What if you were right, and they were wrong? My name is Lester Nygaard. Salesman of the year. Proper Husband and a little something else. What else is that something? Oh you'll find out sooner or later. [[Indie Fargo rp for 1+ yr (Or if he got away with it all) Lester Nygaard|| NSFW|]]
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okay so im gonna be away for some time
i have things drafted and I'll reply whenever i get back.
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“The odds are never in our favour.”
Lester looked at the girl. He gave polite smile and nodded. " They can be if ya let them be. It takes a little tug but they can be in your favour if ya want it be like that."
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"Yes ya do. Ya look like ya ain't something real sour like." He then scrunched his face up and then laughed a bit. " No leanin' and slouchin' is far different. You were slouchin' alright."
Boop
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She was pretty sure he wasn’t poking her because she gained weight; Camilla hadn’t even been near a scale in a very long time. Confused, the assassin quirked a brow at him.
“What?”
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SEND ME A SENTENCE [THE HUNGER GAMES]
askmethething:
“You love me. Real or not?”
“You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.”
“My nightmares are usually about losing you.”
“They’ll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.”
“For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.”
“I hate being so alone.”
“It’s strange to be so physically close to someone who’s so distant.”
“Don’t. Don’t let’s pretend when there’s no one around.”
“Here’s some advice. Stay alive.”
“I want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you.”
“The odds are never in our favour.”
“I’m hard to catch.”
“You call that a kiss?”
“Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.”
“You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.”
“Destroying things is much easier than making them.”
“Stupid people are dangerous.”
“You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.”
“You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?”
“Yes, it’s your fault I’m alive.”
“You’re not going to die. I forbid it.”
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Alright folks. Listen up.
There’s something that the roleplaying side of Tumblr needs to be reminded of, it seems, and this thing that needs to be said is an extremely simple little thing of no real consequence that should be common knowledge and common sense.
We, the muns, are not here to please you. We are here to please ourselves.
We are under no obligation to write something in the way that our followers want. We are under no obligation to listen to their suggestions, take their magic anons, fulfill their ships or anything else. The blog is ours and we are free to fill it with whatever we want to fill it with, be it smut or crack or any other number of things.
It is perfectly alright to enjoy something that a person writes. It’s also perfectly alright to not enjoy something that a person writes. Hell, it’s even alright to not like the way that a person writes this or that character. It’s even alright to say that you don’t like how that person writes that character. Just don’t be a dick about it. You are under no obligation to like someone’s character or their writing. Just keep in mind that there is a huge difference between not liking something and being a dick about it.
Being a dick about it involves telling the person that their writing sucks. If you’re offering constructive criticism, that’s one thing. Constructive criticism is something along the lines of “You’re a great writer, but I think that if you made the character a bit cooler towards so and so, you’ll really hit what the relationship between characters A and X is about.” Constructive criticism is not “Oh, you’re writing too much smut/crack/insert other reason here and that sucks and you really should stop.”
No. Stop.
We roleplayers are free to write whatever we want. If what we’re writing bothers you so much as a follower, there are a few options available to you. One, ignore that thread whenever it pops up on your dash. I promise that, should you follow at least fifty people, if you wait no more than five minutes (and surely you can go find something else to do for five minutes), by the time you refresh your dashboard, it’ll have moved down the feed. Two, you can download Tumblr Savior and, should the thread have a title, you can blacklist the thread title and voila! You’ll never see it again! The third option is the easiest one of all: you just unfollow that person. If you’re really getting irritated by what they’re doing? Then unfollow them. That’s about as easy a solution as you can get.
Keep in mind too that we’re all hypocrites around here. We talk about accepting other roleplayers and being open minded, but we’re all going to have our own way of doing things. If we find someone that we work well with, then all the better for us. But we’re not going to always like roleplayers we see on our dash. And that’s fine. The difference between being a hypocrite and a dick is recognizing that you’re a hypocrite. It’ll happen from time to time, that hypocrisy, no matter what. But just remember — you’re here to make yourself happy. No one else. The important thing is to have fun; bottom line, don’t let anyone else influence how you’re writing or what you’re doing to make yourself happy. Yes, let them influence you to improve your own writing. That’s highly encouraged around here. What’s not acceptable is letting another mundane tell you how you should be writing your character and what you’re doing wrong with them. If they’re doing that, well then, tell them to stuff it. If they want to see this character written in a certain way? They can go make their own blog of said character and try their hand at it.
Don’t let anyone try dictating what you do in your own roleplays. As long as you keep your character consistent, who cares! Just smile, laugh and have fun with what you’re doing. Trust me, the people who really want to write with you won’t care what you do.
Happy writing!
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"Don't slouch like that, You'll get a sore back and then you won't be able to move so freely." He smiled with a cheeky twinkle in his eyes. Then he wiggled a his brow in a friendly manner. " Don't so grouchy all the time."
Boop
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She was pretty sure he wasn’t poking her because she gained weight; Camilla hadn’t even been near a scale in a very long time. Confused, the assassin quirked a brow at him.
“What?”
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Lester smiled lightly. This girl was a lot like him when he was younger, specially about school. " I always went to public school." He shrugged shipping the hot chocolate cautiously. "I always studied alone though, My friend Bill would sometimes copy off me but he'd never stay long." Lester itched his head.
"I know how it is. It took me a long time to master the whole highschool thing too." Lester never got out to be honest. Highschool was everywhere. Just with suits, more assholes and a lot more disappointment. " Don't worry, I bet you'll do a lot better than me. I was kinda of a loser..." He sighed and picked one of the huge marshmallows out of the hot beverage then popping it in his mouth. " Just be hold your ground and don't let yourself be a doormat."
A grin came to Erica's face at the thought of hot chocolate. She didn't really have it a lot, but she absolutely adored it--especially in weather like this. "Hey, there's no reason to apologize. Compared to the big marshmallows, the smaller ones are totally lame." She giggled a little bit, leaning back in her chair.
"Well, uh, until recently...." Erica paused a bit, not quite sure how to go about explaining this to him. "I was, well. I was homeschooled. My first foster parents....didn't really like the idea of me being around anyone. It's....well...it's really hard to explain why." She coughed a little nervously. "But, uh, Cheryl....my new mom....signed me up for a public school. Let me tell you, that was a huge culture shock. I mean, first, you're all alone...and then you have to deal with like, gillions of people and figure out what the heck a clique is...."
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Send me “Boop” for my muses reaction to yours randomly poking mine.
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Send me an ask saying 'Let's cuddle!' to see my character's reaction to your character saying that.
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Lester could smell alcohol a mile away. His father was prone to drinking a little to much on the weekends. He smiled politely and then tilted his head toward Ollie. " Yah, It's actually rare to hear Owl's here. Since there isn't a lot of normal forestry. It's hard for them to find food but during spring summer the snow goes down a bit." He then reached out put a hand on the other then said in a whisper. " Hey, Sometimes we mess up, we mess real bad....We just gotta work through it." He nodded. Lester then looked down his where his wound had been. He had a small scare from it, he looked at the other. " Don't forget it, just bare with it. That's all ya can do."
"Honestly…" Ollie started taking a deep breath. He held it for a second, mulling over the thought of whether or not to open up to Lester. He hadn’t really spoken to anyone about his issues since his sister had died. Conversations, even with his close friends and family, had tended to be sort of spacey and light. After a moment, the larger man exhaled and shook his head. He liked Lester and he did want to think that he could trust the man, but he wasn’t about to let him in on everything just yet. Hell, Lester could probably piece it together. Who gets absolutely trashed on a Tuesday night besides an alcoholic? "Honestly, I’m fine. I was just thinking about the owl I heard outside my window last night."
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when you see all the flaws in your drawing AFTER you post it

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i really need to talk to more people. Please msg about plots and if im forgetting shit do that too. I've been like off and about so please please send me thing.
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Send me ♒ a for my muse's reaction to seeing yours pole dancing at a strip club
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Send me a ∯ and I'll tell you about one of my muse's scars or tattoos
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Send me a "☤" For my muses reaction to waking up with your muses head between their legs.
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