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You gonna flag that too tumblr? HUH?

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that’s fine i already have 11 saved

please close your open rps. if you leave them open there will be a draft

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“Show me your butt.”

Open RP

“Greetings. I am Thor. Son of Odin. Prince of Asgard. God of Thunder.”

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“You kids stop memeing and go to bed right now or so help me,”

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we’ll miss ur sweet ass

we’ll all miss that ass

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Hey folks. Got a post for ya down below but if you want the tl;dr:

I’m not coming back to Citta. Feel free to unfollow accordingly.

Around January Simon got booted because of an activity check and I decided to use that as an excuse to focus on my last semester at my university. It’s been a small break, but long enough to realize I don’t want to come back to Tumblr RP.

The truth is my motivation to keep up with roleplay dried up a long time ago. I kept things going because I loved writing with my friends, but I couldn’t keep up with the group as a whole. Dash trends wouldn’t interest me at all, I didn’t want to follow new people, threads would often go dropped after a few posts because I’d get distracted by something else, etc.. At some point it just stopped being fun. Forcing myself to stay just to be incredibly selective is a waste.

Plus, the timing just seems right. I joined Citta when I started college and now I’m leaving around graduation. My first month of freshmen year was probably the loneliest and most depressing period of my life so joining this group really helped me at the time. I’ll always be grateful for that.

I’ve gotten caught up in and been a witness to a lot of drama during my time here. People have betrayed my trust and I’ve made a lot of mistakes myself. It’s left me with some dreadful memories. I could go into a rant about how the tumblr rp community is full of self-absorbed asshats and complete creeps who can’t write for shit but while all of that is very true and even a generous description all things considered the good really did outweigh the bad for me. I’m thankful to have made friends here who inspired me to be a better writer and a better person.

I’ll still be over on Twitter if you want to follow me there. I shitpost a lot and sometimes post this picture of Bo-bobo holding a wine glass. It’s a fun time.

(I wanted to make a big list of people to shoutout but it’d probably take ages and I hate feeling like I’m leaving people out. ;_; If we interacted in the past and/or are mutuals know that I appreciate you. That said though I can’t put an end to my Simon blog without thanking @landsharkbite for not only being a great friend but a fantastic writer and shipping partner. Writing Simon/Rosa is always so much fun. Also gotta shoutout Chaos for introducing me to the group and being my friend for so long love ya dude.)

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In front of Simon's place, there's a package wrapped in a feather pattern wrap. A card accompanies it, which reads: "Yooo, mr. Blackquill! Merry Christmas, buddy! How are things with Rosa going on? Anyway, hopefully the two of you can laugh watching this together." Inside of the package, there're a couple blu-rays of that one show on TV that shows funny animal videos.

“This gift is very her,” Simon mumbles as he takes one of the Blu-rays out of the package. A cheesy clip show wasn’t his idea of the perfect gift, but he was surprised that Maya thought of him during the holiday season when they hadn’t interacted often outside of work.

For once, knowing he was in people’s thoughts was starting to feel nice.

“I’ll have to remember to return the favor.”

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Rosa/Simon is cancelled actually

the dash reminded me of a request i’ve been meaning to draw so thank u

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Even if you aren’t a person tailored for fancy galas and never have been, this ball and its dressings are lovely and you’re glad you came. The only problem you’ve had this evening is the overall climate, something that seems to persist even indoors. Your weakness to ice is once again proving to be a highly exploitable one as well as a bitch.

After weaving your way through the crowd in the main hall, you wordlessly wrap your lone arm around your date from behind and cling on tight like a limpet. Resting your chin on Simon’s shoulder, you grunt/mumble an explanation for your theft of his body heat.

“–’m cold.”

For most of the night, Simon occupied himself with snacks and drinks, distancing himself from the overbearing crowd. There was hardly anything else he could do by himself that wasn’t completely humiliating, and there were only one or two other people he knew at the event. Sometimes he wished he had the ability to connect with others in the same way Rosa could, but for now his only other companion, in Taka’s stead, was a plate of��hors d'oeuvres.

Rosa eventually returned, but when Simon felt her cheek brush against his it was like cuddling up against an ice cube. He became acutely aware of just how cold the air was and joined in his date’s misery.

“Quite the understatement...You could turn one of the Ponyta outside to ice. I’ll find you a hot drink.”

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“So you are here, Simon! I was just asking Rosa about you. You clean up pretty well, I have to say.”

“Well, I’ve been getting fewer dirty looks than usual, anyhow. Perhaps I just get lost in the crowd.”

“You seem positively chipper, Bunji. Are you sure you wish to spoil your party mood talking to a curmudgeon like me?”

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“I could comment. I’m choosing not to.”

“There really is a first time for everything after all.”

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“...This is all over the place. What rubbish.”

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As the sun dips low on the edges of District Mu, the sound of sleigh bells faintly fill the air. Dozens of open carriages appear from the depths of the forest, perfectly lined up and waiting to transport the eager crowd along the trail that had been meticulously carved just for this purpose–a small present from the wood itself for the holiday season.

As the trees fly by and passengers ride along, glimpses of the winter wonders to come can be spotted for those who look hard enough. White stags with horns seemingly carved from crystal and visions of tiny creatures dressed in reds and greens: those were just some of the things that marked the festive occasion. But they paled to what awaited the guests as they arrived at their final destination.

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“So long as my housemates don’t disturb my sword collection, I’ve little reason to complain.”

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landsharkbite:

He sounds a lot like you.

He has before, but not to this level. That by itself stings more than any other crime of which he’s convicted himself. You’ve known for quite a while about this psychic prison that he’s been building, only now you can clearly hear the rattle of its iron bars. But you’re both equally stubborn. You’ve come to love this man, no matter how undeserving of it he might think he is right now, and you’re not going to let him shoulder any further sentences that he doesn’t deserve.

“… then will you let me help you? Will you listen to me a little?”

Simon says he wants honesty– you’ll give it to him. Though you’ve often been inclined to give him a hard time, lying would be something unthinkable. You take one of his hands in yours.

“I’ve never wanted you to be some unbreakable shield for me. Simon… you’ve seen my life. You’ve been me. You know exactly how impossible that job would be and I’d be the last person in the world to squeeze you into that box, but you just keep climbing back in. You want to know what actually hurts me? It’s when you bring the axe down on yourself whenever you think you’re falling short. If you really want to make that change, you’ve got to learn that you’re not breaking any sort of blood oath by choosing yourself first once in a while.”

It’s been a great deal of time since Athena was sent home from this city, but you want to think that if she were present now she’d be in agreement. Hadn’t she become a lawyer, sought him out to save him from that exact line of thinking? While selflessness and a sense of responsibility were both virtues he’d cranked them to eleven, fashioned them into a deadly steel trap and Athena had made it abundantly clear that she wouldn’t have it. Neither will you.

You meet his eye, firm in your foundation with your feet dug in.

“What makes you think you’re not allowed to make mistakes? That’s just too cruel.”

Simon firmly squeezed her hand, his entire body tensing at the question Rosa posed.

“When I allowed myself to make a mistake...”

Though he tried to keep his focus on Rosa, he could still see Metis staring him down with contempt. Though that chapter of his life ended years ago, chances were that image wouldn’t leave him for as long as he lived. Even now he could feel the anguish of that day flooding back. Everyone closed the book on that case years ago, but Simon always dusted it off the shelf and pried it open in spite of himself.

He wished to convey his feelings into words, but they never came out. Instead, he exhaled a breath he was holding in.

Rosa felt the exact same way. He knew it. Every since he stole a taste of her unrelenting remorse, all he had wanted to do since was eradicate it. Yet there was no scrubbing away that trauma...to even try was a fool’s errand. Instead of pretending all this heartache could be erased, he should’ve accepted it. It was something neither of them could control - something they shouldn’t deal with alone.

“I know...I can’t shoulder this burden by myself. Rosa, promise me you’ll take your own advice. You and I...we’re far too alike, but it’s a comfort knowing such a kindred spirit. In its own twisted sense.”

In that moment, Simon pulled Rosa into his embrace.

“I'm relying on you, Rosa. I don’t ever want to lose you.”

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You’re struck silent for a long moment, where again a second could pass for an hour.

Simon’s words are clear cut and there’s little mystery to his tale, but you’re still left navigating it like it’s some thick fog. You’ve been mired in this feeling, this uncertainty before that’s rocked you at your core and its chokehold on your lungs is familiar. The difference this time, however, is that you have a beacon.

Finally, you nod.

“… yes. I can. I understand, Simon.”

And you truly, honestly do. If that had been you there on that roof, and his choice between you and Athena had been of a more permanent consequence, you can admit to yourself that you would’ve wanted that same outcome. Maybe you can tell him that when more of your words have come back. The overall why to it is clear, but the deeper reasons are clawing their way into the light. They’re a little out of focus, but beyond that they’re solid and real.

Something more is bothering you too, like a Joltik digging its mandibles into the back of your neck without rest. Does he really believe all he’s done is cause you pain? “You don’t know that, Simon. I don’t think you know just how much you’ve given me.”

“…I was hoping you wouldn’t.”

Rosa’s words should have been a comfort, but they did little to mitigate Simon’s guilt. Words of scorn and hatred were what he desired - what retribution he felt he deserved. Yet this was still the expected outcome. He knew that if the tables were flipped he would have accepted her choice. This cycle of self-sacrifice was unending, and tiresome.

Simon came to an epiphany that night. The prosecutor tried over the past decade to be a faithful ally to those worth protecting, yet failed shamefully at every corner. The reason is simple. As a person, he was weak. Though he tried fighting battles on his own, he lacked the fortitude to do so. All he’d accomplished was extending his misery to others. He shouldered everyone’s problems without ever once reflecting on his own.

Although Simon championed Rosa’s resilience and strength, he still saw her as something to guard rather than as an equal. He unwittingly treated her as an icon rather than actual person. Athena was no different. When she needed him to be a friend – to be her family – he only projected his frustration in himself onto her. The loneliness she must’ve felt then Simon could only imagine.

“The greatest disservice you could bestow me is seeing me as infallible. If I’ve given you hope in the same way you’ve done for me, I’m thrilled. Truly. But I valued another’s life over yours. That is deplorable, no matter what the situation called for. Both you and Athena deserve a full life devoid of strife, and I know I’ve caused both of you worry and guilt.”

“Rosa...I’ve been keeping everyone at arm’s length. I wish to change that.”