viribus

Stand up, warrior; you are not yet finished. Beaten you may be, but broken? Angels have fallen from greater heights and survived, so why shouldn’t you? private gbf multi-muse.

[virtutie]

@kovyou from here

⚔ ;

With creatures that act by instinct only, he should expect the unexpected; however, these cats were usually well-behaved and hardly caused trouble.  It’s why he didn’t expect it to jump up suddenly and hit the cups of coffee with its clumsy paws.  A frown and a sigh--clearly as usual Kaede would be taking the feline’s side.  

❛ ...It broke your cups, and you’re really not mad at that? ❜  

He replies as he stares at the orange tabby whose purring sounded like an engine.  It’s almost concerning how happy it sounded while the “bad cop” held it.   

❛ You’ll forgive them no matter what. ❜  

The primarch mutters as he grabs a towel and bends to clean up its mess.  The towel soaks into the fabric and he starts picking up the broken pieces of porcelain.   

 ❛ Is there anything that can annoy you?  ❜       

[virtutie]

🐶 [ to jjamil's cheek thank u bye ]

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

《🗡》

His body stiffens at such a soft contact ; heat rushing to his cheeks immediately.  He was sure she could feel his blushing cheeks, and that only brought more embarrassment as he hesitates whether to pull away or not.  It had been a long time since he felt such gentle contact and at once he wonders whether he deserves it or not.  His hands were unclean and covered in blood.  Such a person didn’t deserve the soft affection he was given...

But he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from her.  

He had resigned himself to solitary forever, but his skin prickles where she nuzzles him and he can’t help but want more.  All his training as an assassin didn’t prepare him to be touch-starved; there was no poison or medicine to take when his heart longed for this friendly touch to last.    

 ❝ M-Miyuki, are you alright? ❞  

He trips over his words like a child.  He wants to savor the touch but he pulls away from her a tad, golden hues staring at her own flushed cheeks.  

At least both had red in their cheeks to match.

[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

[virtutie]

kovyou‌:

〘楓〙

  “About a dog, and a cat trying to go home.”

《✵》

❝ ...Then it has a good ending. ❞  

[virtutie]

kovyou‌:

〘楓〙

   "A book.” 

《✵》

❝ Which one?  A new one?❞  

[virtutie]

kovyou‌:

〘楓〙

    Do what you want, she’s reading.

《✵》

Leans against her.   

 ❝ …What are you reading?❞

[virtutie]

kovyou‌:

〘楓〙

    “Don’t know what you mean.  I’m reading.”

《✵》

❝ ...... ❞ 

Fine, he’s gonna sit next to her. 

[virtutie]

@kovyou 

《✵》

❝ Why are you being so pouty? ❞  

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Soft Affection

Send in an icon for my muse to: 

🎀 Play with your muse’s hair

✋ brush fingers/hold hands

👉 Gently poke or prod yours

💐 give a gift

🎎 sit close enough to brush knees/lean against yours

🛌 take a nap with yours

🖐 tracing fingers against your muse’ skin or over a scar/other

🍫 quietly hand over a treat/food item

☺ stroke your muse’s cheek/face

🧥 be found wearing your muse’s sweater/coat/article of clothing

✨+ add your own

🐱 to reverse

[virtutie]

《Miyuki》

〖 ⎯✫⎯ 〗

        As she pulls him along, Miyuki casually puts a hand to her face to feel its temperature. Warm, but not warm enough. A part of her heaves a sigh of relief at knowing that even though her nerves are fraying at her bold move, the color of her face did not betray her. At least, not yet.

        Upon reaching the client’s home, the sun had already touched the horizon—it would likely be dark by the time the both of them got back to the ship. She glances back at the assassin when she hears his question. Though she can only see faint traces of the heat within his cheeks, it is endearing enough to make her smile.

        “I would love if you did,” she responds. “but the choice is up to you.”

        The young woman suddenly turns to face her companion unexpectedly, grasping the other’s warm hand in both of hers. Her eyes gleam at him with something akin to pride.

        “You didn’t push me away this time.” she says softly, expression innocently joyful as she motions to their entwined hands. “Perhaps we can call this progress?”

        She laughs a little, letting go of his hand before Jamil can react. Turning towards the door of the client, she knocks and announces their arrival with the plants. Within a matter of seconds an old man opens the door, his wife visible in the recesses of the small home, and the three are quickly engaged in conversation.

《🗡》

Surprise echoes in his expression as he follows her gaze to their entwined fingers; heat begins to swell towards his cheeks again as he hears her positive comment.  He clears his throat, as gold gaze drifts downward to hide his noticeably red cheeks.  

Thankfully, the girl pulls away from him but not before he catches a quick glance at her reddening cheeks, adding color to her normally ivory colored skin--it was nice to know that he wasn’t alone (again) in the mutual embarrassment, or rather shyness.  

Despite her invite to join her in talking with the clients, he lingers behind her his gaze watching their surroundings for any surprising threats that may occur.  Most people seemed preoccupied going about their business since they were still near the town’s marketplace but he had been on the streets long enough to learn that sometimes towns just had the illusions of peace.  

Trouble could be around every corner and all it took was one person who decides to be unruly and threatening.  His body tenses when he hears a loud voice but he relaxes as the words ‘for sake’ hit his ears.  He only truly relaxes as he hears her footsteps on stone come back towards him.   

 ❝ Did they need more of that plant or was that enough? ❞  

[virtutie]

《Miyuki》:

〖 ⎯✫⎯ 〗

        The young woman glances back towards her companion again as they make their way through town, his silence eliciting her curiosity. The light of the setting sun reflects off his brooding face and, judging from the frown that graces his features, she wonders if the topic has made him uncomfortable in some way.

        “Haha, I think it’s a little different from being homesick.” she suggests with a small laugh. In fact, she knows—never in her life would she dare step foot back into that prison of a mansion out of her own will. That place had few good memories kept within it. Miyuki contemplates telling Jamil about it, but decides that this is neither the place nor time.

        “Maybe one day, when my ability to become one with the night can rival yours.” she jokes as they approach the town square, still bustling with buyers and sellers even at this hour. It would be difficult to make their way through without getting separated. “But right now, I’d much rather stay here.”

        Suddenly, her hand takes hold of the assassin’s in a gentle but firm grasp. A heat begins to form at her cheeks as she deliberately avoids eye contact with her companion, staring at the crowd while repeatedly telling herself that it wasn’t weird unless she made it weird.

        “We have to move fast. Let’s go.” With that she pulls him along, leading the way as she weaves through the sea of people.

《🗡》

He was about to offer her stealth lessons but the words never formed.  Instead, it was just a quick intake of breath as he feels her soft hands wrap around his own.  Gold hues glance in confusion, gaze looking down at their hands and around them. No one seemed to bat an eye at them as they continued their business but he feels his cheeks heat up again and he pulls his hood down with his free hand. 

It takes him a few seconds, but he finally manages a mumbled reply.

 ❝ R-Right. ❞  

His hand tentatively squeezes back, clearly unsure what he was supposed to do.   The assassin couldn’t see his companion’s expression but he wonders if it’s red like his own.  Her touch was comforting, and it surprises him how much it was able to quell some of the feelings that came up.  

He missed this feeling.  It was something he hadn’t felt in years.  

Soon they stop in front of the house the client was lived in, and he glances at their hands, and the door.   

 ❝ Do you want me to come in with you? ❞  

[virtutie]

《Miyuki》

〖 ⎯✫⎯ 〗

        “I do.” she replies, more than eager to engage in conversation. She looks down, taking care to avoid trampling on a stray flower blooming in the middle of the path. Above them, the dusk sky fades into soft shades of lavender and orange.

        “It was a little intimidating at first, but everyone was so nice and welcoming, even though I didn’t know the first thing about skyfaring… I still don’t, though.” Miyuki says with a laugh. “Here with you guys, I… feel like an actual person that matters. I haven’t felt like that since the last time I spent time with my grandparents.”

        A pang of loneliness resonates in her chest when she remembers them. She still vividly recalls the singing melodies from her grandmother’s flute flute and her grandfather’s nimble fingers on the piano keys. Every breath, every pedal push—she remembered them all. The duets they sang together never failed to take her breath away.

        “My only regret… might be leaving them behind.” she adds softly, a small wistful smile forming as she looks up at the approaching town gates. Those things are in the past, and yet she doesn’t think she could ever truly let go of them.

《🗡》

Her words were almost muted by the sounds around them with them being so soft.  He can’t see her expression, but her words tug at emotions he felt at times; homesick.  Longing.  He’s seen the face of those emotions before, on himself and on other people in the crew.  However, unlike him she had a place to return to on the ship--and it was wishful thinking on his part to assume he had the same.  

He had lost his place to return too years ago, not keeping his promise of meeting them again.  Would they still welcome him when they found out what he had done?  

No, they were just people.  

He was not.  

A frown forms briefly and it was the only sign of the discomforting feelings that began to swell up.

 ❝ If you’re feeling homesick, I’m sure the captain wouldn’t mind going back for a visit.?  They’re very understanding people. ❞  

He didn’t know the full story of her joining the crew, just that Tsurumaru had something to do with it.      

 ❝ I can help you sneak around, if you wish. ❞  

[virtutie]

rebellious teenage son ookurikara ;

-【 剣 】-

        His hand clenches around the sheath of his sword in anger. It takes every fiber of his being to keep himself from drawing the blade and slashing at the other’s mouth that spewed words he knew were right. She had never liked strife and conflict, a pacifist that always tried to resolve things with gentle guidance. The primal feels like he is being choked when he imagines what kind of face she would be making if she could see him now.

        But he was a primal of war. He was made for fighting, for killing. It was his very purpose. What else was he supposed to do?

        “You think talking is enough to convince bandits and treasure hunters from uprooting the place?” he spits, yellow eyes flickering as his power fluctuates. The notion itself is foolish—surely, even Sandalphon knew that. There was nothing that could stop a stubborn human blinded by the allure of glory and fame.

        Not even her weak pleas and dimming eyes, which were more painful than any weapon to ever pierce his skin.

        “If you care so much about whether they die or not, you do something about it. Even killing flies gets annoying when there’s enough of them.”

⚔ ;

❛ If I did something, it’ll just make you angrier.  You can’t stay like this forever even if you’re immortal. ❜  

The primarch feels the wave of power tense in the air but he keeps his red gaze impassive.  The other couldn’t bully him off the island; he wasn’t as weak as the few who ventured here.  For a moment he debates to indulge the idea of a fight.  He was bad with words, but maybe actions could get through the war primal’s thick skull.  

❛ Not everyone who ventures here has a rotten core--some are just looking for an adventure.  If you took the time to explain what’s on here instead of ruthlessly killing everything that lands here it could prevent more bloodshed. ❜  

Or so he’d like to believe; has to believe.  The people of the sky had the potential to grow, and improve.  He can see what Lucifer had seen in them all those years ago--at least he’d like to think so. 

❛ Give them a warning; watch them first.  See what kind of people they are.  Don’t assume all humans are the same.  ❜         

[virtutie]

《Miyuki》

〖 ⎯✫⎯ 〗

        She pauses in her tracks at his words, glancing back to look at his figure. Jamil’s face is now completely obscured from view by his hood, in what she believes to be embarrassment. Though she had been plagued with emotions of guilt and mild shame at her earlier impulsive action, most of it dissipates at the endearing sight of the assassin attempting to hide himself.

        “If you didn’t mind it, should I do it again?” she asks in a singing manner, an attempt to lighten his mood and a subtle message to not worry about it. The question is a joke, and she hopes he doesn’t take it seriously. In fact, in order to prevent him from doing so, the young woman changes the subject immediately.

        “I can see the smoke from the chimneys of town. Let’s give these plants to the client so we can head back to the ship for the day.”

《🗡》

He wonders quietly how he must look; he feels like a little child again, not understand nuances of interaction the correct way.  It wasn’t a horrible feeling, just foreign; one he thought he wouldn’t feel again after walking int he darkness for so long.  Her teasing tone does nothing to help him so he peeks out to see her back facing, looking at the gray smoke in the distance.  

His head nods in reply, continuing to still walk behind her.  It was too risky for him to travel in the shadows like he normally would.  While the client had mentioned the path was relatively safe, there still was a chance of monsters popping out or bandits roaming.  It was best to be in sight to make sure it didn’t look like she was traveling alone.  

Silence sits again between them and while less awkward than the one moments earlier, his mind still tells him to fill it in with something.  

It reminds him of the times before where others would urge him to talk more.   

 ❝ Do you...like traveling with us--them so far? ❞  

It had been hard to adjust when he first joined a crew; he wonders if it’s the same for her.

[virtutie]

rebellious teenage son ookurikara ;

-【 剣 】-

        Ookurikara only scoffs in response. He sure hadn’t heard that one before—in fact, the primal is sure that there is literallly nothing on the island that would even be of interest to the primarch besides himself. Besides that and her sleeping vessel, the place is riddled only with dead bodies and a slowly recovering ecosystem.

        “Would you rather I push them off the edge instead? If blood is what you’re worried about.” he asks with an edge in his voice. The glow of his eyes have now subsided, but his words are still as sharp as his blades.

        “I’m going to protect this place until she wakes up. I don’t see a problem with that.”

⚔ ;

A sigh leaves his lips, hand coming to ruffle his hair in exasperation.  The primarch knows in the other’s point of view, he was doing the right thing; keeping the ones who ruined their serenity off the island so they could never harm her again.  But there were other ways that didn’t  involve murdering every human who stepped foot on this island.  

Sooner or later, an innocent was going to die from the war primal’s rampage.    Like other primals he's seen and fought, the other will fall to the clutches of madness and go berserk.  A berserk war primal was the last thing the skies needed; he had to stop it now.  

Sandalphon lands on the ground, brown wings disappearing as he does so.  He hasn’t gotten attacked yet so maybe he can push his luck; just a little.  

❛ Your intentions are good, but the way you carry it out is terrible. ❜  

The words form slowly as a another frown forms.  Lips press together to sigh again--he needed a cup of coffee before doing this.    

 ❛ Even if you throw the bodies over the edge, it won’t change the fact you’re spilling more blood here. ❜ 

 He clicks his tongue in thought before continuing.  

 ❛ This place is already a graveyard.  There’s no sense in adding to the bodies here.  Would she want to live in a place where you see a rotting corpse or blood stain every twenty steps? ❜   

[virtutie]

@kovyou :  ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . (lucio)

☀;

He should have realized something was wrong when she wasn’t in her house.  Instead, hours ticked by with him waiting within the abode as the drizzling rain had escalated to a storm.  Thunder rumbles, and lightning crashes around him but he still continues to fly above the trees.  His clothes feel soaked and he felt a chill go through him.  

Bright blue eyes had long clouded over with  panic, as he tries to see any sign of the girl--his dear friend who could be hurt.  While she was the same as him, her powers were still dormant for the most part.  Teeth clench together as his voice drowns out the thunder around him.

❛ Kaede!  Kaede!! ❜   

He doubts she can hear his voice with all this rain, but it doesn’t stop him from trying.  

It’s then he feels it; a powerful wave of primal magic courses through the air.  

Danger.  

He turns, flying directly towards the source now-- 

It had to be her; there was no one else it could be. 

[virtutie]

[ღ]

〘楓〙

   “Swords are more fun to use.  These baby swords can’t even cut well.”  The captain replies, watching as the water washed away the blood from her finger.  It wasn’t even a big–she’s had worse to be perfectly honest.  A frown forms as she glances back at the carrots that were on the cutting board staring back innocently.  She had zoned out for just a few seconds during her menial task, and now she got the erune all tense.  

  “There’s some bandages in the cabinet.  I’ll go fix this up, then finish up the carrots.”  She continues, ignoring his comment about doing things alone.  There was enough of that on this ship.  Her free hand shuts off the water, and she waves it to shoo the other away.

  “Add the potatoes in.  Those are ready to be added to the pot.”

《✵》

 A grunt is his only reply as he turns back and goes back to the stove.  Well, he had expected that reply somewhere in his mind.  She was never one to sit and do what he asked.  He picks up the bowl of potatoes that she had cut into nice, bite-sized pieces and add them into the stew.  Fingers turn the heat back on and he continues to stir to make sure the pot didn’t burn.  

Despite being more of a chore than it being interesting, he doesn’t mind the peaceful tranquility of the moment.  With their most recent member hardly leaving his room, and Jamil off to scout ahead for their job tomorrow the ship was quiet except for the quiet hum of the engine.  

The erune places the lid on the pot to simmer, before glancing at the other.   

 ❝ Does that guy eat? ❞  

He didn’t need to be specific, since there was one person aboard who (probably) wasn’t human.