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(I am looking for someone 18+ to roleplay humanoid Eridian Rocky, Simon from Iron Lung, or both. I can always edit the starter for it just be Rocky. I will be playing as Ryland Grace. I am a paragraph roleplayer who mainly roleplays on discord. My discord is 2tiredboi. Message me if interested!)

Ryland Grace had truly thought he would die alone on this mission. Hell, when he first woke up he didn't know who he was, where he was, or why he was even space. Thankfully, ever so slowly he got his memories back and managed to wrap his head around what was going. Though, that hadn't cured the loneliness of it all. The two other people he had been shipped off on this suicide mission with had died due to the drug induced coma. Finding their bodies hadn't been easy, giving them their funerals, and airlocking their bodies hadn't been easier.

Four years he spent alone. Eight if you counted the time he spent in that stupid coma. Which hell, he could barely remember the four years he was alone. For the most part he was drunk. It was the only way he could cope with everything that had taken place. Which hadn't ended well like any substance abuse, but thankfully for him.. Life showed him mercy and he met Rocky. His beautiful, amazing mate slash boyfriend Rocky.

Rocky was not human. Nope! The man looked humanoid, but he was an Eridian. An alien species that was having the same problem that Earth was! So, the two agter managing to find a solid way to communicate began working together to solve the Astrophage issues on both of their planets.They were still working on these issues, but Grace had a gut feeling they were getting closer to the the solution. As they worked tiredly through this they ended up finding, well a submarine in space. Yes, no. He knows how INSANE that sounds, but its true! Inside that submarine? A man. A real living, breathing man. This man's name is Simon and Simon came from a universe that didn't have planets and stars. It didn't have clean water or plants either.

Simon also had mutations from what he went through. This extra mouth on the left side of his face that connects to his human mouth. He also has gills on his neck and a singular web eared where the mutated mouth is. It's quite odd, but Simon is far more than just his mutations! He is an amazing man and has become a good friend. "I think it's been a year, maybe more since we found him.." Grace trailed off.

"So, I mean thats about it for surprises." Grace rolled around on his stool with his clipboard in hand. The camera still pointed at him. His glasses were pushed up, settling on his head. "I am still working on the Astrophage. I feel like I'm getting closer to a solution, but.. I keep running into speed bumps each time." He sighed, tapping his pen against the clipboard. "But hey, at least if I end up failing I won't end up dying it won't be alone." He chuckled, rolling over to the camera.

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So after watching project hail mary and diving deep into the ship of rocky and grace, I am in the desperate need to roleplay as Ryland Grace. I am looking for someone 18+ to roleplay as Rocky, preferably humanoid Eridian Rocky. I am a paragraph roleplayer who mainly roleplays on discord. My discord is 2tiredboi. I am a bit rusty as it has been a bit. Message me if interested

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So after watching project hail mary and diving deep into the bloody mary ship, I am in the desperate need to roleplay as Ryland Grace. I am looking for someone 18+ to roleplay as Simon. I am a paragraph roleplayer who mainly roleplays on discord. My discord is 2tiredboi. I am a bit rusty as it has been a bit. Message me if interested

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Username change has hit my discord, but I'm still 2tiredboi just minus the numbers.

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FnF (Friday Night Funkin') Rp! Looking for someone 18+ to play as Pico! Please be active and able to do at least a solid one paragraph as a reply!

Warning! This roleplay will contain someone who is affected by a lot of mental illnesses (PTSD, Schizophrenia, Extreme Paranoia, Anxiety and depression) as well as having dark themes. If that's not your cup of tea please ignore! If it is message me on discord 2tiredboi.

Now, I've been wanting to do a roleplay based off these fanfics (https://www.archiveofourown.org/series/2238009) for awhile now. It's a personality swap au where Keith aka Boyfriend is the Assassin/Merc while Pico is the Rapper. We can warm up to their relationship if you want or they can already be pre-established. I will say if smut happens Pico is a dominant top while Keith is a submissive bottom. Why this is? The guy needs to the spoiled and loved. Allowed to let go of his control for once. Keith does suffer from Selective Mutism since the shooting incident and uses sign language to community. < > these will be used for when he speaks and ' ' will be used for when he is thinking.

Headcanons for Keith; https://docs.google.com/document/d/12biXao7ha4UwVD28udhNScAHrkt-RhvlYukqhNs29WU/edit?usp=drivesdk

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Exhausted crept into his features as he sat outside of Pico's apartment, on the steps that led up to it. A cigarette at his chapped lips and a trembling hand that held it. Today had been a long ass exhausting day. The moment he had gotten up it all went to hell. Some wannabe fucking gangsters jumped him this morning. He got a black eye and a busted lip, but those were the most obvious injuries. His body was fucked. He knew there would be many dark bruises littering every inch soon. Those bastards had him on the ground pinned, kicking at his body with full force. Keith hoped to whatever God there was that he didn't have anything broken or fractured. He didn't trust hospitals and like hell he would go to one! Taking a long drag of the cigarette he kept his eyes fixed in front of him. He honestly didn't even remember how he managed to get out of that. All he knew was he knocked all those fuckers onto their asses and beat the ever living shit out of them. Whether they were alive or dead he didn't care. Low life trash like them didn't deserve to keep walking.

Now, Keith was a trained professional. He could take on anyone of any size with any type of weapon. His barehands included. However even with those skills nothing could never prepare you for a jumping. Especially one with that many people. Fuck, there had to be at least five of them.. Slowly exhaling the smoke he tried his best not to crush his cigarette. Hanging out with Pico had to be making him soft. He tried his hardest to keep promises of not using his gun on anyone, but like hell he'd ever leave it behind! It protected him! It kept him safe! His hands shook as his brain tried so hard to reach out and grasp at the memories he couldn't bare to remember right now. He never forgot. He couldn't. All of it was engraved into him like permanent ink. He hated it. He despised it. He despised that bitch that cause all of it.

Taking in another long deep deag of the cancer stick he glanced up just in time to see the door opening and the redhead popping his head out. A soft snort escaped him when Pico screwed his face up into a grimace at the smell. Using his free hand he signed <Come on, it's not that bad> with a soft snort leaving his mouth. The familiar taste of coppery blood and tobacco long having filled his mouth. A mixture he was all too familiar with. <Come out to keep me company or nag at me?>

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BioShock Roleplay! Looking for someone (18+ for comfort reasons) to play as a Big Daddy!

If this pinges your interest you can message me on discord @2tiredboi Please be able to do at least two+ paragraphs for replies.

I have always have loved the BioShock games and my favorite two enemies/characters are the Little Sister and Big Daddy. I came up with what I thought was an interesting idea to toss in a Prototype Little Brother into the Universe. So, I will be playing Said Prototype Little Brother but he'll be an OC! I am looking for someone to play as a Big Daddy to protect my little one and just to grow to love the kid as if he was their own. I am up for you to be any of the types of the Big Daddys; Rosie, Bouncer, Rumbler, Alpha Series (if you want to do an awesome twist and make our two have that forever bond), or a Lancer.

How this is going to start is your character, Big Daddy has lost his Little Sister (or if you choose to do Alpha Series has been searching for mine since they woke back up) as mine has lost his Big Daddy. How they meet well, yours arrives in an area where mine is currently being attacked by some slicer who wants his Atom. He steps in and saves him. However to make this more interesting my character who I'll call Apollo is the only known Little Brother. So, the reaction of yours realizing he is well a he is all up to you. I would love for them to bond and have a strong connection to one another.

More about my Little Brother Oc is his name is Apollo, he is six years old, and the same height as a normal Little Sister (that you encounter in the first game) so I'd say he is 3'4. He is a very curious child and everything tends to catch his attention. His Big Daddy before always had to put him back on track. He looks like this (just without the shoes, socks, and the hat)- https://78.media.tumblr.com/ef9a0b8b6b392713d501b07d201a8af4/tumblr_ov09gd9TOx1vt1uy2o1_500.jpg

The backstory for him is similar in the beginning but will change depending if you choose to be an Alpha Series or a different type. I will send it once you decide which Big Daddy you want to be! Also please let me know the nickname you want Apollo to call him!

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His glowing yellow eyes stared down at the lifeless body of Mr. Bubbles. It shocked and frighten the child to his very core to see what he had thought as the strongest being alive fall right in front of him. He was frozen in place for a few moments. Just standing there and staring wide eyed at his protector. How could someone have taken Mr. Bubbles down?! Without another thought he ran towards Mr. Bubbles and grabbed one of their arms. "Wake up! Please Wake up!" Apollo shook one of the arms that belonged to Mr. Bubbles'. Nothing. No movement. No sounds.. Whimpering the child shook the arm again as hard as he could attempting to wake up the other again. Nothing.. Why wasn't he waking up?! The child became more panicked as the seconds ticked on. He had never been on his own! Mr. Bubbles had always been there with him!

"No, no, no, no! Mr. Bubbles please!" He shrieked out in pure agony. This wasn't suppose to happen! No one was suppose to be able to defeat them! His head jerked up when he heard footsteps coming towards him. His eyes widen and terror shot right through him as the monster came closer to him. What was he suppose to do? Mr. Bubbles had always been the one to protect him! Snapping out of it he scrambled then quickly ducked behind Mr. Bubbles' helmet. It didn't do much good as the Slicer had already seen him. Within moments he was snatched up by them. A scream left him as he struggled against the Slicer. "No, no! Let me go!" He cried out shoving at the Slicer's chest. His screams echoed through the hollow halls, catching the nearby attention of another Big Daddy.

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Mass Effect Rp! Looking for 18+ Only Peeps!

Looking for anyone to play as Kaidan Alenko, Garrus Vakarian, Steve Cortez, Jeff 'Joker' Moreau, James Vega, Urdnot Wrex, or Grunt. If this interests you please message me on discord @2tiredboi. Please if you do reply be able to do at least 2 to 3 paragraphs.

I am wanting to do this roleplay after the Reaper War. Maybe a year afterwards. It took them almost half of it to find and rescue Shepard. Yes, Shepard is badly injured and is currently healing from those injures. Thing is he was in a coma for six or seven months. We will start where Shepard wakes up from the coma. Yes, they are in a pre-established relationship. So their reaction to Shepard waking up is all up to you. I am willing to take OCs, human or any type of species really. I will post the stuff about my Shepard below. Warning ahead of time, he suffered a lot of injuries everything. Broken and cracked bones, brain damage from the lack of oxygen and blood flow to it, losing an arm and a leg from being crushed under rubble. He's not in a good condition so beware.

Now, here is my information for my Shepard. His name is Andrew Shepard, goes by Drew for short. He is nearing forty years old as he as at the age of thirty eight. He is around 6'0. He is a Colonist, a War Hero and an Infiltrator, strictly Paragon as well. He had short dark brown hair with the sides shaves, but that's long grown out unevenly as long with use to be light stubble on his face. His skin tone is bronze type of tone and his eyes are these pale blue color that pop out. His face is similar to that of the default Shepard's, but a bit thinner with a tad larger nose. He use to be built with a good amount of muscle, but being in the coma definitely made him loss quite a bit of his muscle mass and fat.

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It all had happened so fast. His whole body felt like it had been torn to shreds, but he kept pushing on. This war with the reapers had to end! No more lives will be lost to those damn things after this day! It did make his heart ache to realize he would be leaving everyone behind once he made his choice (which was to destroy). Leaving (y/c) behind probably was the worst of it but he had to do this. For him and his family. He would not let Anderson's sacrifice go to waste either! It absolutely destroyed him knowing the man he had come to know as a good friend and even saw as a father figure that he had known for so long was now dead. Body left behind as Shepard forced his way to his destination.

His decision was final. He choice to destroy the Reapers. If he did not no one would survive this war. Too many lives had been lost already and he would not allow anymore to! More pain seared through his entire body as the structure around him crumbled and collapsed. This was worth it. This was all worth it so those he loved and cared for would be free from this horrendous war. He was content with losing his life to protect them all. What he did not know in that moment that he would somehow survive all of this.

The news of Commander Shepard being found broke through the entire galaxy in a storm. Blurry video footage was show as a rescue team dug him out of layers of rubble. There was a very still eerie few minutes as one checked for his heart beat or even his pulse. In relief it was announced that the Commander was alive, barely but alive!

With how serious his injuries were Andrew did not wake for a long time. His body was in awful shape and the moment he had arrived at the medical facility he was rushed into urgent surgery where the doctors worked on him for *hours*. His left arm and leg having to be amputated due to the excessive damage done to the limbs. They would not heal in the state they were in, so they took the best route that would help the man survive. Even after he was finally out of surgery he still had not awoken. Months passed and hope began to fade that he ever would. Yet, it seemed no one could ever truly keep Commander Shepard down.

It was almost a year later when Andrew finally stirred to consciousness. There was a faint pain pulsing through his body, but it compared nothing to how it was before. Wait. He was feeling pain...? His eyes were forced open soon after that thought and he felt so many crashing in him at once. Where was he? He wasn't dead? How was he not dead? Was that even possible? He should have died in that explosion! He had calculated the rate of his survival and it had been zero!His thoughts are torn away from him when footsteps catch his ears. He couldn't stop himself as his blue eyes slowly moved to the door, head tilting a little to get a better view on who was coming to his room. When that door open and a familiar voice spilled into the silence he felt the stir of so many emotions go through him like a tsunami. He opened his mouth, throat dry and aching from disuse yet it didn't stop him from speaking the name of the man that held his heart. "(Y-Yn),"

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Homestuck Adult GamKar RP

!Message me on here or discord 2tiredboi if this interests you!

(Karkat looking for a Gamzee. Hoping for some red-pale shipping. They won the game and they got their home planet back, but shit happens and its like their back in Ancestor time. Feferi lost her head and became like the Condesce which everyone was afraid of. Gamzee and Karkat were once matesprits, but after the whole thing Karkat breaks it off and tells him they can't be seen together due to his blood. They are adults in this! So heads up. Anyways They still have feelings for each other and Gamzee took the role of his ancestor. Gamzee in his free time tries to find Karkat and he wants him back. You can make Gamzee sober, crazy, whatever. Just no hard core shit kay? They're probably in their late 20s.

Karkat looks like this; http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/111/5/5/karkat_rebel_ref1_by_spriteocarina-d4x4pdx.png)

When they had one the game everything was fine and calm. Everyone was happy and relaxing for awhile. That was 7 years ago. Now shit was bad and it was like they took the places of their ancestors. Feferi had lost her mind and started to become violent and hateful towards the lowbloods and specially to Karkat. His mutation was bright as day, but its been like that since he pupated. Karkat remembered how things were before she lost it. He and Gamzee had switched from their pale quadrant to the red quadrant. The game had put shit between them, but they managed to stay close.

But after things went downhill Karkat broke it off. He had to protect Gamzee from his own fate. "I'm red for you Gamzee, but my fate is my own to follow." He sounded like he had grown and he did. The game pushed his foul mouth side into a pit filled with fire. That side of Karkat was gone and all that was left was a strong troll who cared about his friends and his freedom.

Karkat stayed to himself most of the time. He hated company because every time he had it he was afraid they'd be caught and culled. Anyone to come in contact with Karkat would be culled. Even if it was a simple hello, but the mutant blood never forgot his ex-matesprit that was with him thick and thin. His eyes would tear up at the good memories. Where everything was okay and he was safe in the arms of his Indigo matesprit, but now he was alone and following his fate.

It had been almost two sweeps since he had last seen any of his friends. Being alone for so long made him crave some kind of contact, but he knew things would go downhill I he even tried to start a conversation with some other troll. Right now he was curled up in a cave trying to get some sort of rest. Pain seeped through his head and amount the cuts he had gotten from an earlier fight. Today was just not his day.. Oh how did it get worse? Well he had been found and dragged to the Grand Highblood's hive. Of course he was angered by this, but he stayed silent and let himself eye dragged off to where he knew his ex-matesprit/moirial was.

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Aged Up South Park RP! Playing as Craig Tucker, looking for some to play as Kenny, Kyle, Stan, Clyde or Token. Warning! The starter will contain some homophobic slurs due to fucking Cartmen. This will be the only time these will be shown. Message me on here or discord 2tiredboi if this interests you!

Just a random roleplay I came up with so I had an excuse to be Craig. Shipping is wanted so be any of the characters above who you would ship him with. Cursing, flipping off people, and cigarette smoking will be a thing. Their relationship can be pre-established or not. Up to you. I don't mind either. I will also say there is a homophobic slur in the starter but that will be the only one I will ever type in this roleplay so please don't pass this up because of that,

My headcanons; Craig grows up to be around 5'8, he's hair is this shiny black color, shaggy and his bangs are in the stupid 'emo' style that people decided to call it. His eyes are this bright amber color that seems to glow in the dark sometimes. His skin tone is dark, sun kissed as I've seen the tone called. He has freckles that cover every inch of his body. His body type is thin, has a bit muscles to him so he isn't a string bean. Guy has piercings for DAYS. Multiple in each ear, snake bites, tongue, and hell even his nipples. Paints his nails because fuck gender stereotypes. Still the hugest space nerd, adores anything that has to do with space and does enjoy increasing his knowledge on it. HUGE animal lover like Stan is, something they found out they had in common when Craig met Sparky when they were younger. He continues to have Guinea Pigs as pets because they have become his favorite animal. He still the most hot headed guy in school besides Eric and is stubborn as hell. He does not hesitate to pick fights with anyone who deserves it.

Reference Picture- 

https://imgur.com/a/qB6wes9

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Craig Tucker was one of those guys who didn't give a shit what you thought about him. It was different when it came to his friends. That was a line you did not step over unless you wanted your teeth to get knocked out. Of course there was always that one fucker who did cross the line. Who that fucker was, was no other then Eric fucking Cartman. The biggest asshole and idiot of their school. Telling that fat ass off was a day to day event that happened and today was no different than any other. 

"Cartman, if you don't shut your god damn mouth!" Craig spat glaring at the other. "What are you going to do Craig? Slap me like some sissy fag?" Cartman taunted the other with that taunting smirk of his. That was it. Craig swung at the other without another thought. His fist connect with Cartman's face with all the pent up rage he felt. Cartman stumbled back as Craig squeezed his fists tighter. "Go fuck yourself Cartman! Next time you try to run your mouth about (y/c) again I won't stop at one hit!" With that being said the black haired teen stormed off, away from Cartman and the small crowd that had formed.

He was still fuming by the time he got outside of the school with the side door that was located near the cafeteria. Craig knew he would be suspended for at least a week but he seriously could give less of a shit! That fat ass deserved to get his teeth knocked out! Gritting his teeth he pulled a cigarette out of the pack he had then lit it with his plain, dark blue lighter. Leaning against the brick wall he put it to his lips and took a long drag. Fuck that asshole and fuck anyone else who wanted to talk shit about his friends. When he heard the door open he glanced up and scoffed. "What the hell do you want?" He said this without knowing who it was. 

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Aged up South Park Roleplay. Everyone will be seventeen years or older in this. Looking for someone to play Kenny!

So I had an idea. You know how Kenny always dies and comes back and no one remembers? Well I was thinking what if one day Kyle remembered every single time that Kenny died? Like they're once again in a dire situation and this time Kyle sacrifices himself to keep Kenny safe? With that sacrifice he got the memories of Kenny dying all those time which of course would mean a mental/emotional break down. If you can handle that and are interested message me on here or discord 2tiredboi! Also it is up to you whether Kenny and Kyle are already together or are just in a very close friendship.

Headcanons for Ky are his eyes are two different colors, his right eye is brown and his left eye is green. His skin is milky pale and he has freckles scattered all around. He has them on his shoulders, cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. His ears are pierced and secretly his bellybutton is pierced too (he lost a bet). He gets up to be around 5'6ft. He starts to wear his hair back in a ponytail due to him growing it out so it wasn't big and poofy anymore. His sexuality is pansexual since I see him as more focusing on someone's personality than their looks or gender. He is still is a smart kid but because of all the shit that they went through as kids he is somewhat mentally unstable, has PTSD thanks to their childhood.

Personality wise he's still the same. Intelligent, slightly naive, hard-headed, but he can be a huge sweetheart and caring guy. He has gotten a hit more violent in the last couple years due to Cartman messing with him more. He easily gets into fist fights with Cartman and usually they both end up pretty beat up.

He usually wears baggy hoodies that are usually dark green, black, or grey. His t-shirts usually vary on how he feels that day. Ripped dark blue or black jeans, and most of the time he wears black high top converse or worn black combat boots unless it's cold as shit and snowing then he wears dark brown lace up snow boots.

Look Reference Pic- https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c1/26/c8/c126c8335fb9ada2ea2730e6bf4ae352.jpg

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How the hell did they always get these situations? He seriously would have thought they would have stopped getting into this crap once they reached middle school! There was a crazy person holding a gun, pointing it at them. They had just walked into a gas station that was getting robbed. All they wanted was some snacks! What the fuck man?! Kyle was tense as he stood between Stan and Kenny. This guy was definitely on the verge of shooting someone and where his gun was pointed he knew who it would be. 

Something told him to move in front of Kenny and he did without hesitation. Protecting those he cared about was something he didn't hesitate to do. He heard the gun going off and then an extremely sharp pain exploding through his chest. The pain rocked him to his core, making him drop to his knees with a loud pained cry. He barely got a glimpse of blood bleeding into the fabric of his green jacket. Faintly he could hear his name being called and hands grabbing onto him. The last thing he saw before everything faded out was Kenny's (eye color) eyes staring at him in shock in disbelief. 

Kyle now stood in front of the Grim Reaper when he reopened his eyes, darkness surrounded the two. The death bringer moved closer to him before reaching out and touching his head. All he could hear was, 'Remember' in a deep raspy voice. And remember is exactly what he did. Memories pooled into his head like a tsunami. Every single time Kenny died was now shown to the ginger. Every gruesome bloody one, every instant one.. All of them flooded through his head. 

He jolted awake with a sharp gasp, head absolutely pounding and heart aching like there was no tomorrow. He remembered things that were absolutely fucking horrifying. He remembered every single time that Kenny had died. In every way possible. Instant, torture.. It was awful! God, he could see and smell the blood! He chocked out sob as he covered his mouth. How was it possible for Kenny and to die so many times and somehow come back the next day? It made no sense! Oh god he felt like he was going to puke! His breathing and heartbeat started to pick up as he started on the verge of a mixture of an anxiety and panic attack. Okay Kyle, just breathe before the alarm went off! Everything will be okay. Right? He'd just  have to talk to Kenny about this.. Wait. Where was he exactly? The ginger blinked out of his shock and finally got to look around his surroundings. Oh. He was at the hospital... He glanced at his chest and everything came back to him. He had gotten shot. He had protected Kenny and got shot. Was everyone okay? Was Kenny okay? His head jerked up when he heard the door to his room open. When he saw who it was his panic immediately melted away. "Kenny, you're okay."

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Aged Up South Park Roleplay! Looking for any the characters listed as cis male; Kenny McCormick, Stan Marsh or Craig Tucker. Message me on here or discord 2tiredboi if this interests you!

Warning! There will be mentions of blood, violence, and injury. There will be usage of alcohol, cigarette smoking, and Marijuana smoking (just in case someone is actually triggered by it). Kyle will have quite a bit of mental health issues so that's a thing as well to be warned about.

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I love South Park and I love playing as Kyle so here I am with an aged up South Park roleplay. I'm looking for a mixture of a lot of shit. Fluff, shipping, a shit ton of Angst, Some Smut (optional tbh).. The characters listed are the people I ship Kyle with. If I need to put a list on who I prefer more I would say Kenny, Craig, Stan, Token, and Clyde. Everyone will either be seventeen or eighteen just so you know.

Headcanons for Ky are his eyes are two different colors, his right eye is brown and his left eye is green. His skin is milky pale and he has freckles scattered all around. He has them on his shoulders, cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. His ears are pierced and secretly his bellybutton is pierced too (he lost a bet). He gets up to be around 5'6ft. He starts to wear his hair back in a ponytail due to him growing it out so it wasn't big and poofy anymore. His sexuality is pansexual since I see him as more focusing on someone's personality than their looks or gender. He is still is a smart kid but because of all the shit that they went through as kids he is somewhat mentally unstable, has PTSD thanks to their childhood.

Personality wise he's still the same. Intelligent, slightly naive, hard-headed, but he can be a huge sweetheart and caring guy. He has gotten a hit more violent in the last couple years due to Cartman messing with him more. He easily gets into fist fights with Cartman and usually they both end up pretty beat up.

He usually wears baggy hoodies that are usually dark green, black, or grey. His t-shirts usually vary on how he feels that day. Ripped dark blue or black jeans, and most of the time he wears black high top converse or worn black combat boots unless it's cold as shit and snowing then he wears dark brown lace up snow boots.

Look Reference Pic- https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c1/26/c8/c126c8335fb9ada2ea2730e6bf4ae352.jpg

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Life never once had gotten easier. Not one fucking bit. It got worse and worse til one day Kyle couldn't take it anymore. That day was the day he just got up and left. Leaving nothing behind. Not a note, not a text. Nothing. He was just gone one day and that one day spanned into several weeks. Three to be exact.

Once everyone noticed he was gone his phone started to blow up with calls, voicemails, and texts. His parents, his friends, even Ike blew up his phone panicking about where he had gone. He didn't reply to any of them besides one. It had been from his boyfriend, (y/c). Asking him where the hell he was and demanding answers. All he could simply muster up as a response was 'escaping'. That was it. The last message he ever sent someone for the next three weeks. What happened next was just a huge freaking blur. He couldn't remember what happened at all.

When the third week had passed Kyle finally came back to South Park. He couldn't stay away for ever. This was his life and everyone he knew was here. There was no escaping reality. Once the bus dropped him off he immediately made his way to (y/c)'s house. Trudging along the side walk, under the ugly yellow street lights with his duffle bag over his shoulder. He had to see him and explain what had happened. Why he left and why he had ignored everyone and everything. When he finally arrived he was extremely hesitant, but managed to push down his anxiety and knocked on the door. Waiting patiently and anxiously until the door opened. A nervous, small wave was given along with an apologetic smile. "Hey dude.. I'm back."

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Warnings: A Lot Of Cussing, Some Violence, and Underage Smoking and Drinking  

Characters Wanted (Not in any specific order): Craig Tucker, Kenny McCormick, Stan Marsh, Goth Kids (Michael or Pete)

(Aged up (17+) South Park Roleplay, Message me on here or discord 2tiredboi if interested!

Not going to ship kids together so they are all 17 years old or older.

I'm bored as hell and need new roleplays since all of mine have gone dry. So I'm going to roleplay as Kyle. You can be any of the characters that have been listed. I WILL NOT TAKE A CARTMAN. I HATE THAT FAT ASSHOLE AND I DONT SHIP HIM WITH ANYONE.

/Cough/ Shipping is a definite want but it's up to you if they are already together or we lead up to it. Just tell me beforehand what you want to do.

Headcanons for Ky are his eyes are two different colors, his right eye is brown and his left eye is green. His skin is milky pale and he has freckles scattered all around. He has them on his shoulders, cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. His ears are pierced and secretly his bellybutton is pierced too (he lost a bet). He gets up to be around 5'6ft. He starts to wear his hair back in a ponytail due to him growing it out so it wasn't big and poofy anymore. His sexuality is pansexual since I see him as more focusing on someone's personality than their looks or gender. He is still is a smart kid but because of all the shit that they went through as kids he is somewhat mentally unstable, has PTSD thanks to their childhood.

Personality wise he's still the same. Intelligent, slightly naive, hard-headed, but he can be a huge sweetheart and caring guy. He has gotten a hit more violent in the last couple years due to Cartman messing with him more. He easily gets into fist fights with Cartman and usually they both end up pretty beat up.

He usually wears baggy hoodies that are usually dark green, black, or grey. His t-shirts usually vary on how he feels that day. Ripped dark blue or black jeans, and most of the time he wears black high top converse or worn black combat boots unless it's cold as shit and snowing then he wears dark brown lace up snow boots.

Look Reference Pic- https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c1/26/c8/c126c8335fb9ada2ea2730e6bf4ae352.jp)

When Kyle Broflovski was pissed you do not push him even more. Why? Well, there was multiple possibilities of what could happen. He either cussed you out, punched the living shit out of you, or he simply walks away. Yet when it came to Eric Cartman he usually would do all of the above in one go. In that exact order too. Today was just one of those days that all of that happened. Cartman just had to run his mouth. Kyle had already been in a foul mood with recent events that happened earlier that morning so Cartman just pushed him over his limit. Making him punch the ever living shit out of the fat asshole then stormed off in a fit of anger.

With that stress and the more stress of High School Kyle had taken up the habit of smoking. It wasn't a healthy stress reliever at all but fuck it was the only one he had at the moment. It was also one he kept hidden from everyone. Especially his parents. God, his mom would kill him if she found out!

Tugging his hood over his head he then lit the cigarette that was located between his lips. 'Stupid fucking Cartman! Why of all days does he have to run his damn mouth?' He thought angrily in his head. The principal was definitely going to call his mom unless they were sick of him too and didn't. Which would probably happen. Everyone was honestly done with that asshole.. Taking a drag he pressed his head back against the brick wall. Totally not noticing the new company he had.

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Token x Clyde RP

Message me on here or Discord 2tiredboi if interested in roleplaying this with me! Looking for someone to play Token!

So I doubt this will get answered but what the hell. I really want to do a Clyde x Token roleplay. The two will start off as best friends / super close friends and work up to the boyfriend status. So the plot of this is Clyde and Bebe had a serious relationship (or so he thought, she was just using him for his popularity) since elementary school going for awhile but out of the blue Bebe breaks up with Clyde. Clyde is an emotional mess and ends up calling Token because they're a lot closer to each other than they are with Tweek or Craig.

I have a few headcanons for Clyde that I would like to throw out there. He's an emotional guy and had a big heart. He cares very deeply about his small group of friends and tends to be there for them when they need some sort of emotional support, a shoulder to cry on or just someone to talk to. Clyde is Bisexual and completely open with his personality. He'll flirt with anyone that seems to perk his interest. Yet he will never do so if he is in a relationship. He is very loyal to his significant other and will never cheat. He is still the popular guy since it just fits well with his character for me.

Physical head canons for him. His hair is chestnut brown, eyes are a deep green color, and his skin tone his pale with a few freckles scattered across his cheeks.. He does have freckles scattered across his cheeks too. He does have a scar from when Cartman kicked him out of his treehouse which had injured him very badly. He will be around 5'6-5'7, he's a bit on the chubby side since I've noticed he likes to eat but he is active so it's a good balance for him. His ear lobes are pierced with some simple black studs and he has a barbell tongue piercing.

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This was honestly a nightmare. Everything had been perfect just a day ago! So why did she.. Why did she break up with him? He had tried his best to be the bestest boyfriend he could be, but he guessed that wasn't good enough.. Clyde had been dating Bebe since elementary school. For years they did have their ups and downs but they always made it through them. So what brought her to break it off with him? He hadn't cheated nor ever showed any other person he was interested in them that way! Maybe she hadn't stayed faithful? Maybe the guilt of cheating on him was too much to bare for her?

No! No fucking way! Bebe would never have cheated on him! Or would she..? Those thoughts alone brought tears to his eyes. It torn his heart apart just thinking like this. She broke his heart! God, he should have listened to everyone when they told him she would just end up breaking his heart. Sobbing loudly he curled into himself. "Bebe why? Wa-Was I not good enough?" He sniffled and rubbed away the tears. Yet they just kept coming. They wouldn't stop. It hurt so fucking bad! He needed Token. He needed his friend.. He couldn't do this alone. Moving a hand from his chest he reached out and grabbed his phone he had dropped onto his bed side table. After reading the text he didn't even want to touch it, but this was the only way to get a hold of Token.

With a shaky finger he unlocked his phone and hit the dial button on Token's number. His vision blurred and he couldn't help but let out a sob. That was what Token first heard when he answered his phone. A truly broken sob coming from Clyde's mouth. "To-Token?" He hiccupped and clutched tightly onto his phone. "Could you please come over? I-I need you."

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South Park Aged Up Roleplay!

This Roleplay will contain depression, underage drinking, and underage smoking. I am looking for someone to play Kenny McCormick, Kyle Broflovski, Craig Tucker or Wendyl Testaburger. Message me on here or my discord 2tiredboi if interested!

Love South Park and love some angst shippy roleplays so here I am. I will be playing Stan Marsh. I'm looking for anyone listed above. The only person I am taking that is trans male is Wendyl. Everyone else will be cis male. Everyone will also be 17+ so all will be in high school. Headcanons for Stan are listed below.

Headcanons:

Look wise he stands pretty tall. Around 5'9 or 5'10. His black hair is a bit longer and style towards the right of his face. His left side of his hair is shaved, so he kind of has the punkish style going for him. His eyes a deep blue-almost green color and his skin is pale. Kid has piercings for days. Multiple in his ears, tongue, and yep. Even his dick is pierced but that wasn't on purpose. He got drunk at a party, Craig dared him to do it and he did it. He regrets it but wears it anyway. He is thin and has some muscles on him from when he use to play football. He doesn't anymore and has actually taken a liking to playing the guitar (it helps him when his depression gets way too difficult to handle).

He actually became friends with the goth kids again and they call him Raven still. He isn't "goth" but he does go back behind the school and smoke with them. He hangs out with them too. He even got a tattoo of a raven on his back (http://www.tattoo-spirit.de/ts/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/Raven-Tattoos-Raben-Idea-001.jpg) which no one really knows about it besides Kenny, Kyle, and the goth kids. His nails are painted black, he wears black leather fingerless gloves, and his outfits usually consist of dark colored clothing. Black, dark blue, dark grey, sometimes indigo or deep red. Outfits usually are either a hoodie, ripped up jeans, and black worn combat boots. Hell, if he feels like it he'll wear a choker and not give a shit.

Majorly weird/random headcanon, he secretly loves flower crowns. He also loves stuffed animals, especially dog ones (as he still as a huge soft spot for animals), if given one he'll play it off like 'yeah, okay thanks' but inside he's freaking out because its adorable and he loves it.

Stan suffers from depression from time and time again. A lot of times it can be crippling which always ends of with him locking himself away from everyone and staying in his room. A lot of times he uses alcohol to help him which was something he got from watching his dad drink over the years, but his healthy coping mechanism is usually playing his guitar. It helps him and makes him focus on something other than the rage of emotions he feels.

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Depression was something Stan Marsh fought with every day of his life. Some days were easier than others, some were harder. Today was one of those days where his depression had knocked the wind out of him completely. He didn't budge from his bed when his alarm went off for school or even when his mom came up to check on him. She tried to get him up, but once she realized it was one of those days she simply kissed the top of his head and left him alone. It had become a natural thing for her to do after the first few times dealing with his depression. When he got into this kind of state there was no way to get him up and going. He would just lay in bed all day.

Shifting he rolled on to his side and curled up into the wall that his bed was pressed against. Today was going to be hard. That worthless feeling washed over him like a tidal wave. He was nothing, but a burden to everyone around him. How could his boyfriend even love him when he was always like this? Stan dug his nails into his arms as tears pricked his eyes. Did they even really love him or did they just put up with him? Without really realizing it he had reached over and grabbed his phone. Fingers skillfully unlocking it then bringing up his text messages. When he got into this state of mind he always asked probably the most hurtful question he could ask the other. 'Do you really love me?'

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AGED UP Stenny RP

(South Park Aged Up Roleplay! Looking for a Kenny for some Stenny (Stan x Kenny)! This Roleplay will contain mentions of character deaths!  Message me on her or discord 2tiredboi if interested!

What if Kenny's curse gets passed down onto someone else? Example being Stan sacrifices himself to save Kenny's life and dies doing so, but tada next day he's back and the only one who remembers him dying is Kenny. Then a few months pass and Kenny realizes that now Stan has his curse as he dies now instead of him. Thing is he gets scars from each time he dies. They don't go away. They stay. Stan will also remember each time that Kenny had died so this will definitely be a bonding experience for the two.

My headcanons for Stan are down below. I edited them to fit this Roleplay.

Look wise he stands pretty tall. Around 5'9 or 5'10. His black hair is a bit longer and style towards the right of his face. His left side of his hair is shaved, so he kind of has the punkish style going for him. His eyes a deep blue-almost green color and his skin is pale. Kid has piercings for days. Multiple in his ears, tongue, and yep. Even his dick is pierced but that wasn't on purpose. He got drunk at a party, Craig dared him to do it and he did. He regrets it but wears it anyway. His thin and has some muscles on him from when he use to play football. He doesn't anymore and has actually taken a liking to playing the guitar.

He actually became friends with the goth kids again and they call him Raven still. He isn't "goth" but he does go back behind the school and smoke with them. He even got a tattoo of a raven on his back (http://www.tattoo-spirit.de/ts/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/Raven-Tattoos-Raben-Idea-001.jpg) which no one really knows about it besides Kenny, Kyle, and the goth kids. His nails are painted black, he wears black leather fingerless gloves, and his outfits usually consist of dark colored clothing. Black, dark blue, dark grey, sometimes indigo or deep red. Outfits usually are either a hoodie, ripped up jeans, and black worn combat boots. Hell, if he feels like it he'll wear a choker and not give a shit.

Majorly weird/random headcanon, he secretly loves flower crowns. He also loves stuffed animals, especially dog ones (as he still as a huge soft spot for animals), if given one he'll play it off like 'yeah, okay thanks' but inside he's freaking out because its adorable and he loves it.)

There was no thoughts going through his head when he had stepped in front of Kenny. All he wanted to do was protect one of his best friends and that's what he did. The bullet pierced right through his heart. The pain was unimaginable and as he was falling back he felt arms wrapped around him. "Stan! Stan!" His name was being called but he couldn't answer. He tried but. His body didn't even move. The last image he saw that night was Kenny's bright blue eyes staring down at him in shock. What happened next was unexpected. He was standing in front of the grim reaper in a dark place. There was no light to be seen but he easily could make out the figure in front of him.

"You've saved his life, but now can you save your own?"

It's been a five months since that day. Since he threw himself in front of Kenny and saved his life. He didn't regret doing it because the moment he woke up the next day he remembered every single time Kenny's life was taken. Now, he went through this. He was killed like Kenny had been. Whether it was an accidental or some mad man having blood lust. Yesterday's death had been horrible. His body had scars now on his neck and where his limbs connected to his body. It had been gruesome. It made his stomach churn just looking at the scars. When his bedroom slammed open he jumped and turned to see Kenny looking frantic. Kenny remembered him dying. It seemed yesterday's death scared him just as much as it scared Stan. "Hey, Ken. Morning." He greeted his friend with a tired smile.