forum All me rps dead! // Closed

Started October 06, 2019 by Deleted user

tune

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I mean, it is 2:00 tho
If you got a plot idea, hit me up

Why are you up at 2am? lol

But I'll join, even though who knows how many rps I've joined already XD

Doest thou have an idea?

Do you want me to pick one, or would you rather I present you with a huge range of ideas that I'm interested in and you can pick?
When I say huge, I mean HUGE. Like over 50. It's on pinterest, so if you can't view pinterest because of whatever school stuff or smth, I understand. (At my school while on the school wifi you can't access pinterest or discord and others)

Yeah, I got a school computer, so pinterest is a no go

oof so then I guess I'll have to pick a few. Dang it. Hmm how big a selection do you want?

As many as you wanna write

Alright then, I'll go with ten does that sound good?

Sounds great

Can I?

Well, I already have a person finding prompts

My bad, I forgot to close it

Okay that seriously took like forever. But there, I found ten prompts. Are you interested in any of them?

1. Kill me if you must, but I shall not bow to a king who wears a crown studded with jewels of every life he's ended.
2. My heart and this world don't fit each other.
3. Why do you have scars there?
4. The magic they taught was meant to be forgotten long ago.
5. The year is 202. The first astronauts have landed on Mars. They find a cave with a single human skeleton and four words written on the wall.
6. You find a vague app for your phone that when you type in the name of a person, it reveals a single secret they hide. To your surprise when you type in your own name there is a secret that you don't even know of…
7. Your entire life has been the product of a coma dream. One morning, you finally awake from your coma, but find yourself in the 18th century. Your memories from the coma dream, and knowledge of the 21st century are fully intact.
8. When you die in a freak accident, you meet the reaper himself. "I thought I told you to get lost. You can't keep dying just so you can meet me. We are over, you hear?" he shouts.
9. You're a nurse doing the daily checks for a coma patient of nearly 10 years. Suddenly she grabs your arm, fully alert, and tells you to listen quick, she doesn't have much time.
10. You can taste lies. One day you're comforting your best friend after a tough breakup and almost vomit at the foul taste the words bring, "After all, you're only human."

The 'why do you have scars there' makes me think of, like, a secret agent type thing

I like it

OOO yeah! Let's do that one then!

I already got a start for a MxF roleplay. Mind if we go in blind?

Alright that's fine with me, do you mind elaborating a bit more on the plot you had in mind?

Our two heroes are at the beach, and my character, the secret agent, takes his shirt off, prompting the question "Why do you have scars there." Before he can answer, they start getting shot at, and then….haven't gotten that far

Okay, so why would they be at the beach together in the first place, and how close are they?

They're childhood friends that recently got back in contact with each other, so they decided to go to the beach together to catch up on old times

alright cool cool

So do you want me to go ahead and start?

Sure!

Richie leaned against the outside wall of Stoner's Pizza Joint, his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for his friend. This was their favorite spot when they were teenagers, simply because the name amused them. They never got anything but breadsticks, though, because the pizza was fucking horrible. The last time they had tried it they were puking their guts out for hours.

A small drawstring bag hung from his back. Inside were three things: a beach towel, sunscreen, and a gun. Yes, a gun. Long story, but we'll get there when we get there. He had changed drastically from the last time they had seen each other. His hair, once an overgrown rat's nest of dark brown strands, was bleached blond by the sun and cut so short to his head it was hard to tell if he had any when the lighting was off. No longer was his lanky, thin body, replaced with the lean, hard muscle of a gymnast. Even his posture had changed. It was almost like someone took the face of Richie and put it on a badass's body.

(So, they'll meet up at the pizza place, then go to the beach)

(Okay)
Yesterday, Ellie had recieved a message from her old childhood friend. It'd be nice to meet up, see how the other was doing, she thought. Her small day bag bounced against her leg as she jogged down the street towards Stoner's Pizza Joint. She had her phone in her pocket, and earbuds stuffed in her ears, listening to music. Though, when she saw Rihie, she pulled them out, and packed them away in her day bag. "Richie!" He really had changed so much, it was almost as if someone had simply replaced his body.

He glanced over at the sound of his voice being called and couldn't help but smile. Richie wore a simple white T-shirt, his swim trunks, and a pair of pink flip flops. The weirdest thing, though, was the fact that his nails were painted a dark purple. Last time he checked it was Ellie's favorite color, so he figured why not?
"Heya," he said. As expected, his voice was also deeper. "Long time no see, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess. So how're you doing nowadays?" she asked. Ellie wore a knee-length flowery dress, and her her wavy hair had just gotten a haircut, so now it was to her mid-chest. It waved slightly in the small breeze. She held the strap of her daybag in both hands, fiddling with it a tiny bit.

"Really good, actually. How about you?" he asked, pushing off the wall and walking closer, his hands in the pockets of his trunks.