Originalroleplay Stories

group rp

𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 ! ― ❝ in which half of the cast die, and the survivors have to either deal with the guily or find a way to bring back their loved ones back. ❞ ― note : takes place after all ships are formed, while there seems to be no immediate threats to humanity. this is no way, shape or form is intended to steal the characters portrayed on the cw's supernatural.

-"𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦."

A literate individual roleplay book!

Read on, dear reader.

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𝔦. ⠀⠀i would have come for you. and if i couldn't walk, i'd crawl to you . . .

𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤. you will remember me. remember me for centuries. ↝ another roleplay book ↝ original ideas ↝ fandom ideas CLOSED

"we've been having fun all summer long i can't see enough of you all summer long we've both been free won't be long til summer time is through" original roleplay. 8/9 spots filled

You've always had a sense for odd things. Maybe you were different in your old school. But here, your normal. Here, you can be a hero. A group roleplay about ghosts and demons.

The sons and daughters of Disney's princesses and princes finally take on school. Here, enemies and friends will be made. As well as romances. But one very angry girl is looking for vengeance. Will everyone get the happy ending they deserve?

!REBOOTED! ❝ and you've been hiding for so long ❞ [ a game of thrones-esque roleplay ] the twelve kingdoms have been divided for as long as anyone can remember, but in a last effort to bring the realms together, they each send twelve diplomats to forge a bond. a mysterious puzzle soons draws them together, but will they all make it out alive? featuring dragons, swords, and on top of it all, a mystery that might be better left unsolved... join us in the battle for the next ruler of paraden, who will be the last one seated on the poison throne?

The 1950's is typically known as the 'sweetheart' era. But every high school relationship takes a turn for the better or for the worst...what happens when your romance takes a turn after a Chem lab incident?

It's officially the year 2401. Robot fights have risen to be the primal sport within the communities and the world is just barely running on what mere forces of energy it has. You, as either a Griefer or a Home-Dweller, meddle along your way within the world. Whether you be a robot fighter or even a local tradesman, life to you is normal. As normal as a practically automated world can be, at least.

This world of yours is falling. Slowly, surely, silent, deadly, it treks into the jaws of despair. It began with a poison you couldn't hope to cure. It kîlled your parents. The country is in mourning. Or, they were. They're setting the castle aflame. Pitchforks glint in the torchlight. You know which lord fanned the flames, but you have to run. You have to get out of there now. And you do. And you don't look back. You hide in the village as a weaver. You couldn't follow. They'd follow you. You couldn't let them find her. But, in their eyes, you failed your duty. You didn't protect her. The princess is believed to be dead. They stripped you of your knighthood. Traitors, all of them...even you. You were forced to become a mercenary. You are the lord's child. You know what he did. You taste the blood on your tongue every time he calls you a prince. You can't take it. It's wrong. You're a traitor for sitting where she once did. The guards won't let you run, so you jump. Straight into the icy river you go. You conceal yourself as a baker's assistant. The royal painter. They fetched you first. How could you possibly paint them so soon? The art is tarnished. Your paintbrush is tainted. They aren't your royalty. You burn their painting once you finish. You are a traitor. In dire straights, you become a dyer. You were the one who murdered the king and queen. Or, so you believe. Your dish was poisoned. You served it to them. Their majesties did not ask you to test it. It was your fault. You're lucky the guards only branded you and tossed you into the streets. The cook was never seen again. It's a good thing you're a sneaky thief. Blasphemy! How dare they attempt to switch the official religion of the state! Iscariots! They've turned their backs to the gods! You were just learning the spells. How to heal, how to mend, how to repair. You must take the knowledge with you before they forbid it. You find them all and more. The worst traitor is the one who kneels first.

With an endless amount of possibilities, your ascension to the future will unfold! Art does not belong to me! Absolutely not unless I say so!!