soft metaphors.

and yet here you are             living despite it all   Indie multi-oc blog written by shadow

[guardianofimaginationdawn]

Daughtry Sentence Meme

“You’re not crazy for leaving, just crazy for staying so long.”

“And Just like that, I’m crawling back to you, just like you said I would.”

“For you I’ll fight.”

“This Love is killing me, but you’re the only one.”

“I tried to forget you, but I can’t get you outta my head.”

“All that I’m after is a life full of laughter, as long as I’m laughing with you.”

“So typical of you to walk away, as your perfect little world is burning down.”

“I must of been high to say you and I weren’t meant to be; I’m just wasting my time.”

“And when you fall apart, am I the reason for your endless sorrow?”

“Not a day goes by, where I don’t think of you.”

“I don’t want to see the day we’ve said we’ve had enough.”

“I could fight you till the end, but I would lose you if I win.”

“You’re the part of me that’s keeping me alive.”

“If I could see the future and how this plays out, I bet it’s better than where we are now.”

“It’s no surprise I won’t be here tomorrow; I can’t believe that I stayed ‘till today.”

“Let’s start over, and I’ll try to do it right this time around.”

“My life with you means everything, so I won’t give up that easily.”

“The day I thought I’d never get through, I got over you.”

[shxislove-blog]

Michael Jackson Sentence Starters

“Heaven can wait.”

“I don’t want nobody else to hold you.”

“That’s a chance I’ll take.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“You’re wonderful.”

“I love you so.”

“I don’t know what I’d do if I can’t be with you.”

“Can’t leave without my baby.”

“Can’t stand to see nobody kissing or touching you.”

“It was blood on the dance floor.”

“She’s got your number.”

“She knows your game.”

“Since you seduced her; how does it feel? To know that woman is out to kill?”

“She seemed sincere like it was love and true romance.”

“Now she’s out to get me.”

“The girl was dangerous.”

“She left me standing alone.”

“You can call me honey, but you’re no damn good for me!”

“And I loved it, ‘cause it’s dangerous.”

“She always takes it with a heart of stone.”

“I’ve spent a lifetime looking for someone.”

“Love is a feeling.”

“You always knew just how to make me cry.”

“It seems you get your kicks from hurting me.”

“Don’t try to understand me.”

“Give into me.”

“There’s something about you, baby; that makes me want to give it to you.”

“Dare me?”

“She’s driving me wild.”

“I want to know her better.”

“Do you remember how we fell in love?”

“We were young and innocent then.”

“It seemed like heaven, so why did it end?”

“And the reason why she left was cause she found somebody else.”

“Who is it?”

“I can’t take it, cause I’m lonely!”

“I am the damned.”

“This isn’t justice.”

“How does it feel?”

“You are disgusting me.”

“You’ll never break me; cause I’m unbreakable.”

“If there’s somebody else, he can’t love you like me.”

“It’s the way that I love you; let me show you I’m your man 'till the break of dawn.”

“You took away the fear; and you brought me back to the light.”

“You’re my daytime, my nighttime, my world– You are my life.”

“You gave me strength when I wasn’t strong.”

“You gave me hope when all hope was lost.”

“Tell me what I have to do so you’ll stay.”

“If you go, I won’t forget you.”

“Please don’t go.”

“Don’t walk away.”

“Whatever happens, don’t let go of my hand.”

[shxislove-blog]

Ne-Yo Inspired Sentence Meme

[a-personifiedchaosx]

shxislove‌:

“I just wonder do you ever think of me anymore; do you?”

“Maybe this decision was a mistake.”

“I would love to talk to you in person, but I understand why that can’t be.” “Please don’t worry about me; I’m fine.”

“Trust me when I say, that I’ll be okay.”

“I can’t get you back, but I don’t want you back.”

“It won’t take long for me to move on.”

“The mistake I made is clear; we never should of been together.”

“I’m too fly to be depressed.”

“I know it makes no sense since you walked out of the door; but it’s the only way I hear your voice anymore.”

“I’m so over being blue; crying over you.”

“I’m so done with wishing you were still here.”

“I’m so sick of love songs.”

“It’s just the cutest thing when you get to fussing; yelling and throwing things– I just want to eat you up.”

“I’m sorry, but seeing you mad is so sexy.”

“That makes me wanna just take off all your clothes.”

“Every-time you scream at me; I want to kiss you.”

“When you put your hands on me; I wanna touch you.”

“I love to watch the faces that you make when we make love.”

“You make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up with just one touch.”

“I’m so addicted to you, you’re the sweetest drug.”

“Baby, you know you’re my sexy love.”

“Now we don’t talk no more; you got a new man/girl, and it shouldn’t bother me, but it’s driving me crazy.”

“I don’t think I can sit up all night think about you and know it ain’t right.”

“I don’t think I can let you go.”

“You don’t have to answer this if it’s too personal.”

“Do your thoughts of me ever become sexual?”

“What’s happening is when I’m with my girl/boy, I call your name and it just ain’t right.”

“You’ve had no example of a love that wasn’t even remotely real.”

“You should let me love you, and I will love you until you love yourself.”

“Don’t be afraid, just let me help.”

“I can see the pain behind your eyes, it’s been there for quite awhile.”

“I would like to show you what true love can really do.”

“How can you understand something that you’ve never had? If you let me, I can help you out with all of that.”

“I’ve had less than all but more than a few; and I’ve never met one like you.”

“You’re glowing makes your soul stand out from all the rest.”

“I could be in love, but I just don’t know.”

“Other girls/boys don’t matter in your presence.”

“There’s a million girls around but I don’t see no one but you.”

“Baby, you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

“You’re so one in a million.”

“You’re one of a kind and your mine.”

“You’re the best thing I never knew I needed.”

“You’re something that I’d never choose, but at the same time something I don’t wanna lose.”

“I don’t ever wanna be without you ever again.”

“Now it’s so clear; I need you here always.”

“You’re my accidental happily ever after.”

“There’s something about them.”

“There’s something about the kind of woman/man/person that wants you but don’t need you.”

“They’re fly effortlessly.”

“You/He/She’s/They’ve got her own thing, that’s why I love her/him/you/them.”

“Miss/Mister Independent; Why don’t you come and spend a little time.”

“Oh, the way you shine…”

“I look at you and it makes me proud.”

“You’re gonna steal my heart there’s no doubt about it; you’re everything I need.”

“Why don’t you just stay with me?”

“Baby, you have become my addiction.”

“What’s even worst if that we don’t even remember why we’re fighting.”

“I don’t wanna go to bed mad at you. And I don’t want you to go to bed mad at me.”

“It’s gets me upset when you’re constantly accusing.”

“What happened to working it out?”

[shadowkages]

@xkiregire​

   Sasuke pokes Kaneko’s forehead with a smile. “I missed you.”

[xkiregire]

She scrunches her nose almost dramatically, hand lifting to her forehead as red tinted her cheeks. "... I might of missed you too."

[egypt-ancient-and-modern]

Ancient Egyptian Goddess Hathor at Edfu Temple

[rpmusings-galore]

                        i survived because i had to 

                                     there was nothing    ||  B R A V E  ||    about it 

[rprespect-blog]

pls remember that even when:

you don’t get sent memes

you aren’t quite getting a lot of replies

you feel like your characterization is shit

when you feel like you don’t want to be here anymore

that i still love & care about you. i want you here. i will always want you here. your worth is not determined by the amount of asks or threads or followers you have. your worth can’t even be determined by anyone on this website. 

YOU DETERMINE YOUR WORTH. Love yourself today.  Love your blog. Love your muses. Chin up, lovely.

[xkiregire]

@cfmyriad​

      century’s grey gaze traveled off to the side, where he caught the sight of a peculiar looking girl. long, blonde hair and her eyes shone a bright pink color. she was CAPTIVATING to the fallen angel, to say the least, and he could only wonder about what kind of being she was. something tickled the crown of his head as he stared, however, perhaps indicating she wasn’t exactly just a human being with supernatural abilities, he couldn’t tell for sure, he rarely made assumptions about people. but, from further observation, she seemed perplexed by what was all around her, and it made him curious. so, he slowly approached her after rising from the public bench ( where he was resting after trying too hard to decide what gifts he should get his darling wife and children ), raising his hand in a small wave, a kind smile spreading across his lips.

      “ miss ? pardon my saying but… you seem lost, can i help with anything ? “

@xkiregire​ | century & isabelle | STARTER CALL

Perhaps this was a bad idea...

While Isabelle was endlessly curious about the world around her - even if the last few years she had been more involved, she didn’t think she’d ever fully catch up - it could get overwhelming. She’d think she had at least an idea of what the general area looked like, even if it was more vast... but...

She probably stood out like a sore thumb if anyone could see her; toying with her own hands as teeth chewed on her bottom lip; mumbling uncertainly to herself. Okay, perhaps she was more overwhelmed than she believed. A break... A break would be nice, and she would resume her excursion; starting with that little ‘hole in the wall’ - whatever that meant - art place that was hidden somewhere in town.

A small squeak escaped her lips as she caught the gesture in the corner of her eye, jumping despite herself as she looked over; brightly colored eyes widened. She froze, as though she were a deer in the... lamppost, or something like that and glanced around her. She was the only one around, so...

“Oh, um!” There was a tint of excitement in her surprise; unable to mask her happiness at the prospect of speaking to someone else; someone new. “I... I believe so... But I think i’m simply overwhelmed right now. I’m looking for this place my friend once told me about... An... Art place? In a hole?”

[venusflytrash]

[xkiregire]

myersbprd​:

“I don’t know about half.” The reply was given as a quiet hum, though John’s refutation wasn’t intended as a refusal. Taking the bandage from her, he began the careful process of wrapping it around her extended arm. He had become quite adept at such ministrations, despite the fact that he wasn’t necessarily required to be. However, the combination of John’s distaste for idleness and his desire to be helpful were strong motivators: he could create an easier situation for someone else by removing some of their discomfort or potentially barricading against the chance for infection, and he felt useful in some capacity.

He narrowed his eyes slightly in concentration as he wound the elastic with moderate tightness. It wasn’t a terrible injury, yet not the sort one acquired from a brief, accidental fall against the pavement, either. Her sudden rejoinder to his question caught the corners of his lips inching upwards. “I thought that only counted for stuff like age — my mistake.” Levity laced its way through John’s words as he reached the end of the compress. Once he was thoroughly satisfied, he reached for the roll of medical tape once more.

She was as tough as she proclaimed to be, without any yanking away of her arm or complaining to speak of. Thus, when she announced the cause of her injury ( although it gave him pause before he finished ripping off another piece of tape ), he wasn’t as surprised as he might have been. “Is asking what the fight was about considered bad etiquette, too?”

She had almost forgotten how it felt to have someone else dressing her wounds; to not have to struggle with circling the bandage over her arm like she had been only moments before. Even if Ruri was more used to taking care of herself, memories spurred of an old friend. He had nothing in common with this stranger with what she could see... but there was still something about the quick, efficient, and gentle way he fixed up her gash that unearthed the memory.

“I mean, of course it counts with age, but it counts for a lot of other things too.” Ruri straightens her back slightly, cautious to not disturb his work with a playful smile. “Ladies have their secrets after all.”

There was slight discomfort at the soft pressure on her arm, but she had felt worst. She probably didn’t look it, but she had been in her fair share of fights; from those in a school yard to those on the streets; randomly instigated by sharp words searching for trouble or even the fainest inconvenience. It didn’t take much to piss off those her own age, she realized over the years.

“Oh this thing?” A gentle lift of her arm while he paused for a moment, shrugging her other shoulder as though he had only commented on her attire. “Hmm... Maybe. But I’ll cut ya some slack since you’re being nice. Some asswipe didn’t want to keep his hand to himself, so I socked him once; a good one right in the jaw! But... his girlfriend didn’t like that much. Even though he was the one who started it.

“So we both got a little roughed up too. Nothing too big.” At least compared to some other fights she has had. Scrunching her nose, she glanced down to her bicep with a faint hum. “Although... You’re pretty good at this. Don’t tell me a guy with a nice face like yours gets into my sort of trouble too?”

[soulmemesarc]

send in " come here. " for your muse to give my muse a hug after seeing my muse either near tears or in tears following a really rough day.

( feel free to add context!! maybe a mission went wrong, or there was a fight, or they learned something devastating... )

alternatively, send in " i don't NEED-- okay. ...thanks. " for MY muse to hug your muse after seeing your muse either near tears or in tears following a really rough day.

[xkiregire]

myersbprd​:

John’s somewhat taken aback by the sudden drop in Kaneko’s spirits at the mention of Shinjuku. Truthfully, he can’t imagine that what she’s stated is the truth: ‘ it’s just like any city. ’ While such areas are bound to harbor similarities, each possesses its own culture, a divergent feel. Nowhere is precisely the same. However, he bites his tongue as opposed to countering her on the matter; whatever it may be which prompted her response, it had darkened her demeanor with a surprising rapidity, and to force a continuation of the conversation will surely do little good. Is the reply predicated on homesickness? He has no way of knowing. Instead, John simply allows a brief nod of his head.

Although he could conjure a myriad of inquiries concerning life in Shinjuku ( and Japan in general, as reading of it is hardly the same as speaking with someone who had resided there for their entire life ), it’s of far more importance to ease Kaneko’s transition to life in the United States. He had felt quite alone upon his initial arrival in Newark, and the notion of friendly faces would have mitigated that sensation of otherness. As long as she wishes for one, John will focus on that and save all remaining curiosity to be potentially satisfied at a later date.

If nothing else, at least his prior comment coaxes forth another laugh, the melancholy which had settled across her countenance lifting once more. “C’mon, just because we’ve got a special appreciation for the taste of coffee — ” He shakes his head, as if rather appalled by Kaneko’s insinuation, though the beginnings of a grin rising upon his lips undermine his guise. “Maybe if you try it here, you’ll like it better. You never know!”

With a quiet hum of consideration at her pondering over tea, John says, “If we’re talking about Japanese tea, I’m sure it’s nowhere near as good.” An Americanized version which is quite adequate when it’s all one knows of it, yet liable to be a disappointment to those who are aware of how it’s intended to be. “A lotta people here like their tea served iced, so there’s plenty of that. Black tea’s popular, and fruit, too. I’ve heard the Western varieties are different, so I’m kinda curious to hear what you think.” It will all come down to personal preference, surely, but to discover if it truly varies as much as he’s heard has piqued his interest. “What’s your favorite?” While he would normally ask after her favorite place for tea back home also, he doesn’t wish to risk conjuring an awkward atmosphere again.

As a quiet laugh leaves him upon hearing Kaneko’s comment pertaining to places to eat, John points to a small establishment a few feet away. “Right there. And if this one doesn’t cut it, at least you’ve got plenty of options to fall back on.” Humor still infusing his words, he tacks on, “But I think you’ll like it. Even though I’m more of a coffee person, I know tea pretty well, too.” Probably not half as much as she does, though she’s surely aware of that. Once they reach the threshold, he grabs the tarnished gold door handle to pull it open before ushering her in ahead of him. It doesn’t appear crowded, which John generally prefers.

“If I’m only picking one favorite place of mine, I’d probably have to say this one cafe that’s close by. The food’s really good, and they’ve got blueprints hanging on the walls of some of the older buildings in Newark — it’s cool.”

Her hot and cold mood was surely not doing her any favors, and a part of her knew that she should get a better hold on her emotions. Even if the events that led her to the new country happened too recently to truly smother under the surface with a healthy dose of willpower - or would it be considered unhealthy at that point? - there was something a little embarrassing about being so transparent. Kaneko wasn’t used to it, but she supposed that she should at least feel lucky that her control slipped in front of John compared to anyone else. ( She was still getting a feel for him, but he seemed trustworthy at the very least. )

“I suppose that may be true...” Her smile remains on her features, still colored with amusement. “I guess I’ll have to give America coffee a try. At least one time.” The reminder that there was still so much to do or see or taste here that would differ from her home distracted her somber musings with a feeling of content excitement. She would never describe herself as being picky; as long as it smelled good, she was viable to at least try. ( Or even if it didn’t smell good: not everything back home smelled as great as they tasted. ) “But if I don’t like, it’ll be fault of yours.” A playful jab, even as it rolled stiffly off her tongue.

The favoring of tea with ice makes her scrunch her nose slightly; while she has enjoyed the odd cold tea from a passing vending machine back home, she highly preferred it when it was hot. A part of her wasn’t too surprised over the minor disparity--- it was the first of what she was now expecting to be a long line of differences between her and Americans. She nods knowingly at his words, lips slightly quirking on one side. “... Those teas are starting to become most popular back home as well.” They were relatively new still when she was in Shinjuku... she wondered how long they’ve been enjoying it here?

“Favorite...” Brows furrow in a look of concentration, perhaps with more intensity than should of warranted for such a harmless question. “... Matcha.” Out of all the flavors that raced through her head, it was the flavor that she felt like she was going to miss the most. “Describing taste would be difficult, but... it’s such a refreshing type of tea.” Perhaps if the establishment had any, she would push him to taste along with her.

Eyes study the place as they get closer to it, allowing her gaze to study every inch of it’s outer decor, the sign displaying the name, and even the pinned up papers in the window. Even when they both slip inside, with her shooting him a small smile in replace to a ‘thanks’ as she walks through the open door, she takes her time to study her surroundings, although it was less because she wished to get situated with her surroundings and feel grounded. There was a lot to learn about a person from the places they liked to go to, and while he seemed willing to share anything she may have wanted to know... the unspoken still intrigued her.

“Really...?” Kaneko’s focus breaks away from the interior and the few bodies around them, glancing back to John. “It sounds--- ‘cool’. Maybe you show me one day.” As she turns away, she takes note of the register and the good sized menu displayed behind it’s workers. “... Could you tell me what board says?” While she could speak the language well enough, reading it was completely lost on her. “Or perhaps would you like to surprise me with random selection?”

[femalemuses]

hello this a rp masterlist post for indie roleplayers who have oc female muses in their blogs, if you wish to be added please put the following on the tags:

if your oc is fandom adjacent or fandomless

if fandom based, the fandom that your muse is from. if you are a multimuse blog please list all the fandoms your muses are from

whether you’re a single or a multimuse blog

thank you so much! we will update the masterlist regularly blogs who have no announced hiatus and inactivity for a month will be removed to keep information valid on the masterlist.  if you have a female canon on your blog please refer to the other masterlist post to be added to the appropiate masterlist.

[jeliyfish]

[xkiregire]

It took a bit but I found a suitable fc for one of the new muses I wanted to make! Luckily she has a good amount of already made icons.

[xkiregire]

this is the family she married into.... ( @cfmyriad )

[bgcgifs]