紛争

I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’

I’m sorry I drop threads. I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes. I’m sorry I ignore my asks. I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them. I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.

Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!

And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!

Protagonist~

Making the difficult choices and KEY decisions

        Experiences the consequences of those decisions

Deuteragonist~

The character of SECOND-most importance

        May switch sides depending on their circumstances

Tritagonist~

May act as the INSTIGATOR

    The vampire tilted his head, considering the words. He blinked a couple times before turning his full body toward her. She wore livestock clothing and walked along these roads as though she owned the place, he noticed. How careless of a livestock to try to escape and not even be on the lookout for the vampires. It was nice to see that it was still possible for the livestock to escape the constant watching eyes of Sanguiem.

   As previously requested, Mikaela didn't receive a single vile. He ignored the uncomfortable areas that plagued him. Truly--the vampire required more from the pink queen. His eyes remained closed in an idle fashion as he leaned against the wall. It was the first time they were back in Sanguiem for a long time.

    So tiring--tiring to make the same movement for hours. So tiring--to feel the sun try to scorch your skin. Mikaela felt as though he was losing his thoughts. A piece of the railroad that mimicked his mind was fading. The journey alongside Krul, after the events prior, were messing with him. He wanted to speak to her, to take it back.

    He laid back down, holding his hand over his face briefly. Mikaela takes a deep breath before rebuttoning his clothes. He found himself missing the feeling of their connected lips and wished it back, but that was for a later time.