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Starter call

// So I’ve been on  hiatus for a little while, but it’s time to get this account up and going again. So like away for a starter!

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        “She can spin for a girl, can’t she?”

                                                             “She can spin.”

                                         “Period.” 

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[[ I spent the last week trying to remember the email to this account, I finally did and this is  victory. ]]

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[[ Today was my last day of school and I got myself a slushie and candy to reward myself for not dying ayyee ]]

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The twists they navigate to try and think about how what they do is possible. It is not terrible, but it is certainly not easy. Nor a topic he wants to pull the thread on too much. He slides down the bed until his head rests on the pillow, eyes following her if only to see how she moves. When her hands presses on his abdomen, he looks down his nose at his sheets, pressing where she directed. He is not so gentle as a masseuse, but his knuckles do well enough to get the right amount of pressure to feel better. 

“I am surprised I am not receiving the range of emotions Lito described.” He assumes she has heard the story of Sun and Lito’s meeting. The tears, the screaming, the man with the villainous mustache. He smiles as his knuckles begin to push some of the pain to the wayside. “He made a period sound like going crazy.”

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She couldn’t help the smile that pulled at her lips as he brought up Lito’s experience. It was a story well known amongst the cluster, and she couldn’t help but feel amused. “Well I don’t mean to alarm you, but you may be a slight bit calmer than Lito.” She replied sarcastically. “And I don’t see anyone here with a villainous moustache.” She closed her eyes. Just listening to the sound of the rain on Wolfgang’s window, mixed with the dull sound of the TV in the distance in her own house. 

“Well Lito is slightly crazy.” She joked. “Then again we all hear voices, and here I am in your bed so that may be a shared trait.” Her hazel eyes flickered open and she smiled. “I can feel the pain going away.” She told him with a smile. “I like your apartment it reminds me of mine back in London.” She confessed, sitting up in his bed. 

There was a dull tug in her gut, and she knew they only had a few minutes left together. Their power seemed to be going stronger, but it was still limited together.

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[[ Casually drawing Riley Blue. I know if I try to colour this it will be destroyed. ]]

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[[ So back in February I was in the hospital for a week. It was terrible, I had a constant migraine, sore throat, I was hacking up blood, and coughing so hard I'd throw up. I couldnt speak, or eat. I had some kind of abscess and major swelling in my that. Im starting to show the symptoms of that again and I'm kinda really scared. Because they found a cyst in my throat and its hurting in that area to now. ]]

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Starter call

It’s sunday and I need some loving today!

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You know I have so many blogs but most of them are of unknown muses and even though it’s frustrating, I get why I don’t have a lot of followers (like mostly people rp with characters they want to rp with so if they see a character they don’t know follow them/ask to rp with them they literally do not care) but for some reason I can’t seem to get noticed on canon popular muses either, I mean I had a Connor from HTGAWM (in fact I was the only connor for a while), and a Dorian from Dragon Age, but like after a while I just dropped them because every other same muse is getting more recognition than me and like I’m not saying they don’t deserve it but like ??? Sigh and like it’s not happening here yet, but like I see some of the blogs of this fandom get like so many in one day and I’m just??? Maybe it’s just me and not whether I play unknown or popular muses.

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[[ Hey, you're flawless okay. Seriously, unless you're roleplaying in the most popular fandoms out there. I'm talking big ones not just little ones gaining followers isn't easy. You deserve a TON of followers, seriously you're amazing. You came to me on my other blog on a different account and I was literally so happy because you are a fantasic roleplayer. Your content is brilliant, and I enjoy roleplaying with you a lot. So don’t be so down on yourself, the amount of followers you have doesn’t reflect how great of a roleplayer you are. ]] 

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PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU ARE 18+

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“Which 90 percent of the time will be a male character that people want to ship with.”

This.

So much this.

This is my problem with most fandoms: I play characters that I like, that I feel connected to, that talk to me. (Usually are the narcissistic grandiloquent assholes). And half the time I’ve seen some people being outrageously out of character and yet everybody loves them just because they are using the popular FC at the moment. Ugh. You have no idea how much this bothers me.

But I agree with you: Roleplaying is not a competition. Roleplaying should be about having fun.

I think the best way they could do this for me would be to have a better nomination system and a more congruent way to define a winner… but as I said, that would require us grounding some common rules about what is good rping and what is bad rping and that’s a loaded discussion that I don’t think we want to have as a community.

(One day we will have to have it; every artistic and creative medium when it grows up does have this conversation. However, it will not be today.)

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[[ The thing about the actual Oscars that make that system work decently, is going into it everyone who votes actually has to watch the movies. There’s of course still bias in that, but they at least know what the other films look like. In this, there’s none of that, it’s just who they follow. They won’t know if they’re the best of the bunch because they don’t follow the other blogs. It’s pure popularity.

It’s not the Oscars, or anything like it. It’s the ‘Who’s the most popular player in the fandom.’ award, which makes all the other people in that fandom feel like shit. 

If they really want to figure out who’s the best writer, then have them all come up with original characters, don’t tell anybody who’s writing who and have a group of unbiased people vote on which character they thought was portrayed the best. But even that would involve some favouritism just to choose who was going to do that.

I don’t want to have that in the roleplay community. I roleplay to relieve stress, and enjoy writing with other people. Not to be told who’s great and who’s not. This isn’t highschool.  I could rant about this for days, but it wouldn’t really do any good in the end.]]

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I have never been nominated and I admit that I’m a bit sore about it because I’m pretty sure I’m doing a one hell of a phenomenal job with all my muses.

If you allow my vulgar display of self-aggrandizing and jerking my own tool a bit:

Keep reading

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[[  Talk yourself up all you want, I love when people are proud of what they do. Be proud of what you love to do and, you’re good at. I mean  I’ve been following you a week and you’re flawless. 

I hate the competition so much, because it’s honestly not about who is the best writer, or any of the stuff that actually makes a good character. It’s about who’s playing a popular character at the right time. Which 90 percent of the time will be a male character that people want to ship with. It’s not about the writing or the content. It’s about who has the most followers. Even if someone of talent actually gets nominated they won’t win.  The whole thing is bias, and gross. I normally block the tag on my accounts, but I haven’t yet on this one. I completely forgot it was a thing. Comparing roleplayers to eachother and labelling some above the other is just rude, everybody puts so much work into everything on their blog. ]]

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a love affair au. like every time she has a fight with her boyfriend she goes to this other guy and they mess around. and maybe secretly love each other. and just like he’ll whisper things like “want me to make you forget” and just.

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I want the K

15: Kiss in the Rain

It was a strange feeling, the icy breeze on her skin in Iceland, and the warm rain in Berlin. She would never get used to being in the rain, and staying dry; but here she was not a drop of rain staying on her. There was no proper way to describe it, then again these days that was nothing new. That damp feeling on her skin told her where she was, and it only took seconds for her to notice him. He stood alone, in the city street his back to her. The rain washing down his leather jacket, his hair a shade darker from the water.  It seemed surreal to her, she could feel the loneliness he felt, or maybe it was her own. It was that feeling that had brought her here.

Approaching slowly, she paused once she was beside him. Her cold dry hand moving to his warm wet one.  She didn’t look at him, rather forward to what he was looking at, her hazel eyes tracing over the canal. “It’s beautiful here when it rains.” She stated. Ever since meeting him she couldn't help but associate the smell, and feel of rain with him. It calmed her, made her feel safe. She finally turned her gaze to his, studying his face. There was something so harsh, and strong to his features, but it didn’t scare her. 

She leaned into him, and wordlessly pulled him down into a kiss. His lips were warm and chapped against her own cold soft ones. The contrast sent a chill down her spine. She couldn’t explain her actions, besides the fact she felt he needed it in that moment, and she knew she did as well. The connection between two people, that showed someone cared about them; that they were needed.  

She pulled back slowly, but their faces were still only a breath apart. Moving her free hand to his cheek she gave him a soft smile, brushing a few rain drops off his skin. Almost as soon as she had arrived there, she was gone  back to her kitchen in Iceland.