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@venors
𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂. 𝙰𝚂𝙺. 𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁.
𝙰𝚂𝙺. 𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂. 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃.
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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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
@unforgivn ◜ ☾ generated starter, sasha + tyreese ( 176 ) ◞
❛❛ when you’re lost, i’ll find a way, and i’ll be your light. ❜❜ a reassuring hand plants itself onto her brother’s shoulder, a loving squeeze that says i’m here, and i’m not going anywhere, i love you. her throat catches, but only because she knows that it is a promise that she can’t possibly keep, something out of her realm of control.
@everstride ◜ ☾ generated starter, effy + naomi ( 33 ) ◞
❛❛ god, i wish i never spoke. now i gotta wash my mouth out with soap. ❜❜ hands find themselves placed on her lap, fingers itching for a cigarette between them, lungs crying for that toxic smoke to cloud everything, cloud judgement, feelings.
@everstride ◜ ☾ generated starter, carl + lori ( 28 ) ◞
❛❛ what am i supposed to do? ❜❜ gaze averts to the wall, shame? maybe. or avoiding that feeling that worms it’s way in, that pit that plants itself into the bottom of your stomach, when you know you’ve disappointed someone that you care about, that you love.
@infectes ◜ “ this could be an ambush. ” ◞
the air was still, stagnant. unusual for being this close to what was once a city. the screams of the infected would fill the winds, making their presence known. but this time, there was silence. and that put tess on edge more than runners, clickers, stalkers. the unknown. infected were predictable, they never evolved beyond sheer primal urges, tearing flesh from bone. it was the humans that had begun to evolve, driven by survival alone. and sometimes, those humans would do that by any means necessary, even if meant betraying their own kind. they were worse than the infected. the husks of cars long since left behind lay pushed to the side of the road, like an opening, or easy access? every second that went by, she was analysing the scene. tess knew both sides. hell, she’d lived it at one point, early on in the apocalypse. hand moves to ellie’s shoulder to bring her close, inside voices only until they knew what the hell they were dealing with. tess’ voice a quiet rasp against the breeze.
❛❛ looks like it. damn hunters. listen. you stay low and you stay in my sight. at all times. ❜❜ a pause to look to the road ahead, check anything that may have moved, or even breathed, whilst she had her eyes off of it. ❛❛ do not wander off too far. stay close, and we may just make it through here yet. ❜❜
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@seraophic ◜ ♡ for a canon dialogue starter ◞
elouise rarely made the trip to metropolis, but when she did, the park was her favourite place to go. something about the air, the greenery, it was a nice escape from gotham city. she didn’t mind the slight chill that the breeze carried either, it was soothing. the tall buildings brought on the same vertigo but she just allowed herself to admire the scenery as she sauntered along the path. here the stresses of her studies and her night — job seemingly melted away. staying in a hotel also added to this illusion that she was somehow living a different life. she could be a different person here. not that she’d want to, though. helping people was all she knew, and all she’d continue to know, until the day she decides that enough is enough. something bugged her, though. something that influenced her decision to take a trip here, or someone. it wasn’t unusual for bad men to find out about her clinic and want to put an end to it, put an end to the woman who had a hand in helping vigilantes get back into fighting shape. it definitely wasn’t part of her job description, and at times, she felt helpless. she definitely wasn’t a fighter, and probably never would be. it would go directly against her want to heal.
❛❛ no matter how bad things get, something good is out there, over the horizon. ❜❜ it was almost as if she was trying to remind herself of that, over and over again.
@buildhope ◜ “ i didn’t want you to be alone. ” ◞
first line of defence: to bite, resort to sarcasm, spit venom from a forked — tongue, all of that residual angst and embarrassment that currently sits red hot on her cheeks. rhea sits on grass, feet planted on a skateboard that has seen better days, rolling it back and forth over the dirt. after a small row, blown out of proportion by rhea, she’d stormed out of the barrington house, granting herself the startled eyes of other members of the hilltop community. most days it felt as though rhea was a soda can that had been shaken up one too many times, so easy to burst, to be handled with care. but, for her own sake and consequence more than anything, she simmers down, locks away that ceaseless need to lash out.
❛❛ you’re not gonna lecture me too, are you? ❜❜ dark brows furrow, spoken with caution, still at it with her feet atop the skateboard. the dull noise of wheels grating against mud somewhat soothing to her. ❛❛ 'cause i really don’t need that right now. ❜❜
@wtrss ◜ “ there’s worse ways to go. ” ◞
the chill of the mojave desert is still felt ghosting over her skin like a crooned whisper, causing skin and goosebumps to prickle all over. hairs standing on end. faint scents of gunpowder, cigarettes, cheap cologne — they all melded together into the cocktail of that night, harder than any martini sylvie had drank at the atomic wrangler casino in freeside. while there was truth in that statement, this was not death, her physical form had not gone anywhere. it was something tethering her to this place. purgatory, limbo, whatever place you chose to believe in. it was the in — between. the scar hidden by platinum bangs had long since healed, but the mental scar felt as fresh as ever. out of all the things that could kill you in the mojave: deathclaws, radiation, ghouls, the last thing sylvie expected was a prick in a checked suit.
❛❛ i —... maybe. but being out there, on your knees, at someone else’s mercy. i’d rather the bullet have just killed me. ❜❜ chest brings in a deep breath. ❛❛ don’t suppose you smoke? ❜❜
inferneal:
𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 due to their subtle notes of fruit & a sweet, syrupy body — a good blend can be ingested without cream and sugar, and bruce is much more biased to black. though he operates best at night, moments like these make mornings much less insufferable; tired eyes become steady, and the fog which choked his mind [ still so hazy from only a few hours’ rest ] clears. the ache in his body can be disguised, now; scars and bruises that tear through skin are hidden, encased in sleek, mulberry silk. and while the tempest that churns in deep, azure eyes cannot leave, it is veiled with repose.
❝ yes … yes, you are, ❞ he says. his voice is soft, non-invasive; it integrates well with gentle birdsong outside, daring not to disturb the hushed morning air. ❝ people take notice when you put in hard work. that’s why i wanted to talk with you today. ❞
having someone of such high status sat inside of her apartment did allow a slight fear of inadequacy to creep up on her, but she swallowed down the feeling with a mouthful of coffee and allowed the caffeine to take control of her body, sharpen her perceptions and at the very least, wake her up a little. elouise perches on the edge of her velveteen sofa, one leg crossing over the other. usually, she’d be splayed across it in a way that was more acceptable in the presence of close friends, not billionaires. there was a level of professionalism she felt as though she had to uphold, and so she did. back straight, leg hung over the other delicately, demeanour entirely open and relaxed.
bruce’s response was not one she was expecting, but she puts a brave face on, softens her features, waits a moment before parting her lips to speak, allowing any possible tremble in her throat to fade into nothing. ❛❛ with me? well, you certainly have my attention. what is it? ❜❜
@inescape ◜ ♡ for a canon dialogue starter, butch deloria. ◞
the chatter of vault 101 ebbs and flows, in and out. temples pounding against the shrill laughter of the children, and the droning of the adults. no amount of nuka cola would help to nurse this hangover, and the thought of anything stronger span audrey’s stomach and threatened a gag at the bottom of her throat. water was out of the question, that metallic tang brought on by the recyclers wanted to make her heave more than last night’s bourbon. still, she takes another swig of the sweet carbonation and struggles a swallow. something had happened last night, she took something? broke something? couldn’t remember. remembering was the least of her worries right now, as the throbbing intensified the more people entered the canteen, more — so when the esteemed tunnel snakes decided to make their presence known, attached at the hip, as per usual. their demand for attention, for reverence, astounded her.
❛❛ nope. nothing to do with me. ❜❜ gaze remains on her hands that cradle the now empty nuka cola bottle, turning it between her fingers to read the typography, mind seemingly absent from the conversation. purposefully, of course.
donesurvivin:
❝ you don’t need to worry about me. ❞ — tess ( @venors ).
when he scoffs , it echoes in the empty apartment. the place isn’t particularly spacey , but there’s such lack of decor , it feels as if it were twice its real size. especially , when he comes back home alone , or when tess fails to check in , because he doesn’t need to worry about her.
one would’ve thought that in all their years working together , she would’ve picked it up by now that he’s , inevitably , going to worry. perhaps , he could try and explain it has nothing to do with believing her incompetent to care for herself , it’s always been quite the opposite; he worries because he trusts she , too , would worry if it was him in her place. but he chokes on own words every time he tries to get the message through.
❝ clearly , i don’t. ❞ he spits irony-heavy , adding to the tension built on the pavement of own awkward silence. ❝ so , y’gonna tell me how the deal went off , or ‘m s'posed t’ take a guess? ❞
the tension weighed heavy in their apartment, a familiar yet exciting feeling, welcoming, almost. to tess it was, anyway. as much as the pair did together, she liked to test him still, after all these years. call it a defence mechanism, if you want. but it wasn’t unusual for a partnership to suddenly turn for the worst in this new world of theirs. especially in their trade. that wasn’t the reason tess went alone, though. she could play it off as wanting to blow off some pent — up steam, someone looked at her the wrong way, maybe. really, these deals always had a higher probability of going south than going right, and it was in her nature for her to want to take the brunt of that, spare the others of a beating, she could take it. tess had a feeling that joel wouldn’t share the same sentiment, though. he could handle it. he definitely could. but there was still that lingering what if that haunted her.
❛❛ bored without me, huh? ❜❜ her tone matches that off joel, like a stand — off between two equally as capable marksmen. deflection, was sometimes a cop out, sure. but joel could be relentless when he wanted to be. she saunters from the front door, planting herself on the edge of the kitchen slash dining room slash living room table, it was multi — purpose. ❛❛ ‘m alive, alright? so assume the deal went well enough. ❜❜