#blasburned

[chounaifu]

👽 AUs

Rex RP Opinions || @blastburned

I answered this one already, but I'll expand upon it.

Come to think about it, I think the prevalence of AUs started to dwindle when Tumblr RP began shrinking. The RPC used to be much, much more crossover-friendly and diverse, because we had so many people on this website writing so many different things. Because of that, I had AUs/verses for everything I can imagine! ATLA, YGO, GoT, Marvel, Death Note, etc. I had an AU for just about anything.

Nowadays, I couldn't begin to tell you how to find the other roleplay communities on this website. It appears that, due to the population shrinking, people have begun to consolidate their muses onto multimuses. Which is completely fine, but I still have a terribly difficult time finding people who RP things BESIDES Pokémon.

[wesnatcher]

The aid kit would work much better than this piece of cloth and a bit of water from his canteen. The more he spends time with this person, clearer it becomes they not only a seasoned adventurer but also weird as hell.

He's surprised to see the writing on the notebook. Not noticed? Barbed wire stuck to your leg for god knows how long, digging into your skin with every step?

He shakes his head. "You paid me already. Fresh bread. Oatmeal for my pokémon."

A knife from his belt is enough to cut the wire and safely remove them from Red's ankle. They're set upon the white cloth to avoid staining the floor. He recognizes some stuff from the first aid, picking up a piece of cotton and a bottle he hopes to be alcohol.

Very gently he uses the wetted cotton to touch wounded flesh. He waits, but Red doesn't flinch. Barely moves. Leo presses it a little harder, cleaning the blood and disinfecting the wound.

He finishes by wrapping it up with gauze from inside the kit. Then, everything is given back to the box and he leaves it where it was before getting to his feet and sitting beside his companion.

He eyes Red for more "unnoticed" wounds.

It took a moment to process what was actually being said, which left him blinking a few times and wondering before he got the word "hurt" and looked down at his leg as he was slipping the sleeping bag from his backpack's buckles to unzip. He's bleeding. He's been bleeding.

For a little while. Pulling the pantleg up it's baffling. There's a barbed piece of wire stuck in his ankle. He couldn't even imagine where it came from, much less where he picked it up.

So the sleeping bag is abandoned because he needs to find his first aid kit and supplies... And a notebook to write. He slips an old kit out of his bag, and pushes it over to add to the supplies that could be used before he sits on the mattress and rolls up the pant leg.

It's pretty bad, but it could've been worse.

It doesn't hurt at all.

A notebook on his lap, he writes with a stubby pencil. His unovan is awful.

[Not noticed.]

He shows the book, and adds.

[Can pay you back.]