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#{promo}#this one might be my favorite of all of them

outworthsnobleblood:

“Okay, so like,” Rei starts, pressing her hands together to gesture at the girl, “you don’t look or sound okay, so… I am disinclined to believe you. You sure there’s no one I can like, call, or something? Aht.” Rex had started moving forward, and she stops him short with her vocalization.

“Look, I have, like, an obscene amount of painkillers because I…. am a fucking mess, but.” She gestures over her shoulder toward the front. “… Look, I just don’t feel okay like leaving you alone? So. We’re gonna hafta figure something out. Because if I let you walk out those doors and then you like, die, I’m gonna feel like I killed you. And I am… not okay with that.”

Duchess, irritated at being left alone so long, strides into the space. Head and tail held aloft, she ignores all three of them and leaps onto the windowsill, stretching out in the sun and promptly falling asleep.

A laugh escapes her at the words. To her credit, she only flinches the barest amount at the stress the movement puts on still-healing injuries. It’s not even really that funny, but there’s something about the sentiment that strikes her. “I’m not going to die,” she assures her. If I was going to die it would have happened by now, goes unsaid.

She straightens up a bit more, the pain fading enough that she can push it to the periphery of her focus. She doesn’t dare risk checking if she’s bleeding again, for fear of being caught at it, so she keeps her attention elsewhere.

“And there’s no one to call.” A lie, technically, but close enough to the truth. “I’m... a little worse for wear but I’ve been traveling on my own for a while, it’s an occupational hazard.” As she speaks, her eyes are drawn to the cat who appears around the corner of a shelf, and her gaze doesn’t shift until the cat is fully settled in the window.

#outworthsnobleblood #{&miserable and magical ~ travel}#{t; aeira && reina ~ 001}#{pick up a pen start writing ~ threads}

outworthsnobleblood:

Rex is happy to lick fingers in place of face, and Rei tries to nudge him back with a foot while her focus is on helping the girl to her feet. She’s about to reach down and tug Rex away by his collar when the girl falters worryingly.

“Woah,” she steadies the girl, helps her to sit on the loveseat Rei assumes she fell from. “Back, Rex,” she finally snaps, and the dog backs up a few steps before sitting. “You hit your head?” she asks, worried. “I should probably call, like… someone. Do you have anyone…?” She’s shit at guesstimating ages, but surely this girl is too young to be on her own entirely, right?

Her first aid kit is under the register, next to the gun safe, but the girl doesn’t look beat up. Rei is completely out of her depth here, despite the skills her father taught her. She knows the basics, but she’s no medic.

She shakes her head vehemently. “No, my head’s fine,” she says, returning one arm to wrap around her middle as if holding herself together. She tips her head down, letting her hair fall over her face. “I just... I just need a minute.”

Her focus redirects to keeping her breathing even. The pain will dissipate eventually, she knows that much - all she needs to do is to not make anything worse in the meantime. In through the nose.... out through the mouth.... 4, 7, 8. She repeats the mantra in her head for a couple of repetitions, and by the time she’s done, the pain in her torso has faded from a flame to an ember. That much she can deal with.

She looks up at the woman still standing there. “I’m okay,” she says, more certain this time. She brushes her hair out of her face with her free hand, and her other arm relaxes slightly. “Thank you for the help.”

#outworthsnobleblood #{&miserable and magical ~ travel}#{t; aeira && reina ~ 001}#{pick up a pen start writing ~ threads}

outworthsnobleblood:

The shop’s a labyrinth on a good day; at this point of the month, books are piled on almost every available surface, waiting to be catalogued and put away. The register is near the door, but that doesn’t mean she catches everyone who comes in. There’s always work to be done among the stacks, after all; she can’t spend all of her time sitting behind the register reading, much as she’d like to.

She would have ignored the thump if Rex hadn’t reacted; just another precarious stack of books tipping over, Rex knows to ignore those. This one caught his attention though, driving him to his feet and winding through the shelves. (Duchess doesn’t move from her bed in the window.) Rei sighs gustily, bookmarking her page before pushing herself to her feet to follow Rex. She knows the shop like the back of her hand, though sometimes it feels like it sprouts new wings just to taunt her. She realizes they’re headed to one of the window nooks and hangs back a bit, letting Rex go comfort whoever caused the thud.

“Fell asleep, huh? It’s a nice corner, I don’t blame you.” She gives the girl a grin. “You okay?” She offers a hand to help her up, gently shooing Rex back to keep the dog from licking the girl’s face off.

The dog is a bit of a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. These days she gets long better with animals than humans anyway. Half-heartedly, she raises her hand to deflect the friendly long nose snuffling at her face. She’s focused on her breathing and her eyes fall shut, so she doesn’t realize there’s a human counterpart to the canine rescue effort until she hears the words.

She flinches slightly, surprise overtaking her more logical thoughts, and immediately she regrets it. Her hand drops from where it’s been holding the dog at bay and wraps around her torso protectively.

She stares at the offered hand for a beat before accepting, pointedly careful to avoid any contact beyond what’s absolutely necessary.

“Yeah, I’m oka--” a sharp gasp escapes her, cutting off her words, and she only barely manages to get to her feet.

#outworthsnobleblood #{&miserable and magical ~ travel}#{t; aeira && reina ~ 001}#{pick up a pen start writing ~ threads}

@outworthsnobleblood

It's just a stopover, a place to take shelter from the rain outside. While not the most avid of bookworms, a shop like this one has always been a safe place in Aeira's mind, for no concrete reason she's ever bothered to pin down. It doesn't matter, really, least of all today. Today all that matters is that it's warm and dry and there's a comfortable place to sit down.

She trails through the corridors of towering shelves for a few minutes, peering at titles but never picking one up. After a few minutes she spots one that reminds her of home in a good way and carefully plucks it from its space between its fellows. A few steps more, and she comes to one of, she suspects, several cozy reading nooks, and settles herself in the corner of a loveseat near the window.

She doesn't realize it's happening until it's over. Somewhere along the way, as she's paging through the book on her lap, she drifts off, head resting against one hand, elbow propped on the arm of the loveseat. When she wakes, it's with a jolt. She doesn't even have time to catch herself before the floor is looming up to meet her, and she lands, hard. Every ache in her body flares to life at the impact, and she can only manage to prop herself up just a little, gritting her teeth and cursing under her breath. If she's lucky, maybe no one heard her hit the floor, and she can be up and out before anyone comes to see what the commotion is about.

#outworthsnobleblood #{&miserable and magical ~ travel}#{t; aeira && reina ~ 001}#{pick up a pen start writing ~ threads}#here you gooooo #as always no need to match length

leneemusing

EXTENSIVE SCAR RELATED PROMPTS

GENERAL

[ TOUCH ] for sender to trace one of receiver’s scars

[ TOUCHED ] for receiver to trace one of sender’s scars

[ DISCOVER ] for sender to see receiver’s scars for the first time

[ DISCOVERED ] for receiver to see sender’s scars for the first time

[ CARESS ] for sender to kiss one of receiver’s scars

[ CARESSED ] for receiver to kiss one of sender’s scars

[ SHOW ] for sender to purposefully reveal their scars for receiver to see

[ SHOWN ] for receiver to purposefully reveal their scars for sender to see

SCENARIOS

[ MEND ] for sender to treat receiver’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ MENDED ] for receiver to treat sender’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ BLUNDER ] for sender to walk in on receiver in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time

[ BLUNDERED ] for receiver to walk in on sender in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time

[ KISS ] our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals sender’s scars to receiver

[ KISSED ] our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals receiver’s scars to sender

[ BATHE ] our muses take a shower together and sender looks over receiver’s scars

[ BATHED ] our muses take a shower together and receiver looks over sender’s scars.

WORDS

❝ your scars are nothing to be ashamed of. ❞

❝ why do you hide your scars? ❞

❝ i see every mark as something to be proud of, proof of all i survived. ❞

❝ can i ask what happened here— how did you get this one? ❞

❝ sometimes i get these phantom pains i guess you could say. little aches and i find them oddly comforting. because my soul still hurts even if my body is healed. ❞

❝ i wish i could get rid of my scars. they’re just reminders of everything i want to forget. ❞

❝ is it alright if i touch this scar? ❞

❝ it’s okay— you can touch it if you want. doesn’t hurt anymore. ❞

❝ please don’t touch it. ❞

❝ you don’t have to tell me how you got it. i just wanted to see. ❞

❝ looks worse than it was. ❞

❝ i want to kill every person responsible for leaving you scarred. ❞

❝ i made sure the people who left marks on me wouldn’t get the chance to do it again. ❞

❝ woah— what the hell happened there? ❞

❝ you don’t have to hide them around me. the scars are just part of who you are. and i like all of what i see. ❞

❝ i don’t really like letting people see them. ❞

❝ it’s okay— honestly i forget they’re there most of the time. ❞

#{memes}

to be quite honest I personally don’t celebrate christmas and neither does aeira really but..... like this post for a mistletoe kiss from aeira

#this can go many ways #it can be a cute cop out or it can be legit or it can be a revelation of legit!!#pls just kiss my girl ok #{first things first i'm the weirdest ~ ooc}

rpmemes-galore

send me ‘ honeymoon period ‘ for me to write a starter of our muses being fluffy, sweet, and in love. send me ‘ honeymoon’s over ‘ for me to write a starter of our muses having a terrible fight, be it over something big or small…

#{memes}#this is also a perfect time to come bug me about shipping #i promise you i probably already ship it

rpmemes-galore

aches and pains … sentence starters

tw for chronic illness / chronic pain and body dysmorphia

“Shit, it hurts!”

“I’m used to it hurting.”

“It’s nothing. It just hurts, again.”

“I just can’t ever get comfortable.”

“My whole body just feels… wrong.”

“No, it’s normal pain. I’m used to it.”

“I wish these scars would just go away…”

“It hurts too much to stand up, I need to sit.”

“I’m tired of feeling off all the time, that’s all.”

“I think I need a hot shower and some painkillers.”

“It doesn’t even feel like this body is… me, anymore.”

“God, I wish I could be healthy for one day. Just one.”

“No, it doesn’t really hurt today. It’s just uncomfortable.”

It’s a bad day, again. I might need some help getting up.”

“It just feels like there’s something in me that’s not… me.”

“I don’t even remember what it’s like to get a good night’s sleep.”

“What’s it like waking up and NOT always hurting? Must be nice.”

“Man, if I hurt this much already, it’s really gonna suck to get older.”

“I need a hand up. If I start crying, don’t stop, it’s manageable pain.”

“I’m only (age)! I shouldn’t have the aches of a 90 year old woman.”

“I feel like a burden. I wish I was healthy so no one has to look after me.”

“This doesn’t even feel like a body, anymore. It’s just a big ball of pain and ick.”

“It feels like my body’s never… right. Like there’s always something wrong with it.”

“I don’t want to stay in bed, ‘cause my brain’ll tell me I’m lazy. But, it hurts too much to stand up today.”

“I don’t want to have to ask for help. I wish I could just do these things by myself, but my body won’t let me.”

#yes send these let aeira take care of you but ALSO #REBLOG THIS SO AEIRA CAN SEND THEM TO YOUR MUSE TOO #{memes}

rpmemes-galore

q’s for muses who deal with chronic pain

How often do they have ‘bad’ days?

What helps the most with their pain?

Does the weather affect their level of pain?

What does their typical ‘good’ day look like?

Where is their pain ( or the majority of it ) located?

Do they feel the need to hide when they’re in pain?

How does their physical pain affect their mental state?

How do they feel about / view cancelling plans due to pain?

Do they tend to listen to their limits, or do they push themselves?

How much pain can they deal with before it gets to be too much?

What caused their pain? Illness, injury? Do they know what caused it?

Do the people around them tend to understand / sympathize with their pain, or brush them off?

#{memes}#EYES EMOJI

posting this here cause it’s the rp blog i opened first -

i have all the spotify meme songs picked and noted down so i can contemplate the best way to inflict them on yall

please send more. C:

#{first things first i'm the weirdest ~ ooc}#pls pls pls send more this is my favorite way to write

candyflossmemes

spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

#{memes}#y e s #and yeah this is going on all the blogs

aubrey-plaza

spotify wrapped is out and everybody is always posting their top 5 songs….. let’s see some love for number 6 that didn’t make the cut. rb and add your number 6

#in a surprise turn of events #Levitating by Dua Lipa #{first things first i'm the weirdest ~ ooc}

psa : if your muse is even slightly traumatized or going through something, there's at least three versions of aeira wanting to aggressively mother them. ages do not matter, if you're in need aeira will be your mom friend

#{first things first i'm the weirdest ~ ooc}#This is just a fact ok #{about}#Still on mobile for a bit but I'll be around a little later #Also #Alternate universes somehow crossing over with her mainverse is arguably one of my favorite things ever #Just saying

rawrmeansmemes

Send ‘please don’t be in love with someone else’ to see my muses reaction.

#{memes}#eyes emoji

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

─ 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬.

you are a white rook. as a piece that can move inwards and outwards, you're a master of self-reflection. you know what needs to be done and when to do it. you're a protector, and would willingly take someone's place in danger in a heartbeat because you know you can handle the pressure. but even castle walls crumble. for all your chivalry and fortitude, everything must come to an end. will you be there to see the final stages of the war? or will you have already been discarded in the battle?

tagged by: stole it tagging: you!!!!

#{tagged}#HECK!!!!!

invademyinbox

Anonymously tell my muse something you'd never say to their face.

#{memes}

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