so i was talking to my roommate today about a lot of feelings i’ve had concerning my rp blogs lately and she helped me figure out and come to terms with some things
basically i just really don’t think tumblr rping is for me?? like it was okay in my old fandom because then we had group rps and they were a little more organized but even with that it was pretty stressful for me to try and keep up with it all
and with this there’s no semblance of organization and it just stresses me the hell out and i’ve come to the point where i dread logging in every single day which is obviously not a good thing because rping is supposed to be a fun pasttime not a chore
and it makes me feel really alienated and excluded because it’s so hard to keep up with threads and they all inevitably get dropped on me and it’s really difficult for me to keep a consistent storyline going when none of my characters actually really have any friends or anyone to talk to which makes them sad which in turn makes me sad
but like i really love my characters a lot a lot and i don’t want to neglect them or anything because they deserve better and i feel bad because neither i nor anyone else can give them the attention they deserve in this format
i’m not exactly sure what i’m gonna do with them yet but i might just work them into some fanfiction so that way i’m at least doing something with them
i’d really love to keep playing them but not on here
anyways yeah the point of this post is to say that i won’t be logging in or rping on here anymore so don’t look out for me
i’d still love to rp with all you guys one on one though!! if you’re ever interested in that whether it be with any of the characters i have on here or just in general (we can plot something out) then message me on my personal and we can talk about it
i’ll probably reblog this post a few times on each of my accounts just so everyone knows what’s going on
[message me on my main if you need anything]
goddamn why does washington have to get so fucking cold
[this is really messy but i was just kind of liking the outfit i was picturing dave in in that rp i’m doing with karkat??]
This was really a cruel joke. It wasn’t like he had many years left on him thanks to his blood color, but to be sent to this planet like this, where he had no currency of their type, nor being able to have a job due to the pressing fact that he was a fucking alien, he might as well have been dead two days ago. Karkat slumped over the table more, still just looking into his tea. It felt like all he had been doing was staring at it rather than consuming it. After 5 days though, he had finally managed to pick up enough of the human’s weird silver dollar things off the ground in order to afford something to put in him. ‘Goddamn, I could go for a grubsteak right now…’ his stomach growled.
Then was the sound of approaching footsteps, followed by words. Karkat lowered his head more; the first thing he had trained himself to do when he got to this planet was to not expose how he looked for obvious reasons. “N-” He was about to say no and tell the man to fuck off, but he stopped himself.
For a bit Karkat was quiet still. He went over things in his pan, fingers clutching the cup tightly. Could he risk what he was possibly thinking of doing? What did he have to lose? Other than what little pride he still had left. “Well…how badly do you want it?” He then responded, still without looking at the other.
Dave raised an eyebrow over the rim of his aviators and shoved his hands in the pocket of his tattered leather bomber jacket, a seriously awesome thrift store find. His camera fell to rest against his stomach, supported by the neck strap. “Well, I mean, I could certainly live without it, but it’d be cool if you’d let me.” He wasn’t used to this kind of caginess — usually it was either an agreement or a denial.
But still, he hadn’t had someone to properly model for him in ages, and now that he had a closer look at this guy, the more he wanted to capture those sharp features, the strange grey hue of skin that Dave was still mostly chalking up to the lighting, the long fingers curved around that coffee cup. He sucked at the black stud pierced through his lip, a habit while he thought, then after a few moments spoke up again. “Why, what do you want for it?”
“But Dave…I don’t think you’re a big douchenugget! But if you’re talking to me, you just might be. I think I attract douchenuggets.” John hums thoughtfully before shifting to lay beside him, suddenly too lazy to sit up by himself. He felt lazy and pretty happy, he might even be able to sleep tonight, which would be a miracle for him. He snorts and turns to look at Dave, raising an eyebrow. “Okay, so what if it was? I can giggle if I want.”
“Aw, come on. What makes you say that?” Dave twists his head to look at John, one of his eyebrows arched curiously over the top of his shades. He’s all-out grinning by now, something he does very rarely. He’s never been a huge fan of his smile, how one corner of his mouth tugs up a little more than the other to make it look crooked, but at this point he’s drunk enough that he doesn’t care to try and hide it. “You can if you wanna sound like a total dork. But I already knew you were a huge dork anyways so I guess it doesn’t matter that much.”