#roleplay misc

[sparknshinerpmemes-blog]

If you can’t trust yourself, you end up not wanting to trust anyone at any degree of trust.

If you can’t trust yourself, there is something wrong with you and your trust in yourself.

If you can enable yourself to trust yourself, focus on the consequences if you have any if you choose to ruin trust in yourself.

Not trusting yourself comes with harsher consequences towards you and only you.

Trusting yourself shouldn’t be taken lightly.

[sparknshinerpmemes-blog]

Nobody in all roleplay settings are not your test subjects! Stop that! It’s gross!

[sparknshinerpmemes-blog]

There’s someone out there that cares about you. There’s someone out there that wants you to stay healthy physically and mentally. There’s someone out there that loves you. There’s someone out there that wants you to be safe both online and in real life. There’s someone out there that want you to protect you from people that want to hurt you. There’s someone out there that don’t want you to do bad things to yourself. There’s someone out there that hate seeing you getting hurt by anybody that want to hurt you. There’s someone out there that don’t see you as perfect person because you are not perfect. If a person accepts you who you are, that’s okay. If a person doesn’t, that’s their problem. Screw the hate! You are loved by someone. Believe in yourself! FOLLOW YOUR HEART. Seek for anyone’s advice if you’re curious. You’re a human. You are capable of making a mistake.

[nothingnesstome]

New RP blog

A new blog for RPing Zexion/Ienzo of Kingdom Hearts. Please feel free to follow if you are interested in RPing with me.

--Writing sample--

Lexaeus smelt like grass after a spring downpour. Porous loam and thick moss, cloying and invasive to the sensitive nostrils of the Organization’s Number VI. It was a rather uncommon scent in their world, and it gave him a hint as to where Xemnas had sent the Silent Hero to scout.

As his near-constant companion prepared tea in the room that passed as their kitchen, Zexion lowered the Twilight Town newspaper he had been reading at the counter. “Go take a shower. Your scent is offensive.”

Lexaeus' scent was a familiar one to him, of crushed stone and warm dust and the spindly plants that grew between boulders. Though he still smelled of the earth, to compare was like night and day.