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Since I've recently finshed "You" season 4, I've been really craving an rp in a similar format. Doesn't have to be exactly like the show, but I do want to have a dark stalker rp. I'm fine with being either the stand in for Joe or the stand in for Beck, but I don't wanna play the original...

Since I've recently finshed "You" season 2, I've been really craving an rp in a similar format. Doesn't have to be exactly like the show, but I do want to have a dark stalker rp. I'm fine with being either the stand in for Joe or the stand in for Beck, but I don't wanna play the original...

Since I've recently finshed "You" season 2, I've been really craving an rp in a similar format. Doesn't have to be exactly like the show, but I do want to have a dark stalker rp. I'm fine with being either the stand in for Joe or the stand in for Beck, but I don't wanna play the original...

Well dang. First thread ever on this website.

I wanna do a cosmic horror rp. The premise is that late in the 18th century, a meteor fell into a large forest. Inside this meteor was a strange, cosmic being, unfathomable to anything. It infested the entirety of the forest, goring and slaughtering any animals or life in the perimeters. Now in...

I was already mildly timid when I was about to look at it, but then I saw the three words and I realised how much of a masterpiece this is. Bah humbug.

The year was 1749. The clouds were enriched in a permanent greyness, the skies, hoary and empty. When night approached, the ceiling of the earth was starblown and cloaked in an immense darkness as if the entire universe had been drained of its very life source.. On one night, crested deep...

The year was 1812. The clouds were enriched in a permanent greyness, the skies, hoary and empty. When night approached, the ceiling of the earth was starblown and cloaked in an immense darkness as if the entire universe had been drained of its very life source.. On one night, crested deep...

“Pan-shot!“ cried the banker. —————————————— The cowboy sat on his horse, feeling the dry wind whip across his face. Clothed across his body was an ankle-length duster, with long boots and a hat over his head that shielded the overpowering western sun. He was at the western edge of the Great...

Whether or not he heard the Arab man's plea, the coachman would not slow. —————————————— The trapper had his head bowed as he was drept in a deep slumber. His long white beard clustered itself down to his stomach. He was seated next to two other people. An elderly white lady, dressed in fancy...

Okay, I think I see what I've done wrong here because I think I assumed everyone rps like I do, with like deep intricate plots, complex characters and story lines, etc. I apologise! Sorry, lmao. Obviously it's perfectly fine to have a normal popcorn rp that's just for funsies. I still hate...

Yeah admittedly I shouldn't have said that, but my original point imo still kinda stands.

Well I was going to talk about how weird and condescending it was that you referred to plus sized people "adorable!!!" but I guess the other people already did that for me Here's a cool image cuz I don't have anything relavant to say.

There's been a recent influx on trying to half-way defend "edginess" in writing, mostly because these are teens who are writing, but its honestly still weird and cringe-worthy. No, your character isn't 'cool' if he/she punches and kills anyone who badmouthes him. No, I don't like how your...

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Gonna bump this cuz there were loads of people interested

See the 8 legged thing. It wriggles in its glass containment, bearing of no eyes. Spawned deep underwater, in a never ending black abyss, lacking any light. Birthed in this circular glass mound, crested deep into the sea. It's mushy, soft body was round and plump, soft and weak. It wriggled some...

Disappearing without explaining why. It frustrates the absolute hell out of me. I'm not gonna throw a psychotic breakdown just because you don't want to pursue an rp. Just TELL me, it saves me eagerly waiting for the next reply, then after nearly 3 weeks, realising that there isn't gonna be a reply.

Hello, this isn't the right thread for this.

October 2nd, 1892 "Videte ne quis sciat." Angela stared at the letter for a long period of time. She sat herself down in her armchair, right near the blazing fireplace. Her eyes constantly going over that same phrase over and over again, gripping the page tightly and taking deep breaths. She...