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@thedetectiveofinaba // for your p3!Naoto~
She was hyper focused on fixing up the damage that Naoto's clothes had received in the last full moon fight that helped bring Fuuka into the dorms and as a member of SEES. Fuuka had learn how to mend clothes when she was a little girl, reading books on how to sew and what type of needles to use.
Sticking out her tongue and carefully sewing up the inch long hole on the side of the uniform, Fuuka tied the knot off and put the needle and thread down. She tug at the sleeve, double checking her work, and nodding at her work. "All good. And now, to see if Naoto-san is here..." Fuuka turned around, wondering if Naoto was in the dorm or not, and they were not on the bottom floor. Fuuka reached for her phone, after placing the repaired clothing on the table and smiled.
[ sms ] :: Naoto :: i hope you did not mind, but i fixed the big hole you had in your uniform when you saved me.
[ sms ] :: Naoto :: are you at the dorm? i'd love to give it to you.
#thedetectiveofinaba#[ a brand new interaction || RP ]#closed rp#(i have this feeling that fuuka knows naoto is female#but wants to confirm it in private since it's important to their identity.#but fuuka will be happy to keep secrets lol)
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Guardian Angel
Private starter @thefallenhumanlivingnightmares
A human in hell is a real treat.Of course human souls go to hell here after death, they take the form of a demon.
One young man ,come to hell alive, without power, would be a real attraction, probably in the Valetnino nightclub or as an appetizing snack.
However, even in hell, the rules of heaven are bind the angels who have been in this place, either by their own free will or for some other reason.
Therefore, Azazel intervened, standing between the demons and the man who found himself in Hell.
Killing hell demons was no problem for him, he found some pleasure in it. However, the bloody holy spear and the blood on the angel's clothes could be terrifying.
" Everything's all right ?" he asked looking at the young man.
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Girl who has severe social anxiety when it comes to talking to people online and has to close her eyes to press the send button whenever she writes a message to anyone 😔
#That girl is me btw. I am that girl#Irl I'm pretty normal when I talk to people (unless it's like super serious school stuff and then I'm a stuttering mess)#But I think my mom instilled the ''Never talk to anyone online or you'll compromise your internet safety'' into me too far#And now it's like. Debilitating. I can't send messages on private Discord servers or dm people on social media anymore#I was active on miiverse back when that uh. Like existed? Well a little active. Well actually that's an overstatement#I also was active on the Nookazon discord but like. At first I was really nervous but then I found a Business Persona that made me normal#But anyway I made this post because I've done this like twice in the past two days#Once when I was trying to finally introduce myself in a rp server I joined a month ago#And once today right now like. Sending a message to a mutual. Hi thousand yeah it's about the comment on your post lol#It took me like a whole day after seeing my mutual respond to my ask to get the courage to say like. Yayy I love emperor on their post#I feel like an anime girl saying kyun or something every time I do it so it's funny but like. It also worries me#Since we live in a very virtual world and. How am I going to make connections in the future when I'm like this#Uhh anyway. 🐙 Oo octopus emoji weehoo#Nebbie text posting#Nebbie posts#I think I kind of derailed this I meant this to be a funny meme so. RIP anyway send post *closes my eyes as I hit post now*#Send fucking post#<- I'm making this my terrible late night decision tag vents tag now. Hopefully I will not have many posts for it.
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Demar posted a video on Instagram, I guess thats where the news are coming from
THANK U anon for telling me this before demars illness inevitably kicks in and he deletes all his posts, i beat the system 😎
Not dejounte of all people telling him to get help ..
#DJ CHANGED HIS CHAD FAT FREE VANILLA YOGURT PFP IM SO SAD#spurs asked dj if he loved them then traded him when he said yes#ANYWAYS demar is so. him#WHY MAKE A TIKTOK PRIVATE IT THEN POST UR VIDEOS TO INSTAGRAM ANYWAYS???#what morpheus movie rp are you making demar...#and sending to kyle to laugh at bcs kyle looks like he actively watches snl#AND MAKING UR TIKTOK HANDLE INCLUDE UR OLD NUMBER + KYLES???#this is Gay.#as baking soda said#proud member of the nba tumblrina dream team#I THINK THEYRE IN LOVE!!#kyle/demar had an attempted assassination attempt in 2018 yet they only came back Stronger#these constant inclusions#it's actual real love between these two that persists behind closed doors#😏 in all forms actual#ANYWAYS WE LOVE LOVE!!!#deebo sayin his kids made him get a tiktok like hes not addicted to entertaining#he got it for his husband as well! you know he loves to make him laugh !!!!#YOU CAN TAKE MY WIFE OUT ON THE MOST ROMANTIC EVENING OF HER LIFE.. MAKE FINE LOVE TO HER#but you can NOT make her LAUGH !!#- demars philosophy he follows to a t#his hat.... the russell giannis effect#THANK U FOR THE INFORMATION#this explains Everything#deebo#dj#ted asks#kyle/demar
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ive gone through and cleaned up this blog a bit. mostly deleting threads and all of that, bc i frankly dont want to associate w anyone like that. no matter if we were friends or not. im still going to focus on this blog since a lot of my muses here are my comforts, especially in moments like these.
im gonna drop my di.s.cord if anyone wants to talk or needs someone to talk to, just in case. mutuals only, and please let me know who you are. this week has been so fucking rough for everyone.
chaos reigns ☆#7964
#🌸 ooc.#ill be fucking dead in the ground if i let any person ever take this hobby from me though#i just need to curate my dash/rp experience better i think. so ill likely be a lot more slective/private going forward. on all my blogs.#and stick to writing w close friends f or the time being. love you all 💖
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its really just my luck that we’d get tomo crumbs right before a diluc event
#⌜ ooc ⌟#i should be getting so hyped for my main muse but that cursed nameless samurai has me in a chokehold#i think i will scrap all my other blogs and just keep those two#theyre clearly the characters im most mused up for... as much as i would have liked to explore those other four on their blogs as well#i can save them for private writings and speculations w close friends#i gotta also be honest with myself and accept that i just cannot realistically juggle that many blogs/muses regardless#so i might as well just keep the ones i physically cannot let go of. and be a little less strict with myself there#i know i keep saying this but ive been itching to write again so much. adult life is just so draining for me#i do feel like i am getting marginally better at managing it every day though#the only reason its not apparent here is that i really am exercising self-control in not prioritizing rp over anything i shouldnt#lest i repeat severe past mistakes#tl;dr expect a tiny overhaul here + on tomo in the coming days#nothing major definitely not another reboot just. loosening up my own rules a bit so i have room to have fun with my boys (gender neutral)#tag rant
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Not sure if Imma ever finish this blog tbh.
I really wanna try to write Kyle, but I'm just not feeling him a whole lot lately still... :(
#ooc#not sure if i wanna change this blog to another muse#but i also wanna keep this url#also jewsey shore... :(#this will probably just be a strictly private rp blog for mutuals and close friends only#maybe... :T#kyley b and jewsey shore must live on
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do you ever come up with a plot and immediately think about a specific writing partner because you know they'll give it the justice it deserves
#part 2 is not talking to the aforementioned writing partner because you're scared#but. you know#tbd#personal#rp#still not back by the way#just had to share that last idea and jot down some ideas for writing on the other private blog#(which if you follow me here. i definitely consider us close enough friends and you're welcome to follow that blog)
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Got Milk? (Closed RP with @a-den-of-demons)
Tifa Lockhart has been doing a couple of private visits to well paying customers of the Honey Bee Inn and, being one of it's top supporters, Phillip Rossweisse was the first one, who could request the busty bar owner for a night, with an outfit of his choosing.
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HEARTSTEEL KAYN/READER : KISSES
♡ Gender Neutral
♡ SFW, NSFW under bold header
♡ TW: Sexual Content
♡ Please don't ask me how much I spent on RP when the skins released!!! IT'S NOT RELEVANT !!
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KAYN
Kissing Kayn is damn near indescribable. It's all his passion, his excitement, his energy, all focused on you. It's like, well...picture this. The pins-and-needles sensation when your leg falls asleep. The burn of sunbaked summer pavement on bare feet. The gasp that comes when you get shocked by static electricity. Hazy neon signs, spicy cologne, ice water after mint gum. Somehow, Kayn feels like all of this at once.
Kayn really likes those double-sided mints, the ones that are half strawberry. He's usually crunching his way through a pack of those, so it's not rare to kiss him and taste a hint of strawberry and the coolness of mint.
If you think you're going to get away with giving Kayn a tiny peck on the lips, think again. Go ahead, try to whisper your lips against his and pull back. "Uhhh," he raises an eyebrow, scowling, "what's that bullshit about? Come back here." Kayn slides a quick hand around the back of your neck, all-but-crashing you back into his mouth. He doesn't let you go until your bottom lip's shiny with his spit, and your cheeks are heating up.
If you catch Kayn when he's extra sleepy, though, you might get some sweet kisses out of him. Pull him close as he's stirring in bed and pepper kisses across his cheeks like freckles. He'll squish you to himself and lazily touch down on your forehead, your temple, the bridge of your nose. He's the sweetest when he's half out-of-it.
Kayn has zero shame. He will kiss you in front of anyone, and he will kiss you anywhere. If you want a kiss? You get a kiss. Anytime, anyplace.
Just because he's gone full-Rhaast doesn't mean he loses the urge to kiss you. If anything, his urges get stronger. The need to have you, to show everyone you're his, to be so close to you there's barely room to breathe in between. Often, he'll tip the edge of his mask up just to put his mouth on yours.
His favorite place to be kissed is his neck. Kayn's extremely sensitive there. If you attack his throat with little love bites, pausing over his Adam's apple, he squirms into your touch, sighing happily—you might even coax a giggle out of him, if you're persistent enough. (If you call him out on it, though? He will never admit to such a cute noise. "I was coughing," he insists.)
Kayn's favorite place to kiss you? Well, if you're in public...he's a classic mouth man. He loves nothing more than the softness of your lips and the warmth of your tongue.
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If you're in private, though? Kayn's favorite place to kiss you is just below your waistline, right on the edge of your underwear. He lingers there just before catching your underwear between his teeth and tugging them off of you.
Kayn doesn't kiss you during sex, so much as he attaches to you like a leech. His mouth is always on you, always moving, up and down your neck, hovering over your chest, pausing on your shoulders. And he bites. Gently, most of the time, but he's been known to leave bruise-dark hickies in places spilled over your skin. He's especially rough if you're topping him, riding him within an inch of his fucking life. Kayn's been known to leave teeth marks if you're really blowing his mind.
Who would Kayn be if he wasn't at least a little bit disrespectful to everyone, always? He loves to spit in your mouth. Don't worry, though, he takes it just as good as he gives it. If you spit in his mouth right back, he's instantly so hard it's almost painful.
#heartsteel#heartsteel headcanons#heartsteel kayn#heartsteel x reader#kayn x reader#kayn/reader#sheida kayn#kayn
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The Popstar (Closed RP w/ @the-blackbird-roleplays)
Euphemia rested at her private cabin deep in the middle of winter. It had been chaotic ever since she had spoken out against Blume, but she meant every word. Her agent had worried about her, but she wouldn't be attacked. Right? She sighed as she sat in the living room, when suddenly she heard a knock at the door, "Who could that be?" She walked over to the door in a simple robe, wondering who could know she was here.
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pairing: sesshomaru x human!reader
content: established relationship, domestic fluff, humor, slightly ooc sesshomaru: eating human food
A/N: I found my old sesshomaru rp blog and got inspired to write this. Also didn't proofread this so fingers crossed.
The soft sound of a crack and annoyed grunt that followed brought your eyes up from your bowl just in time to see two bits of broken chopsticks fall to the floor from his hand. His brows were tense, the squint of golden eyes cursing the flimsy workmanship of tools, all tools by default, made by human hands. His hold was careful, delicate, and precise in maintaining an acceptable grip on the tools, yet a small adjustment between his fingers and clawed digits had snapped through yet another pair of chopsticks. They are perfectly adequate for humble village folk who made do with them, but for a powerful youkai like himself more comfortable with the luxury of those fitted for his hands, these may as well have been twigs pinned by carriage wheels– Exercising restraint or no.
That annoyed look on his face said it all for you and you purse your lips to stifle a soft titter, trying to hold your own food in your mouth while you chewed. Sesshomaru’s stare then finds you, the daiyoukai setting down the bowl of cooked meat from his other hand and letting the remaining pieces of chopsticks fall before him.
He was one whose presence you allied with mastered grace and control, yet witnessing him struggle to even hold human chopsticks in his hands without breaking them forced an amused smile on your face. Endearing him all the more in your graces. You love every chance you get to see that dignified composure break and learn about these tiny flaws of his. Sesshomaru was someone you could describe as nothing less than beautiful perfection in this world, especially compared to the likes of a human like yourself. Without much guidance or thought, you held him on a pedestal but when moments like this happen you learn that even a regal creature like himself could be relatable. His stubbornness to prove himself never failed to expose who he was behind his title and eminence. A man, like any other, who every once in a while deserves a private moment of being his honest self. You just wish it lasted longer, but his pride in his heritage would not allow him to be as such for more than a passing moment.
It’s not his fault his powerful claws could do such a thing without even trying, it couldn’t be helped. But it’s his determination to dine with his wife in her human village, to try and try again despite a repeat performance of broken pair after broken pair. It spoke highly of the restraint he must truly hold himself to when those same claws brush over your skin and you press yourself into them with complete faith.
“You find this amusing?” He dryly delivered to your ears only making your smile widen.
“Not at your expense, My Lord.” You uttered in an airy tone with your eyes lowered from him, trying not to allow a laugh to slip. You can feel the sear of his glare and hesitate to make eye contact, only to give yourself time to compose before the urge to laugh takes over. You set down your own bowl and reach for his, gathering a saucy, rare cut of meat. “I can look into having a special pair fashioned for you.” Maybe Master Totosai would help? If you asked nicely, but maybe humble chopsticks fit for a demon would belittle the blacksmith’s skills. It’s not like you can just waltz up to any other demon, let alone make such a trifle of a request. You’ll run it by Jaken to see if he can be of assistance
You let the last bit of juice drip from the helping before lifting it up toward Sesshomaru, looking up at him expectantly.
“I am not concerned with this.” Sesshomaru answers, composure restored as he ran a hand through his hair, loosely tucking it back behind his ear and tossing the length over his shoulder. He closes his eyes, a quiet sigh falling from his nose and he leans forward with an open mouth gathering the helping from the end of your chopsticks.
“Shall I continue to feed you, then?” You insisted in a lighthearted tease with an arch brow
“...” His brows narrowed as he chewed, keeping his eyes closed as he did. You smiled lovingly.
“It would be no trouble at all.”
He reopens his eyes and looks at you, glare softened. Safe to assume how you would go about this little chore you encouraged piqued his curiosity. When his mouth stills and throat softly bobs, he answers.
“Do as you like.”
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My Peace
“You took my hand, added a plan, you gave me your heart.”
simon x reader guide
simon x reader smut list
Warnings: smut, blood, violance, swearing, fluff, angst, mentions of torture
You sighed as Simon sucked the side of your neck. Biting down hard as he rolled his hips in you. You felt his hard cock lay against your thigh. His hand trail down your leg gripping the meaty part of your thigh. His hand will run up to you stomach holding it there for a moment. “Fuck y/n, what have you done to me?” He whispered, grunting as he felt his cock rub against you.
You giggled that lead into a long sigh as he played with your panties. You were soaked, you knew it just from him moaning loudly. He slipped his hand down your panties and inhaled deeply. “Christ my love,” He mumbled dipping a finger into your cunt. “Fucking soaked.”
“Just for you Simon.”
You opened your eyes once more as the man in front of you carved the knife into your arm. You had to be in your safe space, your safe space being him. Simon. It was hours of the man torturing you. Water boarding, cutting, cigarette burning, he even started to break your fingers. You knew your ribs were shattered. Blood seeping through your nose and wounds they made.
The bastards didn’t let off for more than 10 minutes. Making sure to scare you and try to get you to give the information. Instead of focusing on here you thought of Simon. The last private moment you had with him. Yes it was sex however, it was the best moment you could think of. You also thought about the way he would softly chuckle when you tried to make jokes. The way he would stare at you. You had to disassociate yourself from being tortured. You had to think of your peaceful place.
It happened fast, you were retreating back to the LZ with civilians but it was too late. “Bravo this is Bravo 9-0 we are surrounded! You gotta take off!” You yelled as the solider that stayed with you shot back to the enemy.
“What? No we are comin’ to ya!” Ghost yelled back.
You shook your head, shooting back as the solider covered to reload. “Negative! I repeat negative! You have to get out of here!” You yelled again. When you turned your head, RPG came into view. “Fuck! RP…” Then black.
You kissed Simon as he lined up his cock into you. Pressing against your entrance. “I love you.” You whispered holding his cheek.
At first Simon was shocked, at first you thought he was going to zip up and leave. Then he crashed his lips into you pushing fully in. You gasped at the feeling, his cock ripping you open in the most painful satisfying feeling. He slowly pulled out to slam back in. Simon’s breathing was becoming more pants as he picked up more. Grabbing every part he could reach, loving how you would wrap around him. Hold him near you. feeling your heartbeat thump harder. Faster.
You jolted awake, your head bobbing forward. “There ya are.” You glared up, softly. You knew that voice. Your body shivered. Simon.
“Simon.” You whispered as you felt the restrictions become weakened.
Simon held your cheeks as Soap broke the ropes and chains. “It’s me baby girl,” He tried lifting your face to look at him. “Open your eyes.”
You sighed and tried to but to close them back. “It’s,” You moaned as you felt him shift you. “Ow.”
Simon looked over at Soap. “Let’s get her out of here, take point.”
“Fucking hell y/n,” He whispered into your neck. “You feel…fuck…You feel amazing.” He bucked harder into you as you held onto him gasping from the contact. You gasped louder as he started to go faster feeling your pussy clench around him. His mind buzzing with nothing but pleasure.
How did he deserve her? Have her say those fucking pretty words? He couldn’t be loved? He couldn’t love? Yet here he is, feeling his heart flutter anytime you laugh, look at him, talk, moan, cry. He loved being around you. Being close to you. Never in his life has he felt this way especially with a solider that worked beside him.
He grunted loudly as he hit that one spot you craved. “Si fuck right there don’t stop please pleeease!” You cried clinging onto him for dear life. Seeing stars as he kept pounding into that spot over and over. Your body on fire.
“Price we are losin her!” You heard Simon yell as the movements of what you think a car.
Your body felt like it was burning all over. You groaned anytime someone put pressure on anything. You opened your eyes at some points seeing Simon, his eyes panicked, his hands bloody. You wanted to reach for him to tell him you are okay.
You didn’t even remember how you got into the medical bed. Simon next to you holding your hand. “Si.”
“I’m right here, I’m never gonna leave,” He struggled saying anything feeling his spine tingle his skin flaming. God how you made him feel was out of this world. He wanted to say something more. Give you more. Feel you more. He didn’t know how to. He moaned loudly. “Fuck my good girl taking me all in.”
You gasped as you looked up at him. His brown eyes piercing into you, his jaw clenched anytime you clenched around his cock. His mouth slightly parted letting out huffs and pants. This is what you lived for, him, all of him. Ghost to Simon. Simon to Ghost. Didn’t matter to you. He was your love. Your peace. “I’m all yours. I’m all yours. No one else.” You reached up to place your hands on his cheeks as you felt that band start to snap.
Simon placed his forehead against yours as his hips started to stutter. “Oh fuck,” He growled gripping your hips hard. “That feels…Oh god.” He mumbled as his pace was brutal.
You could hear both of your juices mixing in together. Both of your sweat sticking to one another. Both of you just intertwined. “Cum for me Si! Please please! Pump me with your cum!” You whined, moaning loudly choking back a sob.
Simon slammed his lips into yours, swallowing both yours and his moans. His body shook as he came hard inside your pussy, having you moan softly. He kept pumping until he couldn’t move. Simon moved his lips to your neck kissing softly. “Stay here.” Simon asked holding you closer.
“Y/n,” He whispered gripping your hand. His eyes roaming everywhere, his stare was like you were not real as if he just believed someone telling him that you were here. “Ya here.”
You smiled holding his hand tight as you could. “I’m here love.”
You could tell it was Simon, his eyes soft, maybe fear in them. “I…we almost lost ya.” He whispered looking away.
You frowned. “But you didn’t.”
Simon grunted in agreement, nodding his head softly. It was quiet for a moment. “I love you,” Your heart froze and your skin warmed. He turned to face you. “I love ya so much that I was afraid of losing ya.”
Your eyes started to tear up. “I know. I know Si,” You reached more of him. He followed your actions, as you moved over he laid next to you. At first he was cautious but then laid down fully. “Stay here Simon. Hold me so you know you didn’t loose me.”
#SoundCloud#simon ghost riley#call of duty modern warfare#simon riley#simon ‘ghost’ riley#call of duty mw2#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon x reader#simon ghost riley x f!reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley smut#simon ghost x reader#simon “ghost” riley#simon ghost riley x female reader#simon ghost#simon riley smut#simon ghost x you#simon ghost riley angst
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AITA for telling someone that roleplays are a two-way street and refusing to re-engage with them?
Occasionally, if I'm in the mood to write but I don't really know what, I'll browse ship tags on Omegle. Its become synonymous for roleplays, and I've found its (typically) pretty fun.
As with every social thing, there's the odd... Less than pleasant experience. Last night was one such experience. I connected to someone on a ship tag, they sent a prompt, and it was actually a pretty interesting one, so I responded.
It was an AU prompt, but I generally kept my characterisation as close to the character's canon as I could, while still matching it to roughly what someone's personality in that profession and location would be.
(E.g; if the character was a proper old-country style cowboy, or a socially awkward secretary, ect.)
It became very clear, very fast, that the other person had very, very specific ideas about the roleplay, what happens, what my character was supposed to say/do, ect. To the point where (as I later told them) they should've just written fanfic so they had complete control.
Near enough every time I responded, they'd "correct" it or argue against it both in character and in brackets as themselves. For example if I noted something about the background or story of my character, theirs would immediately say "no that's not what happened" or they'd say [hey actually can you change that, it doesn't fit/I don't like it/its not what I envisioned].
After about fifteen minutes of this I got incredibly vexed and decided I was done. I don't mind a roleplay having certain goals/main points/guidelines, but they were literally trying to control every tiny aspect of what I did. So I sent them this:
[I'm sorry, the RP sounded interesting in the prompt you sent, but its rapidly becoming clear you don't actually want a roleplay, you want to be the sole one dictating everything that happens. Honestly I think its best you turn this idea into a fanfic and not a roleplay. It kills off any enjoyment of the roleplay when I have you contradicting every tiny detail I include or dictating what I'm allowed to do or say. I'm not going to sit there waiting for you to approve of everything I intend to say. Thank you for your time, but good night.]
I disconnected, and decided I'd spend another fifteen minutes browsing the tag before I did something else. Well apparently, the other person decided they were going to spend fifteen minutes stalking the tag trying to find me again, spamming every connection with messages ranging from extreme insults and threats to demands I 'speak up again, bitch, I wanna talk' and so forth. After connecting to them for the tenth time, I sent:
[I'm not going to re-engage with you. I said what I did, and frankly, it was a valid statement. If you can't handle the fact that roleplaying means a 50/50 creative allowance with someone else, and that you can't micro-manage or bulldoze every single detail, then you shouldn't roleplay. Frankly, knowing how vile you can be from simple criticism, I'm glad I disconnected. Take a breather and re-evaluate yourself. I'd be embarrassed.]
Well. This morning I logged onto Tumblr and after some browsing, I actually came across them again. Here. By means of a post where they included screenshots of everything and are even going so far as threatening to stalk Tumblr and AO3 to 'match up the writing' so they can find me and presumably say their piece or whatever.
I talked to a friend about it, and surprisingly, they think I'm an asshole. Not for what I said in the first place, but for not re-approaching the other person (through DMs) so they'll stop filling the ship's tag with negative stuff. (They've made 3 posts about it all so far.)
I don't want to do that because it means opening up my private social media to this obviously unhinged individual. I know I can expect to be spammed, sent hate mail, have them try to track down my other socials, ect. I could make an alt account for it, but honestly that's effort I don't see the point in making. If they can't let this go, its not my problem.
AITA? Should I make an alt account just to let them get it out of their system? I don't know how to proceed with this.
What are these acronyms?
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Closed RP:
“So, Pyrrha, how much has Nora told you about our little private workout sessions here?” Clay asked, trying to avoid being too obvious as he eyed the absolutely gorgeous redhead up and down. The want to just bend her over and breed her right then and there was so intense, but he held back, keeping up the kind and gentle facade a bit longer.
"Only that they're incredibly intense." The gorgeous Mistrali that was publicly known as "The Invincible Girl" answered with the slightest of tilts to her head. "And with how exhausted she is when she returns to our dorm, I can certainly understand and respect the intensity of your workout regimen. And I've also heard that Yang and Ruby have taken to it."
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Closed RP/w Sinknightreborn
"I think the other Gerudo are getting used to you my King~." Riju teased. The young women was currently with her husband in their private chambers. Navi and Urbosa where currently wrapping things up, so it was just them for the time being.
@sinknightreborn
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