▋HARBINGER OF HOPE. @matembo-blog - Tumblr Blog

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#ooc.#tbd.#( i really hate disappearing then trying to come back.#people forget you and dont know who you are #and trying to get back is hard because then people are like who the fuck are you!?#but all you're trying to do is write some nice shit.#wtf #i blame my social disorders.#eh. disregard. )

wnq-movies

Be so good they can’t ignore you.

Steve Martin (via lighttningpanther)

#:: musings.#:: & the elephant gave unto him patience.

the elephant. got a new laptop! i can role-play again! hi gaiz!

#ooc.#tbd.#:: chitter chatter.

hc. pertaining to speed and agility, they are two different things entirely. Emoja is physically built like an athlete/acrobat but is slow speed wise due to him harboring the Elephant spirit. on the other hand, his reflexes are quick and his movements are agile in the terms of reacting. speed is the rate of motion, or equivalently the rate of change of distance. agility is the ability to change the body's position; it CAN require the combination of balance, coordination, speed, reflexes, strength, endurance,and stamina.

because of the Elephant’s spirit, Emoja is omniscient and with that he is aware of all -- sometimes before it happens. that being said, he uses this ability to allow him the grace to be lithe on his feet while not lithe in motion. this is very important.

#:: headcanon.#:: abilities.

sendameme

BOLD all that applies to your muse!

matembo-blog

#:: headcanon.#( the italics are all possibility - sharing those traits but not full-fledged. )

demonbecome

‘ Unfortunately for you, you’ve become a target. Your existence is a hindrance to my leader so here I stand. Ready to cut your throat. ’

matembo-blog

A threat?

His body flexed underneath his clothing after hearing the voice of the woman before him. She was sharp, both literally and figuratively; dressed in a pin stripped suit and adorned with a massive blade. Her form was petite but she stood tall, it surprised him that she could wield her weapon so easily without tiring. Her words didn’t fall upon death ears, as he felt her exerted pressure. Chocolate orbs were fixed, trained to pick up on any slight movement. He wondered if the Elephant was needed.

“Do it.” He was a protector and stubborn. No one could make him turn on his heels running, especially when his duty was to serve. A fleeting heart wasn’t an option for someone in his position. “I dare you.”

He threatened.

#swordbcrn #v. | ❝undertermined & untold.#:: PHAN☆CHRO RP #( whoop! there it is! )

SO MUCH FOR BEING A LADY.

dryftr ::

Appearances were something Emoja was learning to get use to, in terms of judging books by their covers. He deemed people all the same, using their outward actions as the scales of judgment. Her movements were harsh and her walk was strong, her expression was hardened and it made his brows furrow. She was physically attractive; he thought she needed to be soft; not just physically attractive women – all women. They were roses, not to say a rose couldn’t protect itself – all roses held thorns – but more graceful in their moving. It has been a bothering issue for him and being as blunt as he was, he knew he’d strike a nerve.

“Ryuko…lighter steps. A smile maybe.” He said as he was cutting her off, t-bone style. “You’re so rough around the edges.”

#dryftr #v. | ❝undertermined & untold.#:: PHAN☆CHRO RP #( hope this is okay xD #i'm nervous! )

wordsnquotes

Nature didn’t need an operation to be beautiful. It just was.

Scott Westerfeld, The Uglies Trilogy (via wordsnquotes)

#:: musings.#:: & She was beautiful before they began to reconstruct Her.

valorous-harmony-deactivated201

[ ╾ ღ ] “My phone just died… How will I take cute selfies now?”

matembo-blog

“…what?”

#valorousharmony #valorous-harmony #:: minis & replies.

oishiiyou

matembo.

for once the corpse was not her fault– she is not the only carnivore who ravages these cities, it seems. there isn’t enough left to be eaten save for bone, and she isn’t in the mood for that, so her attention turns instead to the second one to arrive, to witness it.

❛ … say, stranger. do you believe in reincarnation? ❜

matembo-blog

His eyes furrowed in frustration as he heard her words but witnessed the carnage that was before him. When he realized he was zoning, he quickly pulled his focus on the woman before him. She looked harmless and she asked a question that his answer would always be “yes” and nodded to her in agreement. Yet, the words that came from his mouth were another question.

“What happened here…?”

#oishiiyou #:: minis & replies.#v. | ❝undertermined & untold.#( sorry for my lateness bae!#got busy w. life & such.#& i hope this is okay! )

matembo-blog

❝You heal the world with singular steps…❞

#:: SIGNAL BOOST.#:: PROMOTION.#:: self-promo.#( because i'm here & working on starters/replies xD )

winteras

The stars crumbled at your feet when you screamed of war. How long will it take for me to kneel?

III / e.a ( lit )

#:: musings.#:: & within us are parts of the universe - we give it solidity.

HOW TO SAVE A LIFE!!

misguidedsword ::

In waves of obsidian, the world that was about them faded into nothingness as the ‘Remover of Barriers’ altered reality as they knew it. Everything woven within the tapestry of time and space was being reworked and forced together to make a new. In mere blinks of the eye, bright blue skies were replaced with a bright ashen hue. He was cloaked in shadows, and he moved like them. Lurking, she stood there in her madness and he had to save her. She needed to be reminded of her way, a heart tainted in wanting to do the right thing but going about it the wrong way.

‘Oh Elsa Maria, so kind and cold. You’re dark and welcoming. She fell victim and I blame you not. But I will bring her out, she will be freed of madness; of you!’

Her blade in one hand, dripping from the sharpened tip was liquid of thick body and dark color. It laced her form and soaked through to her skin. He approached her in slowness; weary of what was to happen of him but more so in wanting to protect her. In the darkness, her smile was shining but it was dipped in delusion.

“---this isn’t it.” His voice was full of richness, velvety smooth and with clear authority. “Not this way.”

#misguidedsword #v. | ❝harbinger of hope.#:: PHAN☆CHRO RP #( hear comes the boom!#* i hope this is okay! )

culturenlifestyle

A 100ft Tall Tree House & Church Built Over a Decade

Photographer Kristin Sweeting recorded her trip to The Minister’s Treehouse in Crossville, Tennessee. Built by minster Horace Burgess from the 1990s until 2004, the massive treehouse has an estimated 10,000 square feet. It also include a four-story swing set.

#:: & he would protect Her because he was all She had.#:: so he moved to be with Her.