Horror muses

Something’s Wrong With My Muse

“Oh, God, you’re bleeding. You’re bleeding a lot.”

“Stop squirming, I’m trying to help.”

“Hang on, I got you.”

“Just lean on me, I’ll help you walk.”

“We should get that looked at.”

“Don’t tilt your head back, you’ll make your nosebleed worse!”

“Just sit up and breathe, ok?”

“Eh, you’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”

“Whatever you do, don’t go to sleep. Stay awake.”

“Oooooo. That looks painful.”

“Oh, thank God! Don’t scare me like that!”

“How the hell did you do this to yourself?”

“Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?”

“You stopped breathing.”

“Oh look, it’s alive.”

“Take deep breaths, you’ll be fine.”

“Arms shouldn’t move like that…”

“What happened to your leg?!”

“Yep, that’s broken alright. How’d you manage that?”

“Here’s some ice for that.”

“You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Yeesh, you look like shit.”

“Wait, you were mugged?!”

“Is that a stab/gunshot wound?”

“Ok, ew. I’m not cleaning that up.”

“Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head.”

“You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn’t be moving around too much if I were you.”

“I thought you were dead!”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?”

“Can you walk on your own?”

“You’re getting blood on my clothes!”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

Something’s Wrong With Your Muse

“Is that three fingers you’re holding up?”

“I’m so sorry for getting blood on your clothes!”

“I’m not sure I can walk on my own.”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, my pain’s at least an 8.”

“You thought I was dead?”

“Do you think I have a concussion?”

“I hit my head; now I don’t feel so good.”

“I’m so sorry. Do you mind cleaning up?”

“I think I’ve been stabbed/shot.”

“I just got mugged!”

“Do I look as bad as I feel?”

“Could I maybe get an ice pack for this?”

“Thank you, by the way.”

“I think my leg is broken.”

“I can’t feel my arm.”

“I’m going to need more than deep breathing to calm me down.”

“I’m not dead yet!”

“Oh, God, I’m bleeding. I’m bleeding a lot.”

“Are you really trying to help?”

“Please help me.”

“Can I lean on you? I don’t think I can walk.”

“I think I need to get this looked at.”

“I can’t get my nose to stop bleeding!”

“I can’t seem to catch my breath.”

“I’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”

“Please help me stay awake.”

“This hurts just as much as it looks like it does.”

“Sorry - did I scare you?”

“I don’t know how I managed to do this to myself.”

“I don’t know if I can stay awake.”

“I stopped breathing?”

The restaurant I worked at closed permanently due to covid, and I've been working at a different restaurant for the last few months. I got a cat! He's the best! I can share pictures if anyone is interested. I got my first tattoo. :O I can share that, too.

I‘m sure you all know, but this is a sideblog.  The main blog that it’s attached to has been flagged as explicit.  Here are some things that happen if your blog is flagged explicit:

You aren’t allowed to change your icon or header to anything but tumblr’s defaults.

You aren’t allowed to change your settings to unflag your blog.  You have to actually request a review (which I did).

I just…am so far beyond disgusted right now.  My original plan was to stick around on tumblr no matter what after I came back from the log out protest, but now I’m thinking I’ll take a break at the very least, at least until this bullshit is sorted out.  I’ve already deleted the app from my phone (again, probably only temporarily). 

I‘m sure you all know, but this is a sideblog.  The main blog that it’s attached to has been flagged as explicit.  Here are some things that happen if your blog is flagged explicit:

You aren’t allowed to change your icon or header to anything but tumblr’s defaults.

You aren’t allowed to change your settings to unflag your blog.  You have to actually request a review (which I did).

I just…am so far beyond disgusted right now.  My original plan was to stick around on tumblr no matter what after I came back from the log out protest, but now I’m thinking I’ll take a break at the very least, at least until this bullshit is sorted out.  I’ve already deleted the app from my phone (again, probably only temporarily). 

I know a lot of people are talking about alternatives, whether it’s because they actually intend to leave tumblr or they just want to have a backup plan just in case.

My Bucky has a dreamwidth account (linked here), but none of my other characters do. I’m pretty sure none of you have dreamwidth anyway, but if any of you want to play on there, let me know. I don’t have a discord, but since judging by my dash that seems to be the preferred alternative/backup plan, I’m thinking I’ll get one. I’ll post about it when it happens.

for @tamingwinter

Stepping into his old house–into his father’s house–felt uncomfortable.  Aside from the memories it brought up, there was something voyeuristic about it.  Seeing firsthand the way his father had lived really drove home how far the man had slipped in his later days.  

The power was out when he returned to the house that night.  He managed to find a flashlight, and went into the basement to look for the fuse box.  When he got the lights on, he turned…and saw a cage.

I’m back to working five nights a week at the restaurant

I also just started my new quarter at school and have at least one class three days a week