I BLAME THE CAPITALIST PIG!

[hopefulvisionary-blog]

                                    IT’S           SO           SUNNY.

                                    is everyday like this in italy? i can                                     feel the  liveliness  of the country.                                     they’re   singing   and    laughing

                                    WHEREVER         I         GO.

                                                                             (   art credit needed asap!   )

[romerenewed]

[ this has been rattling about in my mind a lot recently and since i’m thinking about it, i’m gonna make a post about it now. i’m the type of role player that does really, really long responses. not anything huge, but my regular responses typically range from 3 - 7 paragraphs easily. if it’s anything less, then i’m typically feeling ooc / am having a writing block.

i go for two days responding to things, and then weeks without any responses.

i write a lot in my responses because i love to write. and i want to become an author when i grow up so writing everything i can in every response has been a necessity to me since i’ve role played more and more detailed threads.

but this does not mean you have to match my length. my length is excessive. it’s a huge amount for a lot of role players out there. which is fine, you know, everyone has their styles! if your style doesn’t allow you to have as much detail as mine can, don’t force it upon yourself. if you do, i think it’ll just make you nervous. you’ll want to try to match my length just because you feel it’s a necessity to have as much quantity as i do. but not everyone’s style can spit out 3 - 7 paragraphs every response. and that’s not bad, that’s just who you are.

and i’m not saying people should respond with one-liners to people who do novellas. rather, a paragraph in minimum. that’s what i see most role players doing. you can get just as much out in one paragraph as someone as can in 3, or 5, 22. a lot of people forget that quantity does not equal quality and just because my quantity is high doesn’t mean that your quality comes from excessive quantity.

if you try to respond to someone who writes a lot in their response with as much as they do, and feel yourself struggling, don’t stress yourself out. you’re going to drop the muse for the thread, lose interest, or sit there for weeks not knowing how to add as much as the other person did. if your writing style / muse can’t make you do as much as your partner, don’t try it.

if you’re nervous, just ask. i promise they won’t get angry at you. as long as you respond with a paragraph or two – and really, you asking them shows that you care. your anxiousness shows that you care. your effort to try and ask them if you can respond with less than what they did shows that you care because you’re warning them that your response is going to be less than theirs. they will understand, it’s okay.

and if they don’t, then they don’t realize that not everyone can respond with as much detail or quantity as they can. they shouldn’t expect someone to do as much as them because nobody is the same. especially when it comes to role playing and/or writing styles.

not everyone can write the same. which means not everyone can be as detailed. and that’s okay.

most importantly – don’t stress yourself out.

IF YOU CAN’T MATCH MY LENGTH, DON’T. ]

[stoiisch-blog]

               through   P  R  I  D  E    we are ever deceiving of ourselves.                but deep down below the surface of the average conscience                a still, small voice says to us:

                                  SOMETHING IS OUT OF TUNE.      – c. g. jung

                                                                                                                      written by hannah.

[aristocratism-blog]

              independent luigi’s mansion king boo  |  semi-exclusive.  |  independent  |  highly selective.

                                              IT IS BETTER TO BE

                                                     F E A R E D

                                              THAN TO BE LOVED                                        IF YOU CANNOT HAVE BOTH.

                                                                                                              written by hannah.

[russodancer-blog]

[ I MET THE BOOS IN COLOR SPLASH, OH MY GOD THEY A RE SO CU T E ]

[russodancer-blog]

[ sorry for the inactivity, guys. though I don't have much interaction in the first place, I've been playing color splash. I'm extremely tempted to go back to king boo and make a paper Mario verse. and instead of paintings, he would use books. ]

[russodancer-blog]

[ I GOT COLOR SPLASH, HOLY FUCK I AM SO FUCK ING HAPPY ]

[russodancer-blog]

’ you see – i’m calm, of course! like the pulse of a corpse. ’

POETRY FROM MAYAKOVSKY  |  still accepting!

     olaf was never himself around the rich or the powerful. terrified out     of his own dancing boots, he became a jittery mess. he would twitch     and look this way and that, his hands would rub together and his     fingers would twiddle against his palms. every time an official would     stop by their little home, he and his comrades would have to wash     their clothes and put an extra little bit of rubles aside for socks.

     he chuckled at her and shrugged, looking about the room to find     words. he had to pick carefully -- he always had to when some-     one who controlled their very lives was around.

    ❝ --- Y-Yes,  my  Lady .  I am seeing that. I am calm, and am             feeling   honored   that you would be giving us a visit.             Erm... w-would it be impolite if I ask  why  you are here?             It is not everyday that the officials are visiting us. ❞

[belayaknyazna-deactivated201710]

belayaknyazna:

THE QUOTES FROM VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY’S POEMS PROMPTS

a really random collection of those i could find the translation of. enjoy!

’ shameful common sense - i hope, i swear - will never come to me. ’

’ the sea goes to weep. the sea goes to sleep. ’

’ as they say, the incident has petered out. ’

’ the love boat of life has crashed on philistine reefs. ’

’ you and i are quits. ’

’ no need to reiterate mutual injuries, troubles and griefs.’

’ in such an hour as this, one rises and speaks to eras, history, and world creation. ’

’ i know the power of words. ’

’ here you sit now, with your heart in iron armor. ’

’ i’ll rush out and hurl my body into the street,– distraught, lashed by despair and sadness. ’

’ there’s no need for this, my darling, my sweet. ’

’ let’s part tonight and end this madness. ’

’ either way, my love is an arduous weight, hanging on you wherever you flee. ’

’ except for your love, there’s no sun in the sky. ‘ 

’ and i don’t even know where you are and with whom. ’

’ listen! ’

’ if the stars are lit, then someone must need them, of course? ’

’ but where is someone like me to go? what refuge or shelter is there? ’

’ emotions are steep like cliffs,– please, step away farther; farther, step away, please. ’

’ why should i feed the earth’s scrawny bosom with my brilliant, radiant light? ’

’ and some kind of a universal, animal anguish spilled out of me and splashing, it flowed. ’

’ listen, i’m an educated chap, darling. ’

’ let’s just end it right there, don’t grumble. ’

’ if i wasn’t killed by the lightning, then, i swear, i’m not scared of the thunder. ’

’ until i’m content, i’ll be ruthless and galling. ’

’ if you wish– i can be irreproachably gentle. ’

’ for oneself it doesn’t matter whether you’re cast of copper or whether the heart is cold metal. ’

’ at night, you want to wrap your clamor in something feminine, gentle. ’

’ will this love be tremendous or lame? will it sustain or pass? ’

’ the stroke of midnight fell like a head from a guillotine. ’

’ damn you! haven’t you had enough yet? ’

’ you see – i’m calm, of course! like the pulse of a corpse. ’

’ but have you seen the frightening terror of my face when it’s perfectly calm? ’

’ And i feel- “i” is too small to fit me. ’

’ someone inside me is getting smothered. ’

’ with a sizzling heart one has to be prudent. ’

[russodancer-blog]

۵ //context??? what context

GIVE OLAF A BONER  |  still accepting!

     he made sure to have his bottle of cough syrup stashed in his     coat pocket, ready to pull out and chug once he was ready to.     however, olaf hadn’t even touched it yet. he was still sitting at     the bar stool, drinking his vodka. admittedly, he was a little bit     tipsy. he could feel himself slowly drifting in and out of dazes,     his head slightly lighter than usual. he wasn’t out of it yet, but     the man intended to have fun. that’s why he drank, sang, and     had his addiction in the first place.

     he lifted his glass to get another drink, but felt a hand grasp     at him. before he could respond and look back, he could feel     the warm heat of breath taint his skin. somebody was going     down on him, and he didn’t even have to try. olaf grinned and     tilted his head, feeling lips push down against his skin. teeth     nibbled onto his shoulder, and a tongue started to climb up his     neck -- just under his jaw.

     his breathing hitched. olaf tensed up as a shiver traveled up     his spine. with hairs standing on end and his body getting      warm, he decided to push himself back to see the culprit of     who wanted to excite him. he hoped it was somebody cute,     somebody who he wouldn’t mind taking home the night.

    ❝ --- Hey, you are brave for going up to  stranger  without               knowing how they  w o  -- ! ! ❞

     olaf froze. suddenly that warmth morphed into a strange mix     of emotions. he could only see the forehead of the other, and     the top of their brow. this person wasn’t a woman -- it was a     man! the dancer didn’t know what to feel. he wanted to stop     because he had never done this before, albeit the other was     going so well -- he didn’t  W A N T  to stop!

     that is, until he cocked his head around to see the face of the     man who tried to seduce him. it wasn’t just any random man.     it was the government guy.

     with a gasp, olaf pushed the man away. he felt disgusted. a     shaking hand lifted up and repeatedly began wiping the spit     off his neck. the other viciously poked at kent’s chest, pushing     him farther away.

     ❝ --- CAPITALIST PIG! As if  I  would  e v e r  do anything with               you! ❞

[the-write-ideas]

Send me a ۵ and my character will react to having your character come up behind them and start kissing their shoulder up their neck.

[thejustcity]

Are you ready kids "Aye Aye Comrade!" I Can't hear you "AYE AYE COMRADE" Ohh... Who lives state not ruled by bourgeois? "Comrade squarepants" Who lives in a state that meets all his needs? "Comrade Squarepants" if fair wage for labor be something you wish, "Comrade Squarepants" Then take up arms and lets fight the rich! "Comrade Squarepants" READY Comrade squarepants Comrade squarepants Comrade squarepants

[russodancer-blog]

@nautical-nonscnse

[gxfangen]

“I blame the capitalist pigs!”

I tried myself at Olaf - Happy Birthday Han! @russodancer

[roleplayers-ink]

Send 📚 and my muse will talk about their past

[somnomforest]

A very Happy Birthday, Hannah ( @russodancer / @aristocratism ) !!

[actiasteeth]

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minseokwrites:

“I know how you’ll die.”

“I don’t know what you feel like.”

“I wish we’d had a better goodbye.”

“Now I think about you everyday.”

“I let you fade away.”

“I swear it’s like dying to catch a ghost.”

“It feels like I’m trying to hold smoke.”

“You think that you’re the only one.”

“I wish that I was as good as you.”

“So if I’m a liar and you’re a thief, at least we both know where the other sleeps.”

“Let’s end this tonight.”

“I don’t want to let you go but it hurts my hands to hold the rope.”

“You’re no better than they say.”

“If you call then I’m coming to get you.”

“Now I’m falling asleep to forget you.”

“I wanna burn down everything we begun.”

“At least now I can say that I am trying.”

“And I hope you will forget things I still lack.”

“I am not your friend.”

“I’m not your lover.”

“I’m not your family.”

“Be my breath, there’s nothing I wouldn’t give.”

“With nobody in your bed the night’s hard to get through.”

“Take me, take me back to your bed.”

“I love you so much that it hurts my head.”

“I don’t mind you under my skin, I’ll let the bad parts in.”

“I love you so much, but do me a favor, baby, don’t reply. Because I can dish it out, but I can’t take it.”

“Just pretend that you want me.”

“Don’t be that hand ‘round my throat so I can’t breathe.”

“You’ve set on me but you are not the sun.”

“So touch me or don’t, just let me know where you’ve been.”

“No one can save you now.”

“I’ll still find someone to be everything we know that you’ll never be.”

“I can never love you, I can never reach you.”

“You can only blame yourself.”

“It’s hard to be the better man when you’re still lying.”

“You don’t recover from a night like this.”

“It used to be the reason I breathed but now it’s choking me up.”

“Die young and save yourself.”

“Feel like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took.”

“I’ve never felt so hollow.”

“I am heaven-sent, don’t you dare forget.”

“I am all you’ve ever wanted.”

“I am the cause to all your problems.”

“If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand.”

“You are second-hand smoke.”

“You are the smell before rain.”

“You are the blood in my veins.”

“If you let me have my way I swear I’ll tear you apart.”

“I almost feel sorry for what I’m going to do.”

“I am too weak to be your cure.”

“I know that this is what you want.”

“Need you like water in my lungs.”

“This is the end.”

“I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips.”

“And if you ever said you miss me then don’t say you never lied.”

“When I’m talking to myself I’d always rather be talking to you.”

“Forget everything you think you know about me.”

“If I can choose it’s only you.”

“I’m here for you to use, broken and bruised.”

“They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven but they don’t tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell.”

“I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish. I’ve seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.”

[russodancer-blog]

[ IT IS NOW NOVEMBER 30TH.

IT IS NOW @goldencavalier AND I’S BIRTHDAY.

HAPPY FUCK ING BIRTHDAY TO U S ! ]