Since January, I have been tremendously busy with work and trying to get real life situated. For those of you that have been supportive and patient, I am greatly appreciative for not pressuring me or increasing my anxiety for demands at my attention when I am not online. For those of you that have made me feel bad, however, should understand that this game is only a hobby for me and not an obligation made to entertain you when you want or ask. While I have enjoyed writing with everyone, you must understand that patience is required with me as a writer. I work a lot, am married, and have other obligations such as my marriage that takes priority above all else. Unless you also do all of these things while also trying to manage your own mental health, you will not understand how time consuming these things are on a daily basis. Most days, at the end of the day, I just want to go to sleep or do what I want... and sometimes that might mean not roleplaying with your character.
Even though I have kept in contact with most of my friends out of character through my busy month, I have managed to lose a great friend due to an argument over my lack of IC presence over the course of thirty days. Even though they seemed very understanding and patient with me, per constant reassurance that they weren't going anywhere while I was busy, our final conversations led me to believe that was no longer the case, and as a result we no longer write together. It is a shame, because now that I am able to log on a little more, we now spend time no longer talking to each other instead of roleplaying.
It is for this reason that I have had to limit my communication with other people and have implemented rules such as âdo not ask me to roleplay unless I am in gameâ to avoid disappointing people and worsening my anxiety. I cant commit to Discord or forum posts at a fast pace as much as I used to. I want to, but the time I have doesn't meet up with the demand. I am also a slow writer because I am particular on how I convey my writing to the reader.
For those of you who might be getting a little impatient waiting for your roleplay partner to get around to roleplaying with you, please consider my advice when I say that if you value this person then understand they are your friend first and your roleplay partner second. And most importantly, communicate! Even if you feel like it may bring confrontation or you feel bad for expressing your feelings, there is a way to convey your emotions and come up with a possible solution.
Once again, thanks again for those that have taken the weight off my shoulders by letting me tend to what I need to stress-free. Your support means more to me than words can express.
reblog and make a wish!
this was removed from tumbrl due to âviolating one or more of Tumblrâs Community Guidelinesâ, but since my wish came true the first time, Iâm putting it back. :)
holy fuck, I didnât expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever itâs just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASNâT SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.Â
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok Iâve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL ITâS AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.
Elijah was greeted with the sound of light taps upon the window pane, the horizontal blur of snow falling beyond the sheer curtains through Divinityâs Reach caught his lone arctic hue as he propped himself to wake. It was quiet. A certain chill lingered in the familiar abode as the coals which nestled it itâs furnace were left unmanaged while he slept.
The quiet drew his attention, as he was accustomed to the normalcy of a purring feline nestled beside the disheveled chocolate tresses of the human beauty which also purred along side her feline companion.
As the curiosity of the quiet prompted him up to search, Elijah caught a small whiff of pine which averted his gaze to the bedside where a small box, no larger than the size of his palm, rested upon the nightstand beside him. The gifter found the interesting choice of wrapping to oddly suited for his taste. Crap, I forgot the ribbon... this might work.
The gifter was very specific with how they wrapped the newspaper wrapping, in hopes that he would see the date and the title of the article which briefly mentioned the work done at Salmaâs Beautification Day.
The card beside it was left open for him to pick up and read:
Elijah,
Thank you for being the anchor iâve always needed. I hope this serves as a reminder to what it might mean for the both of us. Who knew singing a shanty with a stranger was all it would take?
The Ministry Guard, even for his age, was built like a tank. Seinfeldâs lumbering form loomed over Elijah, a cold, emotionless expression carried on through the duration of their conversation. âWell, I would sure hope so, kid. They donât keep me around to stand pretty with the Minister.â
He bent over to pick up a set of keys that unlatched from his belt when his fist came in full swing to Elijahâs face. He tossed them to the steps of the Ministers front steps to keep them out of his way.
You find out early one morning one of your exes has died. How does this news make you feel? Which of your exes is most likely to be the one who passed? How do you think he/she died?
Memories cascaded the Ministerâs mind, idly stroking her thumb along the smooth surface of the metal token given to her while glancing toward sheer moonlit curtains covering her window. How long had she been sitting there like this? Her Ministry Guard had left her be, warding off any guests that arrived in the process so she could collect her thoughts peacefully. She could hear them come and go⌠so many supporters. Some even argued with repressive demand that they see her.Â
âThe Minister is not seeing anyone right now.â
Tears stained the womanâs visage, rose-colored blotches around her nose, eyes, and cheeks from continuously rubbing the product of mourning off her face. She harkened back to the letter she received, its contents crushed beneath the weight of an aloof feline waiting to be fed. She felt she had read it several dozen times, each time hoping that the words written on the parchment would change. The sound of soft purrs from the corpulent feline brought her back to her senses momentarily, bloodshot eyes casting upon the display as slender fingers lazily slid across the rug to pull the missive back to her.
âIt is with my sincerest regret to inform you that SebastianâŚâ she read on, some of the words written were distorted by droplets that landed on the page. She continued fiddling with the trinket that came with the letter, a locket containing her picture within. She idly clicked it open and shut as she read on. ââŚHe always spoke so highly of you, Cosette. There was never denying how much he truly loved you. He always kept his locket of you close by wherever we went. We swear sometimes he even talked to it when he thought no one was listening.âÂ
â⌠Services in his honor will be heldâŚâ It was always the last few statements of the letter that caused the impenetrable woman to crumble into a quivering whimper. Again, she found herself lost in the moment, the emotions and memories took over until she was met with the gentle nudge of her companions head, its nasal purr attempting to lull the womanâs broken heart.
The weight of the Ministerâs steps crunched down upon the snow as her boots found themselves engulfed in a thick layer up to her ankles. They tread through the blanketed streets, each arm tucked securely upon her own without a thought or care as to whom may be watching. Garland wrapped in lights hung over the street, adorning shaped lights resembling twinkling snowflakes, and live wreaths were given to every citizen to present in front of their door to encourage the life and love of such a stupendous holiday.
Cosette looked at Elijah and smiled at the beige-colored beanie she purchased as a start of getting him to wear more normal clothes. âPerhaps to some, but this is my favorite time of the year... and it only lasts a week or three out of the year. Why not go a little unhinged? Tisâ not harming anyone.â
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