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…- a rule you think is important when it comes to role playing

Having clearly-defined boundaries on what a person unwilling to RP is pretty important to me, especially given my own personal tastes when it comes to sensitive subjects/NSFW concepts and threads. 

Playing around with unhealthy dynamics and situations is something I’m really interested in. I mean…. I rp’d Hannibal Lecter for nearly four years, if that gives you any clue what I’m talking about. So it’s not just things like violence or gore but also abuse/neglect situations and messy familial relationships and all kinds of things that people are often sensitive about (sometimes without even realizing it).

RP is ultimately about having fun writing a character the mun (probably) relates to, so I don’t ever want to make anyone feel uncomfortable or unhappy by bringing up something that hits too close to home. I’ve actually done it to myself before, pushed past my own boundaries of comfort in order to pursue a plot point/develop a character trait. And while doing so can feel satisfying to me in a cathartic sort of way, I know it isn’t the same for a lot of other people.

[periiheliion-blog]

"Hey." He'd been thinking about his message for some time now, but now that Shoto was in front of the hero, it took a moment to recall the words. "I... wanted to thank you, for fighting with Endeavor against that monster." He bowed his head quickly, stiffly. "I know it's your job, but — things probably would've gone differently if you weren't with him."

His first thought ground against his skull like a deafening tinnitus, ringing with the hollowness of poorly-suppressed guilt and the latent paranoia of some phantom reckoning: If I hadn’t been there, he wouldn’t have needed to fight it in the first place. Not like that - brutalized.

Were he not so well-practiced in insincerity, Hawks might have had the decency to look ashamed instead of sporting a beaming smile in response to the teen’s gratitude. Alas, what choice did he have? Ugh, he’d just get on with the false modesty and change the subject. Should be easy enough - wasn’t this Endeavor’s kid, anyway? 

“Ah, don’t mention it,” he responded dismissively, tone chipper through a pleasant grin. “All in a day’s work, as you said.” Hawks paused, raising a hand to scratch at his chin as if he were truly contemplating who he could possibly be talking to. After a moment, he mimicked a look of abrupt recognition, though the subsequent curiosity twinkling in his eyes was genuine. “I remember seeing you in the sports festival. Shoto Todoroki, right? Well, well, I’m in the presence of a prodigy! It’s a pleasure to meet you. You put on quite a show!”

[deku-masked-blog]

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Sleepless... and on a school night, of all days! Izuku scrubbed a hand across his eyes in frustration and put forth a mighty effort to stifle a groan. It was late - really late - and to break the silence of the dormitories’ shadowy lounge at this hour seemed almost irreverent. 

A lethargic finger raised from the couch cushion he currently occupied to poke at the phone screen beside him. It lit up with an inappropriate amount of liveliness, beaming into Izuku’s now squinting eyes the hour: 03:13. This time he didn’t try to stifle the sigh that huffed out his nose, flipping the phone over to soothe his retinas and slumping against the back of his seat with the full intent to properly wallow in his solitude. 

Or, at least, that had been the plan. The sound of approaching footsteps breaching earshot sent Izuku’s spine completely rigid, his breaths coming short and fast as he tried to blink away the nighttime gloom obscuring his view of whoever was making the noise...

He almost laughed when he caught sight of the figure, shock of white hair - half of a head, anyway - catching even in the dim moonlight that filtered through the lounge’s panoramic windows. He really was unmistakable. 

“Hello, Todoroki,” Izuku called softly, stiff paranoia sliding away in an instant to give way to a contented smile. 

He paused then, expression morphing to one of concern with practiced fluidity. “It’s late, Todoroki! What are you doing awake? Are you alright?”