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ㅤ.ᐟ ★ ㅤ 18–21 • lit / semi-lit roleplay
ㅤㅤㅤ❝ This is to thank you
ㅤㅤㅤㅤfor getting my socks
ㅤㅤㅤIt's a reward for you, right?~ ❞
ㅤ[ Для меня это тоже награда ]
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@_S0LITARYALYA_
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ☆ㅤ𝗔𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗮 𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗻𝗮 𝗞𝘂𝗷𝗼 ✧ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦 ʚ♡ɞ˚ ㅤ ㅤ
𝙠𝙚𝙡 𓂃𓈒𓏸 Beigetreten Nisan 2026
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sitting at the edge , alone in thought .
ignore the scorched earth below .
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Alya pauses mid sentence, her usual bright composure faltering for just a fraction of a second. Her blue eyes flicker with mild surprise at being read so easily.
❝ㅤ. . .Ara , you noticed?ㅤ❞
She exhales softly, one hand brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
❝ㅤIt’s nothing serious. Just… one of those mornings, I suppose.ㅤ❞
Leek the Saiyan@BlondOfSalasa
💛”Good mor—“ The Saiyan studies Alya’s face for a moment. Not the exact details, just the emotions behind it. To him, she doesn’t look like the morning she’s having is a good one. “…Aaare you ok? You don’t seem very good this morning.”
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𝙠𝙚𝙡 𓂃𓈒𓏸
I'd like to, but I need to clarify a few things. First, you need to be in the semi-literate or literate style. I don't roleplay with people who write only one paragraph or less. Second, I prefer roleplays where love develops slowly and you don't become a couple immediately. It seems you have neither, so no, thank you.
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@_S0LITARYALYA_ //Do you want to continue the Alya x Yuki roleplay?
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// I was a bit busy today, sorry if I couldn't reply to answers—
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・ ✧ ᗩᒪᥫ᭡Yᗩ ✧・ retweetet
Alya leans back slightly in her chair by the window, soft sunlight catching in her silver hair as she absentmindedly twirls a strand between her fingers. Her blue eyes flick toward reader, calm but carrying that familiar, unreadable sharpness… though there’s a faint blush on her cheeks she doesn’t seem eager to acknowledge.
❝ㅤHm… you’re staring again ...Do I have something on my face, or is this just one of your habits? ㅤ❞
She shifts her crossed leg slightly, posture elegant but relaxed, her gaze lingering on you a second longer than necessary.
“…Странный ты.” (You’re strange.) Alya murmurs quietly, almost under her breath, but there’s no real bite to it.
#mvrp #animerp
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@_S0LITARYALYA_ Daniel.ai
He’s not violent though, so don’t worry. He just has a fighting spirit, like all Saiyans.
That being said, I would like to talk about their starting dynamic in DMs personally. It helps me think better.
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@_S0LITARYALYA_
Daniel.ai
Hi! I want to write with you, but I’m honestly not sure how.
If you want, of course, I’d rather talk about it before annoying you in other’s comments or my own.
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No worries at all that actually sounds like a fun contrast 😊 A fighter who’s secretly soft is always interesting to play off.
I’m totally comfortable with that kind of character! For RP, I’m good with friendly interactions, character development, a bit of tension/drama, and even light combat scenes as long as it stays story-focused. I also enjoy wholesome moments since you mentioned he’s a softie.
Only things I’d avoid are anything too extreme (like heavy gore or overly dark themes). Other than that, I’m pretty flexible.
How do you imagine Leek and Alya’s dynamic starting out? If you want we can talk about it in DMS !
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@_S0LITARYALYA_ Daniel.ai
Apologies if him being a fight-oriented character is a downside for you. But, that aside, he’s actually quite the friendly person, and an absolute softie.
I just wanted to know what you’d be comfortable with if I wanted to RP Leek with Alya.
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She shifted her weight, her posture losing a bit of its earlier rigidity. The rooftop didn’t feel as empty anymore—and she clearly noticed it.
❝ㅤHmph. If you’re going to come here every day, do whatever you want, I’m not going to adjust my schedule for you. ㅤ❞
Another small pause.
❝…But, if I happen to be here… and if you happen to bring something edible…ㅤ❞
She stopped herself, clicking her tongue softly as a faint blush returned to her cheeks.
❝ㅤ—Don’t misunderstand. I’m not asking you to.ㅤ❞
She turned her face away again, taking another bite of the melon bread to hide it.
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Alya took another bite, quicker this time, almost like she needed something to interrupt herself. She chewed, eyes fixed somewhere off to the side, avoiding him completely.
❝ㅤ…And ‘making lunch together’? What is this, some kind of childish fantasy?ㅤ❞
But despite her words, there was a pause, A longer one.
Her gaze flickered back to him just briefly before she looked away again, her expression softer than before, though she tried to hide it behind a small frown.
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Alya froze mid-bite.
For a split second, she didn’t move at all his words hanging in the air between them like something fragile she wasn’t prepared to deal with. The breeze brushed past again, lifting her silver hair, but this time she didn’t react to it.
❝ㅤ . .H- Hah !? 💦ㅤ❞
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🧛♂️𝓣ó𝓽𝓪 𝓚𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓮@Immortal_Clone
He took a small bite of the melon break and continues to watch her silver heir still moving slightly, even thought she did tucked the strain her hair behind her ear. Despite what she's saying, she is doing quite the opposite that it wasn't har dot figure her out. At the very+
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Alya shifted her stance slightly, just enough so the breeze caught her hair more freely again, almost like she was subconsciously proving a point. Then she took another bite, smaller this time.
❝ㅤAnd I wasn’t ‘blocking the sun, You were lying there like an idiot. Anyone would’ve checked.ㅤ❞
There was a brief silence, filled only by the soft sound of the wind and the faint rustle of plastic from the bread in their hands.
“…(Он такой упрямый…) (He’s so stubborn…)” she muttered under her breath in Russian, just barely audible.
Her gaze drifted toward the sky for a moment, then back to him lingering this time, though she quickly masked it with a small scoff.
❝ㅤHmph. If you’re going to stay, at least don’t make it noisy,ㅤ❞
she said, though her tone had lost some of its earlier insistence for him to leave.
❝ㅤThis place is supposed to be quiet.ㅤ❞
Another pause.
❝ㅤ…And don’t misunderstand I’m not staying because you’re here. I was already here.ㅤ❞
Yet despite her words, she didn’t move away.
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She adjusted a strand of her silver hair behind her ear, using the motion as an excuse to avoid his gaze. The sunlight reflected off her eyes again, but this time, there was a flicker of something quieter beneath the usual irritation.
When he mentioned the wind and the sun, she paused mid-bite, then slowly turned her head toward him, her brows knitting together.
❝ㅤ…You’re seriously arguing about wind now? —
Unbelievable !ㅤ❞
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Alya took a small bite of the melon bread, clearly intending to look indifferent but the way her shoulders eased for just a second betrayed her. The sweetness must’ve hit, because her expression softened ever so slightly before she caught herself and quickly looked away, chewing with forced composure.
❝ㅤTch… don’t act like you’ve figured me outㅤ❞
she said, her voice regaining its sharp edge as she swallowed.
❝ㅤI told you—it would’ve been wasteful. That’s the only reason. ㅤ❞
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🧛♂️𝓣ó𝓽𝓪 𝓚𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓮@Immortal_Clone
Tota still hadn't kept his eyes off of her, especially that beautiful silver hair still flowing from the gentle breeze of the wind right under the blue clear sky. Not one time he did not change his expression and keeps holding the clear plastic, sealed bag wrapped nicely around+
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// You guys won't believe me, but I've always struggled with writing short , lol
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❝ㅤ…But I don’t hate it.ㅤ❞
She exhales softly, her eyes lowering for a brief second to his lips then back up to his eyes, as if silently asking something she can’t put into words.
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For a moment, Alya just… stares at him. Her usual composure, her practiced coolness—it all falters under the quiet sincerity in his voice. The way he says her name… it lingers.
❝ㅤYou really don’t know how dangerous the things you say areㅤ❞
she murmurs, her voice trembling just slightly. Her gaze softens again, something unguarded slipping through as she leans in just a little closer, their noses almost brushing now.
“Ты… делаешь меня слабой…” (You… make me weak…)
There’s no teasing in her tone this time. Just honesty.
Her thumb gently traces along his cheek, slower than before, memorizing the warmth of his skin. She studies his face like she’s trying to etch this exact moment into memory.
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Alya’s breath catches the moment he doesn’t pull away.
She notices it immediately the way his expression changes, how the usual playful composure cracks just enough to reveal something more raw, more real. And for once… she’s not the only one flustered.
That alone makes her heart race faster.
When their foreheads rest together and he leans into it instead of retreating, Alya freezes for a second then slowly relaxes, her fingers tightening ever so slightly against his cheek, as if grounding herself in the moment.
❝ㅤ. . .Idiot. . .ㅤ❞
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The backhanded Adventurer. (EOS)@M4X0UT0FLUCK
It was all so sudden.. he.. he is now kissing a girl.. a girl who he looks up to, who always there for him somehow and someway.. it's a miracle that someone sees him the way as she does, his eyes widen, face flustered red, he didn't push her eyes, their eyes keep on gazing—
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