SICK AND SLEEPLESS…

How about some love? My Discord is Serah Dravenstratt #2443. My IMs are also always open.

Oh, er, a friend convinced me to keep my blogs somewhat active, even if I’m not officially roleplaying anymore.

A Sweet Goodbye

So, I’ve been in the RWBY FNDM, and roleplaying within the FNDM since December 2013, and have been on Tumblr since Summer of 2012. It’s with great regret… Mostly… That I go ahead and archive this blog and @timetells-and-turntables .

I’ve come to this decision for multiple reasons.

1. INACTIVITY – Willow Schnee was a passion project for me who never really saw much by way of roleplay. Of course I can take the blame, by not offering up starter calls and not asking for a roleplay or two; but really I have. The world has spoken and I will neatly bow to the inevitable.

2. DISCORD – I lost my WiFi about two weeks ago. Confession: it went back up three days later. So I watched and waited out of curiosity, and I realized… No one noticed. Not a single concerned message, not a single friend reached out. Again, I bow to the inevitable. I don’t blame them, you. I simply can’t wait for people to notice me during a time in my life where anyone there would be a special gift.

3. RWBY – I can say without a doubt that I am one of the most casual fans you’ll ever meet. I don’t complain about characters or writing, I just complain about the complainers ruining my enjoyment of the show. Look, Monty Oum stopped me from comitting suicide in early 2013. I love his work and personally love his work more than Studio Ghibli or Trigger. But, honestly, you Negative Nancy’s and Downer Dru’s are just so draining. The finale of V5 should have left me amazed. Instead, it left me cold because it seemed I was the only fan pleased by the turn of events. I’ll continue watching, of course. Just alone and in the dark because you lot are rabid sometimes.

4. HER – I’ve lost my muse, my inspiration and my best friend, and those who stepped up after her to take the place of a dear friend and roleplay partner, simply turned their backs on me one by one with no explanation, just like she did. Internet anominity has fucked my heart over for the last time.

I may return one day, perhaps during the new volume. But with bills piling high, not a job lead in sight, and rotten skin hamging off my hands, I think it’s safe to call it quits. It’s been fun.

I’ll be leaving this and @timetells-and-turntables up, for now. Discord, however, will be cleaned up today, and truly, deleting some of you will be a hard time.

But it’s for the best. Thanks for everything.

Keep Moving Forward,

Love Serah Dravenstratt

I thought I'd add to this post a bit, just to talk and gush about a few things for a moment.

Ozpin was, hands down, my most succcessful muse on Tumblr. Even inactive, he had gained over 2,000 followers. Unfortunately, I simply lost his muse, and I think it's time to share why.

The Headmaster of Beacon is a mysterious little man with many secrets; he is intelligent, clever and powerful, respected and feared. All the things that I am not. I took up Ozpin, and hell, muthafuckas, I WAS THE FIRST, and truly made him my own. It came from my insecurities and depression and Ozpin became unhealthy, both as a muse and as a character to write. So I quit and moved on.

And yet...

Offline.

If you want me, I’ll be on Discord for the night. If you don’t already have that, well, obviously you’ve read NONE of my posts recently.

She hummed softly before she noted the baby bird. “And weren’t attacked?” She moved over to gently take the little cord form the male, while looking him over to make sure that he wasn’t hurt by an adult birds that might have attacked him.

tt – the ex-Headmaster – tt

“Of course not.”

This made the ex-Headmaster chuckle, looking his friend up and down before spying on the bird, which, despite what Oz had said, was happy and healthy, chirpping all day long.

“It’s a gorgeous little baby bird.

Hopefully getting it home will be easy.”

She nodded and softly petted it, a bit surprised it was so relaxed, since most infants would be screaming for its mother the moment it was lifted, but than again Ozpin did have a way with birds.

“Agreed, though maybe I should take it home and help it get on its feet before we send it back into the wild.” She continued to smile as she couldn’t help but find the little thing adorable. And wonder what kind of bird it was.

tt – the ex-Headmaster – tt

"If you so wish, my dear,

Take the fledgling; I have no mind,

In fact I daresay you would care for it,

Much better than I."

The Headmaster gives a chuckle.

"The poor thing. Seperated from its own.

I felt quite bad for the little one."

She hummed softly before she noted the baby bird. “And weren’t attacked?” She moved over to gently take the little cord form the male, while looking him over to make sure that he wasn’t hurt by an adult birds that might have attacked him.

tt – the ex-Headmaster – tt

"Of course not."

This made the ex-Headmaster chuckle, looking his friend up and down before spying on the bird, which, despite what Oz had said, was happy and healthy, chirpping all day long.

"It's a gorgeous little baby bird.

Hopefully getting it home will be easy."

Send me    ‘ t e a r s ‘    for my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly breaking down in sobs in front of them. 

Send me “Campfire Stories” and my muse will tell yours about a scary tale, folk story, or even one of their own spooky experiences.

Send “passed out” for your muse to find mine lying unconscious on the ground.