resuscitation? It's method of artificial respiration in which roleplay rhythmically blows air into your imagination's lungs."
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"I want to have sex, get pregnant by Gaybelline sparkle boyfriend and almost die."
"Gotcha, the only way you can be bella from your own Twilight Saga fiction is by roleplaying."
"Gotcha, the only way you can be bella from your own Twilight Saga fiction is by roleplaying."
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"I'm going to be straight honest here. So yeah, I read a fanfic where Voldemort had sex with Pikachu, can I please do that? Can I do that? Can-I-do-that? Can I do that too...?
cAnIdOpLeAsEtHaT."
"Everything is possible in roleplay communities. Yes, you're mentally ill you can do it."
cAnIdOpLeAsEtHaT."
"Everything is possible in roleplay communities. Yes, you're mentally ill you can do it."
My point in general is that everyone have varies reasons to roleplay, it can be as countless as genders stars in space. Some escape and draw into the moment, some to plant names for themselves and discover meaning and purpose, some because they have weird fetishes, etc. But more importantly, we all roleplay because we have something to say, to communicate, and to deny what realistic world denies from us.
Our child's name is Beezow Doo-Do Zopittybop-Bob-Bop, the baby's gender changes based on his mood and personality but most of the times identified as a fidget spinner.
I started when I was 12, can you believe?
So young.
I found this page quite comforting in that way, and I'm sure it will be nice to stay c:
Because of me. My presence always seemed to puff positivity in here.
I'll be exploring the forum for now, in hopes to start soon.
Slow down Dora and start with the spam section first.
Banned for being here.
There once was a man, who is well known in his shitty. His name was John but on weekends it was Britney. On Sundays, his name was Carl. The rest of the time, it was 'dumbass'. And he has two things that always accompany him, a list of names and a worn-out red marker. It would surprise you to know that, while it went against the expected function, the marker was not for writing on paper.
Morning light filled the hospital, the smell of death hung in the air. The pale walls shone wetly. Above Dumbass's bed hung a portrait of the Quartermaster of the KSR, and by his nightstand was a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush. John had ended up with a broken hip after tripping himself at the stair. Or, at least that's what he told the Doctors had broken his hip. In fact, it had been something far more sinister; autohypnotic asphyxiation. Heading back home, he saw, that the mayor's car had been entirely covered in cling film. Confused by his misadventures, he decided that a live tentacle porn show was the next best option.
He proceeded to go to the fishmongers, and detail precisely what his plan was. The Fishmonger agreed,
"Fourty dollars for fifteen minutes sounds fair." Dumbass reached into his pocket to find that he had forgotten his wallet at home.
"Do you accept IOUs?" Dumbass raised two middle fingers and asked. As a result, he received a look of disgust and a kick in the nuts. Swearing revenge Dumbass crawled away, winded and bruised. On top of that, he was slightly bemused. However, he appeared to have the upper hand as, with a devious smile, he pulled a remote control from his pocket. He pressed the button, and cursed out loud. Then he saw something he could not describe. It was a horrifying, yet beautiful, visage of his old dirty dog named Lasagna. Lasagna looked like it was going to bite off his... well... it's a delicate place.That delicate place is his head, the dog jumped into the air holding a flamethrower and somehow seemed both willing and able to use it.
"Don't attack me," cried the topless porn star who had just stepped into the madness. Because he was running out of gravity, he decided to swim away. At that moment he knew, he was in hell, and at the right second he saw a flying fetus straight to his face. "Why did you abort me daddy?"
With a horrified scream, Dumbass awoke - to discover that she was sitting on her toilet in Heaven having a heavenly crap. Satan called on his cell phone with fury at the latest posters disregarding former italics tags, the clouds rained unicorns as well.
Meanwhile on Earth,"Dong, where is my automobile?" asked the sexually frustrated old man.
"Where did you have it last?" his butler replied sarcastically.
"I checked my asshole 15 times." The old man's son said.
It seemed that old 80's movie references were in these days. A rolling skating Afro person went up to the old man,"I believe it's inside mine!" The Afro man bent down away from him,"Go! Check!"
"Ride my sweaty beating heart, daddy." pleaded the sexually frustrated old man whilst he silently regretted ruining yet another spam thread.
Afro man smiled a jive smile and spread his cheeks wide so the others could see his favourite subreddit, it was a race and his booty needed to finish it.
Morning light filled the hospital, the smell of death hung in the air. The pale walls shone wetly. Above Dumbass's bed hung a portrait of the Quartermaster of the KSR, and by his nightstand was a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush. John had ended up with a broken hip after tripping himself at the stair. Or, at least that's what he told the Doctors had broken his hip. In fact, it had been something far more sinister; autohypnotic asphyxiation. Heading back home, he saw, that the mayor's car had been entirely covered in cling film. Confused by his misadventures, he decided that a live tentacle porn show was the next best option.
He proceeded to go to the fishmongers, and detail precisely what his plan was. The Fishmonger agreed,
"Fourty dollars for fifteen minutes sounds fair." Dumbass reached into his pocket to find that he had forgotten his wallet at home.
"Do you accept IOUs?" Dumbass raised two middle fingers and asked. As a result, he received a look of disgust and a kick in the nuts. Swearing revenge Dumbass crawled away, winded and bruised. On top of that, he was slightly bemused. However, he appeared to have the upper hand as, with a devious smile, he pulled a remote control from his pocket. He pressed the button, and cursed out loud. Then he saw something he could not describe. It was a horrifying, yet beautiful, visage of his old dirty dog named Lasagna. Lasagna looked like it was going to bite off his... well... it's a delicate place.That delicate place is his head, the dog jumped into the air holding a flamethrower and somehow seemed both willing and able to use it.
"Don't attack me," cried the topless porn star who had just stepped into the madness. Because he was running out of gravity, he decided to swim away. At that moment he knew, he was in hell, and at the right second he saw a flying fetus straight to his face. "Why did you abort me daddy?"
With a horrified scream, Dumbass awoke - to discover that she was sitting on her toilet in Heaven having a heavenly crap. Satan called on his cell phone with fury at the latest posters disregarding former italics tags, the clouds rained unicorns as well.
Meanwhile on Earth,"Dong, where is my automobile?" asked the sexually frustrated old man.
"Where did you have it last?" his butler replied sarcastically.
"I checked my asshole 15 times." The old man's son said.
It seemed that old 80's movie references were in these days. A rolling skating Afro person went up to the old man,"I believe it's inside mine!" The Afro man bent down away from him,"Go! Check!"
"Ride my sweaty beating heart, daddy." pleaded the sexually frustrated old man whilst he silently regretted ruining yet another spam thread.
Afro man smiled a jive smile and spread his cheeks wide so the others could see his favourite subreddit, it was a race and his booty needed to finish it.
[@Odin]@Xanadu Seeing you two being speak Russian is nice.
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