How then do I owe you anything? You had only to keep ignoring me, and yet somehow you chose to come and task me with my faults — chose to come answer my challenge. I had the one thing to say, where I was unhappy and hurt, and that two days ago, and now, NOW you come, you and your friends, to task me with it, as though I’d been going round to others complaining of you?
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Alright. So I’m just going to make my way over here and tell you that I blocked you because I do not like your character. I didn’t like how you thought Gwaine was your character’s friend, when she never actually /introduced/ herself to him. The only thread we had was one, and then you decided to start sending suggestive asks that Gwaine nor I wanted any part of. I reserve the right to ignore, and I do not have to feel sorry about that.
Same to you as to anyone else: I deserve to know. I deserve to be told ‘this is a problem for me, and here is why’. You write that to me as though I was supposed to somehow divine magically the cause of the problem, and amend it. Or perhaps to just not notice when someone I’d been watching with interest no longer appears on my dash.
Seriously, it’s like you people think it’s not possible to tell when you’ve been blocked!
and then my dash went silent
where did everybody go
“This stays between us, understand?”
Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.”Oh, relax, Mordred. I’ve spied on plenty of bathing maidens before.”
(oh my god I’m dying)
I’m going to save all these anons and answers and such and reread it whenever I’m feeling down.
What’s my prize? (yes, you will regret this. every meme you post, I will never leave you alone)
Put “What’s my prize?” in my ask. I’ll use a random number generator and your character gets a free pass to…:
17. Put my character in an embarrassing costume.
“Well, I suppose it could have been worse.”
She just laughed at him. “You just want me to give you all the answers, and nothing in return! Offer me something, my lord, and we’ll see.”
”I’m afraid I’ve nothing of worth to offer you, m’lady.” Gwaine replied with a sigh, untying the gambeson the rest of the way, before he shrugged it from his shoulders and tossed it on top of his chain mail. Bare from the waist up, he reached for the gown. He raised both his brow and her dress to her, puzzled. “Shouldn’t the lowering of my dignity suffice as payment?”
It took her entirely too long to remember to breathe again. Hastily she picked up the chain mail from the floor, pretending it was the weight of it that made her breathless. “It’s true, this is quite a forfeit you’re paying.” She glanced up to him, eyes dancing. “‘Tis said in the lower town that no man can drink you under the table, nor, hmm, no maid refuses you her bed. Which says to me,” she grinned, “that you spend far less time under armour than you would have me believe.”
What’s my prize? (yes, you will regret this. every meme you post, I will never leave you alone)
Put “What’s my prize?” in my ask. I’ll use a random number generator and your character gets a free pass to…:
17. Put my character in an embarrassing costume.
“Well, I suppose it could have been worse.”
“But I am not fair.” With a twisted, humourless smile, she turned away to rummage through a curtained-off area. “If you wish to earn your answer, it’ll have to be with more than a foolish jape, I think.” Summer laid a dress over a chair, turning back to eye him.
As she disappeared behind the curtain, Gwaine dropped the mail onto the floor and began untying his gambeson, expressive brows knitting together. “I have to earn it?” he asked her when she returned. “And how must I do that, hmm?”
She just laughed at him. “You just want me to give you all the answers, and nothing in return! Offer me something, my lord, and we’ll see.”
What’s my prize? (yes, you will regret this. every meme you post, I will never leave you alone)
Put “What’s my prize?” in my ask. I’ll use a random number generator and your character gets a free pass to…:
17. Put my character in an embarrassing costume.
“Well, I suppose it could have been worse.”
“Oh, I think I’ll keep that a secret. Come now, off with the chain mail, Sir Knight.”
”That’s hardly fair!” the man exclaimed with a laugh. He did as he was told, however, and began slipping the maile over his head. “And here I was, keeping good humour about this whole thing. The least you could do is give a poor man some insight.”
“But I am not fair.” With a twisted, humourless smile, she turned away to rummage through a curtained-off area. “If you wish to earn your answer, it’ll have to be with more than a foolish jape, I think.” Summer laid a dress over a chair, turning back to eye him.
What’s my prize? (yes, you will regret this. every meme you post, I will never leave you alone)
Put “What’s my prize?” in my ask. I’ll use a random number generator and your character gets a free pass to…:
17. Put my character in an embarrassing costume.
“Well, I suppose it could have been worse.”
She started to laugh helplessly. “That hardly goes along with what’s said about you in the lower town, Sir Gwaine.”
He gave her a curious grin and canted his head. “And what is it that’s said about me?”
“Oh, I think I’ll keep that a secret. Come now, off with the chain mail, Sir Knight.”