Wintry winds; cold heart

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I wish some OC roleplayers would realise that canon characters don’t have it as ridiculously easy as they seem to think. I am not belittling the issues OCs face, but someone once said that canon writers ‘have everything handed to them on a plate’ and it really isn’t true. We do face our own problems; being ignored in favor of another version of our character, being accused of writing them wrong etc. So while yes, OCs face many hurdles, please don’t think that canon writers have none.

Just started up this blog and I’m severely lacking people to follow. Please like or reblog if you’re an RP blog that’s open to Homestuck! Doesn’t necessarily have to be Homestuck, I’m open to interacting with everyone! Fan characters and original characters included. uvu

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Kai would admit, possibly later, that he’d been actually rather surprised by the fact that his own son’s blade seemed to have disappeared. “Heh. You think you’ll be able to beat me by copying Takao’s disappearing act…?" He said almost smugly. However, currently he was baiting him, seeing how he’d react to it. 

"Pay attention instead of baiting me... I've leveled the playing field while you were busy taunting me." he stated calmly as sure enough only now did the ice phoenix reappear. "Now, give me your best!"

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Makoto blinked and trapped the mobile-phone between his ear and his shoulder to free his hands as he undid the chain from his bike wheel. That was weird. What could Gou possibly have to him that he couldn’t say in front of his Dad? Makoto winced as hundreds of possibilities began to flood his imagination. Maybe he’d accidentally used up all his Dad’s facepaint- or flushed Dranzer down the toilet - or gotten someone knocked up!!! …ok, that last one was probably a product of too much lousy t.v., but Makoto wasn’t about to rule out anything just yet.  "Um, ok? Sure. Where’ll i meet ya, then?" he asked, slinging a leg over the bike frame and setting his foot on the pedal.

"...Just meet me at the park." he grumbled before hanging up the phone, sitting underneath an oak tree waiting for Makoto. "...How to say this.. How to ask this...?" he mumbled to himself.