BROKER

noni.

[goldbrckr]

" y'er honor, he's shiddin' himself. "

[marichive]

An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this   + reverse   to change which muse does which action.

tw for implied violence in some

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver

❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style

❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver

❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance

❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist

❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek

❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead

❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver

❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers

❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed

❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact

❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do

❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss

❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver

❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back

❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder

❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver

❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek

❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face

❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon

❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table

❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall

❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death

❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ sender comforts the receiver as they have a panic attack or get overstimulated

[goldbrckr]

zora:

Yes, Ramsey, THAT tone. The one that most people tend to turn heel at and run screaming for the hills. Despite the tense atmosphere between the two of them, she can’t help but snort in catty amusement. Sure, there’s a score to settle between the two of them–one that she’ll make sure to even out one way or another…but.

She had to hand it to the ratty con man’s wit–on top of not knowing when to shut the fuck up, she also knew that deep down behind all of that sass and backtalk was just another scared man on the run. Every little quip and comeback he spat out at her was just a way for him to keep talking, to scramble for just a few more precious seconds to think up of something on the fly.

It’s all just to save his own skin. So very futile. They BOTH know that, especially when Zora could wave her hands and just end it all with but a thought. He’s backing up from her even now, the same song and dance that Zora knows by muscle memory…not heart, because why would there be anything else but seething anger there?

Her boots make the floorboards creek underneath as she steps forward.

“Well! Glad Ah’ left such a notable impression fer yew an’ lil’ Miss Knight-In-Shinin’-Armor.”

“Shame she ain’t here t’ protect yew nao. But we wouldn’t want anyone interruptin’ our little chat, nao, would we? Since yew got SUCH a good memory, Ah’m sure yew also remember our little game o’ chase BEFORE we ran intew each other in that dead-hick town, rite?”

Click.

“So here’s MAH business proposition fer yew, Ramsey. Ya know. Fer OLD times’ sake. Wanna take a lucky guess what it is?”

--gulp.       here she is, the big baddess herself walking straight towards him like he’s on the chopping block. what is this, some internet’s red room ratatouille rendition? he can feel his blood thicken in veins, hasten his heart rate, time slowing to agonizing minutes per seconds as he watches her encroach on what little personal space he has left. every step takes away what wiggle room he’s got, shaves off probability that he’s walking away this time. 

fear ;   it strikes deep  &&.  hard, saliva drying up as cottonmouth tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth, jaws clenched as he watches her reflexes twitch the closer she gets. oh, it’d be so easy for her to age him to dust. to just.  .  .  fill the contract. make ends meet. so why? why was she so determined to keep him alive? 

ramsey doesn’t have the option to pipe up this time, gun whipped out, barrel snubbed against his gerbil nose. the cool chill of metal pressing nostrils flat stings like a fresh bite wound, knowing how hot such fire power could turn in an instant. hoo boy, no playing twister to get out of this hiccup. not this time.

“ whoa whoa whoa, hey---   ease off th’ septum, i jus’ got it cauterized. “       he’s lucky if he doesn’t burst a blood vessel from stress as is. her words rain down on him like acid, searing  &&.  charring flesh in little juddered shudders. oogh, part of him wants to am-scray the ene-scay. though let’s be honest, he’d get a few bullets in his butt cheeks that would only worsen a few chafes their last scuffle caused to act up. best chance he’s got is to hear her out, business man to business borough.

“ a’right. not much room t’ talk my way outta this, i can respect th’ hussle. fine. you wanna make deals? shoot me y’er bargain bin best. doubt you can satisfy us both in one handshake, so better be ready f’er bartering. s’how most dealerships handle their contracts, ‘n somehow i’don’think bounty hunters know anything about multiple parties. “

[goldbrckr]

zora:

Heh. Got him.

“Who says it can’t be a lil’ o’ both, hm?” The audacity? She’s a bounty hunter, rat man. She can shoot whoever she damn pleases as long as someone pays the money for it! Or if she just felt like they deserved it. He really shouldn’t be surprised.

Sunup’s barrel smokes and swirls as she effortlessly spins it around her fingers, an unspoken silent threat that she WILL make good on if he decides to open his big dumb mouth again. And he will! That’s what made their meetings so fun for her–it’s like he NEVER learns despite the fact that she could end his pathetic little existence at the drop of a hat.

Of course, that was before Redwood Run. Then he had to go and MAKE it personal. Big mistake.

“Didn’t Ah’ say Ah’d be comin’ fer ya when yew least expect it? Don’t tell me yew an’ yer rat-sized brain already went and forgot, Murdoch…”

Uh oh.

oh, so it’s THAT tone. he knows how she lulls her words means she’s keeping ambiguous on purpose, to leer at him as a means to amplify just HOW angry she is. this wasn’t just a fun little cat  &&.  mouse chase anymore, she was taking the art of the trade too seriously. one artist to another, a dirt medallion isn’t something to take to heart. seems little miss forest demon got heated over the good ol’ switcharoo. 

ramsey doesn’t particularly shine to zora as she leans over him, letting her hat’s brim shade her disgusting smirk at the drop of a dime.       okay, yeah. playtime’s over, we’re all grown-ups  --  except maybe miss tantrum pants, but we don’t say that openly unless we wanna lose another limb, maybe an eye while we’re at it.  he wages he’s got a better chance if he scuffles just one measly step back, giving him about a forearm’s length between himself at a partition, some possible under-fire cover in case she goes hog-wild shooting those things she calls thing one  &&.  thing two.

“ y’see, there’s a few lapses in y’er claim. a, i’ve got the memory of a tree  --  i can count back th’ years  &&.  everything that happened, like y’er little villainess monologue no problem ;   ‘specially since you had rancid tuna fish breath, eugh. b, can’t say i didn’t expect this. never not expecting you is kinda my new character trait, right next to  ‘ commissions open ’  &&.  ‘ marginally dysfunctional ’. “

[goldbrckr]

           I AM HE .                                 “   yeah, alright then.    i appraise you t’ be a jerk.   ”

RAMSEY MURDOCH  of  EPITHET ERASED / ANIME CAMPAIGN                                           ;       scammed by noni 

[goldbrckr]

zora:

That’s a -15 damage bullet at your face, bucko!

--THUNK.       “ oooOOOOUGH-----  !!! “

not only did the bullet lodge itself in its sudden flick between his eyebrows, but he’s pretty sure he’s still bruised up from the last time she did that. awful tree woman  &&.  her garbage guns. he oughta turn those things to gold next chance he gets. hands having instinctively covered the area of impact quickly palm over the entirety of his dread-swollen face, hating.  .  .  LOATHING the fact she has the audacity to just outright assault someone like this. it’s not even remotely okay,  &&.  what’s worse  --  percy ain’t even here to defend him this time!

“ y’unno, i’m startin’ think this is less ov’a contracted bounty, more ov’a personal vendetta. “

[goldbrckr]

“ mm, yeah. so about last night-- “ ah, yes. the DOG COMMENTS.