Hi friends. I know this is a bit sudden and I know I have said that I will return somehow, but well. Things happen. Age happens. Not that I should care if I’m roleplaying here at the age of 30 or anything, or stop watching anime or whatever. I simply have…dreams I want to pursue while I can and I am choosing close off everything that appears to be occupying the hard drive of my head. In this case, I can’t keep telling myself I gotta be back here anymore. I put “indefinite hiatus” just in case, otherwise this blog will not be deactivated because I am just that sentimental anyway.
This will apply to all my KHR muses, namely @colonelloldier, @fulgurcanis, @hiscloudyeyes, @basilicumi… I don’t remember the other two lmao but they’re kinda stagnant anyway I think. Trust me though, I love Colonello still. I love all my muses. They will be very much missed.
Hi friends. I know this is a bit sudden and I know I have said that I will return somehow, but well. Things happen. Age happens. Not that I should care if I’m roleplaying here at the age of 30 or anything, or stop watching anime or whatever. I simply have...dreams I want to pursue while I can and I am choosing close off everything that appears to be occupying the hard drive of my head. In this case, I can’t keep telling myself I gotta be back here anymore. I put “indefinite hiatus” just in case, otherwise this blog will not be deactivated because I am just that sentimental anyway.
This will apply to all my KHR muses, namely @colonelloldier, @fulgurcanis, @hiscloudyeyes, @basilicumi... I don’t remember the other two lmao but they’re kinda stagnant anyway I think. Trust me though, I love Colonello still. I love all my muses. They will be very much missed.
TL;DR below.
I love to write. I want to write. For the past couple of months, I have been roleplaying Dr John Watson of BBC’s Sherlock at @watsonofagun and I realized my potential more than I could ever on there. I hated the novel that I self-published. After some amateur editing, I realized that it just wasn’t what I wished from myself. And I don’t even consider myself a perfectionist.
I have loads of story ideas from since I was 12. Crime, mystery, fantasy, supernatural, science fiction----- whether they are in novel form or TV form, I have them all. I thought they were just fantastical ideas that faded away since my pursuance of Computer Science as my university degree, but after some time of working in this field, I realized that my passion for creating stories is lit ever so brightly. I simply hate mundane work, and while programming is a satisfying job, I can’t see myself doing it long-term.
I just. Want to create stories.
Sadly, money is needed to sustain my life right now, so I cannot simply quit my current job as a programmer. Sure, I may have long, tiring hours, but it’s my first steady job. And I have supposedly been out in the work force for 6 years now, I can’t simply put it down. Yes, it is me giving in to peer pressure. However, I also believe it is not the end. Where I can, I pursue writing and exploring ideas and opportunities. But to do that, I need all the spare time I can get.
The only roleplay account I will actively stay on for an indefinite time is @watsonofagun. Sherlock is one series that really keeps me on my creative toes because it’s got all the elements I desire. It is the first books that put me on this path. And I intend to stay on it.
I cannot apologize for this leave. But I do want to thank each and every one of you, whether we have interacted or you have simply been following me, I really appreciate the friendship and acquaintances I made on here.
If you wish to keep in touch, feel free to ask for my personal Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram, or Skype. We may not chat much on Skype, I must warn, because again, I literally spend all my time working, sleeping, doing chores, and writing now. Otherwise, I’m happy for an occasional hello and small catch-up sessions.
Maybe one day we will meet again in the circumstances that I will travel across the world promoting stories. Well, that is my ultimate goal anyway. :) I love you all.
i’m still hanging out at @watsonofagun because my head won’t allow me to be in 2 fandoms at the same time and i’m enjoying sherlock too much. but feel free to message me if anything. i’ll come by once in a while!
ooc; sorry i kinda died --- i really did after getting back from camp, went straight back to work and then followed by particularly painful guts. in any case, i have a problem with focusing on more than 1 fandom at a time, so right now i’m over at Dr John Watson @ watsonofagun /cries don’t worry, i’m kinda still around, would never give this place up. meanwhile, you can definitely see me at my twitter especially. feel free to ask for it.
in other news, i’m going to be buying bridesmaid dress tomorrow ❣
Dino would forever deny the terrified shriek that left him when the baby leaped at him and kicked him hard enough that he was seeing stars. What was worse was that gravity had decided that it would help Colonello in his efforts at showing just how pathetic Dino was. Falling backwards and somehow tumbling into such a knot that his jacket was restraining his arms and legs–Dino could only whimper as he looked up at Colonello from his vantage on the floor.
“R-Reborn taught me how to use a whip?” He stammered out in fear, unable to think from both stress and terror of Colonello. “A-and how to fall?”
“Hah?!” A whip? What kind of weapon was that? ( No weapon was better than guns, especially if compared to big guns! ) The infant had half the mind to give the teen another whack in the head, but he kept his grounds for now. Instead, he let out a dissatisfied huff.
“Obviously you still suck at falling. But show me how you use the whip, kora.” If it were Reborn, who Colonello grudgingly admitted had the knack at turning everything into a weapon, then he would spare some time to see how well Dino handled it.
No matter how many times he had done this, it was still an unsettling feeling.
Despite the acknowledgment as one of the strongest ( Arcobaleno ), Colonello’s opinions did not always mean anything when it came to dealings with the mafia, especially when he had voluntarily engaged in them without solid affiliation with any famiglia-----Mafialand did not count. His vehemence to reject an unfavorable hit request depended on the mood of his client.
This one was persistent enough to exhaust his excuses.
So he ended up promising to at least assess the target, and showed up at the flower shop the very next day. Dressed casual enough, he stepped up to the store, looking across the colorful array of plants-----they actually looked pretty good. He wondered if he should buy some anyway, now that he was here.
“ Anyone who decides to run their mouths should be prepared for the repercussions. ” Although Lal does debate — for a scarce moment — of whether or not to attack Colonello for that remark, in the end she decides it’s not worth the effort. ( No doubt it would somehow erupt into a full-blown, proper spar, and while stepping between falling bodies would surely be good practice, she figures it’d only be messy in the long run. )
Eyes narrow quickly and her features twist with displeasure. “ Nobody here should be considered ‘ ordinary ’ enough for that. ” Only civilians, and even then, there are of course exceptions. People who are simply new ( and very, very naïve ) do not get such benefits. “ … They challenged my authority, so I showed them exactly why they should listen. ”
“-----On point.” Colonello had to agree with her there, although he would beg to differ especially if these trainees were new to her. He, on the other hand, did keep his guard up in case she decided to indict him as well for running his own mouth, which had become a habit over time. Good thing he had kept himself well-trained.
“Not a bad thing that they challenged your authority----it probably means that you’re becoming more ladylike, kora.” He really was asking for a beating, wasn’t he. But he quickly continued as he jumped up to his feet, “They aren’t gonna be listening anytime right now though. Until then, let’s do something together! Not dinner, it’s not healthy to eat while you’re all hot ( with anger ) like that; do you want to watch a movie with me?”
#InternetFriendsDay was trending on Twitter when I woke so I spent that 1 hour tweeting individual well-wishes to all my internet friends on there, but I want to tell you who’s following me on here that you are also a precious soul and I am so honored and happy to be at your acquaintance! May we always keep tabs on each other and our friendship transcend all eternities <3
“ I did not harass or ‘ pick on ’ them, they annoyed me and I retaliated. It’s their own faults for not being prepared. ” Additionally, of course, was the damage to the training room — and to the aforementioned people’s bodies — but Lal appears distinctly not regretful. ( In fact, her gaze flatly demands to know who sparked such ludicrous accusations. )
“Who the hell would ever be prepared for you?...” At least, as long as it were anyone who was not Colonello, who had had plenty of experiences with Lal’s demonic training in the past, he thought. And here his own lackeys claimed that he was a Spartan teacher-----they obviously had not known that there existed the Spartan teacher.
“You could at least use less strength, ordinary people can’t take you easily, kora.” He squatted by a body and lifted a hand to see if there was any ounce of life left in it. “What did they even do to you?”
So much trouble that, for once, instead of his usual upbeat, friendly, enthusiastic demeanor that earned all the favors of his students in his class, he was sitting on the bench instead, seeming distracted and solemn as exhibited by the furrow of his brows and distant blue gaze. If Colonello were caught by his head of department right at this moment, he would be indicted for neglecting the nurturing of their national athletes-----but supposedly he would prefer such accusation than what was on his mind at this moment though.
The blonde took a glance at his watch for the umpteenth time that period, mentally counting down the seconds with the tapping of his impatient foot. Then up he stood, ruffling his hair and looking out across the gymnasium for his students before summoning them with his whistle.
“Someone’s booked the place for the evening, don’t stay long, kora.”
was all he said before he brushed past them, barely noticing the gaze of one student who appeared to want a word with him. He had more dire things to deal with----that something, someone, would be in his office soon.
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