#thebluehound

[naiveheroine--archive-blog]

thebluehound replied to your post: anonymous asked:Do you think that...

"No. Thank. You."

"Don't let her hear that you might hurt her feelings-"

[wroughtironhero]

Don't chase the rabbit, boys.

    “                    ”

    …I give up on sleeping for tonight.  There’s too much nervous energy left in me from everything that’s happened today.  This is the best time for me to start training.

    Just crossing the yard, my clothes cling to my body from perspiration.  The summer heat is absolutely brutal even without the sun out.  Still, it won’t stop me from doing what I need to.

    The worn old building remains as I left it this morning.  Closing the door wouldn’t make any sense, as there’s nothing of value inside and I’m the only one with a reason to enter it.  The useless, hollow replicas inside I can easily explain away as more junk I intend to repair.

    My training area is still clear.  Taking my seat, I prepare myself for the ensuing pain.  After a deep breath, I close my eyes and look inside myself.

              The same image as always.  I can’t explain why I’ve always liked swords but, it doesn’t seem to benefit me in any way.  The only talent I have is in archery, and my strengthening magic can’t do much to improve on it.  Seems the few things I’m good at don’t have any practical applications in my life.

    Forcing the image out of my mind, serenity overtakes me as the lack of thought makes itself whole.  A clear mind is the only proper way to construct a magic circuit, and keeping the object in place for too long can easily kill me.  My window to use strengthening is short, even with the endurance I’ve built to the experience.  I only wish the limited time I have to perform it would improve my rate of success.

    “          Trace, on.”

    The circuit is formed.  The sharp, burning rod grates against my spine.  I block out the pain and analyze the structure of the object in my hand.  A wooden sword will do nicely as a subject.  Finding the empty space in its makeup, I pour my magical energy into the cracks and hope the spell is successful.

    …

    …..

    …….

    …Unfortunately, and unsurprisingly, it failed.  The piece of wood shatters into and is rendered utterly useless.  I don’t have another object to reinforce, so I remove the magic circuit from my body before the pain kills me.

    Ten years of this, and still no improvement.  How am I ever going to be a superhero at this rate?

[ameniasan]

Remember me, pretty lady? Or still distracted by that stationary~

Ahem, stationery.Secondly,

[wroughtironhero]

thebluehound replied to your post: 

You missed~ I think I could get used to you being kid-sized. It’s like fun size, but easier to sit on.

    "I AM NOT YOUR SEAT, NOW DIE ALREADY, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!"

[wroughtironhero]

Awwww~ Who's a cute widdle Archer huh? HAHAHAHA.

    “CHOKE ON YOUR OWN LANCE, YOU MISERABLE MUTT!!”

[chainedgod]

thebluehound replied to your post: thebluehound replied to your post: Ugly blond...

Pfft. You’re not my anything, other than my annoyance. And what about that red and white /thing/ of yours? Tragic.

Your face is tragic.

[chainedgod]

thebluehound replied to your post: Ugly blond teapot

Says the one who wears snakeskin pants and a pimp suit.

excuse u I look fabulous, mutt. if it's a pimp suit it makes you one of my bitches.

[chainedgod]

Ugly blond teapot

"Are you looking for someone, onii-chan?"