The Ferocious Ronin @logan-the-ronin - Tumblr Blog

On Hold

I'm gonna have to take a hiatus for a wee bit, ladies and gents. There's a few things that still need to be ironed out that was overlooked. Hopefully by the time things smooth out, I'll have a better page too. XD Until then, if any of ya wanna keep in touch, drop your Skype handle in my ask inbox.

#ooc is ooc #ronin without a cause #hiatus:until further notice

inboxideas

Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.

(anons welcome)

Ugh

Now I kinda sorta wanna do a Poison Ivy blog. >_< I use to write her a lot on an rp site and having just writing her again after so long really got the feels going. But there's so many Ivy's on tumblr as is. ._.

I'll stick with what I got for now.

#ooc is ooc #venting #nostalgia

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Compared to the bleakness of Arkham, the whole cell block proved to be more colorful. Rich with greenery, the air was filled with pores that seemingly danced on the ceiling. The aesthetics proved to be harmless plastic but the spores raised an alarm to the Warden. Yet somehow they have yet to be taken care of. A large dome expanded the center of the cell block. Inside the foggy and misty prison housed a very iconic mane of red hair, followed by the Arkham Orange top that seemed a bit too small for the woman to wear but hugged in the right places. Upon hearing the approaching footsteps, Pamela Isely turned and gazed with bright emerald eyes.

"I don’t get many vistors," Poison Ivy sighed, her voice as soft as her curves, "And here I am, having an audience of a star worthy of her name."

2048bit

acting cool around ur crush

logan-the-ronin

"I found Gambit, guys."

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Piercing green eyes stared at the brunette, taking in all that he could see. She didn't look much of a meal, a bag of bones for just dogs to gnaw on. Yet those eyes, they looked juicy enough to pluck out. His long purple coat couldn't be mistaken from a mile away, white make-up messily slapped onto his face that stained the collar of the jacket. A tongue ran over his questionably red jagged lips, feeling the crevice of the scarred tissue that stretched into a forced smile. He wanted to tear this girl apart and wrap her dismembered limps in Fed-Ex packages. Because, why not?

"You know," Joker rasped, clicking his tongue, "You-you are quite a man-killer. Has anyone ever told you that?"