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Reblog this is you're 10000% with being approached with plot ideas at random!
Of course, this doesn’t mean you have to say yes, but a lot of times we don’t know we’d be interested in a thread idea unless it’s brought to our attention!
Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.
‘Something's Wrong’ Sentence Starters
Something’s Wrong With My Muse
“Oh, God, you’re bleeding. You’re bleeding a lot.”
“Stop squirming, I’m trying to help.”
“Hang on, I got you.”
“Just lean on me, I’ll help you walk.”
“We should get that looked at.”
“Don’t tilt your head back, you’ll make your nosebleed worse!”
“Just sit up and breathe, ok?”
“Eh, you’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”
“Whatever you do, don’t go to sleep. Stay awake.”
“Oooooo. That looks painful.”
“Oh, thank God! Don’t scare me like that!”
“How the hell did you do this to yourself?”
“Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?”
“You stopped breathing.”
“Oh look, it’s alive.”
“Take deep breaths, you’ll be fine.”
“Arms shouldn’t move like that…”
“What happened to your leg?!”
“Yep, that’s broken alright. How’d you manage that?”
“Here’s some ice for that.”
“You’re welcome, by the way.”
“Yeesh, you look like shit.”
“Wait, you were mugged?!”
“Is that a stab/gunshot wound?”
“Ok, ew. I’m not cleaning that up.”
“Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head.”
“You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn’t be moving around too much if I were you.”
“I thought you were dead!”
“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?”
“Can you walk on your own?”
“You’re getting blood on my clothes!”
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
Something’s Wrong With Your Muse
“Is that three fingers you’re holding up?”
“I’m so sorry for getting blood on your clothes!”
“I’m not sure I can walk on my own.”
“On a scale of 1 to 10, my pain’s at least an 8.”
“You thought I was dead?”
“Do you think I have a concussion?”
“I hit my head; now I don’t feel so good.”
“I’m so sorry. Do you mind cleaning up?”
“I think I’ve been stabbed/shot.”
“I just got mugged!”
“Do I look as bad as I feel?”
“Could I maybe get an ice pack for this?”
“Thank you, by the way.”
“I think my leg is broken.”
“I can’t feel my arm.”
“I’m going to need more than deep breathing to calm me down.”
“I’m not dead yet!”
“Oh, God, I’m bleeding. I’m bleeding a lot.”
“Are you really trying to help?”
“Please help me.”
“Can I lean on you? I don’t think I can walk.”
“I think I need to get this looked at.”
“I can’t get my nose to stop bleeding!”
“I can’t seem to catch my breath.”
“I’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”
“Please help me stay awake.”
“This hurts just as much as it looks like it does.”
“Sorry - did I scare you?”
“I don’t know how I managed to do this to myself.”
“I don’t know if I can stay awake.”
“I stopped breathing?”
Note: Revamp of an older sentence starter post found here.
Reblog this is if it’s okay to come into your inbox with ic asks any time!
Not-doing-too-good sentence starters
memes-for-the-rper:
“Whoa, are you okay?”
“You took that hit pretty hard…”
“Don’t stand up yet.”
“That definitely looks broken…”
“Walk it off.”
“How are you feeling?”
“When was the last time you slept?”
“You look like shit.”
“Have you been eating enough?”
“Here, let me help you.”
“Why are you limping?”
“You’re really pale…”
“Did you just go throw up?”
“Why aren’t you eating?”
“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”
“That looks infected.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”
“I told you you’d get sick.”
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”
“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”
“Look at me–you’re safe.”
“Take a deep breath.”
“Are you bleeding?!”
“How’d you get a bruise like that?”
“What happened?”
“Let me help you!”
“Can you hear me?”
“You hit your head pretty hard.”
“Don’t move.”
“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”
“Breathe.”
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Injury Starters
“Whoa, when did you get this?”
“Who did this to you?”
“Hold still— I need to clean it.”
“I’m supposed to believe this was an accident?”
“Damn— I’d hate to see the other guy.”
“Does this hurt when I touch it?”
“What the hell, ___? Another fight?”
“What the hell happened to your face?”
“Why are you so calm about this? You’re really hurt.”
“I think your arm is broken. It’s not supposed to bend like that.”
“Here, let me help you with that.”
“You’re bleeding a lot. Too much. Apply more pressure. I’m calling an ambulance.”
“Did you think I was gonna leave you like this?”
“Instead of helping you, they ran off? What an asshole.”
“You need to be more careful. You keep getting hurt like this and you’ll put yourself out of commission.”
“Let me grab the first-aid kit. Don’t move.”
“So, do you wanna explain to me what the hell happened?”
“You look really pale. Sit down. I don’t need you fainting before I get this stitched-up.”
“I’m not blaming you, I’m just saying this looks awfully suspicious.”
“How many of them were there? This doesn’t look like one man’s doing.”
“Sit still. I need to clean this before it gets infected.”
“Wiggle your fingers. I need to make sure it’s not broken.”
“This is gonna hurt. A lot. But it’ll be quick. I need to pop it back into place.”
“I told you not to act recklessly like that. You might think you’re protecting me, but you’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep jumping in like that.”
“That was really close this time. Too close. Please, promise me you’re gonna listen to me and be more careful in the future.”
Give my muse a pet you think they’d like!!
Could be any kind of pet you can think of! Nothing’s off limits!
Protection
The moon was full. Listig and a pack of werewolves were resting in wolf form following the end of their third night of revelry. Most of the wolves were in a large throng, a pile almost in the center of a clearing. A few were in smaller groupings a bit away from the main group. Everyone wall curled up with at least two others, all except Listig that is. He was alone on the edge of the clearing. He laid his head on his paws and tried not to feel too bad for himself. He’d been left out and shunned for most of his life with this pack. It was not the one he had born in to. No his mother pack had been slaughtered when he was just a pup. He could just barely remember his mother as she had been alive. But her death he remembered vividly. It had been a night not unlike this one when hunters had found their small pack and slaughtered everyone but him. He had survived because he had been covered by his mother’s dead body and large leaves from a fern. Listig had been found and adopted by a family friend, a member of another pack. He was grateful to his adoptive mother, but she couldn’t keep her pack from treating him like a leper. They thought him cursed, because he was the only survivor and because he had a white streak of fur running from his nose to the tip of his tail. His eleven year old self thought that was poppycock, but quite a few of the members of this pack still, years later thought he would bring ruin to them. He’d been called förbannade, cursed, instead of his name more often than not by some of them. Tonight he’d decided to ensure his adoptive mother got to enjoy herself more. He’d insisted he’d be ok if she joined the main group. He’d lied and said he’d managed to get a couple others to spend the last bits of the night with him. Listig let out a huff. Being him sure sucked sometimes. Gunshots rang out and shook Listig out of his thoughts of self pity. He watched horrified as silver bullets sped from guns in the hands of three men. Within seconds every wolf in the main pile had been shot. Listig shot to his paws and started running away from the clearing, away from his life coming crashing down around him again. He ran hard and fast, fueled by adrenaline for a long while. When he slowed down and listened he didn’t hear, see or smell, anyone pursuing him. He didn’t let his guard down though. The hunters had somehow gotten the drop on the pack, so they had obviously found a way around the weres’ wolf senses. Listig kept running a bit slower for sure, but still moving away from where he had just survived another massacre. Eventually he came to a town. He’d somehow managed to not run in to any homes until he got to a street that housed a pawn shop. Listig raced to the door and ran right in to it, hoping against hope that his impact would open it.
I'm glad you find it amusing. Lana's Papa would be mortified if you found it offensive.
Mortified? Offensive? Negative. You know, you can reblog my answered post with a hologram so that I can review this toy.
So, crochet...
It is. And its probably not a good likeness either, but Lana adores it. Next time you're near the First order you should ask about her. Lana Hux. ;)
First Order?
“It’s what the Imperial remnants call themselves. And honestly they could use your help.”
Not the Empire of the Hand.
The First Order followed in the Empire of the Hand’s footsteps. But they are starting to reemerge from the “unknown regions.” Like I said they could use someone of your abilities to help them with the final push.
I doubt this First Order could do it. I am retired.
I respect that. Thanks for talking to me. :)
I'm glad you find it amusing. Lana's Papa would be mortified if you found it offensive.
Mortified? Offensive? Negative. You know, you can reblog my answered post with a hologram so that I can review this toy.
So, crochet...
It is. And its probably not a good likeness either, but Lana adores it. Next time you're near the First order you should ask about her. Lana Hux. ;)
First Order?
“It’s what the Imperial remnants call themselves. And honestly they could use your help.”
Not the Empire of the Hand.
The First Order followed in the Empire of the Hand’s footsteps. But they are starting to reemerge from the “unknown regions.” Like I said they could use someone of your abilities to help them with the final push.
I'm glad you find it amusing. Lana's Papa would be mortified if you found it offensive.
Mortified? Offensive? Negative. You know, you can reblog my answered post with a hologram so that I can review this toy.
So, crochet...
It is. And its probably not a good likeness either, but Lana adores it. Next time you're near the First order you should ask about her. Lana Hux. ;)
First Order?
“It’s what the Imperial remnants call themselves. And honestly they could use your help.”
I'm glad you find it amusing. Lana's Papa would be mortified if you found it offensive.
Mortified? Offensive? Negative. You know, you can reblog my answered post with a hologram so that I can review this toy.
So, crochet...
It is. And its probably not a good likeness either, but Lana adores it. Next time you're near the First order you should ask about her. Lana Hux. ;)
I'm glad you find it amusing. Lana's Papa would be mortified if you found it offensive.
Mortified? Offensive? Negative. You know, you can reblog my answered post with a hologram so that I can review this toy.
"Papa?" A small dark haird, blue eyed, girl named Lana asked, "Will I be allowed to meet Grand Admiral Thrawn when he's here next week? I promise I'll be good."
He frowned, but not out of anger or irritation. More out of surprise, and a wish that she didn't feel that she needed to ask. He knelt down, to put himself on her level. "Of course you will," he said. "You think I wouldn't want want to introduce my greatest hero.. to Grand Admiral Thrawn?" There was a twinkle in his eye that most weren't privy to. "I'm sure the Grand Admiral would be honoured to meet you." She was too young yet to begin her path in the academy, but as he understood it, Chiss children were considered fit to serve at a much younger age than she. Perhaps the Grand Admiral would be interested in taking her on, as a student-- or whatever the appropriate parallel might be.
Ksksnsnd
Nightmares
“Did you have a nightmare?” “Would you sleep here, with me?” “It was just a dream” “I had a nightmare” “I’ll be here until you fall asleep” “Wake up” “Adults aren’t supposed to get nightmares” “I can’t sleep” “You’re dreaming” “I have nightmares” “Will you stay, until I fall asleep?” “It wasn’t real” “It’s not surprising that you have nightmares” “I had a bad dream” “It’s the same every time I close my eyes” “I’ll have nightmares for months” “I have these dreams” “This is a nightmare” “I woke up terrified” “This is going to be a nightmare” “I’m scared to go to sleep” “You’re a nightmare” “Do you want to sleep here?” “What are your nightmares about?”
Reblog if you don’t mind Slice-of-Life threads that don’t necessarily go anywhere.
✕ there is so much development to be made from people just… being together. there’s no need for a whole huge big plot for muses to make memories. just conversation and doing mundane things together is enough sometimes.
