"Naa~ Ojii-chan, what do I do with all this coal you've got? Perhaps it'll make you warm since you're so Goddamn cold," The pinkette released her tongue in a teasing manner; an eyebag dragged down to taunt him like a child.
@konpakuhime
“Leave it be. Its our supply for the winter.” He answered her taunt without looking up from the newspaper. “If I was as cold as you say -- you’d be in need of a warm bed and a roof over your head, wouldn’t you?”
[[Disclaimer: Don’t read unless ur a nerd and u like redin’ emotional bollocks]]
So today is a very important day for me. I had made this blog for a few weeks and it just floated. I used to be on tumblr roleplaying frequently as part of a group years before. It was a good time; but it ended a long time ago. Those people moved on and so did I.
However, I have never really abandoned my Marco muse - for it felt like he always held a place within me. Beckoning me to return and play him once again - so with a strong push from konpakuhime. I did.
But I was filled with anxiety and nostalgia after having some very rough years ...so instead of engaging, I just kept to myself, a lot more cautious. I began to think about dropping the muse again - what was the point... I thought?
But then one day. I wrote out my frustrations in the form of a drabble.
And then I had a message asking if they could reply to the post. It happened to be orewahida and without sounding really cheesy. I guess he rekindled the flames of writing and the muse I had WELP. The cheese. It smells like Gouda.
Then he introduced me to surgeonofheart and I started to finally feel comfortable in my uh-... wings again.
In fact, one of my muses would definetly not have existed in public eye if these guys weren’t around so those of you who love Vic - It’s these nerds to be thankful to.
So it’s been a year since I’ve been back on tumblr on this account... but it’s also been a year since I made some very important friends.
They brought me out of my shell and I’ve met some incredible people since then - now I couldn’t see myself leaving tumblr, not when so many of you make me so very happy. So I’m a loser and this is an appreciation post of sorts. Now I’m going to go to sleep... cos it’s late and I am definetly going to pass out at work tommorow having spent the night trying to get this done. But I have no regrets. Not one.
It was a cold, wet evening when Mihawk had finally returned from his travels. He had refrained from pirate terrorizing on this journey and had instead merely collected supplies. The swordsman found himself doing so more often now that he had two residents in his home. Roronoa had plenty to do while he was away. The man was still failing to properly imbue his blades with aramant, and as such, was forbidden to drink until he had. Of the items the Warlord had collected while out, was sword polish, various food items, some odd things at the ghost woman’s request, and a very tempting cask of sake. Visuals seemed to work quite well on the swordsman, and the stubborn green-haired man was in need of some cruel motivation.
However, upon entering the home and shaking the rain from his cloak, he heard a racket from within followed by a strange and pungent smell wafting through the air.
Was something...burning?
Leaving the parcels in the receiving room, Mihawk made his way into the castle until he found himself in the doorway of the dining room. There were chaotic clangs coming from the kitchen, and the swordsman caught a flash of pink from the door.
“Some people laugh at the optimist,
Perhaps call them a ‘hippy’, a ‘loser’, a ‘daydreamer’,
But who will be the loser?
-
Because, for bad things to happen,
Good things must happen too,”
(+) 5 years of rp experience (11 months on tumblr - It’s almost been a year!)
(+) OC and AU friendly
(+) Not Really Selective