Hey guys! Iâm just the everyday new OC blog here!
Iâm looking for the following blogs to follow, so a reblog would be wonderful~!
D.Gray Man roleplayers
OC D. Gray Man roleplayers
Random other OC roleplayers.
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@troublesome--trainee-blog
Hey guys! Iâm just the everyday new OC blog here!
Iâm looking for the following blogs to follow, so a reblog would be wonderful~!
D.Gray Man roleplayers
OC D. Gray Man roleplayers
Random other OC roleplayers.
âȘ~
Put a âȘ in my ask box and Iâll put my playlist on shuffle and make you a starter based on the next song that playsLet It Go/Let Her Go by Sam Tsuii
Shit.
Shit.
Sasume bristled, eye flashing amber for a moment less at the Finderâs appearance and more at herself. She bit down on the inside of her cheek, jaw clenching slightly as she kept her gaze cool.
Or, rather, she tried to. She was tense, defensive, and she had a reason to be. Her training in the forest wasnât unknown knowledge to those who knew her, but what she made sure to keep to herself (and the Head Nurse) was the severity it could reach. Most, she guessed, just assumed the reason she would wrap her hands was due to a large amount of scrapes and the occasional cut.
And, technically, they were right â but only partly.
A large amount of the time that was all the damage would be, nothing but superficial, but this time was not the case. Now much of her skin was damaged, blood dribbling out of wounds in countless places and the flesh completely exposed in others, the scar tissue on the outside of her forearms and around her knuckles now primarily hidden by fresh wounds and making it clear where the marks had come from in the first place.
She took a slow breath and exhaled, looking at the man as flatly as she always did as she made to brush off the clear issue.
"Yes?" she said simply, hoping her indifference would somehow lead him to feel the same on the apparent issue. On the inside, however, she was swearing because god fucking dammit heading to the infirmary only as soon as the sun started to rise had always kept her from running into anyone when it was necessary to hide her wounds.
A calm rage came across her face, iris shifting into a bright amber as the pupil slit. She took a slow breath, resisting the urge to snap at him in whatever.
"I donât see how it concerns you, Finder,â Sasume was never one to care for something as irrelevant as position, but with how enraged he was making her she couldnât help but counter. Her eye narrowed, frown deepening. âEspecially considering my injuries are nothing but superficial. I know my limits, but you donât even know me.â
The blond stifled a laugh, amused by the Exorcist's speech. "Oh~? Did I hit a nerve, Exorcist?" He questioned, purposefully snickering at the end, for emphasis on his bratty tone. Her comments on his rank compared to her own made him bristle, however, only fueling his dislike for the Exorcist group. Â Bringing that into the conversation was stupid, only showing the other's lack of respect towards anyone but her own "kind".
"Well, if you know your limits, then I don't know how stupid you'd be to actually ignore them. I mean, you look stupid and all, but you'd assume that an Exorcist would have more sense than that." He retorted, hissing. "Then again, maybe you're the... ah, what's it called? All brawn no brain? I think it suits you."
He grinned again. "I don't have to know you to understand a limit, Miss. Just because you want to try and be hidden from everyone doesn't mean that you are. Even strangers."
Hiatus Over
So I'm back, guys!
Thanks for sticking around even though I left. Actually, if anything I gained three followers!
Anyways, I forgot who I owed things to, so I'll be hunting for those.
If you'd like to RP, feel free to like this for a starter, or send in an ask!
LOOKING FOR BLOGS TO FOLLOW
I would appreciate it if you reblogged this if you roleplayed anyof the following:
D. Gray Man
Shingeki no Kyojin (Attack on Titan)
OCs
Multi-fandoms
Not set to one fandom
AU Verses
omg Amy you deleted your blog?
Then you chose the same username as last time, you know it links to you again, right?
Nevermind you changed it, hahahah.
Ugh, yes.
You suck, you told me that only, like, ten people would reblog that. Not three hundred you liar.
Now I have to restart ahhhh, I donât even remember the blogs I was following!
Ahhh, I'm so sorry!
No but seriously I had no clue they would reblog it that much, to be honest.
The notes are at 1000, or something like that, too. It links to you still, ahahah~!
omg Amy you deleted your blog?
Then you chose the same username as last time, you know it links to you again, right?
Nevermind you changed it, hahahah.
REBLOG FOR A POKEMON BASED OFF YOUR BLOG
Iâll send everyone a pokemon based off their blog!
and I mean everyone.
Lavender~
LAVENDER:Â Distrust
"I donât know what I did to deserve this, but alright."
"...Ha. I was told to give you one, and that's the one with the closest meaning." He informed, a light shrug following the end of the sentence.
He frowned. "Not only that, but you don't have to literally do something to me in order for me to form an opinion, you know." And in this case, it was a generalization of Exorcists, but that wasn't a needed response to add.
@troublesome--trainee
That makes even less sense O.o
You would think omg, some of it is still on the ground, though, but most of it did melt, aahah~ Colorado is weird. It was cold in the morning, and then the sun feels like coming back to burn the hECK OUT OF MY SKIN.
this is my brother two years ago. we were at the park, just me and him, and he turned to me and said âkayla, donât you ever wish there were no bad people in the world?â i thought it to be a funny thing for a 5 year old to say, but shrugged it off. last year, he didnt come home from school, we thought that being only in grade prep, he mightâve decided to go home with his bestfriend without telling us, but he didnât. Â the school confirmed they saw him get on his school bus after the bell rang. but thats all we knew, the bus driver said that he had gotten off a stop early, my mother was frantically searching the neighbourhood for him. we never found him. itâs been two years and weâre still looking for him, he was such a beautiful boy, and i cant help but think the worst. he could be anywhere in the world by now, so please, reblog this, no matter where youâre from, you could save a life. xx
if you dont reblog this i have no respect for you. help save a childâs life.
this literally breaks my heart
this relates to my blog in 0 ways. but how can i not reblog this. you have to be one heartless person to not reblog this.
I really hope he is found.Â
oh my god. have hope. i wish you the best of luck omg <3
We are with you
Please reblog this beautiful boy to help the family find their lost son đą
 REBLOG THIS POST. FAKE OR NOT, I DONâT CARE JUST HELP.
this has nothing to do with my blog. but please reblog this. this seriously made me cry. i hope you find your brother, dear!
this breaks my heart
i donât really care if this isnât indie soft grunge or bubblegum enough and will âruinâ your blog. you could be saving the life of a young child and if you see this and choose to not reblog it then you must be a seriously terrible person. please reblog if you have a heart
I really hope he is found. Stay strong
Reblog Karma
Hey guys!
Feel free to read this or not. It might get a bit long, so I'll be putting it under a read-more!
However, before that I would like to state that this is my opinion, so please don't feel like you have to agree with it!
Happy Munday! For every â« in my inbox, muse will tell one fact about the mun.
Orson Scott Card, Children of the Mind
My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you.
Haruki Murakami (via oiseauperdu)
Good night~ <3
Night guys!
I'll respond to you all tomorrow, when I'm not as sad because of someone and their muse that just died on my bby.
Goodnight~ <3
Marksman's Last Shot
He should have understood what would occur.
Deep inside he knew that this would have happened. That he'd lose the one girl that treated him differently than the rest. The one that treated him as if he really had siblings. The small times they had sat by each other and just talked. Normally. The one goddamned time that he was allowed to feel as if he could finally understand where people felt akin to family, he assumed wrong.
Every ounce of his being wanted to tear into the creature that did this. That caused the separation to occur. He wanted to rip it's every limb from it's tangled body, to mangle up the very arms that dared to lay a finger on her. He was powerless to do so, and he knew it. Maybe if he tried, even though it wouldn't work, he'd be able to stay with her. With the one person he held close to himself.
He held her bloody head in his hand, gently. The blood had began to soak through her blonde hair, knotting it as it dried. The skin that normally held color was beginning to fade, her skin turning to that of paper. All thoughts of the creature left his mind. It wasn't about that thing anymore. If it killed him now, it would never be because of it. He would never think about it. Not now.
He swallowed harshly, bringing a free hand to cup her pale face. She's gonna be okay... She'll be okay... She promised. She promised she'd be okay...He hadn't noticed the tremors in his hand until now. She wouldn't leave him, not now.
When her eyes opened, albeit weakly, he felt his heart stop. She wasn't going to be okay. She wasn't going to be able to make it through. He had never felt so much pain in his heart, not even when his entire biological family abandoned him. She meant so much and he knew she would leave him. She would leave him, alone.
Despite his knowledge, he forced a smile. He couldn't hold it though. His smile began to falter, and tears began to form, heavily blurring his vision of the woman. Why was she smiling? Why at a time like this? She was dying and she was smiling at him. What the hell was her problem.
Her smile. It hurt. Why would she be smiling? "S-stop it." He murmured, voice low. "Why... Why are you smiling at a time like this?" The voice began to rise, not in anger, or frustration in her, but in himself.
"Why?!" He cried, never once losing sight of that smile. Great heaving sobs wracked his body-- he had promised never to feel this way. Not as long as he stayed away. Despite that... "You... You promised me that you would stay with me! You said that we'd go together, that you wouldn't leave me! Why would you do this now?! Why did you lie to me?" He screamed, never once letting her go. "And yet now that you're here, in my arms, dying, you have that smile-- that smile is still on your face! Are you mocking me? Laughing at me because I don't understand something?" He questioned, voice fluctuating with each cry.
No response came.
The blood that streamed steadily, trickling down her chin, reminded him back to something she spoke to him once. "You said that life was like a river, didn't you?" He began, quieting down-- sobs dying down with the girl's withering life. "You told me on that first day we saw each other, 'while a river flows together, it's made up of individual parts. That's what makes it's pattern unique. But because it's not altogether, sometimes the outside layers need to escape, and become something else. Sometimes they change forms, and are taken from their home; from the river.'" He paused, taking in a shaky amount of breath. "you said, 'but in the end, though they were taken from there, they do meet with the friends from then again, one day. Maybe it's not in the same spot, or as the same person, but they know when they find each other again.'"
Tears spilled onto the other's bloodied cheek, rolling down. "Is that why you lay there, dying in my arms, while holding a smile?" He asked, blue orbs watching for anything. Anything.
The girl did nothing but blink, slowly. He hadn't much time left with her.
He would let her sleep soon.
"I..." A long pause. "I'll meet you again, then. But, like you promised, you'll wait to see me again."Â
A forced smile.
"Because that's how life works, right?"
Ahahahah, sorry nicotheexorcist this is taking me so long! I've erased it so many times because I've made it really depressing to myself |D