Elementalist Academy (RP)

The RP blog of Elementalistacademy, follows tag 'ae rp', side blog to Rpinginhell.

[rppanda]

Dear RPers who have wanted to interact.

I feel like i need to address this because i find it’s an issue many people, especially newcomers, have in RP.

PLEASE. DO. NOT. BE. SHY. TO. SAY. HI.

There’s no reason to be anxious or hesitant if you want to talk to me. I will happily accept a random starter, or a random tag, or an inbox message! Even if we’ve never interacted or even acknowledged one another, i will still HAPPILY interact with you!

You’re not bothering me. You’re not annoying. You’re not making me uncomfortable. I LIKE to interact with new people, it’s very exciting and fun!

Please, PLEASE, don’t be hesitant when sending in ANYTHING. I’m having a lot more fun than your anxiety tells you!

[rikouchi]

hiya~! a not-so-new riko blog has been moved and revamped, my name is riri so you may or may not know/remember me, but anyway, that’s not important rn. my dash is pretty slow atm and i want to write with a lot of people, both in or out of the knb fandom! please give this post a like and/or reblog if you’re interested in interacting with an aida riko from the series kuroko no basket, i’d greatly appreciate that so i can check out your blog! <3 thank you in advance, and i look forward to interacting with you!

[elementalistacademyrp-blog]

@windriding (Muse: Anima Verse: Zestiria)

It was fairly early in the morning, sometime in the middle of winter. Not a lot of animals were around in the forest at these times, or at least, they weren’t the easiest to track down. He had a few things he could offer in trade at town, though whether the local merchants would take them or not was another story.

He had heard though, from some locals who he’d passed on the edge of the town, that a group of travelling merchants would be coming by and staying for a short while. The Sparrowfeathers, or something to that effect. His memory was usually abnormally good, but he hadn’t heard the speakers too clearly.

Maybe they wouldn’t have heard the ‘rumours’ yet. About him, about what he’d supposedly done…granted, his abilities were true, so he wouldn’t call those rumours. What qualified as a rumour was….anything else. The murders, especially, regardless of who had done it, always led back to him somehow. He been questioned by authorities but they had no evidence he’d done anything, especially since he hadn’t even known about it until they’d brought it up with him. Locals were convinced though. The irony was, if he wanted, he could change their minds about that. He couldn’t really bring himself to, though, otherwise he would become what they were accusing him of. What defence did he have then?

He shook his thoughts away. The worst he’d really done was steal a few things every now and then. Usually small things, like pieces of food during times he couldn’t find things to hunt, but a few times, he’d taken clothes for sale, and one time, a thick blanket, though he tried not to if he could avoid it. Still, it got cold some days, and he’d rather not die of exposure to the elements. Rain was the worst, though he had shelter for that. A bit shabby, since the deserted building had been covered and repaired by him, but it’d do.

He headed to town in silence with some gathered things wrapped in a large cloth. He’d washed off recently and did what he could to not draw attention to himself, so hopefully few would pay much mind.

As he entered, he looked around for unfamiliar faces who could be offering up trade.

[windriding-blog]

Market day. Rose had been up early with the rest of the Sparrowfeathers, fighting for a good spot and taking full advantage of the busiest day of the week, crowding out their competitors and hawking their wares. They weren’t the best, but they were damned good merchants, and Rose watched proudly as they went about their business and raked in the cash. Today was gonna be a good haul.

Spotting a man entering the busy plaza, his eyes still scanning for a booth to go to, Rose was immediately on the mission like hawk to prey. Weaving her way expertly through the crowds, her small frame forcing her to avoid others rather than pushing through, Rose landed quickly in front of the newcomer.

“A new face!” Rose was pretty good at remembering who might be regulars of competitors, and thus needed a different approach to receive their sale, if possible at all. This was the first time she’s seen this guy though. “Welcome, welcome! What might you be looking for, sir?”

Respectful, but upbeat. Rose couldn’t rely on her sterling reputation for a newbie. “The Sparrowfeathers would be glad to serve your needs!”

[elementalistacademyrp-blog]

Anima was a little surprised to be approached, though he shouldn’t be, he reckoned. His smile was a tired but hopeful one.

“Just to sell a few things from out by the woods, and maybe buy some extra clothes and fabric, if you have that.” He was considering a proper hunting knife as well, though he’d made no final decision on that. Basics, sure, but necessities.

From up close, she’d easily tell he probably lived by the woodlands, if not directly in them. He had the scent of lake water.

[naragun-deactivated20161113]

I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

[legendarymemes]

WARM AND FUZZY MEME! SEND AN EMOTICON FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO: 🍨 YOUR MUSE SHARING A DESSERT WITH MINE 🎂 YOUR MUSE CELEBRATING MINE’S BIRTHDAY WITH MINE ☕ YOUR MUSE BRINGING MINE A WARM DRINK 🍴 YOUR MUSE MAKING DINNER FOR MINE 👻 YOUR MUSE TELLING MINE A SPOOKY STORY BY TORCHLIGHT 💀 YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MY MUSE DURING A SCARY MOVIE 💍 YOUR MUSE PROPOSING TO MINE 👶 YOUR MUSE REVEALING THAT THEY ARE PREGNANT WITH MY MUSE’S BABY 💋 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A KISS (SPECIFY WHERE) 👐 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A HUG 🐟 YOUR MUSE TAKING MINE TO THE AQUARIUM FOR THE DAY 🐜 YOUR MUSE ‘SAVING’ MY MUSE FROM AN ‘ENORMOUS’ BUG 💐 YOUR MUSE BRINGING MY MUSE FLOWERS 🌱 YOUR MUSE AND MY MUSE PLANTING A GARDEN TOGETHER 🌛 YOUR MUSE CUDDLING MINE AS THEY SETTLE DOWN TO SLEEP 🌟 YOUR MUSE TAKING MINE STARGAZING ⛈ YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MINE DURING A THUNDERSTORM ☀ YOUR MUSE SLATHERING MY MUSE IN SUNBLOCK ☂ YOUR MUSE SHIELDING MY MUSE FROM RAIN ❄ YOUR MUSE THROWING A SNOWBALL AT MY MUSE 💧 YOUR MUSE CLIMBING INTO THE SHOWER WITH MINE 🐁 YOUR MUSE ‘SAVING’ MY MUSE FROM AN ‘ENORMOUS’ MOUSE 🛀 YOUR MUSE RUNNING A BUBBLE BATH FOR MINE 🎨 YOUR MUSE DRAWING/PAINTING A PORTRAIT OF MY MUSE ⚽ YOUR MUSE CHALLENGING MY MUSE TO A GAME 🎸 YOUR MUSE PLAYING MUSIC/SINGING FOR MY MUSE 💌 YOUR MUSE SENDING MINE A LOVE LETTER 🎁 YOUR MUSE GIVING MINE A GIFT 💔 YOUR MUSE COMFORTING MINE AFTER THEIR HEART IS BROKEN ❤ YOUR MUSE DECLARING LOVE FOR MINE 💕 YOUR MUSE TELLING MY MUSE THAT THEY WILL ALWAYS BE FRIENDS

[forgottenluck]

elementalistacademyrp:

He finished his scribbling and held it up. ‘Do you want a hammock? =3’ He liked Koun and found him interesting. He was sure the male was busy often, or at least unhappy. He wanted to help.

Perhaps, too, he felt a bit lonely and wanted to feel useful somehow, to someone else. He was perhaps a bit naive in that sense, and though he had been used before, loneliness overpowered fear.

A look of genuine surprise filtered on Koun’s face before he hid it with a usual grin, looking a bit sheepish at the offer.

“Do I really look like I need a nap or something? Geeze I must, huh?” there were hints of sarcasm in his voice, but also of gratitude. “Thanks for the offer, kid…really, but…I don’t sleep that often. Not…recently at least.”

A pause, as he took in Isa’s face, a sigh leaving him. The kid was innocent….naive….and probably lonely. If this place was any indication of that.

“But…I don’t mind sticking around for a bit. Don’t know what kind of company I can offer, but hey, I can try.”

[elementalistacademyrp-blog]

Isa gave a tiny, excited bounce at that. He turned his notebook to a specific page and put it aside for now, then moved over to a strange stump of half-twined vines. It was a thick stump, too.

Some days, this was all he had to do, so no mind if it was overkill.

As he did, he made some hand gestures, causing the vines to climb up themselves. It was hard to say exactly what he was doing.

Unless, that is, one looked at the drawing in the notebook. It showed a sketch of a swing set. He was trying to make one out of vines.

[elementalistacademyrp-blog]

@windriding (Muse: Anima Verse: Zestiria) It was fairly early in the morning, sometime in the middle of winter. Not a lot of animals were around in the forest at these times, or at least, they weren't the easiest to track down. He had a few things he could offer in trade at town, though whether the local merchants would take them or not was another story. He had heard though, from some locals who he'd passed on the edge of the town, that a group of travelling merchants would be coming by and staying for a short while. The Sparrowfeathers, or something to that effect. His memory was usually abnormally good, but he hadn't heard the speakers too clearly. Maybe they wouldn't have heard the 'rumours' yet. About him, about what he'd supposedly done...granted, his abilities were true, so he wouldn't call those rumours. What qualified as a rumour was....anything else. The murders, especially, regardless of who had done it, always led back to him somehow. He been questioned by authorities but they had no evidence he'd done anything, especially since he hadn't even known about it until they'd brought it up with him. Locals were convinced though. The irony was, if he wanted, he could change their minds about that. He couldn't really bring himself to, though, otherwise he would become what they were accusing him of. What defence did he have then? He shook his thoughts away. The worst he'd really done was steal a few things every now and then. Usually small things, like pieces of food during times he couldn't find things to hunt, but a few times, he'd taken clothes for sale, and one time, a thick blanket, though he tried not to if he could avoid it. Still, it got cold some days, and he'd rather not die of exposure to the elements. Rain was the worst, though he had shelter for that. A bit shabby, since the deserted building had been covered and repaired by him, but it'd do. He headed to town in silence with some gathered things wrapped in a large cloth. He'd washed off recently and did what he could to not draw attention to himself, so hopefully few would pay much mind. As he entered, he looked around for unfamiliar faces who could be offering up trade.

[ofuranium]

          “ by their vast powers, our world was born. “

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[elementalistacademyrp-blog]

Character Flaws Isa Bold the ones that apply to your character: absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant | audacious | bad liar | bigmouth | bigot | blindly obedient | blunt | callous | childish | chronic heroism | clingy | clumsy | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional | dependent | depressed | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic | fickle | finicky | flaky | frail | fraudulent | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | gullible | hedonistic | humorless | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive | insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | melodramatic | money-loving | moody | naive | nervous | nosy | ornery | overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessimist | petty | power-hungry | proud | pushover | reckless | reclusive | remorseless | rigorous | sadistic | sarcastic | senile | selfish | self-martyr | shallow | sociopathic | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | tactless | temperamental | timid | tone-deaf | traitorous | unathletic | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain |

[elementalistacademyrp-blog]

Character Flaws Anima Bold the ones that apply to your character: absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant | audacious | bad liar | bigmouth | bigot | blindly obedient | blunt | callous | childish | chronic heroism | clingy | clumsy | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical | delinquent | delusional | dependent | depressed | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic | fickle | finicky | flaky | frail | fraudulent | guilt complex | gloomy | gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | gullible | hedonistic | humorless | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive | insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | melodramatic | money-loving | moody | naive | nervous | nosy | ornery | overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessimist | petty | power-hungry | proud | pushover | reckless | reclusive | remorseless | rigorous | sadistic | sarcastic | senile | selfish | self-martyr | shallow | sociopathic | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | tactless | temperamental | timid | tone-deaf | traitorous | unathletic | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain |

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

This is an open invitation for followers to throw their muses into my inbox.

Please don’t be shy! Even if we haven’t interacted, asks are always a good way for muses to get to know one another!

Alternatively, send some OOC asks or anons? 

[thesageauthor-deactivated201911]

Ask my Muse anything!

       However, they’ll give two answers. One True, and One Lie. 

[elementalistacademyrp-blog]

🔨

(Anima)"Well. I have a few really obvious ones, including a stabbing situation, but I guess a physical injury I can think of that meant something to me was a very specific scrape to my knee I got when I was racing my brother in my very early teens. Tried to outrun him, fell, grazed my knee. He helped me tend it. I guess it wouldn't mean much normally but it was during the last week I spent with my siblings before they moved out. I haven't heard from them since.

[forgottenluck]

@elementalistacademyrp Continued from here

For a moment, Koun debated on pulling away from Isa. He wasn’t used to touch, wasn’t used to being grabbed. that he had to clamp down extra hard on his concentration in order to even stay solid.

But the key word there was almost. Because the look of pure joy and happiness on the child’s face was enough to subdue Koun. So he let himself be led.

Questions bubbled in his mind as the scent of burnt trees and dinged ground hit his nose. Sure it was his element, but for some reason, a burnt outf forest made him…uneasy. Perhaps it was just backlash from his first memories. Whatever it was, he kept it to himself, for there was no reason to upset Isa.

He hadn’t been expecting the little patch of green. Obviously this was a haven of sorts to Isa.

“Huh…nice little place ya got here….” he muttered, despite knowing that the child wouldn’t verbally answer him. An ear flicked down, taking note that his escort was once again scribbling in his notepad.

[elementalistacademyrp-blog]

He finished his scribbling and held it up. 'Do you want a hammock? =3' He liked Koun and found him interesting. He was sure the male was busy often, or at least unhappy. He wanted to help.

Perhaps, too, he felt a bit lonely and wanted to feel useful somehow, to someone else. He was perhaps a bit naive in that sense, and though he had been used before, loneliness overpowered fear.

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Send "🔨" and my muse will describe physical pain they have felt. Send "🔮" and they will describe emotional pain.

☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

Happy Museday, everyone. In honor of it, ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. … No, really. I don’t. D:

1: What does their bedroom look like?

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

9: Makeup?

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

11: Intellectual pursuits?

12: Favorite book genre?

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

18: Favorite beverage?

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

27: What is their biggest regret?

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

31: Most prized possession?

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?

33: Concept of home and family?

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

36: What makes them feel guilty?

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

40: How misanthropic are they?

41: Hobbies?

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

43: Religion?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

47: How do they express love?

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[forgottenluck]

(Elementalistacademyrp - Isa) The young boy pulls on Koun's sleeve and lifts his notebook. It reads: 'follow me?'

To be honest with himself, He hadn’t expected to see the kid around. Didn’t seem like the type ot stray too far from those he knew or trusted. So to be asked to follow him? Koun was a bit more than surprised.

“Hey there, Kiddo….follow ya? Well, I’m not doing anything right now so I guess it wouldn’t hurt.”

He’d been meaning to check on the kid anyways.

@elementalistacademyrp

[elementalistacademyrp-blog]

@forgottenluck Isa was a little shy, but he seemed pleased by the acceptance and bounced a little, taking his arm and beginning to walk. They walked for a short while, and entered a forest that appeared to have been decimated by a fire some time ago. It was beginning to grow back. However, they reached a clearing that was surrounded by mostly dead and charred trees, and found a scenic patch of grass, flowers and a hammock made of vines, along with tree roots creating stairs that led to said hammock. There wasn't much doubt that Isa had made it himself. Surreal, perhaps, but there was a weird beauty to it. One could argue weird-ass symbolism. As Koun took in the scene, Isa began to scribble something in his notebook once more.