[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.

[uitiocontactis]

STARTER CALL for this unhinged shit?

[uitiocontactis]

 |@crossing-the-threshcld​ || STARTER

He sits and he hums so SOFTLY to himself, fingers grazing across the roughness of his palm where cuts and grazes were housed. A recent SCUFFLE had forced him away from the unit he had been pacing with, had been carrying RED LYRIUM for. Now? Injured and segregated, he simply awaited any passers by - and when some did arrive, eventually, he offered only a tired smile. 

“Look... at what the cat dragged over----”

[darpcm]

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[uitiocontactis]

Mentally Unhinged and used by Red Templars to move small amounts of corrupt Lyrium - Cy is a complexity. But he’s a complexity hoping for more activity and interaction!

[poems-and-word]

“Very few things matter and nothing matters very much.”

[uitiocontactis]

                                             CYRRAN SYLRIS                                       Rogue. Corrupt. Mindless                                          Follows back from Dryadalismagicae

[notmorbid]

the winter of the witch, pt. 7.

dialogue prompts from the winter of the witch by katherine arden.

there will be room for all of us.

i am glad you are not dead.

i want some dry clothes.

shall we submit or shall we fight?

even a victory will cost you.

i will trust you.

what will you need?

i never said thank you.

i met your mother.

has your gift brought you any happiness?

how old are you?

the wicked can still mourn.

only tired, i think.

[name] was very brave.

i am damned already, but i do not wish to be alone.

but who will i be if i go with you?

who am i if i cannot help my people?

i still have to try.

i am sorry for what i said.

you never understood, did you?

you hurt me.

tell me the truth, [name].

you’re no coward, i’ll give you that.

you are planning something. what is it?

work on the most ignorant face you can manage.

will you carry me?

we need to get help first.

why did you come back?

are we going to do anything interesting?

what does that have to do with me?

the world is wide and very beautiful.

i have never been anyone’s servant.

what happened? love. betrayal. and time.

[uitiocontactis]

@dirtharaxma​  || DISCOVERED the CARRIER

HE SILENTLY LICKS the knife in which he draws out of the throat of a rabbit, grasping the creature by its neck so he would be able to carry it; skin it and gut it and cook it over flames. He hadn’t eaten in a few days - stomach rumbling - a dizziness overcoming his consciousness. 

BUT HE PAUSES, a brow raising, turning to take note of movement near to his person through the brush; “Sneaky, sneaky--!” 

[uitiocontactis]

@crossing-the-threshcld​  || DISCOVERED the CARRIER

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know! I don’t know where I am... I... I don’t remember--” He trails off, trying his utmost to sweet talk the guard in which had pulled his sword in order to protect the Inquisition camp some way behind him. He truly hadn’t meant to stumble across the encampment - he’d meant to find the Templar camp some way in the other direction but the small shards of red lyrium he was carrying in his bag had affected his consciousness further and his mind was simply blank. He couldn’t remember.

[uitiocontactis]

@fadelilted​  || DISCOVERED the CARRIER

HE HAS FORGOTTEN where he is - his mind blank as he lay upon the ground, drenched from the saturation of snow. Not a single thought flourished within his consciousness regarding to how he got where he was nor what he was doing in the first place. Unfortunate, given that his task has originally been to take some red lyrium to a Templar camp some miles away down the road. Perhaps the strength of the damned substance had finally thrown his mind just that little bit more over the edge. “What is this place? Where am I?” He asked, helpless, reaching out toward the nearest person he could see; disorientated. “I can’t remember... can’t remember...”  

[uitiocontactis]

felandaristhorns‌:

“If word of my poisons is getting around, someone has tragically loose lips.” Someone among the Dalish, no doubt. Fenumin takes care not to trade poisons to his human clients, lest those same poisons be used against his own people… but rumors do travel, and doubtless some among the Dalish can’t keep a good secret for long.

Fair enough.

“Give poisons to the strange singing man with a knife,” he muses. “I’ve made worse bargains. What are you after, then? Topical? Ingested? Weapon treatments?”

@uitiocontactis​

“Well - folk have little to speak of in time of dire circumstance---” He smiles idly, his eyes temporarily scanning surroundings as if expecting some kind of hideous circumstance to arise. He always did  -  the cargo he carried was often under attack - he had to be careful. “They like to focus on the macabre-” But he pauses, the smile instantly disappearing, eyes noting his companion; “...I need something tasteless - something I could  put into food. Something that would act quickly.”  

[uitiocontactis]

felandaristhorns‌: 

“Charming poem.” Fenumin has been observing the stranger for some few minutes now, in quiet fascination: mad, obviously. Quite mad. But Dalish, to judge by his vallaslin… with no clan in sight. So. An exile? An outcast? Such things do happen, and if the man is mad, perhaps he has been turned out by his clan. Fenumin considers ignoring him and slipping away…

…but the man has heard of him?

Quickly concealing his surprise, he nods once in acknowledgment. “I may be. But where might you-” A raving lunatic, in the middle of nowhere, with a knife. “-have heard of me?”

@uitiocontactis

“Words and rumours pass freely among those on the road-” He chimes, inspecting his blade closely. “They talk about a poison-master who can kill without a trace-” He continued, lifting his gaze once more as fingers slip the blade back into its covering upon his hip, apparently very happy with himself. Cy stands, now entirely focused on the other male; “I have coin if you are able to aid me---”   

[uitiocontactis]

@pcrseverance​  ||  DISCOVERED the CARRIER

HE’S TALKING TO himself - chatting away about insects that crawl into wounds belonging to the deceased and how he likes blueberries with his porridge. So content with his own utterings, Cy is completely unaware of company in the form of nearby inquisition soldiers - some of which were watching as he continued to hold a conversation with himself and sharpen a blade of which had not been thoroughly cleaned from his last kill.

“You’re the commander.” He then spoke, without turning his head - already knowledgeable of a presence, now that he had witnessed bootsteps. “What’s it like? Having so much power over people?”

[uitiocontactis]

@felandaristhorns​  || DISCOVERED the CARRIER

“Mary had a little lamb-” Softly did the figure sing, sharpening his dagger within his lap - cross legged and upon the ground. “Its heart was black as coal-”  Lifting the blade did blue eye inspect his work, the shimmering knife-edge more than adequate as far as he believed; “It crept into her room one night and ate her fucking soul.”  HE TURNS, VISION settling upon the figure he had been aware of for some time, head canting to one side in idle curiosity; “You’re the poison-master I hear so much about-”  

[uitiocontactis]

ANYONE FANCY threading with an unhinged elf who runs Red Lyrium between Templar Camps? He’s friendly with the Venatori, too; and has a few bizarre habits.