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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.

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also yes I want 2 post something quick
Keebler too smh except he doesn't realize he's one of them
Discord channels only take a couple of clicks to make. The most common types of channels you see in discord groups founded by people in the same rp tend to be

-a general chat channel
-a channel about the roleplay, questions, lore etc.
-a channel dedicated to free rp, specified if canon or not

as for how it helps the rp I just find it easier to hop on and quickly say something as opposed to logging on to rpg, going to subscriptions and then typing an ooc post. Additionally if you've ever found yourself thinking "I wish there was more than one ooc tab for (insert reason)" then having a discord could help.
Old Keebs raised a thick eyebrow at Jip and his buffoonery, and the mug of ale that was comparatively enormous compared to the rest of his body connected to his lips out of a habit of drinking whenever things got kooky. I mean, he would´ve probably turned himself into a drunken mess either way, but his companions were speeding up the process. Maybe.

"Oi, a real gnome´s gotta learn to fight with his fists just as well as when he´s got a sword!" Keebler proclaimed, with his fat head wobbling steadily in a circle. The small man attempted to climb onto the table but remembered his height and simply elected to fling his overweight body onto its surface, plopping onto the wood with a thud that made him seem like a sack of potatoes. A sack of disheveled, alcoholic potatoes. He stood up and spread his arms gloriously.

"Watch this! Hyaah!!"

Keebler threw himself down towards the ground in a body slam. Or more accurately, he attempted to but lost his balance and was slapped down by the forces of gravity and whatever gods were watching him from the skies, pointing and laughing. After a long pause of not moving or speaking, the other gnomes had realized that he had knocked himself unconscious.
I´m in support of a discord, since it´s odd to me that all of us have known each other for more than a year but haven´t really talked outside of roleplaying lol
dont worry bby I am working on a post UwU
(I violently toss myself onto the front of a speeding truck, shutting my eyes as it transforms my body type into "tortilla" and liquifies most of my internal organs. Opening my eyes, a tear of joy falls down my cheek. I've made it, I've finally reincarnated in Isekaiville)

tfw you were late in posting so now you have to mash two posts into one big one ft. Octavio lore unlocked



Octavio felt his muscles relax at the mention of a rebel party within the town. It meant several things. One, the bigwigs were going to be devoting a lot of time and resources to them, and two, it meant that he was in an environment where tension and distrust were going to be higher than usual.

"Rebels, excellent. More willing to commit to action than the average man, and more knowledgeable of the inner workings of the town than any of the higher ups could ever hope to be." He sauntered close to the exit, less out of impatience and more out of not being used to having to wait on others. "Even if they don't form some sort of alliance with us, we should still make a serious attempt to get as much information about the city as possible from them."

All of the political and social reasons backing the rebels didn't matter to Octavio. He just wanted as much information as possible and knew from experience that it was the commoners who knew the most about the lands.

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Lynx had to stop himself from wincing at Sil's words. Who was that aimed at? he thought, vanity and concern poorly hidden under a layer of annoyance. Octavio didn´t answer his question and instead replied directly to Chres.

"Fat? I suppose my friend here enjoys his meals, even in times of crisis." He shot a jokingly accusatory look at the cat, who communicated his fury at Octavio wordlessly. Both of them knew that around this point in their squabbling Lynx would usually disappear for awhile to mutter angrily to himself, but their scenery had instilled a sense of vulnerability within them. Everyone in town, it seemed, was trying to fend for themselves. Octavio never considered himself to be good with kids, but even he still found himself surprised at the horrified stares the younger townsfolk gave him. At least now we don't have to worry about some sticky brat petting you. Octavio thought, with a gentleness intended to diffuse Lynx.

Chres had spent their time around the market with a worried look on his face. Everyone around them looked more or less the same, but it felt odd to see the unofficial leader of their party joining in. It was wrong somehow, and Octavio felt as if he needed to remedy it. He immediately brushed away the prospect of beginning to care about him as soon as his mind suggested it, however, and he attempted to busy his thoughts with some trinket that caught his eye. He doesn´t drink, so I can´t solve this with wine. he thought, against his own wishes.

"How I got my familiar, eh?" Octavio was glad that he´d initiated the conversation instead of the other way around, as even with his skills in speechcraft he knew that there really wasn´t much to talk about. It wasn´t like with lying to nobles, where you could just earn their respect by one-upping them over and over again. Chres was different. His eyes slowly settled on his familiar, taking in Lynx´s beauty more sharply now that it had been pointed out. Yes... Lynx was definitely striking, elegant to the point of being imposing. Octavio even felt a pang of guilt for having gotten used to it. Fur the gray of a gentle dawn surrounding a lithe and powerful body, adorned with a storm of dark spots all across his back. Lynx turned to look at him, meeting Octavio´s gaze with a pair of eyes the color of ice water.

"I was at a ball one day." Octavio began to speak, not breaking the eye contact with the big cat. "The King and Queen wanted a grand celebration for their daughter's coming of age. It was more than simply that however, as they had wished to see if any of the town's young men could be an eligible suitor." He remembered all of the espionage and flattery involved in inferring just that one simple sentence. His thoughts were once again a mad mess of possible outcomes and sentences, mixing and matching to try and determine the best possible series of events to present.

"The princess loved animals, mostly the familiars that the court wizards would entertain her with. She brought out nearly a dozen of them for her ball, all of them anchored to precious stones that were just as eye catching as they were. One of them had caught my eye, a lynx being constrained by an ornamental leash that was painful to even look at. Anyone could have seen that he was in great pain by his movements alone." Lynx turned away. Remembering his days as an ornament angered him.

"I had no interest in trying to capture the princess' heart, and my close friend at the time had failed to show up. With no plans in mind and an abundance of wealth I simply negotiated a purchase. She didn´t care for him, so it wasn´t difficult."

Several brief periods of violence and emotion swept around the various webs of sentences that were being formulated and selected. Glass being shattered, guards being fought, his once closest friend attempting to murder him the moment he fled the scene. The smile he gave Chres was friendly, yet his thoughts centered on vengeance. If he were to do one more thing before dying in this horrid situation he found himself in, it was hunting down Ophelia and flaying her. The woman who had grown up with him in their orphanage as a sister, providing him with the wrong information to get him killed, and then attempting to finish him off herself after he had survived. One of the few genuine emotions in his stunted heart was hatred towards her. Raw, total hatred.
This is officially the longest rp I've ever been in, I can't believe it honestly. It sure is fun going back to my first posts and thinking OH MY GOD DID I REALLY WRITE LIKE THIS WHAT THE HELL

edit: The post I was gonna upload was a short one that didn't describe the market so I'm gonna flesh it out more now that we're there
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