#lavenderlightning

[hylianfantasy]

When I roleplay

This is just something I've noticed of late. And a rant that nobody will ever read.

I adore tumblr roleplay. Ever since I discoverd it only a year ago, it's been fuling my passion for writing and my characters and stories. I love the people behind the characters I talk to and feel nothing but love and gratitude towards them. Yet I've recently noticed a pattern that has claimed what I do.

Firstly, with my independent characters and video game characters, Julie, Vanille and Calista. I create the account and spend a great deal of care and affection on making the blog look right, adding detailed descriptions and just generally making it feel like a new home to me. Then, I follow lots of people, and they follow me in return and for a while, I can talk to loads of characters. I start to develop friendships and our characters rest on the edges of relationships and all my threads are so exciting. And then.... I stop getting as many replies from those I'm roleplaying with. People disappear. The threads fall apart. And I wonder if it's because I'm not doing my character justice. Are my replies hard to respond to? Is my character not who you expected? After all the work and care and imagination that flows out of me, I just feel abandoned. It's no ones fault. I love my muses. But I see so many people developing these amazing bonds with other roleplayers and muses and then nothing happens with me. If it's the way I write, I'd want to know. I'd want to improve, I'd want to be better.

Secondly, my group characters. I've been in two groups now, one I've just begun. The first group I joined was a lovely place and the plot was incredible, based around Harry Potter. I applied immediately  my head swimming with plot ideas for my character and people I could talk to. I posted starters that were never relied to. I hardly talked to anyone. Despite the loveliness of all the mun's, people had their friendship groups and stuck to them. I felt like I couldn't belong. Characters with connections to mine disappeared. And so I slowly stopped visiting until I changed the account altogether. Now, I've learnt to try and participate more, especially in this latest roleplay group. But it's still so hard. My replies are not getting replied to. No characters with connections to mine are there. I often think is it time zones? Or is it again the fact that my writing is dull, uninteresting.

I love roleplay but I need to know why things don't work out.

[hylianfantasy]

So I've been trying to keep just how much I adore Warm Bodies and Isaac Marion's writing to myself. BUT THIS IS JUST SO HARD.

[nora-the-nurse]

Beyond the Walls || Closed RP

Nora gazed around the shop they had found themselves in. Nearly bare shelves and trash on the ground, the typical store beyond the walls. Nora wanted to say it was some dollar store with a pharmacy in the back, but she wasn’t sure. She didn’t remember much before living inside the walls. In fact, she only had memories fabricated from stories she had been told.

She was out with Julie in the search for supplies that were needed inside. Medicine was the main thing required, but there were other things that were deemed useful. She picked up a packet of seeds she had spotted in a pile of discarded objects. “What do you think, Julie? Keep?”

[wewillexhume]

@lavender-lightning

R woke up cold. A rush of wind blew into the room from the window they'd forgotten to close the previous night, and for a second in his half-asleep state, he thought he was dying again. 

Shit, no, Julie had taken all the blankets.

He yawned and glanced to her, a tired smile playing at his lips. She was a tangle of blankets and hair and was that a leg sticking out he saw? Quietly, R snuck out of the bed and returned with her polaroid. He leaned the camera into her sleeping form and took the picture. With a proud grin, he shook the developing picture victoriously.