please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please READ PEOPLE’S RULES PAGE.

i can’t stress enough how frustrating it is when people don’t, & BELIEVE me a role-player knows when you haven’t. before interacting with the individual, READ THEIR RULES. pay at least that bit of respect to them & READ THEIR RULES. most of them have the same content but others don’t so READ THEIR RULES. they might have important stuff on there about what makes them nervous or their preferences or information so READ THEIR RULES.

it takes 5 minutes or less, READ PEOPLE’S RULES PAGE !!

Reblog, click the picture, and prepare for battle.

after a while i became convinced that the words were mocking me

Nothing happened. 

I WAS PROMISED A BATTLE

*throws down gauntlet*

Edit: Went back. This is the best thing to happen to my dashboard ever.

Reblogging again because my followers need to see this. To be clear, rebog, go to your actual blog, then click the picture. 

aight

OH MY GOD I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT

DO IT

WOW IT REALLY IS SOMETHING FREAKING GOOD PLEASE CHECK IT OUT

Okay, if this is a rickroll I swear to…

1) It was not a rickroll

2) It was super awesome!

3) No jumpscare or anything designed to freak you out, so doesn’t need an unreality warning (YMMV, of course).

Suspicious but curious. Curiosity wins!

attention all writers following me- try this or you will lament.

confused

“ Chrommmmmmmmmmmm, wake up !! “ // @oxidation-corundum

The Huntsman slowly stirs awake; the morning light blinds him, and the warmth from the blonde hugging him calls him further to sleep.

“Mmmph...give me a few...my alarm hasn’t beeped yet...”

I hope. It probably hasn’t...

“So. If you could describe Atlas in a few words. How would you describe it? Are you able to describe life for both upper class Atlesians and …. the not-so-upper class?” The brunette had always been curious about the difference in between classes in Atlas, so she figured she might as well ask someone with more knowledge of the place.

“Hard. Harder.” It was a quick, firm answer that came from Undina’s mouth. Hard words from a graceful voice.

“The upper class is selfish, manipulative, all about social standing. The lower class can hardly find a way to scrape by...and the middle class is non-existent, despite what the news would say.” Her arms fold, and she takes few deep breaths, steadying her breathing.

A fun thought, home.

Starter? Maybe?

Tittania quietly stares at her weapon as she sips her coffee, idly twirling the blade of her prized weapon between her fingers of her free hand around and around…anger management. Wasn’t that a thought? A distant one, but a thought that had come and gone. Rage…it was useless if it wasn’t contained. Made one so easily blinded… “At least you know when to stop and breathe.” She sets the weapon against the wall once more, gaze sliding back to the fashionista.

“Snow Queen? I haven’t heard that one before…not entirely original, but it’s not the worst thing I’ve heard. That would be ‘Titty’, and the one that uses it…” Her hand tenses up, and she lets out a deep sigh.

“That aside, I’m here because I was curious; it’s not every morning you hear someone singing at the top of their lungs…”

That’s reserved for the nights where people drink.

“I was thinking it, but I didn’t want to say it.” Coco admitted blithely as Tittania referred to the ‘T’ word. She beckoned Tittania further into the room, seating herself at her desk, swivelling the chair around to face the snow-haired girl, and she crossed her legs regally, completely heedless of the fact she was clad only what amounted to silk underwear. 

“No no, curious I get.” Coco waved dismissively, then flashed Tittania a smirk. “Besides, I’m decent at singing, I don’t mind an audience. It’s the ‘wandering uninvited into someone’s room’ to satisfy said curiousity that’s different. I mean, it’s hard to put me off my game, most days, but that did it.” 

“But what’s done is done. So you here for the tournament, or what?” 

“Trust me, I hear it more often than not around here.” She follows the sophomore in further, moving to sit at what seemed to be a vacant bed nearby as Coco swivels around, clad in...

Well, aren’t you comfortable.

She focuses her gaze up at Coco’s face, giving a confident smile in response. “Putting you off your game would imply you were on it to begin with; I’d imagine you thought you were alone in the dorms...but anyway, I’m not here for the tournament.” She gives her weapon a light tap on the floor, producing a few thuds.

“I’m actually here as a student. Being a Huntress at Atlas would mean I would serve the country first.” Her lips curl down in a sneer as she pinches the bridge of her nose, shaking her head.

“I wished to serve my family and myself, and staying at Atlas wouldn’t have given me that. If the nobles that sit in those ivory towers wish to watch things burn, I shouldn’t have to save them when their gardens are ablaze.”

Raven’s Song [Closed RP with nightmare-fantasia]

oxidation-corundum:

  Raven rested her chin on her hand, looking around herself for a partner. Her eyes eventually landed on someone around her age, who also seemed to be having a bit of trouble finding a partner. 

  She stood up and stretched out her back before approaching the male, taking the seat next to him. Since most people already seemed to be chatting with others, she decided to strike up a conversation as well.

   “Umm… Looks like you need a partner… And so do I. We might as well team up for the night… Since most others already seem to be taken. My name’s Raven. What’s yours?”

It’d been a while since he’d been greeted so enthusiastically; the line of work often meant a lot of coordination and trust, so to see this girl...Raven, was it? She just sat down in front of him, just like old times at Beacon...how long those days seemed to be.

“Chrom. It’s a pleasure.” He sips from a glass of water, staring into it pensively. “Is everyone really so organized? Maybe everyone just knows each other...”

Bonds (Closed RP with ms-belladone)

A scoff escapes his lips as he lets out a low sigh, shaking his head. “I’m not wise, much less a sage.” Chrom shuts his eyes as he leans back on the bench, letting out a deep sigh.

“Wisdom is subjective; I’m not the smartest, and I don’t think I’d make for a good leader…a companion, an adviser, yes. But leading a team of my own one day, as nice as it would be? I don’t think I’d do well.”

Blake looks back over at Chrom, taking in his reluctance. “I think you’re selling yourself short,” she says. “Maybe you wouldn’t do too well at first, but leading is a learning experience.” She gives a slight humorless chuckle. “Not everyone can be a leader, I know.”

There’s a slight pause as she collects her thoughts. “You might surprise yourself. Look at my own leader. She’s 15! That doesn’t exactly scream ‘leader’ to me.” She smiles a little. “But somehow she does it. I’ll admit, I didn’t think she’d do so well.”

She turns back to him. “Don’t play yourself down.”

“Your own leader being 15...” Chrom places his hands on his cheeks, rubbing them a bit as the realization sinks in deeper:

A 15 year old probably makes a better leader than I do. I don’t even have a team. Oh Dust, why.

Chrom sits there for a while, contemplating his life choices before silently standing up, lips straight and eyes hollow. “...I...think I’ll go back to the dorms.”

Spotting the Thread [Closed RP with pxleides]

oxidation-corundum:

“Right.”

  She glances curiously at her, before taking a final sip and recapping the bottle. It was a rather last minute, asking for her assistance, she could only hope she didn’t inconvenience the other student. 

  “Me?” She was somewhat surprised by the question though she really shouldn’t have been. Head tilting, her pointer finger tapped the bottle idly as she thought. Of course, she was keeping the ‘meaty’ preference more in mind then her own. She wasn’t too picky herself…

“Well, there was this ramen place I recall seeing, I believe they have some meaty things. I think There was also a beef skewer stall….” Pyrrha suggested.

The gauntleted hand drops to her side after a quick moment of typing, slipping her phone in the pocket of her rather short shorts before walking along the path. “Ramen it is, then. Nothing beats a nice, large bowl of ramen after a long workout...at least, if it’s light.” Her lips curl up as she walks with a bouncy cadence, not too dissimilar from her tone.

“Soooo, you’ve been training pretty hard there, Champ. Think you’ll knock’em dead out there?”

Writing Tip

because I see this everywhere and most people don’t know about it. The hyphen(-), the en-dash(–) and the em-dash(—) are three completely different things with completely different uses. If you write fanfiction, it’s likely that your readers won’t care, but if you want to submit a manuscript for publishing, you need to know the difference. 

The hyphen (-) is the basic symbol you find on your keyboard, and it’s meant to only be used for hyphenated words (well-being, two-thirds). 

The en-dash (–) is a slightly longer dash. It’s usually the width of an uppercase N, hence the name. You can find it by looking through the ‘insert symbol’ option in MS word or many word processors, and it is meant to be used to show a particular distance, or for intervals (May–August, 1900–1916, pages 12–22)

The em-dash (—) is what people most commonly use, but they refer to it as a hyphen. It’s the longest dash, about the size of an uppercase letter M, and you can either find it through the list of symbols in your word processor, or some word processors actually automatically transform two hyphens (–) into an em-dash  (—). It is meant to be used as a break in the sentence, in a place where a comma, semicolon or colon would normally be used or as a break in dialogue. (Her niece—the daughter of her oldest sister—is the one over there.) 

*All three types of dashes are normally meant to be used without any spaces on either side of the dash. 

Alt+ctrl and the minus sign for the number pad works to create the em dash… Not sure without the pad but y'know

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tumblr friendships are hard to maintain like im sorry i know i havent talked to you in 5 months but you’re still super rad and i still consider us friends im just dumb

#if you’re wondering if this is for you #it’s probably for you

If I have ever messaged you or messaged me and never heard from me again, I still consider us friends. I just suck