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6 yrs ago
Idea: Superhero rp but every superpower has to be a unnecessarily specific fetish taken from a 1x1 thread
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6 yrs ago
joining a roleplay can have the same stress of applying for a job except its better cause instead of bagging groceries you get to be a cute gay anime cat girl who goes to magic school
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6 yrs ago
*tackleglomps u and nuzzles* X3 *notices bulge in ur pants* OwO wats dis???
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6 yrs ago
does anybody in this thread smoke weed
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6 yrs ago
The thrill of doing seventy different code edits without saving and then not knowing whether your post looks cute or like an exploded cumbox
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I like rats, jalapeño poppers, y2k aesthetics and idol games. I am pretty extroverted on the internet due to how easy it is to connect with people with similar interests. My personality may come across as aggressively friendly or over the top at times and I apologize in advance for that, whoops.

As for my strange signatures and profile pictures, a lot of them are a part of a specific aesthetic I´ve developed over the years that's basically 2000s aesthetics with a focus on the technology that explore themes of loss, abandonment, filth, and hopelessness, rather than the optimistic and mainstream view of the future that was common during that period of time.

TALK 2 ME!!!!

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Mirithal´s words struck Ar´oa with the velocity and precision of an arrow. It, or rather her, spoke with the tone of someone who meant no harm in their words, only expressing a sense of tranquility. It was a common facade for Ar'oa's people. Yet this was no anubis, nor a regular sentient being. It seemed that Mirithal's wonder had never stopped finding new ways to bewilder and excite him.

"You are able to transform yourself at will?" he asked, his curiosity dripping through the cracks of his stoic behavior. "That reminds me of the spirits I would encounter in my homeland."

His ears perked up slightly. The voices of his elders once again snarled warnings from within his mind at his irresponsible displays of emotion. He ignored them entirely. This was one of his goals, to satisfy his intense curiosity. No clan members were around to scold him for pivoting towards a surprise conversation and he intended to take complete advantage of that.

"I have lived a life far away from the flora that many take for granted, and I am currently unaware of how to speak with you in a manner your culture could deem appropriate." His dark eyes bored through Mirithal's features like sunbeams, alight with a passion and a need to illuminate the dark. "Yes, I am cautious, but I feel as if it is rather obvious why. Please tell me about yourself."

The inquiring tone that very briefly pulsed through his words was reminiscent of how one appropriately behaved around spirits, dancing around their wordplay and making the unpredictability mutual. It was born from habit and unintentional, yet he could feel a small kick of adrenaline beating steadily. He thought of Mirithal some more and realized that perhaps... it could assist him with his mission?
ILL MAKE MY OWN IDOL ROLEPLAY, WITH BLACKJACK AND HOOKERS



♫ - No Brand Girls (Autoplay)


AMERICA´S FIRST IDOL UNIVERSITY OPENS AMIDST CONTROVERSY


April 1, 2025

Idols, despite their quiet start amidst the urban pockets of Japan in the late eighties, have now grown into a worldwide phenomenon and show no signs of stopping anytime soon. Nowadays it´s common to see them all across film, television, games and books, faces covered in smiles and gleaming with light. It´s no wonder then that idol academies in Japan have cropped up all over the country.

It´s no secret that idol groups outside of Japan don´t last long, so the idea of a fully functioning academy anywhere but Japan sounds like complete fantasy. So why has one been founded in the United States? Now retired musician Bruce "Silver Lightning" Seagal admits that the inspiration behind the creation of Starlight Academy came to him from his heart rather than his mind. In several of his past interviews with other news outlets Seagal has admitted that even he isn´t sure what´s been making him so confident in his vision. His career back in the day was the typical rags to riches story of a solo performer attaining the status of musical legend, and because he spent years afterwards in the shadows as a singing coach, even his status as the academy´s director is hard to wrap our heads around. Joining him are a panel of experts of everything entertainment, from dancing to costume design to singing to acting, employed with the sole purpose of creating the best and brightest generation of international idols.

“I mean, at the end of the day you could say that I´m a bit of a free spirit. But an idiot? No way. Of course we needed more professionals.” He stated, in his latest interview with Akiba Online. Starlight Academy´s determination to not only survive, but thrive has made it go as far as establishing a committed exchange program dedicated to transplanting up and comers from Japan itself, all in a bid to boost its numbers and hopefully win the favor of fans worldwide.

“These Japanese kids that are coming in, good kids, all of them. I don´t know what they´re teaching them over there in Japan, but their English is so good it´s scary.” Seagal then went on to explain that one of them had even corrected him over a spelling error in a text message. “I tell you man, we got nothing but the best of the best.”

Among the wild speculation and bewildered praise for the Academy´s plans for the future are critics that are just as passionate to tear it down. Criticisms over the school´s lack of formal academia are rampant, with many going as far as calling it a scam or a complete waste of money. Kento notes that he´s taken those claims into account, and is confident in being able to prove them wrong in time. Akiba Online, over and out.




Greetings student! Whether by being scouted by one of our many producers, enlisting for our exchange program or even traditionally enrolling, you have been awarded the privilege of attending our ambitious and soon to be prestigious academy. Put together by the legends of the worlds of music and entertainment, we will strive to create the next generation of international superstars that will defy and rewrite what the world expects out of idols. Join us next week on the eighth of April and embark together with us on this heart-pounding, shimmering journey into stardom.

Yours truly,
Bruce Seagal


Thanks, both characters are tricky to write so im glad to hear that LOL
Reviving this lad

A couple of things:

-I´ve lightened the color of the gray text like four times before just dropping it entirely, as my "all text in gray all the time" phase has passed.

-As a result I´ve also given Lynx a new image color for legibility.

-Speaking of Lynx, he´s a finicky princess of a familiar and isn´t actually going to orchestrate a Sil murder plot, as hilarious as that would be.



If there was anyone less enthusiastic about the idea of working together as a team than the great Octavio and his slowly crumbling walls, it was his familiar, who had suffered the worst of Sil´s antics, even when trying to sleep.

I´m going to take that fairy, said Lynx in Octavio´s mind, and skewer it as soon as I get the chance.

Octavio smirked at the sudden display of emotion, glad to see a sliver of his traveling companion´s personality again. Travelling in a party had worn the both of them down substantially and had limited them in terms of what they were allowed to talk about out loud. Even if the two disliked conversing outside of telepathy the presence of another restriction, one that needed to be constantly taken into account, put them on edge to an extent.

She´s just irritating you because it´s fun. I can´t blame her either, just look at you! said Octavio. Lynx was well aware of his irritability, and having it pointed out to him only worsened his mood. Both of them were very aware of each other´s personalities, and both of them knew that their walls were crumbling down with time.

How much longer are you going to continue your acting? stated Lynx. There was a sharpness to his words, a feeling of caution and annoyance fused together.

As long as it takes. replied his owner.

Lynx´s powerful eyes bore holes into Octavio. This was clearly not the answer he had desired, yet he expected it nonetheless. Their complicated relationship frequently blurred the lines between companionship and rivalry, with neither ever holding back their disapproval over the other´s flaws. Octavio simply chuckled to himself at their private conversation, and reached for a slice of bread with a confident entitlement. He wasn´t at all grateful like his allies, nor did he want to be. This was the bare minimum for their services. The food was bland just as it always was when your sense of smell was so poor, yet this time the flavors of misery shone through in stronger doses. This definitely wasn´t filling enough for the greedy man, but he reasoned that he could always buy more. Although...

The funds that were originally intended to be used for inn infiltration dangled in his mind, tempting him to use them to satisfy his capricious hunger. His eyes gazed at everyone in the room with an undetectable softness as he formed a plan. There was no way he´d be able to save his money and feed all of them at the same time, so playing the role of royalty was going to be a challenge from now on. Octavio´s mind recalled all his previous conversations with these people, his implications of grandeur, his mentions of distant luxury. This was going to be a difficult situation for him. For a brief glimpse his eyes were caught by Lynx´s, who stared back at him in satisfaction. You´re enjoying this.

Lynx concluded his silent judgement and helped him think of their next course of action. It was decided that half of his money was to be treated as all of it, with the remainder repurposed to be used as an emergency fund in the event of needing to flee. This was a painful decision, but it was absolutely necessary if he intended to continue his act.

"If the food ever becomes an issue, we could simply form a shared effort and wander down to the markets, right?." he said. It was such a simple sentence, one that surfaced among the hundreds of hurried thoughts and whispers of two loners in the shadows.

Reviving this lad






Files.>Documents.>Introduction.docx.>


Gray. That was the first word that came to the mind of every poor soul unfortunate enough to awaken in the city. It was gray in color, as thick panels of fog routinely suffocated the concrete world and cut it off from the blinding sun. It was gray in heart, as every building and billboard was covered in slogans and phrases that were as nonsensically generic as they were vaguely threatening. And finally, it was gray in soul. The cityscape was dotted with others, though their status as human was questionable upon second glance. A parade of dress shirts and suitcases that filed through the dreary city, scuffed leather shoes clacking on the pavement with no hope or destination. The men and women stared dead ahead with empty eyes and no emotion.

In truth, nobody knows where the city came from, or what it’s even called. People arrive in the hundreds, most of them brain dead, though there are exceptions. Like you, on this fateful day.

Your memories are hazy but intact, yet you´re not sure where you actually are. Hell? Heaven? Something else? There are others as confused and sentient as you, so you reasonably think to reach out to them. But then again... the world is strange and filled with irregularities. The calendars stretch into hundreds of months, the clocks have more arrows than necessary with numbers that aren´t supposed to exist, the advertisements are so generic that it´s almost offensive. And the food? The textures are off and blander than you ever thought possible. It´s as if the world was created halfway and abandoned for eternity.

Information is hard to find in this world, and you´ll have to risk your life for any decent answers. Between conflicts with other strays, malevolent entities, and a city that defies reason, it's not going to be easy.



Files.>Documents.>Clarification.docx.>


drone from the monotone is a roleplay set in a strange world vacant of life and color. You are someone who has died, and regardless of the circumstances you now find yourself inside of a bizarre urban environment where staying alive is now a key part of your schedule.

As the prologue has implied, you have left life with feelings of dissatisfaction and an unwillingness to let go from sentience, and must now come to terms with what that means for you. This will be a slice of life roleplay set in an unorthodox location, though expect action and problem solving elements as well. Dying is possible. Keep in mind your character has the ability to revive, however.

I am planning on the characters being around the age of college students, with anime face claims to avoid any difficulties in finding art. Thoughts? Interest?
I like it, no worries. Time to work on a post then, lol
Holy moly this sure is an interesting roleplay that I have never heard of before, no siree. Time to express my interest in joining!
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