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He’s never gonna 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵

All the Poor people he’s forsaken

𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢 Is always gonna 🇨🇭🇦🇸🇪 🇭🇮🇲 For His 𝐿𝑖𝑒𝑠

#the thoughts in my head // musings

Fear test

#abt felix

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Enemies with Benefits || Anonymous

#aesthetic #fucker // tucklix #be back after the queue

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And everything -

The 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑧𝑒 And the smokes And the 🇫🇮🇬🇭🇹🇸

It was just a bandaid

An attempt to heal a ｓｈａｔｔｅｒｅｄ soul

#be back after the queue #the thoughts in my head // musings

sagamemes

reblog this if you’re an indie roleplaying blog with both an LGBTQIA+ mun and LGBTQIA+ muse(s).

i’m trying to get an idea of how large portion of the indie rp community consists of queer muses being written and represented by queer people themselves. allies, don’t interact.

memeasaurus-promptus

Angels and Demons Sentence Starters

“I was once as divine as you, but then I slipped into the darkness.”

“Y-your wings…”

“You’re not an angel. You never were.”

“You’re a mockery of Grace.”

“If we are following traditional terms, the angels were the ones that struck fear into humans, while the devils were gentlemen of their craft.”

“I should’ve plucked your feathers when I had a chance.”

“Go choke on your own halo you overstuffed feather duster.”

“A demon? Oh no, I am much, much worse.”

“Such a gentle, innocent little thing like you shouldn’t be in such a dark, dangerous place like this.”

“An angel in hell is only asking for trouble.”

“Why is it that an angel can fall but a demon can’t rise?”

“You are where you ought to be, demon- under my heel.”

“What… what are you?”

“Your last mistake was trusting ME!”

“Angels host as much cruelty as demons do! Are you seriously that blind to your own ignorance?!”

“You are blinded by your own brilliance, that you never saw the shadow growing behind you.”

“Your wings are /mine/, little angel.”

“I got you by the horns, demon!”

“Angel caught your tail?”

“Your presence gives me hives.”

“I knew you were hiding something… scandalous.”

“You don’t… /look/ like an angel…”

“You don’t… /look/ like a demon…”

“I fell an era ago, little one. Come, I’ll guide you.”

“You’re a new one, aren’t you?”

“I remember you; I threw you from the heavens after the Incident.”

“Survived the fall straight to hell, did you? A pity.”

🌠+ add your own!

mcrcenario

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#oof #abt felix

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closed starter for @psychoanalysisforeveryone

Felix was known for getting himself in rough situations. He’d usually be battered and bruised after getting home from work, but…

It usually didn’t result in his current situation, beaten and bloody, a pretty nice gash carving itself down his chest and stomach from a knife that one of the guys had been carrying. He’d been brought to the hospital, and was currently in the ER, the bleeding stemmed only slightly by one of the nurses.

God he hated this planet.

Sinking deep into the pillows that kept him slightly propped up, he groaned from the searing pain that ripped across his chest and stomach, lips twisting into a faint snarl. One hand gripped at the hospital gown he wore, but he was careful to not touch the wound, and he shook his head slightly. For years he’d been avoiding the hospital, and the one day he’d let his guard down around a bunch of punks, look where he ended up. It wasn’t like the day could get any worse.

At least, he figured that until he heard the name, as well as the voice, of the doctor that would be looking over him.

psychoanalysisforeveryone

It had been a relatively new development that wearing armor was no longer commonplace in the hospital: only when there was a higher risk of transmitting illness between staff and patients than normal, and masks and gloves simply wouldn’t cut it. It set Emily on edge, because it was just so hard to remember a time when “the only people not wearing armor these days are dead” wasn’t relevant. But, the room she was walking into was clearly an injury, not an illness.

“Well! We’re certainly going to need to find some blood for you, aren’t we?” she chirped, finally lowering the chart to get her first good look at him. The name on the chart, to her, could not have read as any more fake if it had been written in a children’s book. But his name didn’t really matter. She didn’t recognize him, so he likely didn’t have any records with them. Surprising, but not impossible.

“The good news is that it may be just a matter of some stitches, but your scans were very unclear about the exact depth of your…”

The chart was vague about the suspected cause of the injury, and from the information she had been given, he had either refused to answer the question, or had been unable to do so. But the nurse that had treated him upon arrival had been absolutely certain that it was a…

“… knife wound.”

imfxckingawesome

Silently, Felix stared at her, only barely absorbing the words that she was saying. To be honest, it was horrible, and he was silently going through all the ways he could’ve improved his situation within the last few hours. Sadly, that didn’t matter, and he found himself frowning slightly as he nodded, slowly tuning back in.

“So I won’t die then?” he hummed, tone vaguely snarky, and he sounded like he really didn’t want to be here. “I mean, I swear it was looking a bit grim there.” He grinned a bit, moving to sit up more, only to cough. ”… Alright, that’s a fuck you, then…”

Shaking his head, he looked to Grey, silently examining her.

“I mean, needing stitches is the best case scenario here, isn’t it? It means it’s not too deep.”

psychoanalysisforeveryone

“Well, let’s take a look at it!”

Why did his voice sound so familiar? And why couldn’t she place it? Maybe he was former Federal Army and she’d encountered him before. Oh well, that’s not important just now.

Emily breezed closer to him, already setting his chart aside and pulling on a pair of gloves.

“Now, let’s see here…”

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He couldn’t help but tense his whole body as Emily got closer, gritting his teeth. It wasn’t like he expected to be hurt anymore than he was, he just didn’t like the thought of her examining him. Despite this unease, though, he forced himself to relax.

psychoanalysisforeveryone

Oh goodness, that was an interesting reaction. Was he nervous? She didn’t exactly blame him: that must have hurt to have anyone touch. They had the poor thing on painkillers, didn’t they?

“Oh! Well, this is a bit of a mess, isn’t it?”

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Huffing lightly, Felix glanced to the side. He didn’t like having anyone examine his wounds, he could usually take care of himself just fine, but now he had to sit where he was lamely.

"The knife was too blunt to cleanly cut.”

He chirped out this one bit of information, glancing to her for but a moment.

#( It’s fine~ )#bringing a knife to a gunfight // ic