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I couldn't do my chores in peace. This torment is all because Goomy ( @equalchange ) got me thinking about Mori constantly having a posey of girls following him around school. I used to think of him either a) with Honey, or b) alone, but never option c. The idea of him having an army of girls in his shadow is so funny to me, because he would seldom pay attention to them. Poor girls.
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my rp experiences !!
🎭 - a blog i miss writing with
honestly, it's from @assassincraft 's days, i've had that blog for 10 years, and now i moved him to @aoikiri, but, i miss @killrball / @akyoubas-a aka/lime !! i love love loved them when they played sugino, and that's how i met them !! i have no clue where they ended up, if they're still around by a different name. but aka, you were such a good friend and got me into tbhk in the long run with amity too, thank you so so much for all our shared times if you even see this.
🐠 - why i love or hate the hobby
i... love it. love. i've met so many friends that like, are irl friends to me now.. @allconfetti and i met back in 2013 and she LIVES with me now. wtf. (hi emi ily can you make sure the upstairs door is locked <3)
i also met another ex friend that lived with me until last year too on here.
and i now know @coldfrcnt who i fucking text every day at 4:55am almost on the dot when im getting ready to unlock my store front. jack and i know so much about each other, they mean the world to me. so so much. @invinc1ble and @symbicide are stuck to me too, hanging out with all 3 at cons together with me.
i have 7 different friends not on here anymore that i have on FACEBOOK and keep up with irl, that know me so well. deep platonic loves and friendships.
one friend lives in the uk i met in 2012 that visits me EVERY YEAR SINCE 2021 and we've never stopped talking (jude you are the best, i know you don't have a blog anymore but i will die for you).
fucking @sieraph and i are gonna hang out when things die down in life and less schedule conflicts. @chaoskalo can only escape me for so long, next time i travel back out there i will come north, you will not be free of my grasps and autism.
all of this because i made a stupid tnbc rp blog back in 2012... and after that died out in 2015, i moved to nagisa. 1,500-2,000 followers on each of those 2 blogs, and i gained so many warm, irl friends.
i've meet lifelong friendships, connections, room mates, family from here, connections i'd be sad i didn't have that i do have now. it feels warm, comforting, and so full of joy.
@equalchange sent : they slunk behind colonel mustang for a while while wearing the face of his lieutenant , brows pinned together at the bridge of their nose , hand holding the gun in the same way hawkeye does . eyes switch between walking forward and roy , maybe some nerves clawing at their insides for how long they can get away with this . a move needed to be made before the loyal militant followed him like the puppy she was and ruined this whole act . maybe his flames would target her instead , that'd be lovely , but … too risky , what if he catches on ? things were too easy right now and it was making them cocky . " sir , wait , " they say in her voice and he stops , he stops ! oh , is it truly that easy ? were they scared for nothing ? envy can't help it as a grin carves on their lips , wider then any human's mouth should go , and they move quick . gun is holstered and hands shoot out to seize him by the wrists , twisting until arms were behind his back and pushing until his shoulder meets the rough edge of the wall , " you've left your lieutenant to fend for herself for quite a while , colonel . i sure hope nothing happened to her . " they decide to play the mental game with someone living this time , it might actually work .
the atmosphere is thick --- twisting the coiling tension settling in roy's throat to a lethal whip awaiting to be unleashed , to crack and split the air in half . the colonel's hand itches with a force enough to suffocate even the last bits of air in this cursed underground --- digits bent , draining the blood surely to turn his skin white enough , numb --- a sensation his mind does not bother to register in the slightest . he wears his crown in the form of a scowl , deeply carven into features soaked in a wrath awakened from slumber --- unable to be purged from his system , no --- rather rejected , refused . something wants to chain itself free , crawl out of a pit reserved from his very own personal time spent in hell --- finally , finally ! release ! his lieutenants voice leaves him to clench his teeth , halting with the remains of the restraint he musters up .
about to turn his head , merely cock it to the side --- before an unusual set of movements has the colonel reacting a fragmented second too slow . it flashes before his eyes --- fuses itself into a beast laced by the infernal irritation of having been tricked --- damned fool , you fool ---- and the audacity of having the enemies' hands laying themselves upon him . his stance staggers slightly --- pushed with a force he is too late to counter . you'd be dead on the field . you'd be dead , roy . it snaps , like a quivering arrow begging for a release he is about to grant --- eyes widen , ivory flashing alongside a low growl stretching itself through his throat . right where his wrath bubbles up , between the obvious guilt morphing itself into a submission of another kind --- he grants it , he grants it --- his mind blanks , reverses into a compass guiding him merely by a sentiment . with everlasting fuel to last him to enter the even lower rings of hell . the side of roy's face meets the wall --- cool against his rising temperature until the shock drains him to succumb to something of such sweet taste almost to be savoured --- horrified eyes falling on his lieutenant's amused gaze locking him into place . giving yourself away , " you have a death wish , " , growled through clenched venom spat , through blank blindness , veiled in a falsified demeanour of calm , " that i'm about to grant you until you will beg for me to stop . " this isn't riza . this isn't his lieutenant . it's not her --- move , move move !
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🌈 ― aesthetically pleasing blog
@sunsweets, @rosahope, @mogaita, @dexheld / @nosenipped - hardcore. These blogs consistently have my jaw on the floor, dude. It's like everything they touch turns to gold.
⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character
@boombambaby, @equalchange - there's no convincing needed, you folks just are your muses. ( particularly your ed and envy, goomy - I haven't had a chance to read more of your threads <3 )
𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺. ( accepting. ) + send in one or more of these symbols for me to pick one blog or multiple i wanna shout out that i think fit well into the category
@equalchange sent ⤻ “You’ve got something on your cheek.” - riza . . . ( accepting )
his brows shoot up , very much in service of eager curiosity and perhaps the very rare occurence of his lieutenant's sharp perception to point out such a triviality . in the midsts of work , scattered paper to be combed through . on some days , it chases roy into his dreams until the jet black ink becomes fluid once more , drowning held page and his vision altogether . yes , it should have been a quiet minute , dedicated to eating lunch . he's settled on a compromise ( always decided in haste with himself almost recklessly but never with others ) , splitting up the remains of a small plate of spinach quiche .
his eyes don't leave the material laid in front of him once , until hawkeye's voice suddenly pulls him out of his tunneled attention . and even then --- his response takes the form of a questioning hum . it is truly out of the question , for the colonel not to have listened . he simply deems it an unimportance not worthy enough , to disrupt his work in this very moment . cutting corners under pressure .
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@equalchange sent : book, receiver helps sender get a book from a higher part of the shelf. ( ed ehehehe )
admittedly , central command's libraries were significantly larger than east city's . they specified on fields of alchemical practice , roy must have last taken a peak at in his earliest years . a clipboard and numerous files are tucked underneath his arm , while passing the shelves until --- the significantly smaller stature of a very well - known state alchemist under his command , falls into his vision . how absolutely fitting --- it evaporates the visible exhaustion right from the colonel's features . edward , clearly struggling to grab hold onto the thick , leatherbound ( and dusty ) volume , that seemed to slip further into the back the more the younger tried to pinch it , was cursing quietly to himself .
for the passing of seconds , roy , halting at the same spot since he had spotted ed , simply continued to watch him . amusement of any sort had become too rare these days after all , specifically after his transfer to central city --- he figures , he should have savoured the moment much longer but instead . . . a sigh , as if to once again come to ed's rescue . " need a hand with that , huh ? i'm more than happy to help , you know . those higher shelves are hard to reach , if you are that short . " if it hadn't been for the stretching smirk , the playful tone and the crinkles around his eyes --- perhaps the honesty of his tone could have saved him . fingers hook into the top edge of it's sturdy spine --- tilting it until his full hand wraps itself around it . offering it to ed with a blooming innocence of , " not that i'd know how that feels . " framing the colonel's blindingly bright smile and a gentle shrug of own shoulders .
new universes are far from new to them , in fact universe hopping are currently his plans . anything within yggdrasil's grasp can be accessed by them , enough back doors & one can peacefully travel without needing the bifrost . . . even if he does enjoy the occasional dramatic entrance . with infinite variations of midgard , who are they to deny a little mischief making ? this version of midgard works on magic , the science of it . it is rare for mortals to take this approach to it . he finds this the correct way of approaching it but not applied correctly , he's not sure what is holding this world back from practical application without the use of hands . well , from what they've gathered from so far .
they find solace with the dead . pondering his next moves to cause a disruption but as all great artists do , they hit an art block & of which has became present ever since he arrived . sadly , solitude ends quicker than the attention grabber , they opt for an attempt to ignore it but it is he that whoever's presence it is wish to refers to .
( " hey , " said gruffly , a clearing of their throat as they're perched . people watching as they do , yet not bothering to disguise themself as they lounge on tombstones and fences . " what's wrong with you ? " what a polite way of putting it , envy ; their nose for sniffing out when people aren't human isn't as keen as other homunculi , but something was weird about this guy . maybe a point of relation ? they were thinking about it much too hard , a perceived threat on their own livelihood . call it shapeshifter's intuition . @equalchange spoke . ) the tone doesn't suggest care for his current dilemma but they do not care as the love for theatrics will always find home in their heart . fingers splay across his own chest , eyes falling shut , head cocked ever so slightly upwards ; words laced with faux woe & sorrow , ❛ i , loki the king of asgard , god of stories , god of mischief , creator of lies . . . am plagued with incoherent thoughts . ❜ as their words end , her hair beings to grow enough , gaining the ability to thoughtlessly wrap strands around their finger . a feminine rendition of their previous voice continues the show . ❛ what shall one do when artistry is just out of their reach ? ❜
@equalchange sent : "blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver." ( riza ) ⤻ NON VERBAL PROMPTS ( accepting )
in the midst of countless battles and entire wars shouldered --- should colonel mustang not have shown as much surprise at his subordinate's orderly gesture . he knows , he would have done the same . this man has traced the lines of his back with the bare graze of a digit countless times . has destroyed it --- just to watch it heal by his very own touch again . the cool mint of burn ointment snakes its way back into his mind first , gilded by memories of seasons long passed ---- before it ultimately settles in his heart . such was the foolish fault of roy mustang . it laid itself to rest like an afterthought , misplaced and almost shunned . riza's touch is precise , calculated . the necessary amount of pressure --- neither more nor less . within an unfolding chaos of mayhem , the dogs of war stick to each other --- so had it always been and so it would remain .
beyond the radius of alchemical reactions throwing blue lightning , shaking the earth to its core --- beyond the bullets of arriving soldiers flying above their heads only to sink into the fog of war --- the world stops for them both to almost collide against each other side by side . gravitation pulls them , as if attached to naught more than a string instead of their own bodies --- and before the dust on the colonel's face has began to settle , the lieutenant's pressing voice grounds him back into a blurry reality . squinting through the settling gust --- arm shielding the lower half of his face . yes --- from somewhere , blood must have started dripping from his temple , chasing the lines of his face , settling in the crook below his eyes . his irritated groan evaporates as soon as lieutenant hawkeye reaches towards him , in quick precise motions and it takes a mere second for the colonel to comprehend his intentions . " lieutenant , are you alright ? " an assessment of concern . he would have turned his head really , if it would have not interfered with the efficiency and need for focus . no time to get sidetracked . so then why does his gaze peel itself off the battlefield --- to settle on riza with such ardent intensity ? eyes of melting coal , scanning the other's features slower than needed . he'll take this damned pause , if he wants to , the colonel argues with himself . " i'm getting tired of these damned attacks , in the middle of the city . too much rubble flying around . the next one might knock me out cold . " a cynical , yet humorous remark as he remains unmoving --- tilting his head lower by the slight , to give his lieutenant easier access .
