roleplay is a hobby,  none of us owe anybody anything.  your blog is your safe space where you post the content that you want to ( within reason,  you know what i’m talking about. )  if you want to block / soft block someone because of the character they write,  then do so.  if you as a mun want to post little / minimum ic content but reblog tons of aesthetics posts,  then do so.  if you are uncomfortable with duplicates,  that’s okay.  if you want to be canon reliant on one form of origin,  that’s also okay.  if someone else is making you uncomfortable and you block them,  justifiable.  if you take ten mins or 10 weeks to reply to someone,  do it.  if you want tiny icons or huge icons,  you do you.

you do not guilt anyone if they do any of the above and more.  roleplay is a form of creativity and art,  there are no two the same.  there is also no rule book on how someone is to run their blog.  there is a block / unfollow button for a reason,  we are not forced to follow anyone.  

there’s  a  stillness  while  slender  silhouette  stands  before  reflection  in  a  mirror  soon  to  be  broken  .  you  hadn’t  let  eyes  gaze  upon  such  in  almost  four  years  at  least  ,  by  this  point  you  were  pulling  a  time  period  out  the  wind  due  to  lack  of  recollection  for  the  true  answer  .  it  was  a  backless  dress  sent  from  a  partner  trying  to  win  over  future  information  gathering  endeavors  .  usually  you  would  simply  throw  bribery  in  the  garbage  where  it  belongs  .  the  packaging  would  catch  your  eye  ,  how  unique  it  was  .  how  mysterious  .  anything  revealing  more  than  the  back  of  neck  would  be  entertained  by  anyone  other  than  she  .  it  felt  uneasy  to  let  air  hit  delicate  skin  never  exposed  .  you  would  eye  stature  and  detail  what  you  didn’t  like  and  what  you  did  .  posture  straightened  ,  head  tilted  up  ,  your  mother’s  voice  of  keeping  up  perfection  ran  like  a  broken  record  of  the  most  gut  wrenching  soundtrack  .

it’s  the  turn  you  take  and  the  mistake  of  letting  eyes  linger  .  you  would  see  the  war  poured  out  like  spilled  ink  in  water  .  noticed  and  separated  .  it  stood  out  and  made  stomach  turn  in  knots  like  the  pretty  girl  at  the  market  when  you  were  fourteen  .  it’s  when  fingers  trace  the  deeper  ones  down  sides  that  orbs  sting  and  blink  out  a  dam  building  for  years  just  waiting  to  be  broken  .  and  it  finally  gave  way  .  you  could  hear  metaphorical  twigs  snapping  as  water  rushes  from  once  fluttering  lashes  .  they  were  silent  .  deadly  .  constant  .  somehow  you  still  mapped  out  the  rest  as  much  as  fingers  could  graze  during  the  storm  raging  in  perforations  .  it  would  be  hours  you  would  stand  .  quiet  thunders  rolling  in  and  your  fingers  lightening  bolts  on  marks  .  and  just  like  that  ?  it  stopped  .  well  dried  and  face  hardened  while  turned  back  to  the  mirror  .  it’s  the  smile  given  after  trails  of  a  slip  up  are  wiped  away  that’s  unsettling  .  how  you  would  be  so  serene  after  self  decay  .  self  destructing  following  as  you  look  into  glazed  bloodshots  and  bare  knuckles  collide  with  the  other  you  now  in  shatters  within  a  millisecond  .  

i don’t care how complicated this gets, i still want you.

please just touch me. i need to be touched.

fuck you. fuck you! how fucking could you?

i’m sorry i’m not an easy person to be with.

not talking to you kills me.

all i can ever ask of you is to stay. just stay.

i broke my rules for you.

do you really want this for the rest of your life?

the truth is that i’m fucking in love with you.

i like you more than i planned.

maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things out.

don’t love me, just fuck me.

i think about you a lot, more than i probably should.

wow, so i was kinda like nothing to you, huh?

you make me feel like i’ll be okay.

i need you, idiot.

it’s you. it’s always been you.

you’ve been scared of love and what it did to you.

i’m happy that you’re happier than me.

we were both so fucking bad at this, weren’t we?

kiss me, you piece of shit.

i love you and i have you and i’m losing my mind.

you are probably going to break my heart and i am definitely going to let you.

use me, then leave me to rot.

i need to let you go.

bullshit, you fucking missed me.

are you flirting or starting a fight? 

i really like you and i really wish i didn’t, but i can’t help it.

baby, please just chill out for, like, two seconds.

let’s buy a house and fuck in every room.

i am everything that you wanted, but you’re scared.

maybe we are soulmates, but just met the wrong time.

am i that easy to forget?

i want to kiss you and then cry for a little while.