i’ve been inspired by many on my dash so, since we’re mere days away from Christmas,
i’m going to make little “gifts” for people. this gift may look like: a moodboard for our muses, edits, graphics, etc – as presents to my mutuals in this lovely little rpc. if you’d like one, feel free to give this post a like or to message me personally, but i’ll definitely be making some as surprises, too!
i’m tired? at a normal hour? not 5am? wow, what a concept
i’ll be on tomorrow for replies when i get home from last-minute Christmas shopping!
send a word for a starter. feel free to combine prompts.
- ‘ dial ’ for a phone call starter
- ‘ beep ’ for a texting starter
- ‘ silence ’ for a nonverbal starter
- ‘ sun ’ for a good morning starter
- ‘ moon ’ for a goodnight starter
- ‘ care ’ for a sick starter
- ‘ hurt ’ for an injured starter
- ‘ zzz ’ for a tired starter
- ‘ recovery ’ for a hospital starter
- ‘ heart ’ for a caring starter
- ‘ onion ’ for an angsty starter
‘ trouble ’ for a worrisome starter
- ‘ boo ’ for a scared starter
- ‘ lull ’ for a comforting starter
- ‘ balloon ’ for a happy starter
- ‘ rawr ’ for a silly starter
- ‘ grump ’ for a bad mood starter
specify muse if you want, otherwise I’ll play muse roulette!
RPers, please reblog this if you’re okay with ICONLESS threads!
The hero shows up at the villain’s doorstep one night. They’re shivering, bleeding, scared. There’s also a slightly dazed look in their eyes– they were drugged. They look like they were assaulted. Looking up at the villain, swaying slightly as they’re close to passing out, they mumble “…didn’t know where else to go…” then collapse into the villain’s arms.
“She’ll be home before you know it, Sweetheart,” Tom cooed as they walked, his hand drawing comforting circles on her back once more. They were led into a small, private room situated in the Pediatric ER to await the doctor’s arrival. He was already fairly certain that her arm was broken, but they had to go through the normal checklist to ensure the diagnosis was correct. He pulled his phone from his pocket before he sat on the bed with Jesse cuddled next to him, a blanket wrapped around her. “Should we call Mama?” Tom wasn’t sure if she’d answer, especially given that she was out of town on a hunt. If anything, they’d leave a voicemail and get a call back later.
Anons from My Muses Children || Selectively Accepting
Tom’s hand drew comforting circles on her back as he carried her down the hallway. He knew that she was past the point of understanding and needed comfort. “The pictures will only take a few minutes, alright? Then we can give Mama a call and snuggle while we wait for the doctors to come talk to us. He turned into the darkened X-Ray room, letting the technician lay the heavy lead apron around him and Jesse. “Daddy’s going to hold your hand okay? I need you to trust me,” he said, looking her in the eyes. With that, Tom gently took her hand and laid it on the table in the proper position while the technician took the X-Ray. “See? All done. Let’s go give Mama a call.”
Anons from My Muses Children || Selectively Accepting
The urgency in her voice pulled at his heartstrings, and he let out a small sigh. “You know, Daddy isn’t always brave. It’s okay, to not be brave all the time. I know you want to go home, and we will. The doctors are going to take some pictures of your arm, and then you and I will give Mama a call, okay?” There was a twinkle of hope in his eyes. Hope that things would turn out. Hope that Cara wouldn’t rush home in worry. Hope that his daughter trusted him. He saw the nurse poke their head out and scan the room for him, and Tom nodded back to the nurse. “Alright. Time to go take those pictures,” he said gently, but very matter-of-factly as he stood up with his daughter in his arms.
Cisco backup