Just A Girl In This Cursed Body🕊

"Maybe I can help you. I mean, you guys are lost, right?" I'm but an old fashioned pretty girl whose also Wert's ultimate "caretaker"! [Beatrice RP Account - Over the Garden Wall!] [[OC/multi-ship/multi-fandom (and universe) friendly! Feel free to join in or send me asks/starters!]]

[hauntedhemlock]

Anna is cool…

[nosnooksgetspooks-deactivated20]

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[hauntedhemlock]

pilgrim

[cursedbluebird-blog]

Well I posted a starter! But if you'd like to write a starter and send it to me, I'd be more than happy to reply!

[[Its fine! ^^ I'll look for your starter]]

[cursedbluebird-blog]

“I know it hurts to breathe but you have to stay with me, okay?”

Beatrice nods weakly, clenching her teeth in a faint hope of reducing the pain she feels. This however annoyed her, she felt useless.

As much as she tried to remember, she couldn’t for the life of her recall how she had gotten into this state of agony nor how long she had been like it but it was starting to feel like forever!

Beatrice began trying to calm herself and take lighter, deeper breaths however the pain was too much. Even these deep breaths gave her grief no matter how slowly she tried to breath. This was already made difficult due to how panicked she was.

Never had she felt so scared.

[wendyfulmother]

Wendy looked to the red-headed teen with compassion and sympthy glowing in her blueish-green eyes. The poor young british girl wasn’t really ever in this situation. They were the only two people around and she hardly even knew this girl. Yet, she continued to watch the older girl. Her motherly side began to show a tad.

“What is your name?” Wendy asked Beatrice, her british accent gently flowing out of her mouth.

[cursedbluebird-blog]

“B-Beatrice…” She croaks, wincing from the small movements which are required to speak but she was just glad she managed to get it out. Her green eyes full of this pain she was feeling but her hues look up to the Young British girl with such relief.

She had the feeling that this girl was the only one who seemed bothered and it made a change that someone was trying to help her, rather than her doing something for others and giving something in return. She had a feeling that this girls actions were genuine and it made her feel shame when thinking back on herself as a person. “H-how about you?” She speaks slow, having figured that she’d need to ease her speech, trying to form a smile but this was harder for the often stubborn girl normally without a throbbing making things worse.

[wendyfulmother]

Beatrice? Wendy thought to herself. That was a beautiful name. It really was. It sounded like the name of a princess out of one of the stories Wendy had heard many times before.

“What a lovely name…” The child cooed softly, her motherly nature showing from her gestures. Her eyes still on the red headed girl, worried for her.

“My name is Wendy Moira Angela Darling, but that’s rather long, don’t you agree? Everyone calls me Wendy.” The child answered the teen.

“How did this happen to you?” She asked. Wendy was genuinely worried, even if she just met Beatrice. She never liked seeing people in this kind of condition.

[cursedbluebird-blog]

Nodding a weak agreement, liking the sound of the girl whom was kindly putting herself out for her. Beatrice felt like an awful burden on Wendy who’s character contradicted her own in ways, Beatrice being often sarcastic and stubborn.

‘Wendy Moira Angela Darling’ Beatrice muses. A sweet name, suiting the girl well, she thought, however speaking was a struggle at this time but she attempts another weak smile.

Feeling a little easier, getting through the pain slightly she manages to speak. “It is a nice name…” Swallowing before trying to say more. “Y-yours too, even if it is. Long” she continues, wishing to lighten the mood but her condition prevents even a light chuckle from being a pleasant experience. Instead she tries to relax her face so it didn’t seem so stern and serious about everything like she usually felt she was but this next question made her feel her face shouldn’t seem so amused even if she wanted to cheer up somewhat.

“I honestly wish I knew.” She speaks slow, the thought of this surprises her by how sad it seem. The fact she had no memory of what happened at all.

[wendyfulmother]

Wendy looked at Beatrice with a small smile. She truely felt bad for the older teen. The child thanked Beatrice for the complement on her name softly as she adjusted her sitting postition by the girl. The British girl looked with

“Do you think you can sit up Beatrice?” The little girl asked gently. “It’s alright if you can’t.” She wanted to see if she was well enough to at the very least sit up right.

[cursedbluebird-blog]

"I-I can try." Gently Beatrice pushes herself up, weakly. Her arms supporting her for a few seconds before she has to let go. She leans on her elbows trying with all her strength to sit up against the pain that throbs in her chest. Her aching muscles scream but she sits herself up, the stubborn girl wouldn't have given up so easily if she had failed.

Smiling weakly to Wendy as she now sits up, she can start to see Wendy more clearly now. She had to admit, Wendy's long name did suit her and it was nice to see another face. Remembering nothing of what happened, she was glad someone came to aid her. Even if she had the feeling she may not be deserving.

[cursedbluebird-blog]

Hi! I was wondering if you'd like to plot with me! My baby is a young man who woke in the Unknown with no memory as to who he is, and now finds himself aimlessly wandering the woods in an attempt to remember who he is.

[[I'd love to! ^-^ Would you like me to make a starter or do you have an idea? Thank you for asking!]]

[hauntedhemlock]

tired

[cursedbluebird-blog]

“I know it hurts to breathe but you have to stay with me, okay?”

Beatrice nods weakly, clenching her teeth in a faint hope of reducing the pain she feels. This however annoyed her, she felt useless.

As much as she tried to remember, she couldn’t for the life of her recall how she had gotten into this state of agony nor how long she had been like it but it was starting to feel like forever!

Beatrice began trying to calm herself and take lighter, deeper breaths however the pain was too much. Even these deep breaths gave her grief no matter how slowly she tried to breath. This was already made difficult due to how panicked she was.

Never had she felt so scared.

[wendyfulmother]

Wendy looked to the red-headed teen with compassion and sympthy glowing in her blueish-green eyes. The poor young british girl wasn’t really ever in this situation. They were the only two people around and she hardly even knew this girl. Yet, she continued to watch the older girl. Her motherly side began to show a tad.

“What is your name?” Wendy asked Beatrice, her british accent gently flowing out of her mouth.

[cursedbluebird-blog]

“B-Beatrice…” She croaks, wincing from the small movements which are required to speak but she was just glad she managed to get it out. Her green eyes full of this pain she was feeling but her hues look up to the Young British girl with such relief.

She had the feeling that this girl was the only one who seemed bothered and it made a change that someone was trying to help her, rather than her doing something for others and giving something in return. She had a feeling that this girls actions were genuine and it made her feel shame when thinking back on herself as a person. “H-how about you?” She speaks slow, having figured that she’d need to ease her speech, trying to form a smile but this was harder for the often stubborn girl normally without a throbbing making things worse.

[wendyfulmother]

Beatrice? Wendy thought to herself. That was a beautiful name. It really was. It sounded like the name of a princess out of one of the stories Wendy had heard many times before.

“What a lovely name…” The child cooed softly, her motherly nature showing from her gestures. Her eyes still on the red headed girl, worried for her.

“My name is Wendy Moira Angela Darling, but that’s rather long, don’t you agree? Everyone calls me Wendy.” The child answered the teen.

“How did this happen to you?” She asked. Wendy was genuinely worried, even if she just met Beatrice. She never liked seeing people in this kind of condition.

[cursedbluebird-blog]

Nodding a weak agreement, liking the sound of the girl whom was kindly putting herself out for her. Beatrice felt like an awful burden on Wendy who's character contradicted her own in ways, Beatrice being often sarcastic and stubborn.

'Wendy Moira Angela Darling' Beatrice muses. A sweet name, suiting the girl well, she thought, however speaking was a struggle at this time but she attempts another weak smile.

Feeling a little easier, getting through the pain slightly she manages to speak. "It is a nice name..." Swallowing before trying to say more. "Y-yours too, even if it is. Long" she continues, wishing to lighten the mood but her condition prevents even a light chuckle from being a pleasant experience. Instead she tries to relax her face so it didn't seem so stern and serious about everything like she usually felt she was but this next question made her feel her face shouldn't seem so amused even if she wanted to cheer up somewhat.

"I honestly wish I knew." She speaks slow, the thought of this surprises her by how sad it seem. The fact she had no memory of what happened at all.

[shouldnt]

When ur writing an essay for a test and the teacher says u have 3 minutes left 

[7-aliens]

STOP LITTERING

STOP THROWING YOUR TRASH ON THE GROUND. STOP THROWING GARBAGE IN THE OCEAN. RECYCLE. PICK IT UP. STOP LITTERING. S T O P

[cursedbluebird-blog]

Zombie Apocalypse Starters

"I'm out of ammo!"

"Get to the second floor."

"Think we can last five years? I guess that's how long the hordes are suppose to last."

"Don't touch it. It could be trapped."

"Is that car dead?"

"I prefer a quieter weapon."

"Don't suppose you have an ax do you?"

"What was that?"

"Care for another mystery meal?"

"Catch anything in the rat traps?"

"Don't come any closer."

"I'm not going in there."

"We have to sleep together to conserve warmth."

"Does that house have solar panels on it?"

"I know we're only suppose to carry the essentials but I can't leave this behind."

"If you honestly think I trust the government after what happened, you're crazy."

"Did you hear that?"

"Believe in God now?"

"Ready to go out there?"

"I can't do this anymore."

"Want to know what I miss the most?"

"I can't stay here."

"Are they gone?"

"Do you think we'll make it?"

"We need water."

"I set some traps. Hopefully we'll have food in the morning."

"How are you feeling today?"

"I made some tea."

"This really isn't so bad."

"I have something to tell you..."

"Shh! Something's out there."

[cursedbluebird-blog]

“I know it hurts to breathe but you have to stay with me, okay?”

Beatrice nods weakly, clenching her teeth in a faint hope of reducing the pain she feels. This however annoyed her, she felt useless.

As much as she tried to remember, she couldn’t for the life of her recall how she had gotten into this state of agony nor how long she had been like it but it was starting to feel like forever!

Beatrice began trying to calm herself and take lighter, deeper breaths however the pain was too much. Even these deep breaths gave her grief no matter how slowly she tried to breath. This was already made difficult due to how panicked she was.

Never had she felt so scared.

[wendyfulmother]

Wendy looked to the red-headed teen with compassion and sympthy glowing in her blueish-green eyes. The poor young british girl wasn’t really ever in this situation. They were the only two people around and she hardly even knew this girl. Yet, she continued to watch the older girl. Her motherly side began to show a tad.

“What is your name?” Wendy asked Beatrice, her british accent gently flowing out of her mouth.

[cursedbluebird-blog]

"B-Beatrice..." She croaks, wincing from the small movements which are required to speak but she was just glad she managed to get it out. Her green eyes full of this pain she was feeling but her hues look up to the Young British girl with such relief.

She had the feeling that this girl was the only one who seemed bothered and it made a change that someone was trying to help her, rather than her doing something for others and giving something in return. She had a feeling that this girls actions were genuine and it made her feel shame when thinking back on herself as a person. "H-how about you?" She speaks slow, having figured that she'd need to ease her speech, trying to form a smile but this was harder for the often stubborn girl normally without a throbbing making things worse.

[hagkanpanau]

Wirt and Greg of “Over the Garden Wall”.

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(Like or reblog if you’re willing to rp with a Big Hero 6 canon blog? I need to rp with more peeps)

[gabriel-picolo]

Icarus and the Sun 

Inspired by Icarus, who dared to fly too near the sun on wings of feathers and wax. If he was in love with the sun, then this might as well be a story of forbidden love.

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[cursedbluebird-blog]

“I know it hurts to breathe but you have to stay with me, okay?”

Beatrice nods weakly, clenching her teeth in a faint hope of reducing the pain she feels. This however annoyed her, she felt useless. As much as she tried to remember, she couldn't for the life of her recall how she had gotten into this state of agony nor how long she had been like it but it was starting to feel like forever!Beatrice began trying to calm herself and take lighter, deeper breaths however the pain was too much. Even these deep breaths gave her grief no matter how slowly she tried to breath. This was already made difficult due to how panicked she was. Never had she felt so scared.