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you know what i hate? toxicity, lack of communication, clique behavior, and the idea that having the slightest bit of power makes you important, trust worthy, and worth my time. while the players here seem pretty great, i regret to inform you that you’re all wasting your time with the pit of toxicity the admins of this group are and harbor. i’ve been roleplaying on this website and others since i was ten years old, and in my almost ten years of writing in groups run by people, i’ve never found one as poorly managed as this one. i’ve been talking with several people out of character, and i know for a fact i’m not the only one who has noticed this. that’s right, sweeties, people notice your bullshit and aren’t happy about it. you have an interesting plot that has been wrecked by bad management. being condescending, outright aggresive and childish, and just playing outright favorites with people who kiss your asses ( you know who you are, babes ) isn’t how to run a group. you’ve destroyed a plot that has potential by being rude to simple requests ( remember when i asked you if you could darken the text of the main because i literally can’t read it and you placed your aesthetics over accessibility? not a good look ), outright ignoring and not posting asks with valid points because it would out the not-so-nice side of this group, and ignoring people who aren’t in your inner circle. and then there’s the clique issue, which the admins themselves are at the center of. you talk about inclusion and replying to starters while you never once ask a new person to plot, ghost people who aren’t you favorites when they try, and rarely reply to starters. you hoard the royals of the group - the last i counted, which was before the new admin, there were 21 admin characters. read that again - 21. you know how we can only take three, and four if we’re in the list of their favorites - oops, i mean, active? 21. most of which are kings, queens, princes, and princesses. you also act like you’re god over a goddamn plot drop. people have expressed concern and outright anxiety over these changes and you’ve brushed each and every one of them off with a ‘trust us’. just because you hold a position of power in a group we’re all a part of doesn’t make you trustworthy. what especially doesn’t make you trustworthy is closing off apps with no notice to your players and not answering questions about why you didn’t bother giving us some notice.in truth? we see through you. this is just another stunt to secure your clique. you think that your characters are the protagonists of the group, which is extremely clear in the positions you chose for your characters, how you write them, how you kill them off in plot drops for shock factor, and how you don’t accept any player input beyond that of your select group of favorite players, who i’m biting my tongue in an effort not to outright @. we’re all members of this group. just because you run it doesn’t mean you get to ignore us and not take out concerns, feelings, and needs into account. to all the players still around: leave this goddamn group. the plot is nothing special. the admins bring nothing but two dimensional tropes with plot armor to this group. this is a dime a dozen period group and there are dozens of them around right now. move your character somewhere better. move yourself somewhere better. i know several of you have noticed how the admins act, and i’m telling you you can find a group that actually cares about you and your character outside of set dressing for the grand plot they’ve planned for you. to the admins: grow the fuck up. you run a group that was in better hands with the old admin team. you don’t have power - you’re sitting behind a computer screen manipulating, being cruel, cold, and unkind to living people. i don’t know how old you are, but you act like children. grow some empathy for the people around you and come to realize that a roleplay group isn’t the time to write your great american novel.people outside this group know how shitty it is. you don’t have a good reputation, and i’m going to be sure to make sure you don’t fuck with more genuinely good people to get some dumb power high. so go ahead and unfollow me. do me that favor. bye bye, sweeties.

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bye

cool so i’m sure my unfollow is about to be posted but here’s my post.

i’m done. the incredible disrespect with which the admins treat their members is shocking to me. every message of concern that i have sent to them, read over multiple times to make sure they were polite and reasonable, asking about treatment of plots and information has been met with condescension and passive aggression. i’ve never been a part of a roleplay where people treat each other like this.

people are ignored, lied to, ghosted on an alarming basis here, entirely by the admins and a few of their favorites and i can’t believe this roleplay has survived at all.

their behavior is so fucking toxic and manipulative that i honestly don’t know what to do about it besides leave. i hope that everyone who remains has fun, but i would like this to be a reminder that you don’t have to stick it out waiting for like ?? table scraps of attention the admins and their main clique might dole out. this isn’t how you run a roleplay, this isn’t how you run anything.

bye y’all, it’s been interesting.

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too much to ask // niall horan

#( let's start at the end ; becoming strangers once again | casimir&sigvard )

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truce // twenty one pilots

#( we're only skin and bone ; we don't have to be alone | andrius&sigvard )

bye

cool so i’m sure my unfollow is about to be posted but here’s my post.

people are ignored, lied to, ghosted on an alarming basis here, entirely by the admins and a few of their favorites and i can’t believe this roleplay has survived at all.

bye y’all, it’s been interesting.

#crowns.ooc #crowns.event #thecrownshq

sorry that i’ve been slow with replies, i’ve spent the last few days dealing with people who have just comedically terrible communication skills and i’ve been drained, but i’ll try and get to replies tonight!

#crowns.ooc

thelovejournals

I felt his arms go around me, holding me tight. I was safe. I was warm. I was home.

Ally Carter

#( we're only skin and bone ; we don't have to be alone | andrius&sigvard )#( let's start at the end ; becoming strangers once again | casimir&sigvard )#like...in the past

inkskinned

i was reading you a book and had to stop for a drink of water. you looked up at me from my shoulder, your hand flat against my chest.

“you’re kind of like candles to me,” you said.

i looked down at you, and the shape of you, this person i trust so genuinely. i felt the ghost of my anxieties. a burnout, my brain screamed. you’re a fire, you destroy things.

“it’s just,” you said, “you know how when you light a candle it always seems to make things nice and soft and romantic? and it’s just this warmth that glows so gently? and it makes everything feel special and good so naturally?”

you shifted closer to me. “you’re like candles,” you said, “you bring light to me.”

#( let's start at the end ; becoming strangers once again | casimir&sigvard )#sigge is the you

@ranquick @thcrnsrose @rippledflames @scorchedmonarch @xsvngbird

#swedish fam #bunch of nerds #if anyone wants to be on one of these hmu

1000drawings

#( boys who wish on stars don't last long on the ground | sigvard )

princexcas:

why did he go after him? why didn’t he leave well enough alone? every bone and his body screamed for him to follow whatever is considered sensible in his mind, just let it play out. His actions were what set this in motion, one would think that it is exactly what he would have wanted. But, no, that couldn’;t be further fro,m the truth. Casimir’s truth is not always as it seems. Riddles were within his choices, what is real and what is not? “Obviously.” the word came out in a lashing motion, his hand remained where it was: on the others arm in a firm hold. As difficult as it is to hear, Casimir felt the need to explain and it left him in a precarious situation. “Don’t go, at least let me finish what I was going to say. You did agree to talk with me when you followed. You could have walked the other way.” And it surprised him when he did the opposite.

He couldn’t quite bring himself to pull his arm out of Casimir’s grasp. It wasn’t often that he was touched these days, and it had been nearly a decade since he had felt this particular hand on him. He was weak for letting it continue, but he had always been weak for Cas. Back before everything had gone wrong, when it had just been the two of them laughing and talking and creating a world for just themselves, he had made Sigge feel strong, but that had never been true. “I’m not going anywhere.” He swallowed. “I am, I’m leaving, but I’ll stay until you finish what you were saying.” He ignored the comment about following him. It was true and it was obvious that it was true and there was nothing he could say that would change that.

#c: cas

okay, i think that’s all my replies done! please lmk if i’ve missed you

#crowns.ooc

ofaphrcdite:

“It would be foolish and egotistical of anyone to believe that someone ought to be capable of memorising an entire castle’s inhabitants despite never meeting them before.” Her smile is more gentle this time, her best attempt at trying to put him at ease. Anastasia has never cared much about titles and ranks, but perhaps that was because she’d never had to earn hers, or fight to keep it. “I only pretend to know half the people I am talking to, at least until I can get a minute to ask one of my ladies who they are.” She laughs. “Do not place so much pressure on yourself. I’ll tell you the greatest piece of advice I ever received: fake it until you make it. Pretend you know what you’re doing, and the rest will follow.”

It was good advice, he was sure. It sounded useful and as a queen she should know. But pretending had never been easy for him, had never been something he’d enjoyed. It complicated matters, made it harder to talk to the people he cared about. Lying had only led to moments he didn’t want to remember: arguments with Casimir, uncomfortable silences with Agnete, every single second in his family’s home. It was strange that the most honest time of his life had been war. There was no need to hide that you were hurting because everyone was hurting. His fingers rested on the keys, tapping softly so as not to accidentally play a note. “Thank you, your majesty,” he said with a soft smile. “I will keep that in mind.” He glanced around the room, at the dimming light through the windows. “My apologies, it is later than I thought.” He stood, wondering how to go about walking away from her. “I am meant to speak with the kennelmaster before sundown.”

#c: ana

miscrere:

that was the kind of man florian was — a little forthright, a little confronting — the way only an ostentatious person could be. ‘ ah, prachtig ! you are quite right — though…i like to be occupied at all times. ’ smirk stretching wider on his lips, he draws a cigar from his pocket, glancing at him momentarily, as he offers the case, with a quick raise of the brow. ‘ do you smoke? ’ he didn’t think he looked like a man whom did, and the act wasn’t an all too common one — but florian, these days, looked decidedly gaunt and pale, with dark circles under his bloodshot eyes (the effects of too much wine and smoking, he supposed - not that he made any effort to change either pursuit). he looks away once more, drawing on his cigar and pacing a little, as though deep in thought. ‘ though admittedly, i am curious as to what brings you to the city, sir. ’ he shrugs his shoulders lightly — though he was a man that loved new companions almost as much as he loved gossip and prying into others private lives. ‘ i assume to show…support to your kingdom? the…lundholm’s, no? cannot say i’ve had the pleasure — then again, politics and i don’t tend to mix. ’

“No, thank you,” Sigge says, holding up his hand in a polite refusal of the cigar. He’d had the slightest taste of one once. They were a luxury, rare to see, but one man had pulled one out of his bag after a battle. Kjell, barely any older than Sigge himself, a Norwegian man who had likely stolen it - not that any of them had challenged him. Luxuries were rare on the front, and loyalty was common. He had passed it down the line of men and Sigge had been at the end, coughing in disgust after one inhale. His thoughts return to the moment at hand, to the strange man in front of him. “Bern is the place to be.” It’s light-hearted, more of a brush-off of the question than an actual response. In truth he is there because there is nowhere else to go. He couldn’t stay at home any longer, pretending not to hear the whispers and see the sideways glances that came his way. At least here he can pretend there is a purpose, a greater strive towards peace. “And yes, I am here to support Sweden in the effort for peace. Yourself?” He cannot quite bring himself to call Sweden his kingdom, despite every lesson that has been drilled into his head, every minute spent at their court.

#c: florian

rippledflames:

there was a slight roll of his eyes at the mention of his official title. he never expected it , being the one his people call king. he couldn’t say he didn’t like it but at times , especially with people he knew before his fate was chosen , he didn’t expect it , not most the time anyway. ‘ sigvard , please call me ivar. ’ he said with a sigh , orbs peering back up at the other at his following statements. ‘ it was , a few rough patches along the way but clearly nothing untameable. ’ A few weeks ? So you must’ve seen Milla and Agnete , yeah ? ’ Truth be told , something Sigvard already was aware of , Ivar and Agnete weren’t particularly fond of one another but he did still desire to see her , to ensure her safety. & his little dove , he missed her most of all. ‘ And do you happen to know where I can find Milla , I’ve a surprise for her. ’

“Of course...Ivar.” The words are slow, hesitant, as if they could lead to a far more deadly encounter. If there is anything that has been drilled into Sigge’s mind again and again, even before the war, it is that respect and titles matter. On the battlefield the chain of command is everything, and court isn’t much different. Harder to understand, even. The simples thing to do is to drop out of sight, to figure out the place you belong, and allow the pieces to move around you. Sigge glanced over to the king and nodded. “Yes, Milla and I have spoken several times and I saw Agnete back when I first arrived here.” Does Ivar know of the child? It is hard to tell, even harder to determine whether his place is to inform him or to keep it secret. “They both seem well. I’m not sure where Milla is at this moment, but she spends a great deal of time in the gardens and the library.”

#c: ivar

ranquick:

there is something warm that blooms within him when sigge says he would rather be with andrius. it is - nice, to feel so wanted, so - cared for. he will not let himself place the word loved in this context. cannot let himself feel that so keenly in this quiet, tender moment. sigvard places fingertips against andrius’ hipbone ( there is a scar there, faint white line, from childhood rather than battle. slipping from tree limbs that faulty fingers had slipped from. ) and he curls his arm around the blond’s shoulders. the press of lips is familiar and comforting in this off place. it is dissonant to see sigvard in this place. sigge had always been a comfort in a cruel place. now the world around them has shifted into sharp focus of creature comforts but sigge has remained the same, here, in andrius’ arms. it’s both comforting and unnerving. he gives a chaste kiss and leans his forehead against the top of sigge’s head, closing his eyes and letting out a small breath. “i missed you so much, sigge.”

In the past months, Sigge has shied away from allowing others to take care of him. He has dressed and undressed himself, changed his own bandages, packed his own luggage for the journey. It is a matter of pride, of showing the pitying and condescending looks that he does not need to be treated like a child simply because things are more difficult for him now. But in this moment it is easy to lean into Andrius’ embrace, to rely on the safety that he provides. Because that is always what Andrius has done, why he is the only companion Sigge has ever reached out to afterward - he has always kept him safe. Perhaps it is wrong to allow the knight to protect him like this - God knows Sigge fears for his safety - but he is weak and selfish and will take what he is given.

“So my letters were lacking in enough wit and humor to keep you company?” He laughs the joke into Andrius’ chest, but he understands what he means. There are no letters, no words, that can compare with the feeling of being held in a quiet space. For a moment he allows himself to relax into the warmth before he sighs. “I- do not wish to lead you on. The ways in which we...occupied ourselves before, I don’t yet feel comfortable enough. With myself, with-” He shrugs. “Everything.” It is a moment of terrifying vulnerability, a confession of something he has never before spoken aloud. Admitting to someone else that things are different, that he is different. “I understand if this changes things.”

#sigge: i dont want to lead you on #me: u dumb hoe #c: andrius

dutyngrace:

Sebastian rarely slept. Though he often found comfort in strangers and wrinkled clothes. It was his job- gaining information in anyway possible. He was so good and changing himself, his personality to fit the needs of others. His honeyed words could break through even the toughest walls when accompanied with soft touches and long glances. However that didn’t always used to be the case. In the past, he was simply a boy who was trying to please everyone. A boy who lacked love (and still does) and affection until he met his wife. And then lost her. This man now, was broken, spiraling out of control, trying to grasp anything around him. “The one and only,” he purred, tilting his head. The Prince grinned, a chuckle escaping his lips. “I have been here for what seems like eons.” He shrugged. “Long enough to be betrothed, at least.”

Yet another betrothal. The word was sour in Sigge’s ears. Before coming to Bern he had not been so concerned. It was hard to think of the future when you didn’t want to live beyond the current day. But then he had started to consider what the next day would hold, and then the next, and it had started to look emptier than he had ever known it to be. It seemed that everyone here was betrothed or wed, secure in some type of tomorrow in which they would not be alone. “My congratulations,” he said, squeezing his arm before stepping slightly back out of his grasp. “Who is the fortunate bride?”

#c: sebastian

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