#fallenkingbrian

Oh I have so many, that most memories of rping is dealing with bullshit. But the most annoying was out a doubt:

This one time this fucker STOLE my @xaleera blog AND FOLLOWED ME. And like they couldn’t exactly copy my theme, but they tried damned hard. Then was rping with my Dracula partner and tried to copy the way I write. Okay so news flash, I re-use a lot of words and “lilt” is one of them, I can recognize someone trying to copy my writing style. They also used my mun FC.

But then they deleted that blog…then remade, then deleted, then remade

The next day, they were back. I PURPOSELY posted an in depth “about the muse” thing so I could watch them. When they followed me again on that blog, I went to their about and every single thing on my about the muse had been copied with a variation on ONE thing, my Aleera’s birthday was in like September, she made her Aleera’s birthday in August. That was the only thing different.

Then when I called her out, she was like I AM BIPOLAR AND AUTISTIC YOU ARE MAKING ME FEEL BAD….then FINALLY apologized and she deleted.

Now I love duplicates, I would have rp’d with her Aleera if she hadn’t have copied me. But this particular person is/was notorious for it. She stole OCs as well. Idk if she’s still active but she was in the OUaT fandom and the Dracula fandom, that much I do know.

MEME // ACCEPTING

She watched as the tips of his fingers ghosted over the raised pale flesh upon her thigh. Her shorts doing little to hide the marred skin as the sun slowly edged down beneath the treeline, casting flickers of red and orange throughout the sky above them, above the mobile trailer they were taking refuge within.

Outside the smell of rain was in the air but the summer heat had been relentless, the hope of rain was a sliver of a chance, but the smell remained.

Her thoughts drifted back to where she was now, away from the stifling southern summer heat and to the man gently touching her thigh. So many things had changed since Woodbury. She had believed that they were never to meet again, but here he was with her.

This could also go for characters in general too. I hate when people bash characters and then TAG it. There’s nothing I hate more than seeing hate of any kind in the tags. It’s like, don’t people understand that other people might like this character and they don’t want to see it?

                                    The Blake brothers have always had a complex relationship--

                                         --but there’s always been an X factor with the Blake’s

I lol’d XD That was great XD

Carolyn had fallen behind because of the responsibilities she had now that her mother was diagnosed as terminal. It had put a strain on everyone, though their cheery dispositions were always in place. Sarah and John held hope that this was just an obstacle that they could beat while Carolyn did everything that a teenager could do to help out.

Mechanic work wasn’t the most lenient of jobs, so when John had to take his wife to chemo, it came down to Carolyn to make up those lost wages, thus came the thirty hour work week for the seventeen year old while trying and struggling with her last few years of high school.

Seeing the grade, a giant red D, was like a slight against her; she could feel the sting as if it were a slap out of fevered anger. She’d failed so many times before, but this test, she had studied and studied. Working and taking care of her mother had taken a toll on her school work. She’d slipped behind a chapter, and one chapter became two and two became three until it was almost impossible for her to catch up with everyone in the class.

‘I’ll do better’

That’s all she could think of. She’d kept her mother’s illness under lock and key, not being able to tell a soul without the fear of breaking down. While her parents held out hope, she knew that it took more than four months to defeat cancer, and it had already taken her mother down so far, there was no coming back from the death warrant the doctor had given.