Don't pick a fight with an Irish woman.

RP blog for my BLU female Heavy OC. Mostly non-selective. No smut. Sideblog to sentry-builder. Rules, for people on mobile: https://gingerheavy.tumblr.com/rules . About, for people on mobile: https://gingerheavy.tumblr.com/about .

[julshii]

[rawr-rockoutcat]

Why not to ever comment on a girl’s thighs.

[wodneswynn-deactivated-deactiva]

[1r3l4nd13-deactivated20190124]

Just saw this, we are finest whiskey which will fuck you up.

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Something’s wrong sentence starters

1. “I don’t feel so good.” 

2. “Hey, do you hear/feel/see/smell that?”

3. “______’s gone.” 

4. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” 

5. “It’s quiet. Too quiet.” 

6. “This place gives me the creeps.” 

7. “Wasn’t that door closed before?” 

8. “Is something burning?” 

9. “Um… is it supposed to be doing that?” 

10. “Is that smoke?” 

11. “You’re bleeding.” 

12. “Where is everybody?” 

13. “This place should be crawling with _______. So where are they?” 

14. “______ should have called in ages ago.” 

15. “It shouldn’t take this long to ______. Maybe we should check on them.”

16. “I feel like we’re being watched.” 

[rpmemedumpster]

Mutuals that I haven't interacted with yet this is your invitation to come talk to me! Throw your muse in my inbox, tag me in a starter, or contact me to plot something!

Often times I follow back blogs and we never rp! Let’s change that!

[gingerheavy]

“Are you hurt?”

@klein-klaus

Bea nodded and waved her hand as if to dissuade any worry on Klaus’ part. “Don’t worry about me, Doc. Just a bit of bruising. I’ll be fine.” 

Her lie was a weak one, though. The fact that she was cradling her ribs and limping heavily showed that she had, in fact, sneaked out of the base in order to go bar hopping with a fake ID, and had gotten into a brawl while drunk. She was sober now, but that just meant that she actually registered the pain from her injuries, making them harder to hide. Harder to hide and harder to lie about.

[krankenklaus]

Klaus grabbed her an ice pack and gingerly placed it on the sore knee. “It would certainly help with the swelling,” he said. “Now, you’re going to have to take some time off until the knee heals. Stephanie will put far too stress on your knee.” 

[gingerheavy]

“What?!” Bea sat up straight in indignation, her previous remorse forgotten in the face of this new bit of information. The misnaming of her gun didn’t help in the slightest. 

“Okay, first off: her name is Tiffany, not Stephanie.” She snapped, waving an angry finger at the older mercenary. “And I can’t just stop working! If I don’t fight, I don’t get paid, and I’m paying for my folks back home! I can’t afford not to get paid! I’ll go out there in a wheelchair if I have to!” 

[gingerheavy]

Bea listened to his suggestions, intrigued. All the pranks she knew had a sort of targeted aspect, focusing on getting one person. His pranks sounded more like “set it up and just wait for the next person to come along” affairs. 

“The bubble wrap one sounds like fun.” She said. A grin was already spreading across her face as she imagined some of the reactions they might get. Doing that prank to normal people would be funny, doing it to half-crazy mercenaries would be hilarious. “Yeah, let’s do that one.” 

[gingerheavy]

“Are you hurt?”

@klein-klaus

Bea nodded and waved her hand as if to dissuade any worry on Klaus’ part. “Don’t worry about me, Doc. Just a bit of bruising. I’ll be fine.” 

Her lie was a weak one, though. The fact that she was cradling her ribs and limping heavily showed that she had, in fact, sneaked out of the base in order to go bar hopping with a fake ID, and had gotten into a brawl while drunk. She was sober now, but that just meant that she actually registered the pain from her injuries, making them harder to hide. Harder to hide and harder to lie about.

[krankenklaus]

“I’m not your father, but I am your doctor!” Klaus snapped back. “I want what’s best for you, and you should listen to me!” 

Klaus didn’t expect her posture to soften, but it did. For a moment he felt guilty for yelling at the young woman, he should have shown more restraint. 

“Would you like me to get some ice for that knee?” he asked, his way of apologising for his earlier behaviour. 

[gingerheavy]

Bea nodded. “I’d appreciate it.” She said, still too embarrassed about her behavior to look Klaus in the eye. “My knee hurts like f***ing hell. A bit of ice should do it some good, I think.”  

[kniveslookbooks]

there’s nothing more satisfying than the sound of hitting someone solid in the fucking jaw.

[bottomlessperdition-archive-blog]

Non-romantic fluff starters

“Here, I saved some for you. Try it?”

“I just really need a hug right now…”

“You. Me. Movie marathon. Get all the snacks you can carry.”

“Join me in the blanket fort. We play until dawn.”

“It’s cake, how difficult can it be?”

“Sure, it *looks* safe, but watch what happens when I do this.”

“I had a nightmare… can you stay up with me?”

“We’re going to have to raid the neighbors if you want more pillows to turn this into a Pillow Fortress Castle.”

“This would look so cute on you!”

“Okay, but if you turn the lights off for this playthrough, I’m not being held accountable for anything I do when spooked.”

“I said we could share a blanket, but if you put your cold feet on me *one more time*…”

“You’ve been working too hard and I’m calling a Netflix intervention. Not taking no for an answer.”

“I’ve got a gallon of ice cream and if you don’t get a spoon my tummyache will be all your fault.”

“Fight me. Pillow fight. And by fight I mean cuddle.”

“My hand is cold. Unless we find somewhere to stop soon, it’s going up your back.”

“Oh my god, just pet my hair already.”

“After that movie you’re staying for a sleepover. I know you don’t want to go home and sleep alone anyway.”

“Is there a reason you’re gnawing on me?”

“C'mon, I need a Player 2.”

“I bet you can’t make it all the way through the movie without screaming at it.”

“If you put that in the microwave uncovered I swear I will beat you to death with a plastic spoon.”

“What was that flavor of cake you liked? I need to know because reasons.”

“When we get that house you’re handling the spiders.”

“Going to the mall alone is boring. Besides, I need someone to tell me how great I look in all the clothes I try on.”

“It’s not MY fault you scream like a schoolgirl on a rollercoaster.”

“It’s an arcade, do you need more reasons to go?”

“Please tell me why you were napping in my freshly dried blankets *while they’re still in the dryer*.”

“Can we please take cheesy best friend pictures in that photo booth? I promise to keep silly faces to a minimum.”

“I’m singing along to this song and you can’t stop me, so either deal with it or join me.”

“C'mon, with anyone else this would be too weird.”

“I hate this game so much. Here’s a link, you should totally play it.”

“I take no responsibility for any smells you may or may not encounter from this point forward.”

“HELP I HAVE A SPLINTER”

“Okay, but consider that if you don’t watch this show with me, I’ll still rant to you just as much about the feels it gives me.”

“If anyone turns that fan off again I swear someone’s going to bleed.”

“Help me, the computer’s making sad beeps again. Make it happy, please.”

“THIS MOVIE MAKES ME CRY EVERY TIME WHY DID YOU LET ME CHOOSE IT?!”

“I have in front of me: One DVD, seven remote controls, and an entertainment center. This will be a voyage of discovery.”

“If I die, you get my cat. So make sure I live through this.”

“I need someone to cling to in the haunted house, and you’re it.”

“Yeah, but you’re *my* nerd.”

“The remote is two feet thataway and I don’t feel like moving. We’re stuck with this.”

“You are aware this was the worst idea ever and you’re lucky you’re my best friend, or else I’d leave you alone to deal with this.”

“I’d say sorry my mom tried to adopt you again, but it was kind of my idea.”

“There is a perfectly good reason I’m eating these mini marshmallows right out of the package, I’m certain of it. Probably.”

“Okay but hear me out: Fluffy. Sharks.”

“Please keep your sick away from me and get better soon. I made you soup.”

“That sounds like a bad idea. I’m in.”

“If you don’t come up and sing with me, I will sing and point at you. The entire. Time.”

“We made a pact based on SpongeBob jokes, you can’t back out now.”

[rp-meme-central]

Send “hide” for my muse to hide from your muse.

Send “hidden” for your muse to hide from my muse. 

[theboyinthehoodie-archive]

Reblog this if you understand that sometimes people get overwhelmed and have to drop threads.

Reblog this if you know it sucks to have threads dropped and can make people sad, but still understand that sometimes people need to do this.

Reblog this if you’re a decent person who understands that RP and plotting to RP is supposed to be a fun and not stressful.

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[rp-meme-central]

Send “Haven’t seen ‘em” for my muse to hide your muse from someone who is looking for them.

[gingerheavy]

♦

Send me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

“caring”

[gingerheavy]

♦

Send me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

“fast”

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Send me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

[gingerheavy]

“Are you hurt?”

@klein-klaus

Bea nodded and waved her hand as if to dissuade any worry on Klaus’ part. “Don’t worry about me, Doc. Just a bit of bruising. I’ll be fine.” 

Her lie was a weak one, though. The fact that she was cradling her ribs and limping heavily showed that she had, in fact, sneaked out of the base in order to go bar hopping with a fake ID, and had gotten into a brawl while drunk. She was sober now, but that just meant that she actually registered the pain from her injuries, making them harder to hide. Harder to hide and harder to lie about.

[krankenklaus]

“Then perhaps you shouldn’t have drank to excess,” Klaus replied. “And then you wouldn’t have to worry about a hangover. I’ll be sure to stop by your dorm tomorrow to check on you and make sure you walk on your bad knee.” 

[gingerheavy]

“Hey, shut up. You’re not my father, or my uncle.” Bea said, folding her arms in a huff. “I can handle myself.” 

In truth, though, having someone fuss over her like her uncles used to felt nice. So, after glowering at a wall off to her left for a little while, she softened and unfolded her arms. 

“I... thanks, though.” She said reluctantly. “I know I’m being a pain in your a**. Sorry about that. I... really have no excuse.”