// wow, I am actually so ready to throw myself off a cliff right now. Holy fucking shit I refuse to deal with my family’s shit anymore.
Rose tilted her head at the odd questions, “You’re in New York, and it’s Saturday the 15th 2013, are you feeling okay miss? You look very tired, I mean no offence of course, would you care for a bed to rest in? We always have a few that we don’t mind travelers using.” She said with a warm smile, hoping she hadn’t offended the woman. “Oh and my name’s Rose.” She added with a small giggle.
Tan positively lit up as a great big grin stretched across her tired features. New York, 2013. How wonderful! “Oh that’s brilliant!” she cheered aloud. “And yes, I think I may take up that offer for a bed at some point, but perhaps a drink first if you have some around? Anything strong, vodka or spirits if you have them. There is reason to celebrate on this night,” she beamed. “It is very lovely to meet you Rose,” she said, enthusiastically grabbing the young woman’s hand and shaking it, “My name is Tan,”
She had crossed so many of her personal boundaries in just under a minute. Directly asking for something from a complete stranger, grabbing people without permission, being loud and generally embarassing, and dismissing that mental pop-up when she recognised the faint scent of something not quite human. After all, the prospect of being on the same Earth and the same time period after a jump had made Tan obliviously ecstatic.
//Hold up a second you fucking piece of shit.
What the fuck makes you think you have the right to 1. tell someone what to do with their own body, 2. tell someone to cause harm to themselves, 3. suggest that they should end their own lives?
Heres the general rule when it comes to “freedom of speech” or whatever the fuck. Say what the fuck you want, wrong or right, malicious or not, but the second you start acting like an asshole is the second some will start treating you like one. But hey, I’m a kind and generous lady so I’m going to educate you at the same time.
Don’t tell people what to do with their lives. Don’t tell people what to do, period. Don’t tell people what their choices are. That is a whole person with a mind of their own. If I told you that your entire existence was the equivalent to that of a worm and everything you thought you amounted to was simply a waste of air and precious resources and that the world would be better off without you, that would be the equivalent to what you’d just said in you anonymous message.
Mate, I don’t even know how to tell you exactly how hurtful and ignorant those seven words are. I literally cannot tell you what extent your stupidity stretches. You should visit a metal clinic and spend ten minutes with a suicidal person because you are attempting to create another one of those people and you don’t even know it.
It’s gonna be one of those days…
Woke up, spilt water all over my bed.
Couldn’t find the pants I wanted to wear.
The lid of the milo jar opened when I was moving it across the kitchen, dumping powder all over my black shirt.
FUCKING WRITER’S BLOCK JESUS CHRIST ON A STICK.
you have my condolences
5 entered Black Calvados
“Welcome to Black Calvados.”
These ‘jumps’ were really getting to her now. Tan had suspected it was related to her make-up, something to do with her DNA most likely. Or perhaps to do with her supernatural origins. Either way, it meant she was still getting ripped out of one reality and into another without warning, although sometimes she was lucky enough for it to just be from one continent to another, but those times were rare in comparison to the dragon infested, war ridden, fantasy-like worlds that she’d been thrown into as of late.
This time, however, seemed a little closer to home. It was a dark-ish place, generally futuristic-looking and fitted with fluorescent lights. She panicked for a moment at the idea of being stuck on another starship some few hundred years into the future, but calmed slightly when she picked up the scent of alcohol. Perhaps it was a bar, or a nightclub. Or something of that kind. Something on Planet Earth, 2013.
A kind voiced piped up behind her and she spun on her heel to face them. A young woman stood there beaming at her and welcoming her to some place called ‘Black Calvados’. Calvados, that was an apple brandy of some kind wasn’t it? The possibility that the fox-woman hadn’t been whisked off to an alternate universe was becoming more and more believable; although even if she was on the same planet, Tan had just gone through a long week and she barely had the energy to walk a hundred yards without a rest. Needless to say, the bags under her bloodshot eyes were painfully dark and heavy, and her skin was unhealthily pale.
“Oh, uh- Yes, thank you,” Tan offered a half awkward-half tired smile in reply, “Uh- Silly question: What city am I in? And would you also happen to know the date and year?”
Attention: About Roleplayerssuck
I’m going against my own advice by writing this, but you all need to read this.
Ignore that blog.
I know you all feel the need to either lash out and show anger or be nice and show how nice roleplayers are and how much roleplay/fanfics mean to you.
Trust me, this will not work.
They are here to cause hurt.
If you send angry messages or make those posts like “we’re going to war!” this is exactly what they want. They’d see the hurt they’re causing and it will encourage them.
As for the nice messages? They’re someone here to cause hurt. A nice, well worded message won’t change their mind. Again, they’ll just see they’re successful at causing pain.
What you should do:
That’s the only way it will stop.
Trust me, I’ve dealt with hate blogs like that before.
what if we’re all characters in a book
WHAT IF WHEN YOU FORGET WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY IT’S THE AUTHOR BACKSPACING
guys why isn’t everyone reblogging this it’s a scientific breakthrough
and when you’ve had a sense that you’ve been through a certain day or moment before, it’s cuz the author is re-writing the same part of the story, just with better context
when randoms songs pop into your head, it’s because the author is listening to them while they’re writing
Feathers and Fur
Small fairies flew through the towns and cities, being careful as to keep themselves from being seen, carrying with them coins tied onto their waists, flying from house to house, each being occupied by a child whom had just lost a tooth; going in and swooping underneath their pillows, leaving the coin behind and taking the tooth along with them.
One had flown into the room of a pair of twins, hovering over their heads for a second before ducking under one of their pillows, quickly grabbing onto the tooth that was there and untying the coin from about their waist to leave for them, then making their way out of the pillow, when they froze, seeing the woman standing there, staring straight at her. This was not good. Not good at all.
With a small squeak, the fairy darted out of the house, praying that the woman did not catch a very good glimpse of her. Maybe she would just think that she was seeing things! Brush her off as a trick of the mind. Putting her internal panic to rest, she continued back to the Tooth Palace, a proud look on her face from all the work that she had completed just that night.
Once she had gotten back to Punjam Hy Loo, flying in with the rest of her fellow fairies who had just came back from collecting teeth, as well, she quickly made for the tiny vault that contained the box of teeth from the child she had collected from, storing the tooth away, then flying to the central hub of the palace, where their leader resided.
Toothiana was currently giving orders to her fairies, telling them of where they needed to collect from, darting from left to right to talk individually with a few. Things were slowing down for her for the night, most of the teeth having already been brought back that night, though, still, all of them having a lot of work that needed to be completed at this moment. But, collecting all of these teeth always made the feathered woman happy.
The fairy flew up to her, chittering happily about her return, Tooth immediately turning to her with a smile. “Fantastic! You’re back!” she exclaimed, the mini of herself then beginning to talk about the events that had transpired while she had been out. “Wait. Someone spotted you?” Toothiana wore a concerned expression at that. “You have to be more careful! A small slip up like that, and we could be
She was cut off from what she was about to say, another of the small fairies buzzing towards her, chirping urgently that someone was in the palace. Tooth glanced to the other, then back to the one she had just been speaking to before finishing her sentence. “
The second fairy gestured for the queen to follow her, leading her towards where she’d spotted the person on one of the many platforms that were in the palace, both Toothiana and the first of the two fairies flying along behind her. The fairy let out a shocked squeak once she’d seen her, chittering to her leader that this was the woman that had spotted her from earlier that night.
Tooth looked at her for a second, then turning her head to look back at where the woman stood. “Uh, hello there!” she called out, before coming to land on the platform. “May I ask who you are and how you came about this place?”
Well, it certainly is nice here, Tan thought as she looked around. Not exactly what she’d call convenient for her but nice nonetheless, and the view wasn’t too bad either. The sound of a voice, quite different from the squeaky chitter that all the little bird-people made, caught Tan off guard and she spun abruptly, hands held out and poised to turn all the elements of the Earth against whoever it might be.
It turned out to be a huge bird-child. Well, it was really a bird-woman. Realising that she probably looked quite stupid for being so uncharacteristically jumpy, Tan straightened herself up and cleared her throat awkwardly.
“My apologies, you gave me a bit of a scare. My name is Tan. I discovered this place when I saw one of the bird-children crawl out from under the pillow of my friend’s son with a tooth in hand. I was naturally curious and followed her here,” she answered, “Am I right to assume you are a superior member of this establishment?”
IMPORTANT FOR ALL MY FOLLOWERS
YOUR HEALTH IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN OUR THREAD
If you are not feeling up to RP, please don’t feel bad about putting it on hold. I’d rather you get better and enjoy roleplaying, than feel like you HAVE to give me a response.
I love you all. Please take care of yourselves.
Feathers and Fur
ask-the-tooth-fairy started following you
Tan had snuck into Kairo’s house once again. It was a creepy and stalker-ish thing to do, but she could hardly bare to be away from her good friend for so long. Guilt often plagued her mind when it came to her friend and somehow in visiting her and seeing that she was doing alright settled her heart a little. At least I haven’t completely fucked her over, she’d always think to herself by the time she decided her visit was over. It was already well past midnight and Kairo had long gone to sleep, as well as her two small children. The twins slept in a room apart from their mother, something that Tan realised must have only happened recently for the last time she’d visited was only a few months prior to that particular night and the children had slept alongside their mother.
As she opened the door to the children’s room, she was met by the most curious sight. A tiny feathered creature, resembling that of a cross between a human child crossed with a green hummingbird wriggled its way out from under one of the twins’ pillows with a shiny white tooth in its tiny hands. It made a tiny panicked squeak when it spotted Tan staring right at it and zipped right out the open window. The fox-woman was shocked stupid for a moment, but regained her composure almost immediately and jumped out the window after the tiny thing. Ripping out a large metal cube from her pocket, she shifted it into the shape of a disk under her feet and gave chase. For quite some time, she tracked the hummingbird-humanoid, loosing him (her? it?) two or three times along the way before eventually finding herself at a huge palace, hidden deep within the mountainous area.
What struck her, however, was the fact that there were thousands, if not millions, of the tiny human-bird-things simply streaming in from every direction. So shocked that she was, in fact, that she momentarily forgot the physics of flying on a disk and stopped herself short, the inertia of the flight throwing her off the platform. She let out a surprised yelp as she began to free fall into the forest below, barely saving herself only meters above the ground by creating a sudden expansion of air and cushioning herself on the shockwave that it produced. Not that it helped all that much since she hit the rough ground with a considerably loud thump. Her platform landed soon beside her, spearing into the ground and nearly cutting off her arm had it landed only a few inches further down.
With a grunt and a huff, she yanked her deformed disk out of the ground and straightened the metal before getting herself back on and flying towards the mountain palace of the curious bird-children. She was hardly dressed appropriately to be visiting any kind of palace, her black jeans, black low collared shirt and black blazer were all smudged with dirt and she suspected her blazer had torn somewhere, but she was here already and her foxy curiosity simply could not resist. As she came to land on one of the platforms of the castle-like structure, she straightened her clothes and made a half-hearted attempt to brush the dirt off her clothes. Who cares about presentation, she ended up telling herself, let’s see what’s going on here.
Fili cringed. “Sorry, m’lady…”
“Well… there isn’t really anything to be sorry about. I’m just.. That was highly unexpected,” the fox-woman fought to string together a proper sentence through her confusion, although, after a moment she let out an amused laugh.