#;rp

[fioletowyfacet]

[open starter]

"Don't look at me like that. Of course I work here." Porfirio grinned and leaned forward, twirling a screwdriver in one hand.

"A big mall gallery like this needs a lot of work, so it's easy to miss just one person who works in private... but I am offended! I'm special, you shouldn't ignore me!"

[mayflwr]

@arroganceandfear​​ liked for a starter || christine 

The evening quickly turned from a bachelorette party to the equivalent of a drunken truth or dare, spurred on by one of the trauma nurses and cheered on by shots upon shots. Christine couldn’t help but laugh, cheeks flushed as another round of drinks was passed around the crowded table, the liquor being drowned with shocking ease. It was funny to witness, all these brilliant women, behaving like schoolgirls, especially as Claire Temple leaned over to her and gave her a nudge. Christine finished back the colorful shot, nodding as suddenly all eyes were back on her as it was finally her turn. 

The bachelorette herself. 

“Truth or dare!” The table fell into giggles as she furrowed her brows and scrunched her nose, contemplating before giving a wide smile. There was very little that would phase Christine, at least now, the world had only gotten…stranger. And so far things had ranged from foolish to raunchy, which quite honestly, could be all in a shift’s work. So, she placed the glass down and hummed as if she was about to reveal some big secret. “Dare!” She announced proudly, arms lifting high as she laughed again, curious about what Claire would have her do, assuming the worst and the best. 

“I dare you to call Doctor Strange!” Christine almost choked as she gasped, eyes widening at the last dare she thought she would ever receive, staring at Claire with a mix of shock and hesitation. “W-what?” She asked as if the dare would magically change (which if it regarded Stephen, it was a possibility). “You heard me!” Chants of ‘Call him!’ began to cycle around the table and Christine could feel her cheeks burn hotter, fishing for her phone out from her clutch, scrolling through her contacts, hovering over his name. A brief moment of sobriety struck her, brought to the surface of having to explain to Charlie as to why she called her ex, drunk, on the night of her party. But that worry was dashed away the second she hit call, praying that he wouldn’t answer and that she wouldn’t have to hear his smooth voice or his laughter or… 

She missed him. 

The click of the call being picked up made her focus and she began to stammer, shooting another glare at Claire who grinned wide like the Cheshire cat. “S-Stephen! The girls wanted me to call and say hi!” Oh, god, she was doing this. “Honestly, it was all Claire’s idea! I think she might actually respect you now!”

[espioatyourservice]

@sakuraandscales x   The more he listened to her speak, the more he began to gather information. There was definitely something different about her. Not that it was a bad thing. He joins her on the sofa, sitting next to her. He thought the place they had looked rather lovely. It didn’t take much to see just where Charmette’s usual perching spot would have been seen from.  “My, my, a little hacker on our hands. She’s really growing up. Knothole tends to do pretty well with robots or at least from what I’ve seen back in my world. When you say you and your people, what do you mean by that? Did you have any more reinforcements join in on the fight or was it something else?”    In charge. She seemed more in charge, is what he was getting at. Though, it could have been because it’s been a few years. 

[monsoon-of-art]

[sothisisablog]

[ot3]

i dont like the idea that kids these days are doing their fandom rps with ai chatbots. that's how you're supposed to make lifelong friends as a weird really online teen.

[psycheterminal]

Treat anything on Discord as media that will be lost

Do not use Discord to host your files. Do not rely on Discord to preserve your text. DO NOT RELY ON DISCORD FOR ANY KIND OF PRESERVATION OR HOSTING!!

It CAN be lost, it WILL be lost! You must consider Discord as a part of the Core Internet, controlled by one company that hosts the servers.

I thought it was impressive at first that it replaced IRC, but now I am horrified. If the company behind Discord went under today, how many friends would you lose?

How many relationships? How much writing?

You may think this won't happen, but I remember when AIM went down and along with it, entire novels worth of interaction with my oldest friend.

IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU. IT WILL HAPPEN AGAIN. NO COMPANY IS INFALLIBLE.

Back up your files! Download anything you've saved to Discord NOW, before the API changes go into effect! And DO NOT RELY ON THEM FOR HOLDING IMPORTANT FILES!

[kitaurita]

the way you win at DnD is making your friends laugh

[nabesthetics]

[pokemonranch]

Hey did you know that running into a bunch of Wooloos at night look EXTREMELY MENACING

[moxyphinx]

"I just thought, 'I really want to go and lounge around on some sofas and do absolutely nothing and drop some funny lines.'" ROSAMUND PIKE on playing ELSPETH CATTON in SALTBURN (2023)

[fioletowyfacet]

((Meeting of the princes it seems is a must. @ alien-witch-fangs-rp))

He didn't really like the idea, but sometimes one had to do what they didn't like. Including meeting someone he'd barely heard word of, if meant a chance to not have to be with someone he disliked tremendously to the point of contemplating murder as a constant.

If this meant not being locked away, he'd take it. Even if he also hated this 'other choice'.

Letting his riding deer wander slightly, as long as he could still tell where he was heading. He wasn't pressed. It wasn't like he was invited, more just told to go by the faceless. Tricksters that could sometimes be trusted, if it wasn't a gamble.

This felt like more than a gamble with his approach. Mumbling a few choice swears to himself. This better work out, or he's starting his usual hostile approach to everyone.

It would've been easy to assume there was nothing there at all, but after almost a discouraging amount of time, there was a desolate clearing of weeds which surrounded a hill with a tall structure atop it. Somehow, it hadn't been visible beyond the trees. Unkempt flora climbed the sides, and there were sections where the outer wall had begun to crumble away.

Something may have moved at the top of one of the towers… but it could've just been the curtains billowing in the wind. Apparently, nobody had bothered to steal them, even though they were clearly dyed with expensive pigments... Maybe it wasn't as abandoned as it looked.

The gates were open and revealed just the faintest bit of light.

[mayflwr]

@witchoflegends liked for a starter || Christine

"Sometimes I..."

Christine couldn't help but stare at her daughter, hands on hips and a frown on her features. She gave another exasperated sigh, lifting one hand to pinch at her nose, brows furrowing together as her shoulders sagged. Christine rarely felt the need to go full mom mode, but there were still those few moments where it came out full force.

"I don't know who you got your stubbornness more from. Me or your father." She was going to wring Stephen's neck. "The only reason I agreed to let him teach you about any of this–" Magic cult nonsense. "Mystic arts was because both of you promised to be careful." Christine can't forget the way she had to stitch Stephen back up, blood on her hands and terrified that she saw him again only to lose him. She never, ever wanted anything like that to happen to Stella.

And yet, here she was, wrapping her daughter's hand with gauze and fighting down the memory of the aftermath of Stephen's accident. "Care to explain to me what exactly happened here, Stella?" Because right now she's hell pressed to knock some sense into both of them. "And just remember you are never too old for me to ground you."

[espioatyourservice]

@sakuraandscales x

  Espio nearly back backwards, not expecting to see the bee. It almost seemed like it was out of nowhere. Nonetheless, he was happy to have been greeted either way. He hugs Charmette back, keeping in mind of her glasses if it could be helped.   “Good to see you too, Charmette. I missed you a lot. You’ve grown up.” He smiles warmly. He pauses for a moment before looking again over to the female chameleon. His eyes search through hers. Hearing her voice was like music to his ears. Oh, how he missed her voice.    “Espia! It has been a long long time, thank you. I missed the both of you, dearly.”  

[council-of-beetroot]

Guys, you don't need character.ai what you need is an rp partner on discord

[v6que]

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