ℝℙ 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 ℝ𝕒𝕄 𝕆ℂ𝕤 - ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘:
• ᴵⁿᵈⁱᵉ • ˢᵉᵐⁱ⁻ˢᵉˡᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵉˣᶜˡᵘˢⁱᵛᵉ • ᴹᵘᴹᵘ • ᴹᵘˡᵗⁱᵛᵉʳˢᵉ •
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@ricksinajar
ℝℙ 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 ℝ𝕒𝕄 𝕆ℂ𝕤 - ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘:
• ᴵⁿᵈⁱᵉ • ˢᵉᵐⁱ⁻ˢᵉˡᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵉˣᶜˡᵘˢⁱᵛᵉ • ᴹᵘᴹᵘ • ᴹᵘˡᵗⁱᵛᵉʳˢᵉ •
"So let me ruin my guts tonight, just let me ruin my guts tonight"
The first punch little does to him. It's merely a tickle, really. He even stops to see if the other guy is brave enough to land a second one on his emotionless face. With every beast, it needs to be poked first. The beast, in this context, being both withing himself and the hard-knuckled alien in front of him. Grabbing them by their scaley shoulders, OF shoves his head against their forehead, the ringing that follows is music to his ears. Keeps the noise quiet, hit after hit.
Spitting blood and drool on the floor, he heaves, but quickly jumps back on his feet, like he's not in control of his own body. He's not in control of his mind either, so what's the difference, anyway. The pool left at his feet makes the ring of fighters gasp, remnants of his guts reflecting the ceiling lights.
Even Tony, the scumbag who has nothing to lose with seeing the blue-haired human winning as many rounds as possible - literally - puts the pit to a stop, lifting one of his four arms:
"Enough, kid, you can barely stand straight."
He didn't listen. Tony didn't own the pit, nobody did. That's what made the fightlcub beautiful. OF waves at no one in particular, grabbing his crotch with his other bruised hand, challenging the next fighter. The crowd cheers, adrenaline and challenge so thick in the air one could chew on it. Fight after fight, the stream of violence grows, fueling a fire that will only burn him to the ground. He's fighting fire with fire at this point.
He doesn't remember how he got there. Birdperson's words still echoes in his mind, like lost tunes of a bad song he wished he didn't compose. The one-way conversation that had taken place hours before the chaos he unleashed around The Capital.
"You're choosing this, not me."
The hot desert air caresses his body, sand sticking to open wounds and mashed up tissues, blood caking up around his eyes and chin. He can feel a tooth wiggling inside of his mouth. He gets up from the ground - he believes this to be his best quality, getting up when he should be 6 feet under - and starts walking towards the next town.
"Am I gonna be this down forever? Am I gonna be this dumb forever? Am I gonna be this gone forever? Am I gonna be this numb forever?"
one moment ☝️ *pauses the blowjob to start violently coughing up blood*
Keep salting the wound I'm close
Hurt / Comfort Prompts!!!
⋆˚✿˖° "You don't have to be okay right now. You don't have to be anything right now."
⋆˚✿˖° "When did you last eat. And water doesn't count and neither does coffee."
⋆˚✿˖° "I've got you. You're safe. I've got you."
⋆˚✿˖° "Stop apologizing for needing things. Stop it right now."
⋆˚✿˖° "You called me at 2am and I came. That's not something I did out of obligation. I want you to understand that."
⋆˚✿˖° "Lay down. I'm not asking."
⋆˚✿˖° "You've been holding this alone for how long. How long have you been holding this alone."
⋆˚✿˖° "I'm going to sit right here. You don't have to talk. I'm just going to be here."
⋆˚✿˖° "When did taking care of yourself become something you had to earn."
⋆˚✿˖° ⟢ "You're shaking." - "I'm fine." - "You're shaking and you've been crying and you're not fine and that's okay."
⋆˚✿˖° "I'm not leaving. You can ask me to leave and I still won't. You're stuck with me tonight."
⋆˚✿˖° "Has anyone ever just — taken care of you. Without needing something back." - "..." - "That's what I thought. Come here."
⋆˚✿˖° "You scared me. I need you to know you scared me and I need you to never do that again."
⋆˚✿˖° "I heated up the leftovers. You're going to eat them. We can fight about everything else tomorrow."
⋆˚✿˖° "Stop being brave for one second. Just one second. It's just me."
⋆˚✿˖° "I noticed you weren't okay three weeks ago. I've been trying to figure out how to say something."
⋆˚✿˖° "You don't have to explain it. You don't owe me an explanation. Just tell me what you need."
⋆˚✿˖° "Nobody should have to go through that. I know you did. I'm so sorry you did."
⋆˚✿˖° "Close your eyes. I'll stay until you fall asleep. I'll be here when you wake up."
⋆˚✿˖° "You keep saying you're fine and your hands keep shaking and I need you to pick one."
⋆˚✿˖° "I made your tea the way you like it." - "You remembered." - "I remember everything about you."
⋆˚✿˖° "You were there for me when I had nothing. Did you really think I wasn't going to show up for you."
⋆˚✿˖° "Rest. The world can wait. It's waited before. Rest."
𖥔⋆。°✩ TONGUE TIED ⸻ a collection of action prompts centered around the terrifying moments where someone becomes important. adjust as necessary. add + reverse as needed.
sender instinctively looks for receiver the moment they enter a room.
sender realizes silence feels comfortable when it's shared with receiver.
sender orders receiver's favorite drink before they come back to the table.
sender gets irrationally disappointed when receiver cancels plans.
sender feels relieved the moment receiver arrives.
sender catches their reflection smiling after receiving a text from receiver.
sender can't stop replaying their last conversation with receiver.
sender notices someone flirting with receiver and immediately hates how much it bothers them.
sender realizes they've started measuring good days by whether they got to see receiver.
sender lights up when receiver says their name.
sender realizes they always end up sitting beside receiver.
sender catches themself defending receiver before anyone even asks.
sender starts looking forward to interactions with receiver more than they should.
sender notices every small change in receiver's mood.
sender gets distracted watching receiver laugh.
sender realizes that they always want to tell receiver everything first.
sender realizes they remember details about receiver that nobody else does.
sender feels a little too happy when receiver chooses them.
sender notices that receiver's approval suddenly matters.
sender catches themself wondering what receiver would think.
sender feels oddly nervous before seeing receiver.
sender starts keeping little things that remind them of receiver.
sender notices the room feels different when receiver isn't there.
sender catches themself staring at receiver a second too long.
sender gets flustered when receiver compliments them.
sender realizes they've memorized receiver's laugh.
sender feels unexpectedly jealous when receiver talks about someone else.
sender catches themself imagining future plans that include receiver.
sender looks for receiver's reaction before anyone else's.
sender realizes they care whether receiver is happy.
sender gets nervous when receiver gets too close.
sender catches themself smiling whenever receiver walks into the room.
sender starts noticing how attractive receiver is at the worst possible times.
sender realizes they don't want receiver to leave yet.
sender remembers the exact way receiver looked at them.
sender feels their heartbeat pick up when receiver reaches for them.
sender notices that seeing receiver has become the best part of their day.
sender catches themself thinking about receiver during completely unrelated conversations.
sender realizes they're in trouble the moment receiver smiles at them.
sender contemplates how easy it is for receiver to affect them.
"The Only Good System is a Sound System"
The crowd was as expected to be: loud, enthusiastic, a cloud of smoke hovering above the hundred or so aliens speaking a different language.
A mix of sweat and spilled-beer smell coated the excited mass of bodies, eagerly awaiting the last band of the night to perform.
Rick enters the stage with a type of fluidity and ease like he'd been there a thousand times before. And he did, in a way. All stages ran the same, and yet, all unique in its own way. His tight ripped jeans hung low on his hips, bruised ribcage exposed out of the cut-out shirt that little fit any purpose as a garment, his spine cybernetics showing despite constantly being advised not to. He didn't care. The crowd cheered the blue haired punk, oblivious to who he was except from word of mouth, a slow growth of stories that grazed on urban legends of his doings across the galaxy.
Despite the seemingly non-acknowledgement of the crowd's presence - not yet at least, OF holds a laser sharp focus, strapping his bass guitar, checking the mic, eyes roaming over every little detail that came as a first language to him. The rest of the band members join him shortly after, ripping another wave of cheers: Birdperson, the hybrid with clawed hands who did magic on his guitar riffs, and Squanchy, the massive, mutant, cat-like alien who played the drums with enough gentleness not to pulverize the instrument to dust.
Now, the crowd would be acknowledged. Now, the show could begin. With a loud distorted screech of the mic, the human's typical opening words followed:
"Let's get this fucking party starteeed!"
Another loud cheer, as the small led screen displayed instant translation of Rick's words. A smart touch of tech his genius came up with.
"We are Open Flesh, and we're not leaving until we get this fucking place TRASHED ! FUCK THE GALACTIC FEDERATION!!"
And chaos was summoned.
Want to destroy and break my muse?
Then tell them the one thing you think that will break them. Hurt them. Open those scars up once again.
Reblog to let others know you're all right with random starters in your inbox.
🌼 * ― 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑼𝑴𝑨 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
Can you touch me like that again?
Can I touch your face again?
Can you hold me just a little longer?
Don't put your hand in front of my face.
Speak softer, please.
Here, hold my hand.
Stop, please. Make it stop.
I know you're hurt.
It was real. It seemed so real.
I know it seemed real but it wasn't.
What are you doing there sitting in the dark?
Your heart is beating so fast.
Can you count down to ten for me?
I don't know how to be soft.
Punch me if it helps you.
Hey, it's just me.
Did you have a nightmare?
You're bathed in sweat! Here, let me help.
I didn't mean to startle you.
You can trust me, you know? I'm not (pronoun)
Are you having a panic/anxiety attack?
Softness is weakness. I cannot be weak again.
Stop moving and let me help.
Don't shut the door, please.
When I said scars are hot, I didn't mean get one.
I'm not going to leave you.
I hate seeing you like this.
Breathe, just breathe.
If the room is too silent, I can hear my heart pounding.
You fell asleep in my arms.
You don't have to do it on your own.
Sickness and Healing -> Roleplay Memes for When the Muse Doesn't Feel Well
Change pronouns / etc, as needed.
you're running a fever.
i'm freezing.
my chest hurts.
it's just a headache.
are you feeling any better?
here, i brought some medicine.
it's not that bad.
you should go lay down.
are you going to need a bucket?
let's get you back in bed.
your fever's gotten higher.
what hurts?
just let me sleep.
you need to stay in bed.
you look worse than you did this morning.
you'll feel better once you've slept.
[scenarios; add +reverse to reverse any scenario]
sender finds receiver unconscious
sender finds receiver attempting to work through illness/injury
sender brings receiver soup and medicine
sender finds receiver delusional with fever
sender tucks receiver into bed
sender places a cool cloth on receiver's forehead
receiver wakes up to find sender sitting at their bedside
18. what kind of hugs does your muse give? gentle? tight? pick and spin? (Rita)
[Out of The Jar]
Rita's hugs are tight, heartfelt, and even prolonged past the initial moment. She won't shy away from making the other feel how much she cherishes them. A friend from weekend clubbing? An reocurring hook up? Someone she met at a party once and sees them again? All get the same hug treatment.
Didn’t plan much… just ended up here with coffee, fire, and peace ☕🔥🌲
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[ TXT ] : i saw something shiny and dramatic and thought of you.
Don't take it the wrong way, sweetheart ;)
[From K]
@ricksinajar
[txt] whatever keeps me on your mind, handsome 💜
I'd have an easier time taking it the right way if you'd come over ;)
[txt]: I'll be right over sweetheart. I'm getting that coffee order you like. ;)