Distinguishing RP types Roleplayers make up a large part of the community here on deviantArt. It's an ever-growing community, and new members join it every day. Thirsty for adventure, these new members leap into the large world of roleplay, blissfully simplistic, filled with hopes and anticipations. They expect a rich roleplay experience full of excitement, and they want it to be delivered!New members, however, also means less experience, and less experience means less knowledge. That knowledge which new roleplayers need to acquire may be earned in the long run, by partaking in several satisfying and unsatisfying roleplays and learning thr...
Years have passed since Mattias saved his creators and fellow clones. Over the years, he would visit his creators and their families. Dr. Timothy had passed away five years ago from old age, but he wouldn't have lived as long as he did if it wasn't for Mattias' heroic actions, and he spent his remaining years in happiness. Mattias was now one of the elders of the mantine and mantyke group he had been a part of the past twenty-four years. His telepathic voice now sounded like a old man, fitting his age. It was a fine day in the ocean, the water was warm and quite calm, and the sun was shining through the surface. Ma...
Name: Seisui Naito
Nickname(s): Kenpachi; the Ghost; the Silent Night; the White Tear
Age: 367
Sex: Male
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Species: Shinigami
Alliance: 11th Division Captain (Kenpachi) Appearance: Seisui Naito, the child of a Rukongai couple struggling for mouthfuls of water in the slums, was cursed from the moment of conception to lead an existence balanced on the tragic precipice of life and death. A premature birth by nearly seven weeks brought him into Soul Society both significantly underdeveloped and so pale that he appeared to be stillborn. The midwife who delivered him famously called him the ‘ghost-ch...
Dzerzhinski's Heirs Ch. 3 by redprussian, literature
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Dzerzhinski's Heirs Ch. 3
After the bullet impacted the head of the fleeing american, he tried to see the enemy's muzzle flashes in the darkness, but failed. The muzzle-breaks didn't seem that fancy, but there were more effective than civilians would think.In the night, all that gave away the position of the enemy were the tiny flashes, interrupting the darkness.First Nico ran behind the sandbags, that the Grenzer reinforcements had hastily tried to pile up, before hell broke loose. The enemy struck with three shot salvos from a position presumably somewhere in the bushes near the road. Judging from the intensity of the sound of firing M16s, they were in a distance...
I Know Who I Want To Take Me Home by emo-nerd, literature
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I Know Who I Want To Take Me Home
It started out harmless enough, as all things involving Tony Stark did. He wasn't malicious or conniving by nature, no, he just knew how to get his way most of the time. And when one has natural charm and charisma, would it not be prudent to use said attributes to one's advantage? Again, no. He really couldn't care less about all the fame and admiration his money and legacy brought him, despite what the tabloids would have people believe. He wanted, and felt he deserved, to be admired and sought after for his genius and engineering aspects that were slowly helping the world become a better place; the natural charm and charisma were just ge...
Summery: The Mushroom World is taken over by a greedy Princess and to make matters worse, Mario has been kidnapped. The fate of the World now rests in the hands of two sidekicks.Fandom: MarioWarning: OCs, headcanons, and some Spoilers.Before I start a chapter, I'll put up some Spoiler alerts from certain games. Right now, there are spoilers fromLuigi's Mansion: Dark Moon
(Possibly?) Bowser's inside StoryAlso, this was my first Nintendo fanfiction, so expect plenty of mistakes.---Once upon a time, in the Mushroom World, there lived these strange people known as Solunarians. They were quite wise, and they were said to be able to grant knowle...
As the twilight touched upon the village, it seemed completely deserted. The streets were so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, which was usual at this early hour, given that hardly anyone got out of bed before six o' clock. Wooden houses stood idyllically lined up along the road, the morning light gently brushing their roofs. Flocks of birds rose into the sky in anticipation of the approaching dawn, their shadows carving through the dimly lit streets like raindrops through the air. Had anyone been outside at this point, they would have noticed that one of the winged shadows passing by was much larger than the others. Different from bir...
His Majesty - Prince Spain x Traveler Reader (7) by MysticalDreams18, literature
Literature
His Majesty - Prince Spain x Traveler Reader (7)
Chapter 7 - Carelessly The moment Antonio’s horse trotted up to the flipped wagon, he was hit with worry. The wooden carriage was splintered in several locations, the front wheels completely broken apart. Your donkey was a few yards away standing next to a pine tree, appearing to be unharmed. The only question that remained was…where were you? Antonio hopped down from his horse and signaled for his men to stay on guard, in case whatever happened to you was done by bandits. He gulped as he stepped closer to your wagon, his green eyes glancing every so often around him in caution. The prince could only relate this incident to his b...