I have found inspiration in exercise programs based off of sailor moon. It’s hard but fun!
So, I have a number of friends that I’ve started and stopped rps with. If that’s the case,
I’m sorry. I stopped suddenly for a while bc I got really sick. (╥╯^╰╥) If that applies, please message me be... View MoreSo, I have a number of friends that I’ve started and stopped rps with. If that’s the case,
I’m sorry. I stopped suddenly for a while bc I got really sick. (╥╯^╰╥) If that applies, please message me because I’d love to start things up again.
I’m trying to be active again but whew, being a barista is tough stuff
Looking for good rps is so hard nowadays 🥲
Voltare looks up and down at you and winks.
//Here goes nothing. If y’all like this starter, send me a message. Also, the starter’s in gender neutral pronouns in case someone wants me to play Volta as a stallion. Genres: Romance, Slice of Life,... View More//Here goes nothing. If y’all like this starter, send me a message. Also, the starter’s in gender neutral pronouns in case someone wants me to play Volta as a stallion. Genres: Romance, Slice of Life, Adventure(?)
The haze of an early summer day hung heavy upon the city, burdening its citizens with heat induced lethargy. The nearby cafés displayed the finest morsels and accompanying drinks to those who wandered by. On the corner of one unassuming lane, a small store. Blink and you’d miss it. If you were to take a closer look, a myriad of curious bobbles adorned the inside, the items glimmering in the reflection of the storefront window.
Inside lay a broad arrangement of stationery to satisfy the needs of all, from dreamy creatives, to frantic students, and even those of minimalist business-folk. The origins of each item were just as mysterious as the objects themselves. Some hailed from places like Saddle Arabia, the Far North, and much farther beyond the borders of Equestria. Others had more familiar origins, wares made from skilled craftsmen with small businesses of their own.
The shopkeep was a curiosity in themselves. A quiet, kind soul who held secrets of the city within a smile. Their eyes sparkled with tales of their travels and endeavors to collect items as rare as they are beautiful. The shopkeep swept the threshold of the quaint storefront, glancing through their mop of curls, lost in thought; a common occurrence for the pony. “Ah, maybe I should buy an iced tea before I catch my death in this heat,” they sighed heavily, leaning on the broom. #rp
aaaaa Why have I been losing rps left and right? :’))
Well... it looks like Volta’s cutie mark story is canon irl now! I entered an art competition and I submitted two of my poems and both were selected to be published into a book. So that makes me a poe... View MoreWell... it looks like Volta’s cutie mark story is canon irl now! I entered an art competition and I submitted two of my poems and both were selected to be published into a book. So that makes me a poet now. I still can’t believe it. And the fact that people like my mouth words... wow.
I find it hilarious that every time I log into CA, I have to make a new password because I’m constantly forgetting the old one. XD
An update to my status the other day:
My ex lost something precious to me and he got a mended sweater out of it. 🙃
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