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Heroes Never Die

@blue-and-black-hero / blue-and-black-hero.tumblr.com

RP Blog for an OC Superhero character. I'll RP with pretty much anyone from any fandom, so don't feel afraid. Independent RP Blog; so not a member of any RP group. Please read RP Rules and FAQ before interacting, as it will clear up a few things.

So uh, yeah.

A looooot of things have happened.  A whole LOT of things.

I sort of fell off the internet, mostly because I lost the email this account was associated with.  But thats not the fun part.

About 6 or so weeks ago, back in April/End of march...I had a stroke.

It was uniquely terrifying.  I managed to recover just fine and am staying at my parents house while I rest and recover.  I had weakness in my left hand and aphasia.  I’ve since recovered from both.  Also moved out of my old place.

Before anyone freaks out or something, I’m fine.  Just...yeah, apparently I have a rare condition where somehow stress on my blood vessel on the right side of my head got a tiny, microscopic tear in it, which then lead to it clotting up to repair itself.

...Which then broke off and did things to my brain.  Was quite an experience having the entire left side of your face paralyzed.  I’m currently off work for 4 months short-term disability (Middle of august thereabouts) .

Hey there, old man. I'm still alive.

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The tyton twitches. 

“Old man?! Now wait just a ... nah, I am an old man.”

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“Hey! Long time no see, ... uh...”

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“Um...”

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“I don’t remember your name. In- in my defense, I’ve been socked in the skull alot these past few years and I’ve forgotten alot.”

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“Riou!  And it’s alright, it has been a long time, for both of us.  I’m glad to see you’re still among the living though, Blackout.”

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“Hm, everything still works like it should.  That’s good.  Was a bit worried after so long that I might be a little too rusty.  Tingles a little too much.  Might just need to warm up a bit more.”

OOC Update Post-Thing

So, as you know, I’d been on a hiatus for the past...I think it’s 5 months minimum.

Work has been a pain, I now regularly do a 4am shift on Thursday and a 6am shift on friday, and in general, I was focusing on things outside of this blog.  Work, personal endeavors, playing games that had been gathering dust.

I’m still doing that.  It’s hard to get deep into Tumblr RP these days.  Not because you guys are bad at it (quite the opposite really), just that often my energy levels were low, and motivation lacking severely.

I even saw a therapist for a few weeks after a particularly harsh morning left me almost unwilling to get out of bed.  Nothing super serious mind you, but there was a ‘lowest of low’ point in my time for a while there.

So I haven’t forgotten anyone, not by a long shot.  Just that, lacking the time and sometimes the will to invest as heavily as I use to makes it harder to get back into this blog sometimes.

I won’t delete the blog.  I’ve learned in the past that it’s better to metaphorically let it gather a few layers of dust and blow said dust away from time to time, then just discard it altogether.

Also yes.

I’m still alive.

Just deeply, deeply ingrained in my work.

Still, it seems that some things just never change.

Riou didn’t mind it.  Not at all.  The young man, having focused himself entirely on the job of protecting others, hadn’t spent a great deal of time for himself.  Furthermore, he’d drifted a bit far from those he knew.  Probably too far.  Time to come back in a little.
He settled into that contact, and against the glow and radiance of that field, he melted.  Touch was good, touch was necessary.  The dull ache of tolerated emptiness satisfied instantly.
This was worth coming back for.

The deity smiled as he embraced the younger man in his arms. Pulling him close to his armored frame. There were no words needed to express how he felt when his field was so open. Enveloping Riou just as his wings did. Keeping the human that dedicated his life to saving others.

Riou had protected Primus’ own avatar for far longer than he truly needed to. Longer than he should of. Long enough to have him no choice but to leave to protect those who truly needed it.

Love and affection, the emotions the little pieces of himself felt, their experiences with Riou, it made his fondness and love for the fragile human mean just that much more. A fragile, short, life that left such an imprint on the ancient deity.

Rests the crest of his helm against Riou’s forehead. Smiling softly as he enjoyed just this. All the years of his little fragments missing Riou were over. It was if all of time caught up and instead of years it was mere moments. A much better thought that eased the little spike of worry in his core that Riou wouldn’t forgive him for such a long absence.

Letting out a soft sigh, he placed a gentle kiss on Riou’s lips. A simple message was clear as day: Welcome back.

You’d think metal arms, a chassis, and wings might be uncomfortable.  But it wasn’t.  He fit into those arms and field like he’d fallen onto his own bed.  It was a fit just for him right now, and that was good.  It was where he wanted to be.

For once, he could be selfish.  For once, he could think about himself and nobody else.  A moment specifically for just him.

There was no room in the hero for anger, or anxiety, being upset.  Right now, he was a touch-starved young man drowning himself in intimacy.  Maybe it would come later, if at all.

“...Thank you.”  Was all he could say at the moment.  It was all he needed to say.

What are you going to do for Halloween, hm?

Casual shrug. There were no plans in order for that day. Perhaps he’ll test out his abilities by taking on a ‘monstrous’ form for one or two days. It might of been a human holiday, but the amusement of it was nice.

As for the now? Sure it was Primus rather than one of the Avatars, but Riou was going to get a long overdue kiss if he wasn’t put off by the deity doing it. He did have their memories and experiences. Riou was an important figure in the lives of the Avatars.

Riou was very much missed.

Riou didn’t mind it.  Not at all.  The young man, having focused himself entirely on the job of protecting others, hadn’t spent a great deal of time for himself.  Furthermore, he’d drifted a bit far from those he knew.  Probably too far.  Time to come back in a little.

He settled into that contact, and against the glow and radiance of that field, he melted.  Touch was good, touch was necessary.  The dull ache of tolerated emptiness satisfied instantly.

This was worth coming back for.