Mostly I like him. He makes Tony happy, and he kisses nearly as well.
I’m still a little uncertain about his plans. Motives I understand — he’s dead in love with Tony. He’s … hard for me to talk to. I don’t know what to say to him, I suppose.
Mostly I like him. He makes Tony happy, and he kisses nearly as well.
I’m still a little uncertain about his plans. Motives I understand — he’s dead in love with Tony. He’s … hard for me to talk to. I don’t know what to say to him, I suppose.
NEVAARRRRRRRR!
When that mun comes to me and says, please don’t, that’s when I listen. You, on the other hand, are … well. Stop shoving your preferences off on me.
And if you’re going to continue to hang around me, you want to check the rules of engagement page.
Once more, for posterity: I am not my muse. My muse is not me. Her reactions to things are not mine. And I do other muns the same courtesy.
I’m so tired of having to explain my reasonings.
Let me make this simple: I don’t get embarrassed about the way I play. Ever. I do what I do.
There is no such thing as ‘the right way’ to play.
That first message? That person chose to take it as in-character. I’m going along with that. I’ll admit, it’s hard to tell IC from OOC sometimes. But I was merely commenting as a person on the roleplay.
And, you know, you’ll get better results if you use your name.
I never quit while I’m ahead. And I’ve been hoping to meet Mr Xavier for some time. Mutants should know of one another.
(Please tell me this isn’t another thinly-veiled attempt to make me stop playing with someone. -sighs-)
*verbal keyboard smash* NO. I forbid it. He’s a god, he can’t die. *sits down heavily and buries face in hands to try to muffle the rising keen*
No. No, this is a lie, I would know I WOULD KNOW oh god. Tony please no please god no. *crumples to the floor, tears streaming down her face, and gasping in silent sobs* Please don’t go where I can’t follow … *stays like that for hours, weeping herself raw and empty*