#thorn-witch

[sootspritepoof]

☀ (I hope that's good enough for the Pokemon meme. Darn mobile. (Yes, I'm on a huge Pokemon kick right now. I blame Platinum))

Send me ❂ and i’ll tell you what pokemon your muse reminds me of

((It works! :D

Hmm. Let’s see.

Gen 1 is what I’m most familiar with, and I want to say Ditto or Aerodactyl. More likely Ditto.

Looking at Gen 2, she could be Mareep, Unown, Forretress, Marill, or a mix of Espeon and Umbreon. Most likely Unown.

Gen 3, Poochyena, Shedinja, Delcatty, Sableye, Skarmory, Shuppet, or Absol. Most likely Sableye or Absol.

After that, I start not really knowing much, so I stopped. Italics is the most likely in each Generation. The one across all three that reminds me the most of your muse would have to be Unown, I think.

Some of these I don’t know why I picked. They just seemed to jump out at me.))

[guitarvis]

thorn-witch replied to your post “themoodyranger replied to your post :((What do you crochet? Scarves,...”

(Crocheting has actually been a bit of a family tradition for me. Mainly making afghans for future generations and whatnot. I've been looking to learn myself, so I find it awesome that you crochet!)

((Same here! My mom learned from my grandma and my mom taught me, and I attempted to teach my sister. I also picked up “Crocheting For Dummies” to learn more types of stitches. ;*D So far I’ve completed one full sized afghan, a baby blanket, and a lap blanket. I’ve made a couple attempts at dolls, too, now that I think of it, but they weren’t the most successful experiments. =P ))

[evilsjin]

Arrested For What? (closed)

It was certainly not the situation you would want to introduce yourself to a person in.

 Pushing through the trees with his shoulder, Sjin winces as yet another branch whacks him in the stomach, unnoticed by the farmer with only the goal ahead. The smoke rising from a house was what he was aiming for, but being handcuffed with your hands behind your back made mobility much harder. Turning to the side and almost tripping over some tree roots, Sjin continues his noisy journey through the forest, crashing through the growths in a very ungraceful way, which normally would bother the hell out of him.

It had started out as a seemingly harmless joke while on patrol in the forest, Lalna and Sjin droning on with their endless conversations and not finding a single person to arrest. There might have been a little alcohol in their system, which led to Lalna joking about Sjin being under arrest for being “too handsome.” Agreeing with a drunken laugh, Sjin had no idea Lalna would admit to having hid the key, and teleport away in a fit of laughter.

The house came into view slowly, Sjin’s eyes widening when he finally saw it in full detail. It was a beautiful take on a log home, with elegant walls and glass, a modern twist on an idea so old fashioned. Sjin bites his lip and prays that someone is home, for both assistance with the obsidian magically/enchanted locked cuffs and talking about the architecture of the home.

Unable to knock on the door politely, the cop shifts his weight on his feet uncomfortably, standing outside and just glancing around for a brief moment. Nobody he knew could build this well, so obviously he would have to deal with making the world’s weirdest first impression.

“Hello? Anyone home?? I need help!”

( thorn-witch)