@TwelveOf8 I guess life is just a game played by a cruel god and a single die. I'm heading off to bed now, it's quite late (10:16!!!) I guess I'll see if you reply (in my) tomorrow
Rhythmloid
Member
Executioner
STATUS: I have too many ideas for rp and I’m afraid I won’t be able to like, act on them all... I just need like... more hours in the day... 7 yrs ago
- Last Seen: 6 yrs ago
- Joined: 10 yrs ago
- Posts: 1009 (0.29 / day)
- VMs: 6
-
Username history
- Rhythmloid 10 yrs ago
Status
Recent Statuses
7 yrs ago
Current
I have too many ideas for rp and I’m afraid I won’t be able to like, act on them all... I just need like... more hours in the day...
3
likes
7 yrs ago
It feels so good to start back up again. I miss roleplaying.
1
like
7 yrs ago
Oh, it’s my 3 year anniversary. I didn’t even know
8
likes
7 yrs ago
I think I might take you up on that. Could I
7 yrs ago
I think I might take you up on that. Could I
Bio
Let’s keep it brief
Name: Rhythmloid, Rhythm, Mäuschen, Famine
Gender: Female
Hobbies: Drawing, playing and listening to music, video games, writing, roleplaying, talking on discord
Residence: California, USA
Music/Arists I listen to: Ghost, Jack Stauber, Aurelio Voltaire, Billie Eilish
Video games I play: Overwatch, NieR: Automata,Bloodborne, Animal Crossing, Stardew Valley, Smash Bros.
Instruments I play: Flute, Piano, (soon) bass guitar
Discord servers I run:
Overwatch (specifically Crusaders): discord.gg/RqQrs23
Bloodborne: discord.gg/KBbDJSv
Ghost (the band): discord.gg/5wQqX78
Name: Rhythmloid, Rhythm, Mäuschen, Famine
Gender: Female
Hobbies: Drawing, playing and listening to music, video games, writing, roleplaying, talking on discord
Residence: California, USA
Music/Arists I listen to: Ghost, Jack Stauber, Aurelio Voltaire, Billie Eilish
Video games I play: Overwatch, NieR: Automata,Bloodborne, Animal Crossing, Stardew Valley, Smash Bros.
Instruments I play: Flute, Piano, (soon) bass guitar
Discord servers I run:
Overwatch (specifically Crusaders): discord.gg/RqQrs23
Bloodborne: discord.gg/KBbDJSv
Ghost (the band): discord.gg/5wQqX78
Most Recent Posts
@TwelveOf8 Don't you just feel so bad though? These characters are all so young dealing with such heavy things on their chest. What's really scary is that it happens too often. I don't know what I'll do if I se Rolo's probably fucked up life.
@TwelveOf8 I guess it has. I never thought it would turn into something so... deep. It's turning into the outsiders. Deep, dark, heartbreaking... I thought this was going to be more fluffy than angsty.
@TwelveOf8 Stress is tough
"Again." he demanded.
"Y-yes sir..."
She straightened her throat once more and began singing the same song that she has been for the past half an hour. Her new tutor had come over to give her singing lessons like her father had ordered. He told her that a young lady must learn how to sing properly. He didn't say why though. She just knew that she had to be perfect.
"Stop." The tutor said.
"Sir? Is something-"
"Yes. Something is wrong!" He snaps. "You just aren't getting it! Oh well. Our time is up. I will see you next week. And I better see an improvement. I will notify your father of your progress. Good evening."
The tutor turns around and leaves the parlor. He mutters to himself about incompetence and slams the door shut. Corinne sighs to herself. She should have done better. Singing wasn't her forté. Piano was more her thing. She could hear Charlie talk to the nasty man through the door. Talking about her and her mistakes.
She grumbles to herself as she marches to her room. How dare they talk about her behind her back?
"Happy thoughts, Corrine. Happy thoughts." She slumps down in her desk and sighs.
"You have seven brothers who love you very much. And you have nice new friends, you also have a party to go to on Saturday! Are you so lucky? Aren't you such a lucky girl? Other kids don't get to have nice things like you do, so shut up and quit complaining. You're very lucky!" She tells herself. Talking to herself has become a habit in recent years. She takes out her journal and records everything that had happened today; From her trip to the beach to her singing lessons. All were accompanied with cute drawings of her friends.
She took a look at her clock; It was 9:30. She decided to go to bed early. She slipped into her nightgown, picked up her lazy cat, Sebastian, and said goodnight to her brothers. She slipped into bed and gently dozed off.
"Y-yes sir..."
She straightened her throat once more and began singing the same song that she has been for the past half an hour. Her new tutor had come over to give her singing lessons like her father had ordered. He told her that a young lady must learn how to sing properly. He didn't say why though. She just knew that she had to be perfect.
"Stop." The tutor said.
"Sir? Is something-"
"Yes. Something is wrong!" He snaps. "You just aren't getting it! Oh well. Our time is up. I will see you next week. And I better see an improvement. I will notify your father of your progress. Good evening."
The tutor turns around and leaves the parlor. He mutters to himself about incompetence and slams the door shut. Corinne sighs to herself. She should have done better. Singing wasn't her forté. Piano was more her thing. She could hear Charlie talk to the nasty man through the door. Talking about her and her mistakes.
She grumbles to herself as she marches to her room. How dare they talk about her behind her back?
"Happy thoughts, Corrine. Happy thoughts." She slumps down in her desk and sighs.
"You have seven brothers who love you very much. And you have nice new friends, you also have a party to go to on Saturday! Are you so lucky? Aren't you such a lucky girl? Other kids don't get to have nice things like you do, so shut up and quit complaining. You're very lucky!" She tells herself. Talking to herself has become a habit in recent years. She takes out her journal and records everything that had happened today; From her trip to the beach to her singing lessons. All were accompanied with cute drawings of her friends.
She took a look at her clock; It was 9:30. She decided to go to bed early. She slipped into her nightgown, picked up her lazy cat, Sebastian, and said goodnight to her brothers. She slipped into bed and gently dozed off.
@TwelveOf8 Oh god.... you were right
Go help my friend
@TwelveOf8 don't you just hate that? I'm sorry
Corrine walked down the same path way she sprinted down this morning. It was a quite street; No cars or bikes to be found. She took a deep breath of the sea filled air that covered the whole town. She was happy to be alone with her thoughts. She could think about what ever she wanted.
One of her thoughts was how she was going to ask Rolo about that rumor. It couldn't be true that he liked her. She wasn't very attractive or interesting. She was just a doll; Everything her father wanted her to be. A sweet, delicate, intelligent, doll. She would grow no bigger or smaller. She would have to be protected at all costs in order to keep her looking nice. She would stay the same. Just a doll to mold as he liked.
She sighed. Just a dress up doll. No real say in anything. Just sit and look pretty. Don't speak unless spoken to. Sit upright. You must look presentable at all times. Your father will decide who your fiancé is. A lady mustn't play an instrument; that's an entertainer's job. Don't eat too much you'll gain weight!
So many rules to follow, she has to be perfect! No matter what! If only they could all just go away. She could act like a normal teenager her age without having to worry about her father. But she should go home in a sour mood; she should think about the positive! She gets to have Charlie's cooking for dinner! He always makes the best sea food! Not only that, but her friends have the same literature class as her. She doesn't sit next to them though. The closest she sits next to is Rolo and even he's a little ways away. But that doesn't matter.
About an hour after walking, she finally reaches home. Andy and Jacob are playing with the garden hose outside, spraying eachother silly. She waves to them and the rest of her brothers before heading off to her room to start her homework.
One of her thoughts was how she was going to ask Rolo about that rumor. It couldn't be true that he liked her. She wasn't very attractive or interesting. She was just a doll; Everything her father wanted her to be. A sweet, delicate, intelligent, doll. She would grow no bigger or smaller. She would have to be protected at all costs in order to keep her looking nice. She would stay the same. Just a doll to mold as he liked.
She sighed. Just a dress up doll. No real say in anything. Just sit and look pretty. Don't speak unless spoken to. Sit upright. You must look presentable at all times. Your father will decide who your fiancé is. A lady mustn't play an instrument; that's an entertainer's job. Don't eat too much you'll gain weight!
So many rules to follow, she has to be perfect! No matter what! If only they could all just go away. She could act like a normal teenager her age without having to worry about her father. But she should go home in a sour mood; she should think about the positive! She gets to have Charlie's cooking for dinner! He always makes the best sea food! Not only that, but her friends have the same literature class as her. She doesn't sit next to them though. The closest she sits next to is Rolo and even he's a little ways away. But that doesn't matter.
About an hour after walking, she finally reaches home. Andy and Jacob are playing with the garden hose outside, spraying eachother silly. She waves to them and the rest of her brothers before heading off to her room to start her homework.
© 2007-2026