On Perm Hiatus.

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[themusemanor-archive]

Permanent Hiatus

{ Gee…where do I start? I guess I’ll have to list off the reasons and go on from there. }

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[themusemanor-archive]

Permanent Hiatus

{ Gee…where do I start? I guess I’ll have to list off the reasons and go on from there. }

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[themusemanor-archive]

Permanent Hiatus

{ Gee…where do I start? I guess I’ll have to list off the reasons and go on from there. }

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[themusemanor-archive]

Permanent Hiatus

{ Gee...where do I start? I guess I’ll have to list off the reasons and go on from there. }

Alright, lemme stop with the “{}” bullshit. It’s really annoying to keep a format at this point, so I’m gonna say fuck the format since I’m not doing this shit from now on.

Now where was I? Oh yes. Permanent hiatus reasons. Quite frankly I have a lot to talk about here. Some may be reasonable, while others view it as ridiculous, either way it doesn’t matter. I’m here to declare something, and I could honestly care less about anyone else’s views at this time. Now to list them off:

1. Sparse activity from me and with other.

I don’t know how, but in the short timespan of only one to two months my activity has slowed to either a screeching halt for long periods of time, or has slowed to snail’s pace. 

Some of it is on my end, and I’m willing to admit that. Some is the other’s fault. Either way...the more distant I am from this hobby, the more I just don’t wanna do it. It’s kinda like playing video games with me. I could binge play for days, and if I leave it alone for a single day, I just don’t wanna do it. And also sometimes if I binge a hobby too much, I get sick and tired of it and take a break. Hell, from all the binge playing of MGS5, I haven’t played it in over three weeks, and I haven’t played Star Wars: The Old Republic MMO in ages too(only now have I recently replayed it due to The Force Awakens putting me into a Star Wars frenzy, but I’m glad I did either way).

In  a way, RPing is effected by both of these actions. RPing too much led me to abandon it, and abandoning it led to me further leaving it in the dust. And it’s not just that, but the fact that some won’t even interact with me any more. To be honest, it makes me beyond upset. What have I done to earn this cold shoulder? I sometimes begin to wonder whether it was because of my opinions on politics. Most likely, I’ve seen people unfollow me after I share my more right wing views.

And you know what? It pisses me off and makes me sick. Why the fuck would you unfollow me for my opinions when I don’t unfollow you for yours? Voltaire once said, “I may disagree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.” I don’t unfollow and not interact with someone simply because they shared an opinion that differs from mine. Hell, if I wanted to, I could bitch all day in your inbox about how your opinions are stupid and wrong and how they don’t work. But guess what? I don’t. I don’t act like a dick subtly either. 

TL;DR: Lack of RPs and communication with others, both on my and the opposite end.

2. Intolerant/asshole-ish communities & people.

I won’t name anyone, but if you’re reading this, you know who you are. Y’know, the people that did not accept a verse with shitty excuses or trying to sway away towards another when I wanted to try one. Or better yet, ditching a thread with that verse while in my inactivity, hoping I won’t notice. Well guess what fuckwads. I did. I did notice, and right now, I salute you with a nice, big, erect middle finger.

And it’s because of some of these communities that my muses are barely used and are deader than roadkill because of it. (COUGH COUGH mgs community COUGH COUGH). It honestly at times made me feel ashamed to be multi muse. I wanted to be multi-muse for a good reason. I didn’t want to make thousands and millions of other fuckin’ blogs or ending up having to delete some because I don’t wanna be the muse.

Dead blogs because its mun made another and transferred into that community are quite frankly, the cancer of Tumblr RPs as a whole. And I couldn’t give any less of a shit if I was being rude at this point. There’s a difference between brutal honesty and plain old mean attitudes, and I’m being the aforementioned.

Not only that, but these elitist blogs who complain about someone’s blog layout or won’t RP because it’s multimuse. Or better yet, the fucking elitists who legitmately judge you on your writing and only RP with you if others can match their pish-posh perfect quality, or the ones who don’t do crossovers. Generally, these entitled, elitist fucks like to use the excuse of being “selective” or “mutuals only”. 

Y’know what I say? Fuck you and your stupid bullshit! By being an isolationist, relegating yourself to a small group, you are seriously affecting the social cycle here on RP Kingdom of the Tumblr Empire. 

Now if you use “selective” and you do things that would be considered open, then you shouldn’t use that label. It scares people off, trust me, I know because I felt it. Or better yet, it worsens the serious social anxiety that these muns have. 

TL;Dr: If you’re a nice person like me who is accepting of all things, as long as you send an ask, then don’t use selective. If you’re a condescending, high-strung piece of shit, then why don’t you advertise it with big bold letters saying “LOOK AT ME I’M A DIPSHIT”?

3. Finally, it’s becoming a bore to me, and I view it now as a waste of my writing skills.

I’m not afraid to admit that I’m a good writer. However, I’m no Shakespeare, nor am I any of those other award winning authors. That’s what separates me from the egotistical. I’m self confident enough to admit I’m good, but humble enough to know I’m not the absolute best in the world.

Personally, I’m seeing this as a waste. Something where I’m throwing away my vocabulary, my sentence structure, my brain that thinks and spawns ideas like two rabbits fucking! I find it a waste. Not only that, but with RPs, you generally have to wait for the other to reply. If they don’t, it’s a waste of time and skill.

I’m quite frankly more comfortable with fanfiction(or better yet, writing my own stories that formulate within my mind, whether it be books, films, or video games) than I am RPing. Why? Because there’s no wait. There’s no sitting down on your ass waiting for this person to reply, only for them to do something completely different, forcing your “perfect” idea to take a sudden turn. With fanfiction, there is no wait. There is no warping of your vision, no injection of ideals you find an IQ drainer, nothing! You write for your, and your vision alone and input that into a medium.

Now I’m not discrediting any ideas as bad or stupid. No no, some of them were great ideas and turned my RPs into something better than I imagined! But when you have two people with two different dreams, two different goals, and two different pursuits, it tends to change for better or worse.

But when you come into an epiphany like the one I had as of late, listed above, you sort of realize just how boring and mundane this really is. Sure, when you’re in the moment, it’s fun! But it’s like doing drugs. The long term is not really ideal. It sort of alienates your world view on what’s reality and how people really act and view others. It even alienates a person’s sense of right or wrong, some of those involved topics making people completely insane!

To say fiction does not affect others in some way, you would be lying. It does affect people. Whether for good or for bad. Sometimes it desensitizes and makes the person tougher to break, other times it softens up a person and does the opposite effect.

But how did it affect me? The real world was perverted in my perspective from what it actually is (look up in a dictionary, perverted means more than being a sexual deviant). It made me think that the world was easy, and things like friends and girlfriends were a snap to get. The fact: it’s not. Not everyone is suddenly attracted to your presence. You have to gauge their interest or make them see you’re worthy of being a friend.

And it’s not just that, but as stated above, it becomes boring! I know people say it’s a hobby and its supposed to be fun so don’t stress yourself out. And that if people urge you about it, they’re being rude and not realizing your privacy rights. But here’s the thing: even hobbies long enjoyed become so boring, it’s just not fun anymore.

Trust me, I’ve tried. It doesn’t work for me anymore. Drawing is still a hobby for me, as with writing and playing video games. I’ve even gained filming as a hobby! These things are fun to me, still! Rping’s charms have just grown weary on me, and it’s dulled into the point of it being quite frankly something I dislike.

TL;DR: See the title.

Is there anymore questions? No? OK. Then it’s done. This blog will become an archive, and the only activity from now on will be queued posts. Spread the word. I quit.

If you’re still interested in reading my writing, go look at my personal @cjtheoverlord ...

If you wanna talk to me on Skype, message that blog. I’m not answering things here anymore.

Cheers. And godspeed, you magnificent bastards.

~themusemanor mun

[somethingindigo]

ジョジョカフェ@タワレコ渋谷店

[blimblethings-deactivated201703]

[themusemanor-archive]

{ Well Halloween’s over.

NOW WHO’S READY FOR CHRISTMAS?!?!?!?!

jk but srsly fuck those corporate marketing fuckwits its thanksgiving you FUCKS }

[kujirise-a]

{ Figured I'd use this verse since I haven't done much with it recently } "Mist...", Yu mulled over as he looked around the area. He knew what was coming. "S.H.A.D.O.W.'s here...", he looked around the area. The cyborg man began scanning the area, then hearing a scream. He immediately ran towards the source and found a cowering Rise. "Ghosts from my past? Hmph. Whatever.", he turned his attention to the Shadows and began attacking with his bare hands.

“S-Stay awaaaay!!”

Rise cried out; how were Shadows here?! They were supposed to stay in that other world! They stopped this..! The fog should have cleared, Teddie’s world should have been at peace… What was happening?

She couldn’t call on Kouzeon here, not in the real world… and if she did, it would take way too much out of her..! Besides, Kouzeon wouldn’t be able to do much against Shadows by herself! But someone arrived to save her, or so she hoped… he looked so familiar, and was battling the encroaching Shadows…

..What’s happening?

[themusemanor-archive]

“How’s this?!”, he lands a loud punch with a crack, the Shadow spilling the black matter that might be his “blood”. It’s then that the two Shadows merge and hit him with more than twice the force he gave. This sent him careening into the wall right behind Rise’s hidey-hole. 

He was practically stuck in the wall, but yet he was easily able to get out. He noticed the blood coming out the side of his mouth. “Hmph. Bastard…you wanna play rough then? Let’s play rough.” He put his hands at his waist line and a belt formed, phasing from within then physically appearing.

He pulled open the compartment and a card of the Fool Arcana floated down as a industrial tune kept repeating. He grabbed it and inserted it into, then placing it inside. The tune then picked up and introduced heavy metal guitars. “Henshin.”, he uttered before slamming the hand. “PERSONA!”, the belt’s deep voice bellowed.

The card then broke into millions of shattered pieces, the pieces then quickly attaching him, and in a blink of an eye he transformed. “IZANAGI!”, the belt spoke as his yellow eyes quickly flashed.

He let out a battle cry as he literally flew into the monster, fighting it again with nothing but his fists. This time, the Shadow’s attacks weren’t affecting him, but he certainly was hurting the Shadow judging by the cries of pain. “Rider Punch!”, he cried as he punched the creature, a lightning aura surrounding his fists. As the lightning surged through the Shadow, it faded away from existence. He stood motionless and firm over the Shadow’s disappearing corpse.

“Strange…it was not solid. Shadow cyborgs usually are…”, he muttered. “Whatever. Another target eliminated.” He turned towards Rise’s hiding spot. “Oi! It’s safe now. Come out.”, he stated as the belt merged back into him, the shards of the card blowing away like dust in the wind, returning back to his normal self.

[kujirise-a]

“M-Maybe I shouldn’t have stayed up so late watching Featherman with Naoto-kun…”

The idol mumbled in awe as she watched the rather bizarre events unfolding before her. The stranger looked so much like her dear Senpai, but, he acted so different..! And his Persona… He never used it like that! Where was his sword? Why was he electrified and not Izanagi!?

She must have been dreaming. That had to be it. She had a sleepover with Naoto, and found out that the detective adored Featherman and other similar shows… Poor Naoto was so embarrassed, but Rise was happy to indulge the azurette, surprisingly. Even if she herself wasn’t a particularly big fan, she could still enjoy it and live vicariously through Naoto, who was so enraptured by the style… So cute…

..Obliging the mystery-Yu, Rise poked her head out, hesitantly approaching him, her voice barely above a mumble in her confusion, “U-um.. thank you…” 

[themusemanor-archive]

“Hm.”, he acknowledged her thanks. Though he began to stare at the “blood” on the ground. Unbeknownst to her, his eyes were literally analyzing the mateial. It definitely wasn’t the blood of a S.H.A.D.O.W. cyborg.

If it wasn’t a cyborg, then what was it?, he thought to himself. He turned back around to Rise, walking around her figure and looking around her. It wasn’t in a perverted way, but more of curiously confused manner. He tapped her arm, and made a small frown and eye squint. “Hmph. Is this a joke? You were dead...you died by my own brainwashed hands. How is it that you’re still alive? How come you’re not transparent like ghosts should be?”

Normally, he probably hug the bejeezes out of her, but he’s pretty sure a hug from a cyborg would pop her eyes out. “If you’re really Rise, then answer my questions. What day and month was I born on? Who are my kin? And what is my favorite weapon? Lastly, only the real one would know, who were my affections to?”, he fired off the questions in his stoic manner.

Then again, how could a piece of metal be warm like a human heart? 

[themusemanor-archive]

Here was a man who lost his memories, the only remaining bond being the one between his Attendant, and himself. Well, now he’s an Attendant himself, but now his old feelings he might’ve had towards anyone vanished, Would he care? Mostly not.

For they were blown in the dust. Plus, becoming an Attendant drastically changed things between himself and his human friends. But she was Attendant too, so it would make sense she would be his love. Plus, he’d known her in his mental haze…and so many other things.

Even if this mysterious woman that keeps popping in his head was someone he once loved…it was far too late to go back. Yet, he did not mind. He was happy for now, and that’s all that mattered. He enjoyed the moment of the second connection of their lips, indulging in her taste.

He pulled back as well, staring back at her own golden orbs. “Well…whilst travelling between places I found a nice little beach. It’s deserted…and it oddly enough had a house. It’s quite a sight. I’ll show you it, if you want.”, he nuzzled her nose playfully and stroked her luscious white hair. He was always amazed by her beauty from afar, but it was even better up close.

[velvetempress]

♚ ] The giggle that escaped when he brushed against her nose with his own was shockingly effeminate, and even she appeared surprised by it. Clearing her throat and looking slightly embarrassed, she tried to focus instead on nodding to his offer. It did sound pleasant, and it had been an exceptionally long time since she had had occasion to visit a beach. Listening to nothing but the sounds of nature, and feeling the breeze through her hair, and having nobody but him around…

♚ ] Shifting slightly and settling her head against his chest, she hummed peacefully. Even the simple intimacy of having someone run their fingers through your hair was something she hadn’t experienced in a long time, and she had forgotten how soothing it was. The metronomic thrum of his heartbeat played in her ear, and her eyelids fluttered closed for a short while.

♚ ] “That sounds agreeable.” She murmured softly. “I’ll look forward to it. We just have to work on getting your memory back first, if you’re certain that’s what you want.” It would not be easy, by any definition. “I will do everything I can to help, of course, but..” Her voice trailed off. “I do not think that will be all that much.”

[themusemanor-archive]

This was quite a turn-around. Now he for once made her embarrassed. Gosh, she was being so cute at this moment, it was hard not to get the look out of his eye, the type of look one would give a new puppy when it did something silly.

“Yea...that is the more urgent matter at hand.”, he mumbled back. “Oh don’t say that. You’ve assisted me in so many ways...if it weren’t for you, I’d probably wouldn’t be functioning right now.”, he continued to play with her hair. 

“Heh...and maybe if it wasn’t for you, I’d be punching Igor.”, he chuckled at the thought. Though it didn’t sound so far off considering their tension. He lifted his head up to peek through the window. “Say, how about I show you that beach now?”, he looked up and pulled a string, the train’s constantly spawning tracks then turned. “We’ll be there in a bit. Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait.”

He directed his attention back to Margaret, going back to cuddling her. “Why are you so beautiful?”, he blurted, blushing once he realized what he said.

[sanguinestar-deactivated2018101]

Send a "♪" for the Muse to sing part of a song the Mun has recently listened to.

[this-potato-is-cancelled]

The Half-Boiled Detective Price

Naoto geeking out over Kamen Rider W, collecting Gaia Memories and even dressing up like Shotarou/W.

I bet she has a driver and all memories lmao.

Derpy stream doodles |D

[themusemanor-archive]

{ I LOVE THIS }

[despazito]

i should be doing so much homework right now

[kujirise-a]

{ Figured I'd use this verse since I haven't done much with it recently } "Mist...", Yu mulled over as he looked around the area. He knew what was coming. "S.H.A.D.O.W.'s here...", he looked around the area. The cyborg man began scanning the area, then hearing a scream. He immediately ran towards the source and found a cowering Rise. "Ghosts from my past? Hmph. Whatever.", he turned his attention to the Shadows and began attacking with his bare hands.

“S-Stay awaaaay!!”

Rise cried out; how were Shadows here?! They were supposed to stay in that other world! They stopped this..! The fog should have cleared, Teddie’s world should have been at peace… What was happening?

She couldn’t call on Kouzeon here, not in the real world… and if she did, it would take way too much out of her..! Besides, Kouzeon wouldn’t be able to do much against Shadows by herself! But someone arrived to save her, or so she hoped… he looked so familiar, and was battling the encroaching Shadows…

..What’s happening?

[themusemanor-archive]

“How’s this?!”, he lands a loud punch with a crack, the Shadow spilling the black matter that might be his “blood”. It’s then that the two Shadows merge and hit him with more than twice the force he gave. This sent him careening into the wall right behind Rise’s hidey-hole. 

He was practically stuck in the wall, but yet he was easily able to get out. He noticed the blood coming out the side of his mouth. “Hmph. Bastard...you wanna play rough then? Let’s play rough.” He put his hands at his waist line and a belt formed, phasing from within then physically appearing.

He pulled open the compartment and a card of the Fool Arcana floated down as a industrial tune kept repeating. He grabbed it and inserted it into, then placing it inside. The tune then picked up and introduced heavy metal guitars. “Henshin.”, he uttered before slamming the hand. “PERSONA!”, the belt’s deep voice bellowed.

The card then broke into millions of shattered pieces, the pieces then quickly attaching him, and in a blink of an eye he transformed. “IZANAGI!”, the belt spoke as his yellow eyes quickly flashed.

He let out a battle cry as he literally flew into the monster, fighting it again with nothing but his fists. This time, the Shadow’s attacks weren’t affecting him, but he certainly was hurting the Shadow judging by the cries of pain. “Rider Punch!”, he cried as he punched the creature, a lightning aura surrounding his fists. As the lightning surged through the Shadow, it faded away from existence. He stood motionless and firm over the Shadow’s disappearing corpse.

“Strange...it was not solid. Shadow cyborgs usually are...”, he muttered. “Whatever. Another target eliminated.” He turned towards Rise’s hiding spot. “Oi! It’s safe now. Come out.”, he stated as the belt merged back into him, the shards of the card blowing away like dust in the wind, returning back to his normal self.

[zerrie]

2013 vma will always be the best vma

[citrouilles-deactivated20230317]

HOW COULD YOU FORGET ABOUT DAFT PUNK????!!!!!

[iamaslitherin]

I’m actually just reblogging this because of daft Punk!

[probertson]

fulton recovery

[azelfandfriends-deactivated2021]

I'll roleplay with anyone! reblog if you will too!

[themusemanor-archive]

{ Ok from now on any personal blog that isn't related to my fellow RP buddies and that follows me and reblogs things will be blocked. }