i'd have never thought . . .

the color red would make me so s i c k.

[svgira]

"Averting her intense visionaries" just say eyes lmfao the word visionaries doesn't mean eyes

here’s how i see it: if you know what i mean, then why does it matter? there’s not a whole lot of alternatives to describe eyes, and besides, if i was looking to be 100 percent grammatically correct, my writing would NOT look how it does.

also,,, it’s kinda repetitive and ugly if you just use ‘eyes’ over and over again, or ‘sights’– i don’t like using the same word more than two times in one post. when prosing, you have to get creative.

i’m not writing to impress people, i’m writing for fun. this is not school, this is tumblr– please remember that i write to whatever sounds okay in my head.

i figure as long as someone knows what i mean, then it’s fine– if they don’t, then i can work with them to remedy the confusion and avoid it in the future.

[svgira]

ooc // tbd.

slowly but surely getting back into the swing of things, gonna be slow this week since ive got stuff to do and birthdays to celebrate.

[svgira]

blood and iron ►

   @svgira  .  starter call !

‘  i don’t trust anyone.  ‘ 

the sudden realization of the situation she remained stagnant in, was enough to unsettle her to the core. this alone was what she killed the living for-- the zeds were nothing compared to the cruelty that could bloom from within p e o p l e.

‘ i can’t imagine why. ‘ a twinge of sarcasm was laced between her words.

[svgira]

Negan is here to sneak up behind Sagira and poke her sides, then pretend that he didn’t do anything. Clearly, he’s a master of sneaking. | Negan why do you do this to the people you love |

the sudden pressure thrown into her ribs caused the girl to jump, followed by a sensation of annoyance. no one was allowed to touch her, not really-- but by the time she’d sighed and passed a fiery glare back to the individual responsible, she couldn’t help but allow the edges of her lips to quirk upwards in a smirk.

‘ honestly, if you want my attention you could just ask. ‘ knitting her brows at their centers, she leaned back against his chest and rested her two hands on his own-- which were still pushed roughly into her sides.

‘ or you could be normal, and give me a hug. ‘

@recklessxndrelentless

[svgira]

spider nerd ►

“Twenty one years old and I still don’t know how to interact with people I find attractive!”

‘ you don’t have to say much, anyone in their right minds would find you cute as a button. ‘

[svgira]

bats and zeds ►

@svgira

There were very few people that Negan would allow to walk into his room without knocking or calling ahead first. Sagira had become one of those people, though Negan found himself wishing it wasn’t always that way— because this time, she’d done it while he was changing shirts.

He froze once he heard her step into the room, his discarded shirt held far too tightly in his clenched fist and his head ducked down, almost as if he were… ashamed of what Sagira was seeing.

His back was littered with scars. Some were straight, some diagonal, some curved. All of them were the same width, but different lengths, having been made by the same tool, but at different times. The only thing on his back that wasn’t a scar was a name— “Lucille”, written in fancy cursive on an unmarred patch of skin on his right shoulder.

He was silent for once— the last person to see his scars was, indeed, Lucille, but she was dead. And Negan didn’t know if his scars would make Sagira think less of him or not.

she was hurt. one of negan’s guys had made an attempt to smack her ass, and she was sure to turn around and give him the what for. in spite of her successful retaliation, the guy had landed a wicked right hook into her jaw. petal soft lip was busted from the impact, red liquid trickling down her chin in a skinny thread.

sagira had made way for the alpha’s quarters, pressing her palm into the broadside of the door-- nails scraped against the peeling paint of the wood and once it was ajar she glanced up from the ground.

‘ hey boss, i just wanted to let you know-- ‘ words became choked in her throat, as if she’d lost any ability to find the proper sentence she’d been hoping to string together. mouth remained apart for a moment, taking in the scene in front of her caught her train of thought in a bind. the man’s back was littered in so many abrasions. risen tender flesh that was strewn across every inch of his back, each one more violent looking than the last.

what was there to say? she suffocated on the silence, and the realization of what she’d just walked in on began to sink in. it left a [bitter] taste on her tongue. and it was safe to say, it wasn’t the iron of her blood.

instinctively, the girl inched closer-- lifting a hand to run her delicate fingertips along one of the bigger scars-- tracing the outline of what must’ve been made by a [damn] leather belt. inhaling sharply, she pressed her tongue to the back of her teeth and winced before speaking.

‘ h-how did this happen? i shouldn’t have come in without-- ‘ halting in her fumbling inquiry, ari covered her mouth with one hand whilst the other remained tenderly placed on his lower back. ‘ negan . . . ‘

[svgira]

👀 // grab my muse’s jaw & direct their gaze towards yours .

aggression glossing over her eyes was enough to tell how frustrated she was with the man that clutched her lower jaw so dominantly. blonde hair tossed in the wind and even as she rolled her molars against one another and let her visionaries glare up at him, a sensation of submission washed over the huntress.

‘ mm. ‘ reaching a hand up, sagira dug her nails into the leather of his chest– biting her lower lip which was still bloody from the altercation earlier. ‘ whatever you want, big guy. ‘ ari was often one to protest and challenge anyone who dared to lay hands on her, but when it came to [negan] she became so, willing to take anything he’d give her. he was disarming and that made him important to keep content.

if someone threatened him, they’d die.

if she made him angry, it’d twist her guts like a constrictor around a man’s throat.

he went from being someone she couldn’t care less about, to someone she hated to love.

the rough treatment, it never got old for her. it gave her a rush, adrenaline firing on all cylinders– she had become dependent on feeling his abrasive grip.

‘ you know i’d do anything to keep you happy. just say the words. ‘

@vcmpbat // from x. | accepting

[svgira]

killer instincts ►

      ▸       𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙄𝘿𝙉'𝙏 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙒𝙊𝙈𝘼𝙉, 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙔,       but he felt her pain and anguish in waves. peter knew that tone, recognized the kind of hurt that was deeply embedded into her like a thorn. perhaps not to the degree she expressed it in but it still hit close to home. there was still hope to anchor her if she was willing to talk. ❝ you know, i’m—- i’m sure he is, but that doesn’t mean you have to do it. ❞ he attempted to reason with her. judging between the two, peter released the man behind him and allowed him to escape while he held onto her wrist. maybe that wasn’t his choice to make. he wouldn’t have had it any other way, though, seeing as his priority was to save her. he had met the worst villains imaginable; psychopaths that held no remorse for the heinous things they had done nor any conscience, and she wasn’t like them. this was just a girl who was deeply hurt the same way peter had struggled to forgive his uncle’s murderer.

❝ i’m trying to help you, ❞ he said, releasing her only after the criminal was long gone. ❝ i—i’m sorry, but you looked like you needed the help more than he does. ❞ peter raised his hands at chest level, palms turned towards her in a gesture of surrender in case she’d turn on him to vent her anger.      

to say she was in threads was an understatement-- and by the time her target had run off the fire within her chest [flickered out]. he let the man go and proceeded to turn up his arms as though he was the anticipated victim of an oncoming aggro. and as much as sagira wanted so badly to turn tail and sprint after the thug, or even verbally assault the young man before her-- all she could do is run a free set of fingers through her hair and breathe past quivering lips.

‘ w- why would you do that? ‘ her voice cracked, pipes tensing as she held back an assembly of tears that reflected frustration and melancholy. looking down at her hands, sagira clenched her fists and watched the way her wrists shook. ‘ he was supposed to die. ‘ quickly did her visionaries begin to glow once more, only to fade out shortly thereafter. ‘ he- he hurt . . . ‘

choking on her own articulation of words, the girl bit down upon her bottom lip in defeat. a veil of numbness began to saturate her senses, and she stared at the stranger in front of her through blurred sights.

‘ who are you? ‘

[svgira]

killer instincts ►

       ▸       𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙈𝙀 𝘿𝙄𝘿𝙉'𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙄𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙋𝙀𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙊 𝙋𝙐𝙏 𝙊𝙉       his suit. he had come to accept that spider-man couldn’t be there to stop each and every villain of new york. that sort of work ethic was impossible. but whenever peter felt like he could step in, or if life offered him an opportunity on a plate, he took it without hesitation. he was on his way home, taking his usual route by subway since he had left his suit under the bed, when he heard the distressed call of a man. it didn’t take long for him to navigate himself to the scene, and at first he was confused, but his adrenaline kicked in quickly enough for him to put himself between the perpetrator and the victim. a second too late and he was sure the spot would have been a murder scene. with the wailing man behind him, he stuck his hand towards the woman, stopping her advances. ❝ hey, hey! ❞ he shouted. he didn’t know what was going on, and in retrospect his involvement may have been ill-advised. with a grip strong as metal cuffs around the man’s wrist behind him, he took the brief pause in that moment of tension to apprehend the woman. ❝ you don’t, you don’t have to do this—– it’s not worth it. ❞    /     @svgira

eyes radiated with an acidic green glow, spliced pupils as thin as paper even in the presence of the street lights. her arm was suddenly clutched, and the estranged luminosity of her irises ceased to exist as she caught a glimpse of the young man who stopped her.

where had he come from? she had secured the area as best she could-- even followed this man for over half an hour in an attempt to corner him at the most opportune point of his walk. then this tall-- guy slipped between the two of them, as if using his body as a meat shield for the son of a bitch that lurked behind him.

this wasn’t how it was supposed to go down.

her nose was bleeding profusely, knit brows upturned at their centers as a look akin to a mixed drink of anger and pain painted her features. pulling back against his hand, she attempted to back up-- gritting her teeth with animosity.

‘ he’s a scumbag who [deserves] to die. ‘ sagira hissed, through clenched jaw, blood dripping off of the end of her chin. ‘ let go of me. ‘

[sphinxmemesmusings]

nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes ♕ : Holding hands ♖ : Having their hair washed by your muse ♗ : Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap. ♘ : Cuddling in a blanket fort ♙ : Sharing a bed ♚ : Head scratches ♛ : Sharing a dessert ♜ : Shoulder rubs ♝ : Reading a book together ♞ : Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which) ♟ : Patching up a wound ♤ : Taking a bath together ♧ : Your muse playing with their hair ♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together ♢ : Forehead or cheek kisses ♠ : Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc. ♣ : Back scratches ♥ : Your muse crying about something ♦ : Slow dancing

[svgira]

ebony angel ►

Oh, a gun. Blake hadn’t expected that and it put a whole other danger to the situation than he had planned for. It was easy to dodge melee weapons when you could fly, ranged ones were a little trickier. The woman looked more than ready to use the weapon as well; unstable almost, he’d call it.

Raising his hands slowly, his wings unfolded as well. His expression remained calm, almost dismissive about the whole situation. Yes, he was concerned but he had long learned that showing concern was a weakness. 

“Is this how you greet strangers? Threatening them? Gods, this world is more disturbed than I thought,” he lowered his voice at the last bit, giving the surrounding area another disregardful look. She had already decided he wasn’t off this world and she wasn’t wrong. So trying to convince her otherwise would be a waste of breath. 

“Since I’m not of this world, I can assure you I have no interest in your affairs. Not here to aid or to hinder you.” 

The moment he’d chosen to part his lips, she’d felt her muscles tense in their entirety. Growing uneasy, the dame was prepared to pull the trigger but once dulcet and baritone lyrics were articulated in her direction, Sagira opted to pause and lower her weapon some.

‘ . . . ‘ At a loss for words, she quirked a brow and tilted her head delicately to one side. Wings? How was it remotely possible for a man to sprout the plumage of a bird, and ebony as a [raven]? But not alike to the plague-bringers that echoed their caws around the massive city-- rather, what she imagined a divine bird would appear as. Inhaling sharply, the gun was holstered, vivid malachite irises tracing his figure before she sniffled some. ‘ You are the first sane . . . Man that has graced these streets since the scourge. ‘

Averting her intense visionaries, she clutched her side in agony and hissed through clenched teeth. The blade in her hand was gripped tightly in response to the pain, only to release her wound and extract another vial-- only this one was empty.

She was all out of blood.

‘ All strangers I’ve encountered thus far have made an effort to kill me. You’ll have to forgive my paranoia. ‘ In spite of her cool demeanor, her free hand shook from un-mended fractures that lined the tiny bones in her fingers and wrist. ‘ I’ve seen a lot of horrid creatures in this world, but you? You’re not a beast. All angels are false masks used by the great-ones to guide the minds of men, thus you aren’t one of them. So what are you? ‘

[aecervus-archive-deactivated202]

partially based on things i’ve said.  heavily based on mental illness, esp depression. contains a bunch of soft interactions relating to and about helping and communicating about it.

❝  Please  don’t  talk  to  me  like  that .  ❞   ❝  I  know  it  may  sound  dumb,  but  are  we  okay   ??   ❞   ❝  Could  you  make  me  some  [food  item]   ??   It  makes  me  feel  better .   ❞ ❝  Can  we  go  on  a  little  walk   ??  ❞   ❝  I’m  sorry  for  being  away  for  a  while .  ❞ ❝  Please  just  tell  me  you  still  love  me .  ❞   ❝  I’m  down,  I  need  cuddles .  ❞   ❝  I  bought  it  the  other  day .  It’s  dumb  but  it  makes  me  feel  nice .  ❞   ❝  I  just  cleaned  my  entire  room   !!  ❞   ❝  I  decided  to  make  some  [food  item],  I  even  got  my  [parent]’s  recipe .  ❞   ❝  I’m  sorry,  I  only  now  got  the  energy  to  reply .  ❞   ❝  I’m  trying  out  [pronouns/name]  from  now  on .  ❞   ❝  Are  you  busy   ??   Can  we  talk  for  a  while   ??  ❞   ❝  Could  you  brush  my  hair/paint  my  nails   ??  ❞   ❝  When  you  do  [thing]  it  makes  me  sad/anxious .  ❞   ❝  Do  you  think  I’m  pretty   ??  ❞   ❝  I  think  a  pet  would  be  good  for  me .  ❞ ❝  You  don’t  think  I’m  a  burden  do  you   ??  ❞       ❝  There’s  nothing  wrong  with  me  being  sad  sometimes.  ❞ ❝  Today  I’m  not  doing  anything  big,  I  need  a  soft  day.  ❞ ❝  Let’s  watch  [show]  together,  please.  ❞ ❝  No  grimdark  things  today.  ❞ ❝  I  could  use  a  little  bit  of  attention,  if  you’re  not  busy.  ❞ ❝  Please  stop  making  loud  sounds.  ❞ ❝  I  didn’t  do  anything  wrong,  did  I   ??  ❞ ❝  Don’t  touch  me  please.  ❞

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

protective sentence starters

as requested. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”

“Hands off!”

“What do you think you’re doing to him/her/them?”

“I’ll never let you go.” / “Don’t ever let me go.”

“Don’t ever leave my sight again.”

“I got your back.”

“Where are you going? It’s not safe out there!”

“Do you trust me?”

“Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.”

“Hey, it’s cold outside. At least wear a jacket.”

“I’d die for you.”

“You’ll back off if you know what’s good for you.”

“Get behind me NOW.”

“Here, I have an extra weapon.”

“Duck, you idiot!”

“Go on without me.”

“Well what did you expect would happen while you’re walking alone at night? Come on, let’s get you away from that creep.”

“Hey. Pal. I’ve got a gun/knife/fist/weapon and I’m not afraid to use it.”

“You can stop hugging me now.”

“You scared the shit out of me. I’m never going to stop hugging you.”

“Quit babying me! I can protect myself.”

“I’ll always be there to save you.” / “I know you’ll always be there to save me.”

“If you even THINK about touching him/her/them, I’ll kill you.”

“[choked up] I thought I lost you.” / “[choked up] I never thought I’d see you again.”

[svgira]

Why do you not use capitalizations? You write well, but that makes it very difficult to read. :(

tl;dr > It’s because I’m lazy. But I am more than happy to cater to my writing partner if they’d prefer I do capitalize.

To be honest, it’s probably because I’m lazy. If an rp partner really has that much trouble reading it when I don’t capitalize, I’d be happy to change it up for them and the thread I have with them.

I kinda make it a priority to cater to my writing partners, and I am very adamant about people being upfront with me. ,’:y

I don’t like it when people don’t tell me things I could do to improve their experience, because it means I’m left to sit here and wonder why they suddenly decided to stop rping with me, or why they stopped talking to me.

As scary as confrontation is, there’s nothing I value more than an honest approach when someone has an issue with what I do or how I do it.

Like trust me, I hate confrontation, a lot– but it’s important when trying to keep friendships in tact and interactions in tact.

I can appreciate your question, and I hope in the future if we write together you feel comfortable enough to come off of anon and ask me to capitalize my writing for you! :>

Thank you for the question though, and again, I really appreciate you asking it so now other people who might’ve been wondering the same thing have an answer. ^^

[svgira]

ebony angel ►

@svgira

This world didn’t seem to hold much interest to any god at first sight, until Blake had realized that something certainly had the city in its iron grip. A plague had struck and then everything had gone to hell. That’s about as much as he knew about this world; not even Odin knew much about it. At least there were plenty of ravens to go around; pecking at the many corpses scattered across the city. 

He didn’t even bother to hide his wings here, it seemed pointless when most people were either insane or a hunter like himself. Even if they weren’t hunting quite the same thing. 

“What a quint little place,” the Raven muttered to himself, as he jumped down from the roof; his wings unfolding at the right moment to cushion his fall. He rolled his right shoulder as the wings tucked themselves to his back again; using his boot to casually prod at one of the newly fallen beasts on the cobblestone. There was clearly a Hunter around here.

she was covered in blood, saturated in that color that made her belly churn with unease. there was no escaping it, she drank it, [breathed] it, lived it. her sight had become soaked in the color-- a soul stirring vermilion that pecked away at her psyche like a three week old cadaver.

the conditional immortality, was it worth the agony it reaped? no.

to experience death after death, to feel your guts ripped from your abdomen or your throat being slit, over and over again. there was no reward that warranted a price so steep.

had she gone MAD? even she wasn’t sure, no matter how much she considered her options, there was no way out. her skill wasn’t diminished in the slightest, in spite of these horrid images that plagued the very matter of her mind. yharnam was home, but home had taken refuge in her heart and shredded it to pieces.

leaving a broken but DEADLY young woman behind.

sagira had only indulged the weight of her eyelids for a moment, but remained ever vigilant even as her visionaries were shielded by that thin veil of flesh. lashes fluttered and sights flickered to life as she glanced around the graveyard cautiously. something was close, and it wasn’t normal for this realm. something exotic that she’d never encountered before, being able to peg this incoming creature because they didn’t smell of iron and shit.

it drew closer, and by the time it’d come into sight, yuvaine already placed it’s silhouette between the steel sights of her gun.

‘ i don’t know [who] or what you are, but you are not of this world. keep your distance. ‘

[bextaylors]

SHIPPY SENTENCE STARTERS.   feel free to change pronouns   /   change the sentence(s) to your liking.  for multi-muses,  specify who you’re sending the meme(s) to  /  who you’re sending the meme(s) from.

❛  did you ever love me?  ❜ ❛  do you ever miss when we were just friends?  ❜ ❛  don’t you dare think that there is anything,  past or present,  that i would put in front of you.  ❜ ❛  everything i have ever done was for you.  ❜ ❛  i am hopelessly,  irretrievably in love with her.  ❜ ❛  i care about your feelings more than mine.  ❜ ❛  i feel i’ve loved you forever.  ❜ ❛  i guess if i love you…  i should let you move on.  ❜ ❛  i know that somewhere inside that cold,  lifeless exterior there’s an actual human soul.  ❜ ❛  i know that you love me…  but you aren’t in love with me.  ❜ ❛  i look at you and i…  i’m home.  ❜ ❛  i love you in every way that i can.  ❜ ❛  i love you more than i’ve ever loved anybody.  ❜ ❛  i love you.  i will love you forever.  ❜ ❛  i miss the future i might have had with you.  ❜ ❛  i never stopped loving you.  ❜ ❛  i remember thinking that i had to have you or i’d die.  ❜ ❛  i would never let anybody or anything hurt you.  ❜ ❛  if you love someone,  you tell them.  ❜ ❛  if you stay,  i promise there’s no safer place in the world than right here with me.  ❜ ❛  if you want to go…  i want you to know that it’s okay.  ❜ ❛  it’s simple.  her or me.  ❜ ❛  i’ll miss you with every beat of my heart.  ❜ ❛  i’m in love with her,  ok?  ❜ ❛  i’m in love with you.  ❜ ❛  i’ve loved you since the first time i laid eyes on you.  ❜ ❛  i’ve loved you since we were kids.  ❜ ❛  listen to me…  i’m in love with you.  ❜ ❛  no one’s ever stuck with me for so long before.  ❜ ❛  she was…  the love of my life.  ❜ ❛  thank you for loving me.  ❜ ❛  we look out for each other.  that’s what we do.  ❜ ❛  we’re going to have to work at this everyday but i want to do that because i want you.  ❜ ❛  you always make me feel better.  ❜ ❛  you and i?  we’re messy,  and we’re complicated,  but we’re real.  ❜ ❛  you are everything i never knew i wanted.  ❜ ❛  you are the person i was meant to spend the rest of my life with.  ❜ ❛  you can’t just kiss me and think you’re gonna make it all go away.  ❜ ❛  you’re in love with me.  i know you’re in love with me.  ❜ ❛  you’re like a beacon of light guiding me through the darkness.  ❜ ❛  you’re my hero.  you know that,  right?  ❜ ❛  you’re the lightest thing that ever came into my life.  ❜ ❛  you’re the one that ran the moment things got a little rough.  ❜ ❛  you’re the only thing i ever cared about.  ❜

[starlitmemes]

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World Views/Experiences †: Did they come from a religious family/culture? ☩: Do they practice any sort of religion? If so, is it the same as their family’s? 📿: Have they ever had a supernatural experience? 💣: Did they ever get caught in a situation because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time? ✨: What motivates them? Is it a deep rooted passion/motivation, or is it something they struggle with from time to time? 💊: Have they ever dabbled in drugs? If so, what kinds? ☣: Have they ever been severely ill? If so, did it leave an effect on their overall health in the long run? 💉: Do they suffer from any sort of chronic illness or bodily fragility? ✪: Have they ever let a rare opportunity slip them by?

Locations 🔅: What’s a place that holds special meaning to them? Why? 💧: Are there any places they avoid? If so, why? 🔥: What’s a place that left them motivated in some fashion? 💋: Where did they have their first kiss? Do they remember who it was with? 🌟: Do they have any places they want to go before they die? For what reasons do they want to go there? 🌙: Where is the most unusual place they’ve fallen asleep at?

People ✘: Who do they detest the most? Do they typically avoid this person or antagonize them? 👊: Have they ever been involved in a physical fight? 💞: What was their first love like? 💔: Have they ever had their heart broken? If so, why or how did it happen? 💍: Have they ever been engaged before? What broke it off if so? 💛: Have they have sex? If not, are there any personal reasons why?