I’m only staying a little while longer to rp smellershot with zuki
But after that, i wont RP here any longer
If you want to find me, you know where to look ^^
You won’t be staying. Any threads will be completed with a different blog. With removal, none of characters in play will be allowed to reblog/interact with you unless it is privately via message. It’s stated in the rules.
Good luck in future rps. :)
But i told you in Chat that i was only staying around to finish up the thread with Zuki
could you add me back until then?
please and thanks
Pretty sure the rules are clear.
So no, and you are welcome.
As much as it pains me to make some dipshit ooc post, it appears I’ll have to.
RPers that continually hassle/harass other rpers (via bullying, bugging, etc), go out of their way to cause disruption, or consistently act out will be promptly eliminated. An rp is purely for fun. No one can have fun if someone is inciting non-plot/ic drama.
“Oh really, my dear? I seem to recall things differently. Didn’t I promise not to harm anyone if you stayed with me? And you still left. Did you not think I would love our child? I would. I would help raise them to be strong, and proud of their heritage.”
Ozai shook his head ruefully at the way Ursa appeared to be hiding behind a blanket. His wife wasn’t normally so bashful. Maybe the pregnancy hormones were getting to her? He edged closer to the fire lady. “And my kidnapping has already worked out quite well, I think. After all, now you’re here…alone…with me.”
“You think I am blind, Ozai? Or do you believe I am that stupid. You were still planning and plotting. Did you mean it then? I doubt you mean it now.” Ursa hated speaking to him like that. She adored her husband. So much words could honestly not explain it. And it killed her to be like that. As much as she wanted her happy ending, she didn’t believe it would happen.
She looked over at him, smiling faintly. “Aye. And you used poison to do it. I will assume it is not going to hurt your child. I want this over with, Ozai. I want you to stop plotting. If Azula wants to do it, let her try on her own. Leave her alone.” Ursa turned away, sighing. She pulled the blanket around her. The boat was not exactly well heated. “Kidnapping only works if you know where your target is.”
So, this is what happens when I give my RP group some badly written Zutara smut.
Ozai was shirtless meditating on the quarterdeck when the healer came to get him. Off course, he couldn’t feel his chi circulating under the sunlight as he used to. It was still nice the feel the warm sunlight on his skin though. And meditating was useful for centering his mind. He had to be sure what to say when he spoke to Ursa next. Should he be angry? Plead for her to take him back? Beg forgiveness for kidnapping her? Tie her to the bed and make love?
It was so hard to know what the right thing to do was when it came it Ursa.
“My lord…your wife has woken up and is asking after you, she’s quite distressed,” she said quietly.
Well then. That was to be expected, he had kidnapped her after all.
“I go see what she wants then.” Ozai pulled on his shirt, dismissed the woman, and headed below-deck to see his wife. He could feel her glare on him as he took a seat at the foot of her bed.
“Well…here we are again,” said Ozai quietly. He shifted to look at her. “You had promised to stay with me. Did you think I would just let you leave? With my child?” His voice ended in a whisper.
Her husband was breathtaking. She would give him that. It could drive her mad to think about it. She sat on her bed, blanket curled around her. And her arms around the slight swell of her stomach. “I promised to stay with you if you stopped his madness. You are the one who kept pursuing it.”
Ursa looked to her crown resting on the table beside the bed. “I want this child to be raised by two parents who love them. I don’t want to do this alone but I will if I must. And you kidnapping me is not going to benefit you if you do not stop this plot.” She sighed and looked away from him, hair shielding her face from his view.
Ozai had brought along the camp’s healer, the same woman who had once tended to his own wounds after the supply raid had gone awry. She had been assigned to watch over Ursa, to make sure the Fire Lady didn’t suffer any ill effects from the sedative that had been used to knock her out. The healer had missed Lady Ursa around camp; it had been nice having more women around. And Ozai had been far more pleasant with his wife around. She heard Ursa’s tears, and rushed into her room, fearing the worst.
“My lady! My lady!” she shouted. “What’s wrong? How are you feeling?”
Ursa sat up, tears still running down her face. “I want my husband brought here. Now.” She looked to the woman. “You and I will speak later.”
Doodle of my design of young Ursa.
Yes, Sam and Priscilla, I am still working on the comic. :D