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rp-memes-atyourservice :

Touch my muse. Be descriptive or simple, tender or violent, fond or hateful - anything goes.

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🏳️‍🌈✨happy pride ✨🏳️‍🌈

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Reblog if you’re a roleplayer who suffers from anxiety

Sometimes, it’s not a lack of muse or short attention span or lack of time. Sometimes we’re too afraid to write out the reply we had in mind in fear it’s inadequate or written too fast. Then we send replies days, or even weeks, later that we had thought out in our mind since the beginning. 

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Send a word for your muse to find my muse in a certain state.

Mostly angsty stuff, but feel free to add your own.

Tears - Find my muse crying.

Rest - Find my muse sound asleep.

Dream - Find my muse moving in their sleep due to a dream or nightmare.

Bleed - Find my muse injured.

Drink - Find my muse drunk.

Collapse - Find my muse blacked-out on the ground.

Leaving - Find my muse dying.

Grave - Find my muse dead.

Fear - Find my muse panicking about something.

Hide - Find my muse hiding from something or someone.

Anger - Find my muse very angry.

Escape - Find my muse trying to run away from something or someone.

Toxic - Find my muse poisoned.

Bruise - Find my muse badly beaten up. 

Freeze - Find my muse trying to keep warm in the cold.

Battle - Find my muse in the middle of a fight with someone or something.

Saw - Find my muse getting a limb amputated. 

Cough - Find my muse coughing out blood.

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people: didn’t you just had a giveaway less than half a year ago?? me: but i gained +-140 followers since then??

but mainly because i’m ‘accidentally’ attending Sherlocked USA in LA next weekend, and to commemorate that i somehow have 800+ followers now, here’s a raffle for you lovely people to win yourself:

(1) A4 CHARACTER POSTER SIGNED BY ATTENDING ACTOR OF YOUR CHOICE

(1) -insert whatever cool stuff i might get from the con-

RULES:

1) autograph choice of Rupert Graves ‘Lestrade’, Sian Brooke ‘Eurus’ and Louise Brealey ‘Molly’. however, there is only one of each so you must claim your choice either in comment/im or when you win. 2) you must be a roleplay blog. if you’re a sideblog, reblogging may work better. 3) you must be following me as of 17 May 2018 03:00 PST. blogs that follow after do not count. this is to prevent people from following me purely for the giveaway. 4) reblog and like each counts as 1 chance. multiple reblogs and likes do not count. i would also prefer if you only use one blog if you have multiples so that everyone gets even chance. i will have no control however if you choose to gather your friends to help you win this. just be fair! 5) if you have already won something in the last raffle, you’re not eligible. sorry :( 6) raffle ends on 25 May 2018 00:00 PST. you will be contacted morning after if you win, and you will have only 12 hours to respond in order to secure your prize.

thanks for your support, i’ll try to be more active soon. ❤ ❤ ❤

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Basic Angst Starters

because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.

“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don���t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.

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Update

I’ve updated the pages on my blog. Have a look ^~^

| Behind the Blog | About Delta | Rules | NSFW | 

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A nod was only Sherlock’s response, mentally making notes about her demands for this session to work. It was hardly therapy of course. God, he didn’t even know what this was. He wasn’t even sure what help would this bring for him as a person even as a consulting detective. Surely there’s several pieces of his memories missing throughout the months that he came back but it never made him feel incapacitated. He was still functional, except for the sleepless nights and occasional night terrors. Something that he wasn’t ready to disclose to anyone yet.

Four hours of sleep huh? Easy for others to do, but Sherlock wasn’t exactly like other people now, was he? Two hours seemed to be a difficult task sometimes, let alone bloody four hours. With a mind like him that moves like clockwork, the only thing that would put him to sleep would be exhaustion both his mind and body for almost 48 to 72 hours to get at least a hopeful rest for a few hours.

Calling Mycroft as older Holmes did put a bit of smile on his face however but it eventually turned into a frown as a faceless image of a man began to loom inside his mind. “Calling him as the older Holmes would make me think that he’s my father.” Though surely, it wasn’t her concern. When she already left the building, he picked up the card she left behind. Delta, huh? Such an unusual name. Eventually, he fished his mobile out of his pocket to send him a text with his very own signature on it.

Early but most likely not brightly. See you on Friday. SH

Walking towards the window, Sherlock watched silently as the black car – definitely from Mycroft – sped away.

Delta saved Sherlock’s number as soon as his text message came through. She didn’t bother texting back, besides immediately questioned by the older brother. After her short meeting with Mycroft she was dropped off at her next appointment. The rest of the afternoon went smoothly enough and she headed back to her flat and threw herself into research about amnesia, trying to familiarize herself with the condition and how to help patients. 

She woke on Friday morning feeling confident that she could possible help Sherlock but she didn’t hold those hopes to high. He has already proven to pretty difficult to work with. But that hasn’t stopped her before. By 7:15 she was showered, dressed, and out the door with her medical bag. She chose not to put on her regular attire (nursing scrubs) so a floral dress, kitten heels and her coat would have to do. Mycroft had expressed that these appointments must be as discreet as possible. 

  I’m on my way to Baker Street. 

She put her mobile back into her coat pocket and proceeded to walk down the sidewalk, refusing  to take the car that was sitting on the curb. She had to deal with one stubborn Holmes today, she wasn’t going to make it two. Besides she didn’t need to be chauffeured to and from Baker Street, she quite capable to do it herself. 

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Reblog if you're 18+

AND DON’T LIE.

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Cuddle Memes

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Delta nodded as she listened to the rather reasonable terms the patient laid out. "Very well then. I will have to rearrange my schedule, but it will work," She replied folding her hands on her lap as well as crossing her ankles. "I shall arrive to our appointments at 8 in the morning and leave before lunch," She said, gloved fingers tapping her thigh. "I only ask that you are rested and have eaten something before our sessions, the minimum of four hours of sleep. I can't get proper readings if my subject is exhausted and hungry. ” She still didn't really have a grasp at what Sherlock did for a living and her curiosity was tingling at the back of her mind. She decided it was best not to test her luck though, she was just given permission to come back to Baker Street. A soft pinging of her mobile brought her back from her questions. She stood once more, bag in hand and moved to the door. She needed to gather research and prepare for their next appointment. 

"I must be off now, I have several other patients to see and an older Holmes to deal with," Her lips curved into a small smile. "It was a pleasure Mr. Holmes and I will see you Friday, bright and early." She opened the door and stepped out but turned back to look at her new patient. "My personal number is on card, please send me a text so I have your number, ta!" She called before shutting the door, climbed down the stairs and pushed out of 221B. Mycroft's car sat perched on the curb – just as she expected. A nameless minion opened the car door for her and she got in.  

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“Very well then,” Delta responded then moved around Sherlock, back into the siting room. She was still a bit uncertain about him letting her stay, but she was going to take her chance-she was there to help after all. She placed her bag next to the wooden chair once more but didn’t sit, instead she moved around the small sitting area. Her eyes immediately landing on the skull perched on the mantel. She hummed clearly intrigued and let her gloved index finger run across the shelf, just below the skull.  

“What are your terms then Mr. Holmes?” She pressed, walking back over to the chair and sat down, removing the business card first. She put the card onto the coffee table, which was bound to be forgotten about among the clutter. 

“Monday, Wednesday and Friday. You are to come here in the morning as I have clients in the afternoon. Weekends are your free time, unless I am dealing with an important thing which could last for days to a week depending on the urgency or the complexity of my work.” Sherlock began to lay out the terms he wanted without waiting for the woman to take a seat. He allowed her to do whatever she wanted, however, his eyes remain fixed as she began to focus on the skull sitting on the mantel.

“Send me a text whenever you are on your way here, and I will send you a text if I am unavailable to see you. I’d rather not have you coming to my flat only to find that I am not here. It will be a waste of time on your part. You?”

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two word starters

“ please don’t ”

“ i’m sorry ”

“ trust me ”

“ fuck off ”

“ don’t go ”

“ please stay ”

“ i tried ”

“ you’re wrong ”

“ you’re right ”

“ i know ”

“ don’t run ”

“ go away ”

“ don’t stop ”

“ it’s hard ”

“ don’t cry ”

“ we can’t ”

“ calm down ”

“ i’m scared ”

“ make me ”

“ wanna bet ? ”

“ run away ”

“ don’t look ”

“ i promise ”

“ try harder ”

“ believe me ”

“ don’t move ”

“ you’re mean ”

“ i’m cold ”

“ you’re beautiful ”

“ hold me ”

“ let me ”

“ come here ”

“ shut up ”

“ fuck off ”

“ it’s complicated ”

“ you’re okay ” 

“ wake up ! “

“ you’re on “

“ i’m pregnant “

“ you’re sick “

“ how long ? “

“ what happened ? “

“ stop it “

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~Nurse is in~ 

Has your muse been recently injured or in need of medical assistance? Well you’ve scrolled upon the right post. Delta is a skilled RN and is very willing to help anyone in need of medical attention or medical after-care. Are you unable to leave your flat? No problem this nurse also makes house calls! 

Inbox me lets discuss a plot or shoot me a message on discord. 

username in the tags

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“Very well then,” Delta responded then moved around Sherlock, back into the siting room. She was still a bit uncertain about him letting her stay, but she was going to take her chance-she was there to help after all. She placed her bag next to the wooden chair once more but didn’t sit, instead she moved around the small sitting area. Her eyes immediately landing on the skull perched on the mantel. She hummed clearly intrigued and let her gloved index finger run across the shelf, just below the skull.  

“What are your terms then Mr. Holmes?” She pressed, walking back over to the chair and sat down, removing the business card first. She put the card onto the coffee table, which was bound to be forgotten about among the clutter. 

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Delta couldn’t hold back her flinch when Sherlock appeared suddenly and  blocked the door in front of her. She took a few slow breaths to still her hammering pulse. “You’re brother was very admit on telling me as little as possible,” she started, moving the bag to her other hand. “He told me the basics; age, height, weight. Also you have memory issues, amnesia. I know you did consult with NSY but about what, I couldn’t tell you.” 

Having such little information about her newest patient was very frustrating. She needed to know more to diagnose and help the patient to recover, but this was ‘highest priority’ and Mycroft of course would pay handsomely. IF Sherlock agreed. 

“I am here to make sure you are not regressing to your previous state of complete memory loss. Also to check your overall health and provide any care that you need, including helping you remember,” Delta replied, looking at the man before her. She wanted to explain more but she didn’t want to waste her breath if he was just going to say ‘no’ and shove her out onto Baker Street. 

Sherlock drew a long breath before motioning his hand for the Delta to go back inside the sitting room. Mycroft wouldn’t stop even if he dismiss her now and he knew that fact. “Mycroft will continue to send someone here until I agree to this.” Letting another sigh, words finally came out of his lips. “Get back inside and let’s set a few terms before agreeing to this.”

He went inside first, going to the kitchen to prepare another cup of coffee and a cup of tea for her. It did allow him enough time to look at this logically instead of allowing his anger to him.

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Delta couldn’t hold back her flinch when Sherlock appeared suddenly and  blocked the door in front of her. She took a few slow breaths to still her hammering pulse. “You’re brother was very admit on telling me as little as possible,” she started, moving the bag to her other hand. “He told me the basics; age, height, weight. Also you have memory issues, amnesia. I know you did consult with NSY but about what, I couldn’t tell you.” 

Having such little information about her newest patient was very frustrating. She needed to know more to diagnose and help the patient to recover, but this was ‘highest priority’ and Mycroft of course would pay handsomely. IF Sherlock agreed. 

“I am here to make sure you are not regressing to your previous state of complete memory loss. Also to check your overall health and provide any care that you need, including helping you remember,” Delta replied, looking at the man before her. She wanted to explain more but she didn’t want to waste her breath if he was just going to say ‘no’ and shove her out onto Baker Street. 

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Delta watched Sherlock leave the room, her own anger rising. Not towards the clearly upset patient but the other Holmes. She couldn’t understand why the elder brother had called her for this job anyway. Only working with Mycroft a few times before she was rather shocked when she received the call from him. Mycroft gave her very little information on how to handle Sherlock and when she would pry, he’d repeat “Need to know, and this my dear is need to know.”

She sighed audibly as she stood up picking up her bag. After fishing out her business card she placed it carefully on the seat of the wooden chair she just got up from.

“Mr. Holmes, I do have to apologize. You’re brother..” She paused – not wanting to appear agitated. “Means well, but I assure you my intentions are pure.” She finished looking in the direction of the kitchen.

Delta wanted to help and would do anything in her power to provide the care the patient needed and wanted. But the patient needed to cooperate and clearly Sherlock Holmes would be very uncooperative. She turned to leave knowing that a black car would be waiting on the curb.

Sherlock placed the cup in the sink and stood there for a moment. Eyes pressed closed, he spoke. “Wait.” If the woman leaves the flat, Mycroft would send another one by tomorrow or by next week soonest. His older brother kept hiring people left and right the moment he was back in Baker Street, when he refused to stay home at their parents in Sussex. Truly, he didn’t need help especially if it came from his very own older brother. However, it was beginning to be exhausting.

He has to commend her though. By far, she had the calmest demeanor from the people he talked to. Walking to the other door, he blocked her way before she could go downstairs. “What did Mycroft tell you about me?” He wanted to know the extent of the information she has before considering things. “And what kind of help are you supposed to provide?”

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“ S’Okay,” she responded, voice husky with sleep. Delta looked up at him, blinking a few times. She reached up pushing her messy red hair out of her face giving him a soft smile in return. 

“Please,” she pulled the duvet back up to her shoulders, a shiver rolling through her body from the loss of body heat the other provided. “That would be lovely.”

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“Ohh– hey, sorry, didn’t mean to wake you…” Keeping his voice soft, he offered an apologetic smile and tugged on a shirt.

“Was jus’ gonna make a coffee… D’you want one?”

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guYS IF WE’RE MUTUALS AND YOUR MUSE RANDOMLY WANTS TO TALK TO MINE, TAG. ME. IN. A. STARTER. I WILL REPLY BECAUSE I LOVE RANDOM STARTERS AND CUTE SHIT AND JUST MY MUSE BEING THROWN IN A SITUATION WHERE THEY’RE LIKE “WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?!?! WHO THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?!?! WHY THE FUCK ARE WE DOING THIS?!?!” BECAUSE ITS THE BEST THING EVER. So yknow yeah. Tag me in shit.