PSA

It’s understandable why more and more people are leaving certain circles of the roleplaying community, if not in general. It’s because of all the toxicity that permeates the airwaves like a virus. Seriously, you’d think we were all arguing religion and politics when really the basic concept of roleplaying is to portray fictional characters for a non-profit recreational hobby. Some of you seem to have forgotten what a hobby is. Allow me to educate you:

The fact that some of you cannot behave in a civil manner in a community that is based around fictional characters is appalling. No one ever said this is a competition and no one should be demanding you of anything. This is not a job. Let me repeat that: This. Is. Not. A. Job. I cannot believe that something as simple as roleplaying has turned into a toxic and grueling environment that pushes others away. 

Anonymous hate is vile: we are not a government or hierarchy and do not have any right to police or demand people into adhering to our whims. The jealousy and manipulative behavior that comes from doubles is unacceptable: so what if you play the same character as another person? You are not better than them, and they are not better than you. Each portrayal is different, so stop acting like a self-entitled 12 year old who just their favorite toy taken away.

When did this become middle school? All of this obnoxious behavior is completely unnecessary. Here’s a novel concept that is worth exploring. If someone is doing something you personally do not approve of, stay the hell away from them! Unfollow, the button is right here. Blacklist, another fabulous option to rid yourself of someone you do not want to associate with. X-Kit has a whole set of apps that prevent you from seeing misconduct you would rather not engage in. Staying away from someone is the easiest (and most relaxing) thing you can do. Do not acknowledge their behavior, do not explain yourself or waste your time, delete harmful messages, and stay wherever you feel content.

                                  Roleplay. Is. A. Hobby.

          nodding in response, she began to turn around and be on her merry way —- though she was interrupted by his other questions. that was a bit surprising. it was hardly ever that she was asked of that — or even being questioned. a shocked expression was placed as she began to stutter.

          ` ah—— no. . i moved here a bit recently, though. i’m — ah. . s— sawako kuronuma. `

     Blinking inquisitively, the boy can't help but wonder if that had possibly been the wrong thing to ask. She sure looked as though she needed help from what he could tell. Only now she seemed a bit worse for wear. Not quite his intention to say the least. The look of shock confused him and he tilts his head in question as he so often did as he hears her out.

  "Hm? Seriously? You seem..Familiar somehow. Anyway..Nice t' meet you. Um. You seem a bit distressed though. Do ya need help gettin' home then maybe?''

I want  h o n e s t  opinions about how I portray my character. If there’s a constructive criticism, I’d like to read it. If you’re too shy to say it, you can tell it with the anon on. 

Just Durarara!! things:

to bend without breaking [flirtatiousmischief]

The Yakuza needed something - a distraction - to occupy some of the police force while they executed an operation. And who to turn to but the Tokyo area’s most infamous info broker? They knew by now, he was capable of more than just obtaining information. They had worked together on a number of occasions, after all, with minor discrepancies. It tended to work for both parties, so they continually did “business,” as it were.

Generally, the organization was good at operating under the radar, but because this mission involved a few extra men and promised to be lucrative, they could afford to hire Izaya Orihara to orchestrate a distraction.

And how easy distractions were created with the amount of juvenile gang activity in the city lately. People that age were often quite impressionable and easy to manipulate. A cinch, in other words. A lie planted - through an online chat room, of course - about some intel he had managed to obtain; an attack on the gang that was planned to go down. They should go after the rival gang before they had that chance; make the first strike.

Funny how they would listen to an anonymous girl on the internet with nothing to gain, take her advice and kidnap another girl, but one important to the leader of the Yellow Scarves. Funny how easily needless violence was incited. Humans are absolutely fascinating.

What would the leader of the Yellow Scarves do now?

    An abrupt chill would come to strike the young gang leader as he lowers his head expelling a tight breath he had been desperately holding in. His blood runs cold before momentarily daring to open his amber optics to stare back at his group. The Scarves had inadvertly become something the teenager had come to hold in high esteem and while the birth of it was far from his initial intention, he had become reliant on it nonetheless. Whether it was ultimately a good thing or something terrible, there was hardly a shred of doubt that since he had formed his gang he had felt welcomed. As though he belonged somewhere at long last.

But then he remembered something evil was lurking about. Followed by the overwhelming feeling of being watched. Choosing to ignore such a thing, the blond begins to pace around now, thinking upon another speech, no doubt. Being the leader, it was his responsibility to make sure The Scarves would thrive but with all of the kidnappings that were occurring quite frequently well - Matters were quickly becoming quite pressing to say the least. 

The city always was overrun with violence. That was far from anything new and the leader knew that well. Reaching for the back of his golden head, a sigh is emitted long before he takes another exhale, still slightly pondering what he would do about all of this. The girl he had been watching over for quite sometime now seemed to have caught the interest of a rival gang. At first he was unsure but then a light smirk comes to cross his features and very confidently he begins;

"Alright now, listen up. You know the deal by now. Seems like the Squares are thinkin' they're all up t' bein' big and bad again. Well guess what? I say it's time we Scarves put 'em in their place. Once and for all. I know exactly what t' do about this whole thing. There's an information broker by the name of Izaya Orihara. I've gone t' him a few times before. His information is unreal. I'm sure he can help set this striaght. I'll go t' his place right now. You all just sit tight and try not t' harm any innocents, am I clear?''

A few audible murmurs are heard as the boy walks off, his gaze now steeled. He dares not to give another glance behind him. However, little did he realize exactly what the information dealer would have in store for him this time around.

@flirtatiousmischief​

Giveaway

755 followers, I love you guys! I’ve been having a rough time lately, and coming onto this blog helps me a lot. I appreciate all of you that follow me. I want to interact with all of you sweet snowflakes! But, now I’m going to do something! I’m going to do a giveaway, but instead of three winners, there will be four. A lot yes I know, but I need to get my mind off things, so keeping myself busy will help!

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Haruki Murakami. (via cantusdominus)

          “Why not take it back in the present, then? Even to this day, you are too much of a coward to even get things to how they were in the past. You have become too lazy to keep improving, too dependent on those around you… especially Saki, which makes the situation all the more hilarious.”

      "Shut up! That isn't true! You know nothing! You're wrong! You're..I just --Saki's everything t' me. You know that. Why else would you set stuff up like that? I already know I'm pathetic. And you're right. I'm the one who prompted this. I should know better. If we're done here, I'm gonna just be on my way then. I'm tired of listenin' t' you.''