Miraboreasu
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- Last Seen: 4 mos ago
- Old Guild Username: Jett Ryu
- Joined: 11 yrs ago
- Posts: 4318 (1.09 / day)
- VMs: 33
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4 yrs ago
And I'm supposed to care because…?
4 yrs ago
Well, that's illegal in the civilized world, so I hope someone doesn't own you. Unless you both consent and have a safe word.
4 yrs ago
@Inkarnate— The symptoms are most evident in long-term Tumblr, Twitter, and Reddit users.
4 yrs ago
Being (insert oppression olympics qualifications here) isn't a personality either, and yet I see that all the time.
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4 yrs ago
Oh, I thought wiccans were witches, but more emo and into goth stuff.
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|| Primordial Uprising - [Kaiju & Monsterverse-Inspired RP] ||
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5 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location: Hakata-ku, Fukuoka, Japan
Emiko woke with a start. Her headphones had slipped off her ears. Shit! she thought. Fell asleep! She looked out the window. When had it gotten dark out? She checked her phone. Shit! Mr. Watanabe's gonna be pissed!
She stopped, her brain slowly spinning up. It was after closing time. Even if he'd be mad, the boss would have woken her up to chew her out.
Where is he? thought Emiko. She turned her music off, dialled Mr. Watanabe's number…
She could hear a shrill, electronic rendition of "Ode to Joy" coming from the garage. The hell? Emiko stood, moving slowly. "Mister Watanabe?" she called. "Are you there? Are you okay?"
Emiko fumbled for the light switch to illuminate the room. She stopped, feeling something warm and sticky on her hand. She held it up to examine it. Dark red, and from a brief sniff, coppery.
Blood.
*ahem*
Location: Hakata-ku, Fukuoka, Japan
Emiko woke with a start. Her headphones had slipped off her ears. Shit! she thought. Fell asleep! She looked out the window. When had it gotten dark out? She checked her phone. Shit! Mr. Watanabe's gonna be pissed!
She stopped, her brain slowly spinning up. It was after closing time. Even if he'd be mad, the boss would have woken her up to chew her out.
Where is he? thought Emiko. She turned her music off, dialled Mr. Watanabe's number…
She could hear a shrill, electronic rendition of "Ode to Joy" coming from the garage. The hell? Emiko stood, moving slowly. "Mister Watanabe?" she called. "Are you there? Are you okay?"
Emiko fumbled for the light switch to illuminate the room. She stopped, feeling something warm and sticky on her hand. She held it up to examine it. Dark red, and from a brief sniff, coppery.
Blood.
Bump.
Bump.
Certain plots and pairings are back. If interested in those, let me know.
I think this is fitting.
Anyways, welcome to our humble Guild. Make yourself at home.
Anyways, welcome to our humble Guild. Make yourself at home.
Bump. Craving something along the lines of:
— Sci-fi survival (dinosaurs, space… dinosaurs in space)
— Mecha and kaiju
— Sci-fi survival (dinosaurs, space… dinosaurs in space)
— Mecha and kaiju
Bump.
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