so long, straight hazbin fans

Read my rules before you press the follow button, please. It’s upsetting to see how many people follow me that RP solely in fandoms I mention I won’t RP with, or who do nothing but RP with people on this blocklist. I will not follow you back, & I will block you, because you are doing nothing but a) breaking my rules, b) upsetting me & potentially harming bility to respond to my drafts because the fact that so many people do this every week upsets me, making it harder to keep the energy to write.

RP is for fun. It is not fun when basic boundaries are broken.

not returning. not now.

most of today, ive been writing and rewriting some kind of grand goodbye to this blog. and man, yknow what? i dont have one. this site doesnt really deserve it.

thanks to everybody who's mutuals with me. i appreciate you, even if we never interacted much.

sorry for spongebob's blog not really going anywhere, but its clear now i shouldve never made it. and as for coomer i can definitely tell thats not a character im letting go of anytime soon, but - it's just abundantly clear that tumblr dot com is not the place to express my ideas. this site's general rpc is a fucking hellhole. sorry for sounding dramatic, but i legitimately think the effects this kind of shit has had on me have damaged me and will affect me for a while. and yknow what? its not worth it anymore. the good times with the few people who do respect me no longer outweigh the frustrations, and this hellish excuse for a website as a roleplaying platform is going to hurt me the longer im in it.

if you were in a discord server with me, feel free to send me a friend request. ill give you my personal tumblr if you want that.

and, fuck it, no point in being coy. while were too anxious to just post it publically, if you wanna follow my co-writer for this blog who managed most of marios dialogue the whole time, message me and ill give you his tumblr and twitter.

not to be dramatic, but at the same time, i guess it needs more emphasis so people will listen...

you guys who follow me, who are h.azbin h.otel/h.elluva b.oss or b.nha roleplayers, you do realize that people on tumblr dot com are allowed to set boundaries, right? and when i say, “i don’t want to interact with this circle of rp,” that’s literally just me setting a basic boundary for something i don’t want to do, right?

i’m. really tired.

my energy for roleplaying is very limited. i am fucking disabled physically, and i have a disorder that means i’m not conscious 45%~ of the time.

i like to rp. i like mario. i would not have this blog if i didn’t.

but. do none of you who follow me despite what i ask not realize that it just... makes me sad? 

it just makes me sad. that’s it. you can’t respect very basic things that i’m asking. and that means that i get upset. and that means that i then have less energy.

why would i want to rp with you, anyway, when it’s clear you haven’t taken the time (which, in my experience, is less than two minutes) to read over my rules and make sure you’re not going to make me uncomfortable? would YOU rp with someone who doesn’t read your rules or obey them at all? no. 

temporary. my current intention is to ‘finish’ out the remaining threads i have and then let the blog sit for a bit.

bad, of course.  why wouldn’t it be? of course it was. a world so barren of hope and magic mustn’t be a pleasant one. the weight of just one word is enough when coupled with the way mario’s gaze drifts. how many times has he worn that expression? how many times has he fended for himself and luigi in such a cruel place? to think that formative period in his life is likely what brought about his heroic persona is so… heart-wrenching. that is no worthwhile sacrifice for him to be the one to clean up everyone’s messes. after all, who would be there to clean up his? he is a person, too.

it reminds geno all too much of his own predicament, oddly enough. after all, stars aren’t meant to have wishes and desires of their own. his struggles are nothing to the higher-ups. there is the fact that it’s such a lonely state to be in, as well, and it sickens him to think that mario ever had to feel any of that.

it’s with the quiet apology that geno leaps perhaps too intensely into action. ❝ no, no, don’t apologize! ❞ he drops the hand and grabs for his shoulders, then just as quickly releases them as if they are hot coals. the panicked expression he bears says it all: he fears he isn’t handling this right. ❝ sorry, i don’t—— i wouldn’t want to seem aggressive, but you… you shouldn’t feel ashamed at all! ❞

palms return to his shoulders then, still for a moment before he opts to pull his pal into a hug. it feels good to do that. he was kind of scared the other day, thinking he wouldn’t be able to do that again. ❝ you’re so brave, ❞ assures geno, ❝ for telling me. i’ve told mallow this, and i’m going to tell you, too: it takes a different kind of courage to be open about your feelings. it’s admirable. i’m… not happy to hear about it, of course, but… i am glad you told me. ❞

after all, what is he but a pathetic whelp that refuses to open up about himself? his problems are so minute that he’s used to keeping them away. no one needs to know them… but how much of a hypocrite does that make him? no, what it makes geno is weak. mario, however, is much stronger than he’s giving himself credit for. it’s something he can’t help but envy a little.

Mario does startle slightly when Geno’s hands grasp his shoulders, but the contact feels very necessary to him. He instantly feels less alone, and if his gaze hadn’t become distant again - Visible in the small moment where Geno backpedals and apologizes - Mario might’ve told Geno how nice that touch felt.

It’s why he doesn’t fight whatsoever when he’s instead brought into a hug, quickly burying his face into Geno’s shoulder, the sound of him trying to silence his crying further muffled by the fabric of Geno’s cape. As much as he wants to stop this dumb crying and just quit thinking about this... Again, Geno deserved to know. And he’ll be forever grateful for his friend just being here.

the baby.

everyone is absolutely soft for you. there’s probably one or two people out there who say you’re overrated, but that’s probably just because they want to act quirky and push another character onto people. there’s probably a shit ton of soft edits of you with that banana clip audio that was really popular last year. someone out there is running a soft stan twt account where they write countless headcanons of you. also there’s probably unfortunately a handful of 12 year olds who call you a soft bean, but you win some you lose some i guess.

tagged: stole it

“Who do you think you are?”

Your Result:  The Poet

you take inspiration in your life and use that to make something lovely and new. you feel much and let the world know through what you leave behind. you touch everything with a curious look, and study it like no one else has. you leave songs behind that touch others and inspire them to create something new. you've been told you're thoughtful. you sometimes doubt what you can do, but try to do anything you can to express how you feel and what you've been through.

Tagged by:  @sternenteile​

     “Heh yeah, you had a bit of a tumble there. You must be more tired than I thought,” Luigi chuckled a little. Now that he knew Mario was okay, he could take things a little more lightheartedly now. In fact, he barely seemed fazed by it. It was kinda funny, obviously.

     As Mario got up and readjusted, Luigi sat down at his own seat. He was looking forward to his dinner, and the scent that filled the room sure didn’t help. Before taking a forkful, he looked up at his brother with the same grin he had before.

     “Enjoy, it’s right off the stove.” With that, he dug in.

“Grazie, bro.”

He doesn’t waste any time settling in at the table and digging in. Mario’s very appreciative his dramatic fall isn’t a big issue. And, he’s very appreciative of his brother’s cooking skills to boot! Spaghetti is the ultimate comfort food, that’s for sure. It’s even better when cooked by somebody who loves you, Mario thinks sappily. ...

Mario’s eyes may be bigger than his stomach, though - A pause, setting his fork down a few bites in. He thinks about something, his gaze a little distant.