JUDGE. JURY. EXECUTIONER.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘔𝘜𝘙𝘋𝘌𝘙, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋𝘠 𝘙𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕𝘎𝘌.

[thcsixshooters]

𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 & 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶

written by gabby.

[huntsrevenge-a]

THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE!

Saren has been moved, and any active threads will be transferred over here!

[thcsixshooters]

𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 & 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶

written by gabby.

[huntsrevenge-a]

THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE!

Saren has been moved, and any active threads will be transferred over here!

[thcsixshooters]

𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 & 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶

written by gabby.

[huntsrevenge-a]

THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE!

Saren has been moved, and any active threads will be transferred over here!

[huntsrevenge-a]

🌿

[huntsrevenge-a]

I don’t mean to neglect Saren! It’s just I have more inspiration for my other blog — @badmcdicine — so that’s where I’ve been most days! Also, I’ve been pretty sick so I’ve been in recovery mode this week 😷

[huntsrevenge-a]

𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝘀: 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 !

[huntsrevenge-a]

💕 [brxssknuckld, hi hello jacob missed saren lots :3]

Non-Verbal Starters - Not Accepting. // @brxssknuckld

     How long had she been gone for? Weeks? Months? With Jacob standing in front of her, it had felt like a lifetime for Saren since she had last seen him... They stood in front of each other for a few moments, as if needing time to process that the other person was indeed real. 

     Saren instinctively wrapped her arms around Jacob’s waist when he pulled into his chest. He had said something, though his words had been muffled as he spoke softly against her hairline. But, perhaps in moments like this, words were better left unsaid. Jacob’s actions spoke loud enough for him.

     When he placed his hands on her face, Saren gently placed her hands over his, her deep, brown eyes holding his gaze. Jacob’s touch was so delicate -- as if he were afraid to touch her -- afraid that she would turn into smoke and disappear from him again. They slowly pulled in, the tip of Saren’s nose brushed against his, causing them to laugh before their lips met.

     It was a practiced and familiar tenderness, but no less warm and loving. By all that was holy -- ! Saren had forgotten just how wonderful Jacob’s body felt against hers. And what began as a deep feeling of affection began to morph into something... hungrier. 

[huntsrevenge-a]

“Need some assistance? I could offer it- but with a cost.”

Invade Saren’s Inbox! // @culthcnt

     There was a price on acts of charity now? That seemed a little unfair, but given Saren’s experience with... basically everyone else, she wasn’t terribly surprised. That still didn’t make the woman’s response any less frustrating, however. 

     “Even if it’s for a good cause?” Saren countered, placing her hands on her hips. She did need the help. A group of bandits had been terrorizing a small town and the Mentors had asked her to help. Why? They wouldn’t say ( because they never do ), so Saren was left to her own guess as to what made this town any less different from the others. 

     “Is there... room to negotiate for this cost, at least?”

[huntsrevenge-a]

     Saren ignored the stares and whispers as she rode into Tombstone. Much as she hated to admit it, this was a near-common occurrence for her, so anytime she rode into town, she expected to be gawked and pointed at. It certainly didn’t help that Saren had a dead body slung on the back of her horse.

     It had been a target she had been chasing for the better part of two weeks. What initially started started as a simple bounty hunt in Colorado and finally ended in Arizona, about five miles out of the town’s limits. Saren was glad to be done with it, but her current situation was not ideal.

     Regardless, she held her head high and kept her eyes forward as she rode further along the main street. Her expression was one she had mastered -- a cool, collected indifference to those around her. Some said it made her look colder, though that was kind of the point.

     As she pulled up in front of the sheriff’s office, Saren commanded Luisa to a stop and gazed at the man who looked to be seated very comfortably near the front door; there was a sickly pallor to his complexion, she noted.

     “The sheriff in?” Saren asked him.

@johnholliday​ // liked.

[memetaped]

nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

[mandomerasanctuary]

Julia Jones, looking absolutely stunning, at The Mandalorian premiere.

[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

[birkacyaraliruh]

[acrpcmasterlist]

Welcome to a brand new masterlist blog for the Assassin’s Creed roleplaying community. Our aim is to compile a list of every active blog on Tumblr and put it all into one place so that roleplayers can easily find one another and form meaningful connections. 

REBLOG this post and state the following in the TAGS in order to be included on the list (replies to this post will be ignored):

muse name

canon, canon-divergent, or OC

single or multi-muse

muses outside Assassin’s Creed that have a dedicated verse

                                                           Tags example:

                                                 Ezio Auditore / canon / single                                                  Mary Poppins / canon / verse

nothing is true     »      everything is permitted.

[huntsrevenge-a]

❛ Those who cannot defend themselves shouldn’t suffer needlessly.

[theliteraryjournals]

I feel strong. Not strong enough to face myself, but strong enough to keep going.

James Frey, A Million Little Pieces (via theliteraryjournals)

[huntsrevenge-a]

     It seemed like a rather sad place to hide -- a rundown shack in the middle of nowhere. From what Saren could see, the roof was beginning to cave-in and rot had set into the wooden walls. Perhaps the only benefit to such a hideout was the easy access to water from a nearby stream, but that’s where the appeal basically stopped.

     She had been tracking a target for a few days now; some former gang member that was still wanted in a few states for petty crimes that Saren couldn’t be bothered to remember. She did, however, bring in several of his former members already -- some warm, some cold.

     As she approached the shack, a part of Saren naively hoped he wouldn’t put up too much of a fight. But, again, that was wishful thinking. She didn’t see a horse hitched anywhere. Maybe he had stepped out? 

@backedagainstthewall​ // liked.