((OOC: Looks like I won’t be on until probably Sunday or Monday.

I know for sure I owe sirisderp, xpaperheartso and lord-of-rotten-things…

Like if I missed you…? Heck, like if you’d like to RP period while we’re at it. I might be able to whip up some starters this weekend if anyone wants to give it a whirl!

Thanks for your patience, everyone.))

((OOC: *sweats* u-uh my crush is joking around and fake flirting and i’m just playing along and they think im playing along with it as a joke but im not really???))

((OOC: Ah, man, I’m sorry. It’s been a long and emotional day. I’m gonna crash, I think… And I know I owe people! Sorry, it’s better for me to get to things properly with a clear head tomorrow.))

A message from lord-of-rotten-things

Put a word in my ask and I’ll write a headcanon about it for my character.

((I think we all know that Bomba is a believer. He’s a man of science, but he also applies a nigh childish sense of faith and hope to everything he learns about.
This applies to his beliefs of spirituality.
He isn’t a religious man, really. But he also knows that we can never know anything for certain.

So who knows? Maybe when we die, we can go and see those who we love that we’ve lost.

At least…

He likes to think so…))

A message from Anonymous

Put a word in my ask and I’ll write a headcanon about it for my character.

((Bomba is someone who is very in tune with his emotions. And while that can be a good thing, he definitely uses it against himself.
Many a sleepless night, he’ll lie awake in bed, purposefully going through all the wrong things he’s done in his mind because he believes that he deserves to suffer for them.
Mentally punishing himself for it by recalling all the hurtful, stupid things he has said is one of the ways he can be sure that happens.))

Put one of these words in my ask and I’ll write a headcanon about it for my character(s)


requested by anonymous as a continuation of this meme.

  • Empathy
  • Justice
  • Respect
  • Age
  • Society 
  • Politics
  • Imprisonment 
  • War
  • Darkness
  • Afterlife
  • Seasons
  • Killing
  • (Chain of) Command
  • Family
  • Friendship
  • Rivalry 
  • Education 
  • Morals 
  • Religion 
  • Discipline 
  • Freedom
  • Safety 
  • Honesty
  • Hatred
  • Gain
  • Resolution
  • Holidays
  • Ghosts
  • Home
  • Gluttony
  • Addiction
  • Pride
  • Hedonism
  • Sloth
  • Tradition
  • Lust
  • Ambition
  • Celebration
  • Failure
  • Success
  • Obsession
  • Admiration
  • Punishment
  • Intimacy
  • Innocence
  • Belief
  • Sacrifice
  • Secrets
  • Introspection
  • Consequences

Sentence Starters { Protective Version }


  • "Watch out!"
  • "You could have been killed!"
  • "Run! Hurry up, go!"
  • "Save yourself, I’ll hold them back."
  • "Leave me here! Go! Hurry! I can handle it."
  • "I promise I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you."
  • "They better not have laid a damn finger on you or I’ll [insert threat]."
  • "I swear, if they so much as breathe next to you, I’ll knock them out.”
  • "I’m not leaving you here!"
  • "And let you get yourself killed?"
  • "Are you crazy?"
  • "Are you hurt anywhere?"
  • "I don’t trust him/her. They seem off."
  • "I’m saying this for your own good!"
  • "Don’t worry. I’ll protect you."
  • "I don’t want to lose you! You’re all I have left!"

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He studied her in silence for a long minute. He had to think this one through. If he was hasty, he could say something that couldn’t be taken back.

But… Realistically, who would find the name of ‘Ronin’ to be relevant if they hadn’t encountered the Jinn…? It was hardly a common name. Why else would she say it unless trying to test to see if he would recognize it?

"Ronin." Bomba repeated back hesitantly. His fingers tightened around his helmet as he tensed visibly. "You— Uh. You met General Ronin then…?" He asked, pushing up his glasses with a shaky hand.

Oh, he really hoped he was doing the right thing by pursuing this conversation… He entertained the idea of just turning and leaving before he said something stupid, but honestly, his curiosity wouldn’t let him at this point.

"Like…" He trailed off uncertainly and brought up a hand, indicating the height of the Leafmen with thumb and finger. "Er… L-little Ronin?"

God, he desperately hoped she knew what the hell he was talking about…

Siris considered lying and saying no, making a joke about Bomba taking about his naughty bits. It was a strong temptation. Bomba was only lucky that the temptation for answers was stronger. Alas, the pervert Gods would not be appeased this day!

"General Ronin? Hmmm…" She dragged the moment out, inspecting her nails with a practiced ease of looking nonchalant. Siris coyly looked up from her hand to peer at Bomba, again everything was exaggerated. He looked so nervous. She sighed, giving the poor man a break before he had a heart attack.

"I would never call that handsome man little to his face. He was very tall when we met. Or I was small. Either way, it was an interesting experience," Siris drawled out, clasping her hands behind her back. She laughed, lost for a moment in memories of that experience.

"He got so mad at me when I stole his bird to race but he got over it. The man sure does have a killer smile though,” she mused before snapping out of it. Oops, she hadn’t meant to reminense. She was supposed to make Bomba uncomfortable. Siris gave a sheepish grin and shrugged.

"Tiny society of people in the forest of awesome?"

Bomba’s brows came together as she went on. From what he understood (through her shamelessly flirtatious rambling), she really did know Ronin.

And as she continued, mentioning bird riding and tiny people in the woods, he was finally certain of it!

She hadn’t just seen them, she’d met them. They even trusted her enough to have her introduced to Ronin. If that wasn’t reassurance she was to be trusted, he wasn’t sure what was.

"Oh, my god." He said under his breath. He couldn’t keep a wide smile off his face and he covered it with a hand as it spread across his features. "So you’ve seen them too?!" He said through a half-laugh.

He cleared his throat and tried to compose himself. As much as he wanted to finally have someone to talk with about his discovery, he should probably still be wary about this whole thing…

"You’ve… Met them, then?" He said, trying to inflict a little less excitement in his voice (and rather failing).