(Please god I had to block like 15 of them today)
Today's Document

if i look back, i am lost

ellievsbear

Origami Around
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Peter Solarz
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

shark vs the universe

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
almost home
NASA
EXPECTATIONS

Kiana Khansmith
Jules of Nature
Sade Olutola
occasionally subtle
Claire Keane

blake kathryn
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@restartfromzero
(Please god I had to block like 15 of them today)
I'm
Alive
...still don't know what to do.
Did some spring cleaning.
I dunno, what am I even doing anymore.
I am the actual worst at keeping track on here.
Reblog if you’re a roleplayer who suffers from anxiety
Sometimes, it’s not a lack of muse or short attention span or lack of time. Sometimes we’re too afraid to write out the reply we had in mind in fear it’s inadequate or written too fast. Then we send replies days, or even weeks, later that we had thought out in our mind since the beginning.
anddd i disappeared again
lovely
hm.
“I spent a long time thinking about some things. Now I know.”
“The past defines us...but the future?”
“The future is ours to write. And I don’t care how it goes, so long as it’s mine.”
“Take deep breaths, you’ll be fine.” Squall to Ammy
“E-easy for you to say, Squall...You’re not the one with a hole in her chest...” It wasn’t a particularly large one, but it was one that left her critical nonetheless.
The redhead grimaced as she tried keeping pressure on it, a effort that wasn’t exactly helping but made her feel...somewhat better, but that wasn’t solving the issue at hand. “But fine...”
She took a moment to settle into a calmer breathing pattern, easing the burden on her lungs, then looked around. “D-don’t suppose we have anything that could help, Leo?”
‘Something's Wrong’ Sentence Starters
Something’s Wrong With My Muse
“Oh, God, you’re bleeding. You’re bleeding a lot.”
“Stop squirming, I’m trying to help.”
“Hang on, I got you.”
“Just lean on me, I’ll help you walk.”
“We should get that looked at.”
“Don’t tilt your head back, you’ll make your nosebleed worse!”
“Just sit up and breathe, ok?”
“Eh, you’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”
“Whatever you do, don’t go to sleep. Stay awake.”
“Oooooo. That looks painful.”
“Oh, thank God! Don’t scare me like that!”
“How the hell did you do this to yourself?”
“Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?”
“You stopped breathing.”
“Oh look, it’s alive.”
“Take deep breaths, you’ll be fine.”
“Arms shouldn’t move like that…”
“What happened to your leg?!”
“Yep, that’s broken alright. How’d you manage that?”
“Here’s some ice for that.”
“You’re welcome, by the way.”
“Yeesh, you look like shit.”
“Wait, you were mugged?!”
“Is that a stab/gunshot wound?”
“Ok, ew. I’m not cleaning that up.”
“Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head.”
“You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn’t be moving around too much if I were you.”
“I thought you were dead!”
“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?”
“Can you walk on your own?”
“You’re getting blood on my clothes!”
“How many fingers am I holding up?”
Something’s Wrong With Your Muse
“Is that three fingers you’re holding up?”
“I’m so sorry for getting blood on your clothes!”
“I’m not sure I can walk on my own.”
“On a scale of 1 to 10, my pain’s at least an 8.”
“You thought I was dead?”
“Do you think I have a concussion?”
“I hit my head; now I don’t feel so good.”
“I’m so sorry. Do you mind cleaning up?”
“I think I’ve been stabbed/shot.”
“I just got mugged!”
“Do I look as bad as I feel?”
“Could I maybe get an ice pack for this?”
“Thank you, by the way.”
“I think my leg is broken.”
“I can’t feel my arm.”
“I’m going to need more than deep breathing to calm me down.”
“I’m not dead yet!”
“Oh, God, I’m bleeding. I’m bleeding a lot.”
“Are you really trying to help?”
“Please help me.”
“Can I lean on you? I don’t think I can walk.”
“I think I need to get this looked at.”
“I can’t get my nose to stop bleeding!”
“I can’t seem to catch my breath.”
“I’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”
“Please help me stay awake.”
“This hurts just as much as it looks like it does.”
“Sorry - did I scare you?”
“I don’t know how I managed to do this to myself.”
“I don’t know if I can stay awake.”
“I stopped breathing?”
Note: Revamp of an older sentence starter post found here.
“I have no idea what to do right now or going forward.”
So I went ahead and did a bit of spring cleaning.
A bunch of muses got nuked. Mostly that’s just what I did.
Winslow got a bit of a rewrite, mostly in her inventory.
Considering a new verse for her if I could get a idea on what.
I don't got a clue what I'm doing with this blog anymore.
Might just do some cleaning and overhauls in a minute.
Ghost of Tsushima, Sucker Punch Productions // 2020
So my computer's fan is busted, the world is on fire, and I neglected this blog *again.*
Well played me.
(...i'm terrible at this tumblr thing right now.)
help i cannot sustain
responsible rpers: queues replies so they’re spaced evenly and during periods of inactivity. me: if it’s done it’s being posted right now.