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Hi everyone!
I am here to let you know that this blog is being archived. It’s time for a clean blog and new beginning for Cayden.
My blog name is the same! You’ll just find me over at @kantocowboy now, instead of this one.
If we are currently mutuals, I’m hoping to make sure I follow everyone again on the new one. I really look forward to some rp again.
This blog has lived a good life. It will forever be cherished. See you on the other side!
you taught me to fear your DISAPPROVAL more than i fear death.
KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.
PLEASE REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!
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BASICS
It’s been a while, hello again. <3 NAME: Marielle PRONOUNS: She/her SEXUALITY: Demi ZODIAC SIGN: Leo AGE: 24
EXPERIENCE
HOW LONG (MONTHS/YEARS?): Looking at 7 years now. Off and on Tumblr. PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: Over the years, Skype, Kik, Tumblr (ofc), Discord, GoogleDocs, a few old forums I can’t remember... Gaia? Etc etc. BEST EXPERIENCE: I have so many good memories about the PKMN community here, from 2 or 3 years ago. Though there have been many golden moments through out my time writing with others in different places. It’s too hard to pick one best experience.
WRITING PREFERENCES
FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: Probably all three, let’s be honest. Though the latter will not come in a blink of an eye. PLOTS OR MEMES: It depends. Some light hearted stuff is great for Memes, things that don’t have a long term goal. I do enjoy plotting, writing toward something bigger. I don’t mind though, just having banter or little crack moments. When I look back later, they’ll all make me happy. LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Sometimes they’re long, sometimes they’re short. I’d say I’m probably a medium reply person. I can get into long posts, but it’s usually if there’s something really deep going on. I have a lot of time at the moment, and an itch to write, they’ll probably be long for right now; if I can help it. ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): I am not nearly, nearly, as abrasive as Cayden. He’s the big brother I wish I had growing up, I’d be a little more confident. That being said, we do have similarities. Long ago, I touched on them, but here are the neat ones: We’re both bad at a lot of things. But in all honesty, I’m very shy - Cayden is introverted but not shy. We’re both athletic people, with a lot of old injuries that bother us. He’s not afraid to tell someone off, I politely apologize for things that aren’t my fault and avoid conflict like the plague. Eheh. There’s a happy medium of likes and dislikes. I do want to end with, the fact I am quiet and shy, but I do want to have interactions! Even if Cayden might not want that. So hello, it’s nice to meet you! I hope we get to write together, one day.
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“Hah.”
The coke can in his hand is lifted, as if in a toast.
( He shouldn’t be proud of this. )
Hi I’m on mobile because I refuse to leave my dark warm bed.
Gonna do a big revamp of the blog tonight... but not sure if I should archive and start ground up... thoughts?
Good to see that some things never changed, and the stick lodged up you-know-where was still in its regular place. She sighs, crouching down to reach a better level, a slight frown curled into her features, (what an unnatural look for her).
“ Doing things your way is, what, bleeding all over the place and acting ornery until the tauros come home ? ”
It felt as if his companion’s worried coos only proved her point, and she was full willing to use that. Sure he wasn’t keen on listening to her, but he seemed to listen to his teammates more reliably.
“ Even if you won’t do it for your own sake, or mine, it seems your little friend is distressed about it. I bet they’d feel better if you were patched up, too. Probably feel a little less guilty. ”
There’s a moment of ornery silence from the ranger, as his feathered friend continues to coo up at him. He knows she’s right.
And quite frankly, he hates it. Every time their paths had crossed now, she found a way to be. Always right. How did she know people so well? Just as well as Pokemon, it would seem, too.
“So what if it is?”
No-- Why did he snap? Worse pain than a little stinging hadn’t gotten a snap out of him in the past... so why now?
( Because she’s right. Of course. )
His head tilts, reluctantly, in her direction. The glint in his eyes suggest he know’s this isn’t a worthy argument.
“Fine, fine.”
Conceding, he’d let her do whatever. Distracting himself with calming the worried bird in his lap with gentle ruffles. The cooing hardly stopped, instead it quieted. Became more apologetic. It felt like it’d been a long time since he let someone help, and the little coos only made it sink in his stomach.
He’d suck it up for now. For his little buddy.
Man it’s been like 2 years. Time flies, and it’s insane how many things change. The community seems so quiet, or maybe I’m just out of the loop?
If there’s still blogs kickin’, pass me some names. I went down memory lane in my likes and damn, there were some good times. I want to make more.
“ Psh—that’s quite the assumption. What, you think I bothered because you find yourself cute? “ Always the type to twist and turn words on their heads, Hikari put her hands on her hips and twisted her head to its side. Somehow, that always helped figure people out. Vague memories still linger: hopping a fence, anger coated in mud; always so abrasive, as if he wanted to keep everyone — or, at least her — at a good distance.
… A shift to an utterly flat expression:
“ Nope. I’m just sentimental, and you always seem lonely. “
“Glad you can still pick up obvious hints, doll.”
Cayden’s stride doesn’t skip at all. The slight smirk on his face is the proof he’s heard it before. Somewhere, from someone just as snarky as Hikari. Her mentioning, however, of sentiment. How he seemed lonely.
Smirking still, there was a disconnect in his eye contact. An equivelant of turning one’s back, without doing so.
“Sentimental.”
Not lonely, no. He knew better than that.
“Odd for running ‘round covered in mud is what ya think of as sentimental.”
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“ …You’re still horrible. This is awful. Why did I decide to talk to you? “
There’s a long pause. Not a word of denial comes from him, after all the day to day goal is to get by with little inconvenience. Being unapproachable helps with that, usually.
Then of course, there’s girls like her. Who disregard that all together. His eyes suggest he’s amused, or at least vaguely so. But there’s no trace of a smile, not even the tiniest hint of one.
“You know, that’s a good question.”
Emphasizing the severe height difference, he leans down. Surprisingly enough, though, he isn’t condescending. Genuine, really, with self confidence.
“Dashing good looks is my guess.”
“ Wassup, jerk? It’s only been like, 10 years. “
There’s a very soft, almost genuine, noise that falls out of Cayden’s mouth.
“Hoh shit, and you still haven’t grown!”
Lmao it took me 20 minutes to remember how to html. All things divine I need ASSISTANCE.
The professor blinks, eyebrows raising in a double take as he sets his clipboard down and swivels in his chair to get a better look at the familiar face.
“My, has it been so long?” He asks, smiling fondly.
“You’ve grown so much since the last time I’ve seen you. How are you, Cayden?”
“Have I now?”
Several things too near the edge of the table he passes are pushed further to the center. The ranger can’t help but laugh for a second, recalling the exact point the tally marks stopped raising along the wall in his mother’s kitchen.
“Been some months but-- Think you’re just used to standin’ next to me, professor.” The suggestion is quiet, good natured, just as the half smile on his face is when he settles back against the table. Hands loosely in pockets.
“Anyhow, ‘m alive. Can’t complain too much.” He finds it hard to maintain any sort of direct eye contact, or so it seems. There’s always something else, something distant in the room to catch his eyes. “Just thought I’d drop in. Check up on Kanto’s greatest.”
Oh… he…. he had a Rowlet.. look at that perfect little borb, it was magnificent– however, it’s a fleeting moment of appreciation, as her focus mostly remains on the issue at hand. Not surprisingly, he resists the suggestion.
“ Are you, now ? ”
Clearly not. He only lifted his hand for a moment, but that was enough to catch sight of the gash, which no doubt stung as he covered it again. Thus, she urged a bit closer, and began to pull the kit from her satchel.
“ Oh, honnêtement, Ranger, you’re not doing anyone a favor by being tough, so let me have a look at it– it’ll only take a moment. ”
From the position, flat on his ass in the dirt, he simply shifted to face the other way. The little brown bird he was training hopping in a concerned circle around him, wings fluttering frantically right up until it fell into his lap. Cooing up at him several times noisily, and only stopping when the Ranger’s hand was placed on its head.
“Yyyyyuuuuup. ‘m peachy. You know what else’ll only take a moment??”
The tone in his voice is calm, steady and without waver. There’s no sass, no insult to follow. Just refusal.
“Doin’ m’self a favor by just. Doin’ things my way thanks.”
There was rustling, once he’d stopped ruffling the Rowlet’s feathers. It would seem he was going to do just that. With the background noise of more concerned cooing.
