nothing hurts more than someone who takes time to plot out three or four threads with you, but then ignores everything that has to do with your character, whether it be replies or just ask memes. If you didn’t want to do it, then why bother plotting with me? It feels worse than being ignored or just told no.
roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers:
Just because I answer quickly, you are under no obligation to answer immediately, As long as you answer in a reasonable time, I don’t have a problem. And if I don’t reply check to see if I got your reply. Tumblr does get hungry. Never assume I want to drop you because you don’t write well, or because it takes you days to answer instead of minutes. And, one last thing, stop telling me that you are not worth my time. Let me be the judge of that.
I love seeing how different partners can make whole new worlds come to life through roleplay and I myself enjoy making those new worlds/experiences.
I’m sick of being the one who has to start threads. It’s like no one else wants to make an effort, and it makes me feel as though I’m not good enough to be RPing.
Not all replies have to be essays. Sometimes it’s in character to give a short response.
It breaks my heart when one of my roleplay partners says that they’re leaving or deleting, and there’s nothing I can do to make them stay.
Just because an OC is very powerful that doesn’t automatically mean s/he’s a Mary Sue, or even overpowered. It IS possible to write them really well.
When I lose a follower, I fear it could have been one of my favorite RP partners.
It really stinks when I want to roleplay with someone, but I don’t have a plot in mind.
I have a growing intolerance for self hate. It seems lately all my partners are thinking of deleting for this reason or that reason and saying they feel useless. When I try to cheer them up they just complain more to me. And to be honest I’m sick to death of it. And you want to know why? Because telling me no one cares about you and that you feel worthless while I’m clearly trying to help you just makes me feel like some goddamn doormat! What am I, chopped liver? How dare you say no one cares when I’m right here in front of you? No good deed. And yeah, I know what you’re going to say, they’re hurting and I should be considerate to their feelings and everybody’s a little selfish sometimes. And I get that, and I never say any of this to them. But I’m allowed to be upset.