Posts by desibee

"She's good," reassured Heather. "Don't worry."

Rules - roleplay as anybody you want to - whether they're an official Vocaloid or a fanmade one of yours. Besides that, there really are no rules, besides being friendly and not being OOC all of the time. You don't need to wait to be approved either - just go ahead and get started, yeah.
[hr]

I JUST LOGGED ON HERE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THREE YEARS WHAT'S GOING ON Y'ALL

I'VE NEVER SEEN TWD.... BUT I HAVE SEEN SNK
DOES THAT REDEEM ME

i don't ship jeanmarco............ oh no...

man this site's changed a lot since 2011

hello upside down ocean

is there anything i need to know about wcrpg v2014

hi lonny! how are you?

i'm good - this is my week off of school! c: so i've been doing like nothing this week lol.

ooc:
you open your front door. a large box sits there, waiting to be opened. you take the box inside and open it, and as soon as you do, a teenager with cat ears atop his head and long, black hair stands up. he is wounded and shaking. "who are you?" he cries out, taking a step back away from you and tipping the box over, falling to the floor.
"who are you?" you retort.
"my name is aoi..." he trails off.

ic:
"my name is aoi..." i mumble. i look to my hand and notice it's bleeding. i raise my hand to my mouth and lick at the blood a bit, wrinkling my nose and flattening at my ears at the taste. stepping out of the box, i take another step away, afraid of this new person. how did i get here?
i try to think about it and my head hurts, a sharp, piercing pain striking me. it physically hurts me to think of the past, so i decide not to and instead look to the person standing in front of me.

i'm thinking bxb.
PM me and we can talk it out!!

alfred has been working at this restaurant since he was a teenager; a small diner that's hardly changed since he was in high school. "al!" calls the chef. "two more orders!"
"coming!" calls alfred, hurrying over and picking up the two plates before bringing them to the two tables. "here you go, sir," he says warmly, setting the plate in front of the customer. those green eyes and that mess of blonde hair are so familiar... "artie?" he cries, eyes wide.

can i have one? :3

i want to plot with you! i haven't roleplayed in three years, though, so i'm possibly [probably] a little rusty.

[fancypost bgcolor=#ed4e62; border: 3px solid white; width: 350px; height: 270px;]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px; color: white; text-align: justify;][size=10][font=arial]name: zacharias edgeworth [zack]
age: 18
appearance: 6'0" and lanky. black hair tied back in a ponytail, caramel skin, onyx eyes, and tribal tattoos on his upper left arm.
personality: blunt and straightforward most of the time. when embarrassed he becomes a stuttering fool. cares deeply for animals. intelligent.

ooc: how does this sound?? c:[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=#ed4e62; border: 3px solid white; width: 350px; height: 270px;]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px; color: white; text-align: justify;][size=10][font=arial]zack was never much of an art person. creating things wasn't his thing so much as actually building them was. however, his little sister, only twelve years old, was already more of an artist than him. and so zack found himself in an art supply store, looking for a kit of supplies for his sister's thirteenth birthday present.
"acrylic... or oil paint?" zack murmured to himself, picking up a box of each type of paint and eyeing them both. "what's the difference? aren't they both paint?"

ooc: it's been a very long time since i've roleplayed, i'm sorry if i'm a little rusty![/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=#ed4e62; border: 3px solid white; width: 350px; height: 270px;]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px; color: white; text-align: justify;][size=10][font=arial]i see you like new teacher x new teacher rps, so maybe something like that?[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=#ed4e62; border: 3px solid white; width: 350px; height: 270px;]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px; color: white; text-align: justify;][size=10][font=arial]"huh."[i] so if acrylics are for beginners, thought zack, my sister would fare better with oil paints. "thanks!" said zack brightly. "i'm no artist - obviously," he added with a chuckle. all this stuff is the same to me. i'd probably offend her if i brought her beginner paints.[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=#ed4e62; border: 3px solid white; width: 350px; height: 270px;]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px; color: white; text-align: justify;][size=10][font=arial]i'd like to rp a math teacher, then!!
hmmm. a teacher, either yours or mine, begins teaching at a private school and is having trouble adjusting, so another teacher takes them in and decides to help them out, maybe? ;o; i'm awful at coming up with ideas lol[/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=#ed4e62; border: 3px solid white; width: 350px; height: 270px;]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 300px; color: white; text-align: justify;][size=10][font=arial]"yeah, can you recommend a brand of paintbrushes?" zack asked the stranger hopefully, trying to determine their gender. their petite build and long hair were feminine, but something about the face struck him as masculine... but it would be rude to ask, wouldn't it? so zack decided not to ask and risk offending this kind stranger. [/fancypost]