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2 mos ago
Current you know, my SO never forces me to say a thing that's on my mind and doesn't mind if I don't always explain myself which makes it way easier to actually tell them stuff. boundaries good.
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2 mos ago
if your boyfriend loves you for who you are he already knows what you read without you needing to tell him
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5 mos ago
no, its the manufacturer's lack of a soul that's causing it to act up on you
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4 yrs ago
I'm starting to think I have serial profile stalkers
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4 yrs ago
as much as I'd love to pre-plan RPs, I've also noticed that's the fast track to killing them. A little planning and a rough gist is fine, but anything beyond that and people don't wanna write no more.
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The day that Moss was hanged, eight others were cut down,
And when the graves had all been dug, the queen rode out of town.

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On his bunk lay an exhausted Devors, right arm flung over his eyes and the other hanging lazily next to him. The man, in some miraculous way, had not yet passed out despite every molecule of his body suggesting he should. The thoughts of just what a clown show the day had been kept him awake, alongside the fact that Zim guy had decided to ask him a stupid question like machines being alive. Honestly, Devors was drunk enough to believe just about anything at this point. Not like he remembered what was actually said, anyway. Finding peace with that resolution, his body finally decided to let him-

"This is Captain Ritsu. Team Sigma, report to the containment sector on Delta-4 for a special briefing. This excludes Sergeant Steinhart and Pilot Gene."
*WHAM*

A loud noise resounded when Devors' fist, followed by the rest of his body, collided with the floor from violently rolling himself out of his bunk. The man pushed himself up from the floor and let out a groan, looking around to see the world spinning like a hamster wheel. He ran his hand across his face, brushing away the golden locks that had fallen to cover his one remaining eye. He really, really hated this job.

After stumbling and tripping through the hallways for a solid twenty minutes and delaying everyone the man had finally managed to find the place of gathering. He didn't even bother to hide his inebriated state as he shuffled up next to the rest of the crew, his lone half-open lazily scanning the environment. The hot captain started blabbing about something Devors didn't care about, making him struggle to stay awake through the whole spiel. The only time Ritsu managed to grab his attention was when she mentioned his name, making him blink twice.

"Wait, what?" he let fly, though everyone looked to be too occupied to notice. He tried to recall what the captain had said, something about a chair? Also Steinhart... wait, wasn't that Elise? Why would Elise have been in a chair? Wasn't she in the hospital?

After blinking a few more times and looking around in confusion, Devors finally managed to spy the tiny commander in a wheelchair. It took him a few seconds to put two and two together, eventually coming to conclusion that Ritsu wanted him to push Elise's wheelchair. Wordlessly Devors shuffled around and got behind Elise. His first attempt at grabbing the wheelchair's handles failed and he missed, causing him to stumble forward and lightly bump against her back.

"Wait, no, shit, hang on, I got this."

Trying again, Devors managed to actually grab onto it. Paying no mind to Elise's condition he mindlessly pushed it forward to follow the rest of the crew, half-heartedly listening to the rest of Ritsu's spiel. At some point a funky-looking alien popped up in front of everyone's faces, causing the man to snort. Everyone else didn't seem to find it as funny as he did. He didn't hear them snort, at least, and he was pretty sure one of them looked like they were about to hit Ritsu. That'd be a funny sight.

Wait, shit, didn't the captain say 'prepare to depart' or something? Did that mean that Devors could go back to passing out? He looked down, seeing he was still holding on to the handlebars of the wheelchair. Right, he was supposed to be pushing this thing. This thing with Elise in it. In thinking about it, Devors remembered that she was in it because of... him. He couldn't leave yet after remembering that, something inside of his spinning brain told him the least he could do was stick around for a little while.

"...So, uh, Elise, do I still need to push you somewhere or something?" Devors asked her, disregarding everyone else.
Already told Ariamis, but I'm smack-dab in the middle of exams right now.

Iiiii should probably not be as silent as I am.
@Jasonhero

Do you want to wrap up the Serah/Jason stuff in sort of a mini-collab as the first part of your next post? Doesn't need to be more than like a paragraph or two, but this way some clutter can be avoided and I wouldn't have to worry about making a Devors post without clunkily having Serah address Jason in the past.
Voices overwhelmed Serah from all sides, despite expecting the usual tranquility of a medical ward. She was sure she heard Jake speak up before Jason did, with his voice coming from the other direction, though it didn't really register in her mind as to what exactly he said. Serah clutched the mattress underneath her, pushed herself up straight on the bed and let out a sigh of relief. Her body was exhausted and her throat was sore but the girl didn't have much time to think on it. She heard Jason talk again, turning back and listening attentively to what he said.

"Told you I wasn't going anywhere before, didn't I? So here I am."

Serah felt comforted by the boy's words and wanted to throw her arms around him for a hug, but fatigue got the better at her and she settled for smiling at the comment. Before Serah had any time to think, her attention was grabbed by the voice of the 'new' squad leader. Serah slowly looked around the room in response, seeing everyone else who was in the ward. She spied Jake, Elise and even a still-unconscious Mai.

Seeing the sight in front of her made everything click in Serah's head, the memories of what exactly happened in the battle before flooding back to her like a tidal wave. It didn't have the same effect on her now as it did then, though, as the stress of battle wasn't weighing on her anymore. It just made her face sink for a bit and the girl bit her lip as a knee-jerk response. Serah couldn't afford to look somber for much longer, however; she needed to partake in the relief everyone felt about people waking up. Forcing out a smile, the girl tried to catch snippets of what happened from the people talking all around her. Somewhere during this, Serah noticed Ariin was suddenly in the room. She must have missed the moment he entered. The boy was talking to Elise, which gave Jason a chance to catch Serah's attention again.

"How are you feeling, Serah? Are you alright?"

Serah turned her attention back to him again as she tried to gather her thoughts. Right as she opened her mouth to try and reply, Ariin had decided to address Serah as well. Like a bobblehead, Serah turned around again in surprise, briefly listening to the boy.

“And how are you Serah? I’m actually just checking out myself... More brain scans since they just love to watch my argue with the rogue intelligence leeching off my brain.”

Ariin confused Serah. Not the part about asking how she was, of course, as that was slightly reassuring. It was everything else he said that didn't make any sense. It even looked like Ariin started talking to himself afterwards, scaring the girl off from answering. Ariin had become pretty insane after what happened back at Troas. Serah decided to ignore him for now and turned her attention back to Jason.

"I'm fine, just a little sore..." Serah said with a strained voice, giving him the most reassuring smile she could. She reached out her hand to grasp his, wanting to feel his warmth for just a moment. She was a little lost for words, a mix of emotions swirling through her. She was relieved Jason was here, but also remembered what she saw inside Atty. Serah didn't really want to think about it, but it nagged her in the back of her head.

"Hey, I may be a little silly but... can I get a hug?" Serah asked, trying to lighten the mood for the sake of the both of them. She giggled and raised her arms up, waiting for the boy to lean forward and wrap his own around her. Besides, she's been wanting one for a few minutes now.
@Ariamis I am working on a post but couldn't really write because of a ton of school work this week. Busy busy. Gonna get on it in the weekend, though.

Kinda want to give Serah a chance to react.
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How is that relevant to excluding roleplayers based on gender.


I think you may be missing the point of these past two comments from other users being jokes, Deadrop.
You know a thread's blown up when Odin joins the fray.

Anyway, I guess I've lurked long enough on the thread to give my own two cents, though I don't think I'm going to be saying anything that hasn't been said before.

I personally find you an idiot if you put stuff like 'only X type of person' in your title. An ignorant, biased individual who needs to learn to separate themselves from their fictional creations- granted you don't have a diagnosed disability for those sorts of situations. People get too emotionally attached to something they're not, and restrict others because they're too conceited and ego-centered. I may be using strong language, but I do genuinely think you need to get over yourself if you actually care what the other person's got hiding in their pants.

On that note, however, I do agree with the whole 'you can't stop it' point. While I do enjoy discussion like this, I don't think it's going to change anything in either the short or the long term. The only people that would check out this thread already have, and it's been made pretty clear that people in RP discussion aren't prone to changing their mind. I think the focus shouldn't be on witch hunting those who do or don't do it, or calling each other out on practices they do or don't do. Nor do I think the focus should be on jumping at each other's throats. The focus should be more on reaching a conclusion posed by the intial question: is it wrong? And, I think there's already been a clear conclusion drawn amidst all this chaos; Yes, it's 'wrong' to do it, but ignorance will find a way.

I don't think people are wrong with it having roots in sexism, but I disagree on using that term. I think misguided or ignorant might be better, as sexism is a pretty strong accusation to hurl at someone in which they will be on their most defensive once accused. It doesn't breed healthy conversation in my eyes, and especially not with the crowd that likes to frequent these threads (no offense to anyone meant by that).

I can't really say the whole issue has ever affected me, though. I'm not a 1x1 roleplayer.
@ArkmageddonCat it, uh

took a while
shit now I don't have a reason not to post
first character bitches

Also it's not in a hider because Red asked me not to do that so blame him for anything that can (will) go wrong
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