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[heartofsacrifice]

i am a forgetful role player.

     sometimes i will post inbox calls, starter calls or interaction calls and i will happily begin … when i have muse for it, and sometimes i will lack muse, and i may forget about it all.

     that is not because of you, the other part.

     forgetfulness is something that we often frown upon, take as an insult directly towards us as a person. “but they never write to me”, “they always forget about me”, “i’m not gonna interact because they always forget” and while these things are totally valid, it must be said that forgetting things are human. not only is it human, but we should allow role players to be forgetful every now and then, simply because many, if not all, have lives outside of Tumblr that require a lot of them.

     my forgetfulness is never directed towards you as a person.

     my forgetfulness is never directed towards your creations.

     sometimes i forget because …

i am tired.

i have a lot on my mind.

i get lost in other tasks.

i have to prioritize.

i bite over more than i can chew.

i simply forget.

     therefore it must be said, have patience. reach out. don’t just sit back and huff about how you “always seem to be forgotten”. some folks have a lot on their minds, and that needs to be allowed.

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Graham, how are things in Storybrooke right now?

With his chin resting against his head, the Sheriff cocked his head before adjusting his position. Hands held together atop his desk the man raised his brows offering a vague shrug.

“Slow . . . as per usual. For now.” He was about to say weird, since things were inexplicably different since Emma came to town.

#thanks anon! #verse storybrooke

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// guess who hurt their hand, this guy right here ^^; it's not broken or anything, just pain - i'm just stupid and accidentally punched a fence on my way home last night

#ooc #i can still type so that's good

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The corners of his lips curved up into a smile at the mention of Red, “So you know her, too.” 

“Me?” he briefly paused, shaking his head, “I am not.” his tone low, and almost with a bit of sadness. “But I’ve lived with them for quite some time.” However, that was a story for another time, if it ever came up again. He had lived estranged from the humans, and then from the werewolves after some time.— The Huntsman shook his head, dismissing the memories and thoughts. He was not here to reminisce. 

Hands rose up in mild defence as he took a step back, “Then by no means am I here to protect you.” He let out a sigh, hoping his words didn’t come off as threatening. “Look, I’m doing this for your parents - they informed me they hadn’t the time to train you?”

@saltyunordinaryprincess

“A royal like you shouldn’t be out here. These woods are rumored to be full of nightmarish monsters.”

Princess Emma startled, turning abruptly towards the sound of the voice; the compound bow in her hand raised to eye level and pulled taught with an arrow already knocked. She searched the forest before her, looking for the source of the disembodied voice; her eyes darting left and right to scan the trees before her but her aim never wavering.

"Whose there? Show yourself!" She tried to keep her voice level to now show fear. She heard no footfall, no snapping of twigs, no rustle of leaves. Nothing alerted her to an approach which was why she was caught so off. Was this a trick of the woods?

@heartofsacrifice

#saltyunordinaryprincess #(might be casually referencing the shadow of the queen comic) #verse enchanted forest #verse no curse

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Emma’s voice a din fading in and out as eyelids fell heavy. He felt clammy and cold. With blurring, darkening vision, eyes looked back to the arrow— no longer in his chest. She did it, he thought almost proudly and the corners of the Huntsman’s lips twitched to a failed smirk.

There was a great numbness overcoming the man’s body — was he dying? No, not now, how could he? The arrow missed his heart, and in that brief moment he was thankful that Emma’s aim wasn’t more skilled. Although she needed to learn to not fire her arrow when started… Was he critiquing her in his vital moment?

Removing the arrow was risky, and unfortunately he was unable to explain everything to Emma before he passed out. But hazy vision saw she was competent, packing the wound after removing the arrow and he couldn’t help but to (try to) smile.

The wound must have stopped bleeding, or at least slowed as consciousness found its way back to him. He had no idea how long he’d been out for, but they were still in the forest, so it couldn’t have been for that long. Eyes scanned around, looking for the Princess.

“You need to work on your aim,” he stated with a pained chuckle.

@saltyunordinaryprincess

‘here, i need to put pressure on the wound. oh god. there’s so much blood.’ (SaltyUnordinaryPrincess)

The Huntsman cursed under his breath. He knew it was an accident, but it still hurt like hell. He took in a slow, staggered breath. Jaw clentched tight. He needed to remain calm - mainly for the Princess's sake, as she was for lack of better words, freaking out.

Now open eyes glanced at the arrow protruding from his left shoulder, the leather of his overtunic quickly staining with blood. He cursed again under his breath. Lids fell to a moment's close as briefly debated his next course of action. He braced himself, gloved hand reaching up to firmly grab to the arrow. But after a moment he let go, the angle was wrong, he couldn't get a firm grasp. And he was growing weaker from the blood loss.

Eyes wandered to gaze upon Emma, brows furrowed almost intensely. "Do not remove the arrow," he began in a strained tone, "Break this end first..." eyes briefly glanced to the arrow once more before he lost consciousness.

@saltyunordinaryprincess

#saltyunordinaryprincess #( huntsman- could have died #also huntsman- well that was a time ) #verse enchanted forest #verse no curse

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Water? For a captive? Brows furrowed slightly with contemplation and mild confusion. Why was she being so kind? Eyes peered into the cup while nostrils ever so subtly flared as the man sniffed the water. The Huntsman’s demeanour relaxed just a bit upon the water smelling like water, and in his mildly dehydrated state, his parched throat was craving relief. He gently took the cup after Belle helped him into a seated position, and took a small sip. Tasted like water. He took a deeper gulp, countenance expressing silent thankfulness.

Eyes scanned the cloth and what appeared to be a salve of sorts, and brows came to a furrow once again. The cloth appeared fine, but it was the salve he just couldn’t trust yet.

A displeased breath slipped past the man’s lips. “Not here?” He repeated, now even more confused. He swallowed hard, eyes widening for a moment. How long had he been unconscious for?

“You.. don’t happen to know how long I’ve been here, have you?”

@bluebellestorybrooke

“ can i ask… what happened? ”  ( @ bluebellestorybrooke, from Belle. Also please excuse me if I fangirl a bit over your muse)

Lids fell to a close as the Huntsman let out a deep sigh; inhale cut short by a twinge of pain dancing around his torso to the back of his neck. He winced as a cough escaped. With a gentler sigh, the Huntsman slowly opened his eyes, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the light peeking around the silhouetted figure standing before him.

He reached a gloved hand up to rub his eyes, motion strained by mild pain. “I- I was sent by the Queen. And, and then I- I must have blacked out.”

His hand moved to feel the back of his neck, only to twinge again at the pain. “Something - someone must’ve knocked me out,” the Huntsman lightly shook his head before glancing back up to the source of the voice with furrowing brows, “I- I’m not quite sure-“. He cut himself off, “-Who’re you?”

@bluebellestorybrooke

#bluebellestorybrooke #verse enchanted forest

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// super sorry i haven't been here. i've been super busy with work, and WILL be really busy for awhile. (a company literally order 98 custom drapery panels from us) and i'm still a bit behind on commissions. overall i just haven't had any energy to write TT^TT;;

#ooc #also been struggling financially so that's fun too...

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// i've just finished the two major commissions i had, i still have a lot of smaller commissions that piled up that i have to get to. And then work is a whole other thing ^^;

// not dead, just extremely busy with work and commissions and being exhausted

#ooc #i like it i just have a lot to do right now #so i'll be back eventually #soon hopefully

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// not dead, just extremely busy with work and commissions and being exhausted

#ooc #i have little to no energy tt^tt

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// probably won't be here much today. gonna try to force myself to work on commissions 😤

#ooc

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‘here, i need to put pressure on the wound. oh god. there’s so much blood.’ (SaltyUnordinaryPrincess)

The Huntsman cursed under his breath. He knew it was an accident, but it still hurt like hell. He took in a slow, staggered breath. Jaw clentched tight. He needed to remain calm - mainly for the Princess's sake, as she was for lack of better words, freaking out.

Now open eyes glanced at the arrow protruding from his left shoulder, the leather of his overtunic quickly staining with blood. He cursed again under his breath. Lids fell to a moment's close as briefly debated his next course of action. He braced himself, gloved hand reaching up to firmly grab to the arrow. But after a moment he let go, the angle was wrong, he couldn't get a firm grasp. And he was growing weaker from the blood loss.

Eyes wandered to gaze upon Emma, brows furrowed almost intensely. "Do not remove the arrow," he began in a strained tone, "Break this end first..." eyes briefly glanced to the arrow once more before he lost consciousness.

@saltyunordinaryprincess

#saltyunordinaryprincess #( did i make it worse? #having her accidentally shoot him?) #verse enchanted forest #verse no curse

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// @pawshapedheart :Pie!!!!! 🥮 Also bicycle, moped or motorcycle? I need visual aid...

// Apple pie. and bicycle - i did a dumb, twice. the road i have to take to work right now doesn't have any sidewalks or bike lanes. A good portion of it is gravel, but a small section isn't, so i'm in the road or on grass for a bit, and grass isn't the best to bike on. i tried to jump the curb to get out of the way, but wasn't at a good angle and fell onto the grass. the second time was because the sidewalk abruptly ended right into an overgrown ditch that i didn't even see.

// i ate shit on my bike today. twice. i'm fine, just a little roughed up

#pawshapedheart #ooc

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// kinda here; very sore from yesterday ^^; more bruised up than i thought, but nothing serious. i'll see if i can get any replies done before i have to take the pie out of the oven

// i ate shit on my bike today. twice. i'm fine, just a little roughed up

#ooc #making pie for my s/o #because i said i'd make pie days ago and never got around to it

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// i ate shit on my bike today. twice. i'm fine, just a little roughed up

#ooc #and by bike i mean bicycle #i'm fine just dumb

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He wasn’t disappointed to find that the Princess didn’t remember who he was. It wasn’t like he was in her life very much anyways. Snow White tried to get the Huntsman involved when Emma was born, but something about watching over a human baby was too much for the man and his feral nature. Even still, the man still kept close, as asked by the King and Queen; especially as the child grew older and was permitted to venture into some of the surrounding woods.

“A friend,” he said with a gentle nod, eyes briefly glancing their surroundings before regaining their focus on the Princess. “Your parents entrusted me to look after you..” The Huntsman veers subtly gestured to the forest, “out here.”

@saltyunordinaryprincess

“A royal like you shouldn’t be out here. These woods are rumored to be full of nightmarish monsters.”

Princess Emma startled, turning abruptly towards the sound of the voice; the compound bow in her hand raised to eye level and pulled taught with an arrow already knocked. She searched the forest before her, looking for the source of the disembodied voice; her eyes darting left and right to scan the trees before her but her aim never wavering.

"Whose there? Show yourself!" She tried to keep her voice level to now show fear. She heard no footfall, no snapping of twigs, no rustle of leaves. Nothing alerted her to an approach which was why she was caught so off. Was this a trick of the woods?

@heartofsacrifice

#saltyunordinaryprincess #verse enchanted forest #verse no curse

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‘ stitch me up, will you? ’

It wasn’t uncommon for Red to come back wounded, but sometimes it was a bit more or less unnerving to the Huntsman. He let out a low sigh and a hint of a frown as he looked over her.

“What happened this time?” the man questioned softly, ungloved hands reaching through his satchel for supplies.

@atemyboyfriend

#atemyboyfriend #verse enchanted forest

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「   RP MEME :  TO AND FROM INJURED AND DYING MUSES .   」 * change pronouns as needed. [ my / your ] is dependent on the receiver.

TO AN INJURED MUSE : 

‘ shit! ’ 

‘ here, i need to put pressure on the wound. ’

‘ hang on. we’re going to be okay. ’

‘ we’ve got to keep moving! ’ 

‘ someone help me over here! ’

‘ it’s okay–– i’m going to call an ambulance. ’

‘ i’m going to get you out of here! ’

‘ oh god. there’s so much blood. ’

‘ stay still. just stay still. ’

‘ don’t try to get up. ’

TO A DYING MUSE : 

‘ don’t you leave me! ’

‘ stay with me, __. ’ 

‘ breathe! come on! ’

‘ how long do you have? ’

‘ NO! ’

‘ i’m losing you.’ 

‘ i’m not ready for you to go yet. ’

‘ it’s not your time! ’

‘ there’s still so many things i want to do with you.’ 

‘ i’m not leaving you, i promise. ’

FROM AN INJURED MUSE : 

‘ it’s nothing big. ’

‘ i promise i’m fine.’ 

‘ just let me… sleep it off. ’

‘ i don’t want you to worry, but… ’

‘ it looks worse than it feels. ’

‘ do you think it’s infected? ’

‘ give me that gauze. ’

‘ no, i’m not stopping the mission now.’ 

‘ i’m seeing this thing through. ’

‘ stitch me up, will you? ’

FROM A DYING MUSE : 

‘ don’t forget me, alright? ’

‘ shhh. it’s okay, now. ’

‘ i’m just glad that you’re here with me. ’ 

‘ i could’ve done so much more! ’ 

‘ i don’t want to go. ’

‘ go on without me. ’

‘ don’t leave me.’ 

‘ it’s getting real dark over here… ’

‘ i wanted to do everything in the world with you. ’

‘ i… love you.’ 

#prompts