[matteredloyaltyaa]

So, I’m just going through to give all my blogs the default Tumblr theme so my asks can work but I’m not bothering with a theme. I was relieved when dash only offered me an out from having to work on them. It’s ugly, but all my information blog-wise are still in the google docs linked in the descriptions. 

In light of this, I’m also up to rping on D/iscord for people who want that. Just add me: Ghostproof Rory #2278.

[bondsevrd]

                               THIS BLOG IS ARCHIVING. 

I have moved this character to a multimuse over on @ofdcstinies. If you wish to continue to interact, please follow me over there. I will be moving my threads and asks over as people follow.

[bondsevrd]

                               THIS BLOG IS ARCHIVING. 

I have moved this character to a multimuse over on @ofdcstinies. If you wish to continue to interact, please follow me over there. I will be moving my threads and asks over as people follow.

[bondsevrd]

                               THIS BLOG IS ARCHIVING. 

I have moved this character to a multimuse over on @ofdcstinies. If you wish to continue to interact, please follow me over there. I will be moving my threads and asks over as people follow.

[bondsevrd]

                               THIS BLOG IS ARCHIVING. 

I have moved this character to a multimuse over on @ofdcstinies. If you wish to continue to interact, please follow me over there. I will be moving my threads and asks over as people follow.

[leneemusing]

misc sentence starters

“  i wish i knew how to talk about it.  ”   “  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ”   “  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ”   “  i wish i could hate you.  ”  “  take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while.  ” “  i need you to trust me.  ”   “  i missed/miss you.  ”   “  she/he won’t listen to me.  ” “  let me do this for you. please.  ”   “  is there anything else you want to say to me?  ” “  tell me something happy.  ”   “  promise me.  ” “  i just want/wanted to help.  ”   “  let me explain.  ” “  i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me.  ”   “  i’m on your side.  ” “  i’ve got your back, okay? ” “  please, tell me you have a plan.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ” “  don’t go. please.  ”   “  i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be.  ”   “  talk to me.  ”   “  i did what i had to do.  ” “  we can’t keep going on like this.  ” “  i’m just tired.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it.  ” “  it’s better to expect disappointment.  ” “  hope is dangerous.  ” “  i like seeing you smile.  ”   “  you look beautiful.  ”   “  be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ”   “  i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “  i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up.  ”   “  have a drink with me.  ” “  she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice.  ” “  you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “  can i help you?  ” “  i thought you’d like this.  ” “  do you wanna get out of here?  ” “  walk with me?  ” “  well, shit.  ”

[burdenedhealer]

culthcnt· [Kassandra.]:

       The woman shakes his hand firmly in greeting, moving a free hand up to pat the side of his arm gently. Kassandra pulled back after the hand shake, arms crossed over chest and hand moving up to rest on her cheek gently.                     ❝You’re right, I’m not in a bad way, but                   I came here with an offer.❞        She spoke with confidence, pacing a little with amber eyes locked on him and hand now raised to cup underneath her chin as she thought out her next words. She wants to take him on her next voyage, but she isn’t quite sure if he’ll go with her. After all, she doesn’t know how long they’ll be gone. She’s hoping for a week or so, but Gods know not everything works in her favor. Shifting a little to face him, she tilts her head.                     ❝I was wondering if you’d like to join me                    on my ship a little while. Perhaps a week,                    but I’m not going to lie to you- depending                    on sea and if there’s any storms it could take                   longer than planned. Still, I’d like you to join me                   on my ship for this voyage.❞         She spoke a little softly, looking down at him with a careful gaze. Perhaps this was the wrong idea- maybe she should just say never mind and leave, but she has a feeling she might intrigue him with this new found idea. It could be good for the healer- to get out of the practice for a bit to enjoy himself with the world around them.

    AN OFFER. Lykaon couldn’t help the slight raise of his eyebrows at her words. He had been the one asking for HELP when they first met, he really wondered what use she’d have for him outside of healing. Though, he couldn’t help the quick look of surprise that passed his expression. 

    “...Your ship.” His tone was somewhat deadpan, disbelieving. He had known she was a mercenary, a misthios, but a ship captain was new. 

    Though, being gone for THAT long? He hadn’t left the Chora of Delphi in years, not since he had established himself there as a physician. Yet...well, it WAS tempting, if only for the sake of his curiosity. He had only traveled so much in his lifetime, but leaving his patients for that long? Well...he didn’t have many patients at the moment, outside of those overly anxious about their health (in his opinion) and those who were prone to faking injury to visit with him. 

    “I don’t know,” he replied with a small sigh, scratching lightly at his beard for a moment, “This is all so sudden. Is there a destination in mind for this voyage or are you letting Poseidon choose?”  

[burdenedhealer]

culthcnt· (Kassandra.):

Random Starter yeehaw || @burdenedhealer·

     This was the first time in a few months since the woman last shown her face in Phokis. The eagle bearer was still very common around that part after sneaking into the cultist lair for proof and more information on the cultist she heard about. Kassandra rode steadily into the little village called the Chora of Delphi on the back of her mighty steed. She pulls back a little on the reins, causing Phobos to stop right there by the post. Slipping off her horse, she walked into the village until she found the healer. Arms crossed over her chest as she gazed at him, before a smile crept on tan scarred lips.                       ❝Lykaon. It’s been awhile.❞         She greets him, walking over a little with a hand out stretched to shake his. It’s been far too long since she’s last seen him.                         ❝Still a fine healer, I see.❞

    He hadn’t given the horse much thought when he had caught someone riding toward his home, though the RIDER did give him some pause. After a couple months, he had assumed he wouldn’t be seeing much of Kassandra, if at all. She certainly seemed to lead a BUSY life--or, perhaps they both did, but Lykaon was rather stationary. Still, he offered her a small grin and nod at her greeting, placing some herbs down on his table as he let out a soft chuckle.

     “I do my best.”

     He turned to grip her extended hand in greeting, releasing it after a shake to cross his arms slightly, tilting his head.

     “What do I owe the visit? You do not appear to be in a bad way.”

[burdenedhealer]

I haven’t been on here in a second but like take Lykaon places. He hasn’t left the Chora of Delphi in years. 

[rothelp]

miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

[burdenedhealer]

Like this for a small starter. I should get the ball rolling a little more over here too. I’m also completely open to plotting, also.

[veilled-deactivated20160315]

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

[theobscuracamera-deactivated202]

veilled:

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

[burdenedhealer]

People in the village: Oh, our Lykaon takes very good care of us, but nobody seems to take care of him. He doesn’t seem to want to let anybody close and is definitely bothered by something.  Lykaon two hours later: So I know I just asked you to help me kill my grandmother, but do you want to spend the night with me?

[burdenedhealer]

Like this for a small starter. I should get the ball rolling a little more over here too. I’m also completely open to plotting, also.

[burdenedhealer]

@ofmisthios​ asked: “ please, let me help you. ”

feels-y sentence starters -- still accepting

    “...No. No. I appreciate that, but…”

    There was that UNCERTAINTY again. It sat heavily in his gut, making him question if the SOLUTION he had decided upon for this whole situation was something he could DO. All Lykaon knew was that it was all he HAD. If it was what was RIGHT, what would be enough to give in response to the lives she had ruined...well, then he would HAVE to do it. Kassandra had already done more than enough, and he felt it was in his RESPONSIBILITY to be the one to deal with it. 

    “If Praxithea’s blood should be on someone’s hands, it should be MINE.”

[burdenedhealer]

culthcnt· [Kassandra.]:

Starter Call. || @burdenedhealer·

      It has been awhile since the mercenary last seen the healer. Kassandra knew the state Lykaon was in when she left, but she couldn’t stay there much longer. Not killing his grandmother must of been something he was still coping with, and the whole situation in general. So, when she came across the village, she decided to visit. Riding down the street with Phobos, she eventually came to a stop in front of his home- examining it quietly before slipping off her horse, and approaching where she first met him- lone and behold, he was out there. Perhaps doing his daily healer work? Giving a small smile and an awkward wave, she nodded to Lykaon as soon as she caught his eye.                         ❝Chaírete, Lykaon. It’s been awhile.❞            Gods, she never has been good at greeting old friends.

    Luckily, the day seemed to be rather SLOW. Considering he was the village’s healer, perhaps he should have just taken that blessing as it were. However, Lykaon preferred to keep busy. It stopped his mind of wandering. Since Kassandra had helped him, it HAD allowed him to rest a little easier, but it didn’t remove the thoughts and weight of everything off his shoulders. At least, not currently. It had been quite some time since, Lykaon still finding himself STRUGGLING with his decision now and again, much to his frustration sometimes. He needed to move on from it. At least he could focus on his patients, continue his life in that way without it hounding him at every waking moment. At least, some days. It was becoming more common recently. Though, it didn’t appear the day would exactly ALLOW him in the moment, his gaze lifting as he caught movement out of the corner of his eye.

    He raised his eyebrows somewhat at the familiar face, giving her a small smile and nod at her greeting.

    “Chaîre,” he returned, turning to face her more fully, “It has. I had...well, I’d been assuming I wouldn’t be seeing you for some time, Kassandra.” Or ever, but perhaps that might not be worth saying out loud. “What do I owe the visit?”

[slnnohan]

so how many black people have to say it before you listen?

stop making blm into something you incorporate into your fandoms. if you can’t sympathize w real people, then just say so. if you want that clout off of black pain, then just say so. what are you really saying when you make blm aus?

this a joke to you? is the rioting fun for you?

are you having fun because you managed to repackage your discomfort into something easy to fictionalize?

and you’re making memes and jokes about the real life deaths of people? that’s what their lives were to you?

you show you really don’t give a fuck. you just want those likes and reblogs. this is a trend to you and you don’t want to confront how uncomfortable everything makes you.