beautiful sinner of the moon

Hi everyone! So, it's been years.

I actually just logged in to apologize. I was an absolute bitch and pretty much a stalker on tumblr, and I did/said some really awful things about people. Definitely a harasser too.

So this is my apology to all of you: I am so, so sorry, and I hope that I didn't traumatize anyone long-term. I don't really care at this point if the people in question hurt me or not; what I did was over the top and not okay.

It isn't really an excuse, but I've noticed that tumblr tends to bring out the worst in me. It's why I haven't been on here in so long. So I'll be on here for a bit in case anyone has anything to say/yell at me, but after that I'll be logging out for good.

I hope you all have a wonderful life, and I do mean that with all my heart.

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. ]

"You don’t remember me? I’m hurt." Any other time, he’d have placed his hand over his chest in mock pain. (It was mock pain, right? The bug was so annoying, and… He’d thought he’d have made more of an impression by now.)

He saw the bug’s arm move to his left side, though he was too small for Waka to see where his gaze fell. “Ah, my little bouncing friend, do you really want to do that? You’re all alone without ma cherie to protect you.”

Inwardly, he winced. That had come out sounding like a taunt, and a fight was the last thing he needed right now. Still, he grinned down at the bug— something inside him didn’t want to show weakness, some misplaced survival instinct brought over from when he’d fought the demon.

A twig snapped, and he tensed. He span around as he placed his hand on the hilt of his katana— less powerful than Pillow Talk, but easier and faster to draw with a wounded arm. In the back of his mind, he hoped the bug hadn’t seen his injury.

Man does he make me angry….!! Just like that other pesky prophet!!

For a second she forgot about her cautiousness, and instead of drawing out her sword, Isshun began to jump around angrily as she always did. Her now red light trailed her as she did so, and she began to shout, “I CAN beat you if I wanted to!! Really, you’re no different from that pesky prophet! If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve slashed you to bits!! But….” She paused.

At least the bug's anger had been amusing, even if it was bad timing and he truly didn't want to deal with it. But this... He wasn't sure how to respond.

And then the bug leaned down and asked that question, and he saw something that the self-proclaimed artist didn't normally have. The slight twitch of his slender muscles was all that betrayed his impulse to leap backwards, away from what who was quite possibly a stranger. (Would Issun really be better than a stranger?)

You're hurt, aren't you...

[ Dear old friend,

Ushiwaka, I am currently crippled for awhile after being attacked by a pack of demons. If you possibly aren’t busy for a few days, would kindly come down and take care of me for awhile?

When there was no reply, he slid the door open.

He couldn't quite believe the state the god was in. And from a pack of what must have been minor demons? The weaker ones were more likely to travel in groups, after all.