hi, guys. managed to go online through my phone since i was repeatedly told by multiple people that i need to get a new laptop since the motherboard was the one that got damaged on the one that i have right now. idek if i can get a new one but i'll see what i can do. post-wise, i'll have to wait for Manatee to post something just so i can put up something substantial. i will probably mooch off of Rult's laptop till then. i'm so sorry for the delay.
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@POOHEAD189 didn't know it was your birthday. happy birthday, poo. :D
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imagine a school RP but it's an actual school where you and your character needs to learn things or fail the next big test. nothing big, nothing cheesy. just good ol' boring school
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WE ARE BACK ONLINE, PEOPLE. THE SACRIFICES TO MAHZ WORKED
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a reality where dogs still love us but they can tell us about it by verbalizing it
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Hi! I’m Mac!
…or Dmitri… or Die… or Slick… or Clover… or Trace…
…Obviously, none of these is my real name, (and by now you might have an inkling of an idea as to which fandom I came from before) so I don’t really mind being called using any of the names aforementioned above or by my character’s name when we talk in OOC. However, don’t mistake me or my character as the same entity. As I’ve said before “IC =/= OOC”
IRL, I am a 21 year old attending college as a 4th year an extendee Bachelor of Arts and Communication Student. I major in Speech Communication and minor in Broadcasting (journalism). Oh and I’m not a native English speaker so I might not catch some references, idioms, or metaphors. I will most likely ask you OOC for clarifications on some things because I sometimes misunderstand definitions despite being supposedly fluent in English.
Anyway, I’d like to think that I’m a fairly carefree person. It means that I’ll let us get away with doing a lot of shit (we’ll probably do a lot of crazy shit tbh), and my friends say that I’m pretty friendly too so I guess we can take their word for it. But, as all humans are bound to be, I do have my limits. With that, I wouldn’t say “tread lightly” with me. But I will say “let’s be decent” at least. Soo... Let’s just see where it goes, yeah?
Okay. Now for credibility.
I have been roleplaying on and off for... 5 or 6-ish years now. I used to roleplay in tumblr(dot)com for a couple of years before stopping for half a year, and then it became an on and off thing that ended up with me missing out on a lot of things IC and IRL. It became a nuisance and a source of frustration for me since I couldn’t keep up with my character’s life and my own life so I had to stop. I just didn’t have enough time to play as my characters (plural) on a regular basis while also balancing my social and college life so I had to stop doing it , kinda. So here I am, trying to get back at the swing of things since I would like to believe that I generally have my shit together now.
If you want to contact me, feel free to tag me in posts or send me a PM for more personal matters. But if you want to contact me regularly I suggest that you ask for my Discord account in private because I’m most often online there than here. Just don’t forget to introduce yourself and where we met though, okay?
So...... There we go. I felt like I’ve wanted to add something but I’m not quite sure what it was so let’s just awkwardly end this introduction here. I hope you have fun. Before you go, have my uwu face:
／ﾌﾌ ム｀ヽ
/ ノ) ∧__∧ ） ヽ
/ ｜\ \ (✿uwu ) ノ⌒(ゝ.\
/ ﾉ⌒7⌒ヽーく＼ ／
丶＿ ノ ✩ ノ､ ✩ |/
`ヽ `ー-‘_人`ーﾉ
丶￣ _人’彡ﾉ
／｀ヽ _/十\
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…or Dmitri… or Die… or Slick… or Clover… or Trace…
…Obviously, none of these is my real name, (and by now you might have an inkling of an idea as to which fandom I came from before) so I don’t really mind being called using any of the names aforementioned above or by my character’s name when we talk in OOC. However, don’t mistake me or my character as the same entity. As I’ve said before “IC =/= OOC”
IRL, I am a 21 year old attending college as a 4th year an extendee Bachelor of Arts and Communication Student. I major in Speech Communication and minor in Broadcasting (journalism). Oh and I’m not a native English speaker so I might not catch some references, idioms, or metaphors. I will most likely ask you OOC for clarifications on some things because I sometimes misunderstand definitions despite being supposedly fluent in English.
Anyway, I’d like to think that I’m a fairly carefree person. It means that I’ll let us get away with doing a lot of shit (we’ll probably do a lot of crazy shit tbh), and my friends say that I’m pretty friendly too so I guess we can take their word for it. But, as all humans are bound to be, I do have my limits. With that, I wouldn’t say “tread lightly” with me. But I will say “let’s be decent” at least. Soo... Let’s just see where it goes, yeah?
Okay. Now for credibility.
I have been roleplaying on and off for... 5 or 6-ish years now. I used to roleplay in tumblr(dot)com for a couple of years before stopping for half a year, and then it became an on and off thing that ended up with me missing out on a lot of things IC and IRL. It became a nuisance and a source of frustration for me since I couldn’t keep up with my character’s life and my own life so I had to stop. I just didn’t have enough time to play as my characters (plural) on a regular basis while also balancing my social and college life so I had to stop doing it , kinda. So here I am, trying to get back at the swing of things since I would like to believe that I generally have my shit together now.
If you want to contact me, feel free to tag me in posts or send me a PM for more personal matters. But if you want to contact me regularly I suggest that you ask for my Discord account in private because I’m most often online there than here. Just don’t forget to introduce yourself and where we met though, okay?
So...... There we go. I felt like I’ve wanted to add something but I’m not quite sure what it was so let’s just awkwardly end this introduction here. I hope you have fun. Before you go, have my uwu face:
／ﾌﾌ ム｀ヽ
/ ノ) ∧__∧ ） ヽ
/ ｜\ \ (✿uwu ) ノ⌒(ゝ.\
/ ﾉ⌒7⌒ヽーく＼ ／
丶＿ ノ ✩ ノ､ ✩ |/
`ヽ `ー-‘_人`ーﾉ
丶￣ _人’彡ﾉ
／｀ヽ _/十\
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| | \ \ /
\ \ 丶 | /
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Me: I drew Persephone naked and posed it in the Guild. They wanted it pin uppy but it was just a doodle soo...
@Rultaos: Was it worth on a calendar?
Me: I guess, if I colored it, yeah.
... She still got no tits tho soo... I dunno.
@Rultaos: Was it worth on a calendar?
Me: I guess, if I colored it, yeah.
... She still got no tits tho soo... I dunno.
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#local woman changes clothes
#slightly NSFW
#beware of nude
66.media.tumblr.com/92e32ce87fd6b22352..
edit: i just realized that i can't draw mechanical arms and female abs so there's that.
#slightly NSFW
#beware of nude
66.media.tumblr.com/92e32ce87fd6b22352..
edit: i just realized that i can't draw mechanical arms and female abs so there's that.
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@agentmanatee@Dannyrulx@Bright_Ops@Rultaos@Andreyich@NecroKnight
The Wisps, after finally reuniting with their other halves, were all smiles as they left their CO’s office. This time it felt genuine, unlike the smoke filled high that pulled at their lips on the past days. For them, reuniting with their Hijas was like ending the war and coming home to their loved ones. After all, it was their home away from home. Their heart. Their soul. As such, one could see the differences between each man’s Hija.
Persephone had the most basic Hija among the three. But the curve is a little longer, thinner, and a little more pronounced unlike the rest. It was as if she was holding on to a small scythe which would reflect how she usually used it. Marco’s own would have a smaller curve, but with a thicker body that made it look like a large cleaver. Lastly, Taiel’s Hija had small grooves near the bottom of the blade, near the hilt. He usually used his like a saw, which was useful especially when he had to scout somewhere where he would need to make makeshift bedrolls for himself.
While the three of them walked back towards their living space wondering who their new Sergeant would be, a familiar voice rung out from outside.
Persephone looked at Marco, wondering if she just heard who she thought she did. Marco looked back at her with a look of equal wonder laced with confusion.
The three enter the living space and they see their new petite sergeant slowly being crowded around by guardsmen. As such, they also followed suit and soon they were facing their new NCO, the very person whom they just shared a drugged up lho stick with just a day ago.
“Private Persephone Ignatz, reporting, ma’am!”
“Private Marco Boucher, reporting, ma’am!”
“Private Taiel Yuu, reporting, ma’am!”
They all showed their respect for her by saluting her with an Aquila until they were told to stop.
The silence took effect immediately after, until the large Abhuman asked a question. The three had to take a look at him for that. The question that he asked demanded the attention anyway. The others answered truthfully and with a lot pride. But Persephone felt like she didn’t have something to answer to the question. So she waited until she would get drowned by some other voice before speaking.
”When I landed the killing shot on one of those big things called… Nobz, I think.” Persephone said, almost quietly. She was ashamed that she didn’t have a kill as grand as the others.
The Wisps, after finally reuniting with their other halves, were all smiles as they left their CO’s office. This time it felt genuine, unlike the smoke filled high that pulled at their lips on the past days. For them, reuniting with their Hijas was like ending the war and coming home to their loved ones. After all, it was their home away from home. Their heart. Their soul. As such, one could see the differences between each man’s Hija.
Persephone had the most basic Hija among the three. But the curve is a little longer, thinner, and a little more pronounced unlike the rest. It was as if she was holding on to a small scythe which would reflect how she usually used it. Marco’s own would have a smaller curve, but with a thicker body that made it look like a large cleaver. Lastly, Taiel’s Hija had small grooves near the bottom of the blade, near the hilt. He usually used his like a saw, which was useful especially when he had to scout somewhere where he would need to make makeshift bedrolls for himself.
While the three of them walked back towards their living space wondering who their new Sergeant would be, a familiar voice rung out from outside.
"Attention! Ze following Guardsmen are to report to me immediately as thair new NCO! Private Meris Fixun! Abhuman Khaz! Private Persephone Ignatz and all other former members of the 3rd Wisps light infantry! Private John Cecil Feeney! Private Marcus Gruber! Und private Ericsson Marshal!"
Persephone looked at Marco, wondering if she just heard who she thought she did. Marco looked back at her with a look of equal wonder laced with confusion.
The three enter the living space and they see their new petite sergeant slowly being crowded around by guardsmen. As such, they also followed suit and soon they were facing their new NCO, the very person whom they just shared a drugged up lho stick with just a day ago.
“Private Persephone Ignatz, reporting, ma’am!”
“Private Marco Boucher, reporting, ma’am!”
“Private Taiel Yuu, reporting, ma’am!”
They all showed their respect for her by saluting her with an Aquila until they were told to stop.
The silence took effect immediately after, until the large Abhuman asked a question. The three had to take a look at him for that. The question that he asked demanded the attention anyway. The others answered truthfully and with a lot pride. But Persephone felt like she didn’t have something to answer to the question. So she waited until she would get drowned by some other voice before speaking.
”When I landed the killing shot on one of those big things called… Nobz, I think.” Persephone said, almost quietly. She was ashamed that she didn’t have a kill as grand as the others.
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as a toast to the incoming terror and such, who wants a doodle of a naked persephone?
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i will post something maybe after i've finished this horrible paper and the presentation that follows.
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(@Jbcool)
Unsurprisingly, Persephone was met with a solid “no” with her question, and that was that. The three responded with an Aquila before placing all of the modified lho sticks on their Colonel’s table, and shuffling out of the door with heavy hearts and equally heavy footsteps.
As soon as they were more than far enough from their Colonel’s office, Marco immediately let out a loud groan and Taiel had finally stopped grinding his teeth enough to let out a sigh. Both were seething since they were not even allowed to see their own Hijas.
“WHY WOULD DO WE NEED TO GIVE IT TO HIM?!” growled Marco.
“Because we need our Hijas back.” responded the equally unhappy Taiel.
”...It is not like they have some of what they need here.”
“They don’t. But it’s just reinforcement anyway. It can hold without adding anything else to it. It can be explained to them.”
Persephone kept holding on to her Hija’s hilt as she caressed it with her thumb. It was comforting to have, and it made her feel all the more herself, but her companions’ anger kept her from fully feeling good about getting her weapon back.
“This means that… we don’t have a choice, right?”
No, we don’t, said Taiel between gritted teeth. This made Marco let out more growls that did eventually end with a barely audible whimper. “The Hijas mean nothing to these strangers!” Marco closed his eyes shut as his body shook with tension. ”I know. I know…” said Persephone with a sympathetic tone.
The night passed, yet neither of them found solace through rest. Marco opted to stay up reproducing his notes for the basic Hija just so he could hand it to their Colonel as soon as possible. He had found himself in a state of numbness throughout the night, body unwilling to provide their secrets but if it would get his Hija back, he thought that it would be worth the burden.
As their sense of morn came, so did the sense of hollowness. They were very hesitant to hand in the information, despite knowing that their Hijas were not exactly the best nor most unique item in the Imperium. They are hesitant because they find it horrifying and disgraceful to have empty and meaningless Hijas in the hands of men that may never find it more valuable than the common mono-knife. With those thoughts in mind, the three stayed mostly silent throughout the morning. The air around them reflected their somber moods at the time. They could still choose not to hand it in, but the prospect of only having half of their identity weighs heavily in their minds and hearts. It was only when Persephone asked if they wanted to go through it now did they finally decide.
They decided to take the uneasy trek towards their Colonel’s office.
The door looked surprisingly more daunting than the last time they went there. Marco was the one leading the trio at the time, as it was his choice (and Taiel’s) if the Hija schematics would be handed to their CO.
After taking a moment to breathe, Marco knocked in the Colonel’s door. The Wisps waited with bated breath until they were finally allowed inside. They greeted their CO and saluted, before one of them spoke out.
“Sir, what are your terms of exchange for the remaining Hijas?” asked the lankier man, Taiel. Marco, ever so eager, took out his reproductions of his forging notes and placed it on the table. "Here's the schematics and requirements for the Hijas, Sir." The bulkier Wisp's action made Taiel shake his head in disappointment before taking a step back to give Marco the limelight. The burly man then continued to converse with the Colonel, suggesting some alternatives to add to the machete's alloy to strengthen and reinforce it to virtually match their own Hijas.
Unsurprisingly, Persephone was met with a solid “no” with her question, and that was that. The three responded with an Aquila before placing all of the modified lho sticks on their Colonel’s table, and shuffling out of the door with heavy hearts and equally heavy footsteps.
As soon as they were more than far enough from their Colonel’s office, Marco immediately let out a loud groan and Taiel had finally stopped grinding his teeth enough to let out a sigh. Both were seething since they were not even allowed to see their own Hijas.
“WHY WOULD DO WE NEED TO GIVE IT TO HIM?!” growled Marco.
“Because we need our Hijas back.” responded the equally unhappy Taiel.
”...It is not like they have some of what they need here.”
“They don’t. But it’s just reinforcement anyway. It can hold without adding anything else to it. It can be explained to them.”
Persephone kept holding on to her Hija’s hilt as she caressed it with her thumb. It was comforting to have, and it made her feel all the more herself, but her companions’ anger kept her from fully feeling good about getting her weapon back.
“This means that… we don’t have a choice, right?”
No, we don’t, said Taiel between gritted teeth. This made Marco let out more growls that did eventually end with a barely audible whimper. “The Hijas mean nothing to these strangers!” Marco closed his eyes shut as his body shook with tension. ”I know. I know…” said Persephone with a sympathetic tone.
The night passed, yet neither of them found solace through rest. Marco opted to stay up reproducing his notes for the basic Hija just so he could hand it to their Colonel as soon as possible. He had found himself in a state of numbness throughout the night, body unwilling to provide their secrets but if it would get his Hija back, he thought that it would be worth the burden.
As their sense of morn came, so did the sense of hollowness. They were very hesitant to hand in the information, despite knowing that their Hijas were not exactly the best nor most unique item in the Imperium. They are hesitant because they find it horrifying and disgraceful to have empty and meaningless Hijas in the hands of men that may never find it more valuable than the common mono-knife. With those thoughts in mind, the three stayed mostly silent throughout the morning. The air around them reflected their somber moods at the time. They could still choose not to hand it in, but the prospect of only having half of their identity weighs heavily in their minds and hearts. It was only when Persephone asked if they wanted to go through it now did they finally decide.
They decided to take the uneasy trek towards their Colonel’s office.
The door looked surprisingly more daunting than the last time they went there. Marco was the one leading the trio at the time, as it was his choice (and Taiel’s) if the Hija schematics would be handed to their CO.
After taking a moment to breathe, Marco knocked in the Colonel’s door. The Wisps waited with bated breath until they were finally allowed inside. They greeted their CO and saluted, before one of them spoke out.
“Sir, what are your terms of exchange for the remaining Hijas?” asked the lankier man, Taiel. Marco, ever so eager, took out his reproductions of his forging notes and placed it on the table. "Here's the schematics and requirements for the Hijas, Sir." The bulkier Wisp's action made Taiel shake his head in disappointment before taking a step back to give Marco the limelight. The burly man then continued to converse with the Colonel, suggesting some alternatives to add to the machete's alloy to strengthen and reinforce it to virtually match their own Hijas.
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may i fast forward this for a day so persy's friends can miserably answer their new colonel's request?
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