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06/04/2020 07:40 PM 


You can laugh at the irony or you can try and make sense of it. Most of the time, nobody really gives a sh*t. They move in sync with a silent melody towards their only fate, death. From the beginning of time, until the end of days. The only true common thing they share; It's something humans have no control over. Gabriel, the mighty Archangel saw them as weaklings. As creatures that must be protected from the evil wraths of his fallen siblings and minions. However, as time continued to march its ticking hands, Gabriel realized humanity had lost their way, right at the end of the millennia. They seemed to no longer need, 'the devil' to do their bidding, or be influenced by his riot whispering. God and Angels became a myth. Faith and religion had been poisoned by greed, money, wealth, and power. Souls were being born tainted, no longer pure and holy. That's when Gabriel knew... They had lost the battle. "You can't change the world,""I'll die trying,""For what? For their sins? For their stupidity? Look at them, they are useless and a burden,""What happened to you, Gabriel? You used to be so..." The man couldn't find the right words to use. "I used to be so what? Blind?" "No, You used to believe in them. What changed you?""I saw what they are capable of, there's no longer HOPE inside their hearts,""That's not true! They're not all the same! You don't believe that. Gabriel, Please, you have to trust me. Letting them die like this isn't an Act of Goodness! letting them walk in the dark is a crime! You know this!""You don't know what I believe in. Who are you preaching that non-sense to? Don't you ever get tired of talking unto deaf ears?" Gabriel tilted his head to the side, curiously keeping his eyes on the priest and his white collar.  "The only crime I'm truly committing is not killing them myself," "You're already killing them by abandoning your position. You're going to regret it. Justice will come and you're going to be an exile, no longer welcome through the gates of heaven," "I'm already walking these holy grails, isn't that enough punishment? I truly believe Hell is right here on earth, don't you think? Even the smell of you intoxicates me, it makes me ill."  


06/04/2020 06:55 PM 

Taken Play-bys

Run", I said when they were gone. "If you slip out now, maybe they won't notice. Go back to Siberia


06/04/2020 06:39 PM 


I only  have  a few so follow  them seriously.1. Treat me as if you  would  you  sister or your mother; you wouldn't  talk disrespectfully  to  a female family member , so don't  do  so with  me, and if you do speak to them the same way that you a random female on the internet then for shame.  2. I reply on my own  time- I have  a life outside  of Role play, this is a hobby not my job if you  want  to  treat  my time  like  I am on the clock - pay me. (I am not kidding on this  one; I don't put up with people who think they are entitled to my time and get pissy over me not replying when they want me to as if I have a deadline and get fired from a time on here is free ya know? So don't  act  as if your time  is more  precious than my own; we're all equal here, okay?) 3. I do not tolerate petty online  drama; leave  your  personal  sh!t at the door because the truth is  I  don't  care- it's  online  drama that doesn't  effect anyone  but yourself, if you can't handle me wanting to confront you about the sh!t you say about me behind my back than don't say a g0d d@mned word in regards to me. If you  can't say anything  nice  then don't  say anything  at all- got it? 4. If you  want  to  call  me names  and  shade me, use my name for clout, screen cap conversations out of context for drama, or for your  own  personal  reasons  and  assumptions- then  it says a hell of alot more about  you than me. 5. If you  have  an issue, just  come  talk  to  me, it's  better to hear it straight  from  the  source than someone  else  or just your  personal  opinions/ feelings; being honest and straight  forward  is something  that  will  earn respect  from  me; while doing  the  complete  opposite just  loses respect. 6. I don't  care what  S3xual  Orientation  you are,  what gender, what race, what religious belief, what political  views one has. If you  treat me with  compassion,  understanding, civillity,  honesty, friendship  and  can be mature  about  things, then I will  treat you  the  same  way.  If you treat  me  the  complete opposite then I will  block  you. Don't  act like you're  better  than  everyone  else or that these things are a personality  trait or superpower- they aren't. If you  can't  be 50 with me, you won't  get 50 from  me; roleplay  is a two way street  not a one way lane.  7. I match others replies and starters by length, so if you give me one that is short I'll give you one that is short, you give me a starter/reply that is long and I'll match you.8. If you send me a friend request then you have to send me a starter etc. If I sent you a request than I do: this rule will be updated once I finish working on a blog post for starters. (they will be linked here)


06/04/2020 06:13 PM 


EmmaJillIsabelleJourneyGabbyEmma Jolly Issy Journey Gabby

Hellshore Beach

06/04/2020 06:06 PM 


1. Although this group is inspired by Stephen King, we are not associated to Stephen King, Joe Hill, Owen King, or any celebrity. This group is strictly for writing and fun. 2. You must be 18+ in RL and only use faces that are 18+.3. Hate Speech and Drama of any kind will not be welcomed. We welcome characters of all races, religions, and sexuality.4. If you do not like dark themes or horror, this group may not be for you.5. Please just try to be on at least once a week. I know everyone has a life, so there will be no activity checks for now.6. You may form connections outside the group. You may also join other groups.If you've read these rules, please sign with your favorite scary movie. 

Hellshore Beach

06/04/2020 05:46 PM 

Roles/Playby Suggestions/& Audition Form

This is a completely create your own character group. At some point I will put up a desired roles page. If you would like to use a set character from any Stephen King, Owen King, or Joe Hill story, that is completely fine.Some Suggested Playbys (will continuously be update)Bill HaderBill SkarsgårdChosen JacobsCole SprouseDane DeHaanDylan SprouseEwan McGregorGavin LeatherwoodGriffin GluckK.J. ApaNoel FisherZachary QuintoAlycia Debnam CareyAshleigh CummingsBillie EilishCamilla MendesEliza TaylorEvan Rachel WoodFlorence PughKiernan ShipkaLili ReinhartLizzy CaplanRebecca FergusonTessa ThompsonVanessa MorganZoe KravitzAudition FormName:Playby:Bio:Are you over 18 in RL (by auditioning, you agree you over 18):Sample (if required):*If you're wanting to write as an already existing character, Vic McQueen, Pennywise, etc, you do not need to provide any info, just message me.

super dood,

06/04/2020 02:06 PM 


OWES I OWE: S: Annamaria 5-26, Dahlia 5-26, Betti 5-30 R: YOU OWE: S: Sora 5-26, Tesla 5-26 R:


06/04/2020 01:57 PM 


Panic. The air around him was heavy with alcohol and bodies, the music thumping in his ears so loud St. Clair would swear his brain was jumping with each booming pound of the bass. Him and Josh were back in Paris for a few weeks, catching up with the old gang from SOAP; although, Josh had f***ed off with Rashmi over an hour ago and Anna had made some bullsh*t excuse to not attend at all, even though everyone knew exactly why she wasn’t there. He’d been welcomed home with a few pats on the back and mumbled acknowledgements toward how Anna had ended up in the end but all of them completely avoided the subject of his mum. Which, in a way, he was grateful for. He was meant to be having fun, enjoying the company of these people who had got him through so many things while at school. Yet, there he was, sitting at a bar alone, drink in hand. It was becoming a regular occurance.Finally, dragged from his thoughts by the presence of a hand on his thigh, St. Clair had that familiar sense of dread wash over him, eyes flickering downward to catch a glimpse of slender fingers and dark nailpolish basked in the flickering lights of the club. He’d felt uneasy since the second he stepped off that plane, just a constant thrum of churning nausea in his stomach that he couldn’t quite shake, as if he wasn’t meant to be back there. Setting the glass onto the bar top to buy himself some time, he finally looked over, coming face to face with one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. But then that nausea was churning harder, his eyes started ringing, vision drifting down from her vibrant blue eyes and dark hair to red stained lips. Full, pouty. But red. It was the type of red someone bled for love, when their heart had been dropped to the floor and stomped on over and over, which St. Clair was sure had happened multiple times for this gorgeous girl. He couldn’t understand what was happening, his fingers were shaking, chest tight, he felt like he was drowning. The water was rushing upward across every inch of his skin until his head was under the surface. A hand on his thigh. Red lips. Dark hair. Blue eyes. The back room of an art gallery. He couldn’t breathe, his chest was heaving against the water spilling into his lungs but nothing was coming, someone had dropped a rock into the center of his chest and he was locked there, drowning. That unknown force latching him into that chair. The girl however, was completely unphased, that slender hand riding further up his thigh and he heard her voice over the sound of the music, like an angel's trill,“Allô, mon beau.”“Get off of me!” St. Clair’s voice was panicked, he was scared, darkness enclosing around his vision like someone was turning out each light the closer they got to him, they were running, each footstep pounding against the concrete sounding like a scream of his name. He could hear the lilt of an American accent somewhere in the back of his mind, whispers that he was going to be okay. The blood in his veins burned, trying to remind him of the pain he could feel encasing each expanse of nerve within his body, he wasn’t going to be okay. He was never going to be okay.His movements became frantic and scared, bruised knuckles working at pushing the offending digits off of his thigh. He couldn’t breathe, St. Clair had to leave. He had to get out of the water. Heavy feet led him off the chair, fingertips scraping their way along the length of the wall to help support himself toward the bathroom, he couldn’t find the exit, there was too much smoke, too many bodies. Each flash of colour from the lights brought another wave of panic, fingertips tearing against the brick wall as he moved, bloody and broke. The waves rushing over his ears got louder the closer and closer he got to the bathroom. Within mere seconds, he was on his knees on the dirty club floor, retching noisily into the toilet bowl. Dark hair. Red lips. A hand on his thigh. Blue eyes. Blunt fingernails were clawing at his chest, over and over again, trying to scratch the air physically into his lungs through his shirt, heaving out gasping breath after gasping breath, the rush of tide subsiding. He was back in the club, the sound of the French pop music outside louder, and louder as the water descended but he swore he could feel the ghost of a hand still touching his thigh as tears fell freely down his cheeks. A small broken whisper slipping past his lips,“Please don’t touch me.”  

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06/04/2020 07:40 PM 

Who cares? No one reads these

Unfinished Business part Soft footsteps formed a steady rhythm in the gravel of the humid desert, a young man paced towards his destination, which was still in a question of existence. Ceasing his advancement, digits were slid into the pocket of his black and red jacket, a gift he had received from the people of New Asgard. Extending his reach into sight, amber-colored hues glanced upon the contents within his palm. A small, folded piece of paper and a pre-rolled cigarette, which also contained traces of marijuana within. Once the spliff had been placed between cracked lips, he unfolded the paper..   Once the contents had been double-checked for accuracy, amber eyes darted upward at the night sky. Without the lights that came with a heavily populated area, the full moon shone brightly enough to illuminate the dry canvas he stood upon. Stars lay scattered across the sky of different levels of glow, ranging from bright to dim.    Focus on the objective returning, the male looked forward, squinting his eyes as if to enhance his vision. Several kilometers away, the top of a ridge gave off a faint, artificial glow. "Well, sh*t, Jones.." a gruff voice spoke softly with lips pressing down in his cigarette. The paper containing coordinates crumpled within his closing hand, a small glow emitting from the gaps of his fingers. Digits uncurl to reveal a small flame incinerating the note. Flames glowed softly against the print of his 'DEF LEPPARD' undershirt before his hand elevated towards his face, leaning his head simultaneously to ignite the spliff still resting between his lips.. Inhaling from the stick sharply, his hand closed once more, extinguishing the flame before diving into the pocket of his black jeans. Finally releasing his drag of smoke, the mixture of tobacco and weed relaxing his nerves, he spoke through the cloud he blew out, "...let’s hope your P.I. skills pay off..."    The journey to his destination seemed to take hours, but upon arriving at the ridge below the facility, only half of his spliff had been smoked. "Jesus, this stuff is f***in' fire... heh... fire..." chuckling to himself lightly, he surveyed the compound. Minimal security guarding the inactive front gate, accompanied by a few scattered guards patrolling the concrete building. Standing several stories high, the roof was slightly higher than eye level with the stoned man. Planted on the roof were several skylights overlooking the inside of the compound.    Quick analysis of his surroundings, he paused, going through an idea in his head. Sizing the gap between the roof and the ridge took a few moments, followed by a quick glance at the drop. Taking a drag from his spliff, the man stared down at the ground, analysing the situation. "Okay... About a hundred yard gap... seventy foot drop...F***, f***, F***!" Pressing a finger on the ember of his cigarette, it was quickly extinguished before being stowed into the front pocket of his jacket as he psyched himself up.   Running both hands through his messy hair, a heavy sigh was pushed past his lips before walking a few feet away from the edge. "F*** it… I came this far.." he grumbled, digging his black and white Converse into the ground, pushing towards the gap, a radiant glow emitted from his hands, flames trickling up sleeves of his fire-proof jacket. Placing his foot down right before the drop, flames burst from his hands, pushing into the ground as he jumped upward. "Flame on!" was shouted through the roar of fire that pushed him upward and out. Soaring through the air, he silently laughed at his stupid joke, figuring it would be the last thing he'd get a chance to say. As the building's rooftop grew closer, the lack of control became a dark reality. Launching high enough to get onto the rooftop was successful, however the distance cleared was far more than needed.    Slamming into the gravel-laid rooftop, his body rolled, snuffing out the flames. Momentum continued to build as he rolled into one of the pyramid skylights, shattering the barrier. Caught in a free-fall, the man couldn't do much but accept the impact. Dropping onto a large conveyor belt on the ground floor, a solid crack could be heard from his ribs. Several small, stinging sensations among his body indicated cuts from the glass. "Jesus.... F***.... Ow.." was groaned loudly among the empty facility.    Pushing himself upright, his balance was lost, sending him backwards off the conveyor belt. Landing on his back, a soft, irritated groan escaped his lips once more as he stared upward, examining the skylight he had just entered from. Reaching into his front pocket, slightly bloody fingers produced the remainder of his spliff and several shards of glass. Discarding the glass to the side, he plopped his habit stick into his mouth. A quick pass of his hand was all he had the strength to do, igniting the tip as he did so. Hand dropped to the side as lungs filled with smoke momentarily, only to be released released with a soft chuckle and soft words, "F***ing. Nailed it..."    After another drag of his mixed smoke, the mutant slowly turned his head to one side, barely making out an inactive assembly line. The mutant’s humorous facade disappeared as he slowly pushed himself to his feet, his gaze never leaving the items that were evenly spaced on the motionless conveyor belt. With his heart rate elevating, feet weakly shuffled towards the machine, his hand raising in front of him and igniting into flames, bringing to view several matching, purple robot arms. Grinding his teeth slightly, amber eyes darted around the facility before locking onto a sight that filled his heart with anger. “Son of a bitch…” he muttered before his feet went on auto pilot, bringing him face to face with a complete robot that stood inoperative. “...I found you Sentinel f***s..”"Treat all fairly or they will seek revenge".-Christopher Paolini   template credit.  

black lives matter.

06/04/2020 05:37 PM 

i am tired.
Current mood:  angry

imma just start this of with, i am mixed race person irl, i am angry, i am hurt, please f***ing understand that before proceeding. don't understand? great, f*** off. so, i'm sure you all know what transpired last night. quite a decent amount of my friends were outraged by the oppression, and blatant racism, misogyny, and just down right twisted acts the owner of this site has been doing for years, ignored by users. but we'll get to him in the end. last night was f***ing ridiculous, from both ends. i've never seen such behaviour. this is not the time for rioting, this is not the time for using hurtful words, and this is necessarily not the f***ing time to argue with one another. and now, due to this, i am really really questioning my time with roleplay in a whole, cause ultimately i feel like i've wasted my time here. all my friends wanted was to be heard. don't you understand? fair enough, they were mad, but live in they shoes for two f***ing seconds and please tell me how the f*** it is, please. they were and still are mad, so mad even, being mad makes us do things, things out of our character, but am i exactly happy with the way both sides treated each other, definitely not. but, at the same time, what did ya'll expect? peace? lol. another point, i have been noticing hate groups for people being made for years. telling people very very serious allegations against people. and the site allows them to still be up? wake up people, this isn't just a f***ing racism issue. as for the owner of this site, some of ya'll have seen him, some of ya'll haven't, but i'm not here to discuss his appearance. first of all before relgious fanatics get on my case. i'm here to discuss his morals. i am in no way hateful towards religion, do i understand it? no, definitely not, but will i respect and listen? of course i will. but, bringing religion into this movement is not correct. from what i've heard, religion is sacred, not a clout machine, cause thats what that post was, and don't deny it dude, it was. his fb profile that was found yesterday had the same picture that was posted on profile, along with posts thanking the f***ing police. you seriously tell me that its okay? to have a GROWN ASS MAN, who has been proven to be against everything that isn't relgious running a site that promotes creativity? seriously? i understand rioting the site wasn't the best idea, and is completely against the rules. but imma ask the owner, why? why attack MY PEOPLE? and along with the people who are with us. you allow blatant pedophiles and predators on the site (that i have encountered before i turned 18). but have you noticed, mark? we were posting in awareness before, now you got a riot on ya hands. this is YOUR doing. this will get opinions, i'm very aware. but i'm not arguing. i got the bigger picture in mind, i really ain't worrying about losing friends. i have lost a lot more to know i'm strong. other than that, if you have supported me throughout this, just know i'm thankful, i truly am. all i gotta say, stop knocking on the devils f***ing door, cause it has been answered, and you're dealing with that now. but with that, if you want my discord, hmu, before i get taken down. as an exit, i am not shutting up, i am not stopping. i'm tired of being peaceful about this.

Knight of Zal Dun

06/04/2020 03:26 PM 


(under construction)


06/04/2020 12:20 PM 

Bloody Valentine (drabble)

  Cason would be lying if he said his addiction wasn’t getting the best of him. Just last week he made headlines on TMZ about a confrontation that took place in Chicago with one of his stage heads, the report read;”Cason Ecolano who goes by stage name Machine Gun Kelly seemed quite pissed during one of his concerts after his guitar wasn't working, and he took it out on one of his stagehands for which he's now apologized. The Cleveland rapper was performing Friday night at the Credit Union 1 Pavilion in Chicago, where at one point while he and his band were rocking out to MGK's "Hollywood Whore"  an equipment malfunction occurred, and Kelly kinda lost his s*** up there. TMZ got video of the meltdown moment, where Cason realizes his guitar isn't working at a part of the song where it's supposed to (his guitar solo, it seems), and he rushes over to the backstage area to see what's going on confronting a frantic stagehand.” Location: Cason Ecolano’s home studio, Los Angeles California, Monday, May 18th, 2020   GRAB MY HAND, I’M DROWNIN’. I FEEL MY HEART POUNDIN’. WHY HAVEN’T YOU FOUND ME YET?Lanky fingers swirled around the plastic bag that was closed shut, allowing it to fall  back to normal; ocean eyes stuck on the blue pills that occupied the cheap material. Shifting the opening of the bag towards his left palm, he watched as a few of the pills fell into his hand; his tongue spilled from his lips as it attacked his bottom lip in attempt to moisten the dry flesh. ”Cason, come on, man!” A husky voice called out, causing Cason to turn his head and look over his shoulder. ”I’m coming, man. Hold up!” He shouted back as he turned his attention back to the brightly colored pills. Without any hesitation, he shoveled them between his already parted lips, instantly shoving the baggy into the pocket of his leather jacket. Reaching for the bottle of water that was already prepped open for him, he brought the bottle to his lips and took a swig to guide the little devil’s down his throat.Right knee bouncing up and down as the rapper stared out in front of him at the male that was sitting in the swivel chair before him. His left hand occupied the space in front of his face as his teeth absentmindedly gnawed at the nail of his index finger. The conversations that were swirling around him sounded like nothing but mere mumbles that he could barely make out. Once clear vision became blurred, causing the male to drop his head back and guide his free hand up to the bridge of his nose. Fingertips dug at the corners of his eyes in hopes that his world would be brought back before him the way it was intended to be; clear and vivid. Eyes watering, he tried his best to blink away the water that threatened to pour from the rims of his eyes. But Cason’s attention was soon stolen by a quick smack to the back, causing the tall male to shift up and onto his feet. The walk from the couch and into the small booth was a distant memory as his skinny digits instantly shifted up to pull his hood up over his untamed blonde locks. Leaning down to grab the headphones that once occupied the stool next to him, he guided the heavy muffs up to cover his ears.Shifting up towards the mic, the blonde couldn’t help but mutter out ”Ah. My chest hurts..” As the words spilled from his lips, his right hand shifted into his leather jacket and clutched the left side of his chest, blue hues staring at the microphone that was now swaying back and forth before him. The music began to play in the headphones causing the male to shift his arms back behind him, leaning forward as he spoke out ”like it’ll happen again, you’ll be my..” Lyrics falling short, his hand instantly clutched his chest once again, small mumbles escaping his parted lips ”I got chest pains right now.. what the f***.” His hand began to massage at his throbbing chest, not realizing how shallow and rigid his breathing was becoming. Clearing his throat as if it would help his breathing, he maneuvered his arms back behind his back; allowing one hand to grip the opposite wrist. Leaning into the mic once again, the music picked up in his ears once again signaling for him to go ahead and sing, but instead of actual words falling from his lips, they were replaced with jumbled noises causing him to step back and let out a groan. ”My heart started hurtin’.” Cason nearly growled as he looked out towards the thick glass that stood before him and his friends. Blue troubled hues cried out to the dark haired male that stared at his friend helplessly; adverting his eyes over, he caught sight of the short blonde who had covered her mouth with her hands, worry plastered on her face.Lanky frame stumbled forward, causing his face to smack into the mic before him; startling him. Blue hues reappeared as his lids shot open to reveal his glazed eyes. Trying his hardest to focus beyond the glass he noticed that his friends had disappeared from the other side. Stumbling backwards, he caught himself, his hand instantly shifting up this face as his fingertips clawed against the stubble along his jawline. His head shifted from side to side as he heard a voice speak out to him causing him to glance over at the door. An unidentifiable figure came running towards him and before they could reach out to him, the male stumbled backwards once again. On his way down, he reached out and pulled the mic stand down with him; the chord from the headphones ripped out of the jack as his limp body smacked against the floor. ”Someone grab me the Narcan, now!”  


06/03/2020 11:27 PM 

Writing Sample

  The sounds of pursuit faded as Adore maneuvered herself through the crowds in ChinaTown. It was late in the night, the moon was already dominating the city sky, but the nightlife was just starting to crawl out of their apartments and dorms to take to the city. Which was good news for Adore. This gave her the perfect opportunity to blend in and escape the group of men who were currently in pursuit of her.    Her breath hung low in the frigid air, and her right hand went up to evaluate a cut on her arm from where a bullet had grazed her. The deep cut stung as she prodded it through her thick black jacket and every time she moved her arm, needles shot out from all directions. But, she’d live.    Before she could look up from her arm though, she ran into a strong body. She stumbled backwards, and as her emerald eyes looked up to see the familiar face of a man she had been looking for for the past few days, shouts of recognition rang out from behind her. She saw the look of alarm in the man’s eyes, but before he could ask what was going on, Adore grabbed his wrist and dragged him through the crowds.    “I’ll answer your questions later. For right now, follow me,” Adore told the man as she wove them both through the crowd, looking for a good place to hide.    She found an alleyway and ran into it dragging the man behind her and forced him to hide behind some dumpsters with her. She kept herself strategically in front of him so if they were found, she could protect him easier. Once she heard the sounds of running footsteps fade away, she peeked out behind the dumpsters to check to make sure they weren’t being followed any more.    When she realized the coast was clear, she leaned back against the dumpster and let out a long sigh before standing up holding out her good hand to help the man up.    “So, this might take some explaining but,” she paused and gave the man a smile, “My name is Adore Angel. The men who were chasing us just now? They’re called the MRO. They’re a group of illegal scientists and doctors who are trying to create the perfect humanoid species to take over the world. I was actually one of their experiments. I’ve created an army to hopefully put a stop to their war, but there’s just one more problem. They know about you, just like I do. They know about your powers, and now, I want to ask for your help in defeating them.”


06/03/2020 10:46 PM 


  Respect. This one is literally the most basic I can get. And it's the most important rule. This rule says that I will change any other rule if I feel necessary in order to respect someone else's rules. I'm not saying I will change my rules all the time but if I feel like I am disrespecting someone with one of my rules, I will take into consideration to change that rule either temporarily or permanently. But the same goes both ways. I will respect EVERYONE as long as they respect me. And this is basic kindergarten logic people, I don't think I should have to explain what respect is. You know what is and isn't respect, so just do it.  Be literate. Please? Okay, so I have some friends who are paragraph writers. I don't mind writing in paragraphs some times. But please do not be lazy and don't do texting language and please don't lower yourself to only writing a sentence or two. That's how people get ignored.  No erotic! I do not like erotic. Like, at all. To me, it's demeaning and it doesn't feel right. I'm not an online role-play sex toy and if any of you want/think I am, I will have a serious problem with you. I do romance, but only with certain characters. I am exceedingly picky on who I do romance with or not. The chances of me wanting to do a romance with you is like 1 in a 10 chance. So please don't be disappointed if I don't do romance either.  If you send me a friend request, you do the greeting. I don't care if it's in messages or comments, I will respond to either. But I will tell you, if it starts in Comments, I will more then likely ask to come to messages. I just prefer messages better. But I understand that some people like to have OOC in comments and role play in messages.  I do not care if OOC is in messages during the role-play, or in comments. I really don't. Either way, it is difficult to mix up OOC in a role-play. It's the different between: The battle was bloody and people were dying (etc.) vs. OOC: Hey! What's up? You can tell what is what. It's not that hard. I feel like if it's difficult to tell the two apart, then we are not doing good in our roleplay. 


06/03/2020 08:23 PM 

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