#so going iconless for now!

[fatescattered]

&& @indigodreames

there she is, right on time. woojoo smiles to herself as she spots fah in the distance - just as she had planned. in order to accidentally bump into the other with a job offer, woojoo had to look into the model's schedule to figure out the best time to approach her. thankfully, she excelled at sleuthing and easily figured out where the other would be today.

"hello!" she plants herself right in front of fah, her greeting a little too loud and excited as she smiles widely. "what a coincidence running into you here, i'm a huge fan!" not a lie exactly, but fah should be more likely to accept woojoo's invitation after being buttered up, after all. "say, i'm a variety show writer and i have a hot new show on the works - any chance you're interested in being part of it?"

[antlir-a]

ariamuses -> antlir.

[lctibule]

ㅤeyes flutter open at the sound of the door, his best attempt at rest disturbed by someone who's stopped dead in their tracks on the threshold to the room. lena. the blue glow of her accelerator gives her away in the otherwise dim lighting of one of the med bay's private rooms. —not that his eyes can't see perfectly in the dark anyway.

for a long moment, they simply stare at one another, the hum of the machinery he's hooked up to the only sound to be heard. genji's sure he makes a ghastly sight; deconstructed for routine maintenance, he's little more than a torso, head, and one singular arm, all suspended from a myriad of wires and cables, just hanging there like some body horror nightmare. even the armor plating of the mechanical parts of his body have been removed, revealing the intricate wiring and machinery which keeps him alive and allows him to move. not a lot of people are unlucky enough to see him like this. it could be worse though, he supposes — she could have come by while his lower jaw was removed for cleaning and retuning.

ㅤㅤ" ...you can come in, if you want. "ㅤbreaking the silence with a dash of hesitance, genji nods, gesturing with his sole arm to one of the chairs in the room. he won't blame her if she chooses to turn tail and run instead, though.ㅤ" angela sent you here, didn't she? she mentioned that she had someone else coming in for maintenance today, and that perhaps we should keep one another company. "ㅤhe hadn't been so sure about it then (he's still not entirely sure how he feels about the idea, really) but... of anyone it could have been, he thinks he's glad that it's lena.

ㅤㅤ" i hope that she warned you of what you would be walking in on, at least. —even so, i'm... sorry, if you were alarmed by the sight. "

☾ㅤㅤ@chronal-anomalyㅤㅤㅤ//ㅤㅤㅤlowkey starter call.

[loath3d]

he looks over the woman, tony taking his bottom lip between his teeth loosely without a word. she looks -- peaceful. it's nice. ❝ what are you thinking about? ❞ the words pass from him before they can be stopped.

starter for / @am4zon

[howthesleeplesswander]

"Oh!" The observation caught her by surprise, even though it shouldn't have. Of course he hadn't seen her paintings—Kaz had only ever been inside the shop, and there was hardly space to hang them among the displays and merchandise. "It is nothing much; I am far from a professional," she confessed. "It is simply something I like to do in my free time. But it is rather helpful for situations like this, when bringing sample arrangements would be especially cumbersome."

Naturally then, thinking of the artist's renditions she'd brought as an alternative made her realize their helpfulness in this situation, as well!

She withdrew those pocket-sized paintings and carefully unfolded the stack: three in total, each bearing a watercolor version of one of the arrangement designs. Writing littered each page, from labels beside the different types of flowers, to pricing estimates at the bottom for various sizes. "They are not quite the same—I usually do not write on them, of course, and it is different on paper than on canvas—but I do have these, if you would like to see."

But just as she was about to offer them, Spring's pace faltered moments after her companion's. Shock once again painted her face. And if a bit of that pink tinge still lingered? Well, there was nothing she could do about that. "Really? Are you sure?" It was her own fault for not considering this consequence; the last thing she wanted was for her problems to become Kaz's problems, too. He may have "been in the neighborhood" this time, but every time? She couldn't see any way for that not to become burdensome.

"It is very kind of you to offer, but you do not have to do that..." Then again, if this deal did go through, she'd likely have to hire bodyguards anyway; wouldn't it be better to give that money to someone she already trusted? "Though, I would certainly pay you for the trouble!"

Her fingers toyed with the edges of the papers she held, fluttering the stack around in a dismissive gesture. "A-and besides, this is all theoretical. I do not know if Felix will even like my designs. I have only spoken to the man once; I did my best to adhere to his specifications, of course, but I cannot claim to know his tastes."

What would come as no surprise to anyone was that Kaz Brekker didn’t give a damn about flower arrangements.

He cared about the whys, perhaps. He cared about Felix’s business ventures, how he was spending his money, the extra expenses required to hire an expert who could manage the upkeep of said arrangements when they were more than just one breed—especially in a hole like Ketterdam; cold, wet, miserable. He cared about what this meant for White Rose’s finances, whether they’d recently acquired a wealthy new investor: who, what, why, when— Basically, Kaz cared about absolutely everything surrounding the flowers, but never the flowers themselves.

At least . . . that was how things typically went. But Spring had always been different for more reasons than just her clearly being a fish out of water in these crowded, dangerous streets.

As she spoke of her preparations for this meeting, he found himself temporarily lost in her voice—not so much the words it carried, but the pleasant ring of her tone, the way passion burned behind every syllable. He appreciated this about her. She adored what she’d chosen for her life, something so simple yet so important. Each time Kaz was in her presence, the atmosphere always seemed lighter, like he was breathing fresh, countryside air for the first time in years— Because she was different. She would always be different. There wasn’t a greedy bone in her body, a rare innocence still flickering in her core, and at some point since he’d met her, Kaz unconsciously decided he wanted to preserve it.

Which meant, really, he should be keeping his distance, but— He was just a man. Or the crooked, tattered remains of one. No matter what the Barrel had done to him, no matter the armor he’d built for himself through the name he carried, no matter what everyone else thought . . .

He was just . . .

“I’ve never seen your paintings.” I want to see your paintings. But he didn’t say that, of course. And he didn’t elaborate any further beyond that observation, falling silent again as he led her down the streets. He surprised himself by the route he’d chosen to take: a longer path than was necessary, a detour through the winding passages that lengthened the time to reach their destination. It was, nevertheless, time he’d take advantage of, especially when she had the audacity to think of herself as a bother.

“You won’t be of any use to Felix if you’re a trembling mess by the time you reach him,” Kaz said, having noted that her demeanor relaxed considerably since he’d joined her side—ironically. (He didn’t let himself exercise the idea that it could mean anything but the simple fact that she was in the company of a man who knew these streets better than most.) “I was in the neighborhood.” And he smirked rather wryly at that . . . something that lingered a touch longer than usual—before she admitted her likely need to keep returning.

Selfishly, the prospect almost excited him. Realistically . . .

That smile thinned to a thoughtful, stern line. His pace slowed for a moment, rhythmic clack of his cane stuttering on his latest step while he adjusted his grip. “If that ends up being the case”—Kaz shot her a meaningful look—“I’ll make sure you have nothing to worry about.” Again, he didn’t feel the need to elaborate, but his mouth had a plan of its own, and on a somewhat fumbling breath, “The Dregs can protect you.”

[sebastianized]

You started camming because it was supposed to be easy. Anonymous, low stakes. Just jerk off a few nights a week, maybe show hole if you’re desperate. You weren’t aiming to make a significant amount of money. For the first week, your streams barely broke five viewers. Most clicked in and clicked out. One asked if you were a girl. You muted the chat after that.

Except there was one account. No username. No messages. Just an iconless profile that logged in exactly thirty seconds after you went live. Every time. They never spoke.. But they tipped. Quietly. Generously. $5 when you shifted your thighs. $10 when you pulled down your waistband. $50 the first time you took your shirt off and whispered, barely audible, “Is this okay?”

After a while, you started performing just for him.

You stopped pretending there was anyone else in the room. You started spreading your legs slower, more deliberate, keeping your voice low and breathy. You began looking straight at the lens when you moaned, like you could see him there. Like you knew where he was watching from. You started talking, just soft things, murmured in between strokes - “Do you like that?” “Should I go slower?” “You’re still watching, right?” And every time, he’d tip. Always timed to your voice. Always like he was answering.

You thought it was harmless.

Until one night, after you came hard and messy and breathless into your own palm, the tips stopped. You slumped back on the pillows, sweaty and panting, and stared at the dark square of the camera lens, waiting for the little gold notification to pop. Nothing. Not even a dollar. He was gone.

Tonight you go live late. Half an hour late. Just to see. The anonymous viewer is already in the room when you join. Waiting. You laugh a little, nervously. Say, “Sorry.” A tip comes through. A hundred dollars. You stare at it for a long time. “Do you want me to say thank you?” you whisper. Another fifty.

You stay on the couch in your hoodie, still sticky between your legs, the laptop glowing faintly beside you. The last tip - three hundred dollars - still sitting in the corner of the screen. You sigh and start getting ready for bed.

You don’t hear him come in. Only the door closing softly, locking behind him. He doesn’t speak. Just stands over you, watching. His face sharp and unreadable. Steady eyes that measure everything you’re too afraid to say. No smile, only quiet certainty. Like a hunter who has known his prey for longer than you realize.

Looking up at him - you don’t scream. Don’t run.

He crouches, hand sliding to your knee, testing. You don’t flinch. His fingers trace higher. You don’t stop him.

With a single motion, he closes your laptop screen and whispers, “Off-camera now.”

His hand grips the back of your neck, pulling your face up so you meet his cold, steady gaze. “Don't get all shy. I paid for you,” he says. “I made you. Everything you did for me? That was training.” His other hand slides down your body, rough and sure, tracing your ribs before slipping beneath your waistband.

“You don’t get to forget that. You’re mine because I bought you.”

To be continued...?

[howthesleeplesswander]

Her composure was well-practiced, but even she had her limits. Standing there, hanging off of her beloved's every word, waiting for him to betray any sign of the forbidden book's corruption...

Amaya was terrified. She had no idea where to begin or what to expect. As Magnifico bemoaned both of his newfound prisons in that childish huff she knew so well, she still didn't know if it was truly him, and her aching heart was terrified to hope.

But then his question broached the stagnant dungeon air. So gentle and full of concern. So simple, yet so absurd after all that had happened.

How was she supposed to answer that? How could he possibly ask her that after everything he'd done?

But... Hadn't he always been the one to take care of her when no one else—including herself—would?

A watery laugh slipped from her lips: a thin, fragile sound that shattered against the unforgiving stone floor. That question only made an answer to it more impossible to find. Even if he was somehow free from the book's thrall, it didn't change anything. It didn't undo the damage that had been done or heal the wound left behind.

Finding that words had abandoned her, Amaya could only shake her head in helpless sorrow. But she forced herself to move through the ache: withdrawing the cell's key from her sleeve, she unlocked the door and strode forward until she stood a mere pace away from the mirror.

As poised as she appeared, a keen once-over would betray the tension stringing her frame and the quaver in every exhale. A hand returned to her chest after she'd tucked the key away, fingers curling atop her heart in a futile effort to contain its erratic rhythm.

"You must be yourself again to ask me such a thing—" Amaya began, "—or at least, that's what I want to believe." The queen's gaze, sharp and wary, studied him even when Magnifico looked away. "Surely you understand why I'm having difficulty placing any amount of faith in you right now."

Ah, yes. This was his queen.

Prim. Proper. Composed. As strong and unbreakable as ever: in the face of any storm, any ailment, anything the cruel world saw fit to throw at her. There existed not a blemish or crack in her facade, nor in the practiced tone that could’ve so easily been cutting or trembling with any manner of emotion locked tightly away. Amaya looked at him with an impassivity he distantly remembered—from a time before they had gone through everything together. A time before they stood side-by-side through all of those storms. A time before they unwaveringly, unquestioningly believed in each other, no matter what happened—

No matter what. What happened. What happened. What happened?

She was stronger than him. She always had been. While she stood there with admirable and terrifying grace, Magnifico felt something in him begin to bend how it shouldn’t. Creaking, quaking, stretched so far it could snap. Something akin to a growl thundered in his chest (At her, no. Never at her. He wasn’t mad at her), and despite her eyes locking confidently on him—even at a distance!—he couldn’t help looking away. (So soon, too… She always had a way of building him up and breaking him down with barely an effort.)

“Darling, I’m trapped in a mirror on the wall of the dungeon,” he reiterated, moodily looking off at the neighboring, empty cells as if it was their fault: as if he rather expected—and would’ve hoped—to see the true traitors of Rosas locked up. “You tell me if I’m ‘myself’ again.” Certainly not what she meant. He was well-aware of what she meant. But whether the dethroned king was actually prepared to address that aspect—

Magnifico drew in a long, deep breath. From where Amaya looked on, he was satisfied knowing that vague tremor in his exhale wouldn’t be noticed.

Still without meeting her eye, he dared raise a question of his own: something contained more so in his chest than in his mind, an ache manifesting in one important concern…

“Are you alright?”

[amidael]

AMIDAEL is an indie, canon divergent // lived!au PADMÉ AMIDALA NABERRIE SKYWALKER of the star wars universe. mainly based around episodes I, II, & III and after with an au ending for her, please respect this. with verses in arthurian legends, bridgerton, the lord of the rings and more! by belle. she/her, 30+. please read the rules before following. this blog may contain dark themes. a mature audience is advised. this blog will only write with those 21+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢.

THIS MUSE HAS BEEN MOVED: she is here now.

DIRECTORY: info // memes // promo

rules and bio also under the cut.

– a highly selective indie PADME AMIDALA blog. the tracked tag for this blog is #AMIDAEL. discord is available upon request. this blog is a multifandom, multiverse, crossover, oc & duplicate friendly account.

– FADE TO BLACK IS PREFERRED. romance leading up to smut is okay. that being said, smut may be referenced on occasion and will only written with trusted writing partners that are also over twenty-one plus. that also being said, I do love writing romance, pun intended, fade to black is just preferred.

– If something is triggering to you & you would like it to be tagged, please don't be afraid to politely ask me to tag it. For tagged triggers I will use #TRIGGER CW. I currently do not have any triggers to be tagged.please note that the views of my character are not my own personal views. OOC=/=IC.

– I am mostly iconless and I may use small gifs from time to time as well. I will likely some bolds or italics when need be and small text, that's as much as I do as far as formatting goes. I am willing to use regular text as well if that is easier for my writing partners.

– MUTUTALS/FOLLOWING/INTERACTIONS. I am a mututals only blog. If you have recently followed me and when I follow you back you unfollow me, please just softblock/hardblock. I often throw out starter calls and memes are a good way to get things going, so please be patient for starters with those.

– Send me memes to get threads started. Like my starter calls for threads, message me for threads, etc. leave a comment of which muse you want the starter for on starter calls as well as when you send memes if you are a mutlimuse. 

– REBLOG FROM THE SOURCE. Please do not reblog a meme from me, especially if you have no intentions of sending me a meme in return. also please do not reblog memes from me if we are not mutuals. since this has happened multiple times, if you do not follow me and you reblog a meme from me, you will be blocked. I do not want my notifications cluttered. I'm not a meme blog. the same goes for graphics and such as well.

– drama, hate, callouts and blog policing is NOT TOLERATED here. let's keep rp as a fun and creative experience. keep the drama to the characters.

– hello there! I'm belle. she/her. 30+ and in the EST time zone.patience is appreciated and I look forward to writing with you! thank you also for reading through my rules, that is much appreciated as well.

– psd by: oil_rig___psd_by_sawbonesources. 

biography.

Padmé Amidala Naberrie is a human senator of the Naboo people. Before being senator, she was an elected Queen, until a new one took her place. She is passionate about her politics and for protecting her people. Even after she is no longer Queen, Padmé does whatever she can to keep the peace, even if that means her own life is at stake.

During her adventures in negotiations, Padmé is protected by Jedi Anakin Skywalker and the two form something of a secret romance, even going so far as to get married under guise.

Padmé struggles with her bond with Anakin and the need to protect her people. Still, she attends senate meetings, putting in her voice to help where she can even with the wars brewing. When she becomes pregnant, Padmé becomes a little more recluse, keeping to her and Anakin's apartment in Coruscant until the twins are born. Tensions are still high and they are given no choice but to give up the twins to the current leader of Naboo and her husband and one to Anakin's stepfamily.

The kingdom still fakes her death, sending her away on the boat. Where she ends up getting away after the show to start her new life, though not without the worries. Padmé struggles with the loss of her children and essentially her husband too.

[hellsurvivr]

🤔 I want to write with you, but I don't know how our muses might interact

█ ▌ MUN THINGS ( ... ) ↷ featuring : @hollowpit — STILL ACCEPTING .

omg please, that's been the one thing keeping me from reaching out to you. but omg don't be scared to come into my IM's and we can plot stuff. and if you have an issue with her fc, don't worry I have alt fcs we can use, or just go iconless okay. i just want to write with your amazing self so bad. and yeah I hope, we come to a solution that makes it happen. for now I shall just stalk your awesomeness, like I have been for a while.

[flameheroesjourney]

((So I am in the process making a multi muse blog for all the rp muses I've had including Enji. i still have a lot to get together so I wont be deleting this blog anytime soon. If anyone is interested in following me give this a like so I can add you. Will say that it'll be mostly iconless because I do not have the time or energy to make icons for all the muses (also because a majority of my interactions will be on mobile) so don't go into this new blog expecting anything fancy.

For reference the character that will be featured will be

1. Enji Todoroki (mha)

2.Shigaraki (mha)

3.Ace (one piece)

4. Jesse Mccree/Cole Cassidy (overwatch and and as a note i will just call him by his original name)

5. Shinji Hirako (Bleach)

A few ocs might get sprinkled in by these 5 will be the main ones for now))

[fatexbound]

If this installation goes well, I'll be playing P5X with an English translator for the first time!!

I was forced to delete all my icons for now, but not to worry because I made sure to put everything in a backup drive. Luckily it was the exact amount of GB I needed. So I'm basically going iconless for a bit unless I'm on mobile or get some small ones back.

[namedhope]

NAMEDHOPE. independent, private, and selective hope from epic games' fortnite. no knowledge or interest in the game required for interaction. think of her like an original character! extremely crossover friendly. written by kylie/sushi. 30+ years old, female. dash only.

featuring daigo as a side muse for fortnite canon characters only ( or at least amber and mizzy's fn muses ). temporary about until i move him to a sideblog one day in the future.

exclusive with @lcstwarricr ( kendo ) and @cursedguardian ( jade ) but otherwise does not practice exclusivity. connected to @lcstwarricr & @storybounded & @allnostalgic & @cursedguardian & @honorforged & more tba

ABOUT & VERSES.

a tl;dr of her about and this blog/interacting.

rules below cut.

my speed is highly sporadic. i can be on top of things or i'm running off the queue and barely seen. i work a full time job and participate in multiple sports, my schedule and activity levels fluctuate heavily. i also ( somewhat ) balance three other blogs alongside this one.

i will rarely ( if ever ) follow first. fortnite is shit on too much and so many people aren't willing to give it the time of day. i want this blog to be taken seriously and be respected. i want people who genuinely are interested and will give hope a chance. this isn't meant to be high and mighty, i just know my source material's state in the world lol. you don't need to know/like the game, pretend she's an oc, respect her, and lets have fun! but yeah, i'm gunna let people be real with me on if they're interested - and this even includes friends.

let me know if my formatting is too much. i just like to do it and it's habit now, but i won't die on this hill at all.

i do not fill out interest checkers. if i follow you, i am willing to extend the desire to learn about your muses and interact with anyone we deem to be exciting to meet. i'm not here to be picky, i'm here to explore all manner of muses and possibilities.

i don't plan to have a rl fc, but i have absolutely zero concerns with mixing fc types or just going iconless!

i do not write smut. if i do, it's generally off tumblr. i like focusing on emotions more so than the actions, thus i most likely will defer to fade to blacks. it's just a personal preference thing, nothing serious. no mind to fellow muns who partake, though if it spams your blog frequently, i'll be less inclined to follow.

other more sensitive topics i am usually open to. while i won't write things like r.ape or p.edophilia, i can handle it being referenced/mentioned for backstories or the like, and i don't have issue with blood, gore, trauma, etc. will do my best to tag all things that are appropriate.

standard rp etiquette.  So no straight up godmodding/power play.  there are some cases where it can be tolerated, such as our characters getting from point a to point b, but do not ever control thoughts or major actions.

multifandom, oc friendly, don't reblog asks... yatta yatta.

being that i'm over thirty, i generally prefer my partners be twenty one plus. but eighteen plus can be allowed. i cuss a fair amount in text on occasion and refer to drinking, adulthood, etc. so it's just more of a comfort thing.

other blogs: @streetslost @starsweepers @bloodcrave

[inbeautifulruinsarchived]

While I plot and I plan my next moves, I do know I'm now officially iconless. I'm tired of saving caps, making icons all the time. So fuck it, I'm going iconless on all blogs. But I will save my screencaps. Why? For edits and stuff. Plus @ladamereveuse gave me so many of my son Varric and Emmrich and even Gale, I can't let them go to waste. But otherwise...fuck icons.

If you want to keep using them with me that's totally fine, I just wanna work on other things other than icons. I may or may not upload the screencaps I have if I can find somewhere I can do so without trouble and share those later.

I'll make a masterlist of what I have if anyone is interested / needs screencaps of certain muses they have.

[pizzatrocious]

So! With the end of this wonderful little event, I do have a bit of a bittersweet announcement.

I'll still be around here and there on a low-effort multimuse I plan to make a while from now... but, save for any light activity you'll still see from me, I plan on retiring from writing.

I'm not retiring for any bad reasons, quite the opposite! But as someone that's been writing on Tumblr for roughly... 14 years? I think I've done most of what I've wanted to do. Every kind of thread you can imagine, every type of character, and every type of genre. For the past few years I've jumped blogs A LOT, but really only because I loved chasing whatever next big thing felt fun to write.

I was here when ask blogs were the standard instead of RP blogs, regardless of whether or not the mun could draw. I remember my first ever Bowser RP blog, iconless and full of crack on a classic Redux theme. I unfortunately remember the Homestuck and Danganronpa craze, and an era where icons were a semi-new novelty that only the 'fancy' blogs used. I remember back when a majority of the Pokemon RPC was a fairly popular crack group that, at its peak, had 300~ active blogs all at once.

I remember the Splatoon Marie roleplayer that chased after me, even when I'd socially isolate myself during the darkest spots of my life, and the Rosalina blog she made later down the line. You might know her now as my wife, Rosie. Funny to think, our more popular duo wound up being Peach and Bowser.

I remember all the different iterations of the Smash RPCs, and all the people that rocked the community with every post. Then there was the Sonic RPC, a place that was almost torn apart by an awful person's hold on the community, only to rise from the ashes! That RPC's pretty quiet nowadays, but those guys may as well be sleeper agents for Sonic content.

Then there's the people I affectionately call 'The Elder Gods'. The ones that, despite being here over a DECADE, they still dedicate themselves to the same characters they always have. They're usually the ones with the ancient-looking blogs that go largely under-the-radar nowadays, but they're the foundation that built these writing communities. You guys mostly just keep to yourselves nowadays, but I see you.

And of course, my good ol' kindred spirits, the people that roleplay the most obscure, hyper-specific characters. Those one-off indie games, obscure shows, characters stuck to a spinoff title or are just dubiously canon, or characters with basically no canon that they've made into their own!

Of course, that's not to forget the people that take the big popular characters, and absolutely ROCK them in a way that makes the character all their own. Gotta toot my own horn, considering one of my old Bowser blogs had a couple thousand followers.

I could go on, and on, and on... but long story short, I've had a great time here.

Part of me never wants to stop, to be honest. But in all this time, I've become a different person. My hobbies have changed, my interests have changed, I'm a completely different person now! But I've also always been a stubborn creature of habit, never wanting to give anything up.

As a result of being anchored to my old habits so long, I'm left a little at a loss for what I want in life. More and more I've felt like a caged animal, just circling around my little enclosure and doing the same things over and over for enrichment. Add to that the usual struggles of adult life being rough and expensive, and you can imagine wanting to spend more of my time on survival is a factor too.

Nobody's gonna know what I really want now, except for me. I need to get out there and do some soul-searching. Find new hobbies, make new friends, experience new things... who knows what I'll be doing a year from now!

That said, I give my genuine, most heartfelt thank you to everyone I've ever crossed paths with in throughout all of the Tumblr RPCs I've been in. Honestly, the only reason I don't list off names is purely because I want to make sure nobody gets left out of my little expression of gratitude. You all know who you are, anyway.

I wish I could've known some of you a little better... but that's just life, isn't it? Sometimes the most impactful people in your lives are the ones you never get to really know. I'm sure I've gotten to be that person for my own fair share of people, with how reclusive I tend to be.

Again, this isn't goodbye. I mean, I'd be a little embarrassed if people thought I was gone forever, only for me to pop up a week or two later. This is a hobby I've always loved, I'll always find my way back to it. I'll always be lurking about, sometimes posting during funny shenanigans. Like I said at the start of this post, I plan on making a private, low-effort multimuse! Mostly I'll just use it to keep tabs on my friends and the writers I really enjoy seeing, but I still have a small list of characters I'd like to play around with a little.

Otherwise though, it's time to leave the nest and try other things.

Thank you again. This is Vincent, signing off.

[fantasywritten]

So, it’s pretty obvious to everyone that I haven’t really been here lately. Life happens, and things changed, and I have had to come to the difficult conclusion that… my interests have changed.

Up until now, I have spent my time on this blog using icons, writing extensively, using the queue system, using a complicated tagging system, using a thread tracker, and trying desperately to keep up with every single one of my interactions. And although the writing and creating stories alongside you all has been an amazing experience, I have to take a step back, at least from the way I was doing things before.

Let me make one thing clear: I am not leaving Tumblr. I may or may not move blogs, but at this point, I’m not leaving.

However, I have decided to become a low activity, iconless, casual roleplayer. What does this mean? Well, I’m not going to have a thread tracker anymore, nor am I going to use icons. I’m not going to write in small text — or do any formatting at all, really. I’m going to start and drop threads as I wish. I’m going to answer memes at my own discretion. I’m going to only answer IMs if they don’t make me anxious. I’m going to use muses that I want to use, when I want to use them. I’m going to write with the people that I want to write with, and the people that want to write with me. I’m finally going to prioritize my own needs.

I understand that this may sound harsh. I understand that this may sound selfish. But one thing that I’ve had to learn and accept lately is that there’s a fine line between selfishness and self-care. Putting yourself first is not selfish; it’s necessary.

And if people don’t want to write with me because of this, that’s okay. And that’s something that I have to accept.

My muse list is going to become fluid, meaning that I will have a list of muses that I will write, but I will focus on the muses that I want to focus on at any given period in time. My tagging system will change; I will start to tag things much more simply. OOC posts will simply be tagged “ooc.” IC posts will simply be tagged with the muse’s name; for example, if I was writing a reply from John Kramer, it would be tagged as “john kramer,” and so on and so forth.

I hope these changes aren’t too drastic. If they are and you no longer wish to write with me, I wish you the absolute best, and I completely understand. I truly do love each and every one of you, and I’d like to personally thank you all for being a part of this amazing journey so far. And although my interests have changed, as of right now, I will still be here. You know where to find me! ❤️

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i don't have an icon border yet, but i'm impatient and want to write, so i'm going to be iconless for now.