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The elves have decided to start k i d n a p p i n g people now!!
Changes his mind midway en route to Lavi’s bedroom and dumps him into a trashcan instead.
@bookmans-lavi
Without another word, he hauls Lavi over his shoulder and drags his sorry ass to bed.
notice;;
ooc. –– this post is kinda long overdue, but I thought I’d finally let those who are still interested in writing with me know that, well, this blog currently doesn’t feel very at home to me anymore. that’s mainly my own fault tbh and rooted in my frequent absences, but I feel like I’ve fallen out of the dgm rp fandom a long time ago and nearly everyone I’d still wanna write with doesn’t really spend much time in it anymore either. so in the little bit of spare time I can find in my schedule lately, I set up a multimuse blog over at @inkbonds and I’ve been taking it easy and lurking over there in my free time ever since. I’m mainly writing in the bnha fandom at the moment, but my old sideblogs @tender-temptress and @lovecookery can be found on there too for those interested, and I’d be open to reviving my Lavi muse too once I’ve re-gathered some icons for him. so yeah, you can find me over there if you miss me on your dash, and I’ll likely return to Allen eventually cause he’s my precious son ( he’s not going to be moving to the multimuse, btw ), but right now I just can’t muster up the motivation to write here.
so that’s it for now, guys, see you around! x
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I love sarcasm. It’s like punching people in the face with words.
(via whengarfielddiets)
ooc. ––– heya guys, quick update from my side!! yeah yeah I know, I once again dropped off the face of the earth for a while. to be honest, life has been so busy for ... well, this entire year that it’s hard to find the time to settle down and log on here. I do miss writing and I also miss some of the peeps on here, but welp. real life first and all that, right? I’m doing fine tho, aside from that! still, it’s probably safer to consider this blog to be on indefinite hiatus for the time being, as, well, i happen to disappear for weeks/months on end without warning. oops, haha.
#out of bacon#mun post#i still love you guys tho i promise#i will be back eventually i think#maybe#right now it's just a lot of things at once and a completely new environment#trying to juggle the workload + making friends + being social at the same time#my downtime is being cut quite short at the moment partly due to my own fault#but I'm sure it's just temporary and it'll all work itself out to be more chill#so no worries!!#I hope everyone's well#remember you can always IM me or catch me on discord if you'd like to chat! I may be slow tho lmao#I'll see you all around!
ooc. ––– quick update, I’m sorry I haven’t actually been around this week! first proper week of uni hit me with work like a ton of bricks and I’m not used to the new schedule yet so I’m a bit of a mess! I’ll come back around eventually tho, and I haven’t forgotten the remaining starters I owe either!
#out of bacon#add to this a cold and nasty scrapes from one hell of a freshers trip lol#the latter of which are healing fine tho#but e h#they're still a bit annoying#not as annoying anymore as my runny nose is tho#sighs#aaaaanyway#idk if anyone even reads my tags#but pssst here's a secret for you if you do#I made a multimuse blog#dun dun dunnnn#quite a while ago already tbh#but I've been so lazy in setting it up pfft
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Shout out to all your internet friends who are gone.
Those messenger screen names that haven’t logged on in ages, some before detailed profiles were a thing on those services.
Those emails that are long since abandoned, some with domains that no longer exist.
Those online friends you knew years ago and who then helped shaped you in some way, who you just can’t FIND anymore.
Those people who once were, and hopefully still exist IRL, that seem to have no known internet life anymore.
And those who have actually passed on, and their online lives are now a memorial to them.
I miss you all. I hope life is/was kind to you, and maybe one day, we’ll somehow connect again.
ooc. --- yo! just a quick note that I won’t be around / working on drafts & starters ‘til monday at the earliest, nor will I be responding to anything else ‘til then most likely. catch me on discord or wherever else you got my contact if you need anything!
#out of bacon#mun post#I started uni last week & am about to go on a freshers trip#bonding and alcohol and all that jazz#pray for me#I'll see y'all on the other side#oh yeah also#I don't even know if I'll have reception there at all so like#if you poke me on discord/kik/whatsapp/whatever and I don't respond that might be why
@milleadh ♥’d for a starter
Hey, Nea ... ?
He will admit it feels beyond silly to have a conversation in his head, but if it works, so be it. Or well, actually – he’s not sure if it’s going to work; it wouldn’t surprise him if he just ends up making a fool out of himself. At least he’s alone in his room where no one can see him pull funny faces or something.
Er ... I know we haven’t exactly been off on the best start, but ... is there any chance we could try to have a normal conversation? Well, uh, as far as normal goes, I guess?
its-your-light replied to your post “its-your-light replied to your post “ooc. — like this for a starter...”
I do tag everything "#digimon tri spoilers" if you can blacklist. I'm trying to do that with RP posts as well, just in case. I'll do some brain storming and let you know what I come up with~
ooc. --- that’s really sweet of you! problem is, I often scroll through the dash on my phone, so blacklisting is kind of lost on my tumblr habits sadly ... but alright, I’m looking forward to your ideas! feel free to IM me anytime and I’ll get back to you! ; v ;
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:★; cards on the table.
He simply can’t understand ; why would Allen so much as flinch or shudder in reaction to the words that just escaped his lips. Words that formed an answer he had previously requested, too. An answer the Bookman apprentice would have been happy to avoid giving for life ; an answer he was intimate with, yet refused to dwell on every time it dared to cross his mind.
There were more questions fighting to be released, he knew that as well. Lavi could see it clearly in the manner in which the younger Exorcist stared at him ; how he was playing nervously, fidgeting as if anxious with the thin object that was meant to be kept hidden but, however, still to blame for the whole situation.
Is it, really ? A bitter part of him couldn’t help but to point out it was Allen, in fact, the one who had been going through his things without any kind of permission – and that had him tilting his head in silent accusation ; emerald gaze shifting towards the window a moment later, though. For if there was anyone that could manage to read him somehow… That would be the boy sitting right in front of him. He certainly had no desire to show his feelings any more than necessary.
“ That yer way of askin’ why it was still in my pocket ?” Voice soft, but lazed with detachment ; the redhead deemed it safe to cast a sideways glance at the other. Cursing the vivid memories and the clear echo of Road’s laughter that more often than not continued to haunt his dreams. Oh, the irony. Unable to hold back a low snort at his own track of thought, he shaked his head and looked down at his fingers ; flexing them distractedly. Remembering the feeling of a dagger clutched tightly in them ; blood staining skin. Familiar voices calling out his name.
“ Can totally have it back if y’ wanna, ‘Sprout. ”
Lips twitched in the faintest ghost of a smile at Lavi’s question. It held no humour, only an edge of appreciation for the other’s quick wit – take that away and what remained was the base sadness and guilt holding his heart in its cold clutches ever since Lavi’s attitude had turned distant.
Come to think of it, watching the redhead now, something felt distinctly off about his behaviour. It was not just the uncharacteristic hostility he had thrown at him initially – it was the jumpiness, the way his entire body seemed on edge, the way he appeared to be torn between fight or flight when fight shouldn’t even be an option to consider in the situation at hand ... or should it? Allen didn’t believe it should – no matter how wrong it had been to look for that card, there certainly wasn’t any reason for violence in response. It defied all logic.
“You can keep it, if you want,” he murmured distractedly, sharp gaze focused on Lavi in hopes of making sense of him. Allen was worried, overly so now, but try as he might he could not pinpoint what was going on exactly.
“Lavi ... what’s wrong?” His voice was soft, hesitant, laced with concern. He knew he was not exactly in the right position to plead for Lavi’s trust when it came to whatever was amiss, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to fix whatever he’d caused, and he was sure he had caused something somehow. “And don’t say nothing – you don’t seem like yourself at all, and I don’t mean that because you’re upset with me.”
its-your-light replied to your post “ooc. — like this for a starter !”
It would be so fun to figure out a Digimon/DGrayman crossover if you'd be down for it.
ooc. --- I’m not up to date with Tri ( I watched maybe the first two 'movies’ or something? I don’t remember, it’s been a while ... ) but Digimon was like half of my childhood, so if you’ve got an idea on how to go about it, I’m game!
#itsyourlight#out of bacon#I only rp with mutuals but in all fairness the only reason I'm not following you is cause I'm wary of spoilers#( I plan to watch the rest of Tri eventually lol )#so I'll happily make an exception here if you've got a good idea for a thread!#also hi hello it's nice to meet you#you can call me jana if you like!
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Running through the snow, rather than using her innocence to soar over it, is yet another fatal flaw in her spur of the moment plan. The ground has been sufficiently covered in a thick layer of the crunchy white stuff, and it’s akin to running through tar, really. She realizes all too late that she has sealed her own fate with her recklessness — there’s a dull thud as what is unmistakably a snowball makes contact with the middle of her back. She yelps as the cold seeps in through her uniform coat, leaving the fabric to cling uncomfortably to the skin beneath.
The first strike has been delivered, and Lenalee must admit that her adversary is more skilled than she had originally given him credit for. Still, to admit defeat after only one blow would be disgraceful! Allen is no fool – surely he realizes that his foe will not give in so easily. All the same, he has made a mistake of his own, whether he realizes it or not. Lenalee can surmise, based on the force with which the snowball struck her torso, that her opponent is nearby. Close enough to see her clearly, and strike without exerting an unnecessary amount of force. But where…?
Amethyst irises scan the immediate area carefully with the intensity of a predator. But Lenalee catches no glimpse of a black coat, nor the telltale red trim of the exorcist’s uniform. Which can only mean —
“Allen Walker! Are you using Crown Clown as camouflage?” The nerve! It isn’t unheard of for the boy to use less than conventional means to win in any sort of competitive setting, but to think that he would do so here, against her is – well, it’s actually an impressive tactical maneuver. Lenalee still intends to seek revenge for the dirty trick, however.
The moment his projectile hits is the moment he ducks again behind the cover of thick tree roots and the pointy skeletons of bushes, Crown Clown wrapping around him like an invisibility cloak. From his hiding place, he watches her whirl around and search for him, breathing shallow so as not to blow his cover with something as silly as a small white puff of exhale.
Her sudden outraged exclamation is answered only by silence – that, an ear-splitting grin spreading across Allen’s face. He won’t pretend he didn’t flinch, initially, and he knows he’s got another thing coming in the near future, but for now ... this is simply too good.
Fun or not, though –– with Lenalee’s gaze trained on his general direction now, Allen is effectively blocked from any further action. Even his snowy coat will only camouflage him if she isn’t looking directly at him, so he can’t move until she either looks away or spots him. He is a sitting duck.
Unless ...
Silver hues flicker left and right, trying to quickly gauge the most reasonable course of action. Ah, but there is little time to think if he doesn’t want to be discovered first. So without a sound, he coaxes a tendril of his cloak to dig its way beneath the freshly fallen snow to his feet. Carefully, he wills it to creep forward without noticeable disruptions, aiming for a bush about three trees over from where he himself is crouched. It’s a painfully slow process, and he soon begins to doubt the success of his plan, worried eyes glancing towards Lenalee every other moment, expecting her to find him before he can fully execute his plan.
A little more ... just a little ... there––!
c r a c k.
Unnaturally loud in the relative silence of their playing field, a small branch snaps in half, broken apart by Allen’s Clown Belt – which then swiftly flattens itself against the ground once more and retreats beneath the crunchy softness lest it be discovered. So much for his plan. But ... will Lenalee take the bait?
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Allen has an unfair advantage in their current environment. With his naturally fair skin and snowy white locks, he blends in quite easily from the shoulders up in this wintry wonderland that they’ve found themselves stranded in. A sudden snow storm blew into town as they reached the train station, and with no conductor willing to travel in these blustering winds that obscure one’s vision all too well, the two exorcists were forced to travel by foot or wait out the storm.
Having already completed their mission, and seeing no reason to rush back to the order, the pair agreed to stay in town for a while longer. After a warm lunch to fill their bellies, Lenalee suggested they take a little time to relax and enjoy the snow – and that leads us to the present. A fierce battle is being waged on the outskirts of town, away from houses and innocent bystanders.
Lenalee has sought shelter behind the thick trunk of an old pine whilst she waits for any signs of movement out in the field. She anticipates that Allen will become restless before herself, and be forced to take action, which will give her opportunity to strike.
And…There – Lenalee rounds the tree and kicks herself off of the trunk and into the air, snowball in hand and rolled into a slightly lumpy spherical shape. She launches the ball at her target, only to realize too late that it was not Allen, but a rabbit that caught her attention. Fortunately the creature is too quick for her and manages to hop away unscathed, but that only means that her opponent is out there, and likely preparing a counterattack.
With a squeal of horror, Lenalee drops to the ground in a crouch and makes a mad dash for another tree nearby. Her position has been compromised, and there’s no chance of survival if she remains stationary!
Allen loves the snow. There is something about watching the soft flakes dance in the frosty winds that charms his heart and smoothes his features into the lightest of smiles. It makes him nostalgic, too, reminding him of days spent walking that were drastically shortened by the simple fun of playing in the soft, crunchy whiteness, and of nights by the fire warming their hands and tummies with steaming mugs of melted snow. Simple times, and times he likely glorified perhaps a tad too much, but none of that would stop him from having one hell of a good time today.
It is a welcome coincidence, really, that they have gotten stuck here on their way back, and he had not found a single reason to complain when Lenalee had suggested a snowball fight. The last time he had had one .... he can’t even remember. And there had never been someone his age to enjoy it with, either.
She’s a good player, he thinks to himself as he observes their playing field from the relative safety of a sturdy, snow-topped tree. The fact that she hasn’t attacked so far shows how aware she is of her disadvantage and how ready he has to be for an ambush the moment he abandons his cover.
Before he can choose a course of action, he is granted the pleasure of watching her attack from not too far a distance, graceful yet fierce in her movements as usual – a smile plays on his lips at that. How amusing to see her devote this kind of determination to a simple game for once. It would have been something to marvel at, indeed – ( or be mildly terrified of, had he actually been on the receiving end ) – if her target hadn’t been an innocent little snow bunny.
Snickering quietly to himself, Allen uses her newfound state of panic as a cover to stealthily swing himself from branch to branch just behind the first row of trees lining the clearing they had chosen as their playing field, masked by the storm and aided by the long ribbons of his Clown Belt. She will likely become furious at him the moment she notices the additional camouflage that is his snowy cloak, but for now he intends to use it to the fullest. That she has given away her location is going to be her downfall, for now he can see where she’s running to for cover and ambush her where it hurts. He has to be quick, though – she is undoubtedly faster than him, and he doesn’t want to give her enough time to recover from her shock.
A snowball brandished in his right and a couple more carefully cradled by his left arm, he closes in on what is about to become her new hiding spot, near silently dropping to the ground and crouching behind a group of bushes nearby. Now to aim ... wait for her to slow ... and ––– throw!
ooc. – phew! I’m done for today. so here’s the status: I’ve finished up and posted all drafts I could find muse for except for one with @satanstories which is still in progress; I think I covered all drafts I received while I was gone but I may have missed one or two. still, I’m just going to say that if your thread with me didn’t receive a response from me today (and it is my turn), consider it dropped. however, that does not mean I’m not interested in writing with you / wouldn’t like to start something new! I will be posting a starter call sometime soon or at least reblog some prompts, so be on the lookout for that, aye?
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“I— I’m okay, thanks to you, Allen.”
Though he’d left the Order to aid him, it seemed Allen Walker was still PROTECTING him. The last thing he wanted was for Allen to get hurt, to be covered in bruises and cuts created defending him from constant danger.
“We should find an inn. You need to REST,” Johnny says, hoping that Allen won’t resist. Exhaustion was evident in silver eyes alone—not to mention the dark circles underneath his eyes. “Do you need me to help you?”
What a silly question, he tells himself. Not only did Allen surpass him in strength, he was also taller. Helping him walk would be difficult on a good day.
… But if it was necessary, he would have to try. For Allen. He couldn’t keep going this. This is why he’d come after him, wasn’t it? It wasn’t a question of Allen’s skill; he still needed someone to SUPPORT him.
No one was meant to do something like this on their own.
Johnny’s reassurance reinforces the smile Allen wears with a measure of sincerity – he truly is relieved to hear that the other is well. There had been too many times in the past when Allen had failed to protect the ones he’d sworn to shield from danger, and he was not about to let it happen again if he could help it.
“I’d rather we keep moving,” he admits, one hand coming up to rub the back of his neck and massaging it lightly. “They found us already; staying here any longer than necessary isn’t safe.”
He gives Johnny the once-over to scan for hints on anything that goes beyond simple scratches and speckles of dirt. If Johnny needs the break, they will have to make do with one and stay on guard at all times ... but there is no point in risking it simply because Allen himself could use a breather.
“Don’t worry about me, I'm tougher than I look, I promise.”