RP Starter: a-wind-of-freedom

It was one of those days.

The kind of dank, dark evening on the bad side of town that made you shiver from the inside out, rather than the outside in. The kind of day where you wanted to rush inside and ward off the cold with a blanket, a pet, a friend, even though it was only 60 degrees.

A slight red glow in one of the alleyways illuminated the silhouette of a male rabbit, searching cautiously around for danger as he walked the streets.

Three to four in the morning is going to be an ordeal, he thought, the psychic glow on his forehead casing long shadows as his feet rose and fell, rose and fell across the pavement. I hope no one is alone tonight.


"Befana visits all the children of Italy on the eve of the Feast of the Epiphany to fill their socks with candy and presents if they are good or a lump of coal or dark candy if they are bad. In many poorer parts of Italy and in particular rural Sicily, a stick in a stocking was placed instead of coal. Being a good housekeeper, many say she will sweep the floor before she leaves. To some the sweeping meant the sweeping away of the problems of the year. The child’s family typically leaves a small glass of wine and a plate with a few morsels of food, often regional or local, for the Befana.[3]

She is usually portrayed as an old lady riding a broomstick through the air wearing a black shawl and is covered in soot because she enters the children’s houses through the chimney. She is often smiling and carries a bag or hamper filled with candy, gifts, or both.”  (Source: ‘Befana’ on Wikipedia.)

The Germanic version is named Perchta, who is slightly darker in temperment:

"She would know whether the children and young servants of the household had behaved well and worked hard all year. If they had, they might find a small silver coin next day, in a shoe or pail. If they had not, she would slit their bellies open, remove stomach and guts, and stuff the hole with straw and pebbles. She was particularly concerned to see that girls had spun the whole of their allotted portion of flax or wool during the year.” (Source: ‘Perchta’ on Wikipedia.)

Painting by Caitlin Cali

China is cold and makes me feel like an achey old-timer. Plus it’s harder to wake up in the morning x 100 the curse of a warm and toasty blanket

Thinking of starting a streetstyle blog or incorporating it into http://radparty.tumblr.com

to document funky silly interesting incomprehensible Asian style/dem Asian grannies are so ahead of their time.

From Wiki: The earliest tales of Ded Moroz presented him as a wicked and cruel sorcerer, similar to the Old Slavic gods “Pozvizd”—the god of wind and good and bad weather, “Zimnik”—god of winter, and the terrifying “Korochun"—an underworld god ruling over frosts. According to legend, Ded Moroz liked to freeze people and kidnap children, taking them away in his gigantic sack. Parents were said to have to give him presents as a ransom in return for their children. However, under the influence of Orthodox traditions, the character of Ded Moroz was completely transformed, later adopting certain traits from the Low Countries’ (Belgian and DutchSinterklaas (or Saint Nicholas), the prototype of Santa Claus.


"According to H. Siiger, the Yeti was a part of the pre-Buddhist beliefs of several Himalayan people. He was told that the Lepcha people worshipped a “Glacier Being” as a God of the Hunt. He also reported that followers of the Bön religion once believed the blood of the “mi rgod” or “wild man” had use in certain mystical ceremonies. The being was depicted as an apelike creature who carries a large stone as a weapon and makes a whistling swoosh sound.- ‘The Yeti in the 19th Century’ via Wikipedia


"Um.. uh.. look behind you.. I guess? What year is it?" he said, plucking his face out of the ground. There was some sort of contraption in his hand. He knew she’d probably guess what it is. "I wouldn’t really know, because other tests have just gotten me to other places on the planet. Uh.. I come from the year 2012. And I like waffles. I don’t even know why I just said that." He turned around to face a yellow vixen. "Oh, um.. hi. My name is Connor. What’s yours?"

Oh, the voice was on the floor. She turned fully to face the pup. He was… very small. Damn, he was only, what, two inches? That was basically plush toy size.

Even more confusing, he was making noises she didn’t understand. Was he speaking a foreign language? Or… actually, it sounded like he was speaking English. Were’d he learn that? Nobody used English anymore, the only reason she even recognized it was from Pecha-chi’s incessant music.

Glancing around to check for any witnesses in the city streets, she quickly grabbed him up and slipped him behind the sash on her dress, putting a finger over his mouth as a sign to stay silent.

”{…Hello,}” she struggled, forming the strange language in her mouth best she could. “{I… say Engish no.}” Ugh, that system was about 1000 years out of date, she probably sounded like an idiot.

a-wind-of-freedom asked:

Turn upon turn, he honestly still hadn't found his psychic friend. Where was the rabbit? The hedgehog didn't want to go off before seeing him, at least, so he wasn't going anywhere until he found Mystery. Eyes scanning the alleys he was walking into, he sighed to himself, hands on hips. "Chaos, you sure are tough to spot. Mystery? Mystery? You here? It's only me."

Bleh, booooring. Stupid people doing stupid things, stupidly easy to con.

The rabbit twirled a ring he had swiped on his finger, laying on his back on top of a dumpster. He had only spent a few moments wasted on wondering why he felt so tall now and when his body changed so much before deciding, forget it, it’s better to pick right back up picking pockets.


The boy shot up into a sitting position, ears straining. The call came again, setting his teeth on edge before he jumped off the dumpster and hid behind it, poking his head up just enough to look over it.

The only people that knew him by that name were kids from school what felt like forever ago. All of which, by the way, were stupid jerks. He’d teach them to look for him and brag about how special they were, he’d teach them!

Hissing a bit, he stooped back down and grabbed a discarded glass bottle in his hand. Up and ready to throw, he waited to see who it was.

anonymous asked:

((OOC: hello this is the tinyconnordog he shall start um this shall suck also i have to go anonymous because secondary acc)) Shelby felt something that kind of felt like the side of a pencil dropping on her head. She heard some sort of person saying "ugh.. t-Time Traveling test 3. Did it work? That hurt." - tinyconnordog

The vixen was bopped on the head with the writing utensil, causing her ear to flick and her head to turn upwards to its source. “Hello?”