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please don't mistake silence for hatred. please don't mistake unanswered plotting messages as indifference, or a lack of enthusiasm towards you. considering the ages of most roleplayers, many of us have bills to pay, families to take care of, medical conditions to treat, appointments to make, classes to take, homes to clean, and lives to live away from the computer that are far, far more important than writing on tumblr — life has a tendency to get in the way of hobbies and fun things like this. be patient with your fellow writers. if it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out. of course you can set your boundaries, keep your space comfortable, and softblock whoever you wish, but do so while recognizing it's probably not hatred or apathy that keeps them from leaping into your dms with message after message. they probably love this hobby just as much as you... but sometimes life gets in the way.

ok yes i may be evil and morally corrupt but i’m also incredibly beautiful and i think that makes up for it honestly

I love that you keep the 🦇spooky🦇 vibes without it being cartoony. It’s a beautiful balance.

cried for three whole hours upon reading this.

Anonymously send me your favorite detail about how I play my character.

I will publish and respond OOC.

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who is the lamb & who is the knife ?

𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭,    𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫    𝐤𝐞𝐲 '𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤.   𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 ;   𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔶   𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐲.

𝐀𝐧   𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭,   𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲   𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞   𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲   𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐚𝐧   𝕺𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑   𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗.  𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬   𝐨𝐟   :   𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫,   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭,   𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥,   𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬,   𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝   𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜   𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞   𝐃𝐍𝐈   𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫   𝟐𝟎. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝   𝐛𝐲   𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗   HƆ⊥IM   .   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘/𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌   𝟑𝟎. promo template credit

tired of walking on eggshells pretending like i don’t care about shipping when i do actually. sue me but i crave romance and i think it’s fun to write. i WANT to ship my characters. i don’t care if our first interaction is setting the foundation for a plotted ship. the best part is this still doesn’t mean shipping is my main focus but god the purist culture the rp community has developed around shipping and painting it as some moderately taboo thing that you should only ever indulge at a strict minimum is so exhausting. ship with me.

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the latino couldn't fault her, feeling guilty for the lack of protest he put against the group's dismissing nature towards dom's infidelity. damian could only warn dom enough times before it became ridiculous, dom was an adult and yet, he couldn't keep his hands to himself. “ don't think too much about that, we both have our faults here. " and damian knew his too well, trusting towards finn— trying to help finn. too many times he has proved to care for people who don't share similar sentiments to his own, and learned the harsh truth. but her question caught him for a loop. “ you don't gotta' ask me for that. you know that. "

it was .. relieving. a weight lifted from his chest as he let himself be guided around, licking over his lips when she pulled away. hiding his disappointment well, as he watched. he couldn't help it, watching her; how her eyes squinted or the way she held the pen. he grown to appreciate the little things, even if it came off disapproving— and well, creepy. “ i'll make sure to swing by, alright ? "

love was complex, something he didn't know could possibly exist. after all, he heard the words before. love between husband and wife going sour, love between family— those church walls hadn't lied. humans tend to make matters complicating when discussing love; love was simplicity. love was acceptance. his idea of love was an illusion. something he was spoon—fed and nurtured upon in hopes that he will find someone too. that was before he became this .. beast—like creature.

heavy was the head that held the crown of thorns, a king of nothing. ruling over a small church, looming in the halls— painfully bored and unamused by the sounds of children playing outside during the day. his new life was torment, to watch others appreciate the life he hadn't. then a summer child with the touch of grace came along, raising him a question that he avoided for decades.

could death itself love something beyond him? humming to himself at the gentle caress, leaning into the comfort without realization. he was seeking out, hopeful. but her question brought him back, as he bit down on the inners of his cheek. “ always. but love isn't something to fear? "

“ really ? " a bit of disbelief apparent in his response. he never thought she would be approving of the new sound, it was different. different wasn't so bad, but different took time to adjust to. and he expected some fight on this, but her approval wasn't expected. “ well— i'm glad it did. " a smile slowly growing in response, shaking his head.

he was use to this, the impatience. if only he was able to drag it out longer, tease the man a bit. but he never knew how to say the words no when mox started acting like this. “ go on, be good for me. " he mumbled back, finding his position rather awkward with how fitted his jeans were against his arousal. “ don't tease, asshole. " hissing out in protest, a hand finding itself against the back of mox's neck— pulling him closer. nose to nose, as he began fumbling against the zippers that held them concealed. god, he didn't remember last time a blowjob was nerve wrecking.

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msg    -    sent     ›    nope, that's me threatening.

msg    -    sent     ›    left without saying goodbye or a kiss, man.

msg    -    sent     ›    an ass move if you ask me, so your dick will suffer for your crimes.

msg    -    sent     ›    it really depends. i don't have a problem with it because i can always adjust that attitude of yours.

msg    -    sent     ›    but nah, people are prey. half of you shouldn't look so delicious then.

charlotte (👑) : msg    -    sent     ›    you could've texted me, i wouldn't mind picking you up.

charlotte (👑) : msg    -    sent     ›    you're lucky that you're cute.

msg    -    sent     ›    been told once or twice, yes.

msg    -    sent     ›    it's the best of all worlds, admit it.

msg    -    sent     ›    it is quite a dynamic.

charlotte (👑) : msg    -    sent     ›    yeah, real offended.

charlotte (👑) : msg    -    sent     ›    i could get less tamed for you if that's what you're trying to bite.

charlotte (👑) : msg    -    sent     ›    . . see you soon, princess.

this is a gift , it comes with a price . independent, highly selective multi-muse roleplay blog. featuring muses from wrestling, house of the dragon, a song of ice and fire, interview with the vampire, and more ! minors do not interact. will contain triggering & sensitive topics, follow at your own behest. #PETITMORTES , as slaughtered by mowgli, 28 / cst / she+hers .

who is the lamb & who is the knife ?

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