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A long overdue promo post for seeking out new folks to write with Feel free to reblog, if you figure any of your Followers might be interested

• 10+ years RP experience • Independent Original Character • Mun is 18+ • Multiverse friendly • Occasional art, both traditionally and digitally • Horror elements, particularly gore and body horror, but not exclusively as a threat • Narrative and chatroom style roleplayer. Alternates, depending • Roleplays on and off of tumblr. DM for more info • Very relaxed roleplayer, just a sucker for detail and loves writing. • Does not expect matched reply length • Always accepting prompts I’ve reblogged • Accepts thread replies no matter how old the last post

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[gold-and-gunpowder]

"Remember kid, a smile is a weapon, use it to make your job easier."

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ooc musings

[[ Gettin the itch again, now that I have the time to write again

If you followed me recently, I'm looking at you and trying to figure how to throw my boy your way, but if you have any ideas feel free to hit me first ]]

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ooc musing

There's no way this isn't gonna be completely outta nowhere for y'all, but y'all're the only folks who will get how wild this is:

Absolutely crazy seeing Hale on a coaster, for purchase, and knowing there's a LOT more to come than just that including a 3D model finally - for work

Insane. Absolutely insane. I would've never believed it if someone told me this would happen in the future back when I made this blog

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I yelled this while using a Hale PNG avatar during a stream and now it's on a slate coaster. This is insane to me

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"Demi has been hiding for so long I almost lost my appetite for Yordles."

"Starve."

[needsmorememes]

‘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.

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ooc musing

There's no way this isn't gonna be completely outta nowhere for y'all, but y'all're the only folks who will get how wild this is:

Absolutely crazy seeing Hale on a coaster, for purchase, and knowing there's a LOT more to come than just that including a 3D model finally - for work

Insane. Absolutely insane. I would've never believed it if someone told me this would happen in the future back when I made this blog

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ooc

Yo hey. I didn't forget about the blog. Something very bad happened in my life midway through November. Been recovering since

I'll be okay in time. It's a very heavy loss, but I'm taking care of myself the best I can, especially with the holiday season being a rough time for me as is. I'm not alone, I'm in caring company that's been helping me immensely. I'll be back at it again soon enough, just, y'know, taking my time.

I hope y'all're having a swell holiday season and that the upcoming year is better for all of us

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"While one could argue that eating evil goats is a way to better the world, I'd rather you don't eat another version of me. Just give her to me and I will make sure she will not pester you or your blue little friend again - or at least I will try." Soraka used diplomacy against a troll. Will it be effective?

The visible confusion on that mug of his instantly gives way to the question marks swirling through his head at the sight of a second goat woman, dressed and decorated exactly like the other, but not actually her? That was outright a second Weird Goat Woman. Either that, or a weird clothing decision between weird twins.

Regardless, though it takes a moment, when he finally responds it's with a flat frown, stern brow, and a heavy, frustrated huff.

"Why not." he retorted boldly. " ‘s not you. ‘n she's annoyin’. I eat her ‘n she'll be useful for once."

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@soraka-in-warhammer40k :

"Yeah, but there's bad stuff INSIDE the meat. Would you really try to eat a... ah, I remember their names, a Balestrider? That sounds like a bad idea, no? She's kinda like that."

She was slowly but surely running out of ideas...

With the glare she gets, she might as well have sprouted a second head and expected that to be a satisfying answer.

"Stop makin' up words." he scolds irritably. He has no idea what she just said, but, going by her barely remembering the name herself, as far as he's concerned she might as well have pulled the excuse straight from her rear.

"Why save her anyway? You said too she's better gone."

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"While one could argue that eating evil goats is a way to better the world, I'd rather you don't eat another version of me. Just give her to me and I will make sure she will not pester you or your blue little friend again - or at least I will try." Soraka used diplomacy against a troll. Will it be effective?

The visible confusion on that mug of his instantly gives way to the question marks swirling through his head at the sight of a second goat woman, dressed and decorated exactly like the other, but not actually her? That was outright a second Weird Goat Woman. Either that, or a weird clothing decision between weird twins.

Regardless, though it takes a moment, when he finally responds it's with a flat frown, stern brow, and a heavy, frustrated huff.

"Why not." he retorted boldly. " ‘s not you. ‘n she's annoyin’. I eat her ‘n she'll be useful for once."

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

"Are you sure you want to eat her? She's full off uh... how do you trolls call it? The bad stuff. The black light that comes from the bottom of the Howling Abyss?"

She really tried to squeeze the best out of her arcane omnilingual talent, but communications with a troll were... a diffucult affair at the best of times.

"You might get some serious stomach aches... as a medical professional I cannot recommend this diet."

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The troll stares down at the woman with a frown flat as a board. She sure was saying words and the parts he could gleam out of her jargon sounded absolutely moronic.

"Black light's just dark." He responds firmly, barely attempting to restrain how foolish he found her response. Maybe she and her not-twin shared their smarts as much as their looks.

"She's not "made of dark." She's made of meat. Like you."

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Is learning english hard for you? How did you start learning?

"HARD. YES."

The answer resounds on an irritable boom. "Too many words for same stuff! 'n lots say so many, you say too much AND NOTHING, and makes it HARDER."

After that answer, he seems to settle down again before continuing.

“... Started through... spyin'. Stalkin' and spyin' on travelers. Gettin' closer sometimes to talk, exchange talkin' with helpin' their travels – if they don't panic."

As he explains, the troll is visibly proud of himself and his methods. It's difficult ensuring the hikers and traders don't run, yes, but he's found his methods by himself, done them for decades, and they've gotten him this far!

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"While one could argue that eating evil goats is a way to better the world, I'd rather you don't eat another version of me. Just give her to me and I will make sure she will not pester you or your blue little friend again - or at least I will try." Soraka used diplomacy against a troll. Will it be effective?

The visible confusion on that mug of his instantly gives way to the question marks swirling through his head at the sight of a second goat woman, dressed and decorated like the other, but not actually her? That was outright a second Weird Goat Woman. Either that, or a weird clothing decision between weird twins.

Regardless, though it takes a moment, when he finally responds it's with a flat frown, stern brow, and a heavy, frustrated huff.

"Why not." he retorted boldly. " ‘s not you. ‘n she's annoyin’. I eat her ‘n she'll be useful for once."

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ooc

If you followed Hale and your character has blonde hair, I'm so sorry for what may come to your muse in the future by my muse's hand

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@the-storm-chaser

THIS IMAGE IS THE OPPOSITE OF REASSURING

[needsmorememes]

‘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.

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ooc

If you followed Hale and your character has blonde hair, I'm so sorry for what may come to your muse in the future by my muse's hand

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That grin once again shot far and wide across his face with that raw, unfiltered delight. Her confusion was not lost on him and was just as amusing as before. That impish amusmenet, however, seemed to shift to a more playful joy as he began speaking of Jack himself.

"T' play." It was such a simple answer in contrast to her distress, one made even more stark by the troll lifting his hands to act out something climbing in a slow scuttle. "Sneaks up 'n tries to climb me t' say hi. Hugs my head. 's cute."

[the-storm-chaser]

She noted the shift in tone, watching and listening to the other as they explained what the boy would do. It...did sound like something Jack would do, considering that he did something similar to her. She ruffled her hair in thought ...quickening in fustration....then ceasing, looking back up at the troll with a semblence of defeat.

'Well, that does sound up his alley...' A soft smile made itself seen, the woman folding her arms across her chest. 'A friend of Jack's is a friend of mine. To who do I owe the pleasure?

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His hands lowered as he again sat and simply watched her. Stared at her. At the hand tussling her blonde locks, unblinking, until her voice returned and broke his focus.

The first statement was certainly not one often turned his way. It takes him a little by surprise, those long ears flicking upward with raised brows as that fixed stare softens with a glint of curiosity. Although, as a beat of silence passes, then another, a confused lull of his heavy features slowly dulls that glint.

Slowly the giant troll leans forward where he sits, squinting down at the woman with a furrowed brow.

"To... who...?" He repeats the words slowly, their sound rolling on that deep voice and thick accent as he tries to pick her query apart piece by piece. To who does she owe the pleasure of... Of what? Meeting him?

" ... Jack."

A reply uttered like dropping a brick on a table with more question than confidence. Why would she ask something so obvious? Was she stupid?

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Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!