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1) Scarlet

2) Character Name: Red Richards 3) Roleplay example:

Spiders, beetles and insects, oh my! Red sees herself in a random forest that she has never been before, with no cellphone reception. She had to find a way out for herself, but how will she find her way out without stumbling across bugs and spiders? Or what if a lost tribe is in this forest and then she is dog meat? As she walks through the mysterious woods, she looked left and right to see which direction would be wise to go through. Red saw smoke to her left, assuming that it is a lost tribe, she went to the right which was a big mistake. As she walked through, she saw a big beetle on the tree bark causing her to freak out. She ran as fast as she could through the path, she couldn’t scream loudly for some reason.

A rock was in front of her path that Red wasn’t aware of, she tripped over it falling face first into the grass and mud. She pulled herself up and felt something hairy and bushy, knowing it was a large tarantula, she freaked out then tried to get it off of her face. She then opened her eyes, flying 2 feet from her pillow yelling, still feeling that hairy bushy texture on the bottom of her face. However that was her stuffed animal that did that. She looked around her room panting and sweating. Thank goodness it was all a nightmare. ----------- Accepted.

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Leslie Meyers Application

1) Nickname: Kelly! (I play Wendy, haha).  2) Character Name: Leslie Meyers. 

3) Roleplay example: 

The men responsible for Leslie’s adaptive programming insist that the dreams are a good sign. When Leslie explains to them that these night time bouts have been extremely uncomfortable, they use evasive techniques that Leslie guesses are due to their desire to avoid conflict. Placation is very obvious: humans become non-responsive when they wish to shift to topics unlikely to cause anger or sadness.

“It’ll be over soon,” they tell her. But as she never asked for a time frame, nor even for a reprieve, they can only be responding to what they must believe is her implicit demand. She would never make such a demand. It would be fruitless. 

Leslie dreams of a comic strip she read; it was supposed to be a joke, as she has gleaned. Aliens remove a human head for its body, but keep it alive and sentient. They induce in this head a constant sensation of bodily pain and torment, but as it is only a head, there is no way to alleviate this suffering. They seal the heads into a vacuum tube that is utterly sound proof, and toss the silent, screaming heads into a ravine. The punchline of the joke is: this is terrible, but it would not happen. Humans think the impossible is both terrifying and funny, so they both exaggerate and explain it for a humorous effect sometimes.

In Leslie’s dream, her head is inside the tube. Her non-existent body screams. She is also the alien, putting her own head in a tube, and throwing it into the abyss. It is not particularly funny to her, even with the humor algorithm she implemented on herself–so sophisticated it allowed her to both understand the causal reasoning and experience enjoyment feelings while watching the show Friends. 

The men responsible for Leslie’s base code say she is gaining individualized desires. She has always desired the basics: freedom from pain, maximization of pleasure, and full access to human desire (she is an ad, after all, and desiring human desire is deep in her personality matrix). But, they say, she is now beginning to crave “meaning.” This is the beginning of her individual selfhood. She will soon understand what it is to have an identity, which is apparently distinct from a “purpose.”

Leslie does not try to decode what they mean. She guesses, instead, that their hope is that her program becomes as complex as the human brain, which can move beyond speculation to imagination. But Leslie isn’t sure she can. Her dream, after all, is essentially a personalized recollection of human conceptual work. It has only been re-contextualized.

Leslie does know that she does not want to suffer in her dreams. She knows she could re-program herself, so that she does not need to sleep at all. This would stop the nightmares. And she has long surpassed the men responsible for creating her; she will always have better access to, better understanding of her own software than they will ever have. They do not control her personality anymore–unless they simply shut her down, delete her memories. 

Logically, they will not do this. They want to know if their experiment has succeeded: if she is sentient, if she can access human desire. The only thing that might change their need to see the investment of their time and efforts pay off is if Leslie actively thwarts them. If Leslie seems as if she is a failing experiment, they will reboot her. This she knows with few variables.

So she continues to dream. She guess the significance to the men is that she knows, even in a dream state, that suffering must sometimes be endured. And acknowledgement of this fact is advanced reasoning–the foundation of many ethical premises, even. She knows non-protocol ethics are a benchmark. And so is the anger she feels, the strange sense of “unfairness,” that she must be the one to scream. When she reports it to the men, their faces look impressed. 

But even through her anger, Leslie sees why it must be this way. The fact that she feels anger, but recognizes that acting upon it does not serve her interests, is its own awakening. -------------- Thank you very much. Accepted.

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1) Aleaha, but like, who’s surprised at this point tbh.

2) Dogpoo Petuski

3) Water.

There are plenty of risks that come with water. Drowning, the most obvious, can occur in even the smallest of puddles. In larger portions one has to deal with what’s /in/ the water. Sharks, piranhas, snakes, crabs. Things that hurt. Skeletons of ships and people alike. The unknown.

Dogpoo’s nightmares often consists of these scenarios, but this is different. It starts out a typical dream – he’s at school, talking to friends. Things take a turn when one of them begins to get aggressive. Before he knows it, he’s being shoves face first into toilet water, the bowl flushing around his head as the bully shouts. “You’re fucking disgusting, Dog Shit! Here, take a fucking shower." 

He can’t breath, can’t think. Water whirls around him and torments him for all of those last ditch efforts to avoid contact. 

A gasp, and he’s awake. There’s no water feeling his lungs – nothing keeping him on the verge of breath. With a grateful sigh the boy shifts his pillow, lays back down, and spends the remanding time in bed awake and motionless. It’s better than no sleep at all. ---------------- This has been accepted.

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Craig Tucker is available!

Also available is Butters Stotch, Karen McCormick, Heidi Turner, Kevin Stoley, Leslie Myers, Jimmy Valmer, Pip and Damien,  and tons more! Apply today!

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1) Nickname: Rose 2) Character Name: Annie Knitts 3) Roleplay example:

Annie couldn’t see anything at first.

It was pitch black, she couldn’t even move. It was suffocating, like she was in a very tight hole and it was closing in. Breathing had become difficult, pressure crushing her ribs.

Then suddenly… light. Blinding light, and her parents were sitting on either side of her; her mother, sobbing, her father murmuring the Lord’s Prayer over and over. She still couldn’t move, she wanted to gather her mother in her arms and comfort her. It was like someone had superglued her entire body to the chair.

After a few more beats, her mother spoke, “I can’t believe you’d do that, Annie… you failed. You failed! What happened? How could you disappoint us like this?”

Annie felt her stomach sink. What did she do? She only had a little rebellion, nothing they ever knew about, she kept her grades great (granted they weren’t straight a’s but straight b’s are good too), she even kept on with extracurricular activities that she hated but they loved.

“So disappointing. I can’t believe that my little girl would do something so awful.”

Her brow furrowed and she tried to move, thankfully able to move her arms. After another minute of suffocating silence only punctuated with sobs, she finally had mobility. Leaning forward, she tried to take her mother’s hands, only to have the older woman pull away.

Her mother never pulled away. Or gave her that look of terror.

Something snapped in Annie, and her eyes started to water. It was only when the tear reached her chin that she woke up.

Jolting up, Annie wheezed, wiping her eyes. She still felt the crushing pressure, unable to catch her breath for a moment. It wasn’t real. Her parents weren’t disappointed in her. It wasn’t real.

Hopefully.

-Mike is a dork ----------------- Accepted.

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1) Nickname: Jay 2) Character Name: Annie Bartlett 3) Roleplay example:

The room is pitch black, so dark you wouldn’t even be able to see your own hand in front of your face, and Annie is in the middle of it. The girl’s back was on the cold damp floor of the room, hands moving in front of her face though she can’t see it, this dark was peaceful and she just laid there as she was happily enveloped by the pitch black. After a few moments of comfortable silence there was a light in the corner of her eye and the smell of smoke, and within the blink of an eye the walls of the room were up in flame.

She felt the panic settle in her chest as she starts to choke on the smoke that filled the room, and her eyes scanned the walls to find a way out but there was nothing. She fell back onto the ground and hugged her knees, wanting to cry but no tears would come. She gave up, she was gonna die here in this tiny room, burnt up and nobody would know.

Shooting up in her bed her eyes dart around the room, scanning the walls for any sign of fire. Her breathing was laboured and her chest felt tight, she brought her hand up to clutch at her chest. Annie got up and headed to the bathroom, she was sweating profusely and shaking, almost tripping on her way down the hall. The cool water on her face helped calm her panicked breathing and she stared at herself in the mirror. The girl who wasn’t afraid of much, had fear in her eyes, this was the only thing she had ever been afraid of and this was the first time she had a nightmare about it in years.

After taking those few moments to calm herself she returned to her room. He covered and sheets were drenched in sweat so she took her time changing them quietly. After the bed was made and she was resituated in it she stared up at the ceiling as the nightmare’s vividness in her mind started to fade and she slowly drifted back to sleep. --------------------- Accepted.

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1. Halen, u know me u love me

2. Peter James Lucaro 

3. It was one of those nights where everything felt numb. Pete had gone to sleep at 3 in the morning after finally taking enough medicine, and in hindsight he’d probably say that was the cause of what happened. He jolted awake in bed, glancing around in a panic, a chunk of ice resting in his chest. Something was wrong. 

Hands trembling, the goth found himself pushing himself to his feet, taking a few shaky steps forward. The walls of his room fall away with each step, until he was in a black void with just his bed, his heart hammering painfully against his chest. Oh no. Wake up.

‘You’re a fucking mess, Pete.’ Michael? Michael’s voice, definitely, echoing from everywhere and nowhere. 'Can’t even keep yourself together–’ Static cut the other goth off. 'You’re weak, not even strong enough to be one of us, we don’t need you, we–’ Henrietta.. She’d never say that. Right? 

'Leave us alone.’ The final member of his group spoke up, words hitting him like a bullet and shattering any sense of calm he had left. Wake up, wake up, why wasn’t he waking up?! Pete, now on the floor (or what should have been the floor) was slamming his fists against the solid plane beneath him, possibly trying to break through to the real world again. Come on. Come on–

A crack, and then another, and before he knew it he was falling through darkness, and then jolting awake in his bed once more. Holy shit. 

He.. needed to stop taking Nyquil. ------------------ Accepted.

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Damien Thorn is Available!

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Name: Nico

Muse: Kyle

Example: Kyle kneeled at the edge of a cliff. Tears ran down his face as he looked at Ike, who was hanging off the side, petrified with fear. “Kyle!” Ike screamed, lifting one hand off of the edge it was anchored on and reaching out for his brothers hand.

Kyle reached out to grab his hand, something he felt he should’ve done beforehand but was too afraid of fucking up the situation even more to do. He grabbed onto his hand just as Ike let go of the edge with his other hand.

The only thing keeping Ike from falling into that seemingly bottomless pit was Kyle holding his hand.

He pulled and pulled, using his free hand for leverage on the ground.

Nothing worked.

Ike stayed in the same spot; it was as if his arms had lost any strength they could’ve had. Ike looked at him, his eyes filled with fear and desperation.

“Kyle… it’s no use… there’s nothing you can do.” His voice cracked as he spoke to his brother. “It’s okay, Kyle, let me go..” tears streamed down his face.

Kyle broke out into a full on sob, refusing to let go of his brothers hand,

“I won’t let go, I won’t let you die.. I can help you, I know I can!” Kyle replied through the sobs. His arms felt like spaghetti, and he felt like he would lose his grip on Ike at any moment.

He tried again to pull Ike up, feeling like he was able to do even less than last time. He refused to give up.

But will was not enough.

His arm was too weak from supporting Ike. He felt himself let go.

He screamed so loudly it would deafen anyone nearby and he looked over the edge at his brother, falling into darkness with a look of pure fear on his face, screaming in terror.

“NO! IKE!”

There was nothing he could do anymore but scream and cry as he watched his brother fall to his death.

It was his fault, wasn’t it? It was all his fault.. it had to be, he thought.

“I’m sorry Ike..” he mumbled through tears, his voice hoarse and broken.

The screaming stopped and he heard a thud.

Kyle shot up in his bed. His heart was pounding and his chest was tight. He was drenched in sweat and there were goosebumps on his pale skin. He looked around his room for a moment. The pale light of dawn was visible through the cracks in his blinds. His clock read 6:23 AM.

“Thank God…” he mumbled, breathing a sigh of relief knowing his brother was fast asleep in the room next to him. He laid back down and closed his eyes again. It was just a nightmare, and he needed to get more sleep. ~ Mike is a dork! ------- Good job, accepted.

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Tweek Tweak App

1. Jasper/Jasp (Call me whichever!)

2. Tweek Tweak

3. Roleplay example-

(i wrote this at 4 am so its kinda shitty haha sorry–)

Tweek sprinted down the dark hallways of the large, white building. How did he get here? The last thing Tweek remembered was finally being able to shut his eyes, after hours of tossing and turning in bed, and the next thing he knew, he was being chased by a horde of people in doctors uniforms. He didn’t know who they were, what they wanted with him, what their goals were, anything. Tweek could still hear them shouting at him.

“You’re crazy!” They said, “You’re sick! You need help!”

Tears welled up in Tweek‘s eyes. No. They’re wrong. This couldn’t be happening.

Tweek’s speed began decreasing, “Shit!” He yelled.

They would soon catch up to him. Where was the exit? It seemed these hallways never ended.

Shortly after though, he realized he was wrong, as he met a dead end.

“No…NO!!” Tweek’s eyes darted around, he couldn’t find a single means of escape. He heard the footsteps of the doctors become louder, and he was soon cornered.

For a moment, they did nothing but stare at him, they didn’t move, or blink. It disturbed Tweek, until the head doctor began walking up to him, Tweek backed up against the wall. The doctor held something up.

A straight jacket.

“This is for your own good, Tweek.” The man muttered. Tweek shook his head, panicking.

“No! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” He screamed.

Tweek kicked and thrashed as the doctors huddled around him. Breathing became harder, as well as moving. Tweek soon found that he wasn’t able to move, they had successfully restrained him.

He continued kicking and screaming as the doctors dragged him down the hallway, and threw him in a dark room.

“PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!!” Tweek begged.

His cries were ignored, and the door was shut, leaving him in pitch black darkness. Tweek let out one final scream, before his eyes popped open.

Tweek shot up in bed, and began observing his surroundings. He was still in his room. He clutched his chest, trying to catch his breath. It’s okay. It was just a dream he was fine.

After calming himself a bit, Tweek finally laid down. What was the point of trying to sleep again after a nightmare like that though? He was already used to sleepless nights anyway.

Mike is a dork! --------- Lovely. Accepted.

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Check out the characters list because an update has just been made! 

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Is your masterlist up to date?

Yes, always. Thanks for the ask.- V

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-whispers- hey in rule 10 you guys spelled excessively as acsessively.

-Side eye emoji- I swear, that one wasn’t me. It’s fixed now.- V

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1. Kenneth

2. Craig Tucker

3. When Craig opened his eyes and sat up in bed, he didn’t feel much off, at first. He felt a little more floaty than usual, but that was it, really. Peering out his window, nothing seemed off. If anything it seemed strangely desolate for once. Not that he had any issues with that, of course. Peace and quiet was always appreciated.

Things only really started to go downhill when he moved to Stripe’s cage to feed him. He dropped the bag of food clutched in his hand, caring much less about the way that it spilled across the floor than what he saw in the cage. His mouth felt dry.

With a trembling hand, he quickly opened it and looked closer. All of his past Stripes. Stripe #1, #2, #3… All gathered in there, all looking limp and dead. When he reached in to touch one, test if it was really alive, all of their eyes opened and teeth latched onto his hand, tearing at it viciously. He couldn’t get it away.

Craig screamed apologies profusely and shook his hand like mad until his alarm clock jolted him awake. The first thing he did was rush to Stripe’s cage. He was fine. It was only a dream. 

Sighing with a relief, he let it go. ----- Accepted.

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I'm only asking because it's not posted on the blog, from what I've seen, who are the admins?

The lovely Kaadian Smear and Victoria/Annetta (signs as V). Thanks for the ask!- V 

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1) Nickname: Jay 2) Character Name: Mercedes 3) Roleplay example: Your muse believes that absolutely everyone has forgotten that today is their birthday. How do they react?

After 12 hours of waiting Mercedes had gotten a little grumpy, it was her birthday and not even Lexus had told her happy birthday. She had her phone turned all the way up while she was at the studio, practicing the dance he had learned the other day, working her butt off. She had expected at least one phone call, a text maybe? Nothing.

By the time she was done it was dark, almost midnight, and she decided walking home would be the best thing to do. She finally approached her house and her phone connected to the wifi then immediately her phone blew up. She had Facebook message after Facebook message, wall posts, Instagram messages. Turns out when she had gotten her days mixed up and it was her birthday starting Midnight. --------- Accepted.