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Robin Goodfellow has thoughs on what his mun thinks about him
Dearest, sweetest and most darling Mun,
I know I frustrate you. Or rather, that you frustrate yourself using me as a medium since you're the one who created me.
I know that I am at this point very far removed from what I was originally intended to be, and I know that while some might call that character development you will se it as a failure, because that's what you do.
You feel like I have no consistent personality and like you have adapted me and my reactions too much to your own whims, and it doesn't seem to matter how many times people tell you that they disagree. You are unhappy with the backstory you cooked up for me at the drop of a hat and on impulse, but you really ought to stop beating yourself up over it at some point since no one is really complaining but you and you're dealing with far worse backstory problems with some of your other muses. At least mine you could rewrite if you really wanted to. I am yours to do with as you please, which is a bit more than what could be said about most of the others you've been active with lately.
The feeling of aimlessness you have, however, is one I do share, but would it really be so hard to come up with a plotline or something to do? If you truly think so, I must begin to question why I'm still here. Me having relationship issues is hardly going to be satisfactory for anyone in the long run and I have probably begun to bore people rather badly already.
Most absurd of all your complaints, however, must be the one where you worry that I'm boring in bed. First off it's not really a concern in most of my interactions with people, nor do I want it to be, and secondly you do recall that I have a lover, right? Don't think that would have come about had your representation of me in, shall we call it carnal situations? been less than pleasing. I can see why I worry about it, because it's in my bloody nature to do so, but why you do is completely beyond me. Well, since I am rather intimately familiar with you I know the reasoning behind it, but that doesn't mean I think it makes even the slightest amount of sense.
Add to these more specific concerns all of your general hang-ups about your writing and it doesn't really paint a very pretty picture.
So why am I bringing all of this up? Because we have gotten stuck in a rut, my dear, and either you find a way to get us out of it or you let me retire.
I think that just about sums it up. You take care, now.
I know I frustrate you. Or rather, that you frustrate yourself using me as a medium since you're the one who created me.
I know that I am at this point very far removed from what I was originally intended to be, and I know that while some might call that character development you will se it as a failure, because that's what you do.
You feel like I have no consistent personality and like you have adapted me and my reactions too much to your own whims, and it doesn't seem to matter how many times people tell you that they disagree. You are unhappy with the backstory you cooked up for me at the drop of a hat and on impulse, but you really ought to stop beating yourself up over it at some point since no one is really complaining but you and you're dealing with far worse backstory problems with some of your other muses. At least mine you could rewrite if you really wanted to. I am yours to do with as you please, which is a bit more than what could be said about most of the others you've been active with lately.
The feeling of aimlessness you have, however, is one I do share, but would it really be so hard to come up with a plotline or something to do? If you truly think so, I must begin to question why I'm still here. Me having relationship issues is hardly going to be satisfactory for anyone in the long run and I have probably begun to bore people rather badly already.
Most absurd of all your complaints, however, must be the one where you worry that I'm boring in bed. First off it's not really a concern in most of my interactions with people, nor do I want it to be, and secondly you do recall that I have a lover, right? Don't think that would have come about had your representation of me in, shall we call it carnal situations? been less than pleasing. I can see why I worry about it, because it's in my bloody nature to do so, but why you do is completely beyond me. Well, since I am rather intimately familiar with you I know the reasoning behind it, but that doesn't mean I think it makes even the slightest amount of sense.
Add to these more specific concerns all of your general hang-ups about your writing and it doesn't really paint a very pretty picture.
So why am I bringing all of this up? Because we have gotten stuck in a rut, my dear, and either you find a way to get us out of it or you let me retire.
I think that just about sums it up. You take care, now.
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Much as I hate to say it my asshole father may have a point about that one, yes.
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[ Ahahaha yeah no. ]
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[ How could you ever blame this face for anything?
Well, it's probably quite easy since he can look quite blameable when he wants to, but anyway. ]
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I could hardly blame you for anything.
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[ Yeah, he's an asshole. Look at that smile, it's irreverent and smug and not even a little bit charming, really. ]
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[No, not charming at all. So annoying. Go away, gdi.]
Abusing your insight into my flawed character.