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okay so im gonna be away for some time
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âThe odds are never in our favour.â
Lester looked at the girl. He gave polite smile and nodded. " They can be if ya let them be. It takes a little tug but they can be in your favour if ya want it be like that."Â
Boop
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 She was pretty sure he wasnât poking her because she gained weight; Camilla hadnât even been near a scale in a very long time. Confused, the assassin quirked a brow at him.Â
 âWhat?â
 Normally Camilla would be irritated by this sort of parental behavior. But she wasnât this time. It baffled her. Or rather, this man baffled her, and she didnât know why.
 âI wasnât slouching,â the small assassin protested, nevertheless straightening her posture. âI was leaning. I thought I was. And I donât look grouchy.âÂ
"Yes ya do. Ya look like ya ain't something real sour like." He then scrunched his face up and then laughed a bit. " No leanin' and slouchin' is far different. You were slouchin' alright."Â
SEND ME A SENTENCE [THE HUNGER GAMES]
askmethething:
âYou love me. Real or not?â
âYouâve got about as much charm as a dead slug.â
âMy nightmares are usually about losing you.â
âTheyâll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.â
âFor there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.â
âI hate being so alone.â
âItâs strange to be so physically close to someone whoâs so distant.â
âDonât. Donât letâs pretend when thereâs no one around.â
âHereâs some advice. Stay alive.â
âI want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you.â
âThe odds are never in our favour.â
âIâm hard to catch.â
âYou call that a kiss?â
âRemember, weâre madly in love, so itâs all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.âÂ
âYou donât forget the face of the person who was your last hope.âÂ
âDestroying things is much easier than making them.âÂ
âStupid people are dangerous.âÂ
âYouâve got about as much charm as a dead slug.âÂ
âYou here to finish me off, Sweetheart?âÂ
âYes, itâs your fault Iâm alive.âÂ
âYouâre not going to die. I forbid it.âÂ
Alright folks. Listen up.Â
Thereâs something that the roleplaying side of Tumblr needs to be reminded of, it seems, and this thing that needs to be said is an extremely simple little thing of no real consequence that should be common knowledge and common sense.
We, the muns, are not here to please you. We are here to please ourselves.
We are under no obligation to write something in the way that our followers want. We are under no obligation to listen to their suggestions, take their magic anons, fulfill their ships or anything else. The blog is ours and we are free to fill it with whatever we want to fill it with, be it smut or crack or any other number of things.
It is perfectly alright to enjoy something that a person writes. Itâs also perfectly alright to not enjoy something that a person writes. Hell, itâs even alright to not like the way that a person writes this or that character. Itâs even alright to say that you donât like how that person writes that character. Just donât be a dick about it. You are under no obligation to like someoneâs character or their writing. Just keep in mind that there is a huge difference between not liking something and being a dick about it.
Being a dick about it involves telling the person that their writing sucks. If youâre offering constructive criticism, thatâs one thing. Constructive criticism is something along the lines of âYouâre a great writer, but I think that if you made the character a bit cooler towards so and so, youâll really hit what the relationship between characters A and X is about.â Constructive criticism is not âOh, youâre writing too much smut/crack/insert other reason here and that sucks and you really should stop.â
No. Stop.
We roleplayers are free to write whatever we want. If what weâre writing bothers you so much as a follower, there are a few options available to you. One, ignore that thread whenever it pops up on your dash. I promise that, should you follow at least fifty people, if you wait no more than five minutes (and surely you can go find something else to do for five minutes), by the time you refresh your dashboard, itâll have moved down the feed. Two, you can download Tumblr Savior and, should the thread have a title, you can blacklist the thread title and voila! Youâll never see it again! The third option is the easiest one of all: you just unfollow that person. If youâre really getting irritated by what theyâre doing? Then unfollow them. Thatâs about as easy a solution as you can get.
Keep in mind too that weâre all hypocrites around here. We talk about accepting other roleplayers and being open minded, but weâre all going to have our own way of doing things. If we find someone that we work well with, then all the better for us. But weâre not going to always like roleplayers we see on our dash. And thatâs fine. The difference between being a hypocrite and a dick is recognizing that youâre a hypocrite. Itâll happen from time to time, that hypocrisy, no matter what. But just remember â youâre here to make yourself happy. No one else. The important thing is to have fun; bottom line, donât let anyone else influence how youâre writing or what youâre doing to make yourself happy. Yes, let them influence you to improve your own writing. Thatâs highly encouraged around here. Whatâs not acceptable is letting another mundane tell you how you should be writing your character and what youâre doing wrong with them. If theyâre doing that, well then, tell them to stuff it. If they want to see this character written in a certain way? They can go make their own blog of said character and try their hand at it.Â
Donât let anyone try dictating what you do in your own roleplays. As long as you keep your character consistent, who cares! Just smile, laugh and have fun with what youâre doing. Trust me, the people who really want to write with you wonât care what you do.
Happy writing!
Boop
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 She was pretty sure he wasnât poking her because she gained weight; Camilla hadnât even been near a scale in a very long time. Confused, the assassin quirked a brow at him.Â
 âWhat?â
"Don't slouch like that, You'll get a sore back and then you won't be able to move so freely." He smiled with a cheeky twinkle in his eyes. Then he wiggled a his brow in a friendly manner. " Don't so grouchy all the time."Â
A grin came to Erica's face at the thought of hot chocolate. She didn't really have it a lot, but she absolutely adored it--especially in weather like this. "Hey, there's no reason to apologize. Compared to the big marshmallows, the smaller ones are totally lame." She giggled a little bit, leaning back in her chair.
"Well, uh, until recently...." Erica paused a bit, not quite sure how to go about explaining this to him. "I was, well. I was homeschooled. My first foster parents....didn't really like the idea of me being around anyone. It's....well...it's really hard to explain why." She coughed a little nervously. "But, uh, Cheryl....my new mom....signed me up for a public school. Let me tell you, that was a huge culture shock. I mean, first, you're all alone...and then you have to deal with like, gillions of people and figure out what the heck a clique is...."
Lester smiled lightly. This girl was a lot like him when he was younger, specially about school. " I always went to public school." He shrugged shipping the hot chocolate cautiously. "I always studied alone though, My friend Bill would sometimes copy off me but he'd never stay long." Lester itched his head.Â
"I know how it is. It took me a long time to master the whole highschool thing too." Lester never got out to be honest. Highschool was everywhere. Just with suits, more assholes and a lot more disappointment. " Don't worry, I bet you'll do a lot better than me. I was kinda of a loser..." He sighed and picked one of the huge marshmallows out of the hot beverage then popping it in his mouth. " Just be hold your ground and don't let yourself be a doormat."Â
Send me âBoopâ for my muses reaction to yours randomly poking mine.
Send me an ask saying 'Let's cuddle!' to see my character's reaction to your character saying that.
"HonestlyâŠ" Ollie started taking a deep breath. He held it for a second, mulling over the thought of whether or not to open up to Lester. He hadnât really spoken to anyone about his issues since his sister had died. Conversations, even with his close friends and family, had tended to be sort of spacey and light. After a moment, the larger man exhaled and shook his head. He liked Lester and he did want to think that he could trust the man, but he wasnât about to let him in on everything just yet. Hell, Lester could probably piece it together. Who gets absolutely trashed on a Tuesday night besides an alcoholic? "Honestly, Iâm fine. I was just thinking about the owl I heard outside my window last night."Â
Lester could smell alcohol a mile away. His father was prone to drinking a little to much on the weekends. He smiled politely and then tilted his head toward Ollie. " Yah, It's actually rare to hear Owl's here. Since there isn't a lot of normal forestry. It's hard for them to find food but during spring summer the snow goes down a bit." He then reached out put a hand on the other then said in a whisper. " Hey, Sometimes we mess up, we mess real bad....We just gotta work through it." He nodded. Lester then looked down his where his wound had been. He had a small scare from it, he looked at the other. " Don't forget it, just bare with it. That's all ya can do." Â
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