timesapprentice-blog

[timesapprentice-blog]

    --ooc;;     Hey, everyone. I know my activity has dropped a bunch and that this is very sudden, but I’m making this ooc post to say that my blog is going on an indefinite hiatus.     I am at an extremely low point mentally. I don’t have the energy to keep up with a tumblr roleplay blog right now and honestly? I need help. And I’m going to be trying to get it.     If anyone would like to continue roleplaying with me, however, I’d be more than happy to do so over discord. So, feel free to message me for it if we’re mutuals.     I’ve loved my time as Renet more than I can express with words. Hopefully this isn’t the end of my blog; hopefully I’ll be back. And hopefully I’ll see you all then. <3

[timesapprentice-blog]

tenderborn:

🐢 taking a seat himself he let out a relieved breath   —–   it felt like it’d been  days   since he sat down just to sit. he’d sit to listen to only get back up all over again && run off somewhere. but just having a donut or pastry && just   relax   was something he needed right now. giving a nod as he reached into the box for another pastry he sniffed it before taking a bite.

listening to renet as she spoke he let out a soft chuckle, eyes softening a little yet holding quiet thought within them. saving the world was seemingly getting harder lately: with a robot turtle who believed it was donnie on the loose to the Parthenon still playing their games with the populace made everything seem exhausting. 

he looked to her after a moment, hesitating on asking for help    —-   he wanted to but it wasn’t his decision. it was leo’s.

he was the hamato clan’s    jonin    now.

❝                i dunno if you can, honestly. it seems like a some sort of  ‘  fate   ‘  thing for us as of late. i just hope its not bad. right now its making sure the Parthenon don’t kill everyone in the city just for fun.           ❞ he grimaced. 

    Even out of the corner of her eye, it was plain to see the way that their whole situation weighed heavily upon him. Not that she blamed him at all--the little that she did know about it was enough to make even a ( sort of? ) seasoned timestress such as herself uneasy. Perhaps Simultaneous, the damn Lord of Time, didn’t see the Parthenon as a threat worth stepping in and intervening for, but Renet knew that things still had the potential to get ugly.

    --Really, the residents of the dimension that they lived in had no idea how blessed they were to have the turtles with him.

    Taking a bite of the new pastry in her hand, she searched her mind for the right words to say. That was one thing that she’d never been very skilled at--saying the right thing at the right time. But she cared enough about the turtles--about Mike--to carefully consider for once instead of blurting out whatever came to her mind. Yet, in the end, the first thing that had popped into her head ended up beating all of the other possibilities anyway.

        ❝This dimension really is, like, lucky to have you and your brothers, Mike. You do so much more than most would even try to do,❞ Renet said, reaching out with her free hand to pat one of his shoulders. ❝I, like, don’t know much about fate or whatever; Simultaneous might even say that there’s no such thing. Or maybe he wouldn’t--who knows.

        ❝But, anyway,❞ she shrugged, brows crinkling as she realized that she’d gotten off track. ❝I guess I’m trying to say that you guys are totally amazing. And even though not many might know it in this dimension, there’s, like, a maybe-future-master-of-time who does, at least.❞ She gave a wink and a small smile. ❝And, really, so long as Simultaneous approves of it, I am totally willing to help if you want.��

[timesapprentice-blog]

                   ι aм мore тнan мy ғlawѕ                    ɪ'ᴍ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ

[timesapprentice-blog]

[x]

[timesapprentice-blog]

@jkuin

    Despite the fact that the assassination attempt had been thwarted almost a week ago, Renet still found herself slightly on edge. It hadn’t exactly been a smooth incident, after all. Even her warning couldn’t have stopped it from happening all together--it had only given an edge and possibility of avoiding Jhanna’s untimely death. Which, they had done, but just barely. Time was a funny thing; fragile in some aspects, yet stubborn and tenacious in others. Even if something got altered, there was always a chance that time would have a way to make its original course a reality.

    Which was why she’d even bothered to stick around.

    Really, she enjoyed being away from the same old boring setting of Null Time. Omatron was a beautiful planet and it was nice to get a break from her lessons and training with Simultaneous. But if she were being completely honest, she had wanted to leave the instant that the warrior queen had dodged fate. Because it had been so close--so nerve-wracking an experience. At least, to her. Most of the omatron that had been involved in the incident seemed to brush it off fairly easily. Which made since, considering their culture. But her? It had rattled her, coming so close to watching lives lost, despite her best efforts to avoid it.

    And it made her sick to her stomach to think that it might happen again. That time might try to “correct” itself and put Jhanna on a metaphorical chopping block once more. How did Simultaneous handle it? Dealing with such scenarios all across the multiverse while she could barely keep her hands from shaking after just one?

    Lifting her head and heaving a sigh, Renet slapped both of her cheeks in an attempt to clear her head. She couldn’t just lay idly in bed and think herself around in circles. Not when the sun had only just start to rise over the horizon and she hadn’t even been awake long enough to rub the sleep from her eyes. Jumping up, she dressed herself for the day, picked up the Time Scepter, and made her way towards where the queen--or, Prime Magistrate?--usually was in the mornings. Just seeing her alive for another day would likely put her nerves at ease enough to focus. Or, so she hoped.

        ❝--Morning!❞ the timestress called when she spotted her, keeping her voice light and bubbly while pushing her anxieties down into her feet. ❝Anything out of the ordinary today so far?❞

[timesapprentice-blog]

    --ooc;;     ayyy what up it’s ya girl tentatively back from Mental Health Hell Week™     idk still might be a little slow on the uptake but i’m itching to write so SHRUGS     as of right now i think i owe @tenderborn and @sorscier replies and a starter for @jkuin     if i’m missing anything hmu and remind me~

[timesapprentice-blog]

evillainous:

            That suggestion really knocked him for a loop, evidenced by the way he stumbled back against his control panel and clutched at his massive cranium as he tried to process that radical notion and the slew of possibilities it brought with it. He dropped the “detonator” onto the the panel, evil plan entirely forgotten in light of this new information.

            ❝ – that’s – that’s right!! I thought the science to be impossible! Even with my evil genius, I never considered the possibility that in the future, or on another plane of existence, it could – does that mean that you’ve brought that technology back with you? ❞

            He lurched up from his deep consideration, suddenly positively teeming with excitement. His smile was brimming with a wild enthusiasm and he practically bounced on his heels like a child who had just been gifted a brand new chemistry set – definitely not the picture of evil villainy. His gaze immediately honed in on the scepter she was sporting, his leather-gloved hands wringing in anticipation.

            ❝ – is that it? That’s the device that allows you to achieve dimensional transition, isn’t it?! How does the technology work – show me!! ❞

            – quite clearly, her displacement to this particular dimension wasn’t his doing; or at the very least, if it somehow was, it hadn’t been through any conscious effort on his part. Then again, it wouldn’t be the first time one of his ingenious inventions or ambitious plots had turned out to have …unforeseen side effects.

    It was honestly surprising, really. Despite being dressed head to toe in black leather and his skin being a chilly shade of blue, there was something almost warm and bright about the way that his eyes lit up--something that nearly made Renet let out a loud snort-laugh. She managed to contain herself, her expression remaining bewildered instead of betraying her amusement ( more due to the fact that she was still stunned and not from any sort of strict self control, of course ). He acted almost like a small child, excited beyond belief about a present or the idea of visiting a toy store.

    --Dare she say it was almost endearing?

    Renet’s tongue was on the verge of loosening right then and there, the mere idea of being able to show off her abilities and not get reprimanded for every little mistake burning beneath her skin. But, as her lips started to part, she remembered herself, pulling the scepter close to her chest and closing her mouth tightly. No, she couldn’t just say and do whatever she wanted. Her teeth began to grind together as she tried to think.

    Obviously she couldn’t take... the blue guy--she really needed to get his name--on a joyride across time and space. And she certainly couldn’t give him the Time Scepter. Well, technically, she supposed she could, since the damn thing possessed a will of its own and wouldn’t do anything it didn’t want to do. But that didn’t mean she could just throw it out and leave it somewhere without worry. It could still be a huge pain in the ass in the wrong hands, regardless. Just up and leaving was an option too, but it didn’t give her any answers. There wasn’t even an inkling of an idea in her mind of what had dragged her out of her hop, and no guarantee that if she tried to leave she’d even be able to.

    So... what to do?

        ❝--Uhhhh, it--er--yeah? This is, uh, the--the Time Scepter. I mean, I can still sorta travel through dimensions and time without it but... it’s, like, a lot harder. In the, uh, right hands it makes it easier,❞ Renet explained, stumbling over her words as she stared into his unbridled excitement. Biting at her bottom lip in consideration, she tilted her head and continued. ❝As for showing you--I’m usually not supposed to, like, use it in front of people in the time stream? Plus, since I got dragged here against my will, I’m not sure what would happen if I tried to travel with it again. But, uh, I guess--I guess I could show you something else it can do besides that if you... want?❞

[timesapprentice-blog]

    --ooc;;     sorry about the sudden dip in activity i know i owe some replies and all that     had a really rough last few days on the mental health front and now that i’m slowly digging myself out of it, i’m trying to take a couple days for myself to just chill     replies will come soon enough though, i am really itching to work on them once i get in a better head space

[timesapprentice-blog]

have you ever been so in love with a fictional character so fucking much you don’t know what to do, so you just spend 37 hours looking every single last detail about that character and cry.

[timesapprentice-blog]

tenderborn:

🐢   ❝                your fine, renet. i can understand how feet hurt && stuff like that. walking around the sewers && uneven ground most of the time really sucks.          ❞ he murmured, finishing the pastry he had been given before. he slightly eyed the rest of them in the box. they likely wouldn’t survive the day or the next few hours if it was given to him.

he watched as she took her headpiece off, golden eyes watching as her hair stuck up in odd places, trying to hold down a laugh at how it looked in the end when it settled down. he blinked though at her question, lighting up a little bit. he hasn’t passed the top stuff since master splinter decided to run another clan.

he should ask leo to train him in some higher level ninjitsu. maybe.

❝                its like, a mix of both. lots of training as well as tests. i haven’t had a test in a good long while considering that we’re saving the world so much.           ❞ he breathed, tail twitching.

    As he answered her question, she took the opportunity to shove the remainder of her pastry into her mouth, not exactly caring whether it looked pretty or not. Though, her eyes remained focused on him to make it known that despite her eating, he still had her full attention. Because, honestly, there’d always been a part of her that found what the turtles did--ninjutsu?--absolutely amazing. Regardless of how many enemies they’d gone up against in the past wielding guns or more outrageous tech, they managed to overcome it somehow.

    Watching the way that they moved, they fought--it practically made her want to learn sometimes. Which was saying quite a bit, since Renet really disliked having to actually fight most of the time. Not that she wasn’t able to generally hold her own, of course--especially with the scepter’s help. But it certainly wasn’t a forte of hers, and she usually tried to avoid it when possible.

        ❝Lots of training and tests? Bummer. But I guess that makes sense with how, like, amazing you guys are at what you do.❞ Plucking one of her favorites out of the box, she slid it a little closer to Mikey before she reclined again. ❝Try another one if you want. But, yeah, I totally forgot how easily you guys get involved in the saving the world gig. How’s that been going, by the way? If you ever need some help, I could probably pitch in a little so long as Simultaneous approves it.❞

[timesapprentice-blog]

evillainous:

            That was – decidedly not the answer he had been anticipating, and the veritable genius found himself even more confused now than he had been initially. Bring her here? Dimension hop? What sort of game was she playing at here? – clearly she was a hero; the outfit told him everything he needed to know in that regard. Respectable villains simply didn’t wear such bright and garish colors – was it her intention to play interloper in his long-winded match against Metro Man? Was it perhaps that white-clad oaf who had sent her here in his place?? Why, the sheer indignity of the very notion – !!

            ❝ – Bring you? Nonsense. The only hero I’m attempting to lure here is Metro Man. So if you’re here intending to supersede his heroism, then I’m afraid you’re going to be even more sorely disapp– 

            – wait. Did you say “dimension hop?” …you couldn’t possibly be referring to a means of inter-dimensional travel. The science for such a feat is impossible. ❞

    For a few moments, Renet was genuinely on edge about the fact that he seemed to believe that she’d come of her own accord to thwart him in some way. And sure, while she didn’t exactly like the idea of an entire city being threatened by a mad man with a television remote detonator probably for some kind of explosive device, it wasn’t exactly her place to be involved in stopping it. Not unless it threatened the whole damn timeline which... it likely wouldn’t. Besides, there was apparently a hero who he normally went toe-to-toe with ( even despite her anxiousness she nearly raised an eyebrow at the name “Metro Man” ). So, really, there was no reason for her to try to stop him!

    --Not that he knew that, though. God, was she really going to have to spill everything to him just so he’d believe she hadn’t showed up to oppose him? She hoped not.

    The sudden snag in his speech as he apparently got caught up on her mention of dimensional travel, however, instantly crushed her hopes. If there truly was some sort of lady luck out there in the multiverse, the timestress was convinced that she’d pissed her off somehow. She just had a gut feeling that even opening up the possibility of inter-dimensional travel and time traveling to the dude in leather had the potential to bring bad things for whatever dimension she’d landed in. But, at the same time, if he hadn’t been the one to drag her into his world... then perhaps he’d know who had. It’d be nice to get some information instead of trying to run back to Simultaneous empty-handed.

    --So much for getting take out.

        ❝Well, duh, I meant inter-dimensional travel. What else would a ‘dimension hop’ be?❞ Renet asked, reluctantly uncrossing her arms. ❝And maybe it’s impossible right now in... whatever dimension this is--I haven’t gotten a chance to check yet--but it’s not impossible impossible.❞ She leaned forward a little, twirling her scepter in one hand. ❝It really wasn’t you? You’re, like, positive?❞

[timesapprentice-blog]

    Honestly, she wasn’t sure what she had been expecting.

    The one day that she seemed to be handling her scepter with perfect form, the two of them working together like a well oiled machine, was the day that she ended up getting pulled somewhere she hadn’t intended to go by external sources. Sure, she was used to the temporal tool being an insufferable menace and dropping her in random places just to spite her or to teach her a lesson at being more precise; but the predicament she currently found herself in was entirely different. She’d just been minding her own damn business, trying to pop across the multiverse for a some take out after a long training session with Simultaneous, only to find herself... in some sort of lair. With a blue man decked out in skin-tight leather.

    Renet’s brow crinkled, her mind very obviously going straight to the worst case scenario of where she had ended up.

    But then he started to monologue, waving a remote around, talking about destroying a city or something and her tension eased just a little bit. Not a weird deviant--just a super villain. Which, okay, probably wasn’t much better ( or possibly worse ), but at least she hadn’t been dragged into anything awkward. In fact, when he actually took a moment to look over her, she could see that he was just as surprised as she was. Which was a good sign in her book; if it’d all been accidental and she hadn’t been his target, maybe he would just let her go. Maybe. If luck was on her side. ( It rarely was. )

        ❝--And you’re, like, not the Chinese take out guy. So I guess we’re both disappointed,❞ she said, folding her arms and cocking a hip out to one side. ❝How’d you even, like, bring me here? You dragged me straight out of a dimension hop.❞ Renet paused a moment, chewing on her bottom lip. ❝It... was you, right? That pulled me here?❞

@timesapprentice

            ❝ – Mwuahahahaha !! ❞

            He bellowed, black leather-clad fingers curling maniacally around his jawline a betrayal of his own excitement – it was a move that he’d practiced quite carefully, ascertaining the perfect angle that made him look the most intimidating. From beneath the cover of his cape, he pulled a detonator ( that looked conspicuously like a television remote that had been modified with a tiny satellite dish stuck to the top ), presenting it with a menacing flourish for the anticipated hero.

            ❝ – you’re too late, Metro FOOL!! As soon as I press this button, the entire city will be subjected to my – ❞ 

            Suddenly, all movement and dramatic show on his part ceased, bright green eyes darting up and down the unfamiliar figure in a lack of recognition. The villain’s arms fell to his sides, the remote detonator dangling haplessly by his hip as he addressed the stranger with a frank voice, entirely absent of its previous maniacal embellishment.

            ❝ – hey. You’re not Metro Man.  ❞

[timesapprentice-blog]

countitoff:

⚔ ❝              that would be much appreciated   ——   i need a vacation or something of the sort where i’m not    ABOUT TO DIE    or running from someone.            ❞ he mumbled, rubbing his face before dragging his hand down his face with a bit of a sigh. man was he tired   —-  if he wasn’t going on this vacation of sorts the leader would rather a fifty year nap.

he didn’t give the whole thing much more thought as he took her hand, clasping tight as he pulled his way up to the light with her.

❝              just don’t    LEAVE ME BEHIND   anywhere, okay    ??    um   .  .   after you renet, you’ve got the floor now.            ❞

    Her lips twitch as he grasps her hand, the smile upon them threatening to widen. Technically, he doesn’t need to hold on to her for the trip. None of them have in the past, as just being in her general vicinity is enough if she wants them to come along for the ride. But this time, she’d held it out for... some reason. She isn’t quite sure, actually. Maybe to emphasize that she wanted to help? A gesture to show that it’s a slow, no pressure situation? Not the fast-paced and stressful experience he might be used to when it comes to traveling with her?

    Whatever the case, Renet won’t deny that it makes her happy that he’s taken her hand. That he’s agreed to come with her. She squeezes it softly a few times in a way that she hopes is reassuring.

        ❝I won’t leave you anywhere, Leo. Promise,❞ she says, raising the scepter to close the portal behind them ( BWOOP! ) and start the trip. ❝And a vacation, hmm? I know some pretty nice places I could show you once we’re done in the library if you need, like, some time to just chill. If you want.❞

    The second she’s finished talking, the bubbling light around them is already opening another portal, and she instantly steps down out of it. Bookshelves stretching up to the high ceiling surround them from both sides, along with various display tables that each have different relics placed upon them. At the far end of the room, a large, golden statue sits with its hands empty--the former holding place for the Time Scepter before she had been granted full use of it.

        ❝--But for now, welcome to the 79th Dimension of Null Time.❞

[timesapprentice-blog]

On Thread Length

Some people use a lot of text when writing to show their muse’s mental state, some use it purely because their muse is talkative. But when things like that happen, some people stress over whether or not they should match length and it can be the reason some people have problems replying to things.

You do not need to match my length. My muses get lost in their heads/like to talk/just end up making me write a lot.

Write whatever you are comfortable with, because this is supposed to be fun and you should never be pressured to meet the length of your partner. Do what you want to, and hopefully by reblogging this, the mun of this blog will do the same.

[timesapprentice-blog]

❤ Dating Sim Tropes ❤

REBLOG AND FILL IN WITH DETAILS ABOUT YOUR MUSE AS IF THEY WERE A CHARACTER IN A DATING SIM.

NAME: Renet Tilley THEIR PROFESSION: Apprentice Timestress WHERE THEY CAN BE FOUND: The 79th Dimension of Null Time ( her home, basically ), New York City on Earth ( when visiting the Turtles/other friends ), Fifth Caelum ( one of her favorite planets in all the multiverse to go shopping on ) FAVOURITE FOOD TYPE (breakfast, junk food, veggies, etc): Varies wildly with where she is at the time. But on Earth her favorites are: pizza, Chinese take out, lots of breakfast foods, and pastries. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK: She has a major soft spot for beer and it’s often her go-to whenever it’s available. Though, she does have a bit of a weakness for your typical fruity drinks as well and can suck them down with just as much gusto. FAVOURITE TRAIT (romance, passion, sexuality, talent, flirtation, sentiment, joy): Humor, Passion, Sentiment, Flirtation WHERE THEY WOULD GO ON A DATE: Not super picky about location but does like places where she can shop. Though she’s also perfectly content just sitting up somewhere high and looking at a city at night or a pretty sunset out in the middle of nowhere on some random planet. IDEAL GIFT: Fashion sketchbook and/or some basic art supplies to fill it up with. WHEN WILL THEY DRINK ALCOHOL: Mostly socially. HOW MANY DATES UNTIL THEY GO TO BED: It’d be extremely dependent upon how comfortable she is with the person. Could be very few, or a quite a few. 

tagged by: @tenderborn tagging: @bomba-tea, @jkuin, @sorscier, and anyone else that would like to do it!

[timesapprentice-blog]

tenderborn:

🐢 as she handed him the pastry, the grin on his beak from before got wider in excitement of the possible new taste he was going to try. he was excited that was for sure. he’d had weird foods before but that’d mainly been out of necessity && it wasn’t   always   that great. usually not fantastic. kinda bad.

as he put the pastry half in his mouth he took a bite, tilting his head as he waited for the flavor to hit him && blinked. oh man  —–   it was    REALLY GOOD  .   .   &&   he was sure it showed on his face as he purred, shoulders arching some as he stimmed to the wonderful new taste in his mouth as he took another bite  .   .   though this time smaller.

he nodded in show that it was   real good   before following her some to the couch, closing an eye as he finished chewing && swallowed.  

❝              ah    —-    yeah sorry. go ahead, renny. the couch is free.              ❞

    The instant she was given permission, Renet practically collapsed onto the couch, almost looking like a ragdolling character model from a video game. Her hands, however, stayed firm, keeping their grasp upon both the box and her half-eaten pastry. Which she lazily took another bite out of once she had completely sunken into the cushions. The other treats she set down on the coffee table in front of her so that the two of them could continue to eat as they pleased.

    Honestly, she couldn’t even remember the last time she had been so wiped out. Probably after some mission that involved zipping around time and space to save Earth or the universe or time itself. Most likely with the turtles. But either way, she almost felt like she could have fallen asleep right then and there. She resisted the urge, though. Seeing her friends had been the reason she’d come! Not to nap on their couch.

        ❝Thanks--my feet were killing me. These boots are comfortable, but even the most comfortable shoes in the universe wouldn’t last a Third Level Apprentice test, I swear,❞ she rambled, using her free hand to pull her headpiece off. Blonde hair cascaded out when it was freed from it’s prison, framing Renet’s face and sticking up at odd angles. She didn’t even bother with trying to fix it. ❝--Do you, like, have to take any tests or whatever as a ninja, Mike? To move up to a higher level or something? Or is it all just, like... lots of training?❞

[timesapprentice-blog]

Headcanon: Age / Aging

( Please note that while I’m mostly caught up on the IDW comics now, I still haven’t gotten a chance to read Bebop and Rocksteady Destroy Everything and it’s been ages since I’ve read everything that has to do with Renet in the original Mirage comics. If anything I say contradicts something canon feel free to let me know, but just, y’know... don’t be a jerk about it or whatever. )

    I don’t recall this being addressed in canon anywhere officially, so over the years I’ve sort of developed a headcanon regarding how Renet ( or anyone, really ) would age in her profession. Since you’d think being a “timestress” or the “master of time” might make it seem like you don’t.

    Basically, I think of it like this: the 79th Dimension of Null Time isn’t called that for nothing. Inside of it time is, in a sense, null. Nothing, not even any of the inhabitants, ages while there because it’s almost as though there is no time at all.

    It’s different, however, than time being frozen or something along those lines. Bringing someone bleeding to death into Null Time wouldn’t automatically stop the progression of their wound; they’d still need medical treatment. Staying there for the equivalent of weeks on end and eating nothing but junk food would still cause someone to gain some weight if they normally would from doing so.

    The best way I can think to describe the way I see it is that in Null Time, you’re partaking in an endless, eternal day. You don’t age, because it’s all that same day, that same moment that you entered. And in that long-ass day or moment you can go about your business, but going to bed and waking up again doesn’t mean it’s a new day. It’s the same day and it’s more like you took a nap. Wash, rinse, repeat. You can still affect the dimension and the dimension can still affect you, but because it’s all one long day, there’s no aging.

    So, that begs the question: how does Renet age over the course of the comics? Simple. She leaves the 79th Dimension of Null Time? She starts aging again. Being in the time stream for any length of time will age her that same amount.

    So, while she will tell anyone that asks that she’s eighteen years old, in actuality, you could probably add some years to that number to make it more “accurate”. I headcanon she’s spent the equivalent of at least four years in Null Time during her apprenticeship. But she’s way too lazy to try to keep track of the time she spends outside the timestream versus inside of it and just sticks with keeping track of her “true” physical age.

     ( Hopefully this all makes sense and I’m not horribly deviating from canon, but if I am, meh. I’m a god damn roleplay blog for an obscure as fuck character that no one normally thinks too deeply about. My city now. )