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An Original Story Oc Independent Selective To blog. Created and loved by Bun.
All art by Bun on @lesbunnian . And icon frame made by @etherose
💕 (From this meme, from Ellie)
Hugs! She loved hugs! So she hugs Ellie full of joy and even hops up into the woman's arms.
[ comb ] sender takes their time brushing receiver's hair (from Layla)
Daffy never had anyone comb her hair before, she didn't know if it needed to be combed. Not because she doest know what it does or how it's good for you. But Daffy never had to worry about it getting knotted. It never really tangled or got stuck in things. It could get wet and dirty but it was never unruly or unmanageable. A curious thing.
But it was still nice, having someone so gently and tenderly weaving the comb through her hair. She swayed a bit, too much and hummed as her dear older sister took care of her hair.
"Can I do yours next? It seems really fun!"
It seemed so normal, and Daffy couldn't help but be grateful for normal.
So um...hello!
I am alive. And i.am.okay! I am kinda returning here and to all of my rp blogs tentatively. Mostly doing this for funsies and connection.
Feel free to send me memes on any of my blogs right now. Memes don't expire on any of them and I will answer regardless of the meme
I might make new muses I might take away some. But overall. I'm here and happy.
Here is my other rp blogs:
@etgloria - canon multimuse
@amorfati-rp - OC multimuse
@booksofthelibrary - Book Character OC blog
New Art for my OC Daffodil! I had this sketch traditionally for a while and I decide to make it digital! She also has a rp.blog in the form of @booksofthelibrary
Here's the speedpaint on YouTube!
Send "Let's go home." to find my muse out in the rain, alone and freezing
Missed drawing Daffy! This is old but I never posted it! Had to fix that!
So uh.....due to how life has been going...guess whose coming back full force into the rp sphere? Me! So I'm gonna put this on all my blogs!
@venusphacelia @etgloria @amorfati-rp and here! So like or reblog this is you wanna RP with me! Or to plan something with me. Of course win selective still if you're a first time rper you still have to send me a message and talk to me first. But otherwise come at me!
CW: mental health struggles, personal talk, personal mental health, emotional rambles.
Moral Alignment Test
Tagged by/ Stole From: @etherose
Tagging: @blindedguilt, @voicelesshatred, and anyone else who would like to try it?
"You're doing well..."
How Pure are you?
"Really? Yay!"
I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?
Haruki Murakami - Norwegian Wood
[ reach ] sender hesitantly reaches for receiver's hand, unsure if the action will be reciprocated (From Layla because let them just be sweet sisters. Layla is touch starved and hesitant)
Daffy had walked beside Layla with utter joy. It was always such a great time to be on a walk with her big sister. Daffy had been rambling, about her discoveries and her experiences. Just normal things that any child can find joy in. New joys that Daffy never experienced before. Such joy.
Though Layla had stopped, Daffy could only tell cause she didn't feel her presence at her side anymore. When she turned to look at her, Layla's hand was reached out and frozen in the air. A blink. Maybe two. As Daffy easily walked back over and took that hand Layla held out. Looking up and smiling warmly at her sister before continuing on.
"You should've seen it Layla! The Fish was huge!"
PROMPTS FOR TOUCH-STARVED MUSES * adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts
DIALOGUE PROMPTS
could you... do that again?
please come back.
hold me again.
i need to feel you close.
we could share the same bed.
could we try holding hands?
right there. just like that.
i want to know how it feels.
i like it when you're nearby.
if you could just... stay here for a while.
lean into me. it's okay.
i like your hugs.
i want you here.
please touch me.
your arms feel so safe.
stay close to me.
the bed feels so cold.
come into my arms.
let me hold you.
cling to me.
you can keep doing that.
you don't have to let go.
i feel safe when you're near me.
that feels so good.
that was... really nice.
i like it when you play with my fingers.
could you come a little closer?
you can play with my hair if you want.
you don't have to sit so far away.
would you sleep here with me?
you feel like home to me.
if you keep doing that, i can't promise i'll behave.
can i lay on you?
would you touch me again?
don't let go of me.
stay like this.
don't go.
ACTION PROMPTS
[ reach ] sender hesitantly reaches for receiver's hand, unsure if the action will be reciprocated
[ instinct ] sender takes receiver's hand on instinct in reaction to a startling sight or event, not even realizing they did it
[ cling ] sender wraps both of their arms around one of receiver's arms and clings
[ rest ] sender sits next to receiver and rests their head on receiver's shoulder
[ doze ] sender falls asleep with their head on receiver's shoulder
[ play ] sender clings to receiver's hand and begins absentmindedly playing with their fingers
[ reassure ] sender reassures receiver by rubbing their arm up and down, hoping to ease their stress
[ heart ] sender guides receiver's hand to their heart
[ quiver ] sender and receiver's hands brush with slight contact, causing receiver to shiver on instinct
[ come back ] receiver took their hand away, so sender reaches for it a second time, taking it back and refusing to let go
[ first hug ] sender pulls receiver into their first hug
[ lasting ] sender and receiver's innocent hug lasts a little longer than they both expected
[ trace ] sender lightly traces the shape of sender's face, exploring every part of their complexion with tender fingertips
[ comb ] sender takes their time brushing receiver's hair
[ refuse ] when receiver insists they break their hug, sender refuses and only tightens their grip around them
[ cuddle ] sender moves closer to receiver as they sleep and snuggles down beside them, finding comfort in their presence
[ pull back ] sender pulls receiver back into bed with them
[ nuzzle ] sender nuzzles into receiver's cheek with their nose
[ cheek ] sender caresses receiver's cheek
[ nose ] sender lightly taps the tip of receiver's nose
[ lips ] sender caresses receiver's lips with their fingertip
[ chest ] sender smooths a hand over receiver's chest
[ legs ] sender starts to drag a hand back and forth over receiver's legs
[ inner thigh ] as sender caresses receiver's thigh, they gently slip their hand between receiver's legs
[ distance ] unable to touch or embrace receiver, sender self-soothes by wrapping their arms around themselves
[ pinky ] sender and receiver hold hands by their pinky fingers
[ smooth ] sender takes their time caressing over every part of receiver's body
[ blanket ] sender wraps a blanket around their body and receiver's body, hudding close together
What flavour is your soul?
cinnamon
oh child of spice you are bound to the core of the earth. can you feel the heartbeat of nature pulsing through your veins. you are the mouthful of autumn that scorched through your throat, you are the pepper of life that wakes up the weary. the foolish and shaking will attempt to dilute you with sickening sugar, do not let them. your spark is what keeps us alive my dear. keep burning, little star. you see the beauty and the light, but oh you have been fed poison and refuse to drop it onto other's tongues. be wild. I know what your heart is chanting. run. run. run. run dear, find your story. do not trade your spirit for safety. you are a child of the earth, forever seeking, forever dancing.
Tagged by: @blindedguilt
Tagging: @tenebrispxnea, and YOU!