I am BRAVE I am BRUISED I am WHO I’M MEANT TO BE THIS IS ME
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I am BRAVE I am BRUISED I am WHO I’M MEANT TO BE THIS IS ME
[Rules/About/Verses/Mun]
A STRANGELY TAUNTING PROPOSITION TO KNOW WHAT PEOPLE CANNOT KNOW HERE EVERY MEMBER IS SEVERED FROM DOWN B E L O W NOW AND FOREVER, TOGETHER, BUT NEVER H O M E
[ Home / Rules / Verses ] (song credit)
Reblog this if you’re an LGBT+ mun.
Me: I have too many blogs already. Me: The LAST thing I need is another muse. New OC idea: …… Me: …….. New OC idea: …… Me *looking up fc’s*: o h n o
Send “✘” for your muse to run their fingers along mine’s scars!
It is perfectly acceptable to just write a starter for me at any time.
* interview the muse
‘ do you miss anyone? ’
‘ how are you doing? ’
‘ do you believe in ghosts? ’
‘ what makes you laugh? ’
‘ list your top three bands or singers. ’
‘ how many blankets do you sleep with? ’
‘ does your name hold any special meaning to you? ’
‘ gum, cake, pie or ice cream? ’
‘ favorite book? ’
‘ are you a good person? ’
‘ describe love. ’
‘ have you ever taken part in an uprising? ‘
‘ favorite song? ’
‘ name a guilty pleasure. ’
‘ the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you today? ’
‘ tell me one truth and one lie. ’
‘ do you like people? ’
‘ what motivates you? ’
‘ describe the perfect weekend. ’
‘ any pet peeves? ’
‘ do you need a hug? ’
‘ would you like to have kids? ’
‘ do you have any tattoos? ’
‘ classical, oldies, punk, hip hop or country? ’
‘ when was the last time you cried? ’
‘ are you religious? ’
* sleep starters
‘ did you get any sleep last night? ’
‘ you need rest. ’
‘ you talk in your sleep. ’
‘ it’s four in the morning. why are you still up? ’
‘ i’ll be right here when you wake up. ’
‘ every time i close my eyes, i see it. over and over again. ’
‘ wake up! it’s only a dream! ’
‘ i have tea. will that help you sleep? ’
‘ i’m so tired… but i have to stay awake. ’
‘ it was just a dream? ’
‘ you need a nap. ’
‘ time for bed. no ifs, ands, or buts. ’
‘ it was just a dream. ’
‘ don’t worry. i’ll keep the monsters away tonight. ’
‘ if you don’t get some sleep soon, you’ll make yourself sick. ’
‘ you haven’t slept in days. do you want to talk about it? ’
‘ i had a bad dream. is it okay if i sleep in here? ’
‘ i’ll go to bed when i’m ready, so fuck off. ’
‘ i’m. not. sleepy. ’
‘ you’ll feel better after a good night’s sleep. ’
‘ could you stay with me – just until i fall asleep? ’
‘ there’s no one else here. it was all a bad dream. ’
‘ you’re spilling milk all over the table. ’
‘ c’mon, lazybones. you’ve slept enough. ’
Send me “✒ + a headcanon “ and I’ll tell you if I approve it or not
it feels like I’m a lone survivor, forgotten in a DARK and DEADLY world and on my own, I walk alone to see the SUN again, I’d give a n y t h i n g but, life demands a final chapter a [ story ] that we all must leave behind it’s DO or DIE, and this is mine the ANTHEM of a bird with a b r o k e n w i n g
“I’m here- I’m here, now” ( Taako )
My muse had been kidnapped and tortured for the past week send “I’m here- I’m here, now” for your muse to save them
“….Lulu-?” Taako’s voice was barely there. He hadn’t spoken in days - at least, not properly. He’d made sound, sure - as much as pained cries could count towards that front. Speaking HURT now, due to that. The week had been hell, a constant overflow of pain, his captors finding new, creative ways to hurt him each time. He wanted it to stop, wanted to go home, to have the others find him; Fuck, he’d even be grateful for the Hunger to show up at this point, since it would mean the cycle was over and he wouldn’t be in agony anymore.
Instinctively, he had flinched when someone new entered, shying away from any physical contact even after his bindings were cut. Sure, he knew he was being saved, but he’d been hurt so much, he had no way of knowing whether or not new contact would hurt, every interaction being one that put him through more and more horrible things. He couldn’t take anymore, he didn’t even have the energy to hide how hurt and scared he was. Taako whined, curling up to look as small as he could, to make himself a tinier target, one that would be harder to hurt if something did attack him.
Even that movement hurt. He hated it, hated how the only thing he could feel was pain and fear, how each breath felt like he was being stabbed in a dozen different places all at once. “’re you real…?” It felt awful to question that. He knew his sister. He knew everything about her, the warmth she seemed to radiate all the time was so achingly familiar, that he knew it HAD to be her. But at the same time, he had to make sure. “How do I know it’s really you….?”
( I’m on a hunt for icons rn, but while I’m at it, here’s another TAZ STARTER CALL, because I’m an idiot and got myself in a Mood again, you can like this post for a random muse or reply to it if you want a specific one, while I mess with the old asks I have to answer! )
Send me 🚫 to encounter my Muse during a violent meltdown!
rppanda:
Anti-honesty hour. Ask me anything and I will respond with blatant lies.
This actually sounds hilarious
Omg pls ask
This might be the best ask meme yet.
Found it.
PLEASE, REBLOG THIS IF YOU’RE AN INDIE RPER WITH A LGBT MUSE.
( Tumblr. Tumblr please. Stop being a bad website. I know this is a pointless request, but please. )
🌈 ( NIKO @ ANY ONESHOT MUSE )
“Is that the sun?” Amber eyes flicked over the tiny kitten, and the lightbulb they were curled up around. He didn’t know what to expect from the Messiah – some mysterious, magical saviour, maybe; but not a child, and certainly not an INFANT. It was impossible. Something had to have gone wrong–maybe the prophecy had made a mistake, or was meant to be fulfilled later. Either way, Calamus couldn’t stand by and watch a child so young be so alone. He’d been taking care of Alula for long enough, so one little kitten wouldn’t be too much trouble, right?
The Avian stepped closer, crouching next to the tiny Messiah, if only to make sure they weren’t scared of him or anything. “I don’t think you can understand me, but…” A pause, talons digging into the dying grass of the Glen nervously, “Want me to take you back home with me? Stay with my little sister and I for a little while?” Feathered arms moved in an offer to let the kit investigate, come close enough for him to pick them up. It was an attempt, at the very least. That was what mattered.