sending hate to those blogs that are trying to create a safer community shows how much ignorance infects the DR canon community.
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shockingly enough the opinions of people who are #csa victims do actually outweigh the opinions of a bunch of anons who hate me because i keep yucking their bigoted nasty yums
popping in to say DON'T ROLEPLAY AN 11 YEAR OLD CSA SURVIVOR IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT'S LIKE. EVEN IF YOU DO, DON'T ROLEPLAY SMUT. IMAGINE AN ACTUAL ELEVEN YEAR OLD HAVING SEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS. if that isn't painfully obvious you need to check your morals and get out of any kind of roleplaying community.
✩ — "Although I am used to solitude... it gets to be a burden... I w-wonder if anyone would be w-willing to speak with me?"
imoutoyakuza i rly miss rping in the canon community but there are a lot of mikans and i feel a bit :"0 at loss for her muse i also would love 2 make a leon to pick on u haha get meme'd
im having issues keeping my mikan muse... should i make a leon kuwata blog?
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”..I-I think I just heard something from upstairs, it almost sounded like something dropped. Oh gosh, I hope nobody’s hurt.”
✩ — It was something more or less. Someone would be more accurate however, as Tsumiki lay on the ground, letting out a quiet groan. She had been trying to reach one of her history books she left in her office a while back. Somehow it found it's way to the tops of her cabinets, which didn't work out well for the nurse.
"Nhhh... w-why does this always happen... ack--!" A sharp pain shot into her wrist, the girl realizing she had landed directly onto it, contorting the limb into quite the unnatural position. "....Heck..."
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It was Mikan
people talking about bodies and i am trash
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no fighting
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↳ ❖ 】”I mean … no one has really spoken to me this morning. I’ve been in my bed the m-majority—”
She’d skimmed across his forehead with the back of her hand, stunning him a second with how cold her flesh was in comparison. He sighed when she dotted diagnosis, his hands around the caps of his knees. ”Um. Of the day,” he whispers. “Uh— Ok. I g-guess I can do that.”
✩ — "Okay. Uh... I-I'm not sure where you could lay down..." A nervous smile was sent the boy's way, reassuring him best she could. Her hand was pulled away from the heat of his skin, fingers clasping together with her other hand as the nurse's hues darted around.
"Would you care to go to a couch somewhere? Or... maybe I should just take you back to your room. If you tell me how your feeling-- headache, sort throat, ect... I can give you something, otherwise I'll just m-make some tea and lay you down to rest..."
