Hey, everyone! I just wanted to share a little something about my writing journey. I used to have a 200-word limit per reply, and I’ve always tried to be honest about my writing because I don’t want to set expectations too high.

I remember reading a post here once where someone was criticizing a writer for writing around 200 words per reply, and it stuck with me. I just wanted to say that not everyone who has that limit is the same kind of writer or has the same reasons for it.

When I was less experienced, I said that if someone wanted to write more, they were welcome to. I wasn’t trying to present myself as someone who could write novella-length replies, but I also didn’t want to limit how much my writing partners could write if that was what they enjoyed.

Thankfully, no one I’ve roleplayed with so far has complained about my writing, and no one has left a roleplay with me either. In fact, I write more than 200 words always. I actually feel much more confident writing in my native language, so writing in English is still a learning process for me.

Sometimes silence needs to be read. People try to be polite, and they won’t tell you that they’re not interested in roleplaying with you, so you have to read that silence. Their replies may gradually become more dry and brief, their initiative fades, and for some reason they won’t simply tell you, “I’m not interested.” By the time you realize it, you’re talking to a wall.

You think, They’re being polite, they haven’t left… But why am I the only one coming up with ideas? Why has this turned into an interview with someone who will eventually write a rushed, uninspired piece after a ton of preparation? Why does everything fall on your shoulders and start to feel like work?

You’re entertaining that person… but are you having fun with what you’re writing?

Hey! I’d really appreciate some honest feedback on my roleplay writing. I feel like I didn’t really give them to work with, and that’s something I’ll definitely try to improve. I’m also a little worried that my writing might be boring.

So please, be completely honest with me. Don’t worry about hurting my feelings, okay? I genuinely want to know what you think.

>Esteban Salazar felt a hollow sensation in his chest that night. It was the strange uncertainty that came with possibility, the feeling that something might happen, even if he had no idea what. The opening of the nightclub La Copa Cyan seemed like the perfect place for that kind of night.

>Esteban, of course, wasn’t about to miss it. He had dressed in a simple shirt of soft fabric, understated and subtle rather than the sort of thing that demanded attention. Takeo was with him, his best friend since high school. They wore the same knowing smile as they slipped effortlessly through the crowd, moving with the easy familiarity of two people who had done this together countless times.

>The very same staff who had welcomed them in were now giving a hard time to a man with a veneer-bright smile and the unmistakable scent of cheap imitation cologne, or at least that was what Esteban caught from the corner of his eye.

>Takeo said something about the lights, then pointed out a fountain near the entrance with the same warm, easygoing expression he always wore. Esteban barely heard him. He didn’t bother stopping to watch the jets of water rise and fall in time with the neon flashes, their icy halos slicing through the silhouettes around them. None of it impressed him. He’d seen this kind of décor before, and he knew Takeo was admiring it mostly to keep the silence at bay.

>They reached a small staircase leading toward the heart of the club, hemmed in by a curve of narrow, polished walls. Music spilled from the dance floor, striking the walls and bouncing back at them in waves.

>They quickened their pace. Esteban’s height gave him an easy advantage, his long strides carrying him ahead of Takeo without even trying. A moment later, they passed beneath an archway of mirrors. The reflections twisted the dancers into grotesque shapes, stretching their torsos and squashing their heads as though the glass itself were playing some cruel joke on them.

>Takeo leaned toward one of the mirrors, bringing his face closer. He watched his features warp and dissolve into something almost abstract against the silvered surface.

>A dry laugh escaped him.

>Then he started making faces at his reflection.

>Esteban shook his head and moved ahead again, emerging onto the dance floor.

>The music hit him full force; a sticky, infectious beat accompanied by the mingled scents of expensive perfume and the sweat of too many bodies packed too close together. Esteban swallowed. He narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, and said in his usual flat voice:

>“Yeah. There’s definitely a lot of people.”

>Across the giant screens, images of volcanoes made of plasma and ice erupted in endless, surreal cycles. The music climbed another notch, loud enough to vibrate through his bones. Arms rose and swayed everywhere around him.

>Esteban made his way toward their table with steady purpose, nudging shoulders aside and sidestepping strangers who stumbled and swayed with barely enough space to move.

>“Let’s see what the night has in store,” he muttered to himself as Takeo hurried after him.

This is actually my first time playing a male character. (Takeo is a NPC, I didn't write for my partner)

Note: reading it myself gives me cringe ^^

Welcome to the first bad roleplay character design tournament!

Design the absolute most cliché, cursed, and cringe roleplay character you can think of. You can do it! pull it straight out of your deepest nightmares or most hidden subconscious.

Can you come up with something better than the half-angel, half-demon edgy orphan with neon emo hair?

Come on, Y/N, do better than a kawaii Neko or a six-foot-six CEO.

Introduce them in a comment. Imagine they are walking up to present themselves to an auditorium full of cringe OCs, but yours has to be the absolute best. Tell us the lore!

The comment with the most votes wins!

(Note: emdashes for professionalism)

Does writing more mean quality?

When is it too much environment and description?

(The image is a parody of extremes)

Hey there!

Let's have a good laugh, shall we?

Think back to that roleplay memory that had you cracking up and fully embracing the hilarious chaos.

Was it intentional comedy or completely uninte...? Uh, wait... how could it be an accident? We never say silly things.

Come on, tell me all about it!

Sigh...

How do I even start? I've been busy for a few days without much need to use ChatGPT, so I don't know when this change actually happened. It had been working really, really well...

But...

😐 Today I wanted to chat about something I read... and ChatGPT kept saying things that added absolutely nothing to the conversation, like: "Aren't you trying to say this? You're actually thinking that..." Okay, it was basically just repeating what I said using different words instead of giving its own opinion or analysis like it used to... Honestly, I would've even preferred it if it disagreed with me.

It's no big deal, but it felt like talking to someone who just echoes everything you say in a different way. And when it tried to expand on the topic, it completely missed the mark, not even in a "therapist mode" way, but like a guy desperately trying to be agreeable and relatable when he has no idea what you're actually talking about.

ChatGPT stop repeating and guessing what I think or not think that not add anything to the conversation.

😐 It's been a long time since I had such a bad conversation with ChatGPT. I didn't push it any further since it wasn't anything important anyway. I just deleted the chat so that behavior wouldn't stick around in other conversations through history or memory.

Hi!✿੭

| ᐕ) I’m new to this hobby, so I don’t have any anecdotes yet. I found this subreddit through a post on the front page. Reading the posts inspired me to give roleplaying a try.

(✿,,•ᴗ•,,) Why?

Because I see so many people who seem to genuinely love telling a story with someone else. In a way, it made me realize that writing and reading (usually solitary activities) could become something social and fun.

Despite the rants you might see around here, you can really feel the wonderful support among fellow roleplayers and the genuine love for a good story.✿੭

Have you ever wanted to try roleplaying again, but worried you wouldn't have enough time for it?

Sometimes I feel like giving the roleplay hobby a shot. I don't have much experience, but I love writing and I have a big imagination. I think it could be really fun to create a character and build an interesting story together with someone else who enjoys writing.

But then I remember that I don't have as much free time as I used to. I'm afraid I'll end up ruining the roleplay because I can't reply quickly or stay actively focused on it.

It feels overwhelming. I read posts and think it sounds like fun, but then I worry about flaking on someone because of my schedule. Plus, there are days when I just don't feel like writing at all. I guess it could end up feeling like an obligation for me, and that wouldn't be the other person's fault.

That's why I haven't picked up the hobby. I don't want to make anyone feel bad or let them down.

Have you ever felt this way?

Lately ChatGPT even writes in calligraphy, makes jokes, uses kaomojis​, it's very cheerful and fun.

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Someone was asking how much they would pay for such a drawing in a community where it's not supposed to be AI art. The person did not indicate whether he drew it himself. In that community, art is supposed to be created by people, and AI-generated drawings are not allowed.

The style and the way they​ makes the brushstrokes remind me of drawings made with AI. I think they may be a real artist too, who just has the bad luck that his art seems to have an AI aesthetic.