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to all of those wondering where I’ve gone, I’ve decided to put kurenai on a semi-hiatus to deal with things outside of tumblr, as well as other blogs. if anyone ever needs to find me, I’m most likely over at @ancestryfated.
hey there, alex back at it again with another blog, that darn hooligan!
so this like. isn’t my first rodeo with jaune. before this I wrote him for, like.. year and a half? just under two? anyways, let’s get the rambling out of the way, and get onto the good stuff! could you like/reblog this post if you would be okay with writing with a new jaune arc roleplay blog?? thank you!!
moral of the story?
be careful who you call ugly in middle school
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❥ “ My soul is made of rot and razor blades. Praise the day that I’m lowered in my grave…”
“you take care who you say that to; that might be taken for an offer, but maybe that’s what you want.”
thetimelessgxardian.
“Normally no.” He simply replied, letting out a soft sigh. “If you don’t, I’ll get it myself.” He then stated. The gash was rather large and deep. And his fine motor functions we’re not in their top shape. So this would be problematic. Luckily he had Kenós around to assist.
“no, you stay exactly where you are. don’t you dare move a single muscle.”
[ she feels pathetic helping someone else, especially a stranger. she doesn’t really want to, but it’s not like she had much of a choice now. ]
“don’t even bother. I’ll get it.”
loyaltytorn.
A soft sigh came from the male. “God, you’re pissy.” He’d had good intentions, or at least decent intentions, but it seemed she was still angered by him.
“Continue on, forget I said anything.”
“oh? if you can’t take being criticized, maybe you shouldn’t have said anything, anyways.”
[ petulant to the end, she rolled scathing eyes at him, almost as if it would actually change anything. a shrug of her shoulders, and an insincere smile. ]
“but, who knows. maybe you’re right. maybe I’m wrong, being so hard on you... or maybe not.”
me: I have too many blogs and muses!!
also me: wants to make an osana, doomslayer, jaune, etc
Jade, blush, azure, mint, moss. <3
color-coded positivity campaign.
jade - you are lovedblush - you are talentedazure - I appreciate youmint - I love your portrayalmoss - you are worthy
thank you, spring. I really appreciate it. <3
sorry I haven’t been here. I’ve been hopping between a bunch of different blogs, and I’ve been a little busy.
I’ll try to get to everything I owe tonight. if not, tomorrow will have to do.
lil test for if I actually do it
thetimelessgxardian.
His glowing gaze shifted to the stranger. “You would be correct.” He simply replied. His body was already managing the internal damage. However it was the external that was giving him trouble. Grabbed his dislocated arm, shifting it so that it was in the correct position before popping it into place. “Since you’re here, I’d appreciate if you’d fetch some medical supplies. The blood loss has messed with my fine motor skills a fair amount and I need some assistance stitching this up.”
“that depends on how wide the cut is. if you’re missing a good chunk, then I won’t risk stitching you shut. I’m no doctor.”
[ of all the things she had on her, medical equipment was not among them; she never needed it before, as she didn’t often have to worry about that. ]
“considering you asked me to go fetch them, I assume you don’t have any on you.”
Under The Circumstance;
storysenpai.
▛ ‘’..A House sized for a Lamia and the Lamia’s Children. It was built by my Hierarchy .. it is even too big for my Family and I.. even with how large I am.’’ Hakö made his way in after properly.. and rather audibly shutting the door behind them before latching the bolts and the absurd amounts of locks. Someone a bit paranoid? Hakö certainly is- thereafter he motioned over to a floorboard that audibly ‘clicked’ as his weight shimmied over it.. and after several seconds? A drawer about twenty-feet high lofted up and expanded outward with a gentle tug from it’s owner. It was about twice if not three times as broad as it was long.. and in it? Copious amounts of Armaments; Polearms and Scimitars, Katanas, Dirks and Machine Guns- Suits of Armor and Rapiers.. virtually any weapon he needed was stored here.. but he didn’t use any in spite of his proficiency in it. He turned the shelf around until it revolved to the back which held a Katana almost twice the height of her- a nine foot Katana known as whisper.. currently sheathed in an ebony holster with crimson ribbons adorning it. Such a broad space solely for itself.. now that entire area just emptied.
He made his way over to the couch nextly and ‘sat’ himself down and unsheathed his own personal weapon. The hilt and scabbard are deep cobalt and sable black equally whereas the blade itself is a solid cobalt. The blade alone is seven feet whilst the hilt is two feet. It’s weight could only be a guess. ‘’..I’ve only ever made a weapon like this once, one so fine and deft.. it is this color so none can see the length of the blade when it is used. If they cannot see the length.. they cannot defend- therefore they die. Whisper I’ve since called it.. isn’t it beautiful..?’’ He held it aloft- blade pointed towards her not in an aggressive manner.. but merely for her to take a look at it and even touch it if she so chose. ‘’..My scales solely merely painted that color.. layer after layer. I’ve yet to find anything harder than my scales.. not even my own Mother’s scales.’’ He sighed.. dreamily almost before gesturing with the free hand towards the shelf. ‘’If you have any weapons- feel free to store them in there.. they will be safe and free of dust.’’ ▜
[ dubiously, she laid her eyes on the hidden shelf; indeed, safe and clean they may be, but she would really rather not comply, ju- stifying this reluctance with consideration towards what she would have to do to get them back, something trivial in nature. ]
[ she didn’t bother to criticize him for the chosen angle, in no way doubting he knew better than to do it. still, she set her hand just below the blade, as though she was deciding to touch it or not, choosing not to after a moment. ]
“it is.. have you ever used it?”
[ it’s an innocent question, though she didn’t seem to realize it could be misinterpreted; she moved her gaze away from the weapon to pay heed to her own, slipping her knives and their sheaths out of her pocket. she knew she had to sharpen her knife, especially now; the altercation at the aishi’s left all sorts of dings and chips in the blade, not that she was all that worried about them. ]
[ she sheathed them, and placed them in an unused repository, placing her garrote neatly under it. ]
“how exactly do you make them?”
yanteru.
{ ❥ } At the grip on his shoulder, Yanteru nearly dropped his phone and turned to face the black haired girl again, now obviously panicked pressing his phone close to his chest. Why won’t she leave? Why won’t she leave??
“Together-? …A-are you a second year, too..? Why h-haven’t… I seen you around before…” Yanteru looked around, talking more to himself than to the strange girl. From afar he could see the the gym teacher heading to the faculty room – class will probably start any minute.
“We.. will need to hurry up then…” In his mind he agreed to walk with this girl, trying to calm himself. You’re overreacting, Yanteru… think about Taro… think about him.. “So.. your name is..?” ,he attempted to start the conversation waiting for his stalker to follow him so he could lead her.
[ she opted to refuse an answer, a daring move; knowing she put him off made mostly everything risky. the tiniest detail could set him off, and she had no way of knowing what that could entail; she had to play it safe if she wanted any of this to succeed. ] [ god, impersonating someone else would’ve made this so much easier. she’s regretting her decision to go without, now. ]
“um, yea... few seats behind you, to be more, uh.. specific.” a lie, just like everything else, but he [ didn’t have to know that. “and.. I’m kurenai. I transferred here from another school after my parents split.”
[ hands were shoved back into her blazer pockets as she calmly stalked after him, footsteps near silent, even if she was close enough to grab him. ]
sapphiircflame.
★ - “Big words for someone who’s just been trying to be scary this whole time.” The laughter was met with silence, If this was her attempt at humor then she was failing miserably. Her stance was as still as a statue, Minus the movements of her jacket and hood in the slight wind. She blinked slowly upon being looked at; the eyebrow and smile being met with nothing. Not even a bit of acknowledgement towards any sort of human gestures.
“Picking a fight with me wouldn’t be wise. Not unless you want to be a corpse on the ground.” she replied nonchalantly- she knew that she surpassed Kurenai’s experience in the way of pure combat; but perhaps she did evenly match her in terms of tactics and agility- this woman’s attempts to threaten or intimidate her were proving unsuccessful as Rock’s already slow heart rate didn’t even pick up the pace a little bit.. she’d seen far worse then her.
Her eyes narrowed slightly upon them being face to face; though her lips still remained in that ever present frown of hers.
“If it’s a fight that you wish for, Why not just grow up and start it? I’ll prove your thoughts wrong.” she told her. Whether or not this would turn into a fight remained to be seen; but there was always hoping. She was itching for a good fight now. Kurenai talked a big game, And now she’s angered even Rock… and it takes quite a bit to get her riled up. - ★
[ once again she turns on her heel, throwing her hands up in the air with an agitated groan. if actions spoke louder than words, then she was reading hesitation and anxiety in the other’s, a suspicion not worth commending or considering. ]
“you’re the one looking for the fight. don’t you dare pin this on me.”
[ impatient now, she turns towards her once more, leaning forward with her hands on her knees. for someone who was reaching her limit, she looked awfully serene; no presence of white knuckles, gritted teeth or narrowed eyes, though brows were furrowed, but when aren’t they? ]
[ she’s acting on instinct now, with little thought in her actions. words betray her outward appearance, raised and obviously agitated. ]
“it’s hard to believe you’re the same person who threatened to blow my brains out for ‘mocking’ you. you’ve done nothing but stand idly by without so much as a raised fist.”
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1. Nicknames? alex, mini-man, asshole, etc. list goes on. 2. Gender? male. 3. Star sign? aries. 4. Height? 5′11″-6'1″? 5. Time? 4 pm. 6. Birthday? march 26th. 7. Favorite bands? n/a. I do listen to a lot though. 8. Favorite solo artists? n/a. 9. Song stuck in my head? tool - right in two. 10. Last movie watched? n/a. 11. Last show watched? n/a. 12. When did I create my blog? dec. 27th, 2016. 13. What do I post? roleplays/ooc posts. 14. Last thing I Googled? I actally don’t use google that much. 15. Do you have other blogs? yup. 16. Do you get asks? not really. 17. Why did you choose your url? bc it fit with my interpretation of neme. 18. Following? 245 19. Followers? 190 20. Favorite colours? n/a. 21. Average hours of sleep? is ‘too little’ a number? 22. Lucky number? n/a. 23. What am I wearing? clothes? 24. How many blankets I sleep with? just one. 25. Dream job? n/a. 26. Dream trip? n/a. 27. Favorite food? n/a. 28. Nationality? canadian 29. Favorite song now? n/a.
tagging: @pacifanxiety, @yanteru
thetimelessgxardian.
At the sound of a voice, the man tensed up, energy flaring. Fantastic. He had a dislocated shoulder, a gash in his stomach, and a possible threat. This day couldn’t get worse. Ice creeped along the ground eerily, him being the source. Just in case he needs to defend himself. “If you’re here to mock or insult, keep walking. I don’t have time for your nonsense.” He growled his baritone voice muffled by his mask. He didn’t sound like he was in pain.
“please, you’re a wounded man. pretty sure some jabs at the trail you left is something you can live through.”
[ besides, she was useless at this distance unless she threw somethin at him, so it wasn’t like she could hurt him. ]
“I’d ask you what happened, but I seriously doubt you’d tell me, considering I’m a stranger.”
Under The Circumstance;
storysenpai.
‘’..A Lamia can hope, I suppose.. though it isn’t easy to find a Friend who also likes murdering. We are Friends, right?’’ In his head they are, but, he wasn’t getting his hopes up in the event that she was.. less inclined to mutualization. Hakö followed her, through the gate and into the street where he became Shepherd.. his House is actually rather close to this one- which made the ‘get away’ all the easier to execute, per se. ‘’..I do apologize for stalking you, nevertheless.. but my curiosity is a plague most of the time and.. I cannot help myself.’’ Melodrama ensued and Hakö half-balled a fist to loll near his foundational lip.. feigning melancholy over the soured demeanor.. though perhaps it could be mollified by the dinner he was going to cook for them both.. whatever that was going to be after all. He dropped the enacting of a depressive stance and returned to his normalized composure. ‘’Come, come.. we’re almost there.’’ Quite literally.. as after Hakö wedged himself before her, he traversed several blocks until they had happened upon a fortress of sorts..
A sable black situating of titanium alloy blending in save for the scanty descent of moonlight. The doors were about half the length of Hakö, give or take and following the color scheme of the rest of itself.. there are windows, yes, but all the lights are off.. or shrouded behind curtains. As with all Lamia.. Hakö isn’t the fondest of sunlight.. but Hakö merely procured a key- inserted it into the nigh invisible lock and shouldered the door until it audibly creaky and in turn gave way to the fray.. numerous lights flicking on at the entrance of someone. Immediately into sight became a Library of sorts filled with numerous tomes.. some levitating and others stationary- a couch sized for a Lamia as he.. most of the room is mahogany, save for the crimson and ebony kitchen to the left of the Library.. overhead hung a chandelier resonating a ghostly red light. Down the way, to the right were corridors likely leading to the other rooms. ‘’Well.. make yourself at home.’’
[ she’s uncertain as to how she should even answer that; one answer would be a white lie, while the other would be cold, not that she’s particularly interested in his feelings. ] [ she chooses to say nothing, shifting her gaze; enough to get the point across, but it spared her from having to say what he should know by now. ]
[ to say that she may have felt dwarfed from the look of the place alone would’ve been kind; standing only at a modest five seven, some of this was quite a bit larger than she was reasonably accustomed to, though that may have been thanks to his less-than-average size. nevertheless, it’s not like she minds- a big couch just gives you more couch to lay on. ]
[ she follows not far behind him, brushing unkempt hair out of her face as she gazes around the place; she’s not surprised to see how clean it all was. ] [ she wants to place her weapons somewhere she won’t lose them - a formality, she supposed, but it’s primarily a habit. she never slept with her weapons on her, as it would simply be unwise, yet having them near her was something she preferred. ]
“cozy... if a bit, uh.. big. compared to me, anyways.”