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if that wasn’t obvious. just felt like making a more official post. feel free to drop owed threads/unfollow, or not. up to you. i’ll come back to rp eventually, but probably? not on this blog. still leaving it up as an archive. thanks for being cool and good writing partners!

#( ooc. )

well i really don’t know what to do right now. i’ve put a lot of work and time into this blog and it’d be a shame to nuke it like i feel like doing right now, but being on here kind of sucks. i usually don’t let the internet affect me that much, especially not people on tumblr. but roleplay relies on communication w/ other people to such an intense degree. at first it didn’t really bother me when someone blocked me, because it was usually someone i hadn’t interacted with. but lately it’s been people i’ve interacted with regularly for a while now. we’re never on bad terms and we’re usually pretty kind to one another, we even get along well. they do it w/o word and don’t explain why to me when i reach out to them. and i really don’t know what i’ve done wrong. no one’s telling me. if i did, i want to know so i can apologize or fix it. but i’m genuinely in the dark. i’m guessing i might have a shitty reputation here now, but i can’t figure out why. i know i can come off as a little blunt sometimes and i’m annoyingly ultra-contrarian, but ... i don’t know. i still feel uncomfortable being on here right now. although there are lots of people i like writing with on here, it fucking sucks when i go to rb one of our threads and find i can’t anymore because i’ve been blocked. and i’m scared that it’s gonna keep on happening with more and more people that i currently assume will stay friends with me. jesus christ

#( ooc. )#i don't think i'm being paranoid since this has happened w 5+ people now #is someone talking shit about me #if so what are they saying because i really wanna know

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#( ooc. )#i've been blocked w/o explanation by so many ppl recently and i'm really wondering why #like people who i've never had a problem w #who don't even bring up any issue w me personally to figure out #can someone tell me what i did wrong or smth #maybe someone is asking y'all to block me but #who??? and why? is also a valid question

metuere‌:

“What the fuck did you just say.”

She’s indignant, borderline furious. She’s not used to people that are shorter than her and she doesn’t even know how to react to being called ma’am.

“Everything here is pink and everything here is stained.” She looks towards the kitchen–the only room she’s familar with–and jabs a finger at the dishwasher. “Have you checked in there, little–little fuck. Little thing.”

Bee blinks rapidly. He doesn’t really know who she is or what she’s got to do with Romeo. He just came out of the bedroom and there’s some bitch here and he wonders if she’s a cop, if he should give her polio or, like, rickets or something.

“What’s with the attitude? I’ll crush your fucking kneecaps,” he mumbles, walking over to the dishwasher and looking inside. He huffs through his lips and then looks at Spirit, “It’s not in there. You’re a liar. I hope you die.”

#metuere #( thread | bee. )

escapedartgeek‌:

In all honesty, the complaints about the state were pretty valid. Zora really only had feelings for the specific hometown, the state as a whole didn’t seem to matter much at all to them. “Yeah - you definitely could say it doesn’t have too much going on for it. Had to leave for a reason, you know?” A small little sigh. “Damn that sounds unfortunate to have to be stuck somewhere for a whole month like that.”

“Well, who am I to complain. You were there for years, weren’t you?” he would feel guilty for shitting on their hometown so virulently, making it sound worse than fucking Kosovo or Somalia or some shit. “The heat makes people psychotic, I promise you. That’s why the south is so fucked up.”

#escapedartgeek #( thread | hudson. )

monstralized‌:

“I think you’re underestimating both of us, Saint.” I reached out, patting his shoulder and taking a convenient step away from him.

“Neither of us thinks I hate you, and I get that some people could call us friends. You don’t make my life more interesting, or more exciting, but I have my reasons for keeping you around.” There was something else there, something I didn’t really want to verbally acknowledge. Kinship. That’s what kept him around. “And don’t be offended by the birthday thing or something, I don’t talk a lot about it.”

Saint has an infinitely fragile ego--as anyone who’s ever spoken to him will come to find--but he still feigns disbelief with a slightly parted mouth. Puts his hand on his chest and says, “Why, Dave. You and I both know I’ve never been offended by anything in my life. I’m tough as nails.”

But he’s fine with this. He knows the closest he gets to other humans is--acquaintanceship. He doesn’t really have friends or confidants that aren’t made with networks of wires. It makes his cheeks burn sometimes in self-shame, knowing that he has failed at being a normal human. “Want to elaborate on the reasons for keeping me around?” It might have something to do with the hundred dollars he just forked over.

#monstralized #( thread | saint. )#the second draft is always better anyway

‘ i had to wake up and get out of bed for nothing? ’ ( from any one of my fellas who cares )

STARTER SENTENCES.

“It’s three in the afternoon and you just now got out of bed?” Romeo asks, cocking a well-groomed eyebrow at him and turning the “open” sign around. “We’re closed until five, sir. I’d accompany you to a more fitting restaurant, but, um. You smell very bad.”

#( answered | romeo. )#softintonation