((This blog is officially on hiatus.))

((I’m really sad that I have to do this, but I really am overwhelmed with the amount of projects/hobbies I’ve got going on. I need to focus my efforts and having this blog in a grey area of ”kinda sorta updating sometimes” is just one more thing cluttering my mind.

But if you guys have an RP that you’re doing that you want to play out until the end/continue, send me a message! I would be willing to do one-on-one over skype or over tumblr private message on my main blog. The main problem I have is having this blog in the grey area, like I said.

So yeah. Hiatus. :(

I still love you guys and I loved writing with you guys!

This hiatus is just going to help me focus on what I want to do most with my time for the time being.))

((OOC: Darn it, I wanted to get more replies done today, but I am utterly pooped… I’ll try and get to them tomorrow! Sorry guys, I’m really on/off with replies lately.))

A message from Anonymous
"Professor," he gently bowed to the man when getting into the line of the magnifying glasses "I have come here to ask for your help." - everyleafmanfalls

everyleafmanfalls:

ihurtmyelbow:

The Professor had been working, taking notes on an older drawing in his sketchbook on what MK had said needed changing. He was so wrapped up in his work that he hadn’t noticed he’d gotten a visitor.
He jumped a bit in surprise when he heard a familiar voice to his right and a yelp escaped his lips before he could stop it.
"Oh! I— Oh. Ronin?" He adjusted his glasses, peering at the Leafman curiously.

Bomba got to his feet and leaned on the table, adjusting the magnifying glass strapped to the table. He cleared his throat a bit nervously and offered an equally nervous smile. He still wasn’t used to this whole Jinn-willingy-talking-to-him thing!

"General! Hello! How are you? What— Um, what brings you my, er, humble abode?" He gestured vaguely around them to signify the house.

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He tapped his feet against the strange surface of the wooden table in a stable rhythm as the slow stream of words clumsy left the professors lips. There was something strangely endearing about it, like watching a young dear taking it’s first unsure steps into the forest. Maybe that was one of the reason Ronin didn’t mind going out of his way to meet the man.

"I have come here to ask for your help." he repeated matter-of-factly, lowering his eyes for a moment, as if the general was afraid to admit he needed help "The leafmen only let you find what we wanted you to find, but the Boggans on the other hand…" he leaned against the rug of a big object, something that seemed to contain many layers of scrolls "They might have been sloppier than us. I need… I mean… We need everything you might have found out about them.”

The Professor’s excited expression faded to one more serious as he realized Ronin was here with a rather important matter.

"Ah." He said yet again in a more pensive tone, nodding in understanding. He straightened up a bit and looked thoughtful, rubbing his hands together in force of habit.

It made sense, really. The Boggans and the Leafmen were in the middle of a centuries-old war and if Ronin could get any information about their enemies - as their leader - he would do what he could to get that tactical advantage.

"Yeah, I’ve got just the thing!" He replied finally. He put up a finger as a sign to wait as he went to the far side of his desk, searching through the piles of papers and stacks of books to try and find what he was looking for.

"I put all of the stuff I could decipher as strictly ‘Boggan’ in a series of notebooks over here to try and organize Leafman versus Boggan…" He glanced up with a wry smile. "Although I don’t think you can call any of this ‘organized’."

He pushed his glasses up his nose and went up on tiptoe to reach for something on the far side of the desk just out of reach, his voice taking on a slightly strained tone as he babbled on.

"Y’know, if it wasn’t for what happened during the Summer Solstice to MK, I wouldn’t have even known there was a real difference between the Jinn and the Boggans! I-I mean, I knew there was a difference, of course, I’m not totally oblivious… And I knew there was some sort of fighting going on, but I didn’t realize just how different the cores of your very cultures are!”

He sighed as he retrieved a thick notebook binder, the pages thoroughly tagged with sticky notes, bookmarks and loose pages from other notebooks.

He shrugged and waved a hand dismissively, glancing down at the Leafman General as he leafed through the notebook.
"It’s really fascinating how the two groups are so different and yet, so similar!"

((OOC: By the way, if I haven’t replied in a while, shoot me a note! My short hiatuses often get me a bit disorganized ^^; Sorry in advance!))

Tenfold Shields || (Closed rp with torn-by-dreams)

torn-by-dreams:

ihurtmyelbow:


He swore under his breath as he got a proper look at the creature, his eyes wide and his mouth falling agape in awe. It was almost too much to believe! He’d seen mythical creatures before, but nothing like this…

In his excitement, he’d forgotten to keep himself hidden behind the tree, and the dragon’s yellow eyes locked on his, the beast tensing visibly as it assessed any danger he might pose.

The dragon growled and began to writhe against it’s bonds once more. Bomba felt incredibly guilty now… Sure, he’d gotten a proper look at it now… But it wasn’t fair for any animal to be trapped.

The Professor found himself doing something incredibly stupid. He put his hands where the beast could see them and he took a tentative step closer. Everything inside him was screaming for him to run, to get to safety, but he couldn’t just leave this poor thing like this…

"Hey. Easy, there. Easy…" He spoke soothingly, keeping his voice even in spite of his heart pounding in fear. He took another step closer, looking the black creature over and breathing out a shaky breath. This was possibly the dumbest thing he’d ever done. But if he could get close enough, maybe he could help untangle it…

"It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you."

Pitch’s nostrils flared, expelling great breaths -breaths so hot they made the air shimmer, as it did over the flames of a bonfire- and twitched his tail in agitation. It thumped like a python repeatedly hitting the forest floor. It was all useless. The curious man still approached, though he looked ready to soil himself. He even reassured Pitch! That made him laugh, the noise coming muffled from his tightly clamped jaws.

He may as well let the fool release him; it would take hours to free himself, and he would grow hungry by nightfall -and he dearly wished to show this scientist what happened when you snared a dragon.

Bomba breathed out slowly, glancing at the dragon as it made a strange low grunting noise. He gulped nervously and began to roll up his sleeves, taking another few hesitant steps forward.

"Ohhh-kay…" He muttered, scratching his head. How the hell was he going to do this?

The Professor reached slowly into his vest pocket to fish out his pocket knife, keeping his movements smooth and easy and keeping eye contact with the beast. He had no idea how intelligent dragons were… In legends, sometimes they spoke, sometimes they understood humans, other times they were just animals. He had no clue how it worked in real life, but he was praying to his lucky stars that he wasn’t letting loose a creature that would kill him without hesitation.

He had a few things for protection in his vest, but with those scales, his chances were slim to actually fend it off.

Still, he couldn’t leave it here. And there was something in it’s golden eyes that seemed… Knowledgeable. Understanding.

"Okay." He said again keeping his tone as calming as he could manage, rubbing his nose nervously as he unfolded the knife. He glanced at the dragon again and approached one of the beast’s wings strapped down by the tangled knot of ropes.

"Here we go. I’m gonna get you loose, alright?" He assured, half to himself, half to the dragon. His shaky hands reached out to grip the ropes and started to work at the first cord.

A message from Anonymous
"Professor," he gently bowed to the man when getting into the line of the magnifying glasses "I have come here to ask for your help." - everyleafmanfalls

The Professor had been working, taking notes on an older drawing in his sketchbook on what MK had said needed changing. He was so wrapped up in his work that he hadn’t noticed he’d gotten a visitor.
He jumped a bit in surprise when he heard a familiar voice to his right and a yelp escaped his lips before he could stop it.
"Oh! I— Oh. Ronin?" He adjusted his glasses, peering at the Leafman curiously.

Bomba got to his feet and leaned on the table, adjusting the magnifying glass strapped to the table. He cleared his throat a bit nervously and offered an equally nervous smile. He still wasn’t used to this whole Jinn-willingy-talking-to-him thing!

"General! Hello! How are you? What— Um, what brings you my, er, humble abode?" He gestured vaguely around them to signify the house.

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tinyxnature:

independent MK blog
multifandom and oc friendly
any style of rp is welcome!
some pages are still under construction
brand new muse!
home || rules || ask

tinyxnature:

  • independent MK blog
  • multifandom and oc friendly
  • any style of rp is welcome!
  • some pages are still under construction
  • brand new muse!

home || rules || ask

((OOC: Hello guys! Poppin’ in to apologize for my sudden disappearance. FINALLY got college in order and it’s starting next week. Which could mean one of two things— One, I don’t have a lot of time to RP at all. Or two, I have my laptop with me between classes and I’ll actually be able to RP more often!

But anyway, I wanna thank everyone for being patient and awesome! C:

Online all night tonight too!))

Midnight

annamore-the-cupid:

ihurtmyelbow:

He grinned as she asked if they could do this again and he leaned forward slightly in his excitement.

"Yes! Yes, of course we can! I mean, I’m glad we’re here on New Year’s, but I think a day that’s a bit less busy and a bit less chilly would be a bit more comfortable, for both of us."

He glanced down at her hands around his own thoughtfully and glanced up a bit shyly.
"Annie, are you enjoying yourself?" He asked hopefully, looking at her over his glasses affectionately.

She smiled, then laughed cheerfully, “I’m glad. Less chilly would be wonderful, because without my…” She paused, remembering to lower her voice, “Without my magic I’d forgotten how the elements could really feel.”

Her hands squeezed his, still absorbing the heat through them, as she nodded, “I love it. This is great, being able to interact with the world again, and with you. Thank you for bringing me, love.” She met his eyes, hers lit up happily.

Bomba looked relieved when she assured him she was having a good time.

"Of course. I’m glad we’re here."

He looked as if he was about to say something, but he hesitated for a moment… He didn’t want to make her suspicious, but he had to be sure before he did anything. They’d discussed it all before, of course, but he couldn’t help but still be nervous about what he had planned for midnight, which was approaching faster than he would have liked.

"Say… Um. Annie." He began, glancing away nervously. "You… I-I mean we—?" He sighed and cleared his throat and tried again, looking at her and taking a deep breath.

"I love you, Annamore." The Professor said meaningfully. "And I want to do this again. I want us to be together, a-and if you want to be around people, I’m more than happy to show you off.

"God knows how the heck I managed to be with you, but, you know…"
He added, shrugging and smiling, trying to put a joke in so she wasn’t surprised by his sudden need to tell her how he felt.

Gosh, it was so hard to keep secrets from her! It wasn’t his strong suit, especially not something this big!

"Save yourself" - Continued

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ihurtmyelbow:

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ihurtmyelbow:

The Boggan’s fist closed around the human’s neck and Bomba found himself swung into the air again, this time the grip around his neck. And it was getting tighter. He managed one painful ragged breath before the choking hold on his neck got too tight to breathe. His eyes widened and he clawed at the Boggan’s arm as he started to panic…

The edges of his vision started to fog and his heartbeat was pounding in his ears when Raine charged, grabbing the dagger and stabbing the Boggan.

The Human was dropped again and he fell to the ground, gasping for air. He watched as, finally, the Boggan captain was felled by Raine’s blow a twisted sense of satisfaction coming over him as he watched it collapse and choke on it’s blood.

He pushed himself up, took another painful breath and looked up at Raine, a mixed expression of fear, relief and gratefulness on his bloodied features.

"Thank you…!" He rasped in a sigh, letting his head fall down in relief. "Oh, god, thank you…"

 As the life faded from the Boggan’s eyes, Raine snapped out of it and rushed to Bomba’s side, his well-being her main priority. “Bomba! Are you alright? Did he hurt you anywhere else?” She questioned, deeming the cut on his cheek minor and not a threat. She worried he was hurt somewhere else - then she realized his glasses had fallen off. Looking around, she picked them up quickly - checking to make sure they weren’t broken before handing them to the Stomper. “Here, they’re not broken,” she said, trying to muster some sort of smile. It hurt to smile. Everything hurt to be honest. Raine tried not to wince as she crouched there, but it was hard. Those kicks had done a number on her stomach despite the armor. Plus her face was a bloody mess.

"No, no, I’m alright. Just a bit shaken up." He assured her as she rushed to his side and retrieved his glasses. He took them and looked them over with a heavy sigh, putting them on again. He couldn’t believe that they’d just survived that… Perhaps he was just not used to battle, but his heart was racing and he was a little bit in shock.

He looked up at her and now that he had his glasses back, his face paled at how awful she looked. Her face was bruised and twisted in pain, her armor dented and dirty and bloody.

And she was worried about his bloody nose?!

Bomba made a quiet noise of sympathy and put his hands on her arms.
"Oh, my god…" He muttered. "You look terrible."

The Professor looked her over, expression plainly portraying his concern and anxiety about her well being. She took a hell of a beating and he was amazed she was still going. If it was him, he would have passed out a long time ago. He supposed that was why she was a soldier and he wasn’t.

He took note of where she’d gotten hit by the arrow earlier and glanced up at her, his heart pounding in residual adrenaline and in fear for his friend’s state.
"Oh, god, are you ok? No, of course you’re not ‘ok’ but…?"