—bon appétit

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!

                                   steph hwang. makeup artist. domme.

                                                            literate. au. very nsfw.  

                                                                about. mun note.       

—IT WASN’T QUITE THE response he’d expected from her, though it wasn’t impossible to work with. It was at least enough to confirm that he’d been able to strike up conversation with her, and he took the opportunity to take a seat by her side, one elbow leaning up against the counter. “I just needed to ask a couple of questions, that’s all,” he spoke up once again, leaning in a bit closer than her normally would in order to speak over the ambient noise of the bar’s crowd around them. “First of all, you wouldn’t happen to be here alone, would you? I couldn’t imagine a girl like yourself sitting at a place like this and drinking on her own.”

—HE WAS RATHER SURPRISED himself. He’d wandered into the room just a few moments prior, leaned up against the door frame as he not only partook in the melody, but also studied the room curiously. How odd, he thought, curious about the purpose of the papers scattered across every table and strewn along the walls. A rogue gust of wind could send it into chaos in a heartbeat. All those thoughts aside though, he’d finally found the person he’d come to the small cafe in search of. The location was rather close to his own workplace, and seeing as how he was going to be up all night with all the newly-acquired paperwork from his new position, a small pick-me-up was in order.