Good Muses

Just because I start another thread with someone playing the same character as you, doesn’t mean that I hate you, I’m getting annoyed by you, or I’m bored with you; I’m most likely in a different scene, and nothing I send you both will be the same.

Just because I take a while to reply to you, but not others, doesn’t mean I’m ignoring you; My muse is picky, and I can only write what I’m drawn to. I want my replies to be well written and fun, not forced and horrible

Just because I shorten a reply doesn’t mean I’m bored with the thread; I’m probably tired, thinking of something else to continue with, or giving you the chance to set up our next situation.

Just because I drop a thread doesn’t mean I will never come back to start another; When I drop threads, I’m usually overwhelmed, without a muse for that particular piece, or bored with it, and I’ll ask to start another.

Send me a symbol. Please note that some answers may be NSFW.

☹ I’m an anxious mess who’s too scared to approach people

⚠ I’m intimidated by your writing

⌚ I have no time right now and need to wait until I’m less busy

☯ I can’t see how our muses would meet/interact

✂ I sent you something and you never replied

✒ You’re mutuals only and you don’t follow me because I’m a side blog

✑ I’m a side blog and I’m worried you don’t know about my blog or don’t want to interact with a side blog

☢ Your rules intimidate me

❧ I feel like your blog is too organized compared to mine

☒ I’m worried my blog isn’t fancy enough for you

⌇ Your face claim makes me uncomfortable

✎ I can’t write long enough replies and don’t want to annoy you

☾ I feel like I bother people

⚔ Our headcanons don’t align to the point where our muses couldn’t interact

⚖ I see you interacting with a select group of people and am worried you don’t want to interact with new people

⚐ English isn’t my first language and that makes me nervous to approach people

✉ I don’t know how best to contact you

I may not be the kind of RPer that does all my drafts everyday, but I do often check my inbox/messages.

So if your muse misses mine, don’t be afraid to show up with a random text message or mini-para or sentence or question or whatever. I promise I won’t get mad at you.

Figuring they had time till the others came over to hangout with them, it had started out as kissing but now she was straddling Sals lap. Her skirt pushed up and showing off her butt as she encouraged him to touch her. Having unbuttoned the front of his jeans with her a hand under his shirt as she panted after making out with him.

Black lipstick a bit smeared and obvious mark's on his neck from it and his lips. Hearing her doorknob turn she looked over meeting Larry's gaze as she realized they had been caught. "Hey Larry..."

Sal started to leave marks all over her next, leaving some bits of leftover black lipstick on her neck.

And he knew it was going to be a really great session because he was getting really rough with her but then cue Larry the boner killer stepping through the door.

"I-...." Sal froze like a deer in headlights.

"wHOA WHEN DID THIS START??" Larry grinned wide, getting a look that resembled a proud dad. "Or are you guys just fucking and being friends? Because that shit gets hard to manage. "

"I- it's been awhile.. sorry I didnt think about locking the door." She murmured as she turned her gaze back to Sal, having pushed his prosthetic up enough before so she could kiss him.