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melancholy /melan-colee/ n. A feeling of pensive sadness, often with no obvious cause. "Melancholy followed him wherever he wandered." {;;Indie Garry roleplay blog from the Ib game. Centered primarily around the "Promise of Reunion" ending.}

[roseofinnocence]

Source.

[melancholicrose]

This is my attempt at getting active on this blog again. I really needed a break from all the stress, but in any case- consider all threads dropped unless you remind me that I owe you a reply. Otherwise- would anyone like to start a thread? I’d be thrilled to write anyone a starter who wants one. 

[melancholicrose]

This is my attempt at getting active on this blog again. I really needed a break from all the stress, but in any case- consider all threads dropped unless you remind me that I owe you a reply. Otherwise- would anyone like to start a thread? I’d be thrilled to write anyone a starter who wants one. 

[melancholicrose]

This is my attempt at getting active on this blog again. I really needed a break from all the stress, but in any case- consider all threads dropped unless you remind me that I owe you a reply. Otherwise- would anyone like to start a thread? I’d be thrilled to write anyone a starter who wants one. 

[melancholicrose]

This is my attempt at getting active on this blog again. I really needed a break from all the stress, but in any case- consider all threads dropped unless you remind me that I owe you a reply. Otherwise- would anyone like to start a thread? I'd be thrilled to write anyone a starter who wants one. 

[zitaoxmonster-blog]

     ⊏☠⊐ →  Being completely lost in an almost psychedelic-like museum wasn’t really what Accelerator had planned. But now that he was where he was and there didn’t seem like a clear way out… he supposed seeing what the odd man had to offer would be smart.

➣ Talk to him

     ⊏☠⊐ →  ”It’s Accelerator… and you are?”

[melancholicrose]

      Garry chuckled lightly and clapped his hands together. "You may call me Garry," he informed the other male, whilst offering a very polite smile. "My, it would seem we are both in the same situation, then. Perhaps we should work together? I do hope we can find a way out of here! This place really isn't good for my mental health." 

Will you? ➣ Deny request? ➣ Accept the offer.

[melancholicrose]

"My, I certainly was gone for quite a while..." 

[melancholicrose]

[ HEY HEY HEYYYYY //FLEES FROM INBOX ]

NO COME BACK HERE AND LET'S RP. I've always wanted to rp with you!!! I just don't have any ideas i'm such a trash rp-er. 

[utsuroh]

➣ Attempt to ignore him.

Mukuro squints at him, and then goes back to what she’s busy with - namely, glaring furiously at her phone as though the sheer force of her fury will drum up a signal. Come to this dumb art show with me, Mukuro! Go on ahead while I run away to Starbucks, Mukuro! Get trapped in glitch demon hell because you tried to enjoy a nice day out!

➣ Fail to notice the formatting changes because you're too busy trying not to become a punch monster.

Ugh. Fine, okay. Here’s a new guy, looking at you and being decidedly non-threatening. Sure, okay, cool. Whatever.

”- don’t remind me,” she grumbles, arms crossed tight. “I should have known something would go wrong.”

Sure, she was expecting less horror genre and more Battle Royale, but.

"You’re welcome to tag along with me, but I won’t protect you if it gets dangerous. You fall behind, you get left behind."

[melancholicrose]

     ☛ Well, this situation wasn't going as he had initially planned. It seemed, at first, that he was being ignored- she was fiddling with her phone quite a bit, as if to will a signal, but he had learned from personal experience that there was no reception anywhere in the fabricated world. Perhaps because anonymous mannequins and dolls didn't need phone service. 

     But at long last, she offered a reply. A brutal, to-the-point reply that somehow caught him off guard. His jaw practically dropped, seeing as how he had actually- subtly- wished that she would serve as a guardian, in the event he was attacked or injured. But at least, company was something? Though, she was a bit rude for his liking... 

     "Ah, um... My,... it would seem I have no other choice," Garry mused in reply and examined the shadowed hallway, only to find that the longer he stayed put, the more eerie his surroundings became. "It certainly would do us both well if we stuck together. Perhaps we can work together to find an exit..." 

     He had hope that two was always better than one. Even though she wasn't going to be much help otherwise. 

     "Dear me, did you hear that?" The purplette queried in regards to a shuffling noise on the other end of the hallway. Certainly, there couldn't be anything there. He had just come from that way, after all, and he had made certain to slam the door behind him. Nonetheless, there was undoubtedly a sound resonating from that direction. He pouted and took note of the other door positioned in the middle of the wall- one to which, he harboured a key. 

     "Let's get going, shall we?"

[buujipoppu]

by casim

[melancholicrose]

a-luminous-smile said:

[YOU’RE A GOOD RPER LIKE ARE YOU FOR REAL I LOVE YOUR SKILLS M8 like I admire your stuff, seriously. :I]

YOOOOOOOO SENPAI NOTICED ME

[melancholicrose]

utsuroh said:

YOOOOOOOOOOOO I LOVE YR KOMAEDA

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I'M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW wtfwtf than kyou so much cRIES 

[melancholicrose]

Everyone's doing really cool promo things on my dash and I'm just sitting here thinking: "reasons to follow me: shittiest rp-er known to mankind. please follow for lots of shit and probably some more shit." 

[melancholicrose]

anegyaru started following you.

     "My... another person? I must say, I'm truly relieved..." the purplette mused softly, with a grin stretching across his features. In a realm so consumed with evils and malicious intent, he was truly thrilled that another seemingly harmless human being had graced the art gallery.

Will you...? ➣ Talk to him? ➣ Ignore him?

[melancholicrose]

awww, please tell??? i bet you were a really great komaeda!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa okay okay OKay umumu , um… eee my komaeda is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA omg okay okay 

MUFFLED CRYING 

[androidian-blog]

     In the meantime, Nanami was in her own predicament. Visiting an art gallery (on her own for once) and she was sucked into some strange alternate universe of aforementioned gallery. She yawned, starting her adventure through the unexpectedly dangerous world. It unnerved her just how many close calls she already had with these statues, much less the fact that the women in the paintings practically had bloodlust (or maybe just lust) written all over them.

     It came as a shock as she stumbled across someone else, the feeling becoming apparent on her face. Even if he was a danger to her, Nanami couldn’t imagine it, especially after inquiring for her assistance.

➣ Talk to him.

     ”Are you… in trouble, mister?”

[melancholicrose]

     Exhaust was drawn out on his features; he nearly toppled over from lack of air. He silently noted that perhaps he should lay off the smoking, as it was starting to have a major affect on his health. He could hardly run even a short distance without having trouble breathing, which was an obvious problem in a world filled with mannequins and dolls galore that will chase you down at every turn. He'd even gotten a few bruises from falling over on occasion whilst trying to get away. 

     When she spoke to him, it was a soft voice that escaped her lips- one that comforted his weary heart. He lent over and pressed his palms firmly against his knees, whilst panting heavily, and focused his violet irises on her soft features. How pretty and young she was... So much nicer and easier to look at in comparison to those feisty paintings. 

     "Ah, my... This is nothing..." He said at first, through heavy breaths. "Oh dear me, I forgot to introduce myself. How rude of me...! I am Garry."

[melancholicrose]

ahhhh i'm sorta frustrated because i swear i've seen your name on a komaeda before but i can't put my finger on which komaeda grgh

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO