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Have portfolio reviews coming up so I’ve been preparing. I’m gonna be on Semi-Hiatus until they are all over.
I owe replies to:
I owe starters to:
I will get to reply and write starters when I get back on.
It had been so long that Marceline had forgotten that the timer was still on her wrist until the former looked down at his.
"Hm, guess that means I’m stuck with you" The vampire teased lightly as she smirked.
I’m wearing a shirt that reads “Kill Me”.
If you saw me at a party or on the street would you promptly murder me?
What about if I had a few drinks? What if I was walking alone at night?
I’m guessing that you wouldn’t if you’re a sane individual.
The cops wouldn’t overlook your crime because of what I’m wearing because that’s silly. I wasn’t literally asking for you to kill me based on my choice of clothing. Who would take that defense seriously?
My friends wouldn’t blame me for being murdered and my killer would be behind bars almost instantly.
So, why is it okay to rape someone because they’re wearing revealing clothes? Why does THEIR choice of clothing excuse THEIR attacker?
It doesn’t. You’re silly if you think otherwise.
The less guilt on the attacker. The more guilt on victim.
Stop. Victim. Blaming.
Reblogging this again because it’s perfect.
I fucking love you.
Just because I roleplay with others who portray the same character as you does not mean that I value you any less!
If you RP a canon character, there will be a lot of blogs with your same character, and each of them will portray that character a bit differently. Most indie blogs are multi-verse and multi-ship. There is no need to feel jealous or “replaced” when you see your partner interacting with a different blog that portrays your character.
I dont just do this with people I know. I try to help everyone
| ♥ | Bonnibel nodded slowly as she listened to the vamp. She laughed an nodded once rearranging the furniture had been mentioned.
"Oh yeah, you really set her off." Peebs snickered.
Then again, it would probably upset any sane being if all of their furnishings were thrown into a pile and then used as a make-shift throne.
She leaned her elbow onto the table, resting her head on the ball she made with her fist.
The princess’s eyes fell, cascading across the candied wood of the dining table. She nodded, wondering if the day would ever come that the little blue silhouette would work up enough courage and wander from the dark depths up into the current kingdom. When she thought about it, Priscilla did seem unnerved.
"I hope she does…"
Not only would that be a large contribution to her ghost-science research, which she had to put off due to lack of subjects she could observe, but she also kinda liked the girl.
The princess quickly nodded lifting her head from her balled fist, and letting her elbow drop from the table. Seeing that ghost pass was like nothing she had ever witnessed.
"I’m happy that we helped him. No wonder there were so many shrieks. That ghost probably got so used to it all being quiet overhead and then once we showed up and didn’t even come down to him…."
Sugared shoulders were lifted in the dropped in a shrug.
"Yeah, that must be why so many hang around here."
PB paused, thinking, her brows furrowing as she did so.
"I don’t know, but anything is better than being chained to a wall like that…. Maybe they move on to another life?"
She hm’d wondering how long that poor guy must’ve been there. Bonnibel lightly tapped her bottom lip while continuing on.
"I wonder what he did and who he PO’d enough to be put there…."
"He didn’t stick around to say anything," Marceline shrugged, "It was probably a long time ago. Maybe he doesn’t remember?"
Marceline leaned back and looked at the ceiling for a moment. “If he’s been there a while, maybe he forgot what he was even there for. It could happen I guess.”
"You know, it probably would depend on when he was locked up. History’s pretty weird like that. He could have been locked up for anything from murder to looking at someone’s woman the wrong way." Marceline rested her hands behind her head as she leaned back. "I wouldn’t worry too much about it. I’m sure it wasn’t anything too bad I mean he was crying like crazy when we found him."
The undead poodle had jumped up on the chair, sitting on his owners lap as the former talked, since they were done eating the pooch decided now he was allowed to sit up on the chair with his master.
"Don’t worry too much about it Bon, you’ll start to get wrinkles and your hair will turn gray." Marceline thought for a moment, "That happens to candy folk right?"
Marceline shrugged lightly, “Anyway, it’s all ancient history. At least everyones happy and where they belong.”