Ba'al, Power of will

Affiliated Isola Radiale OC, indie friendly (selective) Housing: 143 Rank: Newcomer

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antheiin‌:

“Diapers, bibs, places to stay, stuff like that.” The day to day expenses of parenthood were about as much as health class said, if not more when something went wrong and you had to spend your morning in urgent care, cuddling an angry infant. That had been a day. A long, long day. “I had some life events come up, you know how those go.” Granted, not everyone took the same path as her, though, this woman’s magic seemed to show some differences in their worlds. 

Eventually, though, she chuckles. “If I have it in me, I’ll get more. You’re welcome to see! I really just want more plant life. I’ll feel more at home I guess, better.” Breathe in, breathe out, don’t think of the cults and the voices that hang around her. Her odd and terrible dreams. 

“Sorry to disappoint, but I didn’t want to get your hopes up on the whole thing. I tend to be a one person only sort of gal.” That’s how it’s always been, at least, and doing more than that seems uncomfortable. She adores Remy, after all, and how he looks at her. Miriam is hard-pressed to give that up.

“It’s been months.” She admits that much, fiddling with a few strands of deep, red hair. “So, yeah? I guess I qualify as experienced in this neck of the woods. Why? What sort of job?” Miriam taps her foot in her shoe, hand rubbing at her chin without much thought. “Looking to find out about something? A building? People? I can try to help out. Granted, I mainly focus on the place I own.” 

“Ah.” It’s immediately obvious what she means and it’s only mildly uncomfortable for Ba’al. Children- no babies, specifically . . . Are not a thing she enjoys thinking of, especially as of late. There’s a noticeable difference in her gaze as she looks away from the red head. Melancholy, her voice is a little humorless now- she doesn’t bother hiding it this once. “Yes, I am familiar with life events, and how they go.”

It’s a temporary thing though and she gathers herself back up again in no time, facing the other as if nothing had changed. “Plant life is good, flowers, thorns, vines, trees, they’re all rather pleasing to the eye. I have a fondness for them as well.” She isn’t particularly disappointed of course, it’s understandable. She was a pretty lady after all. “To each their own of course, it’s been awhile since I’ve been stuck to just one.”

Her eyes do perk up a bit at the mention of being somewhat of a veteran here and a small head tilt at the mention of ‘the place she owns’. “Yes, back where I’m from I worked in something . . . Similar to the military. Sort of like an off-branch of the main thing. I figured I could do police-work, maybe protect people here. I also did a lot of information gathering, interacting with the press, writing reports. Reeeeeeaaaaaaal fun stuff.” A small sigh before she continues. “It’s nice to have a sense of consistency in life though. I have to admit I’ve been somewhat of a drifter since arriving here. So as boring as those later parts were, anything would do really. I just need a . . . Distraction.”

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syntheticsong‌:

Was she pitying him? How odd, in Ai’s mind. He’d never been on the receiving end of pity, not that he’d ever pitied anyone either. Judging by her repetition of his words, her expression change, and continued words, Ai put together a general idea of the direction of her thoughts.

To be truthful, being this far from his job- no, from his purpose of creation- had left Ai off-kilter for several days, and the longer he remained here the more prevalent that feeling became. What did he miss most? Performing? The people and fans? The music? He didn’t know, but it was the closest he’d ever felt to homesickness.

Ai took the proffered hand in a handshake. “If that’s the case, please do visit the Theatre Company for the next performance. My name is Ai Mikaze.” A very small smile pulled up his lips. Just because Ai didn’t smile widely unless performing didn’t mean he couldn’t at all.

Something Ba’al had said caught his ear. “Superheroes? What are they like?”

He seemed to be intensely focused, if only for a few seconds before responding, his reactions were straightforward- rehearsed even? Perhaps a side effect of being an idol back in his world.

His smile is even more eerie, was it hard for him to do? Maybe . . . He didn’t get to do it often? Although it definitely didn’t come off as malicious so she happily returned it. “Ai Mikaze, the Theatre Company- I’ll keep it all in mind. Normally I’d have to schedule around it but . . . Ah, I’m lacking a job here myself.”

Oh? he was interested in Superheroes? Maybe he was a fellow comic fan-- but no he had asked what they were like . . . In person.

She raises a hand and scratches the back of her head, there were all kinds weren’t there? Just like normal people but . . . More, everything..

“I couldn’t tell you completely, I met a few in my line of work but we were often at odds. I lived with one for a short while as well though. They’re sort’ve workaholics, the job never leaves their mind even when they’re supposed to be relaxing.” Her gaze softens a bit, remembering fond memories of her teenage years. “But they come in all different shapes and sizes, just because they’re ‘superheroes’ doesn’t necessarily mean they’re kind or helpful to everyone. Some are in it purely for the fame, which I can understand securing a good source of income but . . . Hm, they usually aren’t as interesting. All the same my world needs all the heroes it can get, so I won’t complain.”

That was a lot more talking than she was used to doing.

“Did they not have anything like heroes in your world?”

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fcvetailed‌:

 “Military.” Shinobi training instilled in him says to not say he’s a actual shinobi and to keep matters close to the heart and mind. He bends to pick it up with ease, the frisbee like a little small plate in his hand before he tosses it with ferocity back to the -

Oh no it landed in the sea. 

Perhaps he was more bothered by it then he let on. 

Satisfied he wipes his hands of sand. 

 “How annoying.” But then a second later a beach ball hits his … knocking it off his head and revealing that his whole upper body was cloth in a monk like cloth and only his eyes were shown 

 “…”

He , steps on the ball and pops it without mercy. 

He certainly wasn’t one for words, how amusing. The ‘Strong Silent Type’ to a T, huh? She has another small laugh as the frisbee flies off into the ocean. “Unfortunate, that.”

At least he seemed to be in good spirits, she definitely wouldn’t be able to say the same for herself--- Ah. It seemed he had finally had enough, a foot promptly stepping down and destroying the ball.

At least, she gained some more info from it. He definitely looked more like a priest or monk than a warrior, how odd. . . Although it wasn’t as if exorcists weren’t used for war in her world. Perhaps . . . ?

“Such is the way for events like these, you seem to be quite the magnet for kids. Perhaps you were some kind of teacher back in your world? A retired military man? Well, either-way if you’d prefer we could move, lest you wish to attract more . . .” Her eyes drift to look at something behind him for a moment as another frisbee makes its way to him miraculously, maybe he’d catch it this time? It seemed like he had enough of it. “Attention.”

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venomousreaper‌:

Sand listens to the other talk about their home, but the answer feels rather vague in some senses. At the very least they might not of had Spirits in their home, at least in the same sense that Sand had in his own. He would find it strange if there really was a word that didn’t have any Spirits or Demons in it.

“It must be.. hard for you as well to be taken from a home you knew…“ He gives to that, but doesn’t push for anymore answers. The woman might just be wary of him, like he is wary of her after all.

Though he does look away from her when she questions his breathing and the smoke. Nobody else had really questioned it, and whatever he did say about it was because he decided to.

“Its safe… for me and others… if my breath is like this.“ He says, touching his mask a little, and trying to come up with an answer that didn’t give up that his breath was poison to everything but also was believable. Yet the other did bring up the curse word and he adds “If you can be born… with curses… then yes, it is one.“ 

He does keep avoiding looking at the other, clearly uncomfortable about the topic being brought up. His wings are fluffed ever so slightly, and his puffs of smoke are slightly more uneven.

Hard to be taken from her home? She wonders. She had a job, not just in title- a purpose, something she had to accomplish. Something only she could. She had people to pay back- her sister to take care of.

There was so much left undone, she had been putting it out of her mind the best she could. But even a slight mention-- it was like a snowball, one thing leading to another. Her hand tightens into a ball, trying to contain her anger at the situation.

“It’s . . . Difficult in someways I suppose.  I’m trying to look at the positives.” What positives? It’s not fair, it’s BULLSHIT. Is what she wants to say, everything she worked for? Gone? Like that? But she regains her composure. She didn’t know this person- this thing. She was just pretty sure, whatever it was-- it wasn’t human.

She notes his somewhat awkward look-a-way, his wings odd movement, an inconsistency in the breath. An uncomfortable topic, then? He had just called it a curse . . . She understood curses well. Maybe too well sometimes.

“A curse . . . Hm. You know, my family specialized in negating the effects of such things where I come from. Of course, I have no access to those powers at this exact moment but . . . If you’re interested in the future I could take a crack at it. Dispel it if you wanted me too.”

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floribusanctus‌:

“Perhaps you just didn’t take the time to let them pick up a book.” The words shot out before she could stop them. She was never this snippy, before everything that happened… happened. But after so much she’d found she had learned anger. A fire that sat in her chest, waiting to be billowed. She calmed herself before her words got anymore of an edge to them.

She knew what people initially thought when they thought of fairies, she was well aware of the stories and fables. 

Hawthorne sighs.

“I suppose they must be different worlds. Most fairies I know are farmers, and we have proper schooling, like you probably have. My mother was an excellent gardener.” She explains. Thinking about all the wonderful people she had known her entire life. People who she lost in almost an instant. 

“I do practice magic, I’ve been studying it my whole life. I was chosen as a pupil of Kal’theden a well known mage in my world. Her only student. Well…. recently I discovered my father used to study under her but that’s another story.” A bit rambly but she was proud of her accomplishments, “I’ve been studying specifically as her student for well over a decade. So I would say I’ve got a pretty good grasp on magic at this point. Though this world, pocket dimension, whatever, the one we are currently in have seems to have sapped that magic from me.”

Ba’al notes the irritation in her voice with that quick quip. She’d be inclined to argue it was never a matter of preventing them reading or interrupting but . . . This was clearly a sore subject for the other. “Perhaps you’re right, that could be my fault.”

Farmers? Well, they certainly did like plants. But the imagine of them lining up crops and tilling fields . . . ? It seemed there would be a lot she would have to reacquaint herself too in this world. Proper schooling on the other hand was . . . Subjective. She was pretty sure most people- even in her world did not go through her schooling.

But it would be odd to assume the fairy could know this, and rude to expect it, so she doesn’t.

“I see. farmers hm? I guess that makes some sense . . . At least if I picture flowers and mushrooms and the like I suppose. I don’t see why they couldn’t handle other things.”

She has no idea who that person is, unsurprisingly. A decade of magical training though? That’s quite a bit, almost as much as Ba’al had done herself.

“I seem it seems you are quite dedicated to the art then, I can respect that. I myself have been training in magic for just about a decade as well. . . And like you I find that nearly every ounce of my power has been stripped from me in this place.” She looks off the side, clearly annoyed by that fact. “It is nice to meet other magically inclined people here though- if we’re going through a similar situation we might be able to help each other.” A short pause as she considers her words. “If, you even want to get them back I suppose.”

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grexsemxnkcy‌:

unstopabaal liked your post “Starter call for my beloved woman. It’s uncapped for now so like away…”

She’s been in this very same position since morning! Then, how many cigarettes has she smoke already? There’s a trail of burnt out ones beside her. There must be around 10? 20? At least it isn’t too much. Not to mention, right beside her right foot, there’s some carry-out bags. AT LEAST she’s eaten and drank something. 

Today seems to be one of those days. One of those days where she’s relaxing instead of fixing something or getting back to working on building a mechanic shop. There’s been a lot of robots or androids poppin’ up. 

Ba’al could say she’s not one to typically get involved in other people’s business . . . But she’d be lying, she’d be lying rather horribly. So it’s only natural when she sees a woman laying out- practically, technically on the street . . . She feels it’s necessary. Stopping and standing over the woman for a moment.

Okay just, be polite Ba’al. She remembers how do to that. It’s easy.

“Do you . . . Need help? Maybe a place to shower?” She was under the impression most people had been given housing upon arriving. “Or do you just like sitting in . . . “ Filth, is what she wants to say. “Garbage.” Not much better.

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unparalleledgenius‌:

As soon as Emily found out there was a university stashed within the ward she would be living in, why she’d cried out with such excitement she was almost sure she had broken a nearby window with her shrill scream of glee. It had been years since she had attended any sort of schooling (not that she needed any more degrees to add to her repertoire) but being the sort who needed answers to the hundreds of questions that swirled through her mind, the doctor hadn’t delayed any further time and wandered through the halls while humming to herself. It warmed her heart to see she wasn’t the only one within the university walls – such a sight for sore eyes to see those interested in higher education! The looks of bright eyed discovery as someone found the answer they sought…furrowed confusion across students faces; Emily’s heart felt warm as she grinned to herself.

Though an unfamiliar voice stopped her dead in her tracks, heels that clicked mercilessly across marbled floor ceased as it was her turn for a confused expression as she peered over her shoulder. A woman she’d never seen before with an inquisitive look about her, asking if she were a professor here! Emily blinked once and then laughed.

“Oh, me, dear! You have the wrong sort of doctor! Though I was considering for a moment applying… Perhaps I would be a good teacher, don’t you think?” Emily you can’t just ask a stranger that sort of thing – “Anyway! I’m the medical sort of doctor, not the teaching type. If you ever need to be patched up, I’ll always be happy to help.”

“I’m just as lost as you are, come to find answers of my own! I love a good research day, don’t you? Oh! Where are my manners?! Silly me, Doctor Emily Grey, at your service. And you are, sweet pea?”  

That was quite the reaction- and quite the voice to match. It was oddly off-putting, the smile she had on, the cheeriness. None of it felt particularly fake. Ba’al was good at sniffing out fakes. She was just . . . Naturally enthusiastic? 

Odd.

She opens her mouth to respond to the first question, but quickly closes it as the other continues talking. Perhaps, she should’ve expected that. If nothing else, it puts Ba’al at some ease, she even has a genuine smile. This change of pace was a welcome one.

“Well, as for you first question, I think you’d definitely be an interesting teacher, I might consider taking a class myself. Depending on what you would have taught.”

A medical sort of a doctor? Interesting, she had not yet ran into any M.D’s in the city yet . . . This could prove useful, given her lack of, well, everything in this world. She offers a slight bow to the other woman, a simple form of respect.

“My name is Ba’al, it is a pleasure to meet you Emily Grey- Sorry, Doctor Emily Grey.” Titles were important after all, as her own would be eventually. Might as well show respect to others now. “Unfortunate, but I’d be happy to accompany you for bit whilst we both seek our answer- two heads are better than one, right? At least, when they’re as pretty as our own I imagine.”

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millesimus‌:

@unstopabaal || ba’al come visit me at my shop 8(

“Ba’aaaaaaal!!” She’s jogging to catch up the her new acquainted friend from the festival, stopping before her and smiling. “There you are! I was looking everywhere for you! I wanted to share something new and exciting with you.”

Honestly, even if Ba’al didn’t like flowers that much, food was always a good way to get to know someone since everyone seemed to like eating something! Plus, she did want to make more friends here, get to know people. Beyond that, figuring out if she’d ever get home wasn’t a thought since…well, it seemed impossible at the moment. 

Anyway…

“I opened a flower shop and bakery. Do you want to come by and check it out? I’ll make you something if you want!” She was excited and obviously she had wanted to show it off. “Pleaseeeee?”

The voice is familiar and yet, still catches her off guard- if perhaps simply because she is so unaccustomed to people saying her name like that. Or at all. Although it immediately makes sense in her head as she turns and finds a familiar face to match the voice.

She’s, a little taken back at first, it’s been awhile since someone has been so directly sociable with her. She recovers quickly, though a easy smile at the other.. “Something . . . New and exciting?” She did like new and exciting things . . . “You know, you could have just. Texted me, Elysia.” She won’t give her too hard a time about it though, she is curious as to what the other has to say.

She nods slowly as the brunette talks, A bakery AND a flower shop? That’s quite the aesthetic combination . . . She  WOULD like to check it out. Not to mention her friend’s enthusiasm, could she even say no?

“Certainly I’d be happy too. It sounds like quite the place already- and I do love flowers . . .” Baking was nice too, you could make lots of pretty food. She always loved taking pictures of her fancy meals back home. “By all means lead the way, I’ll follow. I’m sure if it’s anything like the owner I’ll be blown away by it.”

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whxrlwxnd‌:

＞　What was this girls deal? 

     “Nah, I usually just let the wind do whatever it wants.” Zaveid shrugs. “If I get something in it I do have to take care of that though. You know hard blood is to get out of white hair?” He grumbles. Grass stains were one thing, but red? Impossible.

  He rests his elbow on his knee and blinks at her. “No, I’m not human. And I don’t know what an elf is.” Raising an eyebrow, he leans his head on his hand. “Why is what I am so important? Because I don’t have an answer either way.”

“Just let the wind do whatever it wants?” What did that even mean? That made absolutely no sense. Did he just . . . Not take care of it at all? That was amazingly unfair in that case. Maybe he just used magic too- - -

“No, I’m not human. “

There’s an uncomfortable brief shift in her stance, her cautious curios gaze changing into one of disdain. She can’t particularly help it, but she recovers quick enough. She isn’t sure if she cares yet.

“I know how hard it is to get out of blonde hair, and hair and in general. I’ve got quite a lot of experience with it, actually.” Her tone is, somewhat cold, matter-of-fact esque now. “Ah, I suppose it doesn’t matter much. Depending.” Depending on what? As if she’d say. “I suppose it’s just not an every-day thing to meet a non-human who looks so . . . Well, human? I’m used to dealing with various spirits . . . Monsters . . . Ghosts. I grew up with them really.  Such if the life of an exorcist.”

She lets that last bit out very intently, she wants to see a reaction from him. Fear? Respect? Indifference? She wanted to know more. He wasn’t human . . . Elf . . . ‘just let the wind do whatever it wants’ Some kind of Air elemental? No that couldn’t be quite right they never took humanoid forms.

So . . . Spirit? His carefree attitude certainly could attest to that. They never did care much about others.

She smiles, holding out a hand towards him. A fairly firm grip waiting for him.

“Sorry if I’m a little off-putting, I’ve been told I’m a little awkward around new people. My name is Ba’al, nice to meet you.”

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. ❜

❛ You are going to break your promise. ❜

❛ I understand. ❜

❛ And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you. ❜

❛ Oh, I will be cruel to you. ❜

❛ It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. ❜

❛ But you understand, don’t you? ❜

❛ I am a demanding creature. ❜

❛ I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. ❜

❛ For you alone I will be weak. ❜

❛ I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. ❜

❛ In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold. ❜

❛ I have looked for your face in the patterns of the ice. ❜

❛ I moved the earth and the water for you. ❜

❛ Because my magic is as strong as an arm. ❜

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. ❜

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ You will always run away with her. ❜

❛ You will always lose her. ❜

❛ You will always be a fool. ❜

❛ War is not for winning. ❜

❛ But her heart was so cold that she could hold ice in her mouth and it would never melt. ❜

❛ You look like a winter night. ❜

❛ But if you must be clever, then be clever. ❜

❛ Be brave. ❜

❛ Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight. ❜

❛ She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat. ❜

❛ How I adore you. ❜

❛ Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me. ❜

❛ Oh, quit that. ❜

❛ In his own country, death can be kind. ❜

❛ Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing. ❜

❛ Someone ought to write a novel about me. ❜

❛ I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived. ❜

❛ What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists? ❜

❛ After love, no one is what they were before. ❜

❛ In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you. ❜

❛ No one is now what they were before the war. There’s just no getting any of it back. ❜

❛ How long your hair has grown. You could strangle a man in it. ❜

❛ I have survived, but I have not been spared. ❜

❛ After all, when all else is gone, you may still have bitterness in abundance. ❜

❛ I’ve a devil of a habit for being right. ❜

❛ Everyone is a criminal! ❜

❛ Naturally, then, humans fall into three categories: the criminal, the not-yet-criminal, and the not-yet-caught. ❜

❛ Forests have secrets. ❜

❛ We are better at this than you are. ❜

❛ We can hold two terrible ideas at once in our hearts. ❜

❛ It’s not so bad, my darling. ❜

❛ I look at you and it is like my throat being cut. ❜

❛ Do you think I am a fool? ❜

❛ Did you never think, even once, that I loved lipstick and rouge for more than their color alone? ❜

❛ I still want to kiss you. ❜

❛ I hate it here. ❜

❛ He’ll burn you down like wax if you let him. ❜

❛ Did I not come to you on my knees with a kingdom in my hand? ❜

❛ I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too. ❜

❛ My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it. ❜

❛ Nothing ever truly dies. ❜

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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

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andsoimuse: 

take a breath, spit out the blood in your mouth, and get back up on your feet. you still got a couple of motherfuckers to prove wrong.

[unstopabaal]

[work] my muse avoiding doing something they should be doing

Seven Sinday Memes

Send a word for my muse to react to your muse doing the following:[work] my muse avoiding doing something they should be doing.

Ba’al drums her fingers along the table, this was definitely not your usual customer. Did he even want to catch the people who took his stuff? She lets out a little huff of annoyance, as she waves away the waitress again.

“Look, I’m here to help you get your stuff back- find out who took it. Not to make new friends.” A tiny click as she presses down on the end of a pen, sliding it over to him. “I appreciate the thought and all but I’ve got a lot of stuff to do- this is but a small stop on my list.”

She leans back, arms folded staring down the other. He didn’t seem like a bad person really, but she really needed him to fill out this paperwork already. She sees him look up excitedly for a moment, already knowing what he’s going to ask-

“No. We cannot go on an adventure to find them together.”

[unstopabaal]

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Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters

🎹Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room

“You look a little frightened kid.” She’s only teasing, frightened isn’t quite the right word- just on edge. Which was perhaps understandable with the lack of lights- the howling wind and the rumors. Oh the rumors.

Haunting ghosts, spirits that hadn’t moved on- and perhaps something darker something keeping these here forcefully. . . . Not to mention how many of them were the result of murders and the like- Cultists even forging pacts.

Admittedly, given her background of course Ba’al was adept at dealing with stuff like this. She didn’t see any standard examples of a spirit using the house as a host however. It was starting to seem more likely there was something else here though- alive.

Even as they walk through the dining hall . . .Sounds come from the main hall, a slow tune, echoing throughout the house. Someone playing a piano? How cliche could you get.

“Don’t worry, I think we’ll find what we’re looking for soon.” A few ominous laughs, perhaps scarier than she intends it to be. “And they will not be happy I’ve found them.

[unstopabaal]

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Soft Affection

Send in an icon for my muse to: 🍫 quietly hand over a treat/food item

She was used to this kind of thing, she spent almost all of her free time in questionable places back home. So the idea someone was thrown back onto her table, cracking it was only a minor inconvenience at best.

The man in question who was thrown was back up, right as rain in just a few seconds though. Unperturbed by any damage he might’ve taken, when slamming into said table. In only a few more moments two other rough-and-tough looking men start throwing punches again. He’s not taking them this time though, a good side step- excellent uppercut knocks one out right away.

The other is a bit more aggressive but as hard as he tries he can’t land a hit on the more nimble fighter- and when he finally throws a punch just a little too wide the nimble fighter’s elbow meets his face- followed by a crushing kick to his center.

Ba’al claps a few times as the dust clears- the fighter still seems barely worked out at all. Maybe she’d get the chance to fight him one day. Not, this day though- she already had a previous appointment in a different part of the red light district.

“Hey.” She tosses over a small bag of candy she was planning on having with her drinks. “Good show out there, really liked it. Won’t be needing those with my drinks gone though. Enjoy.” 

[unstopabaal]

royalpoofs‌:

“You know…..We never actually did find out how he died. I was young. The fact….a fact I only recently found out that she could change form from human to dragon could be a factor. Now I’m wandering myself. Was Narissa a dragon in disguise or a human with powers….“

“This is why I never got involved with politics, all the trouble to hide these kills, pretending to be someone else. I’d be run thin in days. . . Although if you’re wondering it was most likely a human with dragon-esque powers. At least, in my experience that’s the case.”

[unstopabaal]

royalpoofs‌:

“Tachnically…she was my step mom but hey my father saw something in her.“

“In her?” Was that a pun, given the topic was dragons. “You don’t mean like, literally in her- right? Like she didn’t eat him, I hope.”