#like. talk to any of the people that have ghosted/blocked me and they'll likely tell you to stop wasting your time on me lmao

[sweet-chimera]

You can ignore this. But since seeing the callout post I've been nothing but pissed at Spork. So here's my two cents. We used to RP a lot, they told me constantly that they loved me (platonically, of course). They gave me the impression that we were close, despite us not having many deep conversations outside of RP. I don't want to say lovebombing, but looking back... It kinda was. All because I RPed a character they simped for. The Penguin, from Batman's rogues gallery. Overtime, I watched Spork RP with so many other people, eventually I felt like leftovers to them. Conversations were less and less, and finally, interaction stopped almost altogether when I stopped RPing the Penguin. So whatever was of our 'friendship' was, it was long gone. I was sad, but had moved on. I unfollowed, and blocked for a time. Just so I had space to focus on the mutuals that did RP with me. This was a year ago. In December I had unblocked a few of Spork's accounts. Not ready to go back to RPing with them, but simply that I longer cared about seeing their shit on my dash through mutuals now. Obviously they eventually reached out to me. Though I found the timing fishy, as it was the Thursday just before the wedding event. On top of that, their message was nothing but bitter. Not wanting to ruin the Wedding event, because I knew how much Spork and Slurk seemed to be close, I decided to wait until after the event to respond. I was going to tell them how it was, that in the end some RP partners just go and to not get so hooked up over it. That Spork RPed with many great RPers and they should focus on that. But I'm glad I waited, because I was not aware of all of this happening in the background. Without the context I now have, I had saw their (now deleted) vague post and immediately blocked them. Spork clearly does not care. Because any little fault they'll act like you backstabbed them in the most cruel way. Over a simple thing! That's not how adults behave, that's not how you treat other fellow RPers. Talking shit behind their back like that. It's just disrespectful and such a low blow. I am so sorry what you, your boyfriend, and girlfriend went through. Again, that's not how you treat your online and/or offline friends. Or RP mutuals. I wish you all the best. And some peace and quiet. <3

-From a non mutual.

// i lied this is the last one. You are the 7th person in 48 hours to tell me you had a similar experience with spork. They hyper fixate on muns. Leave you to find a new fixation. Then get upset if you move on to. Then they'll about their experience to those around them to always be the good guy. For eaxmple, everyone they told about void going up to talk about them. Spork said void was the rudest man (misgendering) they've ever spoken to in her life and he ghosted he. When we clearly see. they went up to them respectful about the fact that spork was ghosting them and the ship first. Im sorry you've had this experience but you're not alone.

#Anonymous #tw: drama #tw: call out post #tw: long post #(IT KEEPS GETTING WORSE THE MORE PEOPLE COME TO US WITH THEIR STORIES) #(BRO THERES LIKE 10 POC AFFECTED. THERE ARENT MANY OF US HERE HOW)

[kyouka-supremacy]

One of the reasons I love sskk is that you get the best of both worlds. One day I will analyse the way they are both mirrored versions of each other and the same and the next day I will clown them to hell and back because both are dumbasses (affectionate)

(Sorry if I'm sending you too many asks. I don't have anyone in my life that has read BSD, so this gives me a chance to talk about it [and my sons]. Love your blog ^-^)

THAT IS SO TRUE. They are a full 360° ship where you just can't go wrong. They'll be unpacking their deepest fears and bringing out the darkest sides of their minds and hitting and hitting and hitting because they hate themselves so much that they can't help but wanting the person that is most similar to them dead and then right after they'd be like “this riding experience is terrible” and “want to get some tea or something” and “you don't shop normally in normal places!” and whatever delightful thing their inexperienced attempts at plotting in chapter 85 was. They're profound and silly at the same time and it's so amusing and it basically forces you to want to pinch and pull at them untill you've seen all the forms their interactions can take.

Random babbling incoming but like. Their apparent stupidity and simplicity is exactly as important as the narrative symbolism and depth of their connection, because that's what makes them human, and relatable. We CAN'T all be supergenius, and sskk are so so ///so/// flawed, and it's so beautiful in its own way!!! Because humans are flawed, and it makes them feel all the more realistic and easy to sympathize with. And - crazy enough, listen to me carefully here - this duality of depth and simplicity is itself yet another side to the way the two mirror each other. Where Atsushi is always dwelling on his past and overthinking his actions, Akutagawa holds a way more simple, straightforward mindset: he's the “what a foolish question” and he's the “I don't need words, only actions”. I think they really work perfectly together, because Akutagawa often comes as someone who can help ground Atsushi from the ghosts that surround him, make him understand that the past is gone and what matters is here and now (see chapter 35 “The words of your past are fundamentally unrelated to who you are now”). Relating such concept, it's now been more than a month but I haven't been able to stop thinking about this reply from a fic author- quoting it directly because I wouldn't be able to explain it any better. (Please, make sure to read their works if you have the chance, they're incredible)

one of my favorite parts of bsd is how it addresses that 1. your emotional realities are valid and should be lived out and 2. sometimes mental blocks are solved not by indulging in them but by a reality check. sometimes when a person says “it feels like i’m drowning in my emotions”, “learn to swim” is a correct response. it’s silly and funny, but it’s also true. akutagawa engages with a lot of atsushi’s emotional realities by directly telling him: you have to move on. not in a “get over it” dismissive way, but in a “that’s just what you have to do” way. it’s a reminder that things are not hopeless, and they could never be, and indulging such a notion is mighty silly.

That's exactly it. I've particularly been reflecting over the “learn to swim” figure because it's. so silly and at the same time so serious and important in the way it perfectly‚ flawlessly exemplifies this aspect of the sskk relationship and in what Atsushi and Akutagawa are so different. The way they can actually, realistically help each other overcome their insecurity and fears, the way they unintentionally yet perfectly push each other to be better people every day makes me insane.

#There's not such thing as sending too many asks! Apologies if I take time to answer though //// #atsushi nakajima #ryūnosuke akutagawa #sskk #shin soukoku #bsd #bungou stray dogs #people asks me stuff

[forgwater]

Victorian Ramshackle Residents Headcanons:

warning: I'm here to brainrot not to be completely historically accurate. None of this is planned so I'm writing this as it comes to me.

Victorian AU anyone?

Feel free to send requests and asks about the au.

characters are aged up.

inspired by: @mushibashiraas and their Victorian Riddle headcanons

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Welcome to the Ramshackle Flat!

Recently acquired by the NRC, The Ramshackle Flat has been in disrepair for quite a while now. The owner, mister Crowley has been kind enough to let you rent the place at a discounted price, with the promise that you will help fix it up. You just didn't expect all that would come with your new living arrangements.

~Small Scenario~

After your talk with the mysterious owner of the building you are left standing in front of your new residence... at least the door looks sturdy enough and there are no broken windows. Your new companion, Grim, keeps pawing at your legs telling you to "hurry up already!", what an impatient creature.

As you open the door you are greeted with dust and a slight breeze... weird... the windows aren't open. You are quickly snapped out of your thoughts by a loud

BANG!

followed by a loud shriek from Grim.

What looks like a pot is now rolling on the ground. How did that even happen?!

"'Ello there pally!" one specter says.

"What do we have here?" a second one joins.

"Well, aren't you some lovely living creatures." you hear from behind you. The third apparition seem to be blocking your exit.

You never thought that something as simple as trying to find a place to rent would devolve into something so... eventful...

Luckily you've managed to calm... well... the spirits. Which means you've got new roommates! Lucky you.~ Now you live with a weird cat and three ghosts, what an achievement!

So much for living alone, huh.

The Residents:

Grim

A stray cat you once fed. He's refused to let you go ever since, he's constantly following you.

Grim insists you would be in grave danger without him being by your side. Is he right? Or is it a scheme to keep himself fed and housed. You're not quite sure.

He's quite cute you think, despite his spoiled, prideful and stubborn personality, you can't help but coo when he snuggles against you, on chilly nights especially.

He's quite fond of tuna, the expensive kind too. You could swear you've caught a glimpse of him fighting with lord Trein's cat, Lucius, over the stuff. When you bring it up he swears you're imagining things and that he would never do something as undignified as that.

The Three Specters

Fun loving ghost coming from beyond the grave, they seem quite pleased to make your acquaintance, well... it looks like they're your new roommates from now on. Don't worry, they'll scare of any would-be thief so your belongings are in safe translucent hands. Just make sure to tell your guests about them beforehand.

Y/N (F/N L/N)

Y/N is whoever you want them to be! It all comes down to your preference. You want to know about them as the help around the different buildings? How about them as an aristocrat? Oh! How about royalty? Perhaps a runaway? A medium? Someone's child? Someone's sibling? What relationships they have with the other residents?

If you decide to ask, you'll have to specify Y/N's status first then what kind of relationship you want to know about, a friendship? a rivalry?... or perhaps are you looking for love? Are they strangers, childhood friends, betrothed? Is it an arranged marriage? A scandalous affair between people of different status? You can also add a little bit of personality for dear old Y/N. Are they more on the shy side or are they quite bold?

Y/N is by default gender neutral, I like to make it possible for anyone to read, but I can try to write for female and male readers (keep in mind that I'm afab so I don't know how well I'd be able to write a male reader)

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don't know if you're interested, but I'm tagging you anyway: @anonima-2 @hat3yo0 @oreochococheesecake

#twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #twst headcanons #disney twisted wonderland #twst meme #disney twst #ramshackle prefect #twst grim #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #reader insert #twst reader insert #twst victorian au #victorian au #gender neutral reader #gn reader

[headinthestaticsky]

NEW! The Fire of the Innocent Sun: Jasper Hale x Fleur Hale, Chapter 5

Authors note: Again some elements of the movie and book have been changed. Remember when this song was popular?

"I keep going to the river to pray 'Cause I need something that can wash out the pain And at most I'm sleeping all these demons away But your ghost, the ghost of you It keeps me awake."

Ghost by, Ella Henderson

I hadn't been down to the reservation in a while it's lush trees and plants were turning orange and yellow and its grass was still damp and slippery. It was as if it was frozen in time, being dormant in constant rain and coldness. Before I knew it I was at Billy Black's house, an uneasiness was nestled within my stomach. I didn't know how Jacob would react or how much he had changed. I knew he was still hurt after all the manipulation Bella had put him through and I didn't know how he would treat me. Would it be was cheerfulness and joy or would his heart freeze over and reject my plea immediately? I didn't have much time to ponder over my choices as the door had swung open. A smile greeted me at the door, Billy Black hadn't changed much... it gave me a sense of comfort.

"Fleur, it is so nice to see you again...Sam told me the situation you're in... I hope you make it out okay." Billy said, moving aside for me to come in.

"Thank you, I hope we do too... Did dad show you pictures of Ezra?"

Billy chuckled before answering me.

"You know he did, he looks a lot like you two... same black hair and brown eyes."

"He doesn't have my personality that's for sure."

"What's he like?"

"He's a lot like Jasper... calm and collected the only thing he got from me was my love for the Earth. He is obsessed with plants, water, and he is absolutely fascinated by space it's adorable." I smiled at the thought of my son... I never knew how much love I could feel someone until I had him. I loved Jasper to death of course but having a child just opens your eyes that much more.

"Not that I'm complaining that you visited but, there is a reason you're here I'm sure."

I looked at him, guilt replaced my joy.

"Yeah, there is... I need to talk to Jacob, is he here?"

"He might be down at the beach, if he's not there he's in the barn house."

"Thank you, Billy. It's so nice seeing you again." I said, I bent down to hug him.

I then turned around walking toward the front door, I walked down to La Push. The nerves had set in again and if I could, my palms would probably be sweaty. The wet gravel crunched beneath my feet and the wind howled loudly. I had stopped and looked around, the ocean looked grey matching the sky perfectly.

"What are you doing here?" I sternly voiced asked from behind me.

I slowly turned around and saw Jacob staring at me. The disdain was riddled in his eyes.

"Hey, Jacob..."

"What are you doing here?" He asked again he sounded angrier.

"I wouldn't bother you if it wasn't important... I think you know everything that is going on right now."

"I know some of it but that's not my problem. I left Sam's pack."

My eyes widened, shock replaced my apprehensiveness.

"What? Why?"

"I didn't feel the need to be there anymore... and before you even ask you know why."

"It is Bella?"

"Ding ding ding."

"I'm sorry Jacob... I know my sister really hurt you."

"Not like you care."

I walked up to him looking him dead in the eye.

"Of course I do! Jake, I've known you since I was a little girl... you were one of my best friends. I know you can't stand what am I but I am always going to care about you."

His eyes filled with sadness but relief began to shine through. I took a chance and pulled him in for a hug, he reciprocated it. I could feel hot droplets of water fall onto my clothes.

"She really fucking hurt me."

Venom leaked from my eyes and my face scrunched up.

"She hurt me too."

I didn't know how long I was standing there with him but suddenly the sun filled my vision. It was like our walls built with coldness and ice were beginning to thaw. I hadn't really talked much about any of this with Jasper or the others. No matter how much she screwed me over she was still my sister. As much as I didn't want to I loved her and I always would. Jacob and I pulled apart, I could see the relief on his face. He must've been holding all of this in too, all of that pain stuffed into a bottle that was about ready to burst.

"So... what did you need?" He asked, a small smile was on his face.

"You know I had a son?"

"Yeah, I do... Billy tells me all the time about the photos your dad shows him."

"Well... Bella and Edward told the Volturi about him and now they're coming after all of us."

"Wow... So that's where she went."

"Yeah... Leah told me that a lot more people are turning because of the vampires we found to help us out."

"So you're asked me to help the wolves out."

"Damn didn't even have to finish my statement."

Jacob laughed before answering.

"I'm in... you're going to need all the help you can get."

"Thank you so much Jacob you do not know how much I appreciate this."

Timeskip: 2 hours later

Jacob and I drove back down to the Cullens' house, I wondered how they would react. When I pulled into the driveway I saw Jasper and Rosalie waiting for me.

"Oh boy..." I muttered to myself. Jacob and I got out of the car and approached them.

"Fleur where were you?" Jasper asked.

"I had to find a little bit more help," I said, gesturing toward Jacob.

"Jacob, nice to see you again." Jasper greeted, I could tell he was tense.

"Don't worry I'm not gonna try anything on you guys... even if blondie tries to poison me."

"Don't push your luck." Rosalie threatened, her eyes took on a deadly look and her finger was pointed at him.

"Okay you two settle down and get in the house," I said, trying to breaking the tension. Before we could however I could he the sound of two people running. Their speed wasn't one of a human Rosalie, Jasper, and Jacob would all hear it too.

"Rosalie get Carlisle now!" I said.

Rosalie quickly ran into the house.

Before I knew it two men were standing in front of me... both were unfamiliar.

"Who are you?"

The door behind me swung open and Carlisle called out toward the two people. Kate, Rosalie, and Emmett were right behind him.

"Vladimir, Stefan, you're a long way from home."

"What are they doing here?" I heard Kate inquire.

"We heard the Volturi were moving against you. But that you would not stand alone." Vladimir answered.

"We didn't do what we were accused of," I stated.

"We do not care what you did."

"We have been waiting a millennium for the Italian scum to be challenged," Stefan said in eagerness.

"It's not our plan to fight the Volturi," Carlisle said quickly.

"Shame. Aro's witnesses will be so disappointed."

"They enjoy a good fight."

"Aro's witnesses?" I asked.

"Aww. Still, hoping they'll listen?" Vladimir said to me mockingly.

"When Aro wants someone from a coven it's never long before evidence turns up proving that coven committed some crime."

"So he's done this before?" I said, anger leaked in my voice and I quickly whipped my head around to look at Carlisle.

"It happens so rarely, I never realized it was a pattern," Carlisle replied.

"How in the hell do you not remember that he's done this before you've lived for hundreds of years!"

"I can't really tell you Fleur... I just know he always pardons one person whose thoughts he claims are repentant. This person always has an ability. And they're always given a place with the Guard."

"It has to be about Alice. He has no one like her!" I started.

"Which is why she left." Jasper finished for me.

"Why does he need witnesses?" Emmett asked.

"To spread the word that justice has been served. After he slaughters an entire coven." Vladimir answered.

"Come on inside, we need to tell everyone else the news," Carlisle said.

You could imagine the faces of everyone when they revealed the pattern of the Volturi. Horror and shocked were all anyone could feel in the room.

"Benjamin, Tia, we're leaving. NOW!" Amun demanded.

I quickly jumped up blocking his way toward the exit.

"And where will you go? What makes you think they'll be satisfied with Alice? What's to stop them from going after Benjamin next? Or Zafrina or Kate, Bree, or anyone else with a gift?" I started, I looked toward Jasper for support.

"They will try to get anyone they want. Their goal isn't punishment, it's power. It's acquisition. Carlisle might not ask you to fight, but Fleur and I will. For the sake of my family. But also for yours. And for the way you want to live." Jasper added. Jacob and Leah looked at each other before nodding slightly toward one another.

"The pack will fight. We've never been afraid of vampires."

"We will fight," Kate said, Tanya, Elezar, and Carmen nodded in agreement.

"This won't be the first time I fought a king's rule." Garrett added.

"We'll join you." Benjamin said, smiling at me."

"No, we will not!"

"I will do the right thing, Amun. You may do as you please." Benjamin said dismissing Amun.

"We will stand with you."

"So will we."

I looked at everyone before thanking them.

"We're going to take down these bastards once and for all."

#twilight imagine #twilight saga #twilight #jasper whitlock x oc #jasper hale x reader #jasper hale x oc #jasper whitlock #jasper cullen #jasper hale #emmett cullen #esme cullen #edward cullen #carlisle cullen #alice cullen #rosalie hale #bella swan

[spencers-dria]

Like Real People Do

🎉150 Follower Celebration Day 3!!

(Repost cause tumblr ate it 🙄)

REQUEST: congrats on 150! for the requests - how about a fic based on 'like real people do' by hoizer? i was thinking something like reader telling post-prison!spencer that who he is now matters much more than who he was in the past, but feel free to take it in whatever direction you want to! 💛💛

Spencer x gn reader

Angst

Content/Trigger Warnings: anxiety, depression, PTSD, implications of drug cravings

Yet another week of seemingly meaningless work at the office while my colleagues, my friends spend their time out in the field, doing the hard work, catching the criminals, seeing the joy of family and friends reunited at the end of a case. I couldn’t help but feel jealousy, resentment. But it was more than the actions of Cat Adams that put me in this place; it was my own ill-advised choices. How can one help but to be completely reckless and desperate for the sake of family? In the end it was sorted out. Here I sit, not behind bars, well, not in the prison anyways. The four walls of the building had become their own kind of imprisonment. I knew it wouldn’t last forever, but it was simply one more thing on the list of problems to deal with and reminders of the past. Of my past.

Coworkers offered kind smiles and gestures, all well meaning. None of it broke through the barrier made up of many types of bricks: anxiety, depression, PTSD, self-loathing, cravings, regret. None of them seemed aware of the newest walls put up, but that’s alright. It keeps them at a distance just the same. It serves its purpose to protect them and myself. Or so I thought. The last thing I expected when they returned from their latest case was the urgency in which my coworker, my dearest friend, pulled me aside into an empty office, fear in their eyes.

“I can’t be quiet anymore.”

I used my silence as a means to beckon them to continue.

“You’re not okay, Reid.”

“That’s what this is about?” I scoffed. “I’m fine. Everyone says so. The therapist says so. Emily says so. And most importantly, I say so. So if you don’t mind-” I moved to make my exit only to find myself blocked by their determination and hard-headedness.

“Sit!” They scold, but their eyes still hold a gentle and caring manner.

We both took our seats on a couch at the far end of the room, leaving enough distance for comfort.

“Look, I’m okay really I just-”

“Stop, Reid.” I felt a gentle hand on top of mine as I found the strength to raise my eyes to meet theirs.

For a moment, I couldn’t be sure how long, we shared nothing but a gaze, silence, and the gentle squeeze of a hand. It said more to me than any words they could have spoken, because at that moment I saw it. I saw myself. My pain, my regret, my anger, I saw all of it in their eyes, in its own form. I knew in that moment they understood more than I could have or would have ever expected.

One moment we sit in silence, but the next is filled with cries that hold pain, once buried deep but now rising to the surface. It’s a nasty business, digging through the graveyard of your past. I never expected to work through any of it, nor did I want to, that is, until they held my hand and didn’t let go, right by my side every step of the way.

“I can’t do this anymore. Sometimes I wish I was just-”

“I know, Spencer. I know.”

We spent days, weeks, debriding every wound, airing out the freshest of cuts so that they may finally begin to heal. Long talks, hard cries, hours spent in silence, in darkness. They did whatever necessary to get me through all of it. I grew closer to them than I ever dreamed possible. We were bonded together as the wounds healed. One day it finally occurred to me, what was it they saw? How was it, amongst a group of profilers, only they seemed in tune to how deeply I was buried underneath it all? Why did they choose to dig as deep as they did, to pull me out? Could it be a darkness in them that sought out the darkness in me?

“Do you think we could pretend?”

“Hmm”

“That I’m okay? That none of it happened? That we can just be- you and me?”

“Maybe, just for now, Spencer.”

Distractions. 

Lips on lips, staggered breaths, wandering fingers, skin on skin.

Wondrous little distractions.

I have been so wrapped up in everything, my pain, my healing, me. Only someone who knew this kind of pain could have understood or been able to help me through it as well as they have. Maybe they have worked through theirs, but what if they haven’t? What if they’re hurting just as badly as I was or worse? Is it not my job to reach out? Don’t I owe them for everything they have done? I know I can’t push. It’s a dangerous game, digging through your past. I trust they'll let me know when they’re ready, if only from the look in their eyes. After all, isn’t that how they knew it was time with me, when I had finally had enough?

“You know I’ll always be here to take care of you, right?” I place a kiss to their forehead, pulling them in impossibly close.

“Oh Dr. Reid, I thought that was my job.”

I feel the way they melt into the kiss, soft and sweet.

I may not be able to put a face or a name to their pain and their past, but seeing my demons reflected in their eyes cuts deep. I would protect them with my life if given the chance, not just from physical danger but emotional damage, scars, wounds that don’t heal. I know they could heal too, if they would only let me help, let me listen.

“You’re so much more, Spencer.”

“More than what?”

“More than all of it. More than your past. “

“So are you.”

Until that time I will be here. I will hold them, care for them, kiss them as though it can cure every ailment, lift every burden, wipe away every tear. We are merely ghosts of our pasts, desperate to feel something good again like real people do.

“I had a thought, dear

However scary

About that night

The bugs and the dirt

Why were you digging?

What did you bury

Before those hands pulled me

From the earth?

I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask you, neither should you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real people do

I knew that look dear

Eyes always seeking

Was there in someone

That dug long ago

So I will not ask you

Why you were creeping

In some sad way I already know

I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask you and neither would you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real people do”

#renswritingchallenge #Spencer Reid #criminal minds #dr spencer reid #spencer x reader #angst #tw: anxiety #tw: depression #tw: ptsd #tw: cravings #Spotify #hozier #like real people do

[sadweeb69]

RULES:

1. Don't ghost me. I can get bored of a chat/roleplay easily within three days/a week of no reply (I get that you all have lives outside of social media, but no one's busy for, like, a month. There's usually always breaks in between). I understand going on hiatus, but if you KNOW you won't be able to reply for a while, TELL ME. It's a waste of time to just join a chat (or get invited to a chat? I'm still figuring this app out since I'm still new to it and haven't bothered seeing what the chat feature's like compared to Amino's. I don't know if I have to invite people to chats or if it goes both ways and other people can invite me to chats) and suddenly stop replying out of nowhere. I don't wanna hype up myself to talk to someone I really want to roleplay/chat with (usually people I'm following) just to get disappointment in return.

(Yes, I know I have shitty handwriting. You don't need to remind me. B-Because I already know my handwriting's so shitty that I have more confidence in my typing skills than my handwriting *fucking sobs in the corner of my room while blaring I'm Not Okay (I Promise)*)

2. I am literate - advanced literate (I can go up to novella if I'm invested in the roleplay). My minimum is semi-literate, but I'll only drop down to that if I'm out of ideas and don't wanna repeat the same reply.

3. If there's gonna be smut, skip it. I like me some sChPiCy SeXuAl TeNsIoN, but skip it (I'm a minor, btw. That, and I can't write a whole novel describing two fictional characters plowing each other). I'm fine with flirting/sexual buildup/tension, though. Sexual jokes inside and outside of the roleplay is completely fine, but flirting and sexual/romantic tension is exclusively inside roleplay only. I don't mind if it's a compliment or you're using cheesy pick-up lines ironically (like, in a friend way, not in a romantic way), but flirting with me (the person behind the screen), sending me nudes, sending me links to shady websites, shit like that is NOT okay. I won't hesitate to fucking block you. I'm fine with wholesome memes (and any meme, really) as well.

4. HAVE. PROPER. GRAMMAR. I cannot stress that enough. There's a difference between 'let's eat grandma' (which implies that you wanna eat your own grandma. Fucking gross, dude. You wanna eat your grandma? How about you get rid of that yee yee ass haircut and get some big hot anime men on your PP?) and 'let's eat, grandma' (which implies that you wanna eat WITH your grandma, which makes more sense). I get it if you're dyslexic/from a country that doesn't speak English, but it's so frustrating when I write a reply that's beautifully handcrafted with great grammar, and then I get "hw wpalkdded to to thqe douR" in return. A suggestion: watch subbed anime and pay attention to the subtitles. That's why I use proper grammar and capitalization, which is really important. I'm not your English teacher or an author, so it's really embarrassing that I, a teenager in their second year of high school, am emphasizing the importance of proper grammar, punctuation, and capitalization. I'm literally just a kid that only knows this stuff through watching subbed anime.

5. Don't come into my DMs saying, "FUCK ME DADDY I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY BRAINS OUT".

I will fucking channel my inner Filthy Frank, call you a dumbass, block and report you before you can even type another sentence. Don't even fucking attempt it. This is your only warning.

7. Roleplaying is supposed to be fun (like a hobby. Unless you unironically say, "XD" in 2021. What the fuck is wrong with you? Go back to 2009. That isn't a hobby). How do you make it fun? Well, just make memes about it! It could be about our characters, each other, anything, really. This isn't really mandatory, but it'd spice up the roleplay a little if you just added a little humor.

8. I prefer to roleplay with OCs with a personality (I'm honestly a sucker for the "emo storm cloud with a lot of pent up anger and is haunted by trauma X annoying but psychotic ray of sunshine who just wants to annoy the emo storm cloud and see them smile for once" dynamic. That might be a little specific, but that's honestly my favorite dynamic. It's just so fucking cute!) that opposes the personality of my OC. I fuckin' love how their personalities clash. Like, one's all bubbly and happy but psychotic and the other's a grumpy emo who wears all black and is haunted by trauma/their daddy issues. AH! I love it! I mean, don't get me wrong, I love me some drama and tension, but when the roleplay is nothing but a pity party with drama oozing all over, it gets boring. You can only write about drama for so long until it gets stale and boring. I cannot roleplay with an OC who's just as much of a rude, edgy prick as mine. It just makes the roleplay unbearable because all they'll be doing throughout the entire roleplay is hate each other. And if it's a romance roleplay, how will they get together? Every reply would just be "grrr bite bite me hate you because you hate me" going back and forth.

That's all I have, really. Pretty simple rules. Before you ask me about triggers, I don't really have any (if you count refusing to roleplay fucked up shit (rape, kidnapping, abuse, toxic relationships, etc.) because, well, they're fucked up as a trigger, then yeah, I guess I have triggers. I might add more rules the more I roleplay on this site (well, more like app because I'm on my tablet). Or not. It depends if roleplaying here's a better alternative to roleplaying on Amino, because Amino sucked BALLS. There were some good times I had there, too, it's just that most roleplayers on there are really cringy (and not in the good way). Anyways, I may add more rules just to be cautious or the more I roleplay on here.

To confirm that you actually read my rules and you didn't just steal my damn memes (yeah, I can tell if you're stealing my memes. I'm watching you from inside my trash can. Fuckin' meme thief. I'm gonna torture you with MCR lyrics >:( ) or skim through it without actually reading it, give my froggy bois (Hubert and Dubert. Yes, I named a picture of two frogs that I stole from Google. Fight me, you smaller gremlin) headpats and call them polite froggies bECAUSE THEY ARE ABSOLUTELY POLITE AND PRECIOUS AND I FUCKING LOVE MY FROGGY CHILDREN (virtually. Just say, *gives Hubert and Dubert headpats and calls them polite froggies*).

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i wanna tell oomf why i softblocked them@bc they really were like super sucky and it was in such a stupid hypocritical way and just bcof@that i wanna be like ???@(@:& look!! look how it didn't make sense and look how u contradicted urself and look how u didn't do what u always said u would !! look how terrible it was but i'm not going to because they're my friend and friends get softblocked off this account for a few months instead of me@maybe telling them what they did wrong and hurting their feelings <3 LOL like i would tell them if they could deal with it but they for sure couldn't and also honestly i don't even want to talk to them like i want them to be unaware of what they did so they can just hate me and keep their image of themselves and i also want to tell them what they did so they'll know why i've been ghosting them but mostly i just don't want to be around them or talk to them or remember they exist because i have a mental block. i have ..... like one of the things that made me think i have osdd was that in osdd parts have different opinions or wants and normally i'd be like whatever people can have that too just regularly but like whether u love or hate or give a shit about a persons existence that feels like a little more than just an opinion and there are a few opinions. in my brain about them... anyway idk what's going on in my brain rn but the gist of it is that whoever gives a shit about their existence is a dramatic whiny bitch and everyone else ljke Doesnt care like at all and so most of the time i don't care like at all about them either so it's like eh. just have to wait for me to be someone else maybe i'll care thenaybe i'll do something about it then. hfhhffj like the emotional amnesia is so unreal also osdd is so. weird like god like a while ago i had this weird experience where it was one of those times where i felt like i wasn't controlling my actions and it felt like i was doing just what someone else wanted me to do and i was typing a thread and i was like wait. i ... Don't care. like i don't care or think or believe any of these things that i'm typing like they have nothing to do with me at all like the person that i think i am... i wouldn't even ever think like this and it was so weird and this was when i was trying to like figure out who was all up there in my brain and i was like a littlw bit aware of like presences ?? (which i m not anymore bc i am trying to like be in denial) and i felt like. that thing ?? up there like freeze and then suddenly just retreat reallt dar god i can't even explain it but it was just so fucking weird anyway what was i even saying. so wait yeah anyway whatever that thing was they care but i haven't really seen a lot of them lately so whatever. it just kinda feels unresolved to me rn that's what i care about most like i think there's meant to be more like i'm meant to care more or something bc i did like talk to them every single day almost all day for over a year but i just Don't care and it's weird. i care more about not caring than anything tbh like it's as if i never talked to tjem@in my life that's what o feel rn like i feel like i only know them secondhand because whoever knew them isn't here at all and no one else gave a shit. ... weird. anyway. ????? like just what the fuck even you know it's just weird more than anything like i feel like i'm noy even me because the emotional amnesia is so strong like ... i've never had it to this extent before with anyone else and it's just weird idk and u know what else i'm thinking of those old tweets on this acc thatre ljke... [osdd1a GLARING SYMPTOMS] like hfhgjkfksj jesus christ and um also thinking of all the proof jusy in my life that i have it and i'm thinking of when. i... like just really glaringly obvious things thatve happened like i'm thinking of the most two things one of them i'm thinking of when i was writing a tweet thread or something and i didn't care or want to write it and i wrote in it something like "also i don't even care i'm just writing this because [memory block] wants this to be like tweeted