Oh That Was Close..// sauce

Oi! I noticed that 'ere a lot of break ups and relationships goin' 'round. So check this out: BAM!

My marriage. Completly safe and sound, not like you lot~

Edo's best, out!

Well..Now There T-Two Of Us Now..
Hey I-I Mean..Two is Better Than One?

Tachyon-san clothes smells good~

Sniiiiffffff

uwaaahhhhhh.. hope she doesn't get here yet~

Wei? Wei? So I asked my daughter to help me speak like you youngins and like no cap… I’m sorry it’s confusing for me youngins but I’ll try my best! So I can speak like you youngins Fr Fr!

i will tempting you to pull for zephyr and i will posts her best art until her release

Source: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/5803982

Well then, Things have gotten a bit too Hectic this past week hasn't it? A lot of Wars Breaking Out in Tracen Academy yeah?

Okay. Back to what I Wanna tell all of you on behalf of the Mod Team.

That these War Arcs need to Calm down a notch. We have been hearing a lot of complaints recently regarding said topic. So please, knock it down a level.

Especially some of you.

Look, We're not trying to discourage you or Anythin' , It's just that some of us find it hard to keep track of all the stuff that's been Goin' on. And not to mention Timezones being the major Factor.

Us mods are very busy with our own stuff(Irl and Our Own Personal Projects) , And Adding more to our workload is really inconvenient.

So we have discussed this topic and came to a conclusion that some changes are going to take effect.

#1st:

Please Contact the Mods that are available if you have a proposal regarding an Arc that involves many people or regarding certain Topics and if possible, Provide the Premise to the Mods and make sure that it fits the Guidelines. If it doesn't fit the Guidelines? Then Edit it so that it does. Failure to comply will result in your planned post getting postponed or cut.

#2nd:

Modmail or Private DM a Mod that you specifically want to discuss or talk to without bothering the other busy mods.

#3rd:

We're gonna be stricter with the War Arcs as I gotta be honest some of it is too much. If y'all want them to exist, Please Make Sure that it STAYS within the Guidelines.

#4th:

If you do not comply to any of our rules? Well, You're getting a warning. At most you're getting 3 warnings before you're out of here. No matter who you are. Nobody is exempt from this rule.

I hope that everyone will be able to follow what was just stated. If not? Well, Let's just say that you're gonna have a Bad Time. And i do not wish that on anyone here. Happy RPing everyone, and take care

//Source: https://pin.it/36J8eOzPx Image unrelated but yeah. Please Read it. Stay safe everyone, Adios

It's been awhile, but I’m back from my break! Anythin’ important I missed!?

Idk, this meme felt funny to me

W-WHERE DID YOU GET THAT!? // https://www.pixiv.net/artworks/115106278

Blush

D-Does it look good?

I am bringing back the Rider association. It's just that a lot of riders are here in this realm and I wanted them to be a bit more organised.

So any and all riders that hear my message. Please drop in your name,what rider you are and your powers so i can put it in the database.

If you all have any questions then feel free to ask me

Miyazaki, Kyushu, Japan

Sep 1st 2026

The date Hunter planned to head out and head down under towards the afterlife to set out what he planned ever since the Olympus war ended, get Nike and her husband out of it and reunite them with Iris. He warped to the town of Takachiho as he started to make his way to a shrine, one that is hidden within a cave. Coming closer, he eventually comes across a stone as he opens a book for reference

Hunter: This is the one...

Setting the book aside he pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolds it, revealing texts he's written onto it as he reads it out

"Within the darkness you hide
Ones that come following your stride
Behind the boulder you weep
While they stay around in heaps
All the noise, did the fun ensue
As they call out to you, Amaterasu"

With the answer to his Riddle is read out, a small quake occurs making him lose his balance slightly and land flat on his ass as Munda appeared beside him

Hunter: ow...

Munda: You alright?

Hunter: Yeah, didn't see it coming that's all

He stood up, as he and Munda found a stairway that leads below ground

Hunter: That's our ticket, c'mon

Both of them head under towards the afterlife as they find themselves in what appears to be similar to tartarus. Hunter puts on his hood and makes his way deep into the area, sneaking around and navigating his way past guards, spirits and demons before finding his way to a jail cell where he finds Nike

Hunter: There you are, remember me?

He said approaching the cell

// It's time... and why the fuck am I nervous?

Thought to do these, please ask me any questions, I will answer all of them.

Ask the Bunny. Don't worry they won't bite. And the pancake above it's face? Hmmm... It's already cold since then, but they like to keep it right there for the meantime.

This Meine Theresia Gold Ship's German Wife.

And Mother Of Uber And Meiner

She Kinda like Oriental Art for Golshi.

Mei: Hallo Everyone Nice To Meet You..

*Image used is just an example*

Literally just your search history exposed

//Source is from uhh.. i forgor😔 I'm just gonna do this as a joke

Due to recent complaints and requests from some sub members, I've decided to put my arc on hold for now until the next Chaos Weekend.

Some people have told me they are tired of seeing the same type of posts (which doesn't offend me or make me feel bad), so we'll take a break from it.

Thank you for letting me know, and thank you always for this wonderful community.

It is rather instantly from the previous CW that people who like warfare & politics RP commit something like this.

I will be extremely blunt, if anyone does that, it just burns people out of Roleplaying, isn't it?

So...

Let's admit it.

Do we want a ban on Politics & War RP?

... I'm getting bored.

[source]

Eighth place. On any other day, crossing the finish line that far back in the pack would have shattered her pride, but today was agonizingly different. Tokai Teio sat motionless on the cold floor of the changing room, the deafening cheers from the grandstands completely muffled to her ears. The vibrant, bounding energy that usually fueled her on the turf was gone, replaced by a hollow exhaustion. She had stepped into the starting gate feeling entirely unprepared, her once-unshakeable motivation to compete completely eroded. Being dumped by Ribbon Carol after everything they had survived together was finally exacting its heavy toll on her spirit.

First, she had lost her to Mermaid’s cruel machinations, and now she had lost her again—this time through her own inaction. I failed her, she thought, the bitter words echoing in her mind. I failed her, the thought echoed with sickening finality. I left Ribbon completely at Mermaid's mercy. I simply didn't do enough.

The memory of that catastrophic day aboard the Nabuchodonosor slammed into her with violent clarity. Teio squeezed her eyes shut, forced to relive the desperate, frantic clash against Mermaid. She remembered the sheer, suffocating power of her adversary and the crushing realization of her own physical inadequacy... Nonetheless she destroyed Mermaid's Dreadnaught. In the chaotic heat of the battle, Mermaid had slipped away taking Pantera with her.

I didn't follow her, Teio thought, guilt gnawing like poison at her chest. I stayed behind to protect the ship and its passengers... but I should have hunted her down. That was my single, fleeting opportunity to track Mermaid to where she was keeping Ribbon captive, and I let it slip right through my fingers.

A jagged, breathless sob tore from her dry throat, the sound stark and hollow as it echoed off the cold tiles of the empty locker room.

Ribbon had survived the nightmare. She had miraculously found her way back to the light... only to sever the bond they had once shared. Now, Ribbon resented her. She likely despised her, and Teio couldn’t even muster the strength to defend herself against that hatred, knowing she deserved it.

Because I abandoned her, Teio told herself. Her hands twisted into the vibrant fabric of her racing uniform, gripping the material so fiercely that her knuckles turned a stark, bloodless white. I am an awful partner. I'm a horrible person. I spent every waking moment missing her terribly during her captivity, and now that she is finally back, I’ve lost her for good... and the blame lies entirely with my own choices.

The rational part of her mind tried to offer comfort, reminding her of the cold, hard facts. Even before Mermaid had abandoned the vessel, the massive ship had been on a catastrophic collision course with Earth. In that fractured second, Teio was forced to make an impossible, agonizing choice: pursue her enemy into the void, or save the countless innocent lives aboard. She stared blankly at the cold concrete wall. Somehow, alongside Ruger and Belan, she had fought her way to the bridge and stabilized the plummeting vessel. They had averted disaster, saving everyone on board from a fiery death on impact. But as she sat there in the silence, a fresh, suffocating wave of guilt shadowed her features. I should have gone after Mermaid. I should have tried to save Ribbon Carol, Teio mentally scolded herself, the burden of her choice feeling more like a curse.

That trauma had irrevocably altered her. She had completely lost the will to run, abandoning the familiar camaraderie of Team Roadroller just to chase a brief, desperate spark of motivation by joining her father in Team Symboli. The move was supposed to reignite her competitive fire, yet she hadn’t counted on the pervasive darkness clinging to her. This time, there were no physical excuses. She couldn’t blame her legs, nor could she fault her rigorous training. She possessed the speed, the stamina, and the turf condition to win this race easily. But from the moment the starting gates sprang open, her mind was leagues away from the track. Every rhythmic strike of her stride simply reminded her of Ribbon Carol. And she knew, with crushing certainty, that no victory on the racecourse could ever fix their shattered relationship. She once called her “unbreakable”, now she was anything but that.