NAIL ME TO THE CROSS.

hi so i remade vaas finally– this is the new blog and the pages aren’t done yet because i’m lazy BUT GO FUCKING INTERACT WITH ME. pls & thx.

sooooooooooo, i obviously haven’t been on here in a few days, and that’s a pretty big deal because i used to be on here every single day before, buuuut here’s the thing. coming onto this blog hurts me nowadays. about 80% of the relationships i used to have on here are now gone and there’s just too many bad memories on here. literally whenever i come on here i feel like crying and it just??? isn’t pleasant. i love vaas to fucking death but it really isn’t worth it if it causes me so much pain and discomfort to log on. i’ve lost nearly all of the established ships/relationships i had for vaas and along the way i lost those friends and in the one year i’ve had this blog, i’ve never, ever felt so lonely and out of place. this isn’t anybody’s fault, of course. things just happen and maybe i had it coming, who knows. i’ve been thinking of remaking this blog and making it private because i really do enjoy roleplaying as vaas and i feel like some people might still be interested in writing with me? i’m still not sure, though, i’ll think about it and if i do end up making the new blog, i’ll link it here. sorry for being a little bitch, guys-- these past few weeks have really just fucked me over and having this blog as a responsibility is just feeding into my anxiety and depression. i’m still going to be on my athena blog @gladictor and on skype, and i’m not going to delete this blog because of archiving reasons and to update you guys if i decide to make a new blog. you are completely welcome to unfollow me if you’d like, i won’t cry over it i promise. that’s it for now, thank you guys!

          Once the other starts to leave, Vaas takes the opportunity to stride up behind him as quietly as he possibly can, yanking out his machete and pressing the sharp end of it against the man’s lower back. He doesn’t press hard enough to pierce through skin, but it’s enough to rip the clothing. “Hiya. This isn’t me being happy to see you, by the way. I’m not fond of people stealing my shit, just so you know. Either give all the ammo back, plus leave your guns or you’re going to end up with a machete tearing your organs up.”

awww babe, thank you so much. i miss roleplaying vaas too– i still roleplay as him and i still have muse for him but i dunno, i’ve lost so many of my rp partners and i have a lot of bad memories here and i associate a lot of pain with this blog and it’s just hard to log on here now, there’s a lot of people who i used to get along with and now i don’t on here and i DUNNO i just feel like absolute shit getting on here and on my athena blog i don’t feel this shitty and yeah, it’s been hard but i’m hoping to pick up the pace here again, especially since i’m only a few days away from my one year anniversary here. but again– thank you so much anon, that really means a lot to me.

           “Bitch, fuck no. You know what happens in cabins in the woods? Murder and teenage sex. I like murder, but not in the night in some shitty cabin. I watch a lot of horror movies, amigo, I know what happens and no fucking thanks.”

          “Have you met me before, or is this just a random fucking survey? Listen, I’m fucked up, but I am not fucked up enough to put a kid through being raised by me. Besides, I’m in charge of what over one hundred man-babies do every single fucking day. The process of making babies? Fun. The process of taking care of actual babies? Also kinda fun, but not in the long run.”

          “Small? Really? I can assure you, beautiful, there is nothing small about me. Not my fault you are waaaay taller than the average woman, but hey, I don’t mind. I’m not easy to intimidate, sorry to disappoint.”

           “Fuck yeah I am. Not many people can rock ugly though, so I think I deserve a bit of fucking credit.”