* SUBJECT 28.

am i unable to suppress this impulse of mine ?

[koheiki-blog]

    no, he isn’t going to share that bowl of mac & cheese in his hands. how dare you even assume.

[koheiki-blog]

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nonverbal starters !  /  accepting !

    UNDER GREAT STRESS the power was volatile. tapped twice before & almost a third, the results of recklessness nothing less than catastrophic. akira alone UNWILLINGLY brought an entire city to it’s knees. rising as a god to some & a menace to others. 

     taken from the bonds of the militia changed no strain of DNA within ; the UNIVERSE made his body it’s shell. it was conditioned, forced, & created to DESTROY. the destroyer hears someone desperately seeking to calm him, almost – it’s like he’s far away. the voice is RIGHT there, next to him, so close he can hear ringing – but a thousand miles away. 

    fingernails pull at the skin upon his cheeks, dragged his bottom lids so far his eyes were BLOWN WIDE .  tears overflowed & poured, the beginning of his sorrowful WAIL ; akin to the death screech of a banshee. ear-splitting. so vigorous in it’s anguish it sent the child into a violent coughing fit. akira collapsed into yuki, those soft, tiny hands clutching at coat fabric. his SCREAM was reduced to nothing more than pathetic sobs interrupted by rough coughs.

    blood didn’t look like much on his red cape. but akira felt it. the stains were heavy, anchors tied ‘round his ankles in the deep sea. there’s a bitter memory front & center of a beloved friend, suffering a similar fate as the corpse before them. 

    the universes glow beginning in his heart died down, sinking it to the pits of akira’s stomach. sad, sick & traumatized, he holds onto yuki for dear life. 

[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

[undertaletext]

[dialogue from the asriel fight.]

[koheiki-blog]

misc edits of my son [1/?]

[spongebobhappy10]

you ok sponge bob?

Im not fucking playing with you son of a bitch 

[grazdgfx]

AKIRA - Optic Nerve Jar 視神経

Check the full Project Here: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/3JJ6m

[hichamkiy]

[koheiki-blog]

herotting‌.

      heavy lidded eyes watched as the kid sets up the toys. he watched the tiny play that was supposed to represent the issue with violence && what bill wanted. though bill didn’t care - in his given context - but was he supposed to argue about this with a child ?? he would not.

      “ you’re right. ”

     the aura of anger bothering him does not lift. akira decides that, perchance, entertainment is a better way to calm him ; his power hoisting a figure into the air. it’s there for an instant, then flies inches past bill’s head rather impolitely. 

     akira stares, looking almost mischievous. 

[no1fan15]

Candid pics? No, take cryptid pics of me. Make me as blurry as possible. My eyes glow. I’m in places I logically can’t be in.

[neonsamurai04]

[ojibwa]

[koheiki-blog]

herotting‌.

     hazels wandered to the kid, bill was silent - making a mental endeavor to muster a proper response. though he felt like his body could explode with anger, he couldn’t present that to a child. should he change the topic, something more appropriate ?? ” yes, but it’s a feeling i’m already used to. ”

      akira’s response comes in the form of gathering up toys ; two solid colored soldiers, next a woman, & finally a child. one of the soldiers are placed with it’s back facing bill, the other three figures lined across from it. 

    an invisible line is drawn from the first soldiers gun to the seconds head, knocking it to the ground with his fingertip. “ violence... ”  a moments pause. dark eyes staring right through his teenage companion, until he finally tips over the remaining two toys. “ creates violence. ”

[koheiki-blog]

@saviorchained / starter call.

     long lashes soaked with tears knot & bend, the back of akira’s hand coming to wipe away the evidence of silent sobs. the open wounds, busted knuckles, torn & scabbed skin ; all things becoming regular... they shouldn’t bother him. 

    nevertheless, the psychic weeps over scraped knees. having tumbled after running from... someone, maybe even something. another reason to sob, cling onto the nearest elder -- his small hand bunching into fabric & tugging. 

    as usual, he doesn’t speak, though can’t help the softest of whimpers that escape. akira tugs again, again, again -- begging. soon enough, both hands are grasping for safety. balled into tiny fists. 

[koheiki-blog]

herotting‌ .

“ It’s getting harder to control this violent urge of mine to break someone’s jaw. ”

    blinks. opens his mouth to speak, then closes it. opens it again, & whispers. “ you’ll never forgive yourself. ”

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@strengthbled  /  starter call.

     his perch is nothing more than a worn husk of a building. had akira been anyone else, this may have been considered dangerous ; high above crumbling ruins when he was only a child. but, akira was not like most his age -- & he felt an aura, a similar sort of power radiating from the man wandering below. 

     taunting wasn’t his intention here -- this was a test of sorts. were they anything alike ? if so, how did he become this way ? rocks began to align in perfect DNA formation, the shape starting from the ground & ever growing, morphing until it reached where he sat. 

     though his head tilted in wonder, akira’s wandering hazels stayed blank. he was leaning forward, eyes narrowing to small slits. he appeared less like a curious child, & spat back out the image of a growling animal stalking prey. interest portrayed fierce & with warning. 

[koheiki-blog]

starter call??