#dark-armsweapon

[strengthsorcerer-blog]

dark-armsweapon started following you

  “Hmm.”

[parancico]

-Url slide, all breakfast club style- c: Only if you'd like

 send me a url & i’ll talk pretty about them; NOT accepting !! 

my opinion on;

character in general: she’s an angel, you just can’t h8 her !! uvu how they play them: omg ur writing is sO great like how do u do that ??the mun: they seem sweet. wish i could know them better. c:

do i;

follow them: yesrp with them: a few times ?? mostly through asks ??want to rp with them: yEEEship their character with mine: he is not worthy of such greatness

what is my;

overall opinion:

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

[surpass-the-gods-blog]

It was one thing to have him drinking. It was another to have him drinking and then Blatantly lying about it. “Great, You’re not then” She’d retort “Then you should be able to run upstairs and get my Jacket before we leave” Normally, she’d get her own, but in this case, being as intoxicated as he was, he wouldn’t question it. Or walk straight up those stairs as well as he thinks he would.

She found her stash of a wine bottle or two gone, and then one half drunken one tucked under a pillow. He wasn’t as slick as he thought he was. 

“You heard me.” She’d prompt him again. Arms crossing a she stood in front of the door, establishing that it probably was better to stay in now than leave.

Oh boy, maybe just because he could drink now didn’t mean he should...apparently a bottle of wine contained a lot more alcohol than he bargained for. But it was his 21st birthday and, as far as he knew, no one had any plans for celebrating it and he’d chosen to celebrate on his own. But then Tsubaki had called up the stairs that he should come with her, wherever it was she was going...

So he’d weaved down the hallway, carefully made his way down the steps with the help of the stair railing that he leaned heavily against, and made his way to her where she was waiting in the entryway. He was met with a look of disapproval and her question of “Are you drunk?!”.

Of course, he’d flat out lied, kicking himself mentally when his words came out completely wrong. She’d called his bluff and he knew it...because he had no idea if he could possibly make it back up those stairs. He turned around and squinted up at the daunting climb, suddenly it looked more like Everest than a staircase!

“Hmm...I’ma try, ‘kay?” he murmured and lifted one foot in an attempt to place it on the lowest step. So far, so good! Step up, repeat, hold on to that railing tight when things started to blur together. Yeah, he could do this!

Nope. No, he couldn’t. Halfway up, he slid down the wall and sat on a step, resting his cheek on his right palm as he gave up the climb.

“I can’t make it..is too high...too high.”

[surpass-the-gods-blog]

@dark-armsweapon wanted a starter with Dog!Star

The last thing he recalled was being overcome with a strong need to nap on his way home from school so he’d veered off into the park and laid down under one of the trees to catch a few winks. It was a beautiful day so he saw no harm in passing out on the grass for a bit.

But the next thing he knew he woke up feeling very different. Yawning, he rolled over and pushed himself up onto his feet...but something felt off, WAY off, about his legs so he looked down to assess the issue.

What the...?!

He thought he’d yelled the words out loud, but all that came out of him was a loud yelp and he bounced sideways, all four paws, yes paws, leaving the ground as he did so. Spinning around he tried to get a good look at himself. Fur, paws, a TAIL! 

Help! Help! Someone help! 

Without a second thought he started running in the direction of the street and home but only succeeded in tripping over his own paws.

This was going to take some practice...so he slowed down and focused on moving his legs in a way that felt right and kept him moving in the right direction, slowly adjusting until he was able to gather enough speed to go at a trot and not faceplant into the sidewalk. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he arrived at his front door...and realized he had no way to open it.

So he did the only thing he could, placed both front paws on the wood and started scratching it loudly, whining pathetically in hopes his partner would hear and be able to help.

[surpass-the-gods-blog]

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It wasn’t very often that Tsubaki raised her voice at him, most of the time she was calm, gentle, understanding, patient….but everyone has their breaking point and she must have reached hers.

Black★Star stared at his weapon, wide-eyed, as she yanked him to a sudden stop right in the middle of the sidewalk by his forearm, and not kindly! She was glaring down at him (no matter what she always seemed to have just that tiny bit of height on him and it was a little irksome) and her violet eyes were blazing.

To be fair, he deserved this sudden outpouring of wrath…he’d been pushing his limits with her patience all day long since they woke up that morning. The first sin he committed was the oh so typical male mistake of leaving the toilet seat up, the second was dropping his half empty cereal bowl in the sink without rinsing it, the third was taking a swig straight from the milk carton, the fourth was getting into a friendly fist fight with Kilik on the way to school which resulted in a badly split lip which dripped onto the white of his pants…which would end up in the laundry for Tsubaki to do later. He’d shown up late for class and then fell asleep in said class. He’d left school without her to head back home. And just now, when she’d caught up to him, he’d walked too close to her and bumped her nearly off the sidewalk…and not apologized. 

That must have been the last straw.

He leaned backwards a bit as she got closer, almost seeming to grow in height and loom over him as she condemned his rude behavior, telling him he’d been selfish since he rolled out of bed that morning, her finger waggling so close to his nose that it resulted in him going cross-eyed to look at it. He let her go on for a while, because he knew she was right, but he wasn’t quite sure he deserved to be scolded in public for it.

“Ts……Tsu….hey listen I….” he tried to get a word in edgewise, just to tell her to hold off on the lecture until they got home. Honestly, she was starting to attract strange looks from passerbyers and it was starting to make him feel a bit embarassed. His attempts were thwarted though, she ignored him and continued, her finger dropping from his nose to his chest to poke him and accentuate her annoyance.

“Black★Star, I swear sometimes you’re the most….”

What he was the onlookers never actually got to find out because the Meister grabbed the hand she was jabbing him with and yanked her forward, simultaneously gripping her chin in his other hand to steady her and keep her in place, and kissed her. Hard. 

After a few moments, when he’d felt her stiff shoulders relax against him, he pulled back and looked at her seriously.

“Can we take this back to the apartment, Tsu?” 

She seemed to think about that question a moment longer than he thought necessary before a wicked grin crossed her face and she turned around, glancing over her shoulder to give him a wink before dashing off in the direction of home. Obviously she’d taken that wrong…

“I meant the yelling…but that works too.” 

[surpass-the-gods-blog]

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Roleplayer’s Ask Meme

✘ :Any head canons you’d like to imply on you character but know they wouldn’t fit?

▼ :Are there popular head canons for your character that you disagree with? Why?

⌘ :Where do you get some of your inspirations for plots/head canons? Offer an example, if possible.

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1. I don’t think so, no…so far all my headcanons fit well.

2. YES. I saw a tumblr post about a headcanon that Black★Star is Transgender. The basis for it was so weak and unfounded, one point being “because he’s voiced by a woman” and the other point being he “wears a binder” which is just the top of a tank top in the basketball playing scene (because, hello, a few episodes later he come walking into the classroom with no shirt on and he definitely lacks boobs). Not that I have anything against Trans characters…it’s just not a logical headcanon at all.

3. My inspirations for plots usually come from books, movies, shows and sometimes the trappings of my own mind. Most of my headcanons come from just moments of pure randomness, other people’s headcanons which pertain to my character (god bless that stargazing spot headcanon, Bee), and from studying Black★Star’s character and manerisms in canon (such as the dylexia headcanon from his bad grades and lack of ability to read his textbook in the Super Written Exam episode and trying to read the title of Excalibur’s book to Kid in Episode 9).

[gattonoir-blog]

@dark-armsweapon || x

                  Chat hisses as he FEELS his body lightly being shook. Even with the SLIGHTEST of movement, his body feels as if it’s being torn to shreds even if it’s already half way there, probably more than HALF of his suit covered body is covered in B L O O D even if most of it is painfully dry he still feels the pain and sees the events that previously happened flashing through his brain. Only much pain can be removed by man’s hand and sometimes some pain still SLIGHTLY lingers from traumatizing events.

                   He CRINKLES his eyes and swallows thickly tasting blood, and COUGHS, but groans and a shaky hands moves to hold his stomach where he was STABBED. He moves to look at his BLOOD STAINED GLOVE hand and regrets it instantly because his stomach feels like LURCHING. All around him he sees, feels, smells, and even tastes blood. His BREATHING is shallow as his limp figure rises and falls slowly. He peeks out an eye at what seems to be a very concerned female. He parts his pale LIPS to speak, slightly coughing to clear his throat, and licks his dry lips before furrowing his brows in slight confusion.

❝What happened? T-They took her, didn’t they?❞

                    He managed to CROAK out between clenched teeth. He seethed BREATH out in between his lip and hadn’t even NOTICED he was biting his lip until it was too late and he tasted blood. He groaned, he wanted to taste something DIFFERENT, something other than blood.

❝I-I tried to save her but...they got her before I could reach her. A-And then one guy stabbed me, another landing a kick upside my head and I passed out like this...G-Got any water?❞