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.
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Cloudy weather is so offensive to me because I just want to sit outside under a blanket and hold hands with someone but NO ONE is here to hold hands with
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But could Jonathan Harker survive Night Vale?
He has good odds, I think. Less in his pre-cryptid era, but a fair chance just the same. I think the issue for Jonathan Harker in any land with a vein of strangeness, however good, bad, or weird, is that he has a habit of getting a piece of that Place and its resident Horrors stuck to him like metaphysical gum.
Jonathan Harker would survive Night Vale, but whatever time/space warp that stole and then returned him to Victorian England wouldn't scour the place's influence from him.
At the very least he will still hear Cecil's broadcast every day, leaking from the horn of the nearest phonograph.
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River nodded, grabbing the umbrella they had by the door, walking outside walking around the general area, calling out for his sunlight. He could sense the sadness through their heartlight, he had just been so into his own mind earlier that he had just seen it as his own. After walking about for a bit, he noticed a telltale, but luckily not that often seen deep blue light from a small hidden spot he knew his sunlight liked, and was also where they dried their laundry.
River: You know… I think we will have to redo the laundry.
He smiled softly at Lucas, who was already soaking wet from the rain, a strong dark blue glow around him which of course was why there was rain and thunder on an otherwise sunny winter day.
River: I know it hurts.
Sitting down next to his sunlight, he makes sure they're both under the umbrella, even though Lucas was already drenched.
River: And we have been expecting it for a while.
Lucas: I know.. But to not see her again…
The thunder that rumbled across the sky had River lift his head for a second or two, hoping it wouldn't scare the other animals too much.
(Poses by @herecirmsims thank you for making them for me when I had an idea, and no poses that fit!)
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