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No, you’re the only person i don’t love :C 

23. What’s the one thing you dislike about the roleplaying community on Tumblr?

*kicks dirt* potentially controversial but I guess how most communities exist within themselves these days. Idk if I’m wording that right in particular but??? I said in a previous post that I’ve been rping here since 2013. I’ve taken small breaks but I’ve really watched the rpc change throughout these many years & one of the biggest changes I’ve noticed is more or less tighter knit groups. WHICH IS FINE I’m not saying that’s any kind of bad thing. Everyone has a place to fill & that’s okay, especially with more so private blogs.

Things were different I guess back when I started roleplaying. There was a lot more encouragement on actually looking into crossovers & understand characters that we didn’t necessarily know about. There were bizarre connections but nonetheless were important plots & development for our muses, or even fandom / crossover wide plots between people that got everyone involved; there were a lot of fun times. 

These days I notice less & less of that, not so much crossing over for the sake of doing it but rather just. Staying with what one knows & leaving things lay. I guess I just miss that sense of togetherness or willingness to go along with some crazy plot & not worry about how it would ‘make sense’, because lets be real, we’re all a bunch of nerds rping on Tumblr - a hardly functioning website some days & we all know this. What sense of ‘realism’ do we really need?

Idk tho, I know a lot of people who joined after 2016, so things were already shifting prospective then. I might just need to get with these new times.

Also a minOR thing that bothers me about the rpc handling of promos.

|| Would u Bang??? ||

"No, dear, it does not mean ‘bang’ in the onomatopoeic sense... You’ll not be needing that sword-cannon.”

♕ -  ”Whatttttt? Someone must’ve been wanting to showboat then.” A prideful, proper pat was made to his own chest while shooting his sibling figure a proud grin.

there's a high pitched ringing in her ears, her sense of balanced fucked six ways from sunday. she reaches out in vain, attempting to ground herself against the tipping earth beneath dust-covered boots. there's a coppering tang on the back of her tongue and she can feel the drying rivulet of the same nature falling from her nose. she hadn't even seen the fucking bomb in the first place. whoever crafted it was taking lessons from rude; two-part detonation system one flash to disorient and the other to cause casualties. she gagged, attempting to breathe through the miasma of destruction that lingered and poisoned the air. her eyes close against the ringing in her ears, pain contorting her pale features; button nose scrunched up, a wrinkle forming between her eyebrows as she attempted to shove the discomfort of getting her ass handed to her. she can hear the scuff of her boots against broken asphalt and rem slowly opens her eyes.

  " -- christ.."

 she whispers, shaking her head carefully before pushing thick hair away from her face. there's dirt smudged against her face, staining her high cheekbones. her lungs ache from the stale air she inhales and a cough shakes her whole figure. she can hear the faint sounds of a dying battle-- a grunt of two and finally that familiar clap of a gun going off. her eyes squint, attempting to look through the thick fog of settling chaos. she knows that sound and with great effort, rem stalks towards the noise. she breaks through the thick clouds before crimson narrows in on a figure, one she knows all too well.

" you made it."

  she mumbles to him, sounding sleepy and distant even to her own ears. she's tired, still a little sick to her stomach from hitting the asphalt so hard; rem observes the last of their enemy as a halo of red forms around his damaged skull. she purposefully misses that look he gives her, how his brows furrow and his mouth parts as if he was going to speak but closes soon after, deciding against it. there's a sigh, a soft sort of noise that has her blinking out of her daze to glance at him.

she feels his leather against her bare shoulder; her first reaction is to bare her teeth and snarl low in her chest like a wounded animal, but nothing comes from her throat-- there's no snarl that curls her lip over her canines, no warning of a glare or even an attempt to step away from him. he's careful, he's slow, he's testing the waters as he brings the dirt collar of her blazer up. he's lifting it from the crook of her elbow back over her shoulder; when had that happened? she was so focused on getting towards that sound... rem blinks, as if she's being pulled back to reality as Leon fixes her blazer, her collar, even the front of her shirt before glancing at her; she feels the worn leather beneath her chin as he lifts her head a bit, squinting as he assesses her damage.

"...*go raibh maith agat."

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Honestly Seifer made ffviii lbr