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Current If you aren't angry, you aren't conscious.
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I think I have my writing confidence back. Feels like centuries since I could string together sentences.
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🐶 Harvey (2009-2024)
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2 yrs ago
Vindication comes, so too does peace of mind as I close one chapter and open a new one.
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4 yrs ago
Sometimes I lie awake dreaming of being as consistent in this hobby as I was ten years ago.
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if you're petty with me

be prepared to deal with

the most crazy bitch

you've ever met


Micki | 35 (b. 1988) | Detroit | INTJ
Biromantic Demisexual | Bipolar/Manic-Depressive



Hi. I'm a role-player/writer who has spent over twenty-one years in this hobby.

I will pretty much write anything as long as my partner is cool with my inconsistent posting pace and momentum. I'm pretty sociable and I make dumb jokes all the time. My favorite things to write is capeshit, anime, space operas, horror, and slice of life/mundane drama. My writing level leans toward minimalism, but I try to give my partners/groups more than enough to work off of. I like to think I am pretty flexible.

I like cinema, music, and animation just as much as I like writing with people. My biggest hobby after writing is pop media analysis. Ask me questions or for suggestions and I'm sure to have something for you. 😎😎😎

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Oh I'm not alone with that. Originally it was just Genkishi and I so that was something we already prepared ourselves for. Not to mention the ones from the other nations.

But I did say that if anyone wanted to start off as a sensei they could. The ones we have are basically plot NPC's.

Y'all need to control yourselves, lol.
That's a lot of squads for you to direct as a GM with jonins and GMPCs!
How many [genin] teams are you thinking about, @King Kindred?
Haven't done one of these in a long time. Consider it a maybe.
Hello, my name is Dao and even though I'm new to this site, I've been roleplaying for quite some time now. I am 18+ in age, but I thrive on doing group rps that are focused on adventure, drama, and character development. My favorite genres are fantasy, futuristic/science fantasy, and urban fantasy.

I play D&D/SW5e Monday/Wednesday/Friday/Sunday but I'm starting to make room in my schedule to go back to something I dearly miss-- writing with others. My PMs are always open, so feel free to hit me up with rp talk or even just to have a random conversation!

Welcome to Hell! Leave your sanity at the door. I'm sure you'll fit right in given your interests, especially considering anime fiction is probably the largest content of group RPs on the site at the moment.


April 8th, Year 1


Akari looked at the time on her phone–still enough time to get away from Nakano, though she had a feeling she was about to make more than one delinquent’s perennial shitlist on the second day of school. Was she goading Takano Junko? It was a hard read, but Akari didn’t know the peculiarities between the two. After all, the only time she had to deal with Nakano was when she was reporting on things that bothered Akari. As for the other girl, well, the two of them didn’t cross paths often enough for Akari to really be tilted one way or the other. Either way, Akari didn’t want to be around the two girls as they gossiped their boredom away.

The tall girl looked to the two other girls as she stood up. “Your obsession with Himawari is pathetic. But you do you. I guess. Personally, I am done with it.”

“Shimizu.” She said idly, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

More of informing her than inviting her, but it was whatever.

The peppy girl looked like she wanted to get away as much as Akari did. If her phone was right they still had fifteen minutes to do whatever. With that said, the raven-haired girl moved out of the classroom and toward the girl’s bathrooms. She didn’t care about either’s reply as long as they didn’t follow her, and given how involved they were about this conversation they probably wouldn’t stop until the bell rang for next period.


April 8th, Year 1


Akari sighed as she looked at her phone. How much longer was she going to have to tolerate this? They were crowding her desk. So annoying. Nakano’s presumptions were dumb, too. If he was important and someone knew him from somewhere, it’d be something people were whispering about already. He was just a new kid, another troubled idiot who ended up with the rest of them in a backwater town that meant nothing and where nothing happened.

Sure, Akari couldn’t know for sure, but unlike Nakano her brain operated in the real world and not one made up by delusions.


April 8th, Year 1


So, that was Shimizu’s reason for coming to this backwater town in the middle of nowhere. Akari took a drink from her tea as she remembered their conversation from yesterday. She had suspected they were secret childhood friends or pen pals or something, but cousins? That made a lot more sense. It would also spell trouble if she kept blabbing within earshot of Nakano, though Akari suspected it would be hard to get rid of her given present circumstances. Not that Akari cared, herself. Nakano was going to be Nakano and any damage she did wasn’t going to last very long.

“That makes sense.” Akari commented, “Explains why you ended up in Utsubyo this year.”


April 8th, Year 1


“Nakano is trying to play detective.” Akari remarked, nonchalantly. “She’ll probably be up Himawari’s ass next.”

Akari sighed–the girl from yesterday, the new girl. The one with boundless energy, as if Akari’s social battery wasn’t overloaded enough. At least there was some kind of silver lining to the whole situation; there was someone else to distract Nakano from her need to tell whatever stories she could get her hands on. Maybe she could focus on the new girl’s move to town and away from Akari, Kenzo, and the idiot who Akari couldn’t stop thinking about confronting. There were a lot of ways and places it could go down. She took another bite of her food as she thought about if she should do it in the school hallways where everyone can see or outside where the prying eyes of people like Nakano could be avoided.

It was going to happen today. Somewhere. Somehow.
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