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Granted, but the people you care about the most know what you did the first time around and, consequently, what you're doing differently. I wish I could never make a typo again.

Stress relief

I'd steal some of her pizza. Mua-ha-ha!

Because I'm a moderator for the club. IsabellaRose assigned me the role when the club was made. Edit: If you go to the "Members" tab, you can see the "Leader" rank under my name.

My pleasure! It's about time I actually started doing some leadership stuff in this club lol

Well, I usually just go down the list of existing characters to see if one both intrigues me and is available to roleplay with. If I find one, I send the creator an EcchiText asking if they want to roleplay in a thread. If I don't find one, I tend to write an open-ended post in one of the "open" topics. While IsabellaRose and I had agreed to roleplay beforehand, you can see that I made such a post at the start of the Pet Store thread.

Planning in PMs is pretty standard, actually. I'd be more surprised to see it done in public.

Truthfully, the club could use more activity in general. People have made characters, sure, but they don't seem to be reaching out to one another or even joining the "open" threads. It's... odd and somewhat concerning.

Granted, but you have to flap your arms the whole time. I wish I had some ice cream!

Having been somewhat distracted by his own thoughts, Oogalloo failed to notice the human walking up to him until she waved her hand in front of two of his eyestalks. He started, scuttling backwards a few inches as his tentacles retracted defensively towards his central mass, before realizing taking a closer look at the source of his sudden scare. The human in question had pale hair (blonde, he thought it was called) and, judging by the pronounced curves it sported, appeared to be one the females of the species. The blob that passed for his heart beat faster in the center of his disk; he hadn't expected anyone to approach him so soon, especially not a beauty such as this woman. Tentacle monsters were one of the few species in the galaxy to feel attraction to other species as a rule and not just a rare fetish, and Oogalloo certainly was no exception. He had to work to keep himself from simply staring at her. "H-hello, Jenny" he chirped, a bit bashfully. He was no stranger to sex, of course, having done what all tentacle monsters naturally do and raped his way across a plethora of planets, but he had never been approached by the other party before and it was throwing him off-balance. He was just glad that he had managed to say anything at all; human speech was very tough for a being with his physiology due to not possessing anything resembling vocal cords. Instead he made do by vibrating a small patch of skin on his outer surface, a process that had taken him the entire journey over from Tentaculus II to learn. Unfortunately it meant that his "human voice" was somewhat high-pitched, though thankfully not to the point of being squeaky. He supposed that with additional practice he could learn how to use a larger patch of skin and consequently lower his human voice. "My name is Oogalla Oogalloo," the tentacle monster in question continued. "But my friends call me Oogie." His whole mass flushed a darker shade upon hearing that she had noticed him; it really was quite a new experience to the poor tentacle monster, actually being appreciated by a potential mate. Remembering his plan, he rummaged around the paper bag concealed between his tentacles before pulling out a beautiful bouquet of... cauliflower. The human at the grocery store had looked at him somewhat funny when he had asked her to make one, saying something about it being, "not the right kind of flower," but he persevered and eventually slithered out of the store with a fresh bouquet. He hoped Jenny liked it. "T-these are for you, Jenny..."

Oogalloo Oogalla, proud Disk Tentacle Monster and banjo player extraordinaire, slithered his way through the specially-designed front door of the impromptu "pet store." Like most tentacle monsters, his emotions were hard to read for other species, but anyone who knew him would have noticed the slight tension in his manipulators. The reason was simple: he was, to put it bluntly, nervous. Nervous because he had decided that today was the day he was finally going to look for a mate. Today he would, with luck, get to find out what the love of a human was truly like, and perhaps even find a companion for life. As he made his way into the main lobby, Oogalloo's four eyestalks swiveled to and fro in an attempt to take in as much of the busy scene as possible. There was an almost unbelievable variety of humans here; tall ones, short ones, thin ones, wide ones, ones with big breasts, small breasts, and even a select few without breasts at all. It was enough to make his central mass feel dizzy. Still, none of the humans really stood out to him, even though he caught a few of them throwing curious glances his way. Absently, he waved a manipulator tentacle to a fellow native of Tentaculus II; the other waved back, escorting two giggling women towards the heavy-duty elevator that led to the other floors. He quirked two of his four fleshy eyebrows and continued lurching along. Surely there had to be someone who would catch his eye...

Aight. Floor 5. I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing. Let's roll. LOL NOPE I'M A DUMBASS NEVER MIND XD

OK, due to poor planning by a certain person with a tree in their profile picture, Oogalloo will not, in fact, be available this evening. Instead, he will make his debut tomorrow. He wishes to convey his sincere apologies for this inconvenience and hopes that Jenny won't be too upset.

Oogalloo is currently a little occupied upselling a very nice 6-burner plasma oven to a stockbroker, but he'd be happy to spend some time relaxing with her this evening.

Character Identity Information NOTE: I will add a reference image once I find one that's vaguely close. Name: Oogalloo Oogalla Age: 25 Gender: Male Species: Disk Tentacle Monster Origin/Nationality: Tentaculus II Occupation: Plasma Oven Seller and Repairman... er, Repair-Tentacle. Physical Appearance Height: Oogalloo is better measured in terms of width, in his case a respectable 6'10" in diameter. He is around 8 inches thick at the middle, tapering off towards the edges. Weight: 497 and 1/2 pounds. He checks every morning to make sure he doesn't break 500. Eye Color: Four eyestalks protrude from his front edge, a small, hummingbird-egg blue eye at the tip of each. Hair Color: None. It's said that a select few Disk Tentacle Monsters are able to grow a fine coat of fur on their central mass, but Oogalloo is not among their number. Number of Tentacles: 10; 6 primary and 4 auxiliary (see below for details). Physical Description: Oogalloo, like all Disk Tentacle Monsters, resembles a cross between a bean bag chair and a particularly large slug. As the name suggests, his main body is a domed disk about 8 inches thick in the center. 6 "primary" tentacles form a ring around the center, each one smooth and with a phallic tip. 4 "auxiliary" tentacles form a line behind his eyestalks; these are rougher in texture and feature deft manipulators at the ends for eating and precision manipulation. Personality, Traits and Abilities General Overview: Naturally, the foremost desire on Oogalloo's ring-shaped mind is engaging in intercourse with as many aliens as he possibly can. When he isn't pseudopod-deep in someone, he enjoys his job of selling and repairing high-end plasma ovens. How else are his clients supposed to cook their food, by using fire or something? Don't be absurd. Oogalloo also has a natural gift for playing the banjo. Strengths, Skills and Abilities: Oogalloo is capable of slithering along at a blistering two miles per hour, as well as clinging to nearly any wall or ceiling that isn't coated in Teflon. He also possesses an expert-level understanding of kitchen appliances and Earth bluegrass music. Weaknesses: He is, sadly, hopeless with operating any electronic devices more complicated than a toaster, with the exception of the equipment he uses for repairing ovens. Tickling the base of his tentacles is a great way to put him to sleep. Ambitions (Hopes/Dreams): Despite having had partners from a wide variety of species, he has yet to find that special someone. He wouldn't mind picking up a good recipe for potpourri along the way, either. Hobbies and Interests: Oogalloo enjoys playing his banjo in his spare time. Additionally, he runs a blog cataloging the cutest animals on every planet. Sexual Orientation: Bisexual with a slight lean towards female partners. Turn ons: Fluids of any kind; affirmations that he's doing a good job (poor guy's a little insecure). Turn offs: Vacuum cleaners. Don't ask. Extra Information Bio/Backstory: Oogalloo first slithered his way onto the plasma oven repair scene some eight years ago. Since then, he has become a bit of a minor celebrity on his home world of Tentaculus II (tentacle monsters take their food very seriously indeed). He began to grow dissatisfied with his life, however, and took a long vacation to go visit several worlds (and their inhabitants). When he got back, Glob was telling everyone who would listen about his experience on Earth. Oogalloo decided to pay Earth a visit; even if the people weren't as good as Glob had said, surely they could always use more plasma ovens, right? Now on Earth, Oogalloo is looking for that special someone that will make his pseudopods tingle like nobody else.

Ooh, this ought to be interesting. Artemis Fowl II/Is too badass for a codename - Leader & Planner (Artemis Fowl) Contacts on both sides of the law. A personal wealth measured in the billions A supergenius-level intellect. Taylor Hebert/Skitter - Infiltration (Worm) Control over any number of sufficiently simple-minded creatures (i.e. insects, spiders, politicians, etc.) within the radius of a few blocks. Gives exactly zero shits about anyone not in her immediate family or friend group. Victor von Doom/Dr. Doom - Combat Support & Technology Creation/Maintenance (Marvel) Metal, in every sense of the word. Brilliant inventor and expert in mystical matters. Is a mother fucking sorcerer. Hal Jordan/Green Lantern - Front-Line Fighting (Multi-Target Specialist) (DC) Can create arbitrary projections so long as his willpower holds out and he is not trying to affect something of the color yellow. An expert test pilot with nerves of steel. Has some seriously nice jewelry. Cú Chulainn/Lancer - Front-Line Fighting (Single Combat Specialist) (Fate/Stay Night) Superhuman strength and speed. Has a guaranteed one-hit-kill attack against a single enemy within short to medium range. Can almost certainly drink you under the table. Angela Ziegler/Mercy - Healing & Support (Overwatch) Actually has a medical license, unlike 80% of the healers in fiction. Literally brings people back from the dead if she gets there in time. Can boost the damage output of a single person within short range. Doesn't need no stinking plane to fly. Cute accent. Cute witch outfit. Cute.

The Codex Astartes does not support the blatant anti-slime discrimination going on in here. The Emperor is ashamed of all of you murderous villains <.<

@Lollipop I LIVE! Though I appear to have switched to writing in past tense in the meantime whoops. Brian, already somewhat overstimulated, moaned and groaned in ecstasy as Cherry throated his cock again and again. Lipstick and saliva mixed in a fluorescent, sticky pool that dripped down his shaft and onto his balls even as Cherry's deft fingers massaged them. He couldn't think; everything was lust and pleasure and warm and wet. "Oh God~ Cherry!" Watching the boy's head bob greedily on his shaft, feeling the slick tightness of his throat encase his erection over and over, hearing the lewd sounds that interaction caused - it was all too much for Brian. "Ch-Cherry... I'm comiiing!" His hips bucked, and, unable to resist any longer, Brian grabbed Cherry's head with both hands, roughly fucking his face for a dozen thrusts before hilting himself in the boy's throat. His dick pulsed in time with his orgasm, sending rope after rope of hot, thick cum straight into Cherry's waiting throat. Long seconds passed while Brian came. Finally, he pulled himself out from the staff member's mouth. His cock dripped saliva, lipstick, and semen onto the floor, but he couldn't bring himself to care. "Ah... thank you, Cherry..." he gasped; that orgasm had been incredibly intense. "Come with me... to my room?" He smiled and offered his hand to help Cherry stand.

I know nothing about Touhou, but I very much like this arrangement, done by the inimitable Cepheid.

I think I accidentally bumped elbows with my roommate a few days ago haha. I totally feel you there; I'm the mega-introvert and even I'm starting to wish I could, like, shake hands with someone or something. Shit's weird, yo. When was the last time you cooked something you had never cooked before?

My experience roleplaying with Elena so far has been nothing short of fantastic. She is quite adept at actively moving the scene forward, even with a submissive character. No dead fish here; every reply contains action, emotion, and intent. Sure, she isn't the kinkiest roleplayer out there, but what she does, she does very well indeed. In short, Elena is skilled, seductive, patient, consistent, and, most importantly, honest. It's a legitimate joy to roleplay with her and I look forward to every interaction.

Smooth operator

Pussy, certainly. Blindfold or no? Bleh, not really "this or that," sorry lol

A skilled writer and roleplayer, Reyna is quite adept at going with the flow, even when I do my usual bull-in-a-china-shop impression and knock the plot onto its metaphorical ass. Also, she's kinky. Very kinky. I haven't tried sticking a potato up her character's butt yet but she'd probably be cool with it. In all seriousness, Reyna doesn't just make a character and a scenario. She makes a world, then finds a way to fit the scene into it that still makes sense. Let her take you on an intricate, sensual adventure. You won't regret it. Warranty: 2 year limited. Transmission: 5 speed manual. 3rd gear sticks a little.

I am wearing full plate armor, similar to that typically used in Germany circa 1450 AD. My panties are fine chain-maille and jungle faintly whenever I take a step. I draw my zweihander and kneel, presenting it to you as a symbol of my fealty. "Come, my liege," I say in my gruff baritone. "The Franks are nearly upon us. Already the knaves have taken the Eastern Fortress." From behind me Tom Selleck approaches you, smiling gently. It puts out at ease, despite the dire situation. He leans in close to you and whispers that it's all right, he will take care of everything. Vaguely, you notice that his mustache has another, smaller mustache of its own. I stand and call for my soldiers. None of them answer. We are alone, you, me, and Tom Selleck's mustache's mustache. I level my wand at you and cast a spell of wisom. YOu begin to realize that this is all a horrible dream. Tom Selleck's mustache's mustache seems to smile as you realize the truth. I am Terry Crews.