I have zero tolerance for OOC drama. If you have a problem with me, you have to come off of anon and talk to me. Not my friends. Not my roleplaying partners. ME. It’s much easier to sort out the issue in private than to gossip on my dash and cause trouble for everyone else. Vagueblogging, rumors and immaturity in general will never be tolerated here, and I won’t hesitate to unfollow, block, and blacklist you if you do so. It triggers my anxiety big time.
Also, anon hate will never be tolerated here. If you have a problem with me, you’re gonna have to reveal your identity.
I will roleplay with MUTUALS ONLY. If you follow me and I don’t follow you back, don’t be offended. I want to keep a clean dash. This includes sending asks. If we’re not mutuals and you send me an ic ask, I will not answer.
Please don’t call me sempai. I find it very insulting as it implies that I am above you, which I’m not. I am neither above nor below you. I am a person, just like you. If you’re gonna follow me, I’m going to ask that you respect that.
IC ≠ OOC
People I am friends with OOC may not be friends with my muse and vice versa.
I am responsible for Sokka's actions, but his morals are different from mine. Do not treat us as the same person.
Roleplaying and Interactions.
This blog’s default verse is post-series. However, I will gladly RP in other timelines and verses.
No godmodding/metagaming. Seriously, don’t do it. That shit ain’t cool.
Potential relationships, plots and OOC discomforts will be discussed with me.
Don’t be afraid to approach me if we’re in a mutual! Wanna send me a random starter? Go for it. Wanna tag me in something? Please do! If you want to talk to me ooc, tell me! These rules might make me sound harsh, but I’m friendly and always willing to start threads with new people.
I will happily accept constructive criticism about the way I portray my muse as well as my writing in general. Just give it to me politely.
Real life is more important than roleplaying. I am a busy college student with a workload the size of Mount Everest. So if I take a break, you’re going to have to respect that. That said, I am also lazy, forgetful, and a perfectionist. But I will get around to your reply eventually.
Do NOT badger me for a reply. Give me at least 3 days before sending me a gentle reminder. After that, keep the reminders to a minimum. If you guilt me into responding before I’m ready, I will immediately drop the thread.
If you want to get my attention, I track the tag anomaliies.
My ooc tag is ╳ BOOMERANG. in case you don’t want to see my ooc shenanigans.
I am open to script, paragraph and multiparagraph styles of writing. Novella is still in the works.
I am open to OC interactions, provided that they are well developed and interesting. I don’t want to deal with Mary Sues/Gary Stus.
I will interact with people from other fandoms I am familiar with. If I don’t know your fandom, I won’t follow you.
I am very picky about following back alternates/duplicates of my character. I am not trying to be mean or condescending, but I don’t really like to talk to duplicates of my character for two reasons: 1) I may get insecure about my portrayal and 2) there’s not much we can do with two of the same muse aside from the whole “Oh hey, you’re me,” stuff. There are some people who can pull it off, but I’m not one of them.
Shipping and NSFW
I am currently 20 years old, while my muse’s age ranges from 12-18 depending on the universe he’s in. US law prohibits any sexual activity with a minor (that is, anyone under the age of 18), including sexually explicit roleplays. I will not write NSFW threads unless the mun and the muse are at or above the age of consent. Fade to black scenarios are permitted, however. Otherwise, smut is welcome on my blog and put under a read-more as well as the tag nsfw ///.
Shipping is based solely on chemistry. That is, if you feel that our characters interact well, send me an ask. Who knows? I might feel the same way. But if I disagree with you, you’re gonna have to respect that. Force a ship on me and I will automatically unfollow you.
There will be NO Sokka/Katara of any form on this blog.
Tagging/Triggers
Triggers on this blog may include blood, gore, violence, mentions of the supernatural, and possible verbal and emotional abuse. They will all be tagged accordingly. If you ever need something tagged, don’t hesitate to tell me.
That said, please tag the following: spiders, animal abuse, anti Semitism, emetophobia/emetophilia, vore, rape, incest, dubcon, pedophilia, eye gore, suicide, and car accidents. If you don’t, I will unfollow you immediately.
Tag your OOC negativity.Please. I understand that people have their off days, but coming onto a dash full of negativity and drama makes me seriously uncomfortable. If you have to vent, please tag it as negative //. If you don’t do it once, I will ask you politely to tag it. The next time, I will unfollow you.
I’m going to be very picky about tagging ships. If the ship legitimately triggers you, I will tag it. Otherwise, I will not do it. It makes roleplaying more tedious both for myself and my partner.
Graphics
Do NOT steal my graphics.That includes my theme graphic, my icons, promo banners, etc. I put hours and hours of work into making this blog look good, so stealing my stuff is not cool. Trust me, I will know.
If you win a graphic (theme, promo, etc.), please use it. I put a TON of effort into my graphics, and it really hurts me when no one uses my giveaway prizes. If you don’t like a prize, tell me and I will make you a new one as soon as I can.
Personal blogs should not EVER reblog my promotion banners. Promotion banners are to attract the attention of potential followers/roleplaying partners. They’re supposed to tell everyone who you’re roleplaying and in some cases, give a snapshot of what you’ll see in the blog’s content. If you rp on a sideblog, reblog the promo banner on there, not your main.
Do not ask me questions about graphics and coding. I am a roleplaying blog, not a resource. Any questions pertaining to these two subjects will automatically be deleted.
Last words.
Please trim your posts. Untrimmed posts clutter up my dash and are a pain to scroll through. There are guides on how to do that both on the computer and on mobile. It’s easy and it takes literally five seconds. If I see an RP going over 4 lines, I will immediately unfollow you.
Do not reblog asks. I usually like to start threads via ask memes, but I cannot stand how reblogged asks look on my dash. Instead, copy and paste my answer into a new post and then type out your reply. Then we’ll have a nice, clean thread.
These rules will be updated as I see fit.
There. Now you’re done! If you’ve read these rules through to the end, send me “water tribe!” so I’ll know. I know it’s a lot and I may sound like a dragon lady, but I’m actually a really nice person. I promise.
Q: Hey, can we roleplay? A: Sure, but only if we are mutually following each other. That is, I must be following you, and you must be following me back.
Q: Nina, why haven’t you followed me back? A: There are many reasons why:
The notification got lost. (This is the main reason.)
I don’t think that your portrayal is up to my standards.
I don’t know your fandom/character well enough.
Your blog is clogged up with ooc.
I heard that you said something about my friends or stirred up drama.
I want to keep a clean dash.
Q: Okay, but do you make any exceptions? A: Absolutely not. I am aware that some people are interested in plotting with me, but I do not accept any roleplay requests from anyone who is a non-mutual. I reserve the right to decline a roleplay request at any time, and I ask that you respect that.
Q: Can I send memes if we are not mutuals? A: If it’s an ic meme, no. Sending ic asks counts as interacting with my muse, which is not allowed for non-mutuals. However, you are free to send me ooc memes!
Q: Why haven’t you responded to our thread? A: I’m really slow. I am very busy with university and real life obligations, which are extremely exhausting. This can drain my muse for a thread, especially if it’s a long multi-para. I might also get distracted by other things, such as other threads, answering asks, talking to friends, etc. I will get to our thread when I feel that I am ready. You are free to send me a reminder, but badgering me constantly will never be tolerated here.
Q: That theme/promo banner/icon is so pretty! Can I have it? A: No. I have disabled the right click shortcut for a reason. The graphics do make my blog look nice, but they serve another purpose: I’ll be able to tell who’s been stealing my stuff. Trust me, I will know. And if I catch you stealing any of my things, I will immediately blog and report you. No exceptions.
Q: Can you make me a theme/promo banner/icon(s)? A: I am a roleplay blog, not a resource. Mutuals are free to send me requests for graphics, and I may post the occasional tutorial. If anything, most of my graphics will be given out to close friends or giveaway winners.
It was boredom that led him to go
to the human’s side. After eating a
decent amount of leafy vegetables
and fruits he wanted to walk around.
A soft yawn emits from the bison’s
lips as he slowly drops his body and
stretches the front pair of legs straight.
With the faint pat on his head, he licks
the human happily. Looking back at the
piece of paper on the wooden table, he
just blinks slowly and tries to understand
what it is. He didn’t get it at all so he makes
a noise, a confused noise. he was curious
and he wanted to know the meaning of the
things written on it.
He chuckled as the bison’s tongue ran up his body. He internally cringed at the sight of saliva dripping off of his tunic, but he’d gotten more used to the licking sensation over the past few months. “Hey, easy with the licking, buddy. I stole this baby from that spirit library, so I don’t want it to get ruined by bison saliva.” Leaning back against the creature, he turned back to the parchment. Once again, his finger meandered all across the page, searching for that perfect––
Oh, now what? He raised an eyebrow at the bison, only to see that his head was tilted in confusion. Ooooooooh. Duh Sokka, bison can’t read. “You don’t know what this is, huh? Alright, I’ll tell ya.”
He unrolled the map completely and spread it out on the table. “Okay, this thing is called a map. Basically, it shows you how the land is laid out. This one is a map of the Earth Kingdom, which is where we are now. It takes a bit of practice to read, but once you get the hang of it, you can find out not only where you are, but also to get from Point A to Point B. It’s how I managed to get all of us out here, since well, I’m the best navigator here.” Very mature of you, Sokka. Stop bragging and keep explaining.
A calloused finger landed on the parchment and began tracing one of the roads. “Now these little lines you were staring at are the roads. And these––” he pointed to the multitude of jagged lines in the northwest corner, “––are mountains. And these open spaces that aren’t colored in––” he indicated them accordingly, “That’s the ocean. Now you see these three big circles right here? That’s Ba Sing Se, which is where we’re going. The circles are supposed to indicate the three huge walls that surround the city. Does this make any sense to you or…?”
He walks to the male’s side. Brown hues
look at the piece of paper that the human
was looking at. ( What is that? )
It had to be here somewhere… All day long, Sokka had been searching for a good route to Ba Sing Se. Roughened fingers ran over the parchment as he tried to turn the twisting roads into a clear, direct passage in his mind. But it looked like the only way was to go over the Serpent’s Pass, which was rumored to be the most dangerous trail in the entire Kingdom. He knew that there was always Appa, but he heard that there was a lot of Fire Nation ships circling the ocean. The last thing he wanted was to dodge more fiery projectiles.
His finger stopped on the Omashu region when he could feel something breathing down his neck. The rush of air was far too powerful for any human (well, except for Aang, but that was a different story), and it was accompanied by an animalistic grunt. He turned around and…
Oh speak of the devil! The bison was right behind him, those inquisitive dark eyes staring at the ancient map. The warrior’s lips curled up into a little smile, arching a dark eyebrow at the beast. “Oh hey Appa!” he said, patting the beast’s forehead. “Whatcha doing there, buddy? Tryin’ to read this old thing?”
I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.
Sokka trudged across the campground, eyes fixed upon the ground. This was bad… No, strike that. This was really bad. The invasion was tomorrow, and he didn’t feel ready in the slightest. Not because he didn’t have a clear strategy. Oh no, he had meticulously planned out every detail. But how the hell was he going to show off his hard work to his father’s army? He had never spoken in public before, so it was possible that he was going to mess up. Argh, he could just envision everyone laughing at him as he tripped on his words! Stupid leadership responsibilities… Why him?!
He glanced up and who did he see but Appa, who was lazily munching on some grass while looking out into the sunset. “Oh hey, Appa,” he grumbled, waving weakly to the beast. “Just havin’ some dinner, huh?” A smile flickered across his lips before fading away as quickly as it came. “Must be a simple life, being a sky bison. Just shuttle us from place to place, keep us away from Fire Nation projectiles, munch on grass…then the cycle starts all over again. You don’t have to worry about anything except for keeping us safe”
A sigh slipped from the warrior’s lips as he slumped against the creature’s shoulder. “But me… I gotta present my plans to everyone tomorrow! They’re all counting on me, but I don’t think I can pull this off. What if I mess up?! Then no one’s gonna know where to go and we’ll blow the invasion! It’ll all be my fault…”
He leaned back, letting his head sink into the coarse snowy fur. “I don’t know what to do, Appa. I can’t mess this up in front of Aang, Katara, or even… Dad. Who knows what they’ll think of me if I mess up…”
