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(I would have to go on an unplanned hiatus. Not sure how long it would take. My family has received bad news that I don’t want to disclose, and it doesn’t feel right to even try writing at this moment.
I only ask for patience as we try to get through this as best as we can.
Thank you.)
Wounded Sentence Starters
“It’s just a scratch. You worry too much.”
“Ah… ! Don’t press there!”
“Just put a bandage on it and I’ll be fine.”
“That looks bad. Really bad.”
“Try not to look at it.”
“That hurts!”
“You’re going to need bedrest for at least a few days.”
“I’m going to be stuck in bed for how long?”
“That’s nothing, you big baby.”
“Here, let me help. I’m good at this sort of thing.”
“I can’t feel it. That’s bad, right?”
“Can you move?”
“How can something so small hurt so much?”
“It looks a lot worse than it is.”
“You’re a terrible patient.”
“Will you hold still? I can’t do anything if you keep squirming.”
“Wow, I’ve never seen skin turn that color before.”
“It’s just another a war trophy.”
“Shut up and let me help you.”
“I don’t care how tough you are. You can’t ignore that.”
“I’m sorry. This sort of thing makes me nauseous.”
@youveusedupallyourluck Continued from [here]
Ah, so this Amami guy has a strong sense of direction too.
Byakuya will remember that.
“Right-o,” he said, completely deadpan with the pun and without breaking the expression at all.
“Now don’t waste any time.”
With that, he breaks off to head left. But not to leave Rantarou behind... with what he’s cooking up in mind.
New from the Lost Castle Escape Room: Spring 20X9:
Colour Surprise
Difficulty: 2/10 Group size: 1-4
As members of the Public Security Intelligence Agency (PSIA), you are given the most unusual task... to restore this office space's very colours! According to reports a magical curse befell it by a modern sorcereress to escape arrest, where everything had become impossibly greyscale. Use technological tools provided to locate and catch this witch before the curse spreads to you!
[Like/Reblog this post if you wish to make a thread set in this new room!]
[For more information, visit the Address page!]
Reblog this if your muse has pretty eyes.
BLOODBORNE SENTENCE MEME.
The morning always comes.
This will be your home, for now.
Look at you, you sorry drunk.
Don’t you worry. This will help you forget.
I’ve never been use to anyone.
I only wanted to help…
Your blood is tainted.
You shall not abscond your crimes!
Is it the blood, or are you just raving mad?
This can’t be the real you. …Please, stop.
I have no time for your petty lies.
I will never leave your side.
Your presence somehow soothes.
I only wanted…to be your….friend
Would you ever think to love me?
You let the blood get the best of you.
Remember yourself. You are not a beast.
You are no more than a beast. I should’ve known.
Too proud to show your true face, eh?
I don’t seem apt for this life anymore.
Please, just stop. Stop, please!
Of course…I do love you.
We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood.
My eyes grow heavy…Let me rest a while. I’ll be fine, just wait.
Whatever can be gained from this place, it will do more harm than good.
We must find a way to surpass our own stupidity.
Isn’t it time someone put you out of your misery?
I’d like to tender my thanks, but I haven’t much to offer.
Just think about what you’re doing. It’s utter madness.
What good is your immortality now!
You’ll be one of them, sooner or later.
May you find your worth in the waking world.
Have you got a screw loose? Or is it your…animal intuition?
You hunters have got more blood on your hands.
Hunters are killers, nothing less!
You call me a beast? A beast? What would you know? I didn’t ask for this!
Without fear in our hearts, we’re little different from the beasts themselves.
You can’t bottle everything up inside. You mustn’t be afraid to share.
Rancid beasts, every last one of us.
I should think you still have dreams?
But…do the gods love their creations?
May the good blood guide your way.
You know not the value you posses.
The things you hunt, they’re not beasts. They’re people.
If you insist on hunting them, then I will hunt you first. You understand me?
What is the meaning of this? Why turn your blade on me?
Oh don’t you worry. Whatever happens, you may think it all a mere bad dream.
“ Hello, everyone! This is Monaka speaking in behalf of the Warriors of Hope! This post is to reach kids for our paradise however, even if you’re a gross demon, it would really help us a lot if you could reblog or even like this post so we can all interact and have lots of fun together, meow! ”
indie. warriors of hope multimuse rp blog / sel. & priv. / penned by elliot!
{📖}
“My, my. Are you intrigued by the mysteries of human culture? Come, sit down and let us discuss for a while.”
“Oh, and while you are getting comfortable, like and/or reblog this very post if you are interested in role playing with me, Korekiyo Shinguji from Danganronpa v3.”
(Hello! Scorpio here. My sincere apologies in becoming Missing in Action, again. This time is more due to having more stresses in personal life. As well, I also tend to rp on Discord at a private server group that have a week-long event for every month.
I won’t advertise the group (although if anyone is curious about it you can always ask me in pm’s), but I explain it now on the chance history repeats itself and my motivation and focus gets skewed somewhere else from here. This wasn’t planned, and this does affect my sleeping schedule to the worse as well.
These aren’t meant to be excuses, but rather a warning in the future that if I suddenly go quiet with no posts on this blog; now you all likely know the reason why. Of course, my mun rules (in the About page on this blog) still apply! If I happen to not reply to a thread for more than a week, you are fully allowed to send an ask or pm to remind me.
Now that this event is over for this month, I can focus more to this blog again.
Thank you all for listening and for your patience!)
PSA
I am… not a chronologically locked rp blog.
That means that if you talk to me to establish that we want to ship our muses, or have a particular relationship or type of report between them, I am 1: totally okay with multiple threads of varying length and styles with you and 2: will probably jump around in the supposed ‘timeline’ of our muses relationships in order to keep things interesting/ make ask prompts work.
For example, we may be writing an intro thread with our muses, but if you wanna send me a thing for like… a first kiss that may happen months down the line (and shipping is what ur up for) go ahead and do it! The way I see it, separate points on a timeline are FUN to RP because then you can look back later and figure out how they connected/ try to work in little details that make them flow together.
Do you ever just go wow I have a lot of repressed anger
PSA -
VILLAINS ARE VILLAINS.
Villains are not a precious little punching bag that’s going to stand there and take your shit and be sassy with their hand on their hip. If you mess with the bull you get the horns – if you push a villain, you will get the wrath of a villain. If your character is rude/disrespectful to a villain, especially one in a high place of power, and the villain lashes out (whether it be verbally or physically) –
THEN YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE UPSET ABOUT IT. WHAT DID YOU EXPECT TO HAPPEN?
Don’t write with villain/cruel/evil characters if you can’t deal with a villain/cruel/evil character being less than nice to your precious cinnamon roll of a character. Surprise! That’s not how this works! If the villain suddenly kills your character without having spoken to you first, then you have absolutely every right to be mad. But if your character receives a verbal lashing or non-lethal physical response that is in character for the villain to give, then you need to deal with it.
I’m also sick of this sense of prerogative way of thinking certain characters hold when it comes to villains. This mindset of, ‘oh this person is evil, bUT OBVIOUSLY THEY’LL LOVE ME AND I’LL BE THEIR SPECIAL SOMEONE THEY WON’T HATE ME OR TRY AND KILL ME.“ NO. STOP THAT. You cannot go into interactions with villains expecting them to absolutely fall in love with your character/be best friends with them. This is why it’s most times excruciatingly difficult to ship/bro-ship with villains. And even if this does happen, you should expect a villain to still be aggressive and/or rude from time to time.
A VILLAIN DOES NOT STOP BEING A VILLAIN JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP.
I’ve written villains for a long time now, and one thing has been made perfectly clear – you will get shit for writing your character too IC and you will get shit for writing your character too OOC. You will be fucking cursed out for your character being aggressive to those who are rude to them, and you will be blasted for writing them being nice even just from time to time. So fellow villain writers – just let your villain flag fly. Don’t fucking listen to people who try and give you shit either way for your portrayal. To those who do not write villains – respect them. Just because your character is sassy and spunky, doesn’t automatically give them the right to try and be disrespectful to someone who is most likely superior to them.
TL;DR IF YOU CAN’T STAND THE HEAT, GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN. IF YOU CAN’T DEAL WITH SOMEONE BEING CRUEL TO YOUR MUSE, DON’T WRITE WITH VILLAINS.
@s-u-r-v-1-v-c-r Continued from [here]
“Keep up with that useless muttering, and I’ll leave you here on purpose.”
Maybe. Rantarou’s lucky that Byakuya’s only considering to follow through with that from a more promising mood a few minutes ago; as he makes his way into not the main street that still hold footprints of the other students, but rather the more narrow streets as the first steps into the city.
“I got an idea of where this target is, all you need to do is trust me. And not to slow down.”
“R-right, sorry… I tend to talk to myself a lot… I can hush…”
Rantaro adjusted his shirt nervously, pulling the collar back up more around his neck, but it would fall down later, he knew that. Just a nervous habit of his. Hopefully he wouldn’t be showing off too many of those.
Despite what Byakuya had said, he’d most likely continue talking to himself, but at least he was trying his best only to think, rather than speak. Talking usually got him in trouble anyways.
“No promises, but… I’ll do my best. I don’t wanna be keepin you back forever.”
‘Maybe don’t phrase it like that next time, Rantaro…’
Boy.
A glance back does affirm that the fear is still there. Good.
“Sure, what’s that they all say.”
Byakuya picks up the pace through the more damp, less used streets. Was he hot on the trail?
“Before they run out of time.”
Without breaking said pace, there was a more quiet taunt in the tone. The practised lines during business hours, always handy wherever he is.
And always fun.
A jolt ran through Rantaro’s body, making his shoulders visibly tense, and his hair shift over his forehead, some of it drooping over his right eye.
A small, quick flick of his hand shoved the hair back into place. He didn’t need to lose himself now.
“Har har… as if that’ll happen.”
Taunting back wouldn’t work, a quiet reply was always best. Rantaro’s hands rested at his sides, hovering over his pockets as he did his best to keep himself at a pace nearly matching Byakuya’s. Occasionally, he’d skip forward, just so he didn’t fall too far behind.
It was only then he noticed as the ground under his feet changed as they walked. He always recognized the different variations of the sidewalk through the town for some reason. Maybe it was just part of his talent. If only he knew.
“It has happened.”
Byakuya loves being ominous. This is more fun than what this scavenger hunt will ever be.
He then finally stops between a t-shaped junction, with three looming buildings before them both.
“The first item is a takeaway menu. There’s such a place nearby, either to the right or left.”
Did he forget which way was right? Maybe, but he’s not admitting that. He only continues speaking like some guide for Rantarou.
“Whichever path you take, I’ll go to the other to split the search. So we meet back here with no issue.”
@s-u-r-v-1-v-c-r Continued from [here]
“Keep up with that useless muttering, and I’ll leave you here on purpose.”
Maybe. Rantarou’s lucky that Byakuya’s only considering to follow through with that from a more promising mood a few minutes ago; as he makes his way into not the main street that still hold footprints of the other students, but rather the more narrow streets as the first steps into the city.
“I got an idea of where this target is, all you need to do is trust me. And not to slow down.”
“R-right, sorry… I tend to talk to myself a lot… I can hush…”
Rantaro adjusted his shirt nervously, pulling the collar back up more around his neck, but it would fall down later, he knew that. Just a nervous habit of his. Hopefully he wouldn’t be showing off too many of those.
Despite what Byakuya had said, he’d most likely continue talking to himself, but at least he was trying his best only to think, rather than speak. Talking usually got him in trouble anyways.
“No promises, but… I’ll do my best. I don’t wanna be keepin you back forever.”
‘Maybe don’t phrase it like that next time, Rantaro…’
Boy.
A glance back does affirm that the fear is still there. Good.
“Sure, what’s that they all say.”
Byakuya picks up the pace through the more damp, less used streets. Was he hot on the trail?
“Before they run out of time.”
Without breaking said pace, there was a more quiet taunt in the tone. The practised lines during business hours, always handy wherever he is.
And always fun.
MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION.
BOLD WHATEVER APPLIES & tag people. add stuff & even change the format to your liking! naturally, repost; don’t reblog!
CLASSIC.
black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-Atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.
CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.
aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabelled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the American Pacific Northwest. the American Midwest. hiking. backpacking.
GOTHIC.
gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. Western Europe. Eastern Europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books. stitches.
PARANORMAL.
malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.
SLASHER.
bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. California. the American Midwest. ambulances.
THRILLER.
daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance.
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