nina morietti

black widow oc. mun and muse are 21+ side blog for @lady-hawk-eye

[blackvipr]

[⚠️TW/CW: BLOG MAY MENTION/CONTAIN NSFW CONTENT SUCH AS DRUGS, BLOOD, VIOLENCE, VARIOUS WEAPONS, MENTAL HEALTH DISORDERS AND SEXUALLY SUGGESTIVE CONTENT. MINORS DNI⚠️]

RULES FOR INTERACTING (PLEASE READ)

Name: Nina Morietti

Alias/Codename: Black Viper

Age: 28 years old, born on 01/08/1997

Sexuality: Bisexual

Background:

Born in Italy, Nina Morietti's life was shattered at the young age of 6 when she was abducted by the Soviet Union and forcibly enrolled into the notorious Black Widow program. Trained in the brutal Red Room alongside her eventual partner, Yelena Belova, Nina endured relentless physical and psychological conditioning designed to create the perfect assassin. Unlike many Black Widows who lost their past to chemical subjugation, Nina's resilient mind preserved fragments of her childhood memories, fueling her internal struggle between obedience and identity. She considered Yelena not only a partner but also a rare friend amid the darkness of their shared captivity. When Yelena was freed from Dreykov's control and escaped the Red Room's clutches, Nina felt abandoned and betrayed, left behind to continue enduring the program's horrors alone. After the ultimate fall of Dreykov and the dismantling of the Red Room, Nina chose a solitary path. Though still haunted by the lingering effects of chemical conditioning— manifesting as anxiety, dissociation, and PTSD-she channels her trauma into a fierce resolve to protect the vulnerable.

Appearance:

5ft, 120/bs. Medium black hair and deep blue eyes. Toned, athletic build; light and quick on her feet.

Personality:

Calm and calculating: Always thinking several steps ahead, Nina rarely lets emotions cloud her judgment.

Wary of Strangers: Her trauma and past betrayals fuels a guarded nature, making trust a precious commodity.

Fiercely Loyal: Once someone earns her trust, she will go to great lengths to protect them.

Quiet Intensity: She carries a deep desire to defend those who cannot defend themselves, often putting their safety above her own.

Skills & Weapons:

Expert Hand-to-Hand Combatant: Master of multiple martial arts styles, blending brutal efficiency with stealthy precision.

Weapon Proficiency: Expert use of firearms, knives, and improvised weapons. Skilled in tactical gadgetry typical of espionage operatives.

Stealth and Espionage: Exceptional at infiltration, surveillance, and intelligence gathering. Can operate undetected in hostile environments.

Multilingual: Fluent in Italian, Russian, English and several other languages, enabling seamless undercover operations globally.

Enhanced Reflexes and Agility: Peak physical conditioning, allowing rapid reaction times, acrobatic feats, and evasion.

Gear: Custom black tactical suit reinforced with lightweight yet highly durable armor, equipped with retractable wrist blades and various concealed gadgets.

Relationships:

[ this is a secondary blog for @lady-hawk-eye , therefore all likes/follows will come from there ]

[occasionalrpmemes]

PSA: It’s ok if your muse doesn’t like my muse.

It’s ok if your muse gets angry at my muse. It’s ok if your muse doesn’t want to stay friends with my muse (or doesn’t want to make friends in the first place, or doesn’t want to keep up whatever relationship they have). You don’t need to force your muse out-of-character to keep them on friendly terms with mine. Conflict happens, and it’s ok if our muses run into conflict.

[your-fav-russian-assassin]

Maybe one day you’ll be, more than a machine learning how to please

[sattickate]

I am not a straight people.

Reblog if you are also not a straight people.

[blackvipr]

CLOSED RP

[ @yelena-realthunder-bolt ]

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD, WEAPONS/VIOLENCE, & SWEARING

The mission had gone sideways.

Too many bodies. Not enough silence.

Nina limped through the dim corridor of the abandoned safehouse, her thigh slick with dried blood, but her grip on the pistol was as steady as ever. She kept her weight light on the bad leg, pressing forward without pause.

Pain could wait. Rest could wait. And right now.. something didn't feel right.

Her breath came shallow, controlled. Her sharp eyes scanned every shadow like they owed her answers. She'd just burned a file that could've unraveled years of undercover work. The intel had cost her too much. And now, she wasn't alone.

The shift of air. The soft creak of a boot.

She felt it before she saw it.

Nina straightened immediately, gun rising in a blink, her limp barely slowing her. Her voice came low, hoarse from smoke and silence.

"Come out."

And when the figure stepped into view, she faltered. Just slightly. Her eyes wide for a second.

Her.

Slowly, Nina's jaw clenched.

Holding back whatever was twisting deep inside her.

Those familiar eyes. That same stance. Same precision. But older. Like a ghost she hadn't seen in the mirror in years.

"...Yelena."

The name left her lips like it hurt.

Nina didn't lower her weapon. Her aim dipped for a heartbeat, torn between disbelief and memory, before she brought it right back to Yelena's chest.

She couldn't slip.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She snapped angrily, her accent sharpening the edges. She took a slow, unsteady breath. Her leg burned, but she held her ground.

Not now.

Not with her standing there.

[yelena-realthunder-bolt]

Yelena didn’t move right away.

Her eyes traveled quickly over Nina. She noticed the blood on her thigh and the dirt on her jacket

And most notably the gun that she had pointed right at her. Yelena sighed Becasue she knew that Nina wouldn’t put it down

“Nina,” she said, her voice quieter than expected. Not surprised. Almost… tired.

She stepped forward into the light.

The second she knew Nina was back out and doing missions she couldn’t not go looking for her

“You’re bleeding…let me help you”

Yelena said completely half avoiding half ignoring Nina’s question of why she was even there.

She noticed how Nina’s jaw tightened and all she could do was tilt her head slightly studying the gun that was still trained on her heart.

Yelena took a step forwards. Her boots creaked and it echoed in the quiet room. Nina’s grip tightened on the gun and yet Yelena didn’t stop.

Another step forward.

The gun didn’t waver.

[blackvipr]

Nina didn’t lower the gun.

From Yelena’s perspective, it almost looked like Nina had turned to stone—every muscle locked into place, the weapon steady in her hand despite the blood running slowly down her thigh. But inside, Nina was anything but still.

The pain was there, sharp and insistent, but she ignored it the same way she ignored the dust clinging to her jacket and the dull pounding in her head. Her focus stayed on Yelena. Always on the threat.

Her finger rested near the trigger. Not pulling. Not relaxing either.

When Yelena stepped into the light, Nina’s jaw tightened just a fraction more. Of course it was her.

Of course she had come.

Nina’s eyes flicked over her quickly, assessing out of pure habit—hands, stance, distance, possible weapons. The calculation happened in less than a second. It always did.

But there was something else there too. Something harder to bury.

Yelena’s voice saying her name made something in Nina’s chest pull tight, and she hated that it did.

“Stop.”

Her voice came out low and controlled, colder than the room around them.

The gun never moved from Yelena’s chest.

Nina saw the moment Yelena noticed the blood, saw the concern in her expression, and it only made her grip tighten. Concern was dangerous. Concern made people hesitate.

And Nina could not afford hesitation.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Nina said flatly, but Yelena stepped forward anyway.

Nina’s arm tensed instantly, the barrel tracking her without the slightest shake.

“Another step,” Nina warned, her voice sharper now, the edge of real threat cutting through it, “and I will assume you’re a problem.”

She meant it. At least, she told herself she did.

But even as Yelena’s boots creaked against the floor and the distance between them shrank, Nina didn’t fire.

She just stood there—bleeding, exhausted, gun trained perfectly on the one person she couldn’t seem to make herself shoot.

[yelena-realthunder-bolt]

Yelena stopped dead in her tracks. Not because of the gun or anything but because she panicked

What if Nina really did pull the trigger? What if she really did hate her for good?

All real fears Becasue from just looking at her you could tell Nina was still dealing with the chemical subjectivity they used on the widows

Her eyes stayed on Nina’s gun for a second and then moved to her face.

“You would’ve done it already”

She didn’t mean to mock Nina but try and present herself as not a threat. Because she prayed deep down Nina knew she wasn’t

“I promise I didn’t come here to hurt you I just…”

Yelena paused. She knew that she needed to be careful with what words she would say next

“I was out on my own trying to be better and one of those things is finishing what my sister started”

She gave Nina a moment to think or attempt to process what she had just said. It felt like trying to gain the trust of a wild animal

“Look you’re hurt let me help. And then we can talk.”

She took both of her hands and gently removed the holster and utility belt she had on. She softly put them down to show she wasn’t a threat

Her heart had to be racing at least a million miles a second. She was scared for what Nina would do but also what she might to do her

Last yelena knew about her was that she was terminated. Yet the girl infront of her told another story.

[blackvipr]

Nina didn’t lower the gun.

Her grip stayed tight, though her arm trembled faintly from exhaustion and whatever remnants of chemicals still clawed at the edges of her mind. Her eyes flicked down briefly when Yelena set the holster and belt on the ground, watching every movement like a cornered animal deciding whether to bolt or strike.

For a long moment, she said nothing.

“You.. You shouldn’t be here,” Nina finally muttered, her voice rough and uneven. The gun was still aimed at Yelena’s chest, but it hadn’t fired. Not yet.

Her gaze searched Yelena’s face, suspicious, conflicted “They told me you were dead.”

Nina’s jaw tightened as pain shifted through her side, forcing a small, involuntary breath. The gun dipped only slightly before she steadied it again.

“If this is a trick,” She said quietly, “it’s not a good one.”

[yelena-realthunder-bolt]

Her breath caught ever so slightly. They were in the same boat. Both lied to and maybe lied to themselves

“I’m here I promise….im right here”

So she took another step forward. She couldn’t not just stay still. Her best friend, one of the only people she could turn too when she was a widow was right infront of her

“ they told me the same thing. I didn’t think anyone else made it out”

She could tell Nina was getting tried and off of whatever high she was on. The adrenaline was dying down In both of them

“Please put the gun down and let me help you”

She was more concerned with getting Nina help rather than her own safety at this point

[blackvipr]

Nina hesitated, the gun still raised though her grip had begun to weaken. The words hit her harder than she expected. The same lie. The same empty promise that no one else had made it out.

Her breathing was uneven now, the rush that had carried her this far slowly fading. Exhaustion crept in where adrenaline had once burned, and the throbbing pain from her still-bleeding leg was growing increasingly difficult to ignore.

Of course it was her. The one person who had kept Nina standing after everything—after she became a widow, after her world had fallen apart.

For a moment, Nina just stared at her.

“I thought you were gone too,” She admitted quietly.

The barrel of the gun dipped slightly, not lowered yet, but no longer aimed with the same certainty. Her shoulders sagged as the fight drained out of her.

“I didn’t know who to trust anymore.”

[blackvipr]

CLOSED RP

[ @yelena-realthunder-bolt ]

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD, WEAPONS/VIOLENCE, & SWEARING

The mission had gone sideways.

Too many bodies. Not enough silence.

Nina limped through the dim corridor of the abandoned safehouse, her thigh slick with dried blood, but her grip on the pistol was as steady as ever. She kept her weight light on the bad leg, pressing forward without pause.

Pain could wait. Rest could wait. And right now.. something didn't feel right.

Her breath came shallow, controlled. Her sharp eyes scanned every shadow like they owed her answers. She'd just burned a file that could've unraveled years of undercover work. The intel had cost her too much. And now, she wasn't alone.

The shift of air. The soft creak of a boot.

She felt it before she saw it.

Nina straightened immediately, gun rising in a blink, her limp barely slowing her. Her voice came low, hoarse from smoke and silence.

"Come out."

And when the figure stepped into view, she faltered. Just slightly. Her eyes wide for a second.

Her.

Slowly, Nina's jaw clenched.

Holding back whatever was twisting deep inside her.

Those familiar eyes. That same stance. Same precision. But older. Like a ghost she hadn't seen in the mirror in years.

"...Yelena."

The name left her lips like it hurt.

Nina didn't lower her weapon. Her aim dipped for a heartbeat, torn between disbelief and memory, before she brought it right back to Yelena's chest.

She couldn't slip.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She snapped angrily, her accent sharpening the edges. She took a slow, unsteady breath. Her leg burned, but she held her ground.

Not now.

Not with her standing there.

[yelena-realthunder-bolt]

Yelena didn’t move right away.

Her eyes traveled quickly over Nina. She noticed the blood on her thigh and the dirt on her jacket

And most notably the gun that she had pointed right at her. Yelena sighed Becasue she knew that Nina wouldn’t put it down

“Nina,” she said, her voice quieter than expected. Not surprised. Almost… tired.

She stepped forward into the light.

The second she knew Nina was back out and doing missions she couldn’t not go looking for her

“You’re bleeding…let me help you”

Yelena said completely half avoiding half ignoring Nina’s question of why she was even there.

She noticed how Nina’s jaw tightened and all she could do was tilt her head slightly studying the gun that was still trained on her heart.

Yelena took a step forwards. Her boots creaked and it echoed in the quiet room. Nina’s grip tightened on the gun and yet Yelena didn’t stop.

Another step forward.

The gun didn’t waver.

[blackvipr]

Nina didn’t lower the gun.

From Yelena’s perspective, it almost looked like Nina had turned to stone—every muscle locked into place, the weapon steady in her hand despite the blood running slowly down her thigh. But inside, Nina was anything but still.

The pain was there, sharp and insistent, but she ignored it the same way she ignored the dust clinging to her jacket and the dull pounding in her head. Her focus stayed on Yelena. Always on the threat.

Her finger rested near the trigger. Not pulling. Not relaxing either.

When Yelena stepped into the light, Nina’s jaw tightened just a fraction more. Of course it was her.

Of course she had come.

Nina’s eyes flicked over her quickly, assessing out of pure habit—hands, stance, distance, possible weapons. The calculation happened in less than a second. It always did.

But there was something else there too. Something harder to bury.

Yelena’s voice saying her name made something in Nina’s chest pull tight, and she hated that it did.

“Stop.”

Her voice came out low and controlled, colder than the room around them.

The gun never moved from Yelena’s chest.

Nina saw the moment Yelena noticed the blood, saw the concern in her expression, and it only made her grip tighten. Concern was dangerous. Concern made people hesitate.

And Nina could not afford hesitation.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Nina said flatly, but Yelena stepped forward anyway.

Nina’s arm tensed instantly, the barrel tracking her without the slightest shake.

“Another step,” Nina warned, her voice sharper now, the edge of real threat cutting through it, “and I will assume you’re a problem.”

She meant it. At least, she told herself she did.

But even as Yelena’s boots creaked against the floor and the distance between them shrank, Nina didn’t fire.

She just stood there—bleeding, exhausted, gun trained perfectly on the one person she couldn’t seem to make herself shoot.

[yelena-realthunder-bolt]

Yelena stopped dead in her tracks. Not because of the gun or anything but because she panicked

What if Nina really did pull the trigger? What if she really did hate her for good?

All real fears Becasue from just looking at her you could tell Nina was still dealing with the chemical subjectivity they used on the widows

Her eyes stayed on Nina’s gun for a second and then moved to her face.

“You would’ve done it already”

She didn’t mean to mock Nina but try and present herself as not a threat. Because she prayed deep down Nina knew she wasn’t

“I promise I didn’t come here to hurt you I just…”

Yelena paused. She knew that she needed to be careful with what words she would say next

“I was out on my own trying to be better and one of those things is finishing what my sister started”

She gave Nina a moment to think or attempt to process what she had just said. It felt like trying to gain the trust of a wild animal

“Look you’re hurt let me help. And then we can talk.”

She took both of her hands and gently removed the holster and utility belt she had on. She softly put them down to show she wasn’t a threat

Her heart had to be racing at least a million miles a second. She was scared for what Nina would do but also what she might to do her

Last yelena knew about her was that she was terminated. Yet the girl infront of her told another story.

[blackvipr]

Nina didn’t lower the gun.

Her grip stayed tight, though her arm trembled faintly from exhaustion and whatever remnants of chemicals still clawed at the edges of her mind. Her eyes flicked down briefly when Yelena set the holster and belt on the ground, watching every movement like a cornered animal deciding whether to bolt or strike.

For a long moment, she said nothing.

“You.. You shouldn’t be here,” Nina finally muttered, her voice rough and uneven. The gun was still aimed at Yelena’s chest, but it hadn’t fired. Not yet.

Her gaze searched Yelena’s face, suspicious, conflicted “They told me you were dead.”

Nina’s jaw tightened as pain shifted through her side, forcing a small, involuntary breath. The gun dipped only slightly before she steadied it again.

“If this is a trick,” She said quietly, “it’s not a good one.”

[blackvipr]

CLOSED RP

[ @yelena-realthunder-bolt ]

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD, WEAPONS/VIOLENCE, & SWEARING

The mission had gone sideways.

Too many bodies. Not enough silence.

Nina limped through the dim corridor of the abandoned safehouse, her thigh slick with dried blood, but her grip on the pistol was as steady as ever. She kept her weight light on the bad leg, pressing forward without pause.

Pain could wait. Rest could wait. And right now.. something didn't feel right.

Her breath came shallow, controlled. Her sharp eyes scanned every shadow like they owed her answers. She'd just burned a file that could've unraveled years of undercover work. The intel had cost her too much. And now, she wasn't alone.

The shift of air. The soft creak of a boot.

She felt it before she saw it.

Nina straightened immediately, gun rising in a blink, her limp barely slowing her. Her voice came low, hoarse from smoke and silence.

"Come out."

And when the figure stepped into view, she faltered. Just slightly. Her eyes wide for a second.

Her.

Slowly, Nina's jaw clenched.

Holding back whatever was twisting deep inside her.

Those familiar eyes. That same stance. Same precision. But older. Like a ghost she hadn't seen in the mirror in years.

"...Yelena."

The name left her lips like it hurt.

Nina didn't lower her weapon. Her aim dipped for a heartbeat, torn between disbelief and memory, before she brought it right back to Yelena's chest.

She couldn't slip.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She snapped angrily, her accent sharpening the edges. She took a slow, unsteady breath. Her leg burned, but she held her ground.

Not now.

Not with her standing there.

[yelena-realthunder-bolt]

Yelena didn’t move right away.

Her eyes traveled quickly over Nina. She noticed the blood on her thigh and the dirt on her jacket

And most notably the gun that she had pointed right at her. Yelena sighed Becasue she knew that Nina wouldn’t put it down

“Nina,” she said, her voice quieter than expected. Not surprised. Almost… tired.

She stepped forward into the light.

The second she knew Nina was back out and doing missions she couldn’t not go looking for her

“You’re bleeding…let me help you”

Yelena said completely half avoiding half ignoring Nina’s question of why she was even there.

She noticed how Nina’s jaw tightened and all she could do was tilt her head slightly studying the gun that was still trained on her heart.

Yelena took a step forwards. Her boots creaked and it echoed in the quiet room. Nina’s grip tightened on the gun and yet Yelena didn’t stop.

Another step forward.

The gun didn’t waver.

[blackvipr]

Nina didn’t lower the gun.

From Yelena’s perspective, it almost looked like Nina had turned to stone—every muscle locked into place, the weapon steady in her hand despite the blood running slowly down her thigh. But inside, Nina was anything but still.

The pain was there, sharp and insistent, but she ignored it the same way she ignored the dust clinging to her jacket and the dull pounding in her head. Her focus stayed on Yelena. Always on the threat.

Her finger rested near the trigger. Not pulling. Not relaxing either.

When Yelena stepped into the light, Nina’s jaw tightened just a fraction more. Of course it was her.

Of course she had come.

Nina’s eyes flicked over her quickly, assessing out of pure habit—hands, stance, distance, possible weapons. The calculation happened in less than a second. It always did.

But there was something else there too. Something harder to bury.

Yelena’s voice saying her name made something in Nina’s chest pull tight, and she hated that it did.

“Stop.”

Her voice came out low and controlled, colder than the room around them.

The gun never moved from Yelena’s chest.

Nina saw the moment Yelena noticed the blood, saw the concern in her expression, and it only made her grip tighten. Concern was dangerous. Concern made people hesitate.

And Nina could not afford hesitation.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Nina said flatly, but Yelena stepped forward anyway.

Nina’s arm tensed instantly, the barrel tracking her without the slightest shake.

“Another step,” Nina warned, her voice sharper now, the edge of real threat cutting through it, “and I will assume you’re a problem.”

She meant it. At least, she told herself she did.

But even as Yelena’s boots creaked against the floor and the distance between them shrank, Nina didn’t fire.

She just stood there—bleeding, exhausted, gun trained perfectly on the one person she couldn’t seem to make herself shoot.

[blackvipr]

CLOSED RP

[ @yelena-realthunder-bolt ]

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD, WEAPONS/VIOLENCE, & SWEARING

The mission had gone sideways.

Too many bodies. Not enough silence.

Nina limped through the dim corridor of the abandoned safehouse, her thigh slick with dried blood, but her grip on the pistol was as steady as ever. She kept her weight light on the bad leg, pressing forward without pause.

Pain could wait. Rest could wait. And right now.. something didn't feel right.

Her breath came shallow, controlled. Her sharp eyes scanned every shadow like they owed her answers. She'd just burned a file that could've unraveled years of undercover work. The intel had cost her too much. And now, she wasn't alone.

The shift of air. The soft creak of a boot.

She felt it before she saw it.

Nina straightened immediately, gun rising in a blink, her limp barely slowing her. Her voice came low, hoarse from smoke and silence.

"Come out."

And when the figure stepped into view, she faltered. Just slightly. Her eyes wide for a second.

Her.

Slowly, Nina's jaw clenched.

Holding back whatever was twisting deep inside her.

Those familiar eyes. That same stance. Same precision. But older. Like a ghost she hadn't seen in the mirror in years.

"...Yelena."

The name left her lips like it hurt.

Nina didn't lower her weapon. Her aim dipped for a heartbeat, torn between disbelief and memory, before she brought it right back to Yelena's chest.

She couldn't slip.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She snapped angrily, her accent sharpening the edges. She took a slow, unsteady breath. Her leg burned, but she held her ground.

Not now.

Not with her standing there.

[formerlyluckymanticore]

Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.

[walksemdown]

NANCY WHEELER.

hawkins’ local gun wielding bisexual hot mess. virgo sun. sour and sweet. responsibly reckless. walk ‘em down wheeler, nance, princess.

|| mun/admin is 30. they/them out of character. nsfw & dark themes may be present and is welcomed. all genders, as long as you’re 18+, are welcome to interact with nancy — 21+ for romantic or nsfw. ageless blogs will be blocked, i’m sorry! ||

[starlitkai]

writing dialogue? easy.

describing where everyone’s standing during that dialogue and adding action tags? impossible.

[hopeful-stormy]

Don't call me out like this.

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

lazy roleplayer symbol meme

Send in a symbol and I’ll:

@ : reply to one of your open starters

?? : write you a starter

+ : go through the memes you’ve reblogged and send one in

!!! : write a headcanon about our muses

% : write a drabble about our muses

$$$ : go through your wishlist tag and write a starter based on one of the posts

♬ : write a starter based on your blog music

… : write a headcanon based on one of the aus in your verse page

^^ : go through your muse’s aesthetic tag and write a starter based on one of the posts

# : write a headcanon based on one of your side muses / npcs

[fairycosmos]

i feel like ive missed out on so much in life. i wish i had been born different. there’s so much grief in this feeling

[blackvipr]

// thinking of changing my faceclaim again. I love Ruby Rose, and she fits my aesthetic perfectly, but she's a little too old looking for my oc and I need someone a bit younger looking 😩

[blackvipr]

// ended up changing it. let me know what y'all think 👉🏻👈🏻

[were-lookingforyuri]

still hot!!!!

[blackvipr]

// thank youu! 🥹

[blackvipr]

// thinking of changing my faceclaim again. I love Ruby Rose, and she fits my aesthetic perfectly, but she's a little too old looking for my oc and I need someone a bit younger looking 😩

[blackvipr]

// ended up changing it. let me know what y'all think 👉🏻👈🏻

[blackvipr]

// thinking of changing my faceclaim again. I love Ruby Rose, and she fits my aesthetic perfectly, but she's a little too old looking for my oc and I need someone a bit younger looking 😩

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts.  」     SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.