& (a Series Of Nonverbal Prompts . My Muse Belongs To The One Who Posted The Meme - Send + REVERSE To

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .    ‘ my ’ muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .  gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse . ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .   ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→    𝐈𝐕 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

A very long time ago, there was a storm. a storm worse than many others, one that whistled through the eaves of the Undergrounds, one who’s rains threatened to breach some parts of the mountain like a strange savior, an angel jabbing hail & rain like needles at the earth until something stuck deep enough in the stone to carve the way out : it was like something else entirely. ― that was the day Chara fell to the Dreemurrs. That was the day the monsters took the teeth & gums of the storm, and were handed a child instead, and called it an angel. For what was the difference, truly, if they were born of the storm as much as the womb? what was the difference, truly?

Some acknowledged that Chara was no savior, they had fallen during a hurricane, probably seeking shelter, and wound up trapped instead. Some did, but others didn’t. desperation & hope blended into a sense of divinity that was from a storm pushing cards in their favor as much as it didn’t. Monsters needed something to latch on; and the child was lucky enough to be their prince ― be their monarch. ― whether they intended it or not. Some intentions don’t go very far with a nations eyes prickling at your neck, crawling on your back. 

A very long time ago, there was a storm. a storm worse than many others. One that froze the Underground over, where even Hotland went cold, where the earth was barely a big enough blanket to keep the frost encroaching on territory like a grand hazy war they never had, and certainly never won. It was Gyftmas Eve when they found them, it was Gyftmas Eve when the blizzard wrought snow, it was Gyftmas Eve when the plan was set into motion the way it shouldn’t have ― and it shouldn’t have, but it was. That was the day they died, the Prince & the Human, the Child & the Monster, Chara & Asriel. That was the day they died, right before Gyftmas, right on Chara’s birthday. What a thing to behold, waiting in your garden, the day of ones birth ――― and, the day of one’s death. What a sight, to have the Underground wracked with the blizzard. it was like it knew ― but this time, this storm did not deal out cards. it only tore them in half.

send in “ you’re such an idiot. “ for the sender to clean the receiver’s wounds while lightly scolding them for being so reckless when the receiver show up on their doorstep for medical attention.

alternatively, send in “ at least i have you here to look after me, right? “ for the receiver to clean the sender’s wounds while lightly scolding them for being so reckless after the sender shows up on their doorstep for medical attention. ( feel free to elaborate on how they got the injuries!! )

[ umber ] For any deltarune or undertale muse. I can't read your roster on my phone for some reason

[ umber ] for a repressed memory.

Once, Frisk snapped. ━ they snapped like a bungee cord during storage, not during the fall ; less like someone slashed it like people slash tires and more like how a vase only realizes its broken once it hits the ground, and they were. 

It was Gyftmas Eve, and they were throwing a party at the capital. It was the 2nd year they were staying with Asgore after saying they wouldn’t be leaving, that the decision could be put off for a time. ( “ delay the execution, won’t you? for right this moment, it doesn’t have to happen. not here. not now. ” ) Asgore had relented to the groups begging to do so, after a while, and everything had been set up. streamers & lights hanging from the walls, gifts laid out on a table, even snow had been exported from Snowdin to make it feel more festive. 

They remember having fun, talking to people and friends as they helped hand out gifts, drinks & food on a platter. They don’t remember the conversation changing to Chara & Asriel. They don’t remember the way it twisted their guts like a punch in the stomach with a specific kind of upset bitter anger. They don’t remember it leading them to fumble on their own feet ( or were they tripped? ) hard enough that they dropped a platter of drinks, it crashing to the floor and them crashing with it shortly after. 

They don’t remember how a large piece of glass gouged their hand so badly they were half certain they couldn’t move their fingers. They don’t remember the upset whirlwind building, a spiral within a spiral turning a strong wind into a hurricane in 2 minutes flat. They don’t remember frantically excusing themselves with a wide-eyed buzzing flickery gaze that jumped from person to person, a crooked smile on their face, tears already beginning to rush to their eyes even if they didn’t notice it yet. They don’t remember the commotion, the clamor to help & find out what happened, or themselves rushing to the bathroom and locking themselves inside. 

They don’t remember spiraling inside that bathroom. They don’t remember Asgore, or Sans, or Papyrus, or Alphys, or Undyne, or anyone calling out to them, frantic and worried. They don’t remember the way they screamed, overwhelmed, to stop. They don’t remember they rambled about things they shouldn’t know, that they couldn’t tell them, drowning in a pin-trigger of a season’s death they were never a part of but always compared to. They don’t remember dissolving into sobs, refusing to unlock the door, their friends desperation rising. 

They don’t remember Asgore breaking down the door. cracking it as wood splintered, terrified in that one, split moment, and how they suddenly couldn’t tell his kindness from his violence, and how they became the terrified stray dog more than they were the kindly human, too much teeth in a mouth too small and eyes too wide to see anything but their own death. They don’t remember how-

...They only remember waking up again, in that golden flower patch, with a migraine, and those 2 years gone in one night. They don’t remember resetting, or the means they went to achieve it, but they remember waking up alone, --- with nothing but dread in the pit of their stomach, and a cold, cold feeling. You called, but no one came.

━━━ MISC LOKI HEADCANONS PT. 2

━ At times, Loki’s magic will spark off his hands, leaving trails of glimmering green light in the wake of his fingers’ movements and briefly staining objects with their glow before fizzling out. it’s not a constant occurrence, and often only happening if intended or when experiencing a strong emotion like sudden startled fear. He attempts to subdue it best he can, considering it a show of lack of control and therefore lack of magical prowess & skill. It’s more common when drunk.

━ He’s got a higher alcohol tolerance than Thor. This is one of a brief handful of things he’s been able to hold over Thor, especially in their younger days sneaking alcohol and playing drinking games they’d seen the others do or ones they came up with in secluded areas. The effects of alcohol also wear off far quicker than for most others. In regards to other addictive substances, he’s dabbled, but never particularly been keen of any, mostly just sticking to alcohol. He’s particularly vulnerable to hallucinogens.

━ This is canon, but worth mentioning : Genderfluid Omniromantic Omnisexual icon. Go on you legend. You can’t get me to forgive Disney, but I appreciate you regardless.

━ Old wounds & the wear and tear that overuse of illusionary magic cause him to put up with a fair amount of pain, and his less than stellar ( & underfeeding ) diet does him little favor. His left leg occasionally leaves him with a limp from pain shooting up his shin from his ankle to his knee, lasting a small while, but notable. His neck & shoulders will ache from time to time, granting the habit of rolling & cracking his shoulders, neck & jaw. He’ll also do so as an intimidation effort, if he feels like it.

━ Loki has a difficult time discerning romantic attraction to others within himself, and somewhat in general. He’s capable of identification with other attractions, though does struggle from time to time, especially when they are directed to him from others instead of stemming internally, but if questioned on his own feelings, he trips over himself & fumbles to try and sort it out in his mind. he mistakes the want of understanding & the sweetness of attention for love, or tricks himself into believing as much for one reason or another. he struggles with identifying genuine love, and not just putting the wrong name to something that was only just a specific longing of care, and nothing more, causing those bridges to crumble when the weight capacity is over-estimated due to mis-identification of what it’s made of in the first place. this… adds more rough terrain to his already rocky past with relationships.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

you long-suffering, endlessly patient angels get two memes today bc i deleted everything in my inbox on my rp blog and i made these memes to top off a solidly productive day! also, if you ever feel guilty about “not being productive” or having to delete drafts and memes in your tumblr life, DON’T! you’re wonderful and valid and your personal comfort and peace of mind is far more important than an overwhelming inbox or draft count! anyway, these are also self-serving, but also i feel no shame bc there’s an extreme lack of this very good vibe in my line of work, so here u go besties. DO NOT ADD ANYTHING TO THIS LIST!!

DATE UPDATED: 19/10/22

[ PIN ]:     sender pins the receiver to the ground and straddles them while training together.

[ SWORD ]:    sender invites the receiver to engage in sword fighting practice with them.

[ AIM ]:    sender and receiver go to target practice together (using any weapon of choice).

[ GUIDE ]:    sender readjusts the receiver’s stance and posture with their hands while training together.

[ STRIKE ]:    sender aims a blow (via either their fists or their weapon) at the receiver.

[ BLOCK ]:    sender blocks an on-coming attack from the receiver.

[ ARMOR ]:     sender helps to show the receiver how to wear and take care of their armor.

[ PREPARE ]:     sender guides the receiver through some pre-battle stretching exercises.

[ CHALLENGE ]:    sender challenges the receiver to a sparring match/actual fight.

[ TEND ]:    sender and receiver tend to one another’s wounds in the aftermath of a fight.

[ RESTRAIN ]:    sender physically restrains the receiver from attacking someone else.

[ FEND ]:    sender adopts a defensive position that stops the receiver from launching an attack on them.

[ PUNCH ]:    sender punches the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).

[ KICK ]:     sender launches a kick at the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).

[ TACKLE ]:    sender physically tackles the receiver during a fight.

[ DRAG ]:     sender physically drags or carries the receiver away from a fight.

[ UP ]:     sender extends a hand to the fallen receiver to help them to their feet after a fight/sparring match.

[ BACK ]:    sender stands behind the receiver while in the midst of battle in order to help them fight off their enemies.

[ ARRIVE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope and become defeated, the sender arrives at the last minute to help them fight their enemies.

[ EXTRA ]:    sender hands the receiver a spare weapon during a fight to give them a better chance after they break or lose their own.

[ WALL ]:     sender slams the receiver against a wall during a fight/sparring match.

[ COVER ]:    sender lunges forward to throw their body over the receiver and shield them from harm during a fight.

[ POWER ]: sender and/or receiver use their powers during a sparring match in order to develop and enhance their abilities.

[ UNLEASH ]: sender, while fighting with the receiver during a physical confrontation, uses their powers in an effort to gain the upper hand.