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Current Take time out of your life to find something to laugh about and smile at least once a day.
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Netflix is to blame for the sudden resurgence of my animu phase. >:c It was supposed to be background noise, but then I went and got invested... twice in a row.
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What techniques do you use to open these "pickle jars"? Or is it just raw pickle jar opening strength? (not to be confused with regular strength)
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I feel honored to be Miss Capn's Valentine! (/ε\*)
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What a sick, masochistic lion.
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Ohai!

Glad to see interest here ;D

Depending on word from my Co-GM, I'll likely have an estimate as to when the OOC will be up tomorrow. As for now, anyone have any questions they wanted answered? :o




How does our world work? Well, that's quite simple; to show you that, I'm going to need a world map.

Imagine your Earth. England, France, India, Argentina. Imagine it without borders––just the landmasses, the Horn of Africa, Vesuvius, the Barringer Crater, the Grand Canyon, the meadows of not-France, the deserts of not-Africa, the islands of not-Japan. Now, replace it with new borders and old, some of them where you might imagine them to be and others wider, more historical, more fantastical. Draw them in. Colour them in.

Now take a pair of scissors and cut them all up.

No, no, that's too neat: rip up the edges, because the Cataclysm wasn't gentle. Blast them all apart, and scatter them all over the room. That's the state of our world right now. Each of our kingdoms which once traded with each other over sea and land routes can no longer do that, because at the edge of our borders, there is just a gaping chasm – a void. Dark magic fills this, and laps up at the edges and leaks through.

Kingdom by kingdom, what you would call 'the fairytale world' (but what we would call 'home') fell apart with us still surviving in the cracked pieces. Famine. War. Death. We continued until we could no longer assure our continued existence, and channelled the very powers that broke up our world in the first place to come to send our best somewhere new, somewhere safe.

That's how we ended up here. Earth. It has been five long years of eking out a living in the sleepy city of Seattle, adapting to a world with technologies that do what our magic could not. Sticking together, sticking close. Our lives are the stories parents tell their children to make them fall asleep. Perhaps, in the last five years, some of us fables have had children of our own.

But all of that is threatened. Seismic events. Long, human shadows that steal away the innocent that only we can fight. Magic is coming to Earth, as those with the ability to tap into it have noticed, and with it, it brings a second Cataclysm.

We cannot let it happen again.




Hello and welcome to the interest check for Written: A Fairytale RP. Following on from the likes of The Wolf Among Us and, more importantly where the game came from, Fables, we want to focus on a dark, corrupted fairytale world that might once have been as innocent as the stories... but it certainly isn't now. It is important to note that it is not just the main fairytales that are being allowed: we accept legends and folktales with characters, classic literature aimed at children (Peter Pan, Narnia, Alice in Wonderland and so forth).

While this RP starts on Earth, it will likely progress at some points – many points – into the shattered remains of the fairytale world(s). For this, we already have some teasers written up to showcase the various tribulations our characters will face in these lands that they might once have originated from:


We have lore, plot and action all ready for you straight from the get-go, and with a bit of elbow grease, we think we can make a story about it.




I know that's a lot of info, but there's really no strict requirements! So, you know, usual two paragraph minimum and a casual standard.

The RP itself has been in the works for awhile as a rework of an old RP that never lifted off due to a busy schedule called Mystvale. ^^
I've never really had a hard time finding any Same-Sex pairings in RPs. They don't specifically advertise 'LGBT Friendly' but I think it's just an assumption. Honestly, if you put in a blurb about their sexuality, it'll attract other people of like minds.

It's like they come out of the wood work once they sniff the gay. We generally attract each other. But, I suppose it depends where you're looking. I really haven't joined an RP in which at least two characters aren't LGBTQIA+ and that's when I don't seek it out, explicitly. And this isn't talking about the group I generally roleplay with (of which there are 4-6 of us) because I know what sexuality their characters are. I'm generally talking about people I've only RP'd once before or not at all in the past.

Seriously, though, if you're worried no one's playing a character that might swing both ways, interested in anything, or what not, it's good to just ask or announce your own character's sexuality. It should never be the pivotal point of a character, but that doesn't mean it's not still important to who they are. ;p

Again, presume all RPs on here are welcoming to LGBT characters because it's likely 99% true. I've never had a character denied because I've explicitly stated that he's a gay character. I've never seen an RP that has totally barred any LGBT from the game. Generally, that'd likely cause a lot of backlash by a hefty amount of actual LGBT players on this site. If you go over to the Off-Topic area you'll see an LGBTQIA+ Hang Out and that's only a small portion of people on this site that are actually, legit LGTBQIA+ (there are an entire shit ton of us)
[@Everyone here including me]

On the topic at hand, as a gay man, I kind of detest the yaoi fandom, just out of personal experience. And it's very easy to tell anyone who, at least in this particular fandom, who's a lady writing about a bishounen man having sex with another, more dominant, er, bishie, so to speak. Now, there are those out there who are absolutely fantastic writers who happen to like that kind of stuff and definitely props to them. They at least understand and acknowledge what they're writing about isn't an accurate depiction of gay sex. I personally dislike realism when it comes to writing erotica, but I think there's a requirement to a certain degree. Things like anatomy, proper lubrication, etc. is a must for me, at least.

Now, in terms of yaoi and boylove type of writing, I avoid it. My experiences with ladies who take the genre, the fandom, the roles a step too far have turned me off to anything LGBT related when it comes to anime or manga. It's turned me off to the feminization of men entirely. I don't dislike anyone who does it, or anyone who loves it, I just have no intention of writing anything remotely close. I do a lot to make sure I don't blur the line between the fetish and the person with that fetish. People like what they like and some of those things are... unsavory and extremely taboo in our society. I just feel, as long as they keep it in their mind, keep it to fiction, and acknowledge the fact that it's kind of... extreme, then I have no issues with them or the fetish in question. I mean, I talked and RP'd with a guy who had a big gore and torture fetish. He never forced those on my when writing 'cause he understood exactly how niche his kinks were, but it didn't change my opinion of him or the way he wrote.

I think the same goes for anyone who ships real life people. My sexuality verges on asexual, purely for the fact that any thought of me engaging in any sexual intercourse turns me off quicker than seeing a naked grandma. It's why my go to for anything that'll give me 'sexual satisfaction' is fictional and mostly written. I get my fix through movie and TV ships. But, I see RPF as pretty much exactly like what magazines do on a daily basis. People eat that shit up. Who's dating who. Who's getting married to who. What celebrity is having who's kid and what their name is. I'm pretty sure a majority of people have fanatasized, more than once, about their favorite movie star doing some *cough* unsavory things to them in a consensual environment (or non-consensual, hey no shame, as long as it... stays in your head or in a safe BDSM scene). It's just turning that 'you' into another actor, another real person. As long as that doesn't detriment anyone involved, I see absolutely no harm in it. I think a lot of stigma of it comes from the Supernatural fandom and how rabid a minority group of RPF shippers (it's like a minority group within a minority group within a fandom) have become in the recent years. If you start deluded yourself into thinking said actors or youtubers are actually involved and in a relationship, I think that's where it kind of needs to stop. There's tinhatting and then there's presuming your statements are fact and then stalking actual, real life people.

But, this topic is derailing with this RPF discussion. I definitely don't think there needs to be any bashing involved when it comes to people and their kinks. Not everyone is quite 'vanilla' in the aspect that they just like it when two people have sex. It goes to greater lengths than that and sometimes it goes to lengths beyond society's own standards. The only time I'll ever say something to a yaoi 'fangirl' is if they're also actively homophobic despite their whole 'boy love' 'seme/uke' deal.

In other words, I avidly avoid anything labeled 'yaoi' because it's just not for me. I've had bad experiences with it. I'm cool with other people enjoying it, as long as it doesn't harm anyone. And as long as their 'rape is an expression of my love' deal doesn't extend farther than their fictitious worlds. There's absolutely nothing wrong with liking non-consensual fiction, and rape-fantasy, as long as it stays fantasy. There are plenty of safe, sane, consensual ways to act these things in real life, as well. I mean, it's a part of BDSM culture for some people, ya know?

(As well, you might want to relabel your title. Add an 18+ because a lot of this topic deals with things that anyone under that age probably isn't legally allowed to read about. ;p I mean, I did a lot of shit just turning 13 that was 18+ crap, but it was all labeled, so I knew what I was getting myself into.)
WOW

LOOK AT THAT.

I POSTED! *Celebrates* Ahaha, sorry it took so long. D;
Interactions: Shouting at Doris @Sputnik and Fletcher @flightless-angel-castiel
Location: Apartment Balcony -> Hallway











" Still enough time to figure out / How to chase my blues away / I've done alright up to now / It's the light of day that shows me how / And when the night falls, loneliness calls "





Weekends weren't his. As a kid, the coming Friday whittled down any resolve Clarence had. Lockers occupied various invitations, letters and notes professing childish love, and the hallways bustled after the last bell with kids that had plans. Parties. Hangouts. Promised phone calls. Friends. Clarence had his book and a cat lazy and lacking a right eye to keep him company. Clarence dreaded the weekends; that remained unchanged. This time, however, he did have friends, or at least people who tolerated his presence for more than a few minutes. On the weekends, he still had them and they'd not hesitate to keep him company. That didn't fix the issue of a presence he craved most of all: his daughters.

Just a little over a year ago, both he and his ex had agreed to the terms. She couldn't handle a kid full time, even if she loved Arianna all the same - Clarence argued that she didn't love her enough. Of course, that didn't mean she didn't want to see her daughter, as long as it meant keeping Clarence out of sight. So, three days out of the seven, she had their daughter and the rest were all Clarence's. Unfortunately for him, his job demanded he work his five days throughout the weekdays. Monday through Friday, with almost a guarantee of overtime at least one of those days, if he was lucky.

Most of his weekend mornings consisted of sleeping, just for this fact. He had the day off, which meant he had absolutely nothing preoccupying his time. No distractions meant jittering anxiety and that almost certainly meant going down to the nearest gas station to order a pack of Marlboros or two and then wasting the day smoking them on his balcony. Not today, though. Clarence absolutely refused to succumb to his habit.

That meant waking up early, forcing himself to exercise and eat a sizable meal that wasn't take out. With that done and over with, Clarence let himself graze against his small balcony's railings to take in the bruising sky and the lazy morning commute. This summer had gone by so quickly and it had been a wonder they let a newcomer like him take even a day of vacation time off. Apparently, the chief had a weakness for little girls that could use cuteness as a weapon. Not many people expected his little girl to know the arts of manipulation so early. A resident cook out spelled the man's demise and he allowed Clarence a week off from work to spend time with his daughter. It wasn't hard to recall the lax week, or at least relaxing few days; their entrance into a needed vacation started them off with the bustle of amusement parks. That turned into a nice stay at a hotel with a large swimming pool and a large park where they'd spent most of their days. It ended on one last go around the amusement park and a quiet evening spent watching movies.

Even with a stable job that paid well enough to live comfortably, Clarence didn't exactly have the pocket change to go somewhere larger, grander, more expensive. That meant both Disneyland and Disney World had been out of the picture and a ton of other things. But Aria hadn't minded, after all, to a six year old, a carousel was a carousel was a carousel. As long as she could ride the unicorn, she was happy. And that's really all that mattered. God, was he glad she didn't take much to please. But, hell, if she asked for it, he'd find a way. Having a daughter as a crippling weakness meant a frequently empty wallet. A blessing in disguise that she didn't demand much.

Reentering his home, Clarence made his way toward his closet and shower. Taking a quick one, Clarence spent the rest the majority of his time grooming. It only ended quicker than he'd like at the simultaneous racket from down the hall. He cursed, bringing the razor down too hard against his jaw. A mild litany of curses followed while Clarence finished up. Paranoia urged him to dab the tiny wound in antiseptic before covering it up with a small Batman band aid strip (Arianna insisted and he indulged because, while she did watch the typical kid shows, she had a fascination with the superhero and often attributed everything Batman related to her father).

Within moments Clarence's steely gaze popped out of his front door, already preparing for the September chill with a fuzzy, maroon sweater and a tight pair of black pants. "What's dying?" he mumbled and slid out barefoot and mildly confused. The first door he came to, and the closest, happened to be Doris' where most of the noise blasted from. "Hey Dory," he knocked and shuffled in place, "mind turning that down a bit? I've got some hot coffee brewing and I'll, uh, look the other way if happened to want to steal a shot of my bourbon to add a bit of 'flavor'." Honestly, alcohol didn't look too bad, but alas he mainly kept some in his house for company - he couldn't exactly drink any himself. People liked to call him a lightweight and he wouldn't deny it, 'cause it wasn't exactly untrue. He couldn't help that his liver refused to process the stuff.

After a moment of waiting, he spotted Fletcher's door just barely open and rolled his eyes to quietly peek in. Hopefully, the guy just got back from a jog or something and forgot to close it. God help him if he totally forwent closing it the night before. If he could throttle someone for making him worry unnecessarily, it'd likely be Fletcher... or Max... or Lewis. He shook his head and slid into the apartment's entrance to call down his hallway. "It's Clarence! You're welcome to join us for coffee in my apartment, if you'd like." God knew Clarence needed the company. He finished with, "And next time, check your front door. For all the times I wish I had to pick a lock, this is probably the only time."

With that, Clarence waved to the few residents that passed by before slipping back into his own apartment. He left the door unlocked as he padded into his kitchen, quickly turning the TV on as he did. The mindless babble of a newscaster allowed Clarence to zone out while he made the few cups of coffee. He took a seat on the lone bar stool at the end of the island and left the other two open for anyone who wanted to join him. Clarence hummed, turning the TV off in favor of the radio, letting out a soft burst of Whitney Houston and immediately finding himself bopping along to her upbeat, belting tones. "Wanna dance with somebody," he crooned, quiet for only him to hear, "I wanna feel the heat with somebody."
Awesome! I got a few hours left of work, so I'll start getting to work on Clarence's post once I get home.
@Knight of Doom

Before I start on a post tonight! I think I missed a mention of what month the RP starts in. Mostly it's just to make sure whether or not Aria's in school or not. ;o

(Also: Clarence definitely at least knows how to pick the locks in the apartment. ;D Better be uP AND AT EM 6:00 AM SHARP MAX)
(thanks god that it's not too far ahead)

i'm looking to get up a post sometime within now and Sunday! sorry for my absence. i've been procrastinating, sitting around after i wake up for hours looking at imgur and reading fanfiction. i'm a horrible person, i know. anyways, gonna force myself to do shit this coming few days and one of those things is get off my ass and write.
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