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Locked in a Room starters

"Well, this is just great. Locked in a room with you." "Don't look at me like that. I didn't plan this." "Could you stop pacing? You're making me dizzy." "I can't believe I'm stuck here with you of all people." "I never thought I'd say this, but I'd rather be anywhere else right now." "Do you have any idea how long we're going to be stuck here?" "Can we at least try to make the best of this situation?" "I suppose we could play a game to pass the time." "I'm hungry. Did anyone remember to bring snacks?" "How did we even end up in this mess?" "I'm starting to feel a bit claustrophobic." "Could you try to keep calm? Panicking won't help." "I think I saw something move over there. Do you hear that?" "I never realized how small this room actually is." "Let's just hope someone realizes we're missing soon." "I'm sorry for all the things I said before. Can we start over?" "It's funny how being trapped together makes you see things differently." "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm actually glad you're here with me." "We should probably figure out a plan for when someone finally lets us out." "Well, at least we'll have a good story to tell after this."

[PACING] The sender walks back and forth across the room, unable to sit still. [SIGHING] The sender lets out an audible sigh, expressing their frustration. [WINDOW] The sender attempts to open a window, hoping for some fresh air. [DOOR] The sender inspects the door, searching for any signs of escape.

#rp starters

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Newest Loser, his name is Aurilio, Leo for short. Will add his bio in a bit!!!

#my art #new character

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Caring & Reassuring Sentences, Vol. 4

(Sentences from various sources for muses that care for each other. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You know, what you did for me, nobody's ever done that for me before."

"You know, it's okay to be surprised sometimes."

"I just wish you'd tell me if there was something wrong."

"I hope you won't think any less of me for trying to help you."

"I must admit, I don't understand you."

"It's not where you start in this life, it's where you finish."

"Sometimes we do the wrong things for the right reasons."

"Let me try to talk to her."

"You're a damaged man, but you're a good man."

"Perhaps I could be of assistance?"

"I could never have done this without you."

"I could stay, if you'd like?"

"You're frightened because you can't understand it."

"For every problem, there is a solution."

"Everything I did, I did for you."

"I've been where you are. I know what you're going through."

"I've always suspected that you were a little more human than you let on."

"No one can guarantee the actions of another."

"Don't you give up. Don't you dare."

"Your secret's safe with me."

"Well, I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually."

"We're all misled by our heart sometimes."

"No man lives without regrets."

"I'll be home this evening, if you need a sympathetic ear."

"Don't worry, your little secret's safe with me."

"You hide it, but you do have feelings."

"Think of me as a friend."

"I can take care of myself - you just never give me the chance!"

"Love is not a switch. You can't just turn it off."

"Yes, it matters. It matters to me."

#rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes

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THE SHOULDER TOUCH. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

i said i'd make them! i hope you enjoy these, and as always: DO NOT ADD, EDIT OR CLAIM THIS LIST AS YOUR OWN!

[ WAKEN ]: the sender touches the receiver's shoulder to waken them from a nap or sleep.

[ STILL ]: the sender places their hands on the visibly angry/upset receiver to try and restrain them.

[ STAY ]: the sender, noticing the receiver attempting to escape a meeting or a conversation, quietly rests a hand on their shoulder and pulls them back into their seat.

[ REST ]: the sender places a gentle but firm hand on a weakened/sick/injured receiver's shoulder to push them back into their bed to rest more.

[ PUNCH ]: the sender places a hand on the receiver to draw their attention away from another focus, and once they've turned around, the sender swings a punch at them in the moment of confusion.

[ PRIDE ]: the sender, having heard or seen the receiver successfully achieve a remarkable feat, places a hand on their shoulder to express their wordless pride in them.

[ HUG ]: the sender places their hands on the receiver's shoulders to yank them into a hug.

[ COMFORT ]: the sender, noticing a visibly upset receiver, solemnly moves to their side, and places a hand on their shoulder in an effort to comfort them.

[ SURPRISE ]: the sender, noticing an otherwise occupied receiver, moves forward silently and suddenly grabs their shoulder to startle them.

[ STUN ]: the sender, having been apart from the receiver for some time, makes an unexpected return and greets the unaware receiver with a hand on their shoulder.

[ TIDY ]: the sender reaches forward and lightly sweeps something from the receiver's shoulder.

[ WORRY ]: the sender grabs the receiver by the shoulders to take a good look at them for any sign of harm or injury.

[ ARM ]: the sender rests a hand on the receiver's shoulder, their arm draped around them in order to do so.

[ FOCUS ]: the sender, noticing the receiver has become distracted during a conversation, places a hand on their shoulder to redirect and focus their attention.

[ GOTCHA ]: the sender, noticing the receiver has unknowingly walked into the path of a source of danger, grabs them by the shoulder and hoists them back to safety.

[ PRAISE ]: the sender, having heard that the receiver has achieved great success in a task or accomplishment, gives them a proud pat and squeeze of the shoulder to convey their congratulations.

[ STEADY ]: the sender rests a hand on the shaken and panicked receiver's shoulder to steady and ground them.

[ CAUGHT ]: the sender plants a hand on the receiver's shoulder to stop them from fleeing a potential arrest or accusation.

[ DELIVER ]: the sender, about to deliver some bad news to the receiver, gently places a hand on the receiver's shoulder to stop them from running away from the bad news.

[ SHIELD ]: the sender catches hold of the receiver's shoulder and draws them back and away from a threat, pulling them behind them for their safety.

[ SOOTHE ]: the sender places their hands on the receiver's shoulders and begins to give them a massage.

[ LEVER ]: the sender, wanting to sit next to the receiver, places a hand on their shoulder to ease themselves to the space beside them.

[ HERE ]: the sender taps the receiver's shoulder to alert them to their presence.

#rp meme #roleplay meme

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PROMPTS FOR ENEMIES TO LOVERS *  assorted dialogue for that slow build up of reluctant interest and romantic curiosity between enemies, adjust as necessary

you didn't have to help me, you know. you could have just left me there.

are you... flirting with me? was that flirting?

dinner's on me. we can work out our differences then.

you're not as bad as i thought.

i'm shocked. that was actually impressive, what you just did. i didn't think you had it in you.

we've been going at it for hours.

this doesn't mean i like you.

please step out of my way.

if you just gave me a chance to prove myself...

you've got me all wrong.

i don't actually hate you.

i didn't know you could do that.

you don't have to believe everything they tell you about me.

you're kinda cute for an asshole.

i'm not here to be made fun of.

it was just a kiss. it didn't mean anything.

when did i ask you for advice?

let me make this clear. i don't like you. i will never like you. i am just using you for your expertise, and that's it.

i don't care what you think of me.

why can't you just see me for me?

it's a shame you're such an asshole.

we could have had something.

that was before i realized who you were.

i think i deserve a little respect.

why do you keep looking at me like that?

stop staring at my ass!

maybe i misjudged you.

i was pretty mean back then, wasn't i?

i never gave you a chance to explain yourself.

you're not as bad as i thought you'd be.

let's bury the hatchet.

i heard that!

what were you saying about me?

was that... a compliment?

i think we got off on the wrong foot.

let's try again. let me reintroduce myself.

can we call a truce?

we're never going to get anything done if we're at each other's throats.

are you the one that vouched for me?

i'll have to admit... that was pretty great.

think of the things we could accomplish if we just worked together.

you need my help. i need yours.

what you did back there... that was impressive.

i didn't ask for your help back there.

why are you helping me?

i thought you hated my guts.

that was a little uncalled for.

great, but i still don't trust you.

stop staring at me like that.

we both have something the other needs.

i don't need a babysitter.

let's start over. try this again.

you're the one who got us into this mess, not me.

i thought you said you didn't want to help me.

maybe it would be smarter if we worked together.

i don't like working with you, but maybe i have to.

this would be a lot easier if you just listened to me.

why do you hate me so much?

you're the one that kissed me!

i never gave you a chance to explain yourself.

they were wrong about you. i... was wrong about you.

there's a lot more to me than meets the eye.

you're not so bad yourself.

what ever happened to "i will never work with you as long as i live?"

what made you change your mind about me?

i can take care of myself, you know.

#roleplay memes #rp meme #rp memes #rp prompt #roleplay prompt #rp starters

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📜

(Hmmm! I've been thinking about this ask for a while trying to figure out a good answer. Honestly I'd like to poke around with maybe a 'fugitive on the run' type scenario those are always fun. Just the 'hi there I'm in trouble with the Law/Authority/Hitman/Whatever and you get to be roped into this mess as well!' type of storyline, those are always fun)

#ask me stuff

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#(points) go follow!!!! #friend promo #self promo

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Send 📜 (or ‘Wishlist!’) and I’ll tell you one thing I want to write!

Whether it be a plot idea, an established relationship between muses, a scene from canon I want to rewrite – whatever! It doesn’t have to necessarily involve the sender, either.

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Ugh...

Apologies to you, lovely people I've been RPing with, my will to write kinda took a nose dive and I'm trying to recover it. Work, other BS, holidays and such. I haven't forgotten about our threads just trying to get Writing Brain back working @thecatgoddessbast @someflareoutwithlove @accxlxrant @the-expatriate @wearetheveils anybody else I might have missed. Thank you for your patience =__=

#shoutout

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DEATH AND INJURY PROMPTS! always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse, or send prompts the other way around.

ACTIONS:

[ CALL ] for the sender to call the receiver while injured, asking for help.

[ KNOCK ] for the sender to turn up on the receiver’s doorstep, injured.

[ PRESS ] for the sender to put pressure on the receiver’s wound.

[ STITCH ] for the sender to help stitch up the receiver.

[ DRIVE ] for the sender to drive the receiver to the hospital.

[ LIE ] for the sender to lie about their wound to the receiver.

[ COMFORT ] for the sender to comfort the receiver, who is close to death.

[ HURT ] for the sender to accidentally injure the receiver.

[ KISS ] for the sender to kiss the injured receiver.

[ SPEAK ] for the sender to hear the receiver’s (possibly) last words.

[ FIND ] for the sender to discover an already-healed wound the receiver never told them about.

[ ADMIT ] for the sender to be told that the receiver is dying.

[ WAKE ] for the sender to wake the receiver, who keeps passing out.

[ WATCH ] for the sender to watch over the receiver while they’re recovering.

[ HIDE ] for the sender to stop the receiver from looking at their own wound.

[ NOTE ] for the sender to discover a note / letter left by the receiver, meant to be read after their death.

SENTENCES:

‘it’s too warm in here for you to keep your coat on.’

‘it’s just a scratch!’

‘i can stand up. just give me a moment.’

‘you worry too much.’

‘don’t touch it!’

‘i’m going to be fine, stop fussing.’

‘oh, god. that’s a lot of blood.’

‘is all that blood yours?’

‘oh, god. i’m going to be sick.’

‘we need to get you to a hospital. a doctor. anything.’

‘you can’t take me to a hospital. i won’t go.’

‘i’m not stupid. i know this is bad.’

‘i think something’s wrong. inside. something feels wrong.’

‘i know it’s not going to be okay. you don’t have to lie to me.’

‘i think i’ve been poisoned.’

‘who did this to you?’

‘yeah, that’s going to need stitches.’

‘just hang on, okay?’

‘don’t you dare leave me like this.’

‘don’t die. please. i can’t cope without you.’

‘you’re everything to me. you have to be alright.’

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Mick raised his eyebrows. Huh. " It's a...It's a rhetorical question. Sort of. " he said, clearing his throat, and taking the opportunity to turn the focus away from himself because not only had his curiosity been piqued as to who could punish a goddess, especially Bast, he also wondered what the hell she'd done to get punished. He gave her a light smile. " Osiris get tired of you dragging dead things up to his doorstep? " he quipped and then became quite serious again. " I don't presume to know the workings of justice in Aaru, Bast. That's a hell of a thing. Could I ask what happened? "

" Bast. Do you ever feel like you're being punished? " Mick flipped the unlit cigarette across his knuckles, his expression calm and thoughtful but unease flickered deep in his eyes. " And maybe that. Well. That you deserve it? " (voices-of-ether)

"Punished?" She echoed the word. She let the thought swim around in her head a while long, pushing away the small snippers that aided in her floral arrangements.

"Are you asking this of me or of you? I am aware of my punishment and the reason behind it but what makes you believe that you are being punished?" She questioned further, head tilted ever so slightly to the side.

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#thecatgoddessbast #rp: conversations with a goddess #Mick Guidici

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His hand gripped hers tightly. It trembled ever so slightly, although John was doing his best to look stoic. Oddly enough he seemed hesitant (against the divinity of curling up into the soft inviting warmth of his beloved Tano? Truly he was deeply troubled) With a sigh he finally joined her, holding her hand tightly, intertwining fingers with hers. He gazed at the darkened stage for a long time, his green eyes half covered by the soft mop of curls, his mouth a serious line. " Show me...that wretched moment of weakness. That midnight at the London docks. Watching the feather bobbing up and down in the water...and finally making up my mind to join it..." he finally whispered. The scene then presented itself, was painfully real: the image of a London long gone, shrouded in fog and gaslight, a line of ramshackle taverns lining the Thames, brightly lit, filled to bursting with life, noise, song, enjoyment, all the earthly pleasures and vices that a night of raucous slumming could offer. And there sitting on the end of the pier, far from the lights of the tavern, staring down into the murky depth with an empty bottle in his hand, John saw himself: a grotesque parody of a human being with a rat's nest of hair, a tearstained face and hollow bloodshot eyes, in a filthy midshipman's uniform. He barely looked human, like some frightful scrimshaw devil crudely carved on whalebone: such was John's perception of himself so colored.

She's dead...cold in the ground a month now and the old half-mad bastard...didn't even bother to write me... He watched the other John unhook the saber around his waist, fling it with a surprising burst of loathing out into the waters where it vanished, swallowed up by the Thames. The other John drained the bottle, letting it roll off the pier. He stood up, swaying, his gaze downwards, presumably watching the elusive gull's feather at the mercy of the eddies. Finally he turned around, looked at the tavern, looked at all of London stretched out before him. She's gone...I didn't even get to say goodbye...she's dead, she's dead...he won't even tell me where she's buried... I have no one... ...I'm tired... With resolve, with deliberation, he stepped backwards off the end of the pier, plunging silently into the water. John watched it in silence, with a curious dispassion. " And yet, the watery hell rejected me..." he murmured.

RP: A Single Feather

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Continued from here

" She always does, doesn't she..." John sighed, pulling the afghan closer around himself and cautiously making his way to the counter and to the enticing cuppa. He carefully peeled off the wet shoes and placed them next to the chair and indulged himself in the brew. God, but it was soothing, nice and hot. He gazed into the cup, watching the steam rise from it for a moment, took another sip and glanced over at the clothes. Then he grabbed them and shrugged the afghan off. " My dear Vincent, I have doubts upon doubts upon doubts, all of them are towards myself and I fear I shan't be rid of them any time soon, " he said as he peeled off his wet clothes and started dressing himself. " Admittedly the doubts are flavored with a good bit of confusion. I'll be the first to admit I am stupid as any man and my life choices are probably giving some god a good chuckle as they peruse them in their heavenly ledgers. I continue to question where I belong in this world, the previous world or the next to come if I am so abominably dense as to be unable to learn from my moral failings time and time again. I am the dog returning to his proverbial vomit time and time again, you'd think I'd learn at some point..." He stopped, his hand clutching the ivory charm hung around his neck and thought for a while. " Do you know about the sailor's superstitions with cauls? " he finally asked.

#a single feather #john harkaway #tw: dark moods #red* #red veil tano #tw: attempted suicide

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" Oh you didn't have to..." John said, looking pleased and embarrassed all at the same time. " I will though. " He pondered for a moment considering all the possibilities and then said, " Well since we speak of presents and the spirits of giving and all that...It's a bit cliche but may as well ask to have it displayed like miserly old Ebenezer Scrooge and his ministering Ghost of Christmas Past. Seeing it as a phantasmal play might make it...more bearable I suppose? "

He hesitated a moment, reached out and touched her arm gingerly as he added, " But please...stay by my side, Tano...if you would...if you please..." Well he knew that the benefits of having two people on watch through a long and very dark night. At any rate delving into his past was something he did not want to do alone.

RP: A Single Feather

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Continued from here

" She always does, doesn't she..." John sighed, pulling the afghan closer around himself and cautiously making his way to the counter and to the enticing cuppa. He carefully peeled off the wet shoes and placed them next to the chair and indulged himself in the brew. God, but it was soothing, nice and hot. He gazed into the cup, watching the steam rise from it for a moment, took another sip and glanced over at the clothes. Then he grabbed them and shrugged the afghan off. " My dear Vincent, I have doubts upon doubts upon doubts, all of them are towards myself and I fear I shan't be rid of them any time soon, " he said as he peeled off his wet clothes and started dressing himself. " Admittedly the doubts are flavored with a good bit of confusion. I'll be the first to admit I am stupid as any man and my life choices are probably giving some god a good chuckle as they peruse them in their heavenly ledgers. I continue to question where I belong in this world, the previous world or the next to come if I am so abominably dense as to be unable to learn from my moral failings time and time again. I am the dog returning to his proverbial vomit time and time again, you'd think I'd learn at some point..." He stopped, his hand clutching the ivory charm hung around his neck and thought for a while. " Do you know about the sailor's superstitions with cauls? " he finally asked.

#red veil tano #red* #john harkaway #tw: dark moods #a single feather #(sorry so short but here we go I guess?)

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John looked up into the eyes that he could never lie to, hah as if he ever wanted to do so! He could be abominably thick-skulled at times but not that stupid. He thought about the question, turning it over and over in his head, examining it as closely as he'd ever done to the faded leaves of his beloved books. It presented a puzzle as intricate as any of the garbled words he'd seen upon those pages, a puzzle that he missed, that he was afraid of, that he kept hidden away like a shameful secret but that he really wished he knew how to decipher. Perhaps it was time to do so... He closed his eyes thoughtfully and said in a low voice, " Dearest Tano, you have that ability to do so, I do not doubt it. I...don't know the extent of your powers. I don't know how many of my lies have been laid bare before you so may I query you. Is there a way for you to first be shown what I had fled and abandoned? Perhaps then I can unravel this...puzzle in my head that entangles the yes or no I so badly wish to give to you. " He opened his eyes again, looking up at her. " I have kept myself from you long enough I think...and denied myself an honest examination of my past lives..."

RP: A Single Feather

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Continued from here

" She always does, doesn't she..." John sighed, pulling the afghan closer around himself and cautiously making his way to the counter and to the enticing cuppa. He carefully peeled off the wet shoes and placed them next to the chair and indulged himself in the brew. God, but it was soothing, nice and hot. He gazed into the cup, watching the steam rise from it for a moment, took another sip and glanced over at the clothes. Then he grabbed them and shrugged the afghan off. " My dear Vincent, I have doubts upon doubts upon doubts, all of them are towards myself and I fear I shan't be rid of them any time soon, " he said as he peeled off his wet clothes and started dressing himself. " Admittedly the doubts are flavored with a good bit of confusion. I'll be the first to admit I am stupid as any man and my life choices are probably giving some god a good chuckle as they peruse them in their heavenly ledgers. I continue to question where I belong in this world, the previous world or the next to come if I am so abominably dense as to be unable to learn from my moral failings time and time again. I am the dog returning to his proverbial vomit time and time again, you'd think I'd learn at some point..." He stopped, his hand clutching the ivory charm hung around his neck and thought for a while. " Do you know about the sailor's superstitions with cauls? " he finally asked.

#red veil tano #red* #john harkaway #tw: dark moods #a single feather

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" Your uh...Vincent there...has a rather overwhelming..personality...pardon..." John said in a faint voice as he sat down on the floor a bit hard and rested his head in his hands a moment. " I'm not very hungry...thank you, Tano. " He rubbed at his chest where his swallows eternally flew, feeling the unsteady thudding beneath his fingers and gave her a slight smile. " Normally...I would be singing your praises in the purplest of pretty purple prose that ever graced the cover of a music hall song...but you deserve so much more that empty words. Your foolish troubadour has tripped and fell upon his face in the cesspit once again. All that drips from my mouth now is shit and hardly worth listening to..." he mumbled to himself, unable to even look up at Tano in his deep shame. Vincent's words kept ringing through his thoughts: is it no longer enough, is it no longer enough...

He was a greedy fool, full of hope and idiocy, sauntering off thinking to conquer his brave new world, strange as it was. Every time he'd slunk back drooling excuses. Perhaps it was not a matter of it being enough...but rather did a wretch like him even deserve it to begin with? There was the real question. The gull's feather twirled itself down in the eddying swirl, further into the depths of the sea...and he watched it, wondering again if it would surface...

RP: A Single Feather

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Continued from here

" She always does, doesn't she..." John sighed, pulling the afghan closer around himself and cautiously making his way to the counter and to the enticing cuppa. He carefully peeled off the wet shoes and placed them next to the chair and indulged himself in the brew. God, but it was soothing, nice and hot. He gazed into the cup, watching the steam rise from it for a moment, took another sip and glanced over at the clothes. Then he grabbed them and shrugged the afghan off. " My dear Vincent, I have doubts upon doubts upon doubts, all of them are towards myself and I fear I shan't be rid of them any time soon, " he said as he peeled off his wet clothes and started dressing himself. " Admittedly the doubts are flavored with a good bit of confusion. I'll be the first to admit I am stupid as any man and my life choices are probably giving some god a good chuckle as they peruse them in their heavenly ledgers. I continue to question where I belong in this world, the previous world or the next to come if I am so abominably dense as to be unable to learn from my moral failings time and time again. I am the dog returning to his proverbial vomit time and time again, you'd think I'd learn at some point..." He stopped, his hand clutching the ivory charm hung around his neck and thought for a while. " Do you know about the sailor's superstitions with cauls? " he finally asked.

#red veil tano #john harkaway #tw: dark moods #red* #a single feather

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Send " catch! " for your muse to catch my muse as they collapse from their injuries / sickness / exhaustion etc.

Send " collapse! " for my muse to catch your muse as they collapse from their injuries / sickness / exhaustion etc.

#rp starters

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send in " are you hurt?! hey! are you hurt?! " for the sender to frantically grab the receiver and worriedly check them for any injuries after finding them during a potentially deadly incident.

alternatively, send in " hey! look at me! i'm fine... see? " for the sender to react to the receiver frantically grabbing them and checking them for any injuries after a potentially deadly incident. / link to the inspiring post!

#rp starters