#roleplay warning

[kinsley-marie-blog]

Fuck This

I’m just now getting penalized, without warning, from things that have happened over months and months of time. I was unfollowed without any warning by @hellstate--rp for things that I didn’t do. I have connections here, and I am other people’s connections

Now, let me tell you a few things that the admins have told me in my release letter. 

They told me that if I didn’t feel included that was my own fault, that I should stop badgering people and pestering them OOC for replies. 

In return, I dropped Aspen (who I’ll visit again later) and Quinn, and held on to both Ryann Jamison and Kinsley. I removed myself from the OOC to prevent myself to see people in there asking ( or begging depends on how you look at it) for plots and connections. If I removed the temptation, I wouldn’t get the opportunity to meet the new people who came in unless they came to me through DM. Honestly, it worked! Or so I thought it did. My plotting and friendship circle became really small but it was worth it because I was badgering anyone for plots. 

I talked to Luna about this specifically in September.

Currently, I only talk to about 5-8 people in this roleplay group, most of them I know on a personal level. So, if I offended any of you in any sort of way, I wish I could say I’m sorry, but I’m not, because you allowed it to happen. Instead of being up front like some people and saying “no I don’t want to plot with you, I don’t think our characters are compatible because of A, B, C,” cool, I get it, I’ll leave you alone. Do not, I repeat, do not, placate someone for the sake of it. If you’re not into it, tell them. 

Rule of thumb for being a good fucking person. 

I feel like this is also a culprit. 

I was accused of stealing the character @hauntedhunting with my own character.

Let me just point out, first and foremost, and say that I dropped Aspen back in mid September. I would also like to point out, clearly, the admins do not read the bios you send in. Scan, maybe, read? No. 

I talked to Hunter’s mun personally, at the time we were also talking about opening a The 100 RP together. She was helping me with bios and such. It would be natural to assume we were friends, Hunter and Kinsley got along, we were talking all the time and bonding over our matching dogs. So, when I thought it would be, perhaps an idea to bring out a connection for both Hunter and Jesse since I was fairly new here. Apparently, I went to the wrong person. 

Originally, it was fine, she was going to get me the outline of their background because, apparently, it was something that needed to be done anyway. So, I waited, and it got procrastinated and procrastinated, and eventually it was brought up that I could go ahead and make a character. The bio points were even told to the Mun in question. There was nothing said about it. 

Months go by, our characters don’t even interact. I eventually drop Aspen because the admins tell me about point A. 

In recent months I no longer plot with or talk to @hauntedhunting. 

I don’t tag all of my trigger warnings and have inappropriate plots.

This one, I can almost understand. ALMOST. A few months ago I had a plot where Kinsley got shot, apparently I didn’t trigger warn the threads, which I did, see here. (X) The tag it literally /tagged/tw+blood. If that’s not tagging it, I don’t know what is. This was also a thread that happened months ago. Months and months and months have gone by since this thread happened. 

I also was accused of not tagging “drug use” which was pot, which in some states in America, where I live, is not considered a criminal offense, DC is one of those places. I live in DC. I don’t see other people getting kicked out for having their character smoke pot, in fact, it’s even turned into a crucial point in the roleplay, its a thing that some characters are built off of. Yet, I get kicked out for not tagging it, even though its legal where I live. 

Apparently, I also “sexualized” Kinsley. I don’t know how that happened, but apparently it did.

So, I would also like to point out that some of the characters that were unfollowed along with me, without any warning, were people that I frequently plotted with. Coincidence? I think not.

So, if any of you tagged below would like my personal information, feel free to message me, I’m going to be keeping all of my characters and moving them to a different roleplay. 

I love you lot, but apparently these Admin’s have had it out for me since the beginning, since I’ve spoken to them before and fixed my actions months ago for accusing me of “forcing characters into plots.” I’ve adored the threads and players I’ve met here, and I hope to keep in touch with you.

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[felidae-charr]

Pristine Perfect [Roleplay Intensifies]

"No. No that's not really what I'm looking for, either."

A frown passed Rasiel's face and he let out a soft huff of air. This was no good! Why did none of the stores in Divinity's Reach have what he was looking for? It wasn't like he could go to Lion's Arch, either, because that city was still in ruins and people were recovering from the calamity that had been Scarlet.

He raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose - a mannerism of frustration he'd adopted from the humans - and tried his best not to get too annoyed at the whole situation. From behind the counter, the shop owner offered a sad little shrug. "I am sorry sir. Perhaps this-"

"-No! No." His frown darkened and he counted to ten in his head. He'd spent an age working honestly to save up money, only to be meet a practical wall here. How daft was that? It was like the human gods were out to spite him, for stealing from their citizens so much in the past. 'Well maybe if they hadn't fobbed off to do whatever they're doing.'

The Sylvari offered a simple wave to the shopkeeper and turned to leave, ignoring the rather pitiful apologies of the human behind him and instead trying to focus on where else he could go. He'd already been to the more expensive stores in town, ironically, and now the cheaper ones were left. What choice did he have, really? Rasiel felt a little torn, because he had wanted the gift to be utterly perfect and had assumed that only the expensive stores would have what he wanted, as a result.

"Well... here goes nothing, I guess. There's that cheaper shop just a few minutes down in the other district..." He didn't have a choice. He had to get this item, and he wanted it today. Was he being a little impatient? Admittedly yes, he probably was, but Rasiel didn't really think anybody could blame him. Or, they wouldn't if they knew what he was doing, and why he was doing it.

(more under the cut, snipped for length)

The walk to the store seemed much longer than the few minutes it was in reality, and during this time Rasiel minced words over and over in his head. He knew what he wanted to say, and he knew what the words meant even more so. But he... he wasn't so sure what the best way to say them was. In this aspect, humans seem to have him beat; they'd been doing this thing for years. Did they inherit it from their families? Perhaps it was genetic for them. Rasiel really didn't know, and didn't quite understand it all... but the notion was cute. Cute, and important, and very sentimental.

"Can I help you today, sir?" A voice cut into his thoughts, jolting Rasiel back to reality as he looked up at the store clerk.

She was a cute girl - for a human - and he'd seen her once before in the evening as she had been closing up the shop. Oops; that had been when he'd snuck in and stolen a few things. A job was a job was a job, even today. The theft had made her cry, though. Rasiel got the feeling Aegon wouldn't have liked that at all.

"Uh, I'm looking for a ring?"

"We have plenty of those, sir. Right over there, on that shelf," she said with a polite smile, pointing towards the shelf in question.

Rasiel gave her a smile back, and dipped his head in silent thanks before going to inspect the rings. It didn't take long to find one that looked fantastic, and he was instantly enthralled by it. It was so shiny! A silver ring, slightly wavy as if it was a snake's body. Closer inspection even revealed tiny little lines that were meant to act as scales. The "top" of the ring, where some would normally have a gem, was instead a silver snake skull, with two emeralds in either eye socket. As if that hadn't been cool enough, it even had to little silver fangs - curved slightly so they could sit nicely on the finger almost like a second band of the ring. The details were more fine on the skull, Rasiel noticed.

"This one," he said simply, picking it up and then walking to the counter to show it the girl. "I want this one."

"It's one of our more expensive ones sir, but of course," the young lady replied with her polite smile.

She opened her mouth, probably to tell him the price, but Rasiel didn't let her even begin to say as he pulled the pouch of coins off his belt and dropped it onto the counter. It made a rather thick thud - the pouch was fat with gold and silver - and a moment of silence fell between the two as the shop clerk glanced between it and then the Sylvari himself.

"... That's probably worth twice what the ring is, sir. Do you want me to-"

"-You can keep all of it."

Another pause, this one longer.

"But sir-"

"-I heard you were robbed a couple of months ago? I don't need that money, it's fine. Consider it compensation, I guess, for whatever that thief took."

The shop clerk blinked, but there was a delight in her eyes that Rasiel couldn't possibly have missed. "R-really?"

"Sure thing, sweety," he said in a smooth reply, giving her a smile and a wink. He turned and left the shop promptly afterwards, not necessarily ignoring the profuse thanks the clerk gave him in a joyful tone, but not responding to it, either.

It was what Aegon would have wanted him to do. Sure, he could have kept the money he'd worked hard for and gone bought something else nice, but... but... Rasiel shook his head and chuckled softly. He wouldn't have felt right, if he'd done it. Aegon wouldn't have ever agreed with him, if he'd done that, and would have insisted Rasiel do the "right thing". It was a little funny, really, how good that necromancer was at doing the "right thing" even though sometimes he seemed to behave like he did everything wrong.

Rasiel brought his hand up to admire the ring once again, smile widening on his face. He'd worked hard to legitimately pay for this, and he thought it was perfect. He'd even made somebody happy today, and made up for past crimes - which might have made him feel just a bit better on the inside even though regret wasn't something Rasiel often felt when it came to his work.

Now...

Now he just had to work out what words he wanted to say...