(vb.) hunt, chase

¨      𝙰𝙲𝚃 𝟷,      ᵒⁿˡʸ   ⁱⁿ   ᵐʸ   ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ.

[venors]

                                     𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂.         𝙰𝚂𝙺.         𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁.

𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂: inescape,         blog-wide.

𝙴𝚇𝙲𝙻𝚄𝚂𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 inescape,         butch deloria for audrey renfield.

𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝙻𝚂𝙾 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙴: 357revolver,      rick grimes.

[realtais]

                                        𝙰𝚂𝙺.       𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂.      𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃.

[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

[venors]

reminder that i’m also over at ivy @naturewins

[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

[venors]

@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.

[venors]

@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. 

[venors]

@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.   

[venors]

@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.    ❜❜ 

[esbye]

sandcvstles​:

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[venors]

@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.

[venors]

[venors]

@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.   ❜❜

[venors]

@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?    ❜❜

[venors]

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?      ❜❜

[venors]

@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.

[venors]

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.    ❜❜