I’m so tired but I wrote like five three different rants before deciding not to post it so

most of the replies should be up by tomorrow~

Oh, and in case anyone’s wondering:

I’ve been roleplaying for nearly eight years. I did script when I was in fourth grade, so it technically doesn’t count to me as when I started roleplaying. This is my craft, this is my art form; writing.

I take what I write very seriously, and how prideful I am is well, and how proud of myself I am is justified. Completely.

I fought with roleplays when I was in eighth grade; it’s called T-1, and it used a lot of science and physics. I roleplayed bloody battles, torture practices, and conquered five groups within a grand total of two years. I dabbled in mercenary work, and none of that -kills u- type shit. I described at detail what arteries my blade severed, what I had done to dispose of “the body” and destroy the evidence.

I described—to a near /science/—how my character used and produced electricity from her own body. I fought with roleplayers whose work make para look like child’s play, and won. I had armies under my wing with that character, I had legions of warriors, and three children, as well as a husband. This husband I had managed to win over by beating him in wit, as well as in prowess—he was a prince of a king that pieced together borrowed concepts from anime and manga alike, I easily defeated his wit; all borrowed and copy and pasted work and ideas, I hadn’t learned this until I made my own legends and mythology, with detail that I spent nearly a year making.

My writing is what got me ahead of others in school. I had a post high school writing level by the time I started eighth grade.

I’ve roleplayed death, I’ve roleplayed birth, I’ve roleplayed interstellar ruin, using sometimes molecular science and anthropology to trigger my inspiration and creativity. Not to borrow from, to draw inspiration from.

So it’s fair to say someone, or some people hit me where I /will not whatsoever/ tolerate: my pride.

I am proud of one thing: my craft. I spent so much time and effort getting at the writing level I am today, and I’m not saying I’m better than anyone, oh sweet Jesus no; I’m saying I’m better than, and so /fucking above/, stealing someone else’s idea.

I don’t need anyone’s idea. I don’t do basic, elementary shit like that, because I don’t need it. I didn’t need the bells and whistles of being married into a rp empire, no; I had my own empire. I /have/ my own empire.

This whole shituation made visiting my fucking grandpa, who is dying of stage IV lung cancer, more stressful on my body than it had to be. I broke out in hives midway through the trip. I p much just turned into Chaz Finster, Chuckies dad from the rugrats show, lol.

Treat me with respect, and you’re a pretty swell person. Even if we disagree, I’d probably still like you after we talked bc you talked to me nicely/treated me nicely. Like “ugh she’s so hella like look at her in p sure she was angry but she wasn’t an asshole she knows how to act ye”

However, I’m a nice person. I don’t like being frustrated, because it physically pains me. I haven’t slept well for the past three days, so. None of which is anyone’s fault, actually. Just stressed from seeing my grandpa.

I’m an understanding person. I’m not arrogant, nor am I ignorant. Do not mistake my niceness for permission to shit all over me.

but really mun is p much just a cuddly bab who likes cuddles and love but I’d s shy lil lassie so ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ