#smolgreenboi

[nuravity]

Know your admin!

Name: Terra (cause I've been called that for some time by various rp partners)

Pronouns: She/Her

Comms: Tumblr IMs and discord (though I might be selective in giving that out)

Name of muse: Ochako Uraraka of BnHA

Experience in rp: Oof. My first rp blog is Terra from Teen Titans and I think I've made that blog somewhere in uuuh...2013 or something. So it's been 10 years though I've actually been rping for longer. My very first rp was in FF.net through the messaging system and as the Catgirl from the Teen Titans movie.

Best experiences: I have soo many and I don't think I can list them all but one that I will always cherish and was the starting point of my rp experience is my first rps with @bblogan-blog1/@greenpuns . If I want to talk to my rps here on Ochako, then I can name several: @detonationking , @oncforallxbroccoli , @kibouhero , @strxight-up-villxin , @rody-soul , @snugglyporos , @heterochromatica , @vsagis , @ofhurt . But two that are especially close to my heart because they developed Ochako with their threads with me and since I loved the slow-burn are @multi-scrapbook and @iamgroundzero.

Pet peeves/deal breakers: Radio silence or being vague and expecting me to understand. I sometimes do not get vague hinting so please be direct with me if I upset you. Do not be vague about it because I will not catch on it. Excessive pestering for replies but glad it didn't happen yet.

Muse preference (fluff, angst, smut): This is entirely dependant on mood but I like to write all three. For smut though, I mostly need to be more familiar with the mun/muse they write aka. having rped at least a bit but on rare occasions, I also jump right into it.

Plot or memes: Both but memes work for a lot of situations so when I have no ideas or mood to write full on threads, I stick to memes.

Long or short replies: For crack, it's mostly short replies. But I do write otherwise longer ones with like 3 or 4 paragraphs on average. I used to write much much longer replies on Terra and especially on discord but I feel like I can't do that anymore.

Best time to write: Since I'm mostly busy in the mornings and I also stay up late, I'd say night is the best time.

Are you like your muse?: Hmm...I'd say I might be a bit like her, regarding trying to be approachable and friendly and maybe being fond of food like her (though she might not be and I might be wrong). But otherwise, I don't think I have many similarities with her.

Tagged by: @historias-multorum and @phantasmalnightmare

Tagging: @detonationking @mightiboy @iamgroundzero @kibouhero @multi-scrapbook @smolgreenboi @symvol @greenpuns @punsandtofu @vsagis @rody-soul and anyone who wants to.

[dearaliceliddel]

smolgreenboi

he flashes her a grin, tapping his phone screen to stop the video. "gotta stick to my brand, dude! heh! ...how you been??"

Ah yes, the ‘dude’ nick name. She would needs get used to that again. Alice maintained that calm smile. This strange young man had always fascinated her, they had briefly got to know one another so long ago. Not by much, but enough. He’s a good soul.

“Some things never change, and that is a comfort. I’ve... Well, been away, and working on my self and ‘Wonderland’ as it were... Quite a time of it.” She did not wish to overwhelm him. Could not quite remember if he knew the extent of Wonderland or not. “And what of you, how have you been?”

[gctjinxd]

@smolgreenboi​   💜    //  i’m just your problem : Rebecca Sugar 

sorry I'm not made of sugar am I not sweet enough for you? is that why you always avoid me? that must be such an inconvenience to you

“ if you ever do that again I will squash you like the pest you are! “ she snapped, pupils growing thin as her anger only grew. “ I don’t care if this isn’t how you’d do it or how mr. do no wrong ever robin would have, but this is my mission. and i’m not some sugary sweet mercy first kind of person. some people don’t deserve mercy. some people deserve to have done to them what they did to others. if it’s such an issue for you then you can go ahead and leave. let me handle taking Blood down on my own if you are so scared of getting your hands dirty and becoming someone like me! “ 

[canisfuria]

{ ♙ } buffy starters || Accepting ;; @smolgreenboi​ { ♙ }

               [ When Kain had moved to Jump City, he’d been told that the Titans would be “like his neighbors”. What he hadn’t realized was how that 100% guaranteed he’d run into them in the oddest of places. Take this pretzel cart, for example. One glance of green skin had been all it took for Kain to open his mouth without thinking-- “Are you Beast Boy?”. And gee, what a good thing it had been Beast Boy, or else that could’ve gotten real awkward, real fast. 

                Although Kain couldn’t quite tell if the other’s concern with his “secret identity” was serious or simply teasing. Nonetheless, he’d reassured the guy that his secret was safe with Kain. ]

      ❝ I can’t imagine. You seem like a pretty big celeb around here, too. ❞

[cromwellharvests-a]

he’s hardly had the chance to start when she’s already waving off his apology, and nudging her way through to the scene of the crime-fighting. it’s merely the nature of living here in J.C. that occasionally a gang of vigilante teens might be having a row with some villain in the streets, and one might crash violently into the middle of your urban farm, crushing all manner of crop and greenery, scattering soil every-which way, (and some wood from the planters, too). it’s sweet of him to have come back, once the dust had settled, to check up on her and offer amends for the damage, but ultimately unnecessary.

“ honestly, it’s no trouble. ” she says, sincerely, and silences any further fussing by proving the sentiment. 

under sweeping gestures and touches the earth seems to knit itself back together, roots pulling the soil back to form, and squashed vines curling upright again and carrying their toppled posts with them; branches mending to their bushes, and fruits regaining their shape. hardly a few moments passing has the ravaged plot looking almost back to it’s previous glamor, save a bit of sweeping necessary to gather the finer scatter of dirt and chunks of wood. 

the only hint of strain from the effort? a little sighed exhale, before she turns him another smile.

“ see? no more trouble than when a rogue raccoon stumbles in. ” she remarks generously, but sincerely at-ease, dusting her palms before planting them on her hips. ‘ I’m more worried ‘bout you and yours than any ‘f this. didn’ manage t’ get yourself hurt in all that muckin’ about, I hope? it sounded like quite th’ fight. ”

@smolgreenboi​  ♥ ‘ed

[tsume-awase]

8l

“...”

8l

[skymade]

@smolgreenboi​

   “... This isn’t what it looks like.” To be fair, absolutely nothing’s really telling her that this dude is, like, the law here, or whatever. She’s just used to being in trouble, and at the first sign of people, she’s like, oh shit. To be fair, oh shit’s not a bad reaction now. She’s sitting in the middle of a pile of debris. With a lot of food on the ground around her. Like, probably not legally bought food. And still, as she makes eye contact with the green guy in fronta her, she lifts a fry up to her mouth, chews. “Promise. Super promise. Like, to all the skies, and all, or whatever.” 

[glacierfront]

@smolgreenboi​

     “Do you ever just feel like. Things shouldn’t be like. How they are.”

      They’re playing video games, because who the fuck doesn’t want to play video games in the Titans’ Tower thing? They are friends, and so this means they play video games together. It is written.

     “Like. Okay, like. So there’s like. New York. Right. And maybe a little bit of San Francisco. Or whatever. But there’s also like. Gotham? Like, Iron Man exists but also so does like, I don’t know. Like everything that you guys.”

      A pause.

      “Like. I just feel like there are different rules operating in like, different parts of the world, or whatever. I feel like physicists are getting a little fucked up.”

[floraluniversal]

►► !!

Send me ‘►►’ to see what my muse would be like if an important event in their life didn’t happen.

(Stephanie never becomes a universal and doesn’t run away from home)

A soldier opens his eyes to a blurry vision of the battlefield he fought on. A war for the king, a war to expand. He didn't need his vision to clear to know that he was badly injured. His entire body hurt like hell and he could taste blood in his mouth.

Using some of his remaining strenght, he pulled himself up to have a look around. The battlefield seemed to be empty, besides all the corpses, he was left behind to die. He slumped back down, coughing up blood. And as his blood ran all over the cold hard ground, he knew he would die alone.

That's when footsteps broke through the deafening silence. The man turned his head to see who it was. Was it a fellow soldier who came to save him? Or was it the enemy army, coming to take the lives of any injured who may have survived?

It was a petite woman, walking through the maze of corpses with a book...taking notes? Counting casualties... She was pink haired, fair skinned and... Bearing the healer crest of his army! It was a guardian angel coming to save him! He did not have the strength to call to her. All he could do was bang his armor against the shield that was abandoned next to him.

Soon enough, the woman turned her attention towards him, slowly approaching the injured man. And as he got a good look at her, he lost the feeling of comfort and safety the sight of a healer should induce. The woman, even though she was young, had the bitterness of an old widow in her face. The look she gave him, it was far from a guardian angel.

" Ugh... We have a live one... " The woman groaned. She knelt down to look at the injuries.

" I told the king that weak idiots like this aren't worth my time. "

The soldier let out soft wheezes, she wasn't exactly gentle, she was rough and didn't seem to care about the pain he was in, even jabbing one of the cuts.

She sighed " But no, I, daughter of the Rikka master ended up as a healer... What a cruel joke from the goddesses. "

The woman pressed her hand firmly onto the largest of the wounds, her hand getting covered in blood. The man let out the closest thing to an agonizing scream he could do at the moment. It hurt like hell. But that wasn't anything compared to the pain of the healing itself. As his wounds closed in a glowing aura, the man squirmed and yelled as his strength had returned to him.

Healing always hurts, but this healer's bitterness turned this into torture. Eventually, the pain stopped and despite the holes in his armor and clothes, the man had no wounds or scars on his body to show. Shaking, he stood up and ran from this woman, not wishing to be around her any more. The hatred and bitterness in her eyes, the painfulness of her touch, it was far scarier than the horrors of the war. And though he was happy that he'd see his wife and son once more, he feared getting injured again and meeting the dreadful healer.

[titansandothersrp]

Well Behaved

While he had yet to announce any sort of reformation, Mad Mod had actually been staying out of the Titans’ hair for a good while now. Not only did he lack a motive with his youth now restored, but his newest “project” had been keeping him busy. Said project was currently making his peaceful day at the farmers market difficult. The Amazing Mumbo had been behaving, but was now strolling away from the apple stand, juggling stolen produce. “Mumbo,” Mod hissed through his teeth, grabbing the magician by his cape and yanking him back, “put those back!” Mumbo gagged as he was yanked back, his gloves staying behind and still juggling the apples on their own. “What was that for?!” the magician exclaimed as he pushed his hat back in place with his now bare hands. “You were stealing. You’re trying not to do that,” the Brit explained in a harsh whisper. “Now put. The apples. Back.” “But I want the apples,” Mumbo huffed, crossing his arms. “Fine,” Mod grumbled. “If they’ll keep you occupied, I’ll buy them.” The redhead proceeded to pay the befuddled and mildly annoyed vendor for the produce. “Thanks, Moddy~” Mumbo slid his hands back into his still juggling gloves with a smile, content, for now. @smolgreenboi

[fba-art]

@smolgreenboi​

#[ wally ... sketchbooks are sacred diaries WE DO NOT SNOOP IN THOSE ]

yah if i was jinx i would’ve scalped this jackweed for that crime, alone

[dearaliceliddel]

he has been slowly, ever so slowly, turning up the volume on the rick roll video

Alice had been confused at the things she was hearing. Music of some sort? Hmm... But it was being turned up, and the woman turned around. Seeing none other than Beast Boy, Garfield, the green lad with the power to shift forms... 

And the music got even louder- now she got it. A light chuckle escaping as she smiled. 

“Ah, Garfield, it has been too long! I see you greet me with a rather interesting joke of music. Fitting.” 

[gctjinxd]

@smolgreenboi​ memed  //  sending one of those hearts ur wayyy

Send me a ♡ and I’ll bold what I WANT to see with our muses and italicize things I may be open to! (send “heart!” if the symbol is unavailable)

I want our muses to be: friends | ex-friends | rivals | rivals with sexual/romantic tension | enemies | enemies with sexual/romantic tension | lovers | ex-lovers | partners/coworkers | pen pals/internet friends | friends with benefits | soulmates

Our muses met: as children | as teenagers | as adults | just recently

(for romance) Our muses’ relationship is: still exciting and lively | stable | starting to feel awkward | in jeopardy | romantic, but the sexual attraction is fading | sexual, but the romantic attraction is fading | toxic and self-destructive | unrequited, with my muse pining after yours | unrequited, with your muse pining after mine | determined by fate

(for rivals) Our muses’ relationship is: awkward | fiery | friendly | petty | mostly for show | losing its spark | starting to develop into something more | one-sided, with my muse considering yours a rival | one-sided, with your muse considering mine a rival | determined by fate

(for enemies) Our muses’ relationship is: dangerous to themselves | dangerous to others | based on family matters | based on professional matters | based on lies/misunderstandings | unpredictable | passionate | nothing personal at first, but changes with time | determined by fate

(for friends) Our muses’ relationship is: stable | sickeningly sweet | the kind of close friendship that makes others jealous | falling apart | based on shared interests | based on circumstance (like school or work) | based on family ties | developing into something more (romantic/sexual) | developing into something more (antagonistic) | determined by fate

Mun notes; having their canon relationship included its a fun rivals to friends to potentially more if you are down to ship them. but I also would love threads from the time they were enemies, the time when she separated from the Hive, and her time with the titans! 

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for smolgreenboi : A big shoutout to @smolgreenboi. Their writing is like no other and the way they play Beast Boy is just an eye-candy and I can never get enough of them! They have such a unique take on him and you can really feel what he is feeling by the way she writes! And talking to her OOC is just as much fun and you can confide in her and she is just such an amazing and talented friend!

[nerdybirdboy]

smolgreenboi replied to your post ““Stop commenting about my height! I’m 5′6″, not a dwarf!””

"DUDE!!!! You're taller than me." D:

“I’ll bring you along to the next ‘family reunion’, then maybe they can comment about your height instead.”

[becauseitneedstobedone]

@smolgreenboi​ ★ starter call

    “That was NOT funny.”