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Beware of psychotic bitches

That moment when someone toxic constantly accosts you all night long on AIM to the point you block their AIM to get them to leave you alone - so they use another AIM account to message and harrass you further. There are some mental f***ers out there. diamondxflawless: I never blamed you or projected on you! I took responsibility for treating you horribly! I regret it and have told you that you deserve better!I came here to spend time with you to make you feel good as you normally make me feel good when we talk normally but you’re upset about what I’ve done and neglected to do in the past and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you or treat you like that fallenone121: Read the wiki about what projecting is - and yes you have.This entire convo any time I point out something youve done you project things at me and use it as a defense against your own faults and flaws.You always have an excuse for everything.And the stories you come up with for your excuses dont match from one moment to the next.One moment you say you deleted Wren because I didn’t reply immediately to a message that you have no proof of existing - then you say you deleted because of a status saying I was going on hiatus because I had no active rps and thought it was an attack against you - when you clearly didn’t care to reply in the month I waited before that.You didn’t mean to hurt me or treat me like that - but you keep doing it - chance after chance.diamondxflawless: And you won’t forgive me, clearly, so what are we doing? THIS is why I ask if you even still want to be my friend, you have nothing but hurt and forget or purposefully have thrown away all the times I was here for you, for us, where we both made each other happy. And you would be upset by a status too if I said I was going on hiatus and blamed you for the reasonfallenone121: I didn’t blame you in the status. The status simply stated I was putting jacob on hiatus because of lack of rp and activity. He had NO stories or activity. The most recent rp he had was a month before.There was no mention of you in the status.Noone else commented on it.There was no conversation.I wouldnt be upset by a status pointing out someone was going on hiatus - if a week before the person said they would go on hiatus if it was easier - and I was purposely blowing the person off while focusing on other pages. If the shoe fits lace it up and wear that bitch.diamondxflawless: You laughed with another girl about me in a status you made about “not giving people the time of day anymore"You come off very hurtful in your status commentsWhy would I want to stick around rp.me for that fallenone121: That status had nothing to do with the hiatus - which is another argument point that you stated one thing and it proved to be bullshit.You hated rpm anyway. You deleted your page and keep changing your reason. You blamed rpm for the reason why you couldnt be arsed to reply and then didn’t reply on tumblr either.diamondxflawless: I didn’t want to spend all night arguing about this I wanted to spend time with you butI’m seeing more and more the reason why I deleted Wren on rpme and stayed away from that placefallenone121: You hadnt wanted to talk to me for over a month. You hadnt wanted to rp for 2 months.diamondxflawless: I want to now.But you’re done with me clearly.I…. I get it now.Just stop.I get it.fallenone121: With your projection, putting words in my mouth and constantly lying to me I am beginning to see you are a toxic indiscretion and I wish you the best with Reggie. Goodbye. So I block her…immediately after: donthuxtyouxself: Have fun doing whatever you do with yourself now.I’ll just create another page on roleplayer and replace you.I wanted to be your friend but you cut me off.Good riddance. I’ll miss you but I can replace youfallenone121: The fact you used another aim account to specifically HARRASS ME says a lot about what a psychotic cunt you really are.You used this same account to message me the day after you last messaged me before your month long vacation and blew me off here too. You are sick and need serious mental help.I dont care if you replace me because you are too dense to reply anyway. Finding someone else who replies to me wont be hard. You joining rpm which you claim you hate is NBD for me.I just want you to leave me the fuck alone. So I block THAT account and she messages me again on yet ANOTHER AIM: flav0rblades: I’ll leave you the fuck alone, but before I leave you, know there’s a reason why I have always had someone above you and that other girl would rather fuck someone else behind your back too.This is the reason.You’re weak sauce.You run away when people need you.flav0rblades: Goodbye weak sauce

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Beware of psychotic bitches

That moment when someone toxic constantly accosts you all night long on AIM to the point you block their AIM to get them to leave you alone - so they use another AIM account to message and harrass you further. There are some mental f***ers out there. diamondxflawless: I never blamed you or projected on you! I took responsibility for treating you horribly! I regret it and have told you that you deserve better!I came here to spend time with you to make you feel good as you normally make me feel good when we talk normally but you're upset about what I've done and neglected to do in the past and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you or treat you like that fallenone121: Read the wiki about what projecting is - and yes you have.This entire convo any time I point out something youve done you project things at me and use it as a defense against your own faults and flaws.You always have an excuse for everything.And the stories you come up with for your excuses dont match from one moment to the next.One moment you say you deleted Wren because I didn't reply immediately to a message that you have no proof of existing - then you say you deleted because of a status saying I was going on hiatus because I had no active rps and thought it was an attack against you - when you clearly didn't care to reply in the month I waited before that.You didn't mean to hurt me or treat me like that - but you keep doing it - chance after chance.diamondxflawless: And you won't forgive me, clearly, so what are we doing? THIS is why I ask if you even still want to be my friend, you have nothing but hurt and forget or purposefully have thrown away all the times I was here for you, for us, where we both made each other happy. And you would be upset by a status too if I said I was going on hiatus and blamed you for the reasonfallenone121: I didn't blame you in the status. The status simply stated I was putting jacob on hiatus because of lack of rp and activity. He had NO stories or activity. The most recent rp he had was a month before.There was no mention of you in the status.Noone else commented on it.There was no conversation.I wouldnt be upset by a status pointing out someone was going on hiatus - if a week before the person said they would go on hiatus if it was easier - and I was purposely blowing the person off while focusing on other pages. If the shoe fits lace it up and wear that bitch.diamondxflawless: You laughed with another girl about me in a status you made about "not giving people the time of day anymore"You come off very hurtful in your status commentsWhy would I want to stick around rp.me for that fallenone121: That status had nothing to do with the hiatus - which is another argument point that you stated one thing and it proved to be bullshit.You hated rpm anyway. You deleted your page and keep changing your reason. You blamed rpm for the reason why you couldnt be arsed to reply and then didn't reply on tumblr either.diamondxflawless: I didn't want to spend all night arguing about this I wanted to spend time with you butI'm seeing more and more the reason why I deleted Wren on rpme and stayed away from that placefallenone121: You hadnt wanted to talk to me for over a month. You hadnt wanted to rp for 2 months.diamondxflawless: I want to now.But you're done with me clearly.I.... I get it now.Just stop.I get it.fallenone121: With your projection, putting words in my mouth and constantly lying to me I am beginning to see you are a toxic indiscretion and I wish you the best with Reggie. Goodbye. So I block her...immediately after: donthuxtyouxself: Have fun doing whatever you do with yourself now.I'll just create another page on roleplayer and replace you.I wanted to be your friend but you cut me off.Good riddance. I'll miss you but I can replace youfallenone121: The fact you used another aim account to specifically HARRASS ME says a lot about what a psychotic cunt you really are.You used this same account to message me the day after you last messaged me before your month long vacation and blew me off here too. You are sick and need serious mental help.I dont care if you replace me because you are too dense to reply anyway. Finding someone else who replies to me wont be hard. You joining rpm which you claim you hate is NBD for me.I just want you to leave me the fuck alone. So I block THAT account and she messages me again on yet ANOTHER AIM: flav0rblades: I'll leave you the fuck alone, but before I leave you, know there's a reason why I have always had someone above you and that other girl would rather fuck someone else behind your back too.This is the reason.You're weak sauce.You run away when people need you.flav0rblades: Goodbye weak sauce

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inquisitorjacobd-blog · 8 years ago

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Closure...

After a full month without a reply while my writing partner is busy with her abusive asshole boyfriend and writing on her other page - I will be closing this one. I really just wish I wasnt constantly disappointed by people saying they want to rp with me and then bailing without a word then complaining that noone lets them know they are wanted around while they blow me off for a month straight over and over.

I would love to say ‘its been fun...but no. One reply a month isnt exciting.

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"I have, yes, but mine came from my combat training and an inability for proper care...which lead to an understanding of infections and how to treat and prevent them...it isnt the most comfortable path to follow but it can and will take place...and in the end when I am done you will be feeling much better if a little sore..." Jacob spoke calmly adding herbs from his pouch into the tub letting the herbs soak into the hot water and spread with an effectiveness that will assist in cleaning her and letting her wounds heal, "You need not suffer through infections...you need not suffer to your burns..." Jacob spoke calmly to her as he glanced to her curious on what was on her mind.

"I am so happy you are safe and in generally good health...I worried about you when you ran off like that after teasing and tempting me and convincing me to save you from that cage in exchange for a promise that wasnt kept..." Jacob spoke softly as he looked towards the water adjusting the tempurature of the running water based on the feel watching the tub filling up.

"This is indeed for you...its my hope to get you nice and cleaned up and get your wounds attended properly...get you fed...and get you in bed so you can rest..." Jacob spoke calmly and softly as he looked to Wren seeing the way her smooth naked form leaned against the doorway while the water ran steadily into the tub with steam rising from the bathwater as he poured it. His fingertips lightly splashing into the water testing the tempurature before his eyes glanced back towards her seeing the smile on her lips.

Courier of Songbirds

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“Innfection…” Jacob couldnt help but to smile at her words, “Sadly…infection is by no means a positive or favorable thing. Infection is when you have a wound that takes in dirt and disease which is not attended to. The infection is a festering in the wound which makes the person ill causing rot in their flesh…this is a particularly unpleasant way to go around things and suffer because the disease will seep into the flesh and into the veins…”

Jacob was gentle and tender as he held the lovely girl in his arms supporting her as she looked around through the inn room as he exhaled slowly relaxing a little in the realization that he had her separate from the rest of the world and safe. He hadnt wanted to see her hurt - regardless of what she had done in her efforts to escape and be away from him the last time he ventured to try to free her from the captivity she suffered in.

With her request to be set down he would slowly lower her one arm lowering the soft flesh of the underside of her legs lowering her down to settle her comfortably on her feet before drawing the cloak for her and moved it forward to drape the cloak over the back of the oversized chair in the room a soft exhale of breath drawing forward before he would go to make way walking towards the bathroom leaning over the edge of the tub to get a bath of fresh waters started and gathering up from within his pack he took out his herbal pack and added a splash of the purifying cleansing salts as the tub started to run with heated waters.

It was with a brief pause of silence that he would look towards her through the doorway from the bathroom eyes trailing over her body studiously for a moment but it wasnt in the sexual ‘gods I want you’ way but out of concern with her present state of being knowing she was overdue for a bath and her wounds would need attending.

Her feet were browned from miles and miles of nature walk and struggle before being captured. Nearly burned at the stake, she pulls one of her lithe arms across her middle and hugs the soft inside of her elbow to her abdomen. White hands knuckled with ash tremble from the aching burn on her back and clasp to her thin waist for self-comfort. She watches Jacob hang his cloak from an oversized chair and move across the room. It had been some time since she wore chains and ropes and reached out to him through bars too narrow to slip through, but her prisoner mentality is still present and tugs at her, like she’s hooked at the navel; she follows several steps behind him, obedient little Wren.

Black soot clings to her ankles and between her toes, small and pink as she glides over the smooth wood of the bedroom floor. It’s a cool and comfortable walk. She follows him, naked, halfway across the room but doesn’t tail him into the washroom. Wren displays her body and her pinked and heated back to an angry mob of no one as she and Jacob were alone at last. “An inn.” She repeats to herself, touching at the furniture and treasuring Jacob’s words, knowledge, and providing of safety. “Inn-fection,” she repeats. “Hm.” Lifting fingers attached to pale arm that operates from sound mind that whirled with Jacob’s telling of wounds and rotting and how she didn’t want them, Wren loses interest in the bedroom browsing and turns to mind Jacob in the washroom behind her.

“Have you ever had an inn-fection Jacob–?” Her words trail off as she wanders into the washroom after him and is rendered speechless at the sight of his herbal pack and small crystals whirling around the tub, stirred by the running water. It’s warm and causes a slight steam to rise from the basin looking so welcoming.

Turning sideways, she presses her naked body to the door jamb. Wren smiles down at his doing and hunches her shoulders to conceal her small bulb breasts and desire to shift into a bird with shiny feathers, perch on the rim of the basin and crane her neck to look down her beak at the source of the wonderful steam filling the small room. “Is this for me?“ She asks with pink cheeks that full with a curious and interested smile on her lips, her eyes fixed on the tub and it’s warm, whirling contents.

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"Innfection..." Jacob couldnt help but to smile at her words, "Sadly...infection is by no means a positive or favorable thing. Infection is when you have a wound that takes in dirt and disease which is not attended to. The infection is a festering in the wound which makes the person ill causing rot in their flesh...this is a particularly unpleasant way to go around things and suffer because the disease will seep into the flesh and into the veins..."

It was with a brief pause of silence that he would look towards her through the doorway from the bathroom eyes trailing over her body studiously for a moment but it wasnt in the sexual 'gods I want you' way but out of concern with her present state of being knowing she was overdue for a bath and her wounds would need attending.

Courier of Songbirds

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Jacob heard the cawing…the bird’s soft cries as it screamed out into the darkness beneath his cloak where he had hid her away from the mob. Her wings flapping as he tried to pull distance away from the crowd of people who wanted nothing more than to see a witch burn - something an inquisitor should have supported if the witch was a potential threat and yet…

As he moved with her accompanying her forward his footsteps were steady one arm drawing around the slender naked spoonshaped figure of the girl beside him and beneath the cloak which was fur and leather inside and out. Feeling her appear her form stumbling and falling against him he steadied himself to walk with her supporting her as he exhaled softly slowly withdrawing his cloak from around his shoulders and bringing it forward draping it gently around her slender shoulders before he would reach in one arm drawing up beneath her legs the other moving to support her back hoisting the girl up against his chest.

“They did…and your wounds will need attention…but not here…not right this second…” Jacob spoke softly to her holding her against him as he carried her forward at a steady pace letting the cloak shelter her nudity making his way to and through the town heading up towards the inn.

“I will need a few days worth of a room and meals for two and baths…” Jacob spoke calmly to the innkeeper offering up from his pouch coin enough for a week of secrecy and residency in the inn before taking up the key and heading up towards the room slowly unlocking the door and stepping in carefully with her in his arms before closing and latching the door behind them.

“Shall I bathe you so that when I attend your wounds you are clean reducing chance of infection?” Jacob asked with a certain measure of calm trying to ignore the fact he basically had a completely naked woman in his arms.

She doesn’t answer him.

All cried out, she wipes her eyes with material from his cloak, her eyes pink and raw and her body naked and inflamed where the fire had touched her.

Pressure exists only beneath her shoulders and behind her bent knees from the cradle he had provided her in his arms. She is able to forget about the burn shiny and tender across her back suspended in the space between the arms he carried her; like the cloak wasn’t hiding her naked form, it was hiding the atrocity that was her nearly burned at the stake. She felt very lucky to be alive, even if she felt too weak to shift and perch on her rescuers strong arm. He was the strongest tree with the longest limbs and though she had flown from his shade once before, she felt proud of him now and wished to exist on his branches, camouflage in his foliage; she wanted to sing songs in the privacy of his wind blown dazzling leaves, away from wild eyes.

Her virgin hazels scan the room of the inn.

She had never been to one before. She had heard of them, her former master would leave for a time and take vacancy in these places… but she had never been in one…

Lifting her head from the pillow of his shoulder, she looks around the room, her eyes automatically drawn to window to fly through and objects to perch on. A bed bigger than the cot she was accustomed to in imprisonment made her shrug with her mouth, full lips pull down from her chin in a ‘not bad’ expression.

His words ground her. She abandons circling the room with her mind and turns her face towards him. “Inn-fection?” She repeats him. Looking down embarrassed to have never heard the word before just now. Hands holding firm to his cloak wrapped around her, she knits her brows together and looks to him again. “…do I not want inn-fection?” She asks, not knowing the meaning behind the word, not knowing if it were big or small, pleasing or painful. She watches him closely for clarity.

“…please place me down.” She lightly requests of him. Freeing the cloak from her shoulders, revealing bare skin there and wrapping her arms around her middle to brace for the pain of having to disturb the burned skin on her back, she looks down ready to plant her feet again.

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Courier of Songbirds

Jacob heard the cawing...the bird's soft cries as it screamed out into the darkness beneath his cloak where he had hid her away from the mob. Her wings flapping as he tried to pull distance away from the crowd of people who wanted nothing more than to see a witch burn - something an inquisitor should have supported if the witch was a potential threat and yet...

"They did...and your wounds will need attention...but not here...not right this second..." Jacob spoke softly to her holding her against him as he carried her forward at a steady pace letting the cloak shelter her nudity making his way to and through the town heading up towards the inn.

"I will need a few days worth of a room and meals for two and baths..." Jacob spoke calmly to the innkeeper offering up from his pouch coin enough for a week of secrecy and residency in the inn before taking up the key and heading up towards the room slowly unlocking the door and stepping in carefully with her in his arms before closing and latching the door behind them.

"Shall I bathe you so that when I attend your wounds you are clean reducing chance of infection?" Jacob asked with a certain measure of calm trying to ignore the fact he basically had a completely naked woman in his arms.

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“Come away...little songbird...”

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Adorned and dressed in studded leathers and furs he stood - not as towering or impeding as the stories of the man would have otherwise held - his keen eyes bearing mute witness to a girl who despite her filthy present state and her rags that hung from her flesh she was familiar enough to be known - for how could a man forget such a lovely figure? The inquisitor sigil glinting in the light of the setting sun on the horizon behind her granting her present state to be silhouetted largely if not for the fact they planned to burn her out of existance.

'Time is not in my favor, Ehlonna...' Jacob thought to himself as he breathed slowly as though the thought was little more than a prayer to some unseen long forgotten deity while his keen deep blue eyes stared ahead towards the scene ahead of him one hand reaching into his quiver at his hip withdrawing out one of his last tool based arrows - a head that was unusual for hunting or combat - but it served its purpose more often than not. His hands were keen and deft as he withdrew three sticks of incense and a length of twine beginning to restrain one upon the other to work towards the presentation of what he needed to do next as the fire was lit the kindling beginning to crackle and heat.

The twine readily wrapped as he worked his gloved hand deftly rotating it around the shaft of the arrow steadily - rapidly - restraining the insence sticks along three of the four points around the arrow to balance the weight around the object tying it off deftly and quickly before his free hand reached back drawing the longbow off his shoulder.

'Mob Mentality...' Jacob sighed to himself as from the rear of the crowd he drew back notching the arrow into the bow before one booted foot struck out at the figure ahead of him at the back of the knees driving the man forward and down before Jacob lunged forward planting his other foot to lunge skyward and back flipping through the air taking ready and quick aim with a practiced measure midair and released the arrow - no sooner had the inquisitor landed than he shouldered the bow once more and started forward in a rush for while HE knew what was coming - the rest of the crowd who blocked his path did not.

The head of the arrow - notched as it was - whistled as it hurtled through the air not like a single simple arrow moving through the air as one would expect but like the scream of a thousand arrows - or the wail of a banshee in horrific mourning. The arrow spiralling through the air over the heads of the crowd they wouldnt see it as it glinted only for an instant reflecting firelight but it was the sound of the beasts that they imagined coming forward that caused them to panic running into each other slamming bodily together trying to escape the screams.

For all that he should have left her - leaving her to die to the fate she chose for herself - he couldnt. For it was the teaching of Ehlonna who chided that all things who lived who had done no wrong deserved the opportunity to live. For all that he should have ignored the teachings in favor of getting even with the girl who had him rescue her from that blasted cage and then ran off without a thank you.

As the crowd panicked screaming to escape the demons they were sure were coming forward the arrow spiralled splitting through the main heft of the ropes readily splitting the rope into threads as it worked its way into the hemp the three incense sticks beginning to smolder and smoke before with three pops the air around the tree was filled with a mighty plume of thick white smoke cloaking the air with it as the movement of a man went unseen through the shadows and smoke percieved by the mob to be the movements of the demons.

"Come...songbird..." Jacob's familiar voice spoke to her softly and tenderly one hand cautiously handling a knife to cut away the ropes to free her the other hand carefully collecting the bird tucking it aside into the confines of the fur lined cloak offering her a perch sheltered from view on the arrows in the hip quiver. With free hand tucking his dagger away he moved forward with her cautiously being careful not to hurt her as the smoke only spread and the fire built growing up the tree which was starting to splinter and split the incense heating where it split the rope and blazing as they touched at the split section of dry wood.

"Perhaps this time...you wont run..." Jacob whispered lightly once she was secured and headed off using the smoke to shroud his movements as the fire built up the tree and the smoke was starting to fade on the cool evening winds - the flames building and dancing up the ropes as the arrow was camouflaged inset in the dried wood as the fire built - the girls dress smoldering and burning at the base of the fire as the echoes of the screams from the arrow sheltered what should have been the screams of a girl...or a bird...letting the mob believe she had in fact burned alive...

#oc rp

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