#onethunderthrow

[homunculusrune]

➳ Go For A Swim, Or Don’t

@onethunderthrow​

It’s a lovely late summer day on a less-inhabited beach in the Golden Ward, and... something a bit too much like a body tumbled ashore.

He’s more smoke than fire when he initially surfaces but he’s annoyed enough that the saltwater steams off rapidly, trudging back to where he left a few things- his pauldron, mostly, his phone resting inside of it. After it’d been crunched in half during the island catastrophe, he’d gotten in the habit of leaving his cuirass behind, and while he’s lighter without it, he feels more exposed.

Mostly, though, he’s miffed, shooting another look back towards the whirlpools faintly visible at this angle. Swimming isn’t exactly a skill he commands, but the idea of paying to get stuck in transport just for the sake of finding out what was down there- it couldn’t be that hard. He’d gotten just about everywhere back ‘home’, hadn’t he? Spirale couldn’t be more of a challenge.

And, yet, here he was, partially covered in seaweed, having a one-sided glare-down with the ocean. The flames of his ‘head’ flick and curl, slowly drying his clothes, but he’s not making any progress.

Emphatically, he extends a middle finger seaward, and crouches to pick up his one remaining piece of armor before he realizes someone witnessed most of that.

Oh.

[ombraventi]

@onethunderthrow​

“Oi, you. You’re blocking my breeze.” For one whose title was ‘sorcerer of winds’, one would think that wasn’t a problem for Vaati- but he was both incredibly petty and currently limited on his ability to his wind magic, meaning he was more than willing to pick a fight while still lounging in his beach chair. “Move over, or something.”

[eyebrand]

@onethunderthrow​ ♛ ( SC )

     “The glass blown souvenirs are quite interesting to look at.      I had no idea such things could be created from glass in such      a way.”

Then again, Lucina was never much of a person of the arts. She really didn’t have the talent for it... or an eye for it, considering her fashion choices.

[0racleray]

@onethunderthrow ❤’d  || event: S.H.O.R.E.

─ ○ 💚☕ ;     She choose the safest isle possible. Oriko knew she did. So why was she in the one that seemed to taken straight out of a horror movie?

Though her powers were limited, they still proved useful no matter how minor it was; perhaps Oriko had to rely a bit too much on it, even if she couldn’t see more than a brief scene for the time being. The gloomy, dark atmosphere of the facility was suffocating -- a witch’s barrier was horrifying, yes, and so was this place, albeit in a completely different way. Twisted, but not surreal enough. The flickering lights made it all much harder to navigate through the facilities, and whatever was lurking in the darkness made noises that just felt so wrong. 

If Oriko were to find one them, she knew that she could hardly fight back. I shouldn’t ask whether it’d get worse, now do I?

[ Welcome to Operation SHORE: Surviving Hazards Of Relaxing Escapes! Please choose your island destination: ] 

Relaxing? She almost wanted to laugh; this was a nightmare, plain and simple. If Oriko’s opinion on the headmasters of Spirale was already ‘wary’, then it surely went downhill fast. The sleeping quarters had proven to be a safe haven, but for how long? Well, she wasn’t alone, and thank god it wasn’t one of those monsters that wandered the halls, lest she’d be found in a dire situation.

“Don’t worry, it seems we’re both cornered here,” she sighed. “Hardly anything good, right?”

[isolaradiale]

I'd like to re-apply Zenitsu Agatsuma from Kimetsu no Yaiba.

Welcome to the very diamondy Isola Radiale, Zenitsu!

You’ll find yourself housed in CONDO 417.

Everything you received during your previous stay has been returned to you!

Enjoy your stay!

-- * aquila

[troubleisafriend]

@onethunderthrow​

♪ Vuadyzw vory kdfy, zmy Rfkh uw ryv Tydd myr hafr sayw vorv wmy'dd zicy haf za kyv I zryiwfry wa riry, suwm haf tafdv madv myr oaryjyr Tmy Rfkh ao zmy Syi uw zmy kywz dih yjyr ♪

Infernal was certainly an...interesting language.  Bizarre, yet beautiful in its own way, some vocalizations hardly even sounding like words.  A song sung in it could have made for quite the mysterious, enchanting melody...were it not for the discordant, somewhat cracking voice it had been sung in.  Jester sang in earnest, though, and once she was done she looked to the stranger, a wide grin on her face.

“Well?  What did you think?”

[gempathic]

@onethunderthrow​

[ ⭐ • txt ] —— look forward to seeing you! we’re gonna rock!

Steven sent the text as he unlocked the front door. He was holding his first audition today for his band, and he was so excited that he’d had trouble focusing in class. He was just so ready to see what kinda jams everyone would bring.

He hurried to set up the space they were going to use. All of the living room furniture was moved out of the way with plenty of space to set up instruments. He got his complimentary drinks and snack, and his clipboard for making notes.

Now he just waited, eagerly bouncing on his feet and resisting the urge to press his face against the window to watch for them approaching.

[breath-of-stone]

@onethunderthrow​ liked for a starter.

A familiar voice would have been a comfort had it come from... well, not literally anyone else, but nearly anyone else.

It was the Slayer that had passed out upon reaching his training grounds on the mountain. He hadn’t really fallen unconscious as much as he had just become overwhelmed at the idea of the Stone Pillar’s training regimen and stopped responding out of what Gyomei could only assume was apprehension, or some other advanced form of a tantrum. If he had truly passed out, he wouldn’t have leapt out of the river so quickly after having been tossed in.

Gyomei knew the kind of person he was, unfortunately. Motivated to do his job as a Slayer not because they felt it was the right thing to do but because of some obligation– to a family member or a trainer or someone else. Complaining every step of the way. But he’d also heard about how that same boy had fought from Uzui. Perhaps the two qualities could be reconciled... maybe.

Unfortunately, Gyomei had already allowed his feet to carry him to the boy by the time he remembered that due to the nature of this place he may not have had any recollection of the Pillar. He was silent for a moment that was awkward on his end and possibly intimidating on the other’s before saying “Do you remember who I am?” In a quiet, weary voice.

[kujoutengu]

“ you think I’m so clumsy that I need someone to watch over me ? ”

FE3H Meme: Accepting!

“Excuzes-moi, but judging from what I have seen so far, I would have to say yes.” Blunt and to the point.

[snakepillarobanai]

@onethunderthrow​

@theaterofmisfits​

“If it’s training you want then fine. I’m not going to make it easy on you, so you better be ready.” 

[urusamayoru-blog]

@onethunderthrow​

Klug was about ready to call it quits for the day, just take a descension candy, head home, and go to sleep. Of course, given the current ghouls and ghosts running around, he can’t necessarily do those things in that order. It’s for the best that he keeps his real sword until he’s certain he’s safe--and maybe he kind of likes the confidence it gives him.

There are other things he didn’t like about it, though. He hadn’t managed to have any luck finding candy in the scavenger hunt, and had been chased halfway across Archimedes by some sort of zombie. The one sword beam he’d shot at the offending zombie had managed to break some business’s window and he’d gotten shouted at and humiliated, left quietly stewing as he heads back toward the Golden housing.

Until he comes across the dragon, that is.

Klug quickly darts back around the street corner, taking his crackling sword off his back. Yes, yes--what better way to redeem himself and prove himself as a powerful, brave knight than to slay a rampaging dragon? And right in the middle of a populated ward! They’ll all have to notice! It’s practically what he’d been waiting for since he’d put on the costume!

Klug giggles under his breath, before clearing his throat a couple of times and standing up straight, brandishing his blade as he steps back toward the dragon.

“Halt, foul beast! Your reign of terror ends now! Uhyahyahya!”

[sterrenlied]

🎶 | @ONETHUNDERTHROW // STARTER CALL

✧*:･ﾟ| THE chill freezes him down to the very marrow of his bones. Siebren gasps, a quiet and shuddering sound, as if breathing is harsh, as if his lungs have CRYSTALIZED, Gloved palms, clad in armour they are, clutch at his chest. The armour which helps to keep him alive, harsh now that it's frozen. As much as he hates to keep his toes covered, he's not stupid, but as he huddes up, Siebren wonders if this isn't a POINTLESS EFFORT. Head tilts, looking upward at the approaching figure. Puffs of air exhaled sharply, visible breaths — he's thankful to see Zenitsu, with an ounce of guilt towards seeming to be so WEAK. Oh, would the younger one feel resentment, that he's to assist such an old man like this!

❝AH, this old man is sorry that he's in your way like this. It is so COLD in here … I hope it is not a sign of old age.❞

[ombraventi]

send “examine!” and an item or person and i’ll write an rpg description of it/them  @onethunderthrow​ said:

“Examine!” a roasted marshmallow

>It’s a strange food that was created by the humans. Upon putting one of those strange white puffs over a fire for small periods of time, it crispens on the outside and becomes gooey on the inside. >It seems utterly pointless, but it at least tastes good. >Just ensure it doesn’t become stuck in your hair.

[0racleray]

@onethunderthrow​  ♥‘d for an event starter

💚🍵💚⚪ :  Corpse bride and golden dragon; an unlike pair, but what wasn’t unusual in Spirale ? Who he is isn’t a mystery to her; the attitude and the yellow haori are enough for Oriko to recognize him. “We have met before,” she’s quick to add, eyebrows knitted together. “Agatsuma Zenitsu, wasn’t it ?”

“After what happened in the Isles, back then, I’d hardly see you as the type for such festivities.” half-mocking and half-teasing, really, but it’s hard to forget his cowardice. “Well, Mr. Cowardice, seems you’ve changed your opinion, right ? You’re far more than meets at the eye.” 

[isolaradiale]

Hello! Today is the 03.11 and I would like to put Zenitsu from Kimetsu no Yaiba on a hiatus please, as I need a little break this month.

Noted for you!

--Mod Lyra

[prophecyprince]

✦ — ♛ @onethunderthrow​ said: “i really think you need to see a doctor.”

caring for stubborn muses.

The prince wasn’t... feeling all too well. Alm felt... feverish. Ill? Possibly. Either that or he was really banged up. He hadn’t the faintest clue why, he was fine earlier. A grunt was heard, before the concerned voice of someone caught his attention. Alm cast a open eye upon the boy, the other closed in a grimace. He’s trying to play if off. The prince flaps his left hand, trying to dismiss the worries for him. He’s been through worse than this. A wound, a cold, allergies, it didn’t matter. No matter what was afflicting Alm, he was a Rigelian prince, and Rigelians were known for their strength. He had to solider through it.  He had a country to lead, after all. 

A weak smile was given. He chuckles, although it’s not at all convincing. He’s stubborn.  He wants to help, not to be helped.

❝N-No, I-I’m good. I’ve been through... worse. Thanks for worrying for me, though!❞ He was lying, he wasn’t fine. 

He’s never been a good liar. Celica could see right through him, and likely, the blonde could too. Why was he lying about he terrible he’s feeling when he was usually an open book? He couldn’t say. It would hurt his pride, he supposes, for Valentia’s hero to be this afflicted by possibly a mere cold. Despite that, he reconsiders his words.

…yeah, he was feeling terrible. He couldn’t deny it anymore.

❝...on the other hand, maybe you’re right. I... I’ve felt better.❞