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slayerswrites · 2 months

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* . ⊹ 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹…

muse: amelia shepherd ( grey's anatomy )

location: the hallway, grey sloan memorial hospital, seattle wa

who for: any greys canon character (aside from those related to her), fellow doctor, ocs, platonic or romance (romance with any gender) feel free to assume connection, nsfw friendly

crossover: anything that is slice of life only

triggers: medical, surgery, death, nsfw hinted

dni: if you, your muse or their fc is under 21. any muse related or based on harry potter. if the fc is cartoon/anime/drawing etc

if you wish to plot, read my rules or know more, please visit my main

"Soooo," Amelia chimed as she suddenly appeared in the hallway. "I just finished a sixteen hour surgery, successfully removed a large teratoma, didn't kill my patient in the process." Her arms folded across her chest as Amelia lent against the wall. "The thing was a beaut, you should have seen it." Things went quiet for a moment, blue eyes glanced up and down the person's body before the brunette smiled - the dimple in her left cheek showing. "I was just about to grab a nap in one of the call rooms, if you wanted to uh - join me?"

#indie rp #indie 1x1 #indie roleplay #indie starter #independent rp #indie smut #open starter #greys anatomy rp #indie fandom #indie fandom rp #amelia shepherd rp #––– ❛ amelia shepherd 【 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹. 】#––– ❛ greys anatomy 【 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹. 】#––– ❛ starters 【 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵. 】

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seattlesgraceads · 2 years

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A Grey’s Anatomy RPG with a twist — things take place in a slightly alternate universe, where everything up to the season 8 finale is canon (including the finale itself, BUT without any lives lost). Muns are able to take more control of the character’s stories after that point. We're also far into the future, and able to explore our favorite characters are navigating their futures, and families.

FULL PLOT | MOBILE NAVIGATION | GUIDELINES | INBOX

#meredith grey rp #derek shepherd rp #callie torres rp #arizona robbins rp #april kepner rp #jackson avery rp #amelia shepherd rp #addison montgomery rp #owen hunt rp #grey's anatomy rp #greys anatomy rp #private practice rp #open rp #open rpg

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surgeonsoath · 2 years

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AMELIA SHEPHERD; ‘Amelia’, M.D, F.A.C.S, F.A.A.N.S, SHE / HER - QUEER (ft. Caterina Scorscone) Amelia is the current Head of Neurosurgery at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. She is the ex-wife to Owen Hunt and the mother to Scout Shepherd-Lincoln.

#Amelia Shepherd RP #Grey's Anatomy RP #( You Are In A Spaceship You Are Going To The Moon Enjoy The Ride ) Everyone : Starter Calls

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helpsmothers · 3 months

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I’d love an Arizona, Amelia or Maya to plot with maybe eventually go single ship with.

#greys rp #greys anatomy rp #indie greys rp #station 19 rp #amelia shepherd #arizona robbins #maya bishop

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imthxtgood · 1 year

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Funniest person ever.

Grey's Anatomy 19x05: 'When I Get To The Border.'

#greys anatomy #greys #caterina scorsone #amelia shepherd #amelia #doctor shepherd #freaking superhero #grey sloan #auntie amy #addimelia #greys anatomy rp #grey sloan memorial #lucas adams #amelia greys anatomy

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my-go-to-favorite-quotes · 1 year

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#richard webber #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy #greysedit #miranda bailey #jo wilson #amelia shepherd #greys spoilers #april kepner #jackson avery #meredith grey #greys rp

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ofcrxwns · 2 years

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i’m watching season 15 of greys anatomy and GOD i would die if someone would write link against my amelia. when they were cute and in love (before the writers ruined link). i was even thinking maybe a college au? idk i just have amelia muse 😫

#discord 1x1 #greys anatomy rp #amelia shepherd

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prpfs · 5 months

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Hello! Submitting again - hola! Anyway, I'm Amelia and i'm over 30; based in the UK and pretty active on my mobile via Discord. I write in third person, I can do a comfortable 1-2 paragraph response. i can write longer but i only don't have the time or energy around work anymore so I require partners who will not expect novella responses from me. 👻 i want my partner to be over 21, friendly and capable of a decent paragraph in response. i don't mind quick fire RP too but the main plot needs to have some substance. i will list below the fandoms I am currently looking to fulfil ships within; detailing who I am looking for. Please only interact if you want to write my wanted muse, I have had a few people ask for other pairings and it gets a little awkward. Also, please do not interact if you are going to vanish within a message or two. Drives my anxiety up the wall 😈

SUPERNATURAL

MY MUSE: Bela Talbot, Meg Masters, Ruby, Rowena MacLeod or Charlie Bradbury

WANTED OPPOSITE: Castiel (most wanted opposite), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester or Crowley

SUPERNATURAL / BUFFY CROSS OVER

MY MUSE: Faith Lehane

WANTED OPPOSITE: Castiel

THE WALKING DEAD

MY MUSE: Maggie Greene

WANTED OPPOSITE: Negan Smith

BETTER CALL SAUL

MY MUSE: Kim Wexler

WANTED OPPOSITE: Lalo Salamanca

TED LASSO

MY MUSE: Keeley Jones

WANTED OPPOSITE: Ted Lasso

GREYS ANATOMY

MY MUSE: Jules Millin, Simone Griffith, Mike Yasuda, Jo Wilson, Amelia Shepherd, Lexie Grey or Meredith Grey

YOUR MUSE: Benson Kwan, Lucas Adams, Taryn Helm, Atticus Lincoln, Kai Bartley, Mark Sloan or Derek Shepherd.

Please give this post a like if you're interested and I will reach out to you. 🍒

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

#supernatural roleplay #supernatural rp #the walking dead roleplay #the walking dead rp #better call saul roleplay #better call saul rp #ted lasso roleplay #ted lasso rp #greys anatomy roleplay #greys anatomy rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #21+ rp

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ariagrey · 4 years

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 !

this is the official blog for aria grey — my original character muse -> formerly ariaxgrey, set in the grey’s anatomy universe. i wanted to keep things clean & organized, & this is what i came up with !

rules. no smut, nsfw, incest, etc. trigger warnings will be labeled, but please let me know if you need anything else tagged specifically. do not demand responses from me or my muse. we will not demand responses of you or yours. if i am replying too fast, let me know & i will adjust my posting times for our thread.

guidelines. if our muses are not feeling romantically inclined, platonic / familial is always an option ! very accepting of original characters ! i’m always open to plotting new verses / threads !

possible romantic / platonic ships. addison montgomery. alex karev. arizona robbins. april kepner. amelia shepherd. cristina yang. calliope torres. derek shepherd. george o’malley. isobel stevens. jackson avery. jo wilson. mark sloan. teddy altman. ( select crossovers + crossover characters. )

familial relations. meredith grey. lexie grey. maggie pierce. miranda bailey.

i have three other accounts -> @rgincmills , @wvrlymills , & @ellrobins. as it is, i will be following mutuals on rgincmills.

seasons 1 - 12 ! penned by ellie :)

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crovnprince · 3 years

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open to: anyone (m/f/nb)

plot: surgery after surgery, it has all been nothing but failures and she couldn’t help but feel like it’s her fault that their loved ones won’t be able to see her patients again & your muse is trying to comfort theresa. (inspired by grey’s anatomy)

muse: theresa addison felgates / she’s one of the country’s most well known neurosurgeon who’s working in one of the most prestigious hospitals. generally a huge softie but never at work and she’s very, very, about her work

death plague every inch of the hospital and everyone knew that. from the nurses to the doctors to their cleaning staff, everyone knew that death was inevitable within these walls yet sometimes theresa couldn’t help but be affected by them. on most days, she wouldn’t be but she wasn’t a machine. she might seemed like cold-hearted bitch but she wasn’t, not when each and evry single one of her surgeries today were failures. they said death comes in sevens in hospitals and she had already taken two, the other two of her patients still in a coma got god knows how long. the feeling of being a failure hung over her head as she stood there by the nursery, looking at life being born when all she could think about is death. her scrub cap in her hand, balled into a fist so hard her knuckles turned white as arms crossed before her chest. “why do we do what we do when people are going to die anyway?” she asks. “these people they fly all the way out here to have me cut into their brains but for what? for what if they were just going to die on the table?” the fact was she never should have agreed to the implausible cases; those that all the other doctors in the country had rejected but not her. she was stubborn and egoistic enough to think she could play god. “i should have never started this project. it’s... it’s stupid and look at how many people are dying or going to die because of me.”

#indie rp #indie bi rp #indie gay rp #indie smut rp #indie starter #open starters #taf: interactions!#taf: open starters!#if you like grey's please reply #bc i did not just rip a page out of one of their episode #u can think of her as a female derek shepherd #not exactly amelia but derek #if derek was a woman #queue'd

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asteriananthologies-a-blog · 5 years

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**new test muse added!**

like for a starter from dr. amelia shepherd (grey’s anatomy)

#mundanities | ooc #starter call #muse | amelia #amelia shepherd rp #grey's anatomy rp #this starter call is open to all #mutuals & non-mutuals alike

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seattlesgraceads · 2 years

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A Grey’s Anatomy RPG with a twist — things take place in a slightly alternate universe, where everything up to the season 8 finale is canon (including the finale itself, BUT without any lives lost). Muns are able to take more control of the character’s stories after that point. We're also far into the future, and able to explore our favorite characters are navigating their futures, and families.

FULL PLOT | MOBILE NAVIGATION | GUIDELINES | INBOX

#meredith grey rp #derek shepherd rp #callie torres rp #arizona robbins rp #april kepner rp #jackson avery rp #amelia shepherd rp #addison montgomery rp #owen hunt rp #grey's anatomy rp #greys anatomy rp #private practice rp #open rp #open rpg

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surgeonsoath · 1 year

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So like does anyone here also rp on discord and quite a bit as I don’t want to create a new blog for non greys muses but I’m desperate to rp the following characters;

Phoebe Halliwell

Thomas (The Maze Runner; specifically against Newt or vice versa)

Joel or Ellie ( The Last of Us )

Jack Shepherd ( Lost but he works here too as I have a verse where he is Derek and Amelia’s long lost brother )

Hades

Psyche

#discord rp #the last of us rp #lost rp #the maze runner rp #charmed rp #Olympus lore rp

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headofortho-callietorres-blog · 7 years

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OOC ⎮⎮ If any Amelia Shepherds out there are down for an Amelia x Callie exploring sexuality ship feel free to send me a PM or even just some memes.

#ooc #callie torres rp #amelia shepherd rp #greys anatomy rp #greys rp

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imthxtgood · 1 year

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I can't stop laughing at this.

Grey's Anatomy 19x05: 'When I Get To The Border.'

#greys anatomy #greys #caterina scorsone #amelia shepherd #amelia #doctor shepherd #freaking superhero #grey sloan #auntie amy #addimelia #sorry i couldn't decide on the subtitle colors #greys anatomy rp #grey sloan memorial #lucas adams

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thy-sleepless-vigil · 4 years

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Two Sides to Every Coin...

(tw’s: blood mention, slightly bloody gif, scars mention, alcohol mention)

Damian’s paranoia had paid off. Not so much made sense to him, anymore... not after all he had been through, so recently. But he had been certain of one thing: He hit his target. But not without some pain of his own. The blacksmith dug into the man’s left shoulder with the set of pliers, and Damian yelled in agony, biting down hard on the leather he had stuck in his mouth. The bottle of bourbon he’d refused looked like gold ambrosia in the dim light of the forge, and he was all the worse for not taking it. Tonight was a night of big discomforts for him.

The man wrenched back, and finally the bullet was free. The healing salve that came next reminded him of a glowing-hot blade being quenched in water. The tension fell from his shoulders, and the bit of leather fell from his mouth. Relief. Sweat dripped from his brow in the heat, the forge still crackling through the evening. The woman had been a great shot, given the suddenness of his actions. He was just lucky. And foolish.

Damian was still leaning forward, arms draped on the back of the chair, legs splayed apart, as the man behind him worked quietly, smoking one of those awful, thick cigars, mumbling to himself. He was wearing nothing but his johns, in that same hut that he had spent so long in. The scars underneath his pectorals were at home on his broken body, hidden so perfectly among the myriad scars that ran across his body, and still, he could see what they meant. He could see the person he was, and part of him knew that no scarring could ever hide the past from his own eyes. But it was still his own eyes that sought it out so painfully.

Five years, away from the world, away from it all, drowning his sorrows in bottles of moonshine and bourbon. Anything to chase the darkness away... even if it meant drowning himself, too. It hurt constantly to be away from that crutch, as a friend called it, for so long. To be so painfully awake of every waking moment, to see things in such clarity... it hurt his eyes, like he had stepped out into the harsh daylight after a long night in the dark. He felt solace at that -- that the eyes just needed time to adjust. In time, he’d be fine, but that did not help him now.

It had always come back to here. To Lakeshire.

“It’s time,” came the slurred and gruff voice, as the big man stepped to the forge and retrieved the iron, glowing dangerously in the dim light. He nodded, leaning over and retrieving the leather that had fallen. This was always his least favorite part. Funny, he thought, how these strange, out-of-place things become normal as the years dredge on.

The hesitation was nonexistent. They both had done this before, and they knew it was easier to get it over with. Pain washed over him again as he heard the sizzle of skin and felt the iron dig deep into his side. Tears fell from his eyes as they shut tightly. For a moment, he thought the iron was going to tear itself through the other side of his shoulder, but it was wrenched free after a torturous moment. Then came more of the healing salve, rubbing the white-hot pain away from him. He dropped the bit again, caring no more for it.

A hacking cough cleared the blacksmith’s voice as the linen was wrapped around Damian’s shoulder, tightly, disapproval in his voice as he exhaled the thick smoke. “I swear t’ th’ Titans, Dame’.” Damian felt the guilt that he had kept away start to sting his chest. “Y’er gonna g’it y’erself killed, one ‘a these days, an’ no ol’ blacksmith’s gonn’a be able t’ help ye.” Damian only grunted in reply, the healing salve numbing his shoulder as it had done his leg. The blacksmith sat down on the bench in front of him, returning to the same whittling project he had put down when Damian had first spilled through the door. He couldn’t tell what it was supposed to be, but it looked like a warped stick for the time being. The scraping sound echoed in the room. “Don’ jes’ look a’ me, Dame’! ‘m serious!”

He sighed, more out of guilt than annoyance, and he eventually muttered a quiet “I know.” Tonight had not gone as planned, at all. What was he thinking? “It wasn’t meant to be like this. None of it was,” his voice was hoarse, probably from the pain, and the dehydration. He rested his face against his arms, which were still folded against the back of the chair. It was supposed to be so simple.

But each time he had tried to do what he set out to, someone had stopped him. Someone whom he had really started to care for. So many years since he had really, truly, felt... comfortable. Near someone. Was it true evil, that drove him, or naivete? Tragic circumstance... or malicious intent?

“You’d never let that go off... in the middle of a civilian town... Put the pin back... Let’s go into the forest...”

Those words rung in his head. Even distorted by that mask, he could sense the fear behind those words, and he had truly felt his heart sink, in that moment. Had he known, or was it paranoia that nagged at him? Had he peeled back the mask so quickly, as though it was not even there in the first place?

His paranoia had saved him, tonight, though. Plans, upon plans, upon plans. Hiding under layers of dirt and twigs, even if he evaded everything. Weeks of quiet work, in the darkest part of the evening, when even the world itself was asleep. If he had not put his entire effort into this night, he would certainly have been caught. And the promise he’d made at Alex’s headstone would’ve rung true. He would have died, rather than be caught. Maybe he was not wrong about that, either. He was not a master of cloak and dagger, and he knew that. Perhaps his foe knew, already. Damian had tried so hard not to hurt him. The sharp image of him falling to his knees as he rode off was a worse pain than the one that still bit into his shoulder -- because this... this was his fault. And now he walked a blade’s edge because of it all. Because of tonight.

A deep sigh and a cloud of cigar smoke interrupted his thoughts. “Dame’... I tol’ ye, I’d do anythin’ fer ye’. N’ I meant tha’. But ‘m worried, fer ye’.”

“I know, Kay’. I know.” He had felt bad. All of this had not exactly been the way he had planned things out. “I’m getting close,” came the half-lie. He knew where he wanted this to end, but now how he’d get there. “I just need a couple nights... and I’ll be back to the big City.”

“Kay” huffed another cloud of smoke out, chuckling a dry chuckle that ended in a cough. “O’ Course, Dame. I’ll thro’ a sheet o’er th’ hay, fer ye’.” Damian smiled back, his eyes fixed on the smoldering embers of the forge. “Least y’ won’ be drinkin’ any o’ my booze,” he said, chuckling again, a hand reaching out to snatch the bottle, footsteps trailing off. Damian chuckled too. At least I won’t be, he thought.

From his bag, he took out the scuffed metal mask. Most of him wanted him to cast it into the forge, let it be turned into metal for plowshares, or horseshoes, or be used for anything better than what he had done with it.

But... a part of him hesitated. He stared at it, instead, as the forge crackled and fumed.

There were two sides to every coin.

(Mention Tagging @easternkingdomer @greeniehorn @ameliarabon

Don’t think he has a tumblr, but a very nice Draenei named Joviic also makes a small cameo mention. Thanks for the coin symbolism!)

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