Something concerns me that is STILL be prevalent in the rp community:
Pressuring your partner to reply to rps and asks repeatedly, and without end.
It’s one thing to poke your partner once a week, but if you are making them DREAD their blog to where they disappear for days to avoid confrontation, you are making your own hell. Reminding them all day long, or even multiple times a week, is BAD FORM.
The only exception: Your partner as explicitly stated openly: “Please remind me today again,” or “Please poke me until I do it.” or “I need to be told at least X times before I can focus.”
However, If you’re using guilt trips, Passive-Agressive/ Aggressive tactics, to remind them, that still counts as harassment (IE:)
“Well I guess my thread isn’t good enough.”
“I know, my muse/thread/au is boring, huh? “
“I just thought you keep forgetting about me, you seem to answer X a lot.”
“Why do you answer everyone but me?”
“Oh. I’m sorry I bothered you….” *waits a moment, then comes back* “So are you going to do our thread or not???”
You insta-publish your reply when they finally answer, and then immediately poke them to answer it as fast as you, because you want to keep going, ignoring their needs.
You bombard them with messages over and over with no end.
You BEG.
You threaten them in any way.
You vague about “being bored” or how you’re “waiting for replies.”
These are just SOME examples of pressuring someone. If someone isn’t replying to your thread or muse, they could have a LOT going on! Maybe their muse doesn’t work right now for your muse, maybe they are stressed, doing multiple tasks, maybe they feel 1-3 threads hardcore right now, and it’s nothing personal. Muses like who they like. If someone has multiple muses, chances are one muse is being “louder” somewhere else over the one you play with.
See, if you PUSH someone too hard they will lose ALL motivation for you to begin with, and thus never want to rp with you. You may have even demotivated them from rp entirely; something they love to do. I know everyone says: “But I’d want someone to tell me they are bothered by me” No, you don’t. Anytime anyone has done this, it was met with drama. So most people would rather shrink away and avoid confrontation. And if you are being AGGRESSIVE asking for interaction all the time, you’ve shown them that you are agressive all over, and may retaliate. Own your behavior!!!
We all get excited about threads, ships, verses, other muses, etc. But everyone’s mood is not always in alignment with yours, that’s why we have multiple partners and try to get other verses going. If you have multiple partners, and are getting the same reaction out of all your partners (IE: avoidance) maybe you need to look at the common denominator: you.
You need to step away, take a breather, count, whatever it takes to calm down, and think to yourself: “Is this how I would want to be treated? Would I like someone pressuring and bullying me, making me uncomfortable??”
And if you are on the receiving end of all this? Time to WARN them about your boundaries. If they don’t correct their behavior, MOVE ON and drop them as a partner. If necessary, (by degree of nastiness or threat) BLOCK THEM.
“I pledge loyalty to your son, Lady Stark. To your family.”
Rhaegar’s face covering was removed as he was taken a hold of by one of Robbs men and indigo eyes looked up the widowed lady not quite sure if now was the right time to disclose his true self to her. How long had it been since he had said his name out loud to another person? Fourteen years or had it been longer? The Targaryen couldn’t recall.
“My name is William” A fake name, one he had used far more than any other name. “Please, Lady Stark. My intentions and words are true. I wish to see the bastard lions removed from power and hung for what they have done to your family and other families now by hiding their blatant truths.”
“That is once you get back to your home.” She replied as she rubbed her hands over his arm gently, creating soothing circles on his skin. Long sleeves were usually worn by workers, but not at night. When a cool breeze could help keep them all cool. “However yes, I think my father would love the idea of there now being eight kingdoms under the rule of my king and I…though I wonder, how difficult that task will be. Especially since I know only Agrabah, and not the way of your people or the lands.”
Jasmine noticed how quick he was to pull away after she had brought up his jealousy. Her eyes closed as he once again, was not satisfied. “If you trusted me, then you would not be so quick to be upset. I am working on it, as I’ve told you again and again these last few days. The plan needs to be well thought out. We can’t act brash and without thought. If we do that, you may never see freedom, no matter your title. You may be able to return home, but I would not be able to go with you. Would you rather see your home again, but never be able to come back here? That is what will happen if we are not careful. That is why I am asking you, to give me time. I’ll…”
She flushes as she takes a deep breath. “If you promise to be a little more patient…I can allow you this much.” She slips her arms out of her robe, slowly. The fabric collecting around her waist. Her arms covering herself a little, but she stood before him. “…A little more freedom, for tonight.”
“You’ve taught me your way of life and people, even the language. I can do the same for you.” He replied back before she chastised him on his words on the speed of the freeing process. How could she not see that he trusted her but yet he was upset, upset at the very idea of there being slaves in the first place. At the idea that he couldn’t just be cut free from these imaginary binds that had labeled him a slave, though some binds had been real it still didn’t change the fact that Viserys wasn’t a slave in his mind, he wasn’t going to be allowed to break like the others around here had. He had goals and ambitions, the Targaryen was still a person in all sense of the word. His own person.
“Come with me than. We’ll run away together.” He knew saying that was another thought with no planning, rash and impulsive but he had many thoughts like that on his way to Agrabah and even now, with his love the Princess he still had thoughts of leaving. His violet eyes followed her movements as her deep breath had caught him off guard and he stared as the frabric she wore slowly dropped lower and lower. “You’re buying my time with your body?” He asked, slightly ticked off by the idea that she thought he would sit idly by and be patient if she gave him a bit more of herself to him.
Viserys stepped forward, closing in on Jasmine with a hunger that stirred in his body as his eyes locked on to the reveled skin, his hands reaching out to touch her breasts, pulling her closer to his body as his lips covered hers. Freedom. Tonight. Her words echoed in his head and Viserys explored every inch of her soft skin as he could, planting kisses everywhere and nipped at the skin near her nipples and gave a soft groan as he could feel his body getting hotter at the very thought of doing more with her and suddenly Viserys, the meek slave of Agrabah wasn’t present. Viserys Targaryen of Westeros, the Dragon came though as he kissed her lips passionately as his hands slipped past the boundaries she had made and Viserys attempted to push his body as close to hers as he could trying to make sure there was not an inch of space between them.
As he tried to push his limits with her, further and further, nipping at her nipples a bit roughly, licking them to soothe soon after. His mind getting lost in the lust and the thought of her under him was too much and the dragon wanted his freedom and like a dragon in chains he was trying to break them any way he could, even if it meant being rough and demanding despite how the chains pulled him away or in this case, pushed him away. “Do you want to wake the dragon?” He snarled as he tried to grab her before she could move away, his clothing had been halfway off in the process and his hair now a tousled mess. “You are mine and mine alone and I will have you Jasmine” A flare of anger flashed in his eyes and for a moment Viserys felt like he had back before he had married Dany off and for a small moment it felt good, it felt right. He was in control, he had power again though that feeling was short lived as he felt something hit him, and hit him harder than he would have expected from someone like Jasmine.
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Goldnwulf 