i logged in here only because i hit the post limit on priere-d-aria hello i’m alive
but im not bothering to rp getting my phantom to 200 i’m so fuckin close
My queue broke on here.
I had like 10 drabbles and a week later none of them are published nor are they even in drafts?
I give up
I’m going hiatus.
I’ll return when Prince returns.
Muse is still active but idk i dont even like being on this profile anymore.
♠—By no means is this in the order that I plan to do them in, nor is it complete, but here’s the drabble schedule I’m slowly working out. If your name is not on the list and we have roleplayed before to a sense that Raven knows your character, do not feel hesitant to ask. But if you just toss a name my way I can’t exactly do anything. So yeah here’s names.
- Rem (radiant bishop isvael)
- Litchi (doctorlissome)
- Ragna (infernalrenegade)
- Carl (alle can)
- Rita (analyticalmordio)
- Karol (roaring revolution)
- Yuri (shades of orchid)
- Rasun (firstsonofatomais)
- Keitorin (keitan? I forgot what you made your url)
- Natalia (star embrace)
- Flynn (overdrive knight)
- Sophie (sophie lhant)
- Hazama (gluttonyfang / green tinted despair)
- Robo Ky (aka papa)
There is probably far more to do…
♠—Very well then. I suppose that’s an interesting idea. I’ll clean this clutter off as soon as I’m done. I’ll write up a schedule of who I’ll be doing later, so please, expect them to come out over the week.
♠—I hate to be impolite but you realize that I don’t always go to Maple because I’m depressed (or well, not feeling it as I technically have the illness), correct? There will be days where I’m playing only there and don’t sign into neither here nor my personal blog because there’s a 2x exp event and I’m training. Not to mention Maple generally has a lot of events and I’m taking advantage of the recent ones (from the Hyper update, notably the “Surprise Box” event and soon enough on Wednesday I will be taking absolute 100% advantage of “Stepping Pop,” due to the limited edition helmets coming back — I dearly desire Phantom’s “Raven Persona.”) Not to mention, I’m level 172, shooting for 175 soon, even if I am working on my damage at the current moment. Often, overnight I vend. Basically, I spend a good 90% of my time online on Maple.
But if you do wish to seek me out I’m commonly on the GAZED (Gallica/Arcania/Zenith/El Nido/Demethos) Alliance. Here are my characters with the way you type in their name to /find them.
arctysrem: 7x/Angelic Buster
garnetimpale: 3x/Demon Slayer
If you cannot find me in GAZED either contact FurenShifuo (Zackie) or Seyikoo (Justin), or smeg asking for a member of the guild Altosk.
Very rarely am I in another server, but I do go to Bera. My characters there that I play are:
If I’m not there then try my personal blog (Priere-d-aria) or try either my Phantom (MilleCartes) or OC (Sanctusbishopisvael). No good? Ask someone for my skype.
Edit: But yeah, I’m not going to sign into tumblr to tell people each time I’m on the game. Sorry if that’s considered rude but I do have training and party obligations to meet as well. If you want to check on me, you are more than welcome to add me as a friend on the game. Just warn me because I do need to make more room on my friendslist.
♠—So, here’s what. I’ve decided to clean shop. No, to really, really clean shop. I’m shutting down all but this Raven account so no more extras, and everything will be reblogged here. Not to mention I’m deleting every non-rp post, every non-needed message that I horde (though I do appreciate kind words even if I don’t know how to do anything other than stupidly gawk and cry over them), fixing my pages, drafting anything I haven’t replied to, fixing tags, etc.
Basically, I’m just gonna clean everything up so you won’t have to see my mun stuff on here cause I realize my depression is an ugly rearing monster that makes people hate me. Especially me. And it won’t be good if I hate me all over the place and drag other people down and make them hate me, right?
If you like, I have a few opens scattered around, but hey, if you’ve ever wanted to rp, just tell me here. Here’s your chance. I will put in my absolute best effort to whip something up for you. I dunno if it’ll be serious or funny or just dialogue or what. But hey, something’s better than nothing. Just speak to me alright? Cause honestly I think what messes up my brain is the feeling of isolation more than anything (and it doesn’t help that I literally am in a position where I cannot go to the doctor so I’m just getting worse day by day.)
Even if I can’t afford medicine I can still not fuck myself over absolutely right?
…And of course he was being mocked. At least his dear brother was attempting to show some restraint in that regard, if he was failing.
“I just want to get some new clothes, and if I could find out what happened to my old ones, that would be ideal. I had some things in the pockets…” The map was easily replaceable, but the glasses wouldn’t be quite as easy, or cheap. Not that he had any gald for new clothes, since that was in his pockets too. But anything cloth would be preferable to thin cardboard! Even the gaudy getup his brother was wearing…
“Yeah, ‘bout that…” Raven began. How was he to explain that he couldn’t make it out of his own clothes? Would his brother believe him? Though, it was unfortunate to have to wear a cardboard box around town…
Fishing through the pockets of the pants, he pulled out a sack of unfamiliar coins, emblazoned with a maple leaf. “Ya think this could get back s’me ‘f the thin’s yer missin’? I dunno how much ‘f it’ll do any good, doesn’t look t’ be gald…”
And that was a problem in itself. Sure, he had plenty of money on him. Whatever chump these clothes belonged to sure had the cash. Who knew, maybe he was royalty? Because if not, then why would he wear such a thing… But perhaps with this money, the townsfolk would take some pity on the pair, perhaps help them out?
If not then they were in deep. Especially because Raven didn’t have enough to buy dinner anymore. He was just running on things he had around the house, and with no gald around… Well, starving wasn’t something he was fond of. Not in the least. In fact, he could break down crying if he wanted to, howling out about how cruel life could be. Especially if he went without some sort of dinner… Even if he was used to going without food on the journey the group of them went on not that long ago. But not eating wasn’t something he wanted to repeat. No. If he had to he would eat the clothes right off of him.
But then he would be naked. And every time he made a remark about burning these clothes or shredding them or doing anything unfavorable he found himself in a swarm of glowing card looking things and left with a lot of nasty marks. Last night he got a rather nasty cut on the cheek due to it, and beneath the gloves, his fingers sported a few scuffs as well. Whoever put him in this did not want anything happening to their clothes.
And yet… they stuck Raven in them. Did they not understand basic math? His mind lingered on that thought, but soon enough his stomach began to speak up. Well, perhaps that was a sign to move on. He began to walk, waving a hand to Rasun to follow him into town. The two would soon understand what fate had in store for them.
Sitting in his perch, eagerly clinging to his binoculars, and chirping madly in delight. Everything about this scene was a bit wrong. And yet, nobody deigned to stop him. For the last 3 hours Raven had sat atop a tree in which he believed nobody would see or hear or even find him… And what was he doing with those binoculars?
Well ‘f he told ya, he’d hafta kill ya.
Though, anyone with half a brain could figure it out. He was on the babe watch. And a rather serious one as well. Due to a rather eventful night, he had drank too much and lost a bet. A bet where the loser was to run a desert stand and rake in a lot of money. Now, deserts were simple enough. Anyone in the party could argue the man made a mean crepe, and that was exactly what he had planned to do. But no, he raised the stakes even higher. He bet that he’d raise thousands, and from purchases from girls only. Not that he would deny anyone else that wanted a crepe, but that’s what the stakes were.
Well… Now was the time for research. And so he sat ontop the tree in which Athena Pierce placed her office, looking for new archers to teach. And due to these events, there was such a flux of people. However, little did she realize it was from one of the less sane archers that was bringing in the people.
Soon enough she had figured it out. Placing a rather large sign in front of her school, Athena had set an even higher bar, in the form of a wanted poster:
“Wanted. 10,000,000 Meso Reward to whoever shoots this buffoon out of the tree. ♥ A. Pierce.
Note: Return him to me after you’ve caught him for reward”
(fitting things is hard ok)
Little did Raven know that his babe watch for the perfect spot to sell was about to go sour. Really sour.
“Well darlin’, ‘f its manly musk yer lookin’ fer, I’ll help ya with that… Ya see, ‘ts pretty much th’ essence ‘f a man embodied ‘n smell…”
♠—no, its B.O.