Mole

Book Quotes

“A hopeless feeling, however, doesn't mean that there is no hope.”

— John Okada, No-No Boy

doing this bc why not?

Day Three: Ghost of You

It’s the opposite of Helena. If I hadn’t watched the music video when I first heard the song, I probably wouldn’t like it so much. To this day, it’s one of my favorite music videos. The graphics are still better quality than today’s million budgeted movies. Absolutely spectacular.

I have a hard respect for the military, having a lot of family in the military, and also, my existence wouldn’t have been possible if my grandpa’s Western army swagger hadn’t romanced my elusively rebellious obachan. And, somehow because of all this information pushed into one perspective, it’s one of my favorite pop cultures songs to this day.

Word association Game!

Gift

doing this bc why not?

Day One: Helena

I didn’t like the song when it first came out. I thought the music video was cheesy. Then, this one friend who had been in my Spanish 2 class said he had a dream where the ballerina was me. For some reason, it gave me a soft spot even if I didn’t admit it until years later.

Post a random fact about yourself.

@wheels, that’s so awesome! 👏🏼

Ban the User Above You

Banned because I already have bacon and therefore, dun need to order any.

Do you listen to music while writing?

When I was younger, I had to listen to music, with specific songs for each game and character. It all sync’d up accordingly. Nowadays, finding time to make a post has become the entire goal. (Reading keeps taking presidency in my hobby hierarchy!) By the time I find time, I forget about setting up my cozy writing environment.

Every once in a while, I can escape to a coffee shop and get lost for a bit while writing a post. The coffee shop plays music, but I wouldn’t say I really entertain the music in my mind as I write.

Most recently, I have been enjoying the sound of silence. I think it started some years ago when my uncle took me out to lunch, and he didn’t play anything in his car. There was something serene and suspenseful about the event. So, in a way, maybe the lack of background noise is a bit more deliberate. ☺️

Word association Game!

Is

Ban the User Above You

Banned for ordering bacon.

Avalia

[sub]T I M E : One Week After Human Arrival
L O C A T I O N : A Random Warehouse, Port10
I N T E R A C T I O N S : @JJ Doe
[color=silver]T A G S :[/silver] @JJ Doe , @Conscripts[/sub]
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Rowan was ready this time. A repeat of last time was out of the question. He had his reasons. Pride. Honor. But also, the faint breath of his sister trembling against his skin. He could feel her cry of pain in the gentlest wind.

A less refined creature would have murmured something under his breath. Rowan would admit later, how he felt about Vasco was embarrassing and lacked self-control. However, under the heat of the battle, his mind was sharp and resilient. His experience was shining in his cold eyes. His beef with Vasco stayed in its place. Here and now, he was a an honorable warrior.

Both Aurora and Vasco were light compared to the Elven warriors he had helped before them. His body tilted, muscles flexing on his left side, swinging momentum from his right thigh and extending his right calf. His foot scraped over Whisker’s face, and Rowan caught himself, right foot touching the ground with vibrancy.

A cheeky wit was about to munch its way from the demihuman’s mouth, when Rowan’s opposite foot landed its dorsum across the enemy’s cheek. His head twisted with the crash. Saliva and blood sputtered where words should have been.

Rowan panted, taking the small moment to recover. His feet were ready, on toes. His legs, bent at the knees and ready. Eyes, piercing like a snake, calculated the stumble of Whiskers before the next move. His humanoid body fumbled. Muscles twisted to control his form. Feet mumbling against the ground before letting his body collapse. His body rolled, waist arching to push himself upwards, but another foot was already meeting his torso, this time.

Steel blue eyes darted around, anticipating the next needed move. His chest breathed in and out, extracting muscle and sweat. His Adrenalin was in-control.

The war hammer rested between the Light Elf and his next opponent. Without an owner it was useless, and his opponent was still recovering from some sort of clumsy stance.

Rowan decided he would not be using the hammer. He knew better than to put either Aurora or Vasco down. His feet moved quickly, again, with a bated breath. If he could out maneuver Ironboot then he would be guaranteed a victory. This all seemed possible as his feet broke into a sprint.

He was more agile than the Dwarf. His strength could theoretically be an issue, but he was going to risk his odds. His body danced around, swinging his kicks against a Dwarf that used his wrist cuffs as shields, until finally the Dwarf stumbled, again, on debris. The bottom of Rowan’s foot slammed into the dwarf’s large nose.

Rowan offered no prideful words as the Dwarf faltered. No rebuttal of victory or mocking shame. Instead, a clean cut with his heel to the ear, side of head. Just underneath the Ironboot’s headgear.