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this is a private & selective indie multi muse roleplay blog. low activity. written by mick ( they/them please ! ) & est. 20 mar 2022. ravamped jan 2026. heavily under construction as I edit bios and add muses.
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` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.
𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :
➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.
𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :
[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.
I don’t think I’ve ever shared her here, but here are some old s’trawberri’s I’ve done
the car door wrenches open and she folds herself into the passenger seat in a hurry, dragging the rain along, dressing pants' hems dark and filthy where they’ve soused in the asphalt’s muck. button-up shirt’s only half done, gaping careless at the throat, bruised blue and bloody-- "drive."
--! it comes out quick and mangled, caught between a sharp drag of air and the loud clutter of her fumbling -- clawing, tugging fabric aside -- buttons clatter, skin flashes, smeared red and ugly; the gun holster yawns empty at her shredded hip. then, a pinned grenade slips loose from a hidden pocket of her suit jacket and rolls onto the floor by her feet
ah, there it is--
BANG! the rear window hails a spray of crystal, raining down on the backseat as a bullet sizzles through, close enough to scrape the other's cheek, missing it only by a merciful inch. it zaps out the windscreen next, leaving the glass veined in cobwebbed cracks. a flurry of movement in the distance. the commotion drawing close--
"i said drive!"
open starter. verse, anything that has guns and cars??
A newly-manicured thumb hovers dangerously close to the "block caller" button taunting Orina from her phone screen. Blocking someone's number before the first date is even over is probably considered uncouth by most. But with how terrible it's is going ( at least top 3, in her book ), severing their already flimsy ties and pretending this never happened will be a mercy to them both. Said date is still in the convenience store she's parked outside of. He'd said something about needing cigarettes after their dinner together, and she'd almost felt smug assuming it's because she'd tap danced right on his last nerve. When the passenger door opens, she spares the barest of glances, thinking he's finally finished with his shopping. The shock of fresh red in her perifery, not unlike bright, spreading star bursts, draws her attention fully. "Who the hell are you?" She questions, alarm and anger rising in her voice, the first wave of emotions available to grasp onto. Next comes the fear. They're unfamiliar to her, so much so it feels like they've spawned from a world totally different from hers. All blood and wounds and grenades— "Are you crazy? Get out!" Words are cut off by her own shriek as the world shrinks down to the crash of breaking glass, the sharpest pressure grazing her cheek, and the fervency of "I said drive!" With hands finding the steering wheel, she listens. The car peels out of the parking lot with a squeal, leaving only traces of skid marks and glass on the asphault. Scratch that—make this the worst first date of all time. If it even counts as that anymore.
"Odd" is the only way Orina will allow herself to describe this feeling now living within her, festering and writhing in her chest cavity like something newly-born and wanting to grow. To examine it further will unearth an ugly, grieved thing aching desperately to rid itself of the emptiness. Finding Siddiwine now, backdropped by rocks and crystal, she's able to tamper the unruly creature down until it's subdued.
"Siddiwine," she calls out with more strength in his name than she thought possible. With the events within the Crystal Tower having reached their conclusion, she'd only spoken to Rammbroes prior to her departure, but something within her felt terrible at the thought of leaving without giving Siddiwine a proper goodbye, also. Eye red-rimmed from earlier tears and voice partly hoarse, she hopes she doesn't look too bad. Still, she manages a small smile in greeting, adjusting the larger pack on her back as she approaches him. "I'm sorry, I didn't get to check on you after," Orina pauses, almost hoping the silence could fill in the blank for her. "-everything. How are you faring?" — @spirestar for Felicity !!
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I want to reply to some drafts after work, so like this & I’ll whip up a starter with S’trawberri for you. if you want a specific verse or setting or smth, just lmk !!
consider... pokemon coordinator Orina who goes by S'trawberri for pokemon contests....
Despite the icy burning of her lungs and her inability to get enough air into them, Orina clasps both of her hands around the stranger's wrist. Running for long periods of time had never been one of her strengths, and yet she continually finds herself in this position thanks to her Elgyem. "You—!!" She squeezes the word out between gulps of air. There's no mistaking it. That green hair and that hat—this has to be the unknown figure in the vision Elgyem had bestowed upon her, as fleeting as it was. But if they're here then... "Have you seen any... Crustle? Like a-" Orina's expression scrunches up as she searches for the right term, the urgency seemingly wiping her mind clean. Elgyem linger's at the stranger's side, chiming what she can only guess is also a plea to hurry. "-group of them? Quickly!" — @heartinhands for N !!
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Before Fandaniel gets a moment to process what's going on, let alone protest, there's a bundle of strings thrust into his left hand and another hand closing said hand around the strings. For a moment he's baffled: for a moment the jester facade falls, face briefly contorting in one of irritated confusion at S'trawberri and her actions before he remembers himself and the role he's playing and his gaze drifts to the balloons and he grins. It's almost gleeful. Then it is gleeful: the actor becomes his part. "Balloons for a clown? Oh, you really shouldn't have."
"Why, of course, I had to!" S'trawberri starts, taking her position on the very same stage. "I'm nothing if not generous, after all." Fellow actress and sole audience all in one, she studies his performance and responds in kind, forever in a cycle of watching from her seat and then joining him in a scene. The dance is never-ending, and without realizing it, she's come to find it... fun? The balloons are merely another paltry prop to play with.
"Do you like them, Danny?" She questions, head tilted. "Or are you just going to let them go the second I turn my back?"
Just think about it… Iloix is such a talk-to-text mf, I just know he be speaking into his phone and squinting at the screen to make sure it heard him right.
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TOSHI AND AVIL OH IM BEING SPOILEDD
giggling and kicking my feet at my work desk rn, we’re sooooooo back hehe
S’trawberri’s Pokemon Team
I want to reply to some drafts after work, so like this & I’ll whip up a starter with S’trawberri for you. if you want a specific verse or setting or smth, just lmk !!
yotasuke's my blog and then yotasuke's your blog too while I'm at it.
in the new year, I really want to revisit the hobbies I’ve neglected for the last few years, so once this holiday season is over, I’ll try & really be back here
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are rp promos still a thing? </3 anyways…. indie rp blog here for two muses. crime-centered ish. open to any and all aus (i love aus). familiar with a wide variety of games, shows, literature, manga, anime etc. written by aziz 25+ ! (rbs are appreciated! feel free to give this a like so i can check out your blog)
hey if I come back fr and the only mf on my muse list is Gilbert Nightray, don’t say nothin
