Thank you so much for your words! We aim to portray an accurate scene, encouraging our members to develop their characters and explore their creativity... And it does’t really mean you have to change their personalities and the way they are. We appreciate you took the time to write this for us, we’re thankful that (as an outsider) you believe this place has potential!

"Due to my…outgoing nature, I don’t use my toys very much, but I do have a small collection. It comes in handy when I’m feeling frisky myself, or when I have to have a bit of fun with my partner. My collection is small, about 5-6 toys, so they’re all my favorite."

Zitao stared at Noah with a deadpan expression from his little joke. "Noah, I did not mean just taking me with you as your collection. A human isn't something you can collect. But stamps, rocks, coins, pens, pictures, and other miscellaneous things, you can."

To say nonetheless, Zitao was quite surprised to have found Noah curled up on his living room couch. The man gazing down at the peaceful, sleeping fawn, as if he had no other care in the world but catching up on desperately needed sleep. Zitao had never told Noah where he lived nor had he ever remembered to offer his couch as a place for the fawn to sleep if needed, so he was attempted to nearly kick Noah awake and demand how the hell he had managed to get into his home without the passcode. But as the moments ticked by, Noah seemingly to be in a deep, restful state of sleep, his desire melted into acquiesce. Zitao had then draped a thin blanket over the sleeping body, watching from his peripheral view of his Maltese puppy, Candy, tilted her head in curiosity from the meeting of a stranger. Zitao decided he’d interrogate Noah after his little nap.

Now Zitao felt bad raining on the fawn's little parade, the man pursing his lips from the gloomy expression that dawned on the other's features. "Well there has to be something else to entertain you..." He murmured to himself softly, "Like...collecting items you like, or something along those lines."

"I don't know--but maybe throwing small pieces of popcorn at people isn't very nice, and you could instead be handing out like flowers like you did the first you officially met me. Something along those lines would be nice, Noah."

"Do you ever think we should just stop doing this?"

If you’re asking about closed Dragon Age RP groups on tumblr, I’m afraid I can’t help you. I’m not aware of any that are active, and I wouldn’t list them here even if I did know of them, since darpindies is strictly for independent Dragon Age RP blogs. Good luck, though.