FUCK IT IM MAKING A SHARKNADO RP
hey how about an rp in the tags that actually looks interesting
XANDRARPS ☆ GRADIENTS
Here are some colorful gradients that I’ve been meaning to release for a while. Do not distribute in bio PSDs without asking, do not claim as your own, do not redistribute. Download here.
hey how about a horror rp that isnt a fuckin zombie apocalypse rp
756.psd by sistaroundpsds || coloring || So cool psds for you. → download
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↳ any questions/compliments/doubts? ask me.
hey can i just have a good fucking group of rph friends who actually like role playing and will join/start one with me that actually gets to open because people see enough taken characters to not fucking blow it off the second they see it
anyways is there anything i can do for anyone today
Dad keeps feeding my dog chips and making her sick. I ask him to stop and he refuses to believe it’s the chips. He’s teaching her bad habits and making her ill but oh no, god forbid you stop doing something stupid on the off chance that it improves her health.
my dad literally feeds my dog alcohol soaked ice cubes like??? come on
City Council File #15473
Ebenezer Cairo is henceforth to be tasked with the job of sole proprietor of the Cairo & Co. Funeral Home following the death of his father, Alfred Cairo. He must adhere to the strict code of ethics surrounding the embalming and handling of deceased citizens of Mortuaria and surrounding towns as well as the ethical treatment of reapers and all others seeking asylum.
Reward Upon Acceptance: A lovely muffin basket.
Penalty of Disobedience: Death.
The city thanks you for your cooperation.
Cynthia Newsworth, Mayor
The town of Mortuaria seems placid on the outer surface, but only the citizens of this strange village know the true goings-on. The ley lines of the surrounding countryside all converge underneath Cairo & Co, the local funeral home, making it a beacon to everything and anything involving death. Reapers, necromancers, zombies, ghosts, all seem to be welcome on Ebenezer Cairo’s doorstep. There’s a yeti hiding in the freezer at the local market, the school is run by an immortal elf, and a coven of witches down the lane have taken to snatching small children at increasingly inconvenient intervals.
All in a day’s work. Welcome to Mortuaria.
hey guess what
i still don’t fuckin do shoutouts