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There is no shame in catching feelings through roleplay.

When we write with someone… really write… we build something together. It’s not just dialogue or story progression. It’s attention. Rhythm. Choice. We respond to each other in ways that can feel charged, intimate, meaningful. So if someone finds themselves moved, even emotionally attached, I don’t think that to be so strange. I think it’s a sign that something was working… that presence was being felt.

As for me, I don’t mind feeling. I don’t fear it. I don’t expect anything to come of it either. I have a life beyond the screen (I’m married, I’m grounded) but I also know what it means to be affected.

Every scene I write is crafted intentionally. I’m not casual with attention. I engage with presence, for that moment, with care for the person on the other side. Whether it’s light or layered, playful or aching, I try to meet the scene with my full attention. Because that’s what makes it meaningful... not what comes after, but what we make of this.

The RP space is its own liminal reality. Some moments matter only within it. and that’s enough. If someone falls for a character I play, or the voice I bring to a scene, I’ll hold that with care. And if I am the one feeling something in return, I’ll honor it… without needing it to become something more.

But I won’t pretend I don’t long. I do.

I long to be seen, not just skimmed past. I don’t need to be anyone’s only, but I want to be noticed like I could be. I ache for presence, not permanence. I can handle silence, distance, even detachment… but not indifference. Not disappearing without a word.

So yes, I may get attached. I may miss someone. I may ache when the writing stops. But I won’t break. And I won’t ask for more than what was offered.

Some feelings belong exactly where they happened, in the space where they were made. That doesn’t make them small. It makes them free to be felt honestly.

And sometimes, yes, that’s enough.

But sometimes… something more is possible, too.

A name given. A thread returned to. A roleplay that stretches past its first breath and chooses to stay a little longer. I don’t expect that. But I leave space for it.

Because even when something begins as a moment, it doesn’t mean it has to end there.

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