this was a failure.. for one of us

Apex Legends Caustic Rp blog Private/Selective.

[erodingcoil-blog]

024. — Step on my muse’s fingers

The air was still, no one dared make a move. Thrill coursing through his veins. Every second more exhilarating than the last.The final two squads, it was borderline intoxicating.Tensions were high, eyes darting left and right for any enemy movement.It’s sudden a grenade crashing through the window, doors blown off with a single EMP blast. Their defenses laid to waste instantaneously. Gas canisters encasing them- momentarily guarding his team against stray shots. Ring hot on their heels forcing both teams outside.With a shotgun blast, Caustic’s sent crashing into the railing. The impact knocks the air out of him stirring a hoarse cough from his lungs. A swift kick to the chest sends Caustic over the railing. Molten rock digs into his side, his head cracking against the rock. Gas canisters and heavy gear clatter.Within moments his squad is downed before his eyes. Caustic reaches for a grenade, but before he’s given the chance Crypto strikes. Boot crushing his wrist and fingers with one stomp. Cryptos visage keeps his true intentions under lock and key. 

The gun reloading rings loud in Caustics ears, but Cryptos’ words ring louder.“Now, no one will remember who you are.”

[myersin-a-blog]

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to : 

001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse.  003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object.  005. — Throw something large at my muse.  006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm.  018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood.  029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

[erodingcoil-blog]

' been waiting long? '

Conditions weren’t as optimal as he’d like, but unpredictable occurrences made for fascinating results. He’d much rather be hauled up in a bunker than dragged out onto the vapid hillside. But there’s a tactical advantage to having the high ground, albeit insecure.

Gunfire is boisterous. Two shots are all it takes, the satisfaction of broken armor fractured by shotgun bullets.

Fascinating he thinks.

It’s the rush of bullets dancing past his head. Shouts of fellow colleagues announcing that yet another team is attacking. And the unfortunate precision of an arc star striking Caustic in the back.The impact alone sets off nearby canisters- toxic fumes flying. Caustic is sent crashing down the hill, rocks digging into his side. The force of the fall dislodges his respirator unleashing a violent coughing streak in its wake. Copper bites at his throat with every rasp. Pain sharp and dragging before contorting into a dull ache.He’s allowed a momentary reprieve before a violent strike to the back. Eyes full of irritation as he veers around instinctively tossing a gas canister before throwing a calculated punch.If he is to go down Caustic would graciously drag them down along with him. The enemy before him coughs, hands wrapped around their throat.  Life slipping from their eyes until-His experiment brought to a premature end. With a single shot.Mirage’s cheery tone is thundering; dull headache on the rise. Begrudgingly Caustic takes the offered hand. “Pity.” Voice horse as he speaks. “I longed to see the conclusion.”  A wheeze whips through his chest. “I suppose you were helpful..in the end.”

[plotbunnie]

Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

[vhsmeme]

* first blood starters

first blood is a novel by david morrell. tw: guns and blood. 

‘ you shouldn’t be walking around. ’

‘ i don’t like being stared at. ’

‘ you’ve got to rest. take it easy. ’

‘ how did i get here? ’

‘ now i want you to stop talking and save your strength. ’

‘ leave me alone! i mean it! ’

‘ we have to stop the bleeding. ’

‘ keep your fucking hands off me. ’

‘ all right, play it tough if you want. ’

‘ let me be. ’

‘ i don’t feel a thing. ’

‘ but it’s the little things that make a town what it is, that you can watch to make it safe. ’

‘ you’re not tired. you’re afraid. ’

‘ i’m just not happy unless i get miserable every once in a while. ’

‘ that’s the last thing you have to worry about. ’

‘ i just was sorry. ’ 

‘ who does? ’

‘ try and remember. ’

‘ that’s very funny. ’

‘ hold still. ’ 

‘ what the hell’s going on? ’

‘ i have bandages under my clothes too. ’

‘ where’s my shoes and socks? ’

‘ you have to promise me. ’

‘ i didn’t want you to think i don’t care what happens to you. ’

‘ stand the hell up and identify yourself. ’ 

‘ you didn’t pull out the pockets in your jacket. ’

‘ is that plain enough for you to understand? ’

‘ get your dumbass away from the entrance. ’

‘ the gun’s not loaded. ’

‘ look at that sun. ’ 

‘ been waiting long? ’

‘ stay out of it. ’

‘ what the hell was that? ’

‘ sit down here on the floor. ’

‘ that isn’t necessary. ’  

‘ i’m alone. i need help. ’

‘ no, but you promised yourself, and that does count. ’

‘ christ, what’s the matter with you? ’

‘ i don’t sleep much anymore. ’

‘ wasn’t even a chance to go home and grab my rifle. ’

‘ you can’t leave me. don’t leave me. ’

‘ i’m fine. it’s a cramp. ’

‘ well, you sure put one over on me, didn’t you? ’

[otherwindow]

Caustic dying in every cinematic montage!