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Send A Symbol To Explain Why We’re Not RPing Yet

♔- I can’t think of a plot for us and I want to figure that out first! ☃ - I’m not sure how our characters would meet. ☁- I’m worried you only RP with a certain group of people. ♛ - I wrote you a starter and you haven’t replied yet… ★ - I’m intimidated by how much you write ☂ - I’m intimdated by how often you post ☾ - I don’t know how to approach you ☄ - I’m super anxious about EVERYTHING ☀ - I keep hoping you’ll message me first…

#MEME SUNDAY.

plotbunnie

Nonverbal RP Starters

nobispacems

plotbunnie‌:

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

#MEMES TBT.

archersbadrpmemes

☾Moonlight Aesthetic Starters☽

⋆Feel free to send more than one!

⋆To reverse, send ‘+✨’

⋆Indoors

(🌙) My muse comes over to your muse’s house/room to spend the night.

(💤)My muse finds your muse sleeping in bed with them.

(💭) My muse wakes your muse after having a dream/nightmare.

(📓) My muse stays up studying till midnight.

(📖) My muse reads a book/bedtime story for your muse.

(👁) My muse wakes your muse up because they can’t sleep.

(🍵) My muse cares for your sick muse in the middle of the night.

(🎐) My muse finds yours outside their house when they are suppose to be in bed.

(🧳) My muse is getting ready for work but your muse stops mine.

(☀️) Our muses watch the sunset and moon arise.

(🌅) Our muses stay up till sunrise.

(🎮) Our muses stay up playing video games.

(🥪) Our muses make a midnight snack.

(📺) Our muses watch tv together.

(📼) Our muses watch a movie/vhs tape together.

(🛌) Our muses make a pillow fort.

(🛋) Our muses are hanging out in the living room.

(🛁) Our muses take a nighttime bath together. (With rose petals and candles included.)

(🌧) Our muses watch the rain outside their window.

(💥) Our muses get a power outage.

(⚫️) Our muses are in a pitch black room.

(🕯) Our muses light some candles.

⋆Outdoors

(☕️) My muse finds your muse at a coffee shop, alone.

(🍳) My muse finds your muse at a diner.

(🥃) My muse finds your muse in a bar, late at night.

(⛪️) My muse finds yours at a church.

(🌃) My muse meets yours in the nighttime city.

(🚎) My muse finds yours in a public bus.

(🚊) My muse finds yours taking the same subway train.

(🚂) My muse finds your muse on the same train as them, still awake.

(🚗) My muse drives your muse at night.

(🏍) My muse drives in the middle of the night on their motorcycle with your muse holding on to mine.

(🌲) My muse finds your muse in the forest in the middle of the night.

(🌊) My muse finds your muse at the beach in the middle of the night.

(🛡) My muse saves your muse from getting beaten up by a gang.

(🎉) My muse meets yours at a party. (House party, club, etc.)

(🔭) Our muses go stargazing.

(☄️) Our muses watch a meteor shower.

(🎆) Our muses watch a firework show.

(🎇) Our muses bought their own fireworks! Let’s light ‘em up!

(🎑) Our muses go to a night festival together.

(🛒) Our muses go shopping together for groceries or other things.

(🛍) Our muses go to the mall.

(🏬) Our muses go to a restaurant.

(🎞) Our muses go to the movie theatre.

(🔥) Our muses go camping together.

(🎸) Our muses go to a concert.

(🎧) Our muses go to the club.

(🏚) Our muses entered an abandoned area. (House, construction site, town, etc.)

(🚫) Our muses go to places they shouldn’t.

(🚔) The cops are after our muses.

(🚕) Our muses take a taxi home.

(🗺) Our muses get lost. (In the forest, mountains, city, etc.)

(☔️) Our muses get stuck in the rain.

⋆Misc

(🕛) My muse points out that it’s midnight for your muse.

(🎵) My muse sings your muse a lullaby.

(🌠) My muse points out a shooting star and wants yours to make a wish! Quick!

(🌱) My muse catches yours watering a potted plant/garden.

(💧) My muse cries in front of yours.

(🚬) My muse catches your muse doing late night smoking.

(⛓) My muse rubs their fingers against your muse’s scars.

(💔) My muse help washes blood off your muse.

(🐾) My muse accidentally reveals a secret that they have been hiding from your muse. (Being a werewolf, vampire, demon, etc.)

(📻) Our muses listens to the radio.

(👻) Our muses tell ghost stories.

(🌷) Our muses walk around a garden.

(🎤) Our muses do karaoke.

(🐺) Our muses hear howling in the distance.

(📷) Our muses take pictures of each other in the moonlight.

(👄) Our muses whisper secrets and promises to each other.

(🤝) Our muses hold hands in the moonlight.

(🍽) Our muses have a dinner date.

(💃) Our muses dance in the moonlight.

(💋) Our muses kiss under the moonlight.

(💍) My muse asks to marry yours in the moonlight.

⋆Quotes

“I can see the moon and stars in your eyes.”

“Your the prettiest star I have ever seen..”

“Wow.. the moon looks so pretty..”

“I’m a little sleepy..”

“I wish I could jump over the moon!”

“Nah, I don’t feel like sleeping!”

“C’mon!! Let’s dance!”

“The moonlight is our spotlight! The stars is our audience!”

“Look! A shooting star!”

“I wish for..”

“Shh! Don’t say your wish out loud or it won’t come true!”

“I’m not really a.. *yawn*..night owl..”

“D-Did you hear that?”

“I can hear a cricket chirping.”

“I can hear an owl.”

“I think we’re lost..”

“Ahhh!! A wolf!!”

“Would you like a cup of coffee?”

“The moon/night is my ally!”

“Darkness will consume you!”

“What time is it?”

“It’s 12AM already?!”

“You can sleep in my bed if you want.”

“Your sleeping on the couch!”

“Come back to bed..”

“Don’t shine that light in my eyes!”

“It’s so dark out..”

“Look at those pretty fireworks!”

“Spooky ghooost~”

“Boo!”

“Ah!”

“You trying to be scary?”

“I’m actually a little hungry.”

“Are they open this late?”

“Hey! [Name]! Over here!”

“That movie sucked!”

“Let’s.. not go that way.”

“This place is like a ghost town!”

“Ouch!”

“Stay still! If you keep moving, it will hurt more!”

“It’s not what it looks like..”

#MEMES TBT.

merriberri

is “no” an emotion because i feel it

#[ █✟█ ᵣₑᵥₑₗₐₜᵢₒₙₛ ₃ ₁. THE SAD MAN. ]

STARTER CALL. i’m really feeling it mister krabs so here’s another rp ad. capping at three! these will range from one-liners to minis.

WARNING: Still Angy,

#isola rp ad

lafaucheuses‌.

❦ At his sudden warning, Thanyx remains still as ever. However, her pal blue hues widen ever so slightly at the suddenness of the action, soon giving a mild hum of thought in response.

❝ … I am not here to comfort you nor call you out on your misgivings, ❞

❝ I simply say what I see or hear… That is all. ❞

FOR A MOMENT, there was something reflecting in her cold and empty gaze, something he recognised... something alive. and yet, he thought of only himself, far too absorbed in his own torments to pay the inkling any mind.

“ then do yourself a favour--- and mind your own damn business. ” with that, he sinks into the darkness once more--- and further away from the light, all the while keeping a watchful eye on his unusual company.

#lafaucheuses #✝LAFAUCHEUSES. o2.#haha spawn no-friends mcgee

lafaucheuses‌.

❦ ❝ … Hmm… I do wonder at times, ❞ comes the woman’s answer, tone flat and even as per the norm. It seems that his threats, whether real or not, are unable to shake the monotone goddess’s core.

❝ … You do, however, sound tired. ❞

IN THAT INSTANT, like a thread pulled taut, something snapped. a hiss whispering through his words, he spat at the stranger defensively.

“ BACK OFF. if i needed a goddamn shrink, i’d ask. ” he built his walls high, forged of grief and hellfire, biting the hand that dare its flames.

“ who the hell do you think you are? ”

#lafaucheuses #✝LAFAUCHEUSES. o2.#Never

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SPAWN (x)

#██✟ IMG.#GIF.#EPILEPSY WARNING #( he's finally in mortal kombat fellas #at long hecking last )

nobispacems

@hellshrouded

❦ ❝ Good boy, Hewie! Come! ❞ the command is uttered to the white canine as he lands on all fours once more, after freshly attacking a thug within an alley (who has promptly turned tail and run). Though she doesn’t like violence by any means, Fiona had fortunately walked in on time to catch the thug before he got the chance to jump on the unsuspecting person a short distance ahead of the duo now.

❝ Are you alright? ❞ she now asks the stranger, still turned away from her and crouched on the ground. The crimson cape they wear obstructs much of their frame from her view… However, from just the silhouette alone, Fiona can tell this is a rather large and imposing person. Perhaps because of this, Hewie sticks to the blonde’s side and offers a low growl in warning.

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THE HELLSPAWN KNELT FOR NO-ONE, AND NOTHING, but himself, and his own wounds. that was until a glimmer beckoned his grasp, and thus he lowered to reach for it. whatever scraps of humanity and normality he could hold onto he would claim for his own, and never let them go. after all, they were hard to come by when everything you had burned long ago.

a knot worried his brow as he woefully studied the small gold ring now nestled in the palm of his hand, gleaning only a date inscribed within its band. he barely noticed the presence looming at his back, before---

he flinched away from his assailant, dropping the ring with a soft chime as it fell to the concrete, peering toward his unwelcome company with surprise. withdrawing to the shadows with haste, he steeled his gaze once again, as it lingered upon a young woman... and her dog. the other had long since fled with his life and limbs intact, a mercy seldom granted to any unwanted visitors, but he paid him no mind, only harshly regarding those who remained.

“ are you alright? ”

his eyes narrowed, musing on the irony of asking after the well-being of a dead man--- though, he supposed, she couldn’t know that. he was quick to lash out in these instances, remind people why they should fear the dark, but spawn stayed his chains, the shroud whispering passively as it hung from his silhouette, inert. he said nothing, hoping his silence alone would stoke her fear, her desire to remove herself from the dangers plaguing these streets. how the mere sight of him hadn’t done the job already, he had no damn idea.

#nobispacems #✝NOBISPACEMS. o1.

ccgscythe‌.

Juuzou had come running at the sound of all the commotion. People sure were surprised by something, that was for sure. Juuzou had none of his weapons, had been given a wooden joke of a toy and had been told that was that, but he was, by nature, a curious thing. He was also, of course, capable of defending himself unarmed if necessary.

(It wasn’t his preferred method of fighting.)

Hopefully it just wouldn’t come to that. He stood at the end of the street, easily dodging the trash can which flew right at him. His eyes were wide and he blinked once. Twice.

It hadn’t looked like this guy was throwing things at him specifically, so he was willing enough to let that one slide, but he was also just as reckless as he was impossibly curious.

So he ran toward the man. The sound he’d made had sounded angry, maybe even dangerous, from afar. As he approached, however, replaying it in his mind, he recognized it as grief.

Oh. All right, then.

Juuzou had just learned to feel that emotion.

“Stop throwing things !! ”

FREE OF THEIR WELL-MEANING CHORUSES, in his sorrows he was left to fester--- just like he always wanted. the troubled murmurs and screams mattered not to a wary conscience, tired from war and tribulation, their worriment falling upon deaf ears, comforted only by the darkness. as if in answer, a quickened approach intruded on his silence, banishing any semblance of peace he may have cultivated in those few moments.

big fuckin’ mistake.

a cutting voice drew his ire, and, whirling on the stranger, his shroud bristled alike an angry hellfire, beckoning flesh unto its reach. backed by an orchestra of rattling chains, a hissing, like something unearthly filled the air... before waning only when his eyes found that of a young man’s. rage be damned, he had no intent on spilling blood today--- not today. thus his cloak appeared to settle, but he would seethe his warning all the same.

“ get the hell outta here, kid. ”

---go home.

#ccgscythe #✝CCGSCYTHE. o1.

scullcss‌.

She was well aware of someone being behind her, but being the type of being that she was, she wasn’t frightened. If the man behind attacked then…the man attacked. He wouldn’t really get the satisfaction of what he was probably looking for, but he would have stabbed her and she’d be totally fine with it. To feel anger, annoyance, irritation was not something that was common for this android. Standing at only 4′6 and maybe some change, there’s not much room she’s taking, but she does move without much thought. SHE just sees this shadowy thing zip right past her. Quick and huge too.

She looks over her shoulder until she finally turns to fully face the figure. This guy whoever he is certainly towers over the perpetrator. Huh. She wonders if one day he’d let her climb him. He’s tall enough to be a tree after all.

Watching the guy scurry back up to his feet and rush off, leaving knife behind is kind of satisfying to watch.

“He wouldn’t have hurt me if he stabbed.” But she should still say thank you, “Thank you, Mr. Treeman.”

BRINGING A FOOT DOWN UPON THE KNIFE, he then stooped to retrieve it, inspecting the blade as it winked in the failing light of the streetlamp overhead. after a moment, noting his reflection staining its surface, staring back through hell’s eyes, his grip tightened briefly--- before he tossed it aside. what need would he have for something so earthly, now that his body was a weapon? something they would never let him forget.

meeting the stranger’s gaze with his own, burning a sickened green, he then narrowed them. he had no need nor want of her thanks, however he did quirk a brow at her odd naming of him. “ treeman ”--- he’d earned many names in his time as both human and a hellspawn, but few quite so... innocent, starved of malice or intent to offend. and so he pondered aloud, blinking slowly.

“ ... “ treeman ”? ” that was a new one, even for him.

#scullcss #✝SCULLCSS. o1.#( i'm so sorry i'm late hgjfhg #i'm so glad someone else remembers the movie it was an absolute Masterpiece #and oh no mirae small... spawn Huge )

lafaucheuses‌.

❦ ❝ … How curious it is of how you greet a familiar face, ❞

❝ And what should happen if I refuse to leave? Will you simply try to force me away like any other…? ❞

“ YOU THINK I CARE? ” the hellspawn bristled, shroud flaring in tune with his mounting rage. he wasn’t some ‘ curiosity ’; some strange creature she could peer at through a microscope.

“ ---i’ve done worse for less. ” he lied, seething every word albeit somberly undertoned... as if his heart weren’t in the threat anymore. he might as well continue playing the role hell gave him, since that was what everyone was so content in believing.

#lafaucheuses #✝LAFAUCHEUSES. o2.#Gotta Jet!

“ GET LOST. ” he cautioned the stranger, peering at their approach from the darkest corner of the darkest alley, his presence naught but a piercing, sickly green glow glaring from the shadows--- and a rage like lead heavy in the night air, ” ---before i make you. ”

#isola mini #( i'm working on my drafts this week #it's been hectic forgive m )

CLASSIC NOVELIST AESTHETICS

BOLDED for definitely & ITALICISED for partially.

JOHN KEATS. the lavender in sunsets, flowers in the rain, sunlight slipping through clouds, lazy summer afternoons, the heavy scent of musk, flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books, fireflies on a cool summer night, being wrapped in fresh bed sheets, the ache of wanting what you can never have, dripping sunlight like gold, loving someone so exquisite, soft lips and soft whispers, fingers through hair, names of lovers carved in trees, broken glass, the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD. crisp winter skies with cold bright stars, mahogany wood, the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog, empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room, bruised arms reaching out into the darkness, cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol, a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered, the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment, your favorite sweater, parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing, the contrast of blood against snow, a purple split lip oozing blood, black eyes fading to blue to pale skin, the butterflies of falling in love for the first time, the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries, the romanticization of self-destruction.

FRANZ KAFKA. the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future, decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there, the way not even light can escape a black hole, the rich smell of old books, delicate veins in the wrist, ghosts filling lungs, shattered bones, raindrops on the tongue, rusting metal, nostalgia that aches, the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head.

H.P. LOVECRAFT. the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave, pouring rain and mud, a child’s fear of the dark, thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never-ending ocean, the silence of three a.m., ouija boards and urban legends.

JACK KEROUAC. the brisk pine air of being on a mountain, travels without a destination, those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory, screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive, coffee shops late at night, car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark, naps spent in the sun, novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins, the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders, ignoring flaws and loving life, wind through hair, depression as fog in the brain, impossible ideals, a quiet sunrise, walks alone, when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe, dazzling people, open lands stretching out into infinity, falling in love with being alive.

EDGAR ALLAN POE. the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog, hollow bones, a preserved heart held in hands, twinkling stars above an old graveyard, the way everything turns to dust, silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom, self-inflicted flames, perfection depicted as a rotting corpse, death as bricks in the heart, lips barely brushing against each other, glassy glazed eyes, biting into a lemon, heart-shaped bruises, rotting flowers on a grave, dried blood and spilled liquor, the hush of dusk when it begins raining, the intimacy of a secret.

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