Devoted to Destruction

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           In the haze of this evening he lost time and location– Or was Atticus just smoking again? Didn’t matter now. 

           Swallowing grit away, Richter exhaled. One hand, clumsy and slow, shoved at lingering gore on his armor and only returned bloodier for the effort. Eyes focusing and refocusing on jagged edges around them, he almost frowned at the mess, worsened by his own wounds and sweat.

           Would rather have sent the raiders to an early Division– At least ash would have been more tidy… 

           Giving up on attempts toward cleanliness, he slumped against the pavement, another heavy body in the armory though only they two were left breathing. He wondered if their assailants now found such peace as he.  

         “ Haven’t had Med-X since… Military days,” he managed, head slow to turn and eyes failing to widen upon finding his companion so close to him. “…Forgot how it feels. ”

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       There was a rough hum that rose within his own throat, a dry sound that he soothed with a quick gulp out of a flask on his hip. It didn’t matter that he was staining everything he touched in red- the color was everywhere, heavily coating their surroundings and their weapons. They were both due for a couple hours near a river once they had recovered enough.

       Dirt crunched beneath his boots as he shifted, leaning his weight onto one hand as he focused his sights on Richter. They were both exhausted and coasting on chems, but Atticus knew that either of them would be up and ready to fight again at the first sign of danger. For everything that had transpired just moments ago, he had fallen into a moment of complete peace.

       Nothing more relaxing than spilling blood with a friend.

       “It’s not a bad feeling, is it?” he questioned, a note of concern in his voice though he smiled warmly as he met Richter’s eyes. Holding his gaze as he reached out, Atticus brushed the backs of his knuckles along Richter’s jaw, following a heavy droplet of blood and smearing the red onto his own pale skin.

       Drawing his hand back, Atticus licked at the stain that remained from their contact, removing his gaze to glance around them while he savored the taste.

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💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss (@minuteman-in-red because anons are o f f)

Nonverbal RP Starters

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       The deal was shitty, but he wasn’t in the mood to argue when he was low on Med-X. He was clearly agitated after they agreed on a price, and he was pushing a sack of caps into the dealer’s hand, fingertips shaking when he finally had a grip on the case offered back to him. Starling barely had the patience to wait until he was outside before prying off the lid and claiming his prizes.

       Relief was instant, a lazy smile on his face when he stepped out of the alley and back to the street outside of the dusky old bar. He couldn’t remember where he was, and had no need to. The faces outside didn’t look familiar, not his usual friendly company, and he spoke to no one as he debated over a drink at the bar or finding a place to rest.

        He didn’t react when he felt a hand gripping the hem of his coat, too drugged to resist as a meager weight pulled his head lower. There was a harsh warmth that pressed to his lips, and when he blinked, Starling realized he was being kissed by a strange woman.

       Not unusual, not for him, but he was caught off guard to say the least. He automatically wrapped his arm around the woman’s waist, kissing her back just as roughly as he turned her to force her back against a wall.

        All he had was silence when he pulled back, letting his eyes briefly drift across the woman’s face to take note of her features before forcing a foot of space between them, his hand on her shoulder to keep her pinned and out of reach.

        “Not sharing, if it’s the chems you want,” he stated, releasing her in favor of tucking his hands into his coat pockets. “My company is free, though.”

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D: Decoration

1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name?

He has two moods: minimalism or absolute chaos clutter. His main priority is comfort, so he wouldn’t decorate unless he intended to allow guests. If it’s a location he hides out at, he’d have boxes everywhere along with a simple bed and chems in random spaces. There might be personal notes to himself on the walls. If it’s a place he can have company, there’d likely be conversation pieces around the location (paintings he liked or random items he’s stolen). Cleanliness would be the most important detail.

2. how would they decorate their child’s room?

Painfully basic appearances with little effort. It would be filled with toys and soft materials.

3. how do they decorate their own room?

Hanging drapes, chain lights, and pin-up posters.

4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear?

He prefers simple colors (black and white) and anything thick or heavy that offers protection. Though he likes being decorated (necklaces, rings, etc) he’s not comfortable with being seen that way.

5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

He’s extremely vain. So. Maybe.

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C: Comfort

1. how do they sit in a chair?

If he sees someone of interest, he usually leans back and keeps his legs parted. Otherwise, he sits legs crossed and arms crossed.

2. in what position do they sleep?

In safety, he sleeps on his side with his back to the wall. But most of the time he sleeps sitting upright against cover.

3. what is their ideal comfort day?

A day filled with murder, sex, and chems 👌

4. what is their major comfort food? why?

Apple pies. It’s prewar goodness that he’ll never have, not like the old days. 

5. who is the best at comforting them when down?

Atom, or that evening’s bed partner.

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The Great War started and ended on Saturday, October 23, 2077.

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Nonverbal RP Starters

       He didn’t mind the filth of Goodneighbor. Weapons were easy to buy, chems were easy to find, and nobody had managed to annoy him after several visits throughout the month.

       It was only for the sake of drinking and smoking comfortably that he removed his mask and headgear at the bar, seating himself at the far end in the Third Rail while he helped himself to a worn out prewar cigarette.

       The music was enjoyable, and as his cigarette burned to ash and his beer bottle became more empty, Atticus found himself feeling pretty relaxed. He didn’t pay any attention to the noise of the other patrons, though some shouts of excitement almost had him dropping his cigarette onto his lap.

       Minutes ticked on, and a new crowd began to take up seats when Magnolia stepped up to the mic. Atticus turned with his beer in hand, and he finished off the last of it when the women began her song, his gaze flickering to the new faces that took up seats around the bar.

       A certain ghoul with a red coat and fancy hat met his gaze, making Atticus smirk as they each held their stare. He knew the ghoul to be Hancock, mayor of Goodneighbor and all around wildcard. Everyone spoke of the man favorably... it was a wonder why the two of them had yet to really meet.

       Finished with his drink and boredom settling in, Atticus rose up from his seat and began to travel across the bar, making his way for the exit. Perhaps it had been intentional on his part, but as he moved past the ghoul who’d caught his eye, Atticus gently touched his wrist in passing.

      Before he could get far, he felt a firm grip on the lining of his coat, and Atticus was forced to remain near while Hancock yanked him down by his collar, making their gazes level as Atticus was forced to lean. A flash of surprise took over features at the action, but it was smoothed out by a curious smile as he stayed in place beside the ghoul.

       “How can I help you?” he asked.

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Nonverbal RP Starters

       The entire walk to the Holy Site had been made in silence. The Grand Zealot didn’t seem to be much of a talker, which was unfortunate- Atticus rather liked the strange softness of the other man’s voice, though it seemed to contrast with the deathly serious demeanor that Richter possessed.

        Both of them walked in time with the other, seeming to keep an eye on their surrounds while also monitoring their company. Atticus had not been at the Nucleus long, and the majority of his time was spent with the Sister’s he had escorted to the island. His efforts to socialize with the men and women at the Nucleus was moderate. Perhaps Richter was simply remaining cautious.

       Abruptly, he noted Richter slowing his steps, and Atticus mirrored his movements until the two of them were entirely still. When Richter lifted his arm and pointed, Atticus cautiously directed his gaze across the area. Standing amidst a shrine of Atom, several Trappers stood around, some crouched as they tinkered with wires or ropes.

       Laying traps near their shrines?

        “Six...” Atticus counted out loud, leaning so Richter could hear his whispers through the thick metal that covered his face. “...Seven...”

       Lifting his gun, Atticus counted the number of Trappers once again through the scope of his rifle, just to make certain he hadn’t missed any before....

       “Want me to take out the four on the left?”

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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

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