Wannabe Jedi Wizard

Rookie Warden of the White Council assigned to Vegas. Somehow managed to get a anti-hex rig set up capable of allowing me to use the internet again.

[musebasket-blog]

Please reblog if you don't mind your followers sending you memes and prompts even if you've never interacted with them.

[wizardwiththeironfists]

Theunseeliebastard :X

"Hello? Who are you?"

[theunseeliebastard]

None taken, I know what she was. Dare I ask how you met her?

[wizardwiththeironfists]

I was on the last legs of tracking down a magical serial killer who was in the middle of a ritual. She showed up and threw me out a third story window.

[fathergoku-blog]

imagine all your online friends living near you

[voxiverse]

"KNOCK KNOCK MOTHERFUCKER WHY DIDN’T YOU REBLOG MY POST"

[char-ivanov]

My muse has lost their memory and is relying on Sticky Notes strewn around to guide them.

Send anonymous Sticky Notes (“Sticky Notes” in ask box to specify) to help the character regain his/her/its memory, or deceive them into doing your bidding. 

[wizardwiththeironfists]

Theunseeliebastard :X

"Hello? Who are you?"

[theunseeliebastard]

Greetings Warden I am Hannibal Slate, and yes my sire was that Slate, and no I am not like him, Does that answer your question?

[wizardwiththeironfists]

Ummm, Slate who?

[theunseeliebastard]

Sweet Winter, finally some one who hasn’t met my sire.*pauses thoughtfully* Please tell me you’ve never met my dame, Maeve. 

[wizardwiththeironfists]

...

That psycho bitch had a kid?!?!

-cough- No offense.

[wizardwiththeironfists]

Theunseeliebastard :X

"Hello? Who are you?"

[theunseeliebastard]

Greetings Warden I am Hannibal Slate, and yes my sire was that Slate, and no I am not like him, Does that answer your question?

[wizardwiththeironfists]

Ummm, Slate who?

[wizardwiththeironfists]

≛ with ღ

≛ Our muses are lounging happily in a little boat.

ღ Our muses are enjoying delicious ice creams.

Leon leaned back in the row boat Eva had rented, as they floated across the lake with ice cream in hand. It was, a lot cooler then what he was used to, but instead of bundling up he relished the change in temperature. “So, any reason in particular you dragged me out here? Not that I’m complaining. Just curious.”

[wizardwiththeironfists]

"You know, I talked to the Merlin not to long ago about that pay thing. Might be getting a pay raise soon."

Leon grinned as he munched on his ice cream as well.

"Thanks, battle buddy."

[spellslingereva-blog]

"Convenient then, the prices on bombs might go up." Eva grinned, lazily licking her frozen treat, which didn’t seem to be melting too fast, even though she was taking her time with it. Ah bless magic!

[wizardwiththeironfists]

"… I went two years wardening without your bombs. I can do it again."

Leon stuck his tongue out at Eva.

[wizardwiththeironfists]

≛ with ღ

≛ Our muses are lounging happily in a little boat.

ღ Our muses are enjoying delicious ice creams.

Leon leaned back in the row boat Eva had rented, as they floated across the lake with ice cream in hand. It was, a lot cooler then what he was used to, but instead of bundling up he relished the change in temperature. “So, any reason in particular you dragged me out here? Not that I’m complaining. Just curious.”

[spellslingereva-blog]

"You’re overworked and underpaid." Eva said simply, between bites of ice cream. "Thought you might like a little vacation, and someone paid me with a cabin rental. Rowboat was part of the deal, nice lake, peaceful place." She grinned over at him, "Takin’ care of my battle buddy, that’s all."

[wizardwiththeironfists]

"You know, I talked to the Merlin not to long ago about that pay thing. Might be getting a pay raise soon."

Leon grinned as he munched on his ice cream as well.

"Thanks, battle buddy."

[wushuwizard]

Physical Therapy || Jess x Leon

[wushuwizard]

"I feel…damaged cartilage. Tendons. The bones feel pretty good, but the surrounding tissue is…badly torn." Jess said, not opening her eyes. "This will take some energy to fix it."

[wizardwiththeironfists]

"So order more pizza for lunch? or do you want something else?"

[wushuwizard]

"Its less about having the energy as generating it for the use. I mean unless you want me to ride you while I fix this, and I’m not recommending it, I’ll have to concentrate a lot. Probably draw a circle, too."

[wizardwiththeironfists]

Leon made a strange noise in the back of his throat when Jess mentioned riding him. Forcing the sudden vivid mental image away, Leon nodded. "So, circle it is then."

[wizardwiththeironfists]

♪

Travel Agency- Final Fantasy X

Leon sighs as he walks into the appointed meeting point for the exchange point. It was a small inn somewhere in the US. When he walked in, it was clear why this was the exchange point. Given the almost complete lack of clientele at the moment, it was unlikely anyone would blow a whistle on the deal. Leon didn’t really feel good about walking into a meeting without most of his gear, but that was part of the deal.

He walked over to where Cerys was seated with a bottle of scotch on her table, with suitcase full of cash in hand. He may or may not have teamed up with Terrance earlier to rip off a casino with luck magic. “So, kind of new to this.”

[sorceresswithoutborders]

"Seems to be all there." She said, finally. Calmly she took a small envelope out of the cleavage of her suit, all done in cool professional style, and laid it in front of Leon.

"You have my number if you need anything more." She said, standing up with the briefcase.

[wizardwiththeironfists]

Leon blinked due to where Cerys removed the letter from but shrug and picked it up. He slipped it away into a pocket figuring he'd open it up later outside the small inn. "So, good doing business with you, I guess."

With the letter pocketed and the exchange completed Leon headed for the door intent on getting his brand new guns.

[kingxfmischief]

Reblog this if your inbox is open 24/7 for plotting.

[askthearchive]

Paired | Leon & Ivy

Leon had to remove a gauntlet in order to check his wrist; Ivy knew many people had no inclination to pay their Countdowns mind, but aware as she was of the recent goings-on in this city, she wondered if this one simply hadn’t the time. The surprise written on his face when he saw he’d hit zero himself attested to that theory.

When he looked back at Ivy, though, that surprise hardened into something just this side of suspicion. Wariness was perhaps a better word. He asked how she’d known his name, and it seemed by addressing him by it, she had started this conversation off on the wrong foot. 

"I apologize if I unnerved you," she replied, and meant that. "I know the names of many people I haven’t met… I suppose I should have introduced myself as the Archive."

( wizardwiththeironfists )

[wizardwiththeironfists]

"Oh"

Leon stared at her fore a few moments more then a little stunned to discover his soul mate was the freaking Archive. Pretty much nothing about this meeting had gone like Leon would have expected if he had actually paid attention to his timer.

"Well, its good to meet you Ivy, I uh guess I can forgo the rest of today's patrol. So, umm, yeah."

Leon shifted about somewhat nervously, not only was he caught off guard by this entire situation but he had never been the most socially capable person around. He pursed his lips for a moment more before speaking again.

"Do you want to get something to eat? Eden Tavern is pretty good, and well used to me dropping by in full Warden regalia."

[dangerouslyfluffy]

"wizardwiththeironfists started following dangerouslyfluffy"

[dangerouslyfluffy]

Mouse almost seemed to grin at Leon, as if he knew what he was thinking. When the man spoke, the dog blinked…then huffed something that sounded suspiciously like laughter. First someone wondered if he was a werewolf, and now a fae creature. Silly wizards.

Well, he seemed mostly harmless.

He got up, padded over to the man, plopped his furry butt on the ground, and lifted one paw up in a polite ‘shake’ action, waiting for him to respond.

[wizardwiththeironfists]

Leon stared at the dogasaurus as it got closer. He blinked as it lifted a paw up to be shaken. Shrugging the young warden gently grasped the dog's paw and shook it. "So, what's up dog?"

[wizardwiththeironfists]

Theunseeliebastard :X

"Hello? Who are you?"

[wizardwiththeironfists]

((OOC: Ok, so, I have problems with drafts. Vis a vis, I get writers block on a few of them but not all of them, and that keeps me from doing the others. Because I feel bad about letting some languish while knocking others out with ease. So, instead of at least doing some of them, I end up doing none of them. That's going to end today. If I don't manage to beat the shit out of my own block on some of those posts today, I'm still going to continue on to the others.))

[hakamorra-archive]

FYI: This blog does not make greeting rps.

[wizardwiththeironfists]

However if you would like to rp then simply send a message and I shall happily write a starter. [ Or vise-versa if you wish to make the starter. ]

This blog accepts tagged rps as well as meme beginning rps.

[mrjamestx-deactivated20230327]

"O Captain! My Captain! Rise up and hear the bells. Rise up, for you the flag is flung, for you the bugle trills."

“O Captain, my Captain. Who knows where that comes from? Anybody? Not a clue? It’s from a poem by Walt Whitman about Mr. Abraham Lincoln. Now in this class you can either call me Mr. Keating, or if you’re slightly more daring, O Captain my Captain.”

"We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"

[willborden]

Standing on our desks.