The huntress had grown BORED of her usual hiding place known as Fuyuki bridge. She headed west towards the suburban district of the city known as Miyama Town. It was rather intriguing to see the different architecture in comparison to her time and country. The streets would be lined with traditional homes all of a rather mansion-like proportions and yet were only a one-story layout. Stopping in front of one home her eyes shown with interest peeking through the security bars of the front gate.
Maroon hues had taken all that they could of the luxurious home she continued letting out a soft sigh. How was it that things were so peaceful in a city that was supposed to be raging war? That was one answer the huntress couldn’t answer. And so she was left walking the cool sidewalk with only her thoughts to accompany her at the moment.
This wasn’t the city that Isla would usually walked to. She drifted quite far from Terminal Service office, but the reason why she was here is to look for the supposedly-next Giftia who’s about to be returned.
Then, her eyes caught a female with dark hair, distracted her attention much for her to stumble and fell with head first landed on the ground, just like Isla being clumsy as usual.
“I-I’m sorry...”
Honestly, she probably apologized to no one. Probably the other female didn’t even notice her clumsy action.
// No, I’m not dead. It’s just school who has been trying to kill me, especially with exams drawing near. I’ll reapply to Koi and bring this blog back to alive after everything is settled down.
How strange. She’s supposed to be alone in this spacious room of Chamomile Apartment after her previous roommate’s departure. However, today, she seemed to have a new friend who would accompany her.
She was happy, and scared, in the same time.
She wanted to get along with him, but she was being awkward, again. Her grip on the tray become tight.
This is my first time doing this, and at first I never intended to do this, but now I wanna do it to show how much I am grateful to everyone here. Almost a year I spent my time in tumblr RP as whole. I met, learned, and got new experiences and I am really thankful.
I don’t really know how to put it into words, so I’ll just jump straight to the list of honorable mentions below. If you’re not tagged there, blame me for being forgetful and careless and all. Because I just love everyone here. And I’m glad you’re willing to keep up with me despite my flaws. I also am glad that you’re willing to RP with my Isla, despite sometimes I felt at doubt of my portrayal, or when I am being inactive due to RL stuffs and problems. Thank you, everyone. Words fail me to describe my gratefulness.
Okay, I got sidetracked again, here goes the list of honorable mentions.
(Some of them are inactive and I don’t know where are they now, which makes me sad. I hope we can interact and RP together again!)
Terminal Service Co-workers
People that meant a lot for me.
@combinedfleets - Thank you so much for keeping up with me for years. You’re my best friend and I hope we can keep getting along as always. You taught me a lot of things I never know.
@honoonosadame - Hey, mate! Thanks a lot for everything! For accompanying me and all here. Keep doing your best, alrite?
@koinoyokanrp - Literally the best group ever! I feel safe here, people at here are really kind and welcoming, you guys are the best! Thank you, everyone, for all mods, and members here!
@flosculuus - I admire you! You’re really great at roleplaying and your OCs are really interesting! On top of that, you’re also a very kind person! Glad to meet you here and I hope you don’t mind if I keep roleplaying as Isla... *awkward laughs*
@vielxeitig - I love your way to roleplay and your OC! Speaking of which... It has been a year since the first time we met, right? I hope we can always get along! And please keep reminding me and teach me whenever I make grammar mistakes, alright?
@lunerovge - (I’m confused which blog of yours that I should tag omg) Thank you for being such a kind person and accepting me as your friend! Next time when I am less busy, let’s livestream together again! It’s fun to have you around!
@voguespie - I admire the way you write, it’s really flawless! I really like to see you on my dash and it’s fun to roleplay with you! I hope we can interact more!
@othxllo - It’s really fun to RP with you! I want to RP with your other muses as well but...maybe later after we finish the ongoing threads, so I won’t bother you so much. And it’s fun to see you on my dash as well! I hope you don’t mind to keep getting along with me!
yatonoshinki - I know you wouldn’t notice this but... thank you. I admire you a lot, you’re a kind person, and I do want to get along with you even more. Words cannot convey it, ugh. You’re really amazing beyond words.
Clients
People that I admire from afar and want to get along (but then again it’s my fault for being awkward and shy as hell).
And everyone who made threads, sent asks, everyone who followed me, who’re in my following lists, simply everyone--there are too much till I couldn’t mention one by one--thank you so so much! I’ll do my best at this year too!
So, I don’t usually do these anymore, but I thought it would be a fun way to end this year. I initially took up Clover as a muse back in Fall of 2011. My first college semester and the semester before I did the Disney College Program. Though I’ve gone on to try my hand at other childhood characters such as Frankie Foster from Foster’s Home For Imaginary Friends and Princess Fiona from Shrek, I’d never taken up one before. Though the journey had its ups and downs like most do, I had a blast. I found this muse to be one of my most cherished. Though I’ve remade the account a number of times since then, I’ve had her for four years and I’ll be graduating from my university next semester. I’m glad to say that that journey is still continuing to this day. This experience wouldn’t be what it is without the kind messages that I’ve received and the memorable interactions that I’ve participated in. I’m so glad to be able to write with such amazing people, and I look forward to continuing that in 2016.
WOOHP AGENTS
These are people with whom I’ve interacted with at some point or another on this account. I appreciate you all, and I hope to keep interacting with you.
These are people who I have not threaded with on this account. I have threaded with some on some of my other KNY affiliated accounts such as Yuichiro Hyakuya, but not here. I hope to interact with all of them at some point in the future, and I really do enjoy their presence on my dash. They’re all worth checking out.
Lastly, I’d like to give a shoutout to @koinoyokanrp for being such a welcoming group. The mods do a great job of keeping it going, and I hope to see it around for a long time. If you’re looking for an open rp group ( allows outside interaction ), I highly suggest checking them out.
lmfao can you believe it’s almost the 2016 (for me at least) and look at where we are now. I gotta say this has been a wonderful experience being in the roleplay community and it’s honestly the longest one I’ve ever been in. I appreciate the people who gave me a chance and were so kind to welcome me. The people are just great and although I don’t talk to the majority of you just know I love y’all. so let’s stick our leggys out and look forward to having another great year! GO 2k16 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) so here’s a less than 10 minute edit and like 5 minutes left before the new year for me lol boom baby
A loving hand was required in these situations. Gentle caresses and tender care, to ensure the flowers would bloom with their strongest and most radiant brilliance. This was a truth known by every gardener, even if they were simply hobbyists.
How it seemed funny, in a strange way, to her that this worked similarly.
To retrieve; to pluck away a flower in full bloom, she felt it required the same method. A sympathetic smile to ensure that understanding was mutual. To bring closure to their final moments and allow time for acceptance to blossom from denial, the gentle hand of a gardener was necessary. A voice to bring them hope even in an inevitability.
She understood, so did this mean she’d accepted long ago?
Of course not. A foolish thought to think it would be that simple. She understood; as a Giftia, she knew that termination would come at a predetermined time. Her job was to retrieve, and she sympathized, understood and eased the pain and sorrow.
But understanding didn’t mean acceptance.
No matter how she thought of it, it was denial. To turn others away and repress was an attempt to deny the consequence. She feared hurting others and losing happy memories. She couldn’t accept that end, so she denied its effects in the first place.
It was an entirely human sentiment, to deny that an end would arrive. And even with knowing and understanding an end would arrive, to deny that the end would mean a lifetime of experiences and memories would come to a close. It was wrong, and didn’t allow living one’s time to the fullest, but it was entirely human and understandable.
When he came along, his persistence and his heart had turned this all around. Her sentiment turned around, and she began a longing to accept her feelings, to let others in and create happy memories even if she was so close to the end.
It was almost a dream how happy she was, and through her experiences with him, her denial bloomed to acceptance. It was through his gentle touch that she was able to finally let go and cherish.
Cheshire was napping up on the railing of his apartment - it was pretty lonely, staying all by himself, so he’d taken to sleeping outside in feline form, if only so that he wouldn’t feel quite so alone - when he jolted awake, a little yowl of surprise startling out of him as he overbalanced and took a tumble. He twisted in the air, hurriedly shifting his momentum so that he ended up colliding with another balcony, a groan leaving him as he scrabbled onto his feet again.
He just needed to sneak back out again, no harm no foul… right?
She was going to bring a cup of tea and a bag of cookies for the new face in this apartment. Just another day of Isla tried her best to get along with everyone despite her awkwardness.
“U-umm...”
But then, she couldn’t help but to feel awkward again. Oh dear, old habits die hard, even the habit that Isla wished she could get rid of it.
In which Isla tried her best to manage everything by herself, she couldn’t hide the fact that she needed a help to carry her groceries. Unexpectedly, she bought so much, despite she didn’t need that much as well.
“It’s fine, mister... I can... carry them by myself.”
Yet again, she committed a denial. Though she clearly almost lost her balance there.
Christmas is coming, and with the winter time this blog is also getting closer to its 1st anniversary. About time to bless my stalking victims with a follow forever!
When I made this blog I never imagined that I’d end up spending so much time here, but these boats kinda ended up occupying my muses.
And of course I also met many amazing people here, and it’s about time to thank all of you!
THE MAIN FLEET.
main roleplay partners, people I enjoy talking to - ic&ooc
// Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays for everyone! Sorry for not being around. I’m still having an issue with the new Xkit, hopefully I manage to finish it and reply to all drafts! For now, I’ll just reply to the starters. Also I’m going to have a holiday soon so my activity here will be slow.
But I am always here, don’t worry! Again, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I hope you guys have a wonderful day!
// I guess that’s all for today. I don’t have anything left to do at school aside of remedial tests, but I still have to up early for school. So I might return tomorrow afterschool. I’ll try to clean my drafts at that time! See you!
❝ You wouldn’t happen to have a
BOBBY PIN handy, would you?
I kinda managed to lock myself
out. This morning has been a
total disaster. Not only do I not
look my best, but there also isn’t
even anything that I can do to
fix that. I obviously can’t buy a
new outfit without my wallet,
and I’d hate to have a ton of
people see me like this. The
thought is too much to bear. ❞
Now, what should she do? This woman surely needs help, judging from the story she told, about her disastrous morning and all. Isla wasn’t a type to collect that kind of stuffs.
But, she does have some money. Although she wanted to spend it for dinner, but she already had some leftovers in her apartment’s fridge.
“But... I do have money. We can buy a new outfit for you with my money, if you want...”
