The barber himself was a long, low-jointed, ill-put-together sort of fellow…
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The barber himself was a long, low-jointed, ill-put-together sort of fellow…
Remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort.
REMEMBER CEDRIC DIGGORY.
Life is a hideous invention by somebody I don’t know. It doesn’t last, and it’s good for nothing.
Written by Charles, formerly capitalr.
More Angsty rp Starters
"What are you doing? No, stop!"
"Is that blood!? Oh god."
"What are you doing down here by yourself?"
"Where did these cuts come from?"
"There is a bullet in your arm! We need to get you to a hospital!"
"Oh my god. W-Wake up! Oh please wake up!"
"Hey, are you okay?"
"You know, you should have said something! You're lucky I was here."
"Oh god, you just almost died!"
"Look out!"
"Here, take my hand. Everything's fine. Just hold on to me and keep moving."
"Don't look down."
"Take my hand!"
"You're going to be fine. I promise."
"What the hell happened to you!?"
"Hold still. It hurts worse if you move."
"You idiot! What do you think you were doing out there!?"
"Don't move."
"Oh Jesus. It sliced right across your face. No wonder you can't see."
"Hold on. What's the matter with your leg?"
"You're lucky to be alive right now."
"Oh, god. I didn't sign up for this. _______, I'm not a doctor!"
"I thought you were dead."
"We are going to die."
"Run!"
"Can you stand? Are you okay? Are you even conscious?"
"________? ________, you need to get up right now. Can you do that?"
"You've got a blood stain on the back of your shirt, and I really hope it's not yours."
"My god, I thought you said you could swim! What you did right there is called drowning!"
"Why didn't you tell me you were hurt!?"
Yvaine hadn’t noticed the young man until he’d spoken to her. Her head had been full of other things, things like witches and moonlight, and the insufferable burden of having to track down the rightful owner of the large chunk of blue topaz that rested at her waist, held there by a thin silver chain.
In all likelihood, the boy who had called out to her had not been involved in her misfortune, nor could he have known what kind of horrid mood she was in, but this did not spare him the brunt of her frustrations.
“Well if I were to guess, I would say you’re in a field. Then again, that might just be because of the grass and the general lack of trees,” spat the star, gesturing unhelpfully to their surroundings.
Well someone is having a bad night.
“Sorry to have asked. I just thought you might know where this field is. I can tell that it’s a field, though.”
Neil stuffs his hands into his pockets, shoulders near his ears as he tries to shield himself from a gust of bitter wind. He thinks about turning to go find his own way around, but he thinks that it’d be pretty cruel to leave her out here on her own. Maybe she was acting so harshly in reaction to something that he doesn’t quite understand yet.
The poet holds his hand out, wind biting at his knuckles.
“Want to come with me? You know, to find... something.”
liickitup joined the meeting.
“--Your last boyfriend did WHAT?”
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He’s heard of a woman’s glow before-- in reference to warm cheeks and a smile upon full lips-- but this isn’t at all normal, is it? The glow he’s familiar with is the kind of glow that radiates warmth and color, but this woman’s glow is almost cold, white and shimmering. He thinks, at first, that he might be dreaming, and that the touch of her hair as she passes by him is part of his imagination, but then he remembers what he’s heard about this side of the wall. Another world, they’d said. Could it be t r u e?
“--Miss? Do you know where I am, exactly?”
Since I’ve deleted a nice chunk of the few drafts I had,
LIKE THIS POST FOR A STARTER.
Length will vary and all that noise.
// I've been stalking your blog for weeks now and even though I am no longer an indie RPer on Tumblr, I have an urge to come back just so I could interact with your Neil. I have never even dreamed of somebody portraying him so accurately and so perfectly that sometimes I just -- dshfjhfkjhdkfjhdkjfh -- So yeah. Keep up the good work and remember that this crazy and awkwardly creepy anon loves the shit out of your Neil.
NO NN IE COME BACK
I ‘M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY TO. I created a new blog and then I got a new job that’s been kind of hard to balance with roleplaying, but it’s getting a lot easier, so I wanted to start writing on Neil again!!
I really do hope you come back, or that you at least come to talk to me off anon, because this ask is really sweet, and it makes me feel kind of awesome. Definitely a good motivator for doing some stuff on this blog today!!
pls come back to me friend
Still working on my Mabel Pines blog, but since I finally finished the episodes that are out, I figured I would go ahead and put a link here. ouo
Does anyone have a good about page template? I think that’s what it ought to be called-- just one of those things where you can plug in information about your muse. Name, age, etc. I want to make an about page for Mabel, but I don’t really think it needs to be all that fancy.
Just let me know?
Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...
♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
♕: Holding hands
♖: Having their hair washed by your muse
♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
♙: Sharing a bed
♚: Head scratches
♛: Sharing a dessert
♜: Shoulder rubs
♝: Reading a book together
♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
♟: Patching up a wound
♤: Taking a bath together
♧: Your muse playing with their hair
♡: Accidentally falling asleep together
♢: Forehead or cheek kisses
♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
♣: Back scratches
♥: Your muse crying about something
♦: Slow dancing
" it's good to see me, isn't it ? no need to respond ! that was rhetorical. "
broadway meme.
“Well, then, I guess you know the answer is YES.”
❛ why should you spend your whole life living trapped where there isn't any future? ❜
broadway meme.
A bitter laugh leaves his lips.
“I haven’t got much of a choice, do I? Besides, it’s-- it’s a future, it just isn’t the one that I W A N T.”
broadway sentence meme, pt.2
❛ i want you and you and nothing but you. miles and piles of you. ❜ ❛ when i grow up i will be brave enough to fight my demons. ❜ ❛ why should you spend your whole life living trapped where there ain’t no future? ❜ ❛ is it weird or just screwed up that i’m turned on? ❜ ❛ sometimes you have to be a little bit naughty. ❜ ❛ you’re kinda cute when you’re not so shy. ❜ ❛ i’m sharing a room with a former stripper and her snake: wayne. ❜ ❛ i don’t cause commotions; i am one. ❜ ❛ it’s good to see me, isn’t it? no need to respond! that was rhetorical. ❜ ❛ what did you mean to do? and why was i the only one you didn’t do it to? ❜ ❛ there’s no pretense here. i happen to be genuinely self-absorbed and deeply shallow. ❜ ❛ smile, wave …. and shut up! ❜ ❛ what was always good enough for you, hate to say ain’t good enough for me. ❜ ❛ hey, i’m your family, i love you. ❜ ❛ you know, i read about you in the papers, and i’m gettin’ scared. ❜ ❛ there’s nothing wrong with me, i mean i don’t like boys. ❜ ❛ the prettier the flower, the farther from the path. ❜ ❛ sometimes the things you most wish far are not to be touched! ❜ ❛ when you’re dead, you’re dead. who cares? ❜ ❛ i was raised to be charming, not sincere. ❜ ❛ yes, this cold world will remember us. ❜ ❛ dying ain’t so bad if we go together. ❜ ❛ without me his world will go on turning; a world that’s full of happiness that i have never known. ❜ ❛ i had a dream my life would be so different from this hell i’m living! ❜
GUYS IT’S MY FIRST SATURDAY OFF I’M GONNA REBLOG A MEME COME AT ME
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[ t e x t ] i have pants. i just can’t seem to find them after a few drinks. [ t e x t ] i don’t even know why he directed that speech at me? [ t e x t ] it’s not like i’m dating anyone bad. or anyone at all.