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[iamdiffercnt]

This community sucks.

It’s changed a lot over the last 7 years I’ve been here. Very few people are genuinely sweet people that just want to write, while the rest are absolutely rotten and janus-faced who would unfollow/block you for sneezing the wrong way. It’s been a vicious cycle, with each restart causing me to further rot on the inside. I’ll meet someone real nice and friendly, we’ll throw a thread or two back and forth, and then they’d want nothing to do with me. No rhyme or reason behind it. Writing has been lacking, and discourse, aesthetic wanking, and ‘callouts’ generous. I’ve made a few friends here, yeah. But over the past few years my anxiety worsened, suicidal thoughts rose, as did the insecurity and random bouts of tears. I’m afraid of everyone here. I have to take double the antidepressants I used to. I nearly took my life a few years ago, and I fear I’m going back down into that dark place. This community isn’t healthy for me, it’s fucking poisonous. And the only reason I was originally staying here was because I wanted to spite the people here that absolutely hate me for whatever reason. And honestly? It’s not worth it. Spite, revenge, whatever, it’s a fool’s game.

I know several others that feel the same way - That the roleplaying community here is rotting. They don’t like it either. So I’m probably going to put my blogs on a permanent hiatus or archive. And maybe I can convince the others to do the same, and that we could migrate somewhere else. This isn’t the same community anymore. It’s changed. Or maybe we’ve changed. Whatever the case is, it’s beyond salvaging.

I originally that it was just me. But after completely changing my behaviors, my routines, mannerisms, keeping the OOC down to below minimum, pretending to be quirkier and happier than I really am, etc. I can safely say that it’s not just me.

Several people have asked me if this site was suitable for roleplay because they were considering it. I really wanted to say it was, I really did. But I honest to the gods didn’t have anything nice to say about it. I steered them away, warned them that they wouldn’t like it. I wouldn’t subject anyone to participating in a community like this. Even the Dead by Daylight community is better.

Anyways, I’ll probably post more status updates but don’t expect a lot of roleplay from me here. If you want to reach me, shoot me an IM and ask for my Discord.

[little-shark-memes]

Send “Smack!” To smack my muse’s bum... Hard.

[bopeep]

w/ a monotone voice “wow that is so wild”

[iamdiffercnt]

murdermasked‌:

OPEN STARTER

The silence was broken by the sound of a car door opening, followed by a human settling into the seat and fumbling to put the keys into the ignition. It was late, well past midnight, and all the lights in the surrounding houses were out. Rain drops pattered steadily against the windshield, the wind howling outside and rustling the leaves of the trees. There was the occasional rumble of thunder and flash of lightning, but the storm had yet to pick up fully. Those who were smart would know to find shelter as quickly as possible; especially at night, when the rain would make it even harder to see.

Unknown to many in the small town was that the man who had escaped from a sanitarium was lurking nearby, only inches away from the one he’d been watching all night, following undetected in the shadows. As soon as the car roared to life and they reached back to grab their seat belt, Michael had sat up, his white, void of expression mask visible in the rear view mirror. The figure had been hiding in the back seat, waiting for the moment he could catch his victim off guard.

No longer did he want to follow behind them, watching their every move and listening in on conversations. Perhaps they had even had the occasional glimpse of him, given they had glanced over their shoulder a few times while walking to the car. Without hesitation, he’d leaned forward and, with an iron grip, wrapped his hands around the other’s neck. He had no intent of letting go, his hold only tightening upon feeling their pulse beating rapidly against his hands.

        Funny how this town seemed to attract unnatural evil of any manner. Odd vortices rippling through the air, the eerie sounds of non-canine howlings in the dead of night, spiders the size of dinner plates. And then there’s Junior, a strange young man born onto an equally strange family with eldritch roots. He lived his life just as every other boy would - He puts his pants on one leg, attends classes, orders his burgers without tomatoes. While he sought out any semblance of normalcy, he would not have it for long - Whether he garners attention to his radiant emerald eyes and bladed teeth, or piques the interest of an evil shape lurking in the shadows, “normal” was a rare occasion oft savored whenever possible.

        As often as being attacked in the street came in Endsville, Junior never once suspected something like it to happen within the comforts of his own vehicle. The very moment he felt a sudden hand grasp over the front of his neck, both of his dress shoes kicked, one of which pressed against the gas pedal. Thankfully it was in park.

        Did Junior fear for his life? No. Not in the least. Startled, most definitely. And why did he not fear for his life? In his rearview mirror, he saw only a man. What could a man do that hasn’t been done to him already? Shoot him? Cut him? Gut him? Junior’s abilities assured his life would be long. Far, far longer than an ordinary human’s. Blessed with the ability to change his form, and naturally, suck wounds shut and grow new flesh, Junior was almost immune to premature death.

        Immediately throwing both of his arms over that tight, clammy hand over his neck, Junior quite easily wrestled the stranger’s grip from his neck, so he could suck down a sharp gasp of breath. Junior possessed great strength. Greater than a scrawny nerd like him should have. Both of his hands did not release his, however. Whoever, or whatever, this man was... Perhaps he’s bit off more than he could chew, dealing with an eldritch boy like him. Because he was a fighter, contrary to how docile he looked, and behaved.

        “Nnrgh-- I’m not your Uber driver,”  the nerd growled, releasing a single hand from the other’s wrist, so that he may quickly open his driver’s door.  “You’re in so much trouble.”

[iamdiffercnt]

“💋”

Send “💋” For a gif of how my muse would KISS yours.

HE’S GOT THE LONG TONGUE PAZ BE CAREFUL

[iamdiffercnt]

bystcrdust‌:

“Yeah, but imagine how cool that’d be. Just as I’m about to be turned into stardust, bam necromancy.” The pinches will be accepted, complete with a tongue blep. 

         “You ain’t turning into stardust. You’d just... Lay there. Mouth open, tongue out, your eyes have little X’s on them like in the old cartoons.”  Junior gave her cheeks a lil’ squish with his palms. Squishie squish.

[bystcrdust-deactivated20210803]

“When I finally kick the bucked, I would like for someone to throw my lifeless shell into whatever funeral pyre we’ve got going on. Please, just give me that one thing.” 

[iamdiffercnt]

        “I’ll probably dabble in necromancy just so the galaxy isn’t spared of your adorably impy self.”  He just, pinches her cheek a lil’.

[say-it-like-u-meme-it]

Send “💋” For a gif of how my muse would KISS yours.

[vaultbb-blog]

Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?

[iamdiffercnt]

dvmien-thorn‌:

The corner of his mouth curls up at the gesture. “Some would consider that murder,” he points out casually. The question he truly wanted to ask was if he ate werewolf, but refrained. He was almost sure that it was too soon for such things. His eyes flicked down in search of a bite wound, but there was nothing. “Though, by the sounds of it; you were only defending yourself. Does this happen often in Endsville?”

        “Endsville is... Pretty messed up,”  Junior confessed, thin arms crossing over his lithe chest, while he shifted a bit of his weight more toward his right leg as opposed to his left.  “Stray werewolves, undead uprising every other year, spiders the size of golf carts... Ever see The Thing? I think we had one of those at some point.”

        Junior wasn’t the least bit fazed. Not anymore, at least. Plus with his incredible regeneration abilities, what did he have to be afraid of, besides hurtful words?

[dvmien-thorn]

@iamdiffercnt  |  cont.

His brows raise almost pleasantly in surprise. What manner of creature doesn’t exactly bleed? The admission only made him more curious. “I wasn’t,” he says wryly and rests his chin upon his hand. “Did you kill it?”

[iamdiffercnt]

        “Duh. I know I’m all... Scrawny? But I’m a pretty tough guy regardless.”  He didn’t want to show off. But he lazily gave a ‘gun show’ flex, before both arms fell limp at his sides. With a weak grin, the eldritch teen added  “Werewolves usually manage to take a chomp out of me though before realizing that I taste pretty gross.”

[iamdiffercnt]

❛ You’re changing the subject. ❜

        “Has it ever occured to you that maybe I’m doing it for a reason? New topic. Now.”

[iamdiffercnt]

Damien's brow rises and his eyes sharpen in intrigue. ❛You’re bleeding,❜ he points out to the other being, his tone giving the impression that he expects to be told what happened.

        “… Oh, that? That’s– That’s not my blood, I, uh. I can’t exactly bleed.”  Junior runs his red hands over his own crimson turtleneck. He’ll have to deep-clean this sweater tonight.  “Don’t worry about it, I’m not a murderer or anything. You know Endsville and it’s ‘weird creatures’.”

[iamdiffercnt]

❛ It wasn’t your fault. It hurts. ❜

        “Well it feels like it is, Clover!”

[iamdiffercnt]

Everything okay? ❜

        “Yeah, I’m just… Y’know. Just, bummed out. Like usual. I’ll be fine, I’m a big boy.”

[iamdiffercnt]

"Do you like spiders?"

        “I– … I guess? I mean, I don’t hate them.”

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