That's the truth I chose.

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[starrdvstrp]

INTREST C H E C K !!!

# DISCORD BASED RPG SERVER / squidgame themed.

this server would be oc based, which means all players and staff would be original characters and not canon.

SERVER WILL OFFER THE FOLLOWING ;

* games , themed plots , a main storyline , sidestories , free roleplay , character development , safe space for lgbtq+ writers / characters & more.

if you are interested , please ( like ) and ( reblog ) the post. if it gets 10+ likes & reblogs, i will go ahead and move forward with creating the server and reach out to those who reblogged.

[cursedxgetox]

Open starter

Suguru leaned back in his chair, the sunlight catching the sharp angles of his features. He observed the crowd with a bemused expression, as if searching for something—or someone—among the sea of faces. The usual energy of the café was comforting, a stark contrast to the weight of his thoughts.

He glanced down at the open notebook before him, filled with sketches and notes, remnants of his recent travels and encounters. It had been a while since he’d been in D.C., and the city’s blend of history and politics intrigued him.

As he took another sip of his latte, he noticed a figure enter the café—someone who caught his attention. With a slight smirk, he set the cup down, ready to engage. “You look lost. Or perhaps you’re just here for the coffee?” he called out, his voice smooth and inviting.

"Care to join me? I promise I won't bite... much."

[mischiefxmuses]

Satoru was just taking a break from working and decided to stop by the nearby cafe. Immediately when he stepped through the door a wave of familiarity washed over him. His voice getting stuck in this throat and eyes wide under his bandana. The voice caught him off guard even more. He was almost scared to look over his shoulder at the direction of the voice but he knew he had to. Very carefully he looked over and saw Suguru. The last face he saw before he was sealed. He knew that wasn't Geto but it was his face, his voice. Emotions washed over him.

Gojo wasn't often speechless. He was right now, staring at the face of his former best friend.

[cursedxgetox]

Satoru, it’s l you," Suguru said, his voice steady yet trembling with the weight of emotions he had buried for so long. He took a cautious step closer, feeling the air crackle with tension. The café around them faded into the background, the sounds of clinking cups and quiet conversations becoming a distant murmur. All that mattered was the figure before him, the friend he thought he had lost forever.

"I can’t believe it," he continued, his heart racing. "After everything we went through… I thought I’d never see your face again." Suguru’s smile was bittersweet, a mix of relief and lingering sorrow. He studied Satoru’s expression, searching for the familiar spark that had once defined their bond. "You look... different, but I still see you. It’s strange, isn’t it? This place, this moment. It feels like a dream."

[cursedxgetox]

Open starter

Suguru leaned back in his chair, the sunlight catching the sharp angles of his features. He observed the crowd with a bemused expression, as if searching for something—or someone—among the sea of faces. The usual energy of the café was comforting, a stark contrast to the weight of his thoughts.

He glanced down at the open notebook before him, filled with sketches and notes, remnants of his recent travels and encounters. It had been a while since he’d been in D.C., and the city’s blend of history and politics intrigued him.

As he took another sip of his latte, he noticed a figure enter the café—someone who caught his attention. With a slight smirk, he set the cup down, ready to engage. “You look lost. Or perhaps you’re just here for the coffee?” he called out, his voice smooth and inviting.

"Care to join me? I promise I won't bite... much."