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PSSST. Hey.

Any FMA RPers interested in being a part of a wonderful group of people from all different fandoms, where everybody is koala tea and supportive and nice and downright awesome!?

Then you should totally join AURP!! It’s an ‘elite’ roleplay group for any muses/OCs of anything asian-inspired!

Pretty please!

It’s a closed group but it’s loads of fun and adskjdfshdbf-

Okay goodbye! Hope to see you around soon!

thearmlessartist

Please yes this should be a thing.

#fma #fma roleplay #roleplay #rp

A Word

So to anyone still following, sorry for the inactivity, but it's time to say adios. I'll be dropping Rin from the group, but keep Toph. So yeah.

asofteryamaku

#rin tezuka #outofartist #wow it's been a while huh?

Hiatus

Just for a little while longer! So sorry to people I'm threading with, and yeah, I know that taking such a long break is practically guaranteeing people will drop threads with me,BUT it must be done.

I got school work to be sorted out before I can fully enjoy RPing again.

#to be deleted #outofartist

Witch, Ghost, Faerie, and Siren.

Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?

ONLY ONE THING? Well damn.

I guess I would have people practice much more empathy. If people exercised genuine empathy, they wouldn’t think to harm others, cheat them, steal from them, or leave shitty comments on Youtube.

Ghost: Do you have any regrets?

Where do I start?

Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?

I would make Lemony Snicket (a.k.a. Daniel Handler) write me a book personally. Like it doesn’t go in print but stays with me. O_O I love that man.

#outofartist #ooc day #munday #monster ask

Nymph, faerie, genie C:

Nymph: What are you like when you’re by yourself?

Terribly uninteresting. All I do is read and go on Tumblr, haha. I also sing. A lot.

Faerie: If you could get away with anything, what would you do?

I’d steal all the books I want from Barnes and Noble, then get a job there. Yeah. XD

Genie: If you had one wish that would come true and couldn’t be reversed, what would you ask for?

I’d wish for a life lived such that when I’m old and about to die I can look back on it and say, "Damn. That was awesome."

#aprettygoodliar #outofartist #ooc day #munday #aurp #monster ask

ϟ Monsters-themed Asks!

Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?

Werewolf: If you had to spend your life with just one person, who would it be?

Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?

Ghost: Do you have any regrets?

Frankenstein: Is someone telling you how to live your life, or are you an independent person?

Mummy: If you were to fall into an eternal sleep, do you think anyone would miss you?

Zombie: Do you miss anyone right now?

Faerie: If you could get away with anything, what would you do?

Nymph: What are you like when you’re by yourself?

Mermaid: How far would you go to keep the one you love?

Shapeshifter: What would you change about yourself?

Banshee: If you knew one of your loved ones/best friends had only one day left to live, how would you spend that last day with them?

Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?

Genie: If you had one wish that would come true and couldn’t be reversed, what would you ask for?

Fury: What is a word/phrase that you dread to hear?

Incubus: What would someone have to do to get in your pants?

Succubus: What’s one thing you can’t live without?

#outofartist #ooc day #munday

walken-stand

Taking A Dive (Claire & Rin) AUTropical

walken-stand

Claire smiled at her hesitant, yet stern, resolve—

"Do artists swim?"

—before an uncommon look of utter confusion replaced it. Either Claire hadn’t gotten used to Rin’s stream of conscious thoughts, or her random musing had come out of left field, but he was thoroughly caught off guard.

Once again, he stuttered to find a response. “Well, I would think so—”

"Maybe almost dying was part of that. I think you cheated fate, Claire."

"I guess so, you might as well count blessings in disguise, even if it was…" He couldn’t find a way to finish his thoughts. This peculiar girl left him tongue-tied, her unorthodox thought patterns something that left him bewildered. Of course, cheating fate was something he did regularly, at least Claire thought so. Yet he still remained stunned at the prospect of what he just cheated it from. Either way, Rin was someone far from the norm, as the rumors had poorly informed him.

The redhead turned towards Rin, a hint of worry hidden amidst her pensive look. Her thoughts seemed scattered, thinking about her decision to learn how to swim. A soft smile formed on Claire’s lips. Her attitude reminded him of a childhood friend. Lucky always had that look, whenever he doubted his ability to lead the Gandor family. He had respect for him as, for the carefree criminal, the ones who worried themselves over others when in position of power were often the ones better suited to lead.

"You promise you won’t let me drown?"

Her question brought him out of his reminiscing, turning to see her looking up, eyes filled with doubt for the assassin. His ever-present smile once again softened. To his mind, there was no doubt that he wouldn’t allow harm to those he promised to protect, but he knew that she looked to him for assurance.

"Of course I won’t! Well, I did almost make you drown, but that was by accident… Anyway, there’s no way I’ll betray your trust after the front I just put up. So yes, you won’t drown. I won’t let you drown, and that’s a promise!" He spoke with a boisterous voice brimming with confidence.

thearmlessartist

Breathing a sigh, something between relief and frustration, she looked out into the water. Well, if she was going to almost drown, she may as well either prevent another incident or finish the job trying.

She still fidgeted nervously as she was led into the water, and looked at him again, a question in her eyes.

"Well what do I do first?"

#walkenstand #thearmlessartist #taking a dive #I AM SO SORRY #I can't express my regret at making you wait so long #also wow the universe heard me and now there's a toph reserved #well damn

flameignition-deactivated201402

Unintentional Meeting ll Zuko & Rin

The man was already knee deep into the city’s surroundings, remaining as silent and quick as possible. An outbreak had occurred not too far from his current location. If you listened in closely enough, loud argumentative voices and scuffling in the distance could be heard in full. Cautiously, Zuko stayed along the uncommon areas bestowed in Bunkyo City, navigating from one wall to the other effortlessly. Though he had retired the Blue Spirit—his ninjalike alter ego—he couldn’t shake it’s skill, for it was innate. Landing on the ground effortlessly, he moved quickly over to the sidewalk to blend in with the other moving bodies. He felt the skin on the back of his neck tingle and immediately became aware. Nothing struck him quite as hard as needing to be careful of what lurks behind him. Turning slowly, his eyes roamed over the form of the person who was seemingly following him.

He didn’t recognize them and immediately became suspicious of their intentions as it was obvious they were seeking him out. Suddenly, his surprised expression lessened as he noticed her eyes trailing off to stare at his scar. The usual response, it seemed. Without a doubt, his father had left his territorial marking for all to see.

This wasn’t going to get anywhere without conversation.

Breaking the silence, the royal spoke.

"Let me guess. You want to ask about my scar, right? It’s as simple as it looks. I was burned in battle by my father at a young age because of a misunderstanding. I’m stuck looking like this for the rest of my days on this earth. But does it even really matter to you?"

After flaring up temporarily, he continued staring at the strange person. How would they choose to respond?

thearmlessartist

Rin was wandering about the center of town, having been chased out of the spot she had taken to lying down in to watch the clouds. the shouts and scuffle of a fight broke out around her, so she decided to leave. It was getting dark anyway, she reasoned.

It wasn't as interesting, but she had taken to people-watching over by a lonely street corner, and up until now, not much happened. It was then, in the height of her boredom that she saw it: A blur of motion somewhere in the corner of her eyes.

From her place on the roof of the Yamanaka Flower Shop, she could see it was a tall boy moving stealthily along the walls and sidestreets.

Now that was interesting. What could someone be doing, sneaking around town like that? Was he a ninja? An assassin? There were definite possibilities here.

She nimbly rose to her feet and followed him from the rooftops. When he disappeared across a street from where she could not follow, she dropped to the ground an continued her intrigued pursuit.

It was when the boy stopped and turned around to look right at her that she noticed the huge scar across his face.

It wasn't anything extraordinary, by her standards, but then again, she had come from a school for the physically disabled a few months ago. She was no stranger to burn victims. In fact, she had met a girl whose burns covered the entire right side of her body.

She gave him an unimpressed look, used to the touchy attitude she was greeted with. Her reply with sincere, if blunt.

"No, it doesn't. I was wondering why you were being all sneaky. You look interesting, and not many people are that interesting, you know."

It was after this that she remembered his earlier statement, about the battle with his father. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she approached him, trying to get a closer look at his face.

"A battle? What kind of battle involves fire? Did he shove you into a fireplace or something?"

She never stopped to consider how her words would be taken, but that was her usual way of speaking. She failed to grasp most rules of social etiquette even at the best of times.

#thearmlessartist #flameignition #i cannot yes #unintentional meeting #sigh i want to RP Toph now

inkrton

i’m gonna do a thing this october called kreepy katawa’s when I dress up the girls in spooky costumes

here’s rin in a jack-o-lantern suit.

#KAWAII #outofartist #happy unhallowen

What is this?

Rin stared at the paper on the floor, evidently slipped under her door while she was sleeping. Creepy.

" Zashiki-Warashi? What a strange name," she noted dismissively, still too tired and loopy from the cold medicine she took last night to wonder what it was she was missing.

Maybe she shouldn't have eaten so many of the candy-flavored pills. It did things to her head she wasn't sure she liked very much.

Looking at the opposite end of her room, she realized what it was she had lost.

Her drawing.

The one Hisao made of her all those months ago. The one thing she held more dear than anything else. Gone.

Her displeasure was immediate, and she let out a sigh of frustration.

"The only thing to do now is get it back, I suppose."

#thearmlessartist #animeunleashedrp #auspooky #haha event time!#woot #aurp #submission

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It had been a particularly difficult case. Or so he heard, one where it was just simply overly simple that the only thing wrong with the entirety of the story had been that there was no evidence of the person murdering the person.

The case was simple enough: the victim had been obviously stabbed, but there was no weapon on the scene and there wasn’t anything around the victim’s body that could be used as a weapon for the fatal wound. The area was simply cleaned and devoid of any kind of hair follicle, DNA of any kind, and any fingerprints. It was as if they themselves were simply a ghost that never existed. If anything, he found that perhaps several teenaged boys who were in way over their head could perhaps help out with the case, but this had been an exception. There had been a witness to the murder, but it seemed that the person had a hard time of sharing pieces of information that might inform the police of what it is that they needed to hear for it to work in their favor. It was as if they were simply talking to a wall, one who’s stubbornness did not seem to fade with time.

If anything, she kept asking for paper and a pen, which ended up becoming her tools in her… art. It was a concept that always seemed to escape Sousuke’s understanding, but understood enough of it that he even had taught calligraphy at one point. It was something that he probably go back to just to get a peace of mind whenever his plans would need a break from or just simply needed to try to refresh himself on any possible ideas that he can use for later.

Glancing over the files, he entered the police station with a quick, leisurely glance around before continuing on inside. It was as messy as he had assumed it to be, but then, being organized and clean had never really been their strong suit, but it when it came to a little more important things, they were as neat as they could be. As of right now, however, it seemed the offices were in disarray trying to interrogate the suspect while the other half of the force were trying to communicate in some fashion with the witness. They were failing…

Her eyes caught his attention, glancing in his way at the new face, he assumed. He bowed his head slightly before being quickly briefed some more about other cases when an officer came to him and seemed adamant about his request, “Ne, Aizen-sama, is it possible for you to help us out with this case? We’re really stuck on this and we sort of wanted to see how it is you do your work.”

He waved his hands up, smiling almost bashfully before shaking his head, “I’m here on an errand, nothing more.”

”But sir! It would be great to see you in action!”

He sighed. He supposed this was what he ought to have expected since coming down to such a police station. After all, it was where he had started, but thanks to his high intellect, everything had gone according to plan to get him to the place where he was at… the top of the human world’s police force… and the greatest one from he could tell.

Walking over toward the girl, he sat down by her and waited for her to notice him. He noted that she had no arms, perhaps due to some kind of injury. But that wasn’t the point… she seemed into her own world while she doodled. When the officer handed him her file, he skimmed through it. Part of him had mused that this was tedious work, but what was one more thing to add of his never-ending to do list? Eventually, he finished before setting aside the file and just simply lounged in the chair while waiting for her to finish. Going at her pace would be much better and easier for her to open up then it is to make her go at another’s pace. It was… the way of an artist it seemed.

The room she was in was a small room, all around were windows that led to the offices outside, with blinds to hide whoever could be in the room as well whatever was possibly said. It was soundproof, perfectly for extremely private conversations that could not be shared in public. It also had the top of the line security where should anything electrical come into the room, it would be automatically disabled. The only exception was a still camera up in the corner of the room, taking pictures every time a person walked into the room or whenever the heat of the room began to rise or decrease in even the slightest matter. There was no flash, no indication of where it is, but it’s there. It was developed in a way that no one could do anything explicit or do anything against code in the room that he had opted to put into every station and it had helped several cases close. In the center of the room was simply a long, beautiful mahogany table with several comfortable black desk chairs lined up around it. There was still room on the side for any others who would be standing or anything else that needed to be shown in the room. He sat on the side facing her, where she was currently sitting on the floor.

Eventually, his voice rang softly toward the girl, “… May I ask what it is that you are drawing?”

thearmlessartist

Rin found herself liking this small space, the interrogation room, as it were. Not that anyone had been doing much in the way of interrogating, that is. It was all such a blur. Being taken to the station, seated, asked this and that, things she couldn't remember and people she had never heard of.

Whowasthiswherewasshethatdaywhatdidsheseehowdidsheknowthisorthat? There was so much in her head already, she felt ready to burst!

So she asked for a paper and pencil, and they let her have it, which was nice. It was so loud and confusing outside, and with everyone running in and out all the time, it was hard to gather her thoughts. The paper helped, though. It was almost therapeutic, putting things down.

Almost.

While drawing, she was thinking at a mile a minute, like the initial rush of waters from a broken dam.

Now that she could think about it, maybe this whole police business had something to with what happened last week...or was it the week before that? Time was kind of a tricky thing, always blending into itself like paints on a palette, only messier. Paints at least, could be seen.

Maybe... if she had the right colors, she could paint time. Yeah. That could be her next thing. Better write it down before she forgot.

“… May I ask what it is that you are drawing?”

The sudden intrusion of that deep voice jolted her out of her focused trance. Rin blinked up at the man in front of her at the small table on which she was seated, all the better for drawing with her feet.

He was lounging on the chair across from her, a tall, languid man who oozed authority and confidence. His face betrayed a pleasant, if not charming air, but she shivered a little when his gaze fell on her.

His eyes flashed like a blade flashes in the light. There was danger in his eyes, and just as quickly as she had looked up, she flinched away from the sight.

She turned back to her paper, at the product of her cathartic release of creative energy, and sighed. Just looking at it made her feel better.

"This. I'm not really sure what to say about it. I know what it is... but I forget the words to describe it. I don't think I know them, actually."

She stopped, squinting and turning her head every which way, like looking at it in another angle would help. With nonchalance, she continued her train of thought, talking more to herself than to him now.

"I had these things, these ideas all buzzing around in my mind, getting angrier and angrier, wanting out. I couldn't listen to the questions the police were asking me, it was so loud. I may have drawn time, whatever that is, among other things."

She said no more, adding the last touches to her work before releasing another sigh of satisfaction.

#ermahgerd #thearmlessartist #smilingdeceit #wow I'm sorry for the lateness of this reply #school has been pretty hectic #interviewing w/ stubbornness

Midterms are almost over, so I should be back more regularly. I'm sorry to all my partners for the disappearance, but fret not, I haven't dropped my threads or my muses. On that now, if anyone has decided to drop a thread with me while I was gone, could you please let me know? It's for organizational purposes, I won't be upset, really.

#aurp #thearmlessartist #outofartist #so sorry

T^T

I've been so busy with things, and I've recently taken on a large project for Halloween, and as such replies will be delayed for a little bit. I plan to clear a few plans for tomorrow to give me time to work on the project and maybe get in a few replies as well.

Sorry to RP partners for the delay. I love you all, and it hurts me to be some inactive.

#thearmlessartist #outofartist

When Can You Start? || Rin & Saya

It was a rather weird day for Rin.

There she was, seated in what felt like an expensive chair, waiting for someone named Saya to come into the office where she sat. To interview this girl. For a job.

It wasn't her office. It wasn't her chair. It wasn't even her job to do this sort of thing.

In fact, Rin hardly even knew the person she was sitting in for (no pun intended.) She was just a guest artist who got her stuff put up here on occasion.

There was no reason she should be there, and yet there she was, all the same.

---- 1 hour ago ----

Rin was seated peacefully by the Picasso and Dali exhibits as usual, studying the form and brush techniques for their own sake, when the lady from the front desk (whom she called Trudy not because it was her name, but because Rin thought she looked like a Trudy) stormed out, clip-clopping in her heels all the way out the front door.

Normally, she would have paid no heed if not for the fact that her boss, or rather the lady who called every few months for her work to be put up in a "local artists" show, came up to her with a fake smile plastered on her wiry, sallow face.

"Say, Tezuka-san, fancy seeing you here!" she called, putting her arm around her shoulders like they were good friends.

"Not really. I come here every other day..." she noted in a bored voice, trying to worm her way out of the older woman's grasp.

Ignoring her comment, the woman -her name was...Martha, right?- grunted as she began to usher Rin into the office, talking fast and with purpose.

"Look. You know what it takes to be a curator at a museum, yes? I mean, you're here all the time, and don't think I don't hear what some of the others say about your knowledge of art. It's crazy-"

"What do you want, Martha... your name's Martha, right?" The red-head interrupted. At this, Martha started, a glint of steel in her gaze.

"Mary, but close enough," she ground out, annoyed now. "I need you to interview someone coming in for a curator job today. Mr. Carmine's secretary just quit, and he's away on business. I would do it myself, you know, except I have a meeting to go to..."

Rin gave her a piercing look, one that betrayed nothing and everything.

" Oh come on. It's really more of a formality than anything. We need a new curator, and she's the only one that applied. It'll be easy. I'd be very grateful." she haggled, looking agitated, as though the strain of staying to talk was becoming too much.

Rin, however, cared not. She knew better than to take Mary's words at face value. Having been here every day, she observed the goings-on at the museum. She knew Mary was screwing the boss man. It wasn't hard either, given that they always happened to be out at meetings or at lunch at the same time.

It didn't matter to her much. Heck, she even found it amusing for a while. That is, until she got roped into something like this. The worst part was, they couldn't take it after-hours because of Mrs. Carmine.

"Ohreally?Thanksyou'readoll,bye!"

Before she could even protest, she was shoved into a room with a table and two chairs. Mary slapped a file down, and turned tail, leaving her alone to wait.

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