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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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Kaito uttered a soft grunt of worry as he realized he was being left alone in the forest. He quickly strode over to what had caught the girls´ attention and said nothing as he read the text engraved on the statues. His lips pressed against one another in his typical way of showing worry, but for the first time in a long time there was a sense of helplessness added in as well. He had only been in this strange land for a short moment, yet in his heart Kaito was aware that whatever had happened to them was far away from the reach of what conventional therapy could deal with. He hugged his reference journals tightly against his chest, their current uselessness evaporating the sense security they usually gave him.

A monstrous noise tore through the forest, causing Kaito to flinch. The loose strands of hair that weren't secured by his relaxed ponytail twitched from the wind that briefly enveloped them. He raised his journals in front of his head to shield his face from any debris.

"Hgnk!..." he whined. The sky looked nothing like how it was supposed to during a storm, so it had to have been something else. Fear crept into his mind as he began to ponder what that "something else" could possibly be. One of the girls had suggested they take shelter inside the temple, a relief to the worrywart.

"I agree. Seeking civilization can help us know where we are." he said gently. "But... we should be wary. That might have been a noise of aggression just now." Being more unnerved than they were about their predicament was embarrassing given he was the only man and the eldest of the three, but establishing some kind of plan was definitely worth it.
There truly was no better solution to waking Keebler up than dousing him in alcohol. It was like a reminder aimed at his subconscious that it existed and was currently the only thing keeping him alive. He awoke in a mess of sputtering and grumbling, greedily licking his lips to take as much of it in as possible before his mind could even start forming coherent sentences again. It was a shame AA meetings didn´t exist in this world, as Keebler´s liver had reached the point where it could probably kill a dragon if one decided to eat him.

"Hngh... I´m alive... this ain´t hell?" mumbled Keebler. He wiped his face with his hands, realized what he was doing, and then proceeded to lick them. "That sure knocked me out for a wink, this body ain´t what it used to be."

He stood up and wobbled back towards his original seat. With luck, the other gnomes would simply not realize that he had failed in his attempt to show off. In his mind, this was a valid and intelligent strategy, and he even let out a self-congratulatory smirk. It ain´t easy bein´ the brains of this operation, he thought.
:: the streets of thorinn // thorinn ::


Alex's leather boots took frustrated steps as they paced around the town's stone roads, hitting the ground at uneven intervals as he was forced to move around herds of people slower than him. All this recent talk of death within the game had caused a surge in fear among the other players, and a desire to stay in the safer parts of the world. For Alex, the stress turned into an overwhelming feeling of irritation, one which he was desperate to quell. He wasn't used to being around so many people. The archer groaned at the realization that his favorite hunting spots were going to be taken and dried up. Maybe he could use his crafting skills as his main way to get by? He looked around, noting the dread and worry spread across a lot of people's faces. Nope, they definitely didn't seem like the types to want birdhouses right now.

The sight of a small girl that had been knocked to the ground caught his attention. He could tell she was a player, er, wayfarer, judging by the expression on her face. Alex had spent his days sticking to the safest parts of the game, enjoying it mostly for the crafting and exploration bits over anything else. Even so, he knew that other wayfarers were likely to have gone through quite the messes when the announcement had hit. He walked quickly towards the girl and called out to her, weaving through the crowd surprisingly well.

"Hey, you alright?" he said. He'd sooner let a dragon or whatever monsters were in this world eat him than be one of those snobs who matched their speech with the atmosphere. He was going to speak the way he wanted to, even if it meant going against the image his neat and proper merchant's outfit gave off.

There was no way that she was completely fine. Being shoved to the ground by some sleazebag? It would've been impossible for Alex to resist turning the man into a human pincushion had he been in that position. The girl's clothes reminded him of the kind of things someone affiliated with the drox would wear. If she really were a drox wayfarer, then Alex reasoned she'd be a good place to start with to get a team going. That and, he struggled to remember what the other affiliations stood for past the basics.

The words hurried out of his mouth before he could really think about them. "You're a player too, right?"




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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)

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