((!! Oh sweet shit I’m still logged onto my iPhone on this account

Okay I have a serious problem guys, I forgot my password and email to go with this account, and I certainly can’t do replies only
By phone- I’m logged in only on the tumblr mobile app, is there a way for me to change my password and find out the email that goes with this account? If I can’t then I’m afraid I won’t be able to come on anymore, it’s just too difficult to reply by phone and I’ve only got so much Internet per month anyways 8(

If you know what to do please tell me, I don’t want to lose this account!)

((back from the vacation, replies might be slow since I’m juggling between this, my main, and another blog atm))

((gosh I’m falling asleep at my iPod
I think I’m gonna head off for the night
I’ll reply to stuff when I get back in a week or so, or if I can manage to get wifi on my trip
I’d like to stay a bit longer but I’m super tired and I have to get up early 8(
See you all in a week, like this if I owe you a reply? :> ))

john-in-a-box:

horrificallycorvinthian:

john-in-a-box:

Your attention is back on her. 

“No, no it’s fine,” you tell her. “Believe it or not, you’re the first troll I’ve ever seen in person. Well, in a way.”

Really? I think your one of the first humans ive really spoken to besides one named Dave but we didn’t talk very long at all. /humans are so strange, you think to yourself. But also very interesting/

“Youve talked to Dave? I know him!” you exclaim, grateful to finally have something in common with the troll. “Where…where did you ever talk to him?”

percussiveaficionado:

horrificallycorvinthian:

percussiveaficionado:

horrificallycorvinthian:

percussiveaficionado:

horrificallycorvinthian:

You just kind of wait patiently, looking down at your stab wounds. It’s kind of a miracle the seadwellers didn’t gut you alive or stab a vital organ. Guess they figured you’d bleed to death. Nothing new there. You wince as a tinge of pain shoots through your body when you move a little bit. you are so going to feel this in the morning.

Your eyes come upon some leaves left by one of the dying trees. It’s crazy, but it might give you some time to look for other methods of stalling the bleeding until you find a more suitable bandage or something of the kind. 

You rush over there and gather as many as you can in your sylladex. Upon closer inspection the leaves are really dried out and will do near diddly squat, but again, it’s better than nothing. 

As you reapproach the girl, you mentally take note of some purple hued blood on the ground. Those bastards, you think. You start to apply some leaves to the wounds.

DOEs th:s seem l:ke :t’s help:NG at ALL?! WE Just need to put pressure on the wouNDS!

/you nod slightly/ Er….my hive is …just on the other side of these caves… /you prefer not to tell others where you live but whatever/

OKAy, :’ll go there :n a second, but : f:gure water w:ll help YOU! :F Not to do clean the wounds at least to hydrate YOU! :’LL go as fast as : CAN!

You get up and back away from the girl, being careful not to send any debris her way and then sprint for the place you found the water in. Once there, you take out one of your drums and kick a hole in it and fill it with the cave water. The trip takes about 13 minutes total.

You offer the girl water as you get to work on cleaning the wounds, checking from any sings of increased pain or problems with your methods of cleaning said wounds.

/You wince slightly at the general feeling of hands near wounds, you usually patch yourself up but you can barely even move as is. You think to yourself that the next time you see those seadwellers they better fucking run. You peer towards the hand of the one laying a small ways away from you and can’t help but grin, stupid asshole deserved it. You also drink some of the water while pondering to yourself the location of your axe. Seadwellers probably stole it, good thing you have extra/

While you are attempting to do everything in your power to patch this girl up you catch a glance at her eyes and follow where they’re focused on. Well, at least you understand how this all went down, or at the very least have a very good idea at how it happened. The fact that anyone would resort to THIS level of violence is absolutely cruel to you and you’re gonna give the guy with the freshly missing hand  a taste of your Bass Canon. 

You notice the leaves aren’t doing jack shit and think of other things you might have to slow the blood more effectively. When suddenly it hits you, duh, you dumbass, you’re wearing a more effective device. You take off your shirt and press firmly on the wounds. Once you feel you’ve slowed the flow a little bit more you say to the girl:

:’LL go to your h:ve now, what do you want me to get and where :S :T?!

john-in-a-box:

horrificallycorvinthian:

john-in-a-box:

You jump at the voice, and spin around. 

“H-hi!”

After seeing that it’s just the troll who you thought was hiding, you sigh and let out a sigh of relief. 

“I knew there was someone here!”

Speaking of here, you look around. The sky is just space, and the land if abnormally quiet. You feel as if you are in a confined space.

/you follow the humans gaze as he looks around at the sky and landscape, you weren’t completely sure where you were but it was a nice change you supposed. You scratch the back of your neck somewhat nervously/ Errr… Sorry for surprising you, I haven’t seen many humans around recently…

Your attention is back on her. 

“No, no it’s fine,” you tell her. “Believe it or not, you’re the first troll I’ve ever seen in person. Well, in a way.”

percussiveaficionado:

horrificallycorvinthian:

percussiveaficionado:

horrificallycorvinthian:

You just kind of wait patiently, looking down at your stab wounds. It’s kind of a miracle the seadwellers didn’t gut you alive or stab a vital organ. Guess they figured you’d bleed to death. Nothing new there. You wince as a tinge of pain shoots through your body when you move a little bit. you are so going to feel this in the morning.

Your eyes come upon some leaves left by one of the dying trees. It’s crazy, but it might give you some time to look for other methods of stalling the bleeding until you find a more suitable bandage or something of the kind. 

You rush over there and gather as many as you can in your sylladex. Upon closer inspection the leaves are really dried out and will do near diddly squat, but again, it’s better than nothing. 

As you reapproach the girl, you mentally take note of some purple hued blood on the ground. Those bastards, you think. You start to apply some leaves to the wounds.

DOEs th:s seem l:ke :t’s help:NG at ALL?! WE Just need to put pressure on the wouNDS!

/you nod slightly/ Er….my hive is …just on the other side of these caves… /you prefer not to tell others where you live but whatever/

OKAy, :’ll go there :n a second, but : f:gure water w:ll help YOU! :F Not to do clean the wounds at least to hydrate YOU! :’LL go as fast as : CAN!

You get up and back away from the girl, being careful not to send any debris her way and then sprint for the place you found the water in. Once there, you take out one of your drums and kick a hole in it and fill it with the cave water. The trip takes about 13 minutes total.

You offer the girl water as you get to work on cleaning the wounds, checking from any sings of increased pain or problems with your methods of cleaning said wounds.

john-in-a-box:

horrificallycorvinthian:

john-in-a-box:

> You know there was a troll somewhere. You heard something…not to mention the moving shadows.

Hello?

Hello-ooo?

/you somewhat nervously peer towards the boy from your hiding spot, you’d seen humans before, sure. That didn’t mean you weren’t extremely nervous to run into one- especially one you don’ know. He doesn’t look like he’d do anything, you think- but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a bit nervous still. You decide to just go for it, it couldn’t hurt right? You poke your head out/ Er…Hello ?

You jump at the voice, and spin around. 

“H-hi!”

After seeing that it’s just the troll who you thought was hiding, you sigh and let out a sigh of relief. 

“I knew there was someone here!”

Speaking of here, you look around. The sky is just space, and the land if abnormally quiet. You feel as if you are in a confined space.

percussiveaficionado:

horrificallycorvinthian:

You just kind of wait patiently, looking down at your stab wounds. It’s kind of a miracle the seadwellers didn’t gut you alive or stab a vital organ. Guess they figured you’d bleed to death. Nothing new there. You wince as a tinge of pain shoots through your body when you move a little bit. you are so going to feel this in the morning.

Your eyes come upon some leaves left by one of the dying trees. It’s crazy, but it might give you some time to look for other methods of stalling the bleeding until you find a more suitable bandage or something of the kind. 

You rush over there and gather as many as you can in your sylladex. Upon closer inspection the leaves are really dried out and will do near diddly squat, but again, it’s better than nothing. 

As you reapproach the girl, you mentally take note of some purple hued blood on the ground. Those bastards, you think. You start to apply some leaves to the wounds.

DOEs th:s seem l:ke :t’s help:NG at ALL?! WE Just need to put pressure on the wouNDS!