//rises from dead and greets you all as a zombie
lol just kidding
but hey hey I’m back! If anyone wants to RP with me, let me know!
Super bored right now, since I just woke up and I’m off school.
Also, if we had any RPs before I took my hiatus, then drop me a submit with the link, please! I can’t really remember what I was doing before. XD;;
You mean may 30? xD
NOPE
YOU SAW NOTHING
NOPE NOPE
//facepalms then cries in a corner god that was bad orz
May 30th is my last day of school, so yeah. After that, I’ll be as free as a bird for the next 3ish months. but I’ve a lot of work to do and I’ll probably only log in to post the translations i’ve been working on or to check in.
Yeah.
So uh, peace.
Until next time~
Oh and Happy Mother’s Day to everyone!
I will also be working on those letters I promised. >A<
My Queue may or may not be on. I’m still thinking about it.
((So for 200 followers, I’m going to write handwritten letters to the people who have inspired me, helped me, and befriended me here on tumblr. Which is all of you. So if you’d like a letter, like or reply or something to this post, and I will be sure to write one for you.
Some people will get letters regardless of whether they like this post or not.
c:
Thank you so much to every single follower. Every. Single. One of you.
even if you feel like we dont know each other well enough for me to write a letter to you, it doesn’t matter. If you like this post, I’ll still write you a letter, and we can become closer and RP a lot more. Anyone is welcome to request a letter.))
[[Don’t feel lonely! -hugs- I’ll RP with you anytime! c: ]]
;v; Thanks. >w< *hugs back*
“Duh!” He replied, hands on his hips now. “Like, it’s important to be fashionable if you’re gonna be famous!” Leon crossed his arms over his chest now. “Psh, the ladies already think I’m sexy, I don’t need great hair for that.” He scoffed. “But it does help.” Leon gave a smug smile. “Not that you’d understand that, of course.”
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You are too young to be considered sexy, Leon. Wait until you’re twenty five to even think of being good looking.” He snickered, obviously joking with his brother. “Hey… what does that supposed to mean? Just because I don’t style my hair like a porcupine doesn’t mean it doesn’t look good!”
“Tch, I’m not too young to be sexy. And, I’m already good looking! You’re just like, blind or something.” He replied. “My hair is not styled like a porcupine! I have side-swept bangs, not bristles. And yours is just some lame old ponytail. Like, how girly can you get, right.”
((4 translation projects! 2 videos and 2 comics! Yaaahh!
And they need to be finished, preferably before May 30th!
\o/
expect slow replies.))
Dagur lay in bed, deep circles under his eyes. His hair lay flat on his forehead, his breathing slow and labored. He had no idea what had made him this sick, but it felt as if something was trying to rip his lungs apart. Fear had overcame him earlier, when he had coughed into his hand, tasting metal in his mouth. When he had pulled away, a small pool of blood sat idily in his hand.
Leaning his head back, he covered his head under the thin white sheet a hospital attendant had given him, allowing his hand to loll out from under it, the blodd running down onto the floor. This was fine to him, he had no idea he would be reciving a visitor.
The doctors and nurses had no idea what had made him sick. The air was fine, he had no heart problems or anything of the sort. He opened his eyes, just seeing the white fabric of the sheet over his head. He could only imagine the surprise someone would feel if they found him like this. Completely motionless with a sheet over his head, and a pool of blood on the floor.
After hearing what had happened to Dagur, Leon hopped on the first plane to Iceland to check on him. He had sat in the lobby for an agonizingly long (even though it was probably only like 10 or 15 minutes) wait while the doctors checked if his friend was healthy enough for visits, and now he rushed down the hall, right on the heels of the nurse who led him to Dagur’s room.
“He’s right in here.” The nurse motioned at the door.
He ignored her.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” He asked, discarding the bundle of flowers on a nearby chair, a couple of petals fluttering down. Leon walked over to the side of the bed and pulled the sheet away from his face before brushing the other’s bangs away from his eyes. “Dude, what happened?” He demanded.
When the sheet was lifted, Dagur squinted a bit. Upon seeing that it was Leon, he smiled.
“I don’t know.”
he whispered, clearing his throat. Leons hand was warm, which he loved. Whether his skin was either burning hot or cold and clammy, he couldn’t tell.
“They don’t know what went wrong. It just… happened.”
Leon blinked a bit, and smiled back, though he didn’t feel very happy. “Wha- How…?” He was a bit perplexed as to how it could have just “happened” for no reason.
“Dude, you look horrible.” Probably not the best thing to say right now, but it just slipped out. He wiped some of the blood away from the other’s mouth with his thumb, hoping it would make him seem a bit better, but it made little difference. “And you’re like, really hot. You have a fever.” Another uselessly obvious statement, but he’s just been saying all sorts of stupid things recently,
no reason to stop now.“Is there anything I can do to help you?” He frowned slightly.
Dagur sighed, removing his hands from under the sheet, taking Leons hand off his forehead.
“I bet I do.”
He laughed, truly glad to see Leon now.
“Nah, not really. Company is enough.”
He waved his free hand dismissevly.
“This’ll blow over eventually.”
Leon pouted a bit, and pulled a chair over. “Have you eaten recently?” He asked. “Even if you’re sick, like, you really need to eat.” He commented. “It might add a bit of color to your skin. You look like a ghost, you know.” Leon poked the other’s arm to make a point. “You’re already pale enough as it is.”
Dagur nodded holding up his arm. An IV tube protruded from it.
“They don’t think I could hold anything down, so they gave me this instead.”
He rolled his eyes, laughing a bit.
“I can’t wait to eat something when I get out of here. Did you?”
“Mm.” He mumbled in acknowledgement. “Oh? Uh, no not yet.” Leon replied. “You know how much airplane food sucks.” He pulled a face, and at the mention of food his stomach grumbled. “Ugh, it was a long flight. Sorry I couldn’t come sooner.” Leon smiled apologetically before remembering the flowers he carelessly tossed on the chair. “Oh, by the way, I got you flowers.” He pointed over his shoulder. “I didn’t really know what to do so I figured flowers would be okay…”
