sailadjusted

OC RP blog. writing since 2017, remade in 2026. spoken through shelby. mun is 21+.

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sailadjusted - an indie, fandomless OC RP blog

loved by shelby since 2017

open for starters

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// sorry it’s a negative “why am I even on tumblr” kind of day lol

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// yes I got a book from the library all about bodily fluids and YES I’m enjoying it a lot

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“Storm at Sea off the Norwegian Coast” (details, 1837) by Andreas Achenbach

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// hi I feel weird so come say hi if you want to!!!

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// I just feel like I’m gonna die for no reason?? lol

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Do they have a "lucky" item?

Not a lucky item so much, but Makani has a shoebox of his mother’s things that he takes wherever he moves to and refuses to get rid of. It’s the only things he has of hers, and includes a photo of her on a motorcycle, one of her riding gloves from said motorcycle, an envelope with her handwriting on it (no letter inside, just the envelope) and a bunch of other random things she left behind. Makani found them while cleaning his attic one day and kept them hidden, since if his father knew he had them, he would have taken them away.

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// hi I feel weird so come say hi if you want to!!!

[expressions-of-nature]

by Ingrid Martinussen

[wolpertingerantlers]

Soft OC asks because I'm soft rn

What's your OC's favorite cuddling position?

What's their favorite comfort food that they eat when they're sad?

What's a secret passion of theirs?

What's an item that is deeply important and special to them? What makes it so special?

Do they have any collections?

What does their laugh sound like?

If they were in a book, how would they describe themselves?

If they were in a book how would they be described by others/ the narrator?

What's something they will never fail to get excited over?

How many pillows do they sleep with?

What's their favorite thing that their partner (if they have one) has ever said to them?

What's the sweetest thing they've ever said to their partner (if they have one)?

What's the most memorable compliment they've ever been given?

What's something they unashamedly adore?

What (kind of or specific) outfit do they feel most comfortable with?

Do they have a "lucky" item?

What's their sleeping position when they're on their own?

What's their favorite scent?

What's their favorite texture?

What's something they do absentmindedly that their partner (if they have one) finds adorable

What's their dream date like

Do they have a best friend? If so who is it?

Do they like having their hair played with?

What's their favorite (non-sexual) place to be kissed?

What's their favorite place to kiss their partner?

What do they love about their friends?

What's their favorite childhood memory?

What makes them feel safe?

What's the cutest thing their pet does (if they have one)?

What's their favorite animal?

If they could have any pet, what would it be?

What's their favorite thing to do with their partner?

What's their favorite room in their home (if they have one)?

What do they taste like when kissed?

What do they smell like?

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )

give that to me! where did you find this?!

do you drink coffee or tea?

sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?

do you trust me enough to close your eyes?

when were you planning on telling me?

at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?

can i convince you to stay the night?

do i look like someone who knows what that means?

would you consider giving me a second chance?

do you really think that's helpful right now?

would you mind showing me around?

do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?

are you thinking what i'm thinking?

can we ... go out and do something crazy?

why are we whispering?

who exactly are you, anyways?

can't we just be civil for a minute?

does the past ever keep you up at night?

if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?

how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?

did the power just go out?

are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?

how should we celebrate?

can we just ... start over?

why is this so important to you?

how was i supposed to know that?!

do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.

where are you? nobody's heard from you.

can you help me zip this up?

why do these things always happen to me?

you don't secretly hate me, right?

can i get you something to eat? –or drink?

ready to see what i've been working on?

where have you been disappearing off to?

what's that perfume you're wearing?

you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?

are you planning to stay for dinner?

did you think it was going to be easy?

you see where you went wrong, don't you?

when did we become so cold and distant?

who are you working for?

did you really do all of this for me?

can i open my eyes yet?

haven't you heard the stories?

[ name ], what are you doing here?

what's it gonna take for you to trust me?

do you believe people can change?

how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?

don't you remember what happened last time?

why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?

you're [ name ], aren't you?

who did this to you?!

how did you know i'd be here?

what's that supposed to mean?

do you think i'm irredeemable?

what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!

do you see anything you like?

what do i owe you for the food?

why won't this stupid thing work?!

does tonight really have to end?

holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!

i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?

how long have you been standing there?

do you ever wish you could just ... run away?

haven't we been here before?

wait, shush ... did you hear that?

did i miss today's newsletter or something?

can we put our differences aside for a second?

what are you getting out of this, exactly?

you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?

are you willing to bet on it?

would you kill for me?

what made you think that was okay?!

do you believe people can change?

what's the worst thing you've ever done?

you were going to leave without saying goodbye?

[ name ], can you sit up for me?

can i kiss you?

where are your keys? you're not driving like this.

how's life been treating you?

where have you been?!

aren't we supposed to be alone tonight?

aw, has someone had a little too much to drink?

where are you going with this?

are we really doing this right now?

have you eaten today?

can i crash here for the night?

how did you learn to lie so well?

can i at least buy you a drink?

where should i meet you?

is that  ...  blood?!

are you trying to make me jealous right now?

what’s your problem? you're acting weird.

[ name ], you're ... real, right?

where’s your sense of adventure?

do you like horror movies?

what are you trying to prove?

can you give me a ride?

do you have any idea what you've done?

shouldn't you answer that?

why should i be the one to calm down?

have you been up all night?

why are you lying to me?

is that my [ jacket / hoodie / shirt ]?

what are you so afraid of?

do you want to grow old with me?

you’re gonna walk away from this?

are you nervous? your hands are shaking.

where am i supposed to go?

how many fingers am i holding up?

you want me to just walk away from this?

[ name ], slow down– what's wrong?!

are you embarrassed of me?

what's that smell? something's burning.

how can i make it up to you?

why can't you stay out of it?

is this some kind of trick?

come on, what do you have to lose?

do you ever still think of me?

idiot. why didn't you tell me?!

can we stop and think about this rationally?

how long has it been since you’ve slept?

what's your ideal first date?

are you ready to tell me the truth?

i almost died, and you're laughing?

what do you mean, "sort of"?

can we just stay like this forever?

when can i see you again?

can we put this behind us?

oh ... you thought of me first?

where did you learn to do that?

oh my god,  are you bleeding?!

where are you?  nobody’s heard from you.

[ name ], are you drunk?

how can i make this go away?

someone's jumpy today. are you feeling okay?

are we safe here?

what can i do to convince you?

what could possibly go wrong?

you have no idea who i am, do you?

how do you really feel about me?

why can't you look me in the eyes?

did you know you talk in your sleep?

were you following me?

can we just pretend this never happened?

are you just barely getting home?

are you even listening to me right now?!

where does it hurt?  can you show me?

are you trying to get yourself killed?!

how about we just forget the world exists?

how long have you been keeping this from me?

were you ever going to tell me?

what do you make of this?

[ name ],  what the hell?!

can we just be honest with each other, here?

are you trying to keep me a secret?

why does your story keep changing?

how long have you known?

it can't be that bad, right?

are you happy? i mean, really happy?

isn't this place amazing?

did i interrupt something?

how am i supposed to trust you?

are they still following us?

are you fucking serious?

do you remember our first kiss?

can we take a break for a minute?

how about we disappear for awhile?

you're going to walk away from this?

can you please just cut the crap?!

why didn't you tell me you were hurt?

how can i make this go away?

can you just look at me, please?

is there anything i can do to change your mind?

do you ever stop talking?

that depends. are you done lying to me?

are you sure this is legal?

how do you take your coffee?

can you keep your voice down?

why does your phone keep buzzing?

[f0xxen]

[sailadjusted]

Pep smiles, putting the plate down and wiping his mouth of virtual, cartoonish crumbs.

“Of course I care about you, dude…I mean, like, we all do, duh.” Well, maybe not Jax, Pep didn’t really know the situation there.

“You didn’t miss much, if it’s any consolation,” he says, turning to lean against his bedpost. It was easier to lean than to try to sit, with how his virtual avatar behaved, “We were supposed to bring this big car-tank-thing of maple syrup or something to some candy people? Jax just wanted to crash the car,” he said, rolling his eyes with a smile. “We fell into a big chocolate river thing- this sounds more exciting than it is, mostly I was just sitting around while Jax and Ragatha argued. Same old same old.”

He pauses for a minute, his tone and smile softening,

“Will you uh…will you go on the next adventure with me- with us? I think Caine mentioned something about a haunted house, so I don’t know how much I’m really looking forward to it,” he chuckles, “but you and me can stick together! Then maybe I won’t be too scared. That is, i-if you want.”

[honk4muses]

The adventure described did sound pretty eventful. Once upon a near time, Kaufmo used to ENJOY the wacky antics Caine had planned for them. Now, without HER, they were never the same. Pair that up with his jaded feelings towards their Ring Master, Kaufmo had been a real downer on the few adventures he participated in before his near abstract experience. But he wanted to try to be KAUFMO again. It helped knowing the other's WANTED him around.

" I can't promise I'll be givin it my all . . . " He offers a tired yet genuine smile. " But yeah, consider me your acountibili-buddy--" That could be funnier . . . What could he add to make it better? "--Clown. " Sure that works.

Kaufmo could sense the conversation coming to an end. Which he hid his disheartening emotions reflecting that notion with his grin. Zooble had helped him clean up his room-- something Caine could of done in an instant but Kaufmo wasn't ready to ask the Ai for favors yet. But just because the room was tidy, didn't mean the memories didn't still haunted him. More than likely, hed find a random place in the circus to retire for the night.

" I'll catch you tomorrow than? I sure ain't sleeping tonight, but I'm sure you want to settle down."

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Pep is tempted to follow him, include Kaufmo in on his nightly walk, stay up all night with him if he needed, but Pep doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries. It had been a long day for both of them, he was sure. It would be best to just let everyone rest, restart, and try again tomorrow fresh. Pep bids Kaufmo goodnight, but not without the caveat that he’d be up for ‘awhile’ if he needed anything.

That sure was something people said a lot around here. I’m here if you ever need me. Just reach out. But did anyone ever actually reach out?

He does his nightly waddle-walk in his room instead. It was a tradition he made himself keep up with, which he told himself was to help with his mental acuity, although at this point he wasn’t sure if it actually accomplished that. He used to keep track of the days he was here, too, but Caine had on more than one occasion changed the day/night cycle for the sake of an adventure, so he lost track around day 83-ish. So now he walked. Any time it was virtual night, he took a walk around the circus. It was quiet, and he actually kind of liked how everything looked when the lights were dimmed and everyone was asleep, although tonight, he’d be going in circles around his room.

I was born in Oahu. I moved when I was 28, I’m 31 now. I live in a van. My van is a 1978 Volkswagen V2. It’s yellow. I like yellow okay, but red is my favorite color. I’m an accountant-

Another part of the ritual. He walks in circles, and like a monk with a terrible mantra, he just repeats things he knows about himself. The name was gone, but that didn’t mean everything had to be. Sometimes, if he was out walking for too long, it just turned into any random little fact he could think of.

I like math. Adventures are okay. Ragatha is nice. Kaufmo is also very nice! And funny. He should do stand up. We’re friends. I think. The capital of Alabama is Montgomery. The capital of Alaska is Juneau. The capital of Arizona is-

He’s walking at least long enough into the night that he’s getting into each state’s two-letter abbreviation (AL, AK, AR-) before his last mantra pops into his head, the last thought he tries to think before he goes to bed every night.

My name is not Pep. I’ll remember it some day.

“Today’s adventure is; The Mystery of Mildenhall Manor!”

Ah okay, it was a haunted house thing, he was right. Truthfully, he wasn’t paying that much attention- he wasn’t sure exactly how long his nightly walk actually did go on, but he had been too restless to sleep most of the night, so by the time he did get to bed, it felt like maybe two hours, tops.

Did they need to sleep? No. Did it feel like he was running on two hours of sleep? Somehow, yes.

At least everyone was there. Zooble was already fucking off respectfully from the adventure (god, Pep wished he had the courage to do that,) and yes, Kaufmo was there. Phew! We can breathe!

Oh, wait, this is definitely a trauma thing, isn’t it. Obsessively checking to make sure everyone was safe- yeah, yeah, okay. Cool and normal!

Pep only snaps back into reality when the “fractal noise” to the adventure opens, blinking back into the present.

“Wait, I missed it- what are we doing? Scary house?” Pep says, not really to anyone but the air, walking and talking because skipping the adventure was never an option, but especially not today.

[lilsleepyone]

[earthtodes]

My problem is I never healed I just kept going

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM PROJECT HAIL MARY *  assorted dialogue from the book by andy weir, some lines reworked to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary

human beings have a remarkable ability to accept the abnormal and make it normal.

it'll be interesting to see how this plays out.

glad i could be part of it.

evolution is lazy.

i guess this is it.

your face is leaking.

i will miss you.

you're my friend. heck, you're my best friend.

we have figured this out.

got to love computers. they do all the thinking for you so you don't have to.

another day, another staff meeting.

who would have thought saving the world could be so boring?

does that mean it's not no? is that another yes?

you're not alone. neither of us are.

sometimes the stuff we all hate ends up being the only way to do things.

i'm a scientist!

now we're getting somewhere!

time for me to use science.

i'm hungry.

what's your name?

are all russians crazy?

when stupid ideas work, they become genius ideas.

do you believe in god?

i know it's a personal question.

it's like he's inviting us to explore the universe.

if i had a nickel for every time i wanted to smack a kid's parents for not teaching them even the most basic things... well... i'd have enough nickels to put in a sock and smack those parents with it.

this is happy!

your face opening is in sad mode.

we're pretty untrustworthy, but i don't want him to know that.

i'm smart enough to know that i'm stupid. that's progress.

you poked it with a stick?

it was a scientific poke with a very scientific stick.

work fast.

first i have to wait for my computer to wake up.

fist my bump.

usually you're not stupid.

once again, i'm struck by melancholy.

i have to save humanity first. stupid humanity. getting in the way of my hobbies.

oh thank god. i can't imagine explaining sleep to someone who had never heard of it.

if i can't do it for a while, i go insane and eventually die.

no need for concern.

we're as smart as evolution made us.

we're the minimum intelligence needed to ensure we can dominate our planet.

i spend a lot of time un-suiciding this suicide mission.

that's not creepy at all.

wait a minute! am i a guinea pig?

it's not like that.

no. you cannot die. you are my friend.

be careful.

i don't want to look dumb in front of the aliens.

math is not thinking. math is procedure.

at least i'm not alone.

aaaaand they're dead.

you get to watch your food cook without melting your face off.

the hardest part about working with aliens and saving humanity from extinction is constantly having to come up with names for stuff.

you are here!

you saved me!

set up the damn tunnel!

get back in your ship!

it gives me a feeling of control.

i'm on a suicide mission.

yes. there'll be wars.

see how easy it is?

all i have to do is tell you something you don't want to hear.

it's the kids of today that'll have to make the world of tomorrow work.

when you're stupid tired, accept that you're stupid tired. don't try to solve things right then.

want to meet up in the bathroom down the hall and have sex?

let's see what we can do when we really set our minds to it.

you want me to observe you sleep?

you're a coward and you always have been!

you avoid risk like the plague.

[leneemusing]

for muses that are getting to know each other

❝ what's your favorite color and why? ❞

❝ can i come with you? ❞

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞

❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞

❝ actually we've met before. ❞

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞

❝ care to join me? ❞

❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞

❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

❝ do you like it here? ❞

❝ are you new around here? ❞

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞

❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞

❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞

❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞

❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞

❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞

ACTIONS:

VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together

TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.

SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.

GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.

INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time

INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time

TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time

TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day

COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up

COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up

OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up

OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up

AID: sender helps receiver redecorate

AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate

[sailadjusted]

Oh, yeah, this is why people didn’t hang out with them…

So, Makani had definitely seen…let’s call them shenanigans happening from the house before, but it doesn’t stop him from being frightened at this turn of events- rightfully so, he’d argue, as there was a fucking fire now, and probably about to be more.

This isn’t the type of situation Makani normally finds himself in. (If the guys ever needed an audit, Makani was their man, though.) He jumps out of the chair when the firework hits the roof, and is inching forward when the roof-owner comes outside, making him consider turning heel and getting the fuck out of there, FAST.

There were a few problems with that plan. One, Makani felt somewhat responsible for the proceedings (probably unfounded, but he did feel that way,) and two, he’d be a really bad friend if he ditched when the goings got tough. And these were kinda-sorta-probably-somehow his friends, he thought, right?

Also, if he ran, the lady might think he did it.

Guy, at least, looks a little more concerned than Dude (who looks more angry that he got caught,) and Dude was right, Makani did get along a little better with Guy. The two meet in the middle between backing up and inching forward, Makani grabbing Guy’s arm to pull him down a little (he has to, see the aforementioned almost two fucking feet taller) and says,

“Guy? What do we…do here??” His voice is obviously scared, but he is ready to do whatever he needs in order to help. Or, stay hanging onto Guy’s arm and run like hell. Whatever!

[thesickening]

The Roman candles & lighters clatter forgotten to the barren ground. Dude reaches inside his trench coat and pulls free a Glock. He's been through this song & dance enough times, his bleeding feet understand the routine by muscle memory alone. These people won't listen to reason . . . not that there's any reason to be found in the first place.

Behind him, Guy nearly jolts out of his skin when Makani's fingers wrap around his thick arm. His head snaps around, teeth bared like a rabid animal — only to realize it's just Makani. Relief crashes over him ... only temporary before the apprehension rises again like suffocating waves of an ocean of tar.

❝ Christ. ❞ He presses a hand briefly to his breast pocket. His heart's hammering violently, feeling as though it's in his palm in lieu of chest. ❝ Warn me next time before you touch me like that . . . ❞ As if he doesn't roughhouse with Dude all the time. Half their relationship involves affectionately shoving each other around. But this is different. He's scared, too. And fear has turned every nerve ending raw.

‎ ❝ Don't know . . . ❞ His breathing goes shallower. ❝ but I'm about to freak out . . . might go in the trailer and get my — ❞

BANG ! ! BANG ! ! BANGBANG ! ! The harsh cracks of gunfire rips the breath from Guy's lungs. He physically jumps this time. His entire body recoils before his head whips toward Makani, eyes blown wide with panic.

Every coherent thought vanishes.

‎ ❝ GET IN THE TRAILER ! GET IN THE TRAILER NOW ! ❞

Which he's already trying to drag Makani in that direction . . .

[sailadjusted]

“Oh! Sorry!” he blurts, immediately snatching his hands back and folding them against his chest.

Before he can say anything else, Guy shoves him into the trailer. Makani stumbles, nearly planting face-first onto the laminate floor before catching himself on the tiny excuse for a kitchen counter. The screen door slams shut behind them.

The vibe has definitely shifted. Granted, it shifted the moment someone set the fucking roof on fire, but this is different.

Makani watches Guy’s entire demeanor change in real time. For one, Guy had never grabbed him like that before. More concerning, though, was the way he was breathing- fast, shallow, frantic, as his hand hovered near what Makani guessed was a gun. It didn’t look like someone gearing up for a fight. It looked like someone desperately trying to convince himself he wasn’t about to become part of one.

Makani wants to help. If nothing else, maybe he can keep this dude from spiraling. Not Dude, he clearly already was, and Makani didn’t think he’d be of any use there. Dude lowercase.

He sidesteps over, careful not to put himself between Guy and the door. Guy is staring through the screen so intensely, every muscle in his body wound tight. Instead, Makani settles just inside his peripheral vision.

“Hey, Guy?”

His voice comes out quieter than the chaos outside probably warrants, but he’s not trying to compete with the noise. He’s trying to give Guy something else to listen to.

“Let’s at least shut the door and get away from it. Then you can tell me if you want me to call someone, or if you just wanna wait it out, or… whatever you wanna do.”

He very intentionally avoids saying the police. “Someone” feels safer.

Makani rests one hand against the opaque plastic door, easing it the rest of the way closed.

“I’m gonna touch your arm now,” he warns, because surprises seem like a bad idea at the moment.

With his other hand, he gently guides Guy toward the little built-in dining table, trying to put even a few extra feet between them and whatever fresh hell is happening outside.

God, he hopes this doesn’t come across as patronizing. He’s been here before; got the panic attacks, bought the shitty T-shirt, learned the breathing exercises he’d inevitably forget the next time one hit. If this was what Guy was dealing with, the last thing Makani wanted was to make it worse.

“Come on,” he says gently. “Let’s just sit down for a second.”