#magursa

[memoirstold-aa]

let’s  give  a  round  of  applause  to   @magursa​   for  this  absolutely  banging  nb  harley  icon !  i  can’t  say  thank  you  enough !  i  love  it.

[ivakir]

What advice would you give to someone new to rp?

the be honest meme.

   God, I had such a super cool guide, like, "How to make a character and become a Good Roleplayer: A Guide for the Lazy," but I lost it. It was not written seriously anyway.

   Actually, I'm not the kind of person who anyone should ask for advice, because all my advice sounds like "sit down and write". But since I was asked, why not, I’ll write something serious.

   First of all, it’s worth deciding for yourself what you are doing here. If you are here to write, and it is not a problem for you to sit and write, then I have nothing to advise much except to properly organize your blog. If the main goal is graphics and shipping, then I can not advise anything here, since I don't consider them significant enough goals for a hobby that is related to writing. Moreover, for shipping you don’t even have to roleplay.

   Well, in short, here are a couple of tips:

   As I said, you need to properly organize your blog. The text should be large enough to read and have normal color, not some bright green on a blue background. A blog should also be comfortable to use. If nothing can be found and all links fly or blend with your background, then I recommend fixing it. In general, according to my observations, many people peck at such complex themes where you can't find anything. I don't know why.

   Give your partner at least two things in your reply to respond to.

   Don’t drop threads or move blogs for no reason. I saw people who moved their blogs every two weeks, because they were just bored and didn't know what they want, so they tried to return their interest in such way. If you quickly lose interest, then writing is probably not for you. Or you just need to change your attitude toward it.

   If you create a blog for a hobby, it is better to use a blog only for a hobby. There is nothing wrong with writing what happens in your life, but if you write every day posts like "I ate," "I slept," and so on, then this is useless information. Keep yourself from constantly writing negative stuff, like: passive agression, threats to delete your blog or even killing yourself, vague blogging and etc. I understand that you just don't want to feel alone and you want attention, but people here are not your personal therapists, they can’t constantly give you praise. If you have problem, then you should solve it.

   Be polite: if someone sends you something, then send something to them, too. Tell your partners when you decide to drop a thread. Despite all these PSAs "I drop threads when I want and I don’t care what you think", this is absolutely normal practice. It’s called to be polite.

[snowbrn]

 ↷        @magursa​  : '𝐓𝐅𝐋𝐍' 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫    »    𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

(  𝐒𝐌𝐒  »  𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍  )  :   my  face  is  bruised  from  laying  on  the  concrete.  NO  MORE  VODKA  !  😩

[fourrarri]

magursa replied to your photo: i got bored so i moved the boys™ to an island...

THEY ALSO LOOK LIKE A DAMN BOYBAND I CANT

lmao that was my first thought too 

[hawkeyde]

@magursa​ said:  ‘’ who taught you to fight like that? ‘’   like 200 years ago and i’m replying now bc i am Long :}

A MIGHTY BREATH SWELLS IN HIS THROAT,    & he tears his axe from where it is buried deep in a straw dummy.   ❝ i taught me to fight like this. ❞  says he, almost  a bit smugly, nodding at the other man in greeting.        ❝ why, my friend? ❞

&  he smirks, hoisting the hefty axe to rest upon his shoulder.     it drones dully, as it often does.      the result of the rune in its centre.       hawke blows away a hair that sneaks into his eyes, and perks his eyebrows at the stranger.       ❝ are you interested in lessons, or just particularly nosy? ❞

[aoiidos]

it was quite the night they’d had. in the short span of time he’d been working there, ian had never seen the club so crowded ;; so much so that by the time they final patron had left, the sun was attacking ian’s bright red eyes like a thousand burning needles through the large windows.

when they finally got to sit down, ian’s exhaustion had gotten the best of him ;; in his defense he hadn’t really slept the night before ———— or the night before that ;; managing a healthy sleeping schedule was hard enough for a man with ian’s lifestyle but doing it while working as hard every night ?? he basically lived off of coffee by that point. as soon as liev took a seat next to him, his shoulder became ian’s cushion unbeknownst to even him. he was already half asleep by the time his cheek got mushed against the tight muscle and however uncomfortable he may have been, he was snoring like a cow seconds later.

throws this @magursa​ // lmao i told u this would happen.

[fourrarri]

@magursa​ :

" lanny, how are you doing? "

         💸 ║ ❛  ────────   EYES  NARROWING  TO  THAT  QUESTION  AS  HE  TAKES  HIS  TIME  to  answer  it.  It’s  not  the  fact  that  it’s  LIEV  who’s  asking,  nor  the  sudden  interest  in  his  well-being.  It’s  more  likely  that  he  is  actually  wondering,  when  was  the  last  time  he  was  asked  a  question  like  THAT.  Not  that  it  matters,  though.  If  he’s  deciding  to  answer  completely  HONEST,  he  could  probably  ramble  on  more  than  the  other  wishes  to  hear.  But  that  simply  isn’t  the  person  he’s  trying  to  be.  He’s  not  gonna  sit  there  and  talk  about  how  MISERABLE  he  is  actually  feeling.

          Lance  shrugs,  trying  his  best  to  AVOID  the  eye  contact  with  Liev.  He  knows  that  uncomfortable  feeling  inside  his  guts,  ------looking  someone  in  the  eyes  while  it’s  there would  cause  nothing  but  pain.  But  Lance  being  Lance,  he  acts  casual,  HIDING  enough  insecurities  behind  usual  patterns.   

          ❝     Hm,  estoy  CANSANDO,  nada  más.     ❞   he  says  softly,  looking  at  the  screen  of  his  phone.  A  short  glance  is  wandering  in  Liev’s  direction,  but  quickly  runs  back  to  his  phone.     ❝     Hey,  you  know  what  I’m  in  the  mood  for  right  now?  PIZZA!  I  think  we  should  order  some.     ❞

[fourrarri]

@magursa​ :    ❛ i wanna get in the bed , go to sleep & pretend this day never happened. ❜

PINTEREST  SENETENCES   ||  accepting.

         💸 ║ ❛  ────────   THAT  IS  DEFINITELY  A  RARE  REVELATION.  Liev  is  not  known  to  be  someone  who  moans  about  hard  times,  so  maybe  there’s  a  bigger  problem  behind  his  words.  Or  maybe  he’s  just  having  a  BAD  DAY.  Everyone  does  every  now  and  then.  However,  conversations  like  these  tend  to  bring  out  the  worst  in  Lance,  for  him  not  being  able  to  play  the  CRUTCH  for  too  long.  But  he’s  trying  to  be  a  good  friend  this  time.  For  Liev.

           One  hand  is  holding  the  phone  to  his  ear,  having  SAD  LIEV  on  the  line,  the  other’s  wrapped  tightly  around  the  top  of  the  steering  wheel  as  he’s  driving  down  the  busy  street.   ❝     Man,  that  really  sucks,  oso.     ❞   he  says  softly,  his  voice  sounding  unconfident,  -----------simply  because  he’s  not  sure  if  his  WORDS  are  really  going  to  HELP.  A  short  pause  to  think  about  what  to  say.  But  the  silence  coming  from  the  other  line  feels  pressuring.   ❝     Look,  I’m  only  a  few  blocks  away  right  now.  So  I,  uhm,  ---- I  could  COME  AROUND  if  you  want.     ❞