Burnt Sugar

♥ Always had a sweet tooth Never could avoid it ♥ We were sticky-sweet Good enough to eat ♥ I can't get the taste out my mouth Cause your lips taste like burnt sugar now ♥

[meltandshatterrp]

<3 | @seethewcrld

Ow. That hurt. Aura didn’t do a whole lot for the feel of an impact, after all.

The blood on her sleeve, though, told her that her aura had done quite a lot for her just now, and she had only a limited number of hits left in her before she was incapacitated.

Better make them count.

Neo struggled to her feet, her ribs screaming from the impact, and spat blood from the steady flow oozing from her nose as she bared her teeth. Gravity dust, huh? Hell of a drug, it’d thrown her back quite a ways and done a massive amount of damage on the impact.

Once she had her balance, she took off sprinting, ready to slide in and take the absolute bastard out at the knees.

[seethewcrld]

meltandshatterrp‌:

<3 | @seethewcrld​

to [ pumpkin spice ] : idiot

Neo’s definitely not a very angry texter. Given how frequently texting is a critical communication tool for her, she doesn’t usually feel any type of way about doing it. She normally does her best to condense her thoughts into one concise message, unless a specific type of emphasis is required. 

to [ pumpkin spice ] : you’re not allowed to pick me over you to [ pumpkin spice ] : ever to [ pumpkin spice ] : do you understand to [ pumpkin spice ] : ?

Apparently, she is not trying to do that right now. Even the thought of him doing that, choosing to save her rather than himself… it’s got her almost tearing up, though she’ll hide behind her semblance-conjured poker face as long as she can.

Why isn’t he answering her? Does he not realize that she can see him from across the room? 

to [ pumpkin spice ] : I KNOW YOU HEAR YOUR SCROLL

He’s looking right at her as he pulls his scroll out, looking it over before looking back at her. He put his cigar in his mouth before responding. 

to [ Ice Cream Queen ] Too late. It’s already been decided in my mind.

[meltandshatterrp]

to [ pumpkin spice ] : i don’t think you understand how important this is to me

She’s very much trying to hide how upset she really is, because clearly, he has no idea. And that’s good, he shouldn’t. She’s not supposed to bother him with stupid things like her own feelings.

to [ pumpkin spice ] : it is beyond important to me that you understand that to [ pumpkin spice ] : don’t you ever say i’m more important

Is she being a bit hypocritical to say that her own wants in this situation are, in fact, important? Perhaps.

to [ pumpkin spice ] : im not to [ pumpkin spice ] : and you know that

[meltandshatterrp]

<3 | @seethewcrld​

to [ pumpkin spice ] : idiot

Neo’s definitely not a very angry texter. Given how frequently texting is a critical communication tool for her, she doesn’t usually feel any type of way about doing it. She normally does her best to condense her thoughts into one concise message, unless a specific type of emphasis is required. 

to [ pumpkin spice ] : you're not allowed to pick me over you to [ pumpkin spice ] : ever to [ pumpkin spice ] : do you understand to [ pumpkin spice ] : ?

Apparently, she is not trying to do that right now. Even the thought of him doing that, choosing to save her rather than himself... it’s got her almost tearing up, though she’ll hide behind her semblance-conjured poker face as long as she can.

Why isn’t he answering her? Does he not realize that she can see him from across the room? 

to [ pumpkin spice ] : I KNOW YOU HEAR YOUR SCROLL

[inboxideas]

Send me "Grim Reaper" and my character will react to learning yours is actually Death come to take them away.

[seethewcrld]

“What is this feeling, so sudden and new?”

“I felt the moment, I laid eyes on you.”

[meltandshatterrp]

You’re a Fiyero and you know it. Love yourself.

[meltandshatterrp]

Dying rp Starters

"Stay with me. Come on, just a little longer."

"You're gonna be fine, okay? You... You'll be fine."

"No. Oh, no. No no no. This can't happen. No. You can't die."

"Shush, just concentrate on staying awake, okay? Don't sleep."

"Oh my god... Don't give up! You can't give up!"

"You can make it through this. I know you can. Y-you have to..."

"Where did they shoot you!? Where did they sh-- Oh... Oh, god... Oh please no..."

"The doctor explained everything to me... I... I can't just let you go like this. I need you."

"Oh, god. Please be alive. Please still be alive."

"There's nothing they can do. I-- I'm so sorry."

"No. They're wrong. They're wrong, okay? You're not gonna die."

"Please, fight this. You have to fight it. You have to live."

"Don't die... Don't die on me. Please..."

"Listen to my voice, okay? I need you to stay with me. I'm bringing you to the hospital."

"I wish I could tell you everything was going to be fine..."

"Come on, now. You've lived through worse than this. Just... Just live through this too."

"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you."

[lil-corner-of-words]

First Interaction Starters

“Hey- Oh! Sorry, thought you were someone else.”

“Do I know you? Cause I’d like to.”

“Oh sorry! I was zoned out!”

“Ooo, that’s an awesome tattoo!”

“Ah crap, the door’s locked.”

“Woah, that’s a cool eye color.”

“Where the hell am I?”

“Ugh… I think I’m lost. Can you help me?”

“Well this is a fun way to meet new people.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Don’t you know to look before you cross a street?!”

“You lost or something?”

“Do you need some help?”

“You need something?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be walking around this part of town alone.”

“Hi, I’ve heard so much about you.”

“I think you knew my parents.”

“Hey, you dropped this.”

“Oh goodness! I’m so sorry!”

“Um… Hello…”

“What are you looking at?”

“Hey aren’t you ____?”

“Well I didn’t expect this to happen today.”

“I don’t know you, but will you marry me?”

[askboxmemes]

My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.

[ruinsbuiltarchive]

realhcro:

[fractumregi]

ask my muse a question. if they refuse to answer, they must take a drink.  |  @meltandshatter

     dad did you eat my mochi ice cream

     roman clears his throat as he leans against his cane. his cheeks darken and his eyes dart about as he searches for his answer. “well, i mean–” the flask in his hand is incredibly tempting, but he has a feeling if he were to answer with a drink rather than a response of any sort, that would mean a parasol to the head. after a moment, he offers her the widest  g r i n  he can manage. “i thought it was for us to share, pumpkin!”

[meltandshatterrp]

He is spared from physical retaliation, but not from emotional. The quiet one looks dejected and outright betrayed.

She had actually paid for those snacks, more or less because it’s hard to steal frozen things. Or boxes of that size, really. Plus she was carrying other things and it didn’t really warrant use of her semblance to hide everything.

Point is, she is incredibly upset.

How could you. I’m hurt.

[meltandshatterrp]

“ now what are you doing all the way out here, huh? ”

Needed some air.

Neo doesn’t really look up, continuing to play idly on her scroll. She lets her semblance answer for her as she shrugs, glittery pink letters crystallizing into existence over her head to spell out her response. She’d heard him coming, and as such, barely reacts to his voice. It crosses her mind that he might have been worried when she’d come up missing from the bedroom of their hideout -- and if he was, she’d apologize.

But she just... couldn’t sleep.

She hasn’t slept well for about a year and a half. Not since Vale. She’d thought, when they’d found each other again in Atlas, that that would improve. But tonight, he isn’t enough to keep the nightmares and the horrible thoughts away, and she’s angry about that. Nights like this had been rare, before: once in a long, long while she’d have a dream so bad that she needed to leave, go sit somewhere in their shared space and hide.

She’d thought that when they were together again, she’d never have a night like this again. But because of everything... well, she has more to fear now than she did back then.

Not sleepy.

[villainsmemes-deactivated202503]

GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

[soulmemesarc]

found and safe again sentence starters.

“ hey! hey, i found them! over here! it’s okay, you’re safe now! ”

“ now what are you doing all the way out here, huh? ”

“ you’re… you’re alive… holy shit, you’re still alive after all these years. i can’t believe it! ”

“ we need some help over here! hey, hey, it’s alright, darling/buddy/kiddo, we got ya, nothing’s going to happen to you. ”

“ you’re that guy/girl from the news! oh my god, this is crazy! get inside, we’ll get you warmed up. someone call the police! ”

“ i can’t imagine how scared you must be. i know you don’t trust me right now. but i promise you, i’m here to help, and i’ve called an ambulance to come over. okay? you want me to stay with you, i can do that, or i can leave. ”

“ you’re doing so good, you’re so brave, i just need you to hang in there a little longer until the cops arrive, okay? ”

“ sir/ma'am, where are you from? are you alright? you want me to call someone? ”

“ the reporters are here. come on. you want my jacket? i can put it over your head so they don’t see your face, if you like. ”

“ i got you. i got you. i’m here now. nobody’s ever going to hurt you again, i swear it. ”

“ hey. you’re in the hospital. i’m… we haven’t met before. but i didn’t want you to be alone when you woke up. i’m ______, i’m the one who found you. ”

“ you’re a fighter. you know that? you survived all of that, you got through it. and that makes you about the strongest person i know. ”

“ hey. no matter what you did while they had you, i want you to know that none of it’s on you. you did what you had to do to survive. none of that was you. okay? ”

“ we’re going to help you. okay? i can call up a good therapist, you’ll get counselling and everything. it’ll be tough, and long, but… if anyone can do this, i’d bet my life on you. ”

[thcrned]

meltandshatterrp‌:

Neo couldn’t take it anymore. She let out a sniffle, then a loud, hiccuping sob as she lurched forward and throwing her arms around his middle as gently as she could. The smile hadn’t done a lot to reassure her, not in the slightest. She didn’t believe it – he smiled all the time, it didn’t mean anything. She hid her face against his chest, and would normally feel bad about the risk of staining his coat, but she just couldn’t think about that right now.

     call it reflexes, or instincts —- roman already knew what neo was going to do. his arms opened seconds before his accomplice rushed him ; limping a step to close the gap and focus on gathering neo up in his arms rather than the possibility of falling over. it didn’t matter, really. he held one arm around her waist, free hand cupping her head alongside his own sigh.  ‘  don’t scare me like that again.  ‘  he didn’t know if she could hear a single word– she probably couldn’t.  ‘  i’ve got you, kid.  ‘

[meltandshatterrp]

She could hear him talking, but she mostly missed what had been said over the sound of her heart hammering in her ears, though that was calming down pretty quickly now. The weight of even one of his arms around her served to nearly cut the anxiety in half: at least enough to make her loosen her grip a little bit so that her wounded shoulder stopped protesting. This was real and he was really here and he was okay... kind of. Enough to be here, with her, standing and talking.

She’d been so scared... maybe selfishly, but still, fear was fear. Fear of wandering the streets again, alone and freezing in the gutter where he’d found her. She didn’t know if she’d survive on her own again.

[thcrned]

meltandshatterrp‌:

<3 | @thcrned

Neo sniffled, wiping her eye on her sleeve, leaving a smear of the already-smudged eye makeup along her cheek that ran up into her hairline, her own recently-reset shoulder screaming at her as she did, though the sob that escaped her could have either been due to that or due to the situation.

How could he be so casual about it?! He could have died! He could have died and then she would’ve been alone and she couldn’t bear the thought of that… 

She just wanted to hug him tightly and never let go but if he was hurt, she didn’t want to hurt him more.

      a moment passed, then several more — roman’s expression uncharacteristically softer with each second.  ‘  hey, now.  ‘  he reached to rub away the smeared makeup, nimble fingers brushing back neo’s hair amidst a cheeky grin.  ‘  you don’t have to look so upset, sweetpea. i’m getting stronger every day, and i …  won’t risk something like that again. probably.  ‘

[meltandshatterrp]

Neo couldn’t take it anymore. She let out a sniffle, then a loud, hiccuping sob as she lurched forward and throwing her arms around his middle as gently as she could. The smile hadn’t done a lot to reassure her, not in the slightest. She didn’t believe it -- he smiled all the time, it didn’t mean anything. She hid her face against his chest, and would normally feel bad about the risk of staining his coat, but she just couldn’t think about that right now.

[meltandshatterrp]

<3 | @thcrned

Neo sniffled, wiping her eye on her sleeve, leaving a smear of the already-smudged eye makeup along her cheek that ran up into her hairline, her own recently-reset shoulder screaming at her as she did, though the sob that escaped her could have either been due to that or due to the situation.

How could he be so casual about it?! He could have died! He could have died and then she would’ve been alone and she couldn’t bear the thought of that... 

She just wanted to hug him tightly and never let go but if he was hurt, she didn’t want to hurt him more.

[roleplaymemeworld]

☆  Loss & Grief Sentence Meme ☆

“I still look for him/her face in the crowds.”

“It’s been a year now and it still hurts.”

“I never thought I’d miss him/her so much.”

“No one is truly gone, unless you forget about them.”

“I barely remember his/her voice anymore.”

“Don’t give me the ‘time heals all wound’ bullshit.”

“I couldn’t save him/her. I’ll never forgive myself.”

“I should have been there when it happened.”

“It’s been weeks and I haven’t entered his/her room yet.”

“I want to do something in his/her honor.”

“This song reminds me of him/her.”

“We used to go here all the time and now I come here to remember that there used to be good times, too.”

“Moving on is so much harder than I thought.”

“I never wanted to raise our child alone.”

“I wish he/she could be here now and see this.”

“I can’t sleep at night anymore. I keep dreaming about what happened.”

“We had so many plans for the future and now it’s all gone.”

“Everybody dies one day, but being left behind is the hard part.”

“Do you believe we’ll see him/her again?”

“It feels like I lost part of myself.”

“I don’t know who I am without them.”

“His/her memory is fading and I am afraid I’ll forget what they looked like.”

“Not knowing is the hard part. Not knowing whether he/she is dead, or still somewhere out there.”

“I wish it would have been me.”

“I’d do anything to bring him/her back.”

[meltandshatterrp]

brokenclockwork‌:

The headmaster took no offence at her reaction. At neither the distrust in her body language, nor the weapon aimed at him. In fact, he would have been more surprised if she hadn’t been somewhat hostile. After all, someone would need to have skill, a willingness to fight, and a deep drive to live, if they wanted to make it out of the war zone beacon had become, after the initial evacuation. 

Carefully, he held up one hand- because he could only offer one without risking dropping right to the ground without the support of his cane- palm out in what he hoped seemed as nonthreatening as he intended. He even went as far to try and offer a smile, though he knew it came out half grimace from the pain, and frail around the edges. However, he also thought such was reasonable, given their situation and hoped the young woman would agree. 

“I don’t want to fight.” He said, voice as gentle as he could manage with the pain in his chest, and soot staining his throat. “I want to help. We–” he was cut off a moment, shifting to grip his cane with both hands as a rather…ugly and wet sounding coughing fit struck him. “…we, need to get out of here.” 

She looked between the outstretched hand and the man’s face, weighing her options. While she was undeniably good, a skilled fighter with a “winning streak the length of a few city blocks,” she’d once been told, there were just too many factors working against her. The soot and smoke and dust would choke her if she stayed out in open air. Her injuries would continue to get worse and worse with the strain of continuing to fight her way to cover, and she’d just do herself more damage.

What choice did she have, really? There was no saving Roman -- her Roman -- this time. There was nothing left of him to save. She’d pulled out what she could: a single glove and the belts that had kept it in place, the broken pieces of Melodic Cudgel, all tied to her belt beneath her coat. She’d die here too, if she stayed, but that was not, exactly, an unwelcome prospect anymore.

Though, she refused to roll over and do so unless she could take that heinous bitch with her.

The thought of Cinder, of that unbearable harpy, curled her upper lip involuntarily, shattering her sweet, scared, wide-eyed mask and revealing the snarling attack dog beneath. If she got out of here, gave herself time to recover, she’d be able to track her down and make her pay for what she’d stolen.

Neopolitan lowered her weapon, finally, leaning on it in a near-mirror of the old man as her right arm reached across her own torso to put pressure on her left side. A quick scan of their surroundings confirmed where they were, and she nodded in the direction she’d been walking. Above her head, messy pink handwriting glittered weakly into existence.

There’s somewhere safe that way.