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[psakiks]

😴

send me 😴 for my muse’s reaction to yours falling asleep on them!

it’s a slow friday afternoon for these two sitting in the bazaar together. one’s only just finished his lunch, while the other is still working at his ether. they’ve been quiet for a long time, only sharing their own silence while guardians coming and going around them provide background noise.

mithrax pauses, and yawns, the warmth of his own furred cloak causing his eyes to feel heavy. slouching there, he cranes his neck to look around. some stare, but he doesn’t return the gaze for very long. he looks down at the hunter beside him, keylime.

keylime is leaning against his arm, sitting very still. 

this makes mithrax cock his head. 

“...hunter.”

#IC #arcstridxr

[psakiks]

Send me 😴 for my muse's reaction to yours falling asleep on them!

[psakiks]

arcstridxr‌:

The sound of a loud clash in the middle of the EDZ’s vast forests would be enough to catch anyone’s attention if they happen in hearing range, and that clash had definitely caught the attention of Keylime during his routine patrols of one of the areas.

The leaves and bushes rustle under his footsteps as he hastily trots along the floor of dirt and foliage, following the sounds of the fight with his Huckleberry drawn at his side. The sounds got louder as he got closer, it sounded like a Cabal and Eliksni fighting… And then it suddenly stopped.

He continued to pace along, carefully maneuvering over roots and rocks as he reaches the clearing where the battle took place. He can smell blood, ether and Cabal oil stinking the air… along with a familiar face.

“… Mithrax?” He slows down and transmats the SMG away, concern heavily lacing his voice. Mithrax may be allied with the City, but he’s not a Guardian, he’s mortal.

“Are you alright? What the hell happened?”

“hun...ter...” the word leaves mithrax slowly, feebly, as he lifts his head to look up at keylime. “cabal patrol been come up this way, recover lost goliath, try take trost-land. i stop them. all.” 

he pauses with a grunt as he tightens the fabric around his abdomen with a sharp jerk. he adds breathlessly, “not... done yet.”

he reaches an arm back to grip the side of the tank behind him, growling as the stabbing pain tears through him again. regardless, he goes on to explain, “ngh... open hatch up top, throw grenade in. break controls beyond repair. no more worry for goliath.”

“but...”  darker eyes turn up to the goliath, then down to the still leaking wound under wraps, gradually discoloring the fabric with blood and ether. “cannot climb now... and no more grenade.” mithrax looks back to keylime. “you try?”

#IC #arcstridxr

[psakiks]

⛈

nonverbal starters

⛈ find my muse after some kind of trauma

one more strike from the captain’s shock blade is enough to to bring the centurion to his knees, and the last keeps him down, plunged through his helmet and square between the eyes. mithrax plants his hand above the blade, and yanks it out of the cabal’s head to let him fall aside, dead. 

a soft hiss escapes him as ether leaks out from under his chestplate like smoke, and he presses his hand against the wound as he limps back to lean against the battered goliath tank behind him. and slowly, he eases himself down to sit on the ground.

the smell of blood and ether is thick in the back of his throat, enough to make him gag when paired with the pain shooting through his abdomen. he clenches his jaw and turns his head to the sky, then down, eyes screwing shut. deep breaths, mithrax, he reminds himself as calmly as he can manage, deep breaths.

he shakes his head to keep himself awake, then with blurred vision, looks to the centurion. then, at the red fabric hanging from his armor. perfect.

by the time anyone would come by him, mithrax would be found tearing cloth from a dead centurion’s armor to use it as on-the-spot bandages. he doesn’t notice the approaching hunter, too focused on getting his leaking wound bandaged as quickly but as effectively as possible.

#IC #arcstridxr

[psakiks]

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

[psakiks]

Send “⚠️” plus a warning label for my muse.

(If you cannot see the emoji send “Warning”)

[psakiks]

                       I am not docile, and I will not rollover                             and ACCEPT my fate without blood                                 I will fight until I can fight no more

[psakiks]

arcstridxr‌:

He watches quietly but intently as Mithrax lifts the fresh fruit up to his face, glancing over the needle point rows of teeth that lined the Eliksni’s mandibles. Quite different from the fang-esque blades that lined his jaws, but the purpose was all the same.

And then the face that he made when he finally chewed and tasted the apple; Keylime couldn’t help the series of light bubbly laughs that rose up from his amusement, legs kicking about under the thick branch. He really did look like a dog who’s had his first heavenly taste of peanut butter.

“Is it good?” He leaned forward with big and bright green optics, audials pointed up and twitching ever so little. He’s almost forgotten that someone like Mithrax could be seen as an enemy by many just because he’s an Eliksni.

after a moment of savoring the taste, mithrax screws his four eyes shut and gives a shudder, the cold wetness of the fruit having caught him off guard, jaws sensitive to biting into something like an apple. but still, he chews, and he swallows. 

“eia,” he answers keylime with an eliksni term, yes, lifting his hand to wipe the juice from his face. having no lips to catch it would lead to a bit of a mess, but nothing that can’t be cleaned away. “it is good.”

his now wet hand is brought down to be wiped off on the leather of the spiked plate on his leg. he’d rather not get it on his cloak. then, he dips his head to keylime, two claws tapping against his chestplate, then gesturing out to the hunter. “thank. you.”

#IC #arcstridxr #they are FRIENDS now dood!

[psakiks]

arcstridxr‌:

“That’s true, they do make good weapons.” He swallowed the bites he took and let the blades hide back in his jaws, wiping off whatever juice was dripping off from the edge of his mouth with his hand. “Whoever, or… Whatever made those mods in the Golden Age knew what they were doing.”

Part of him felt strange doing this, sitting here with a friendly Eliksni in a tree who seemed rather curious about the mechanisms of his mouth. Truth be told, he was about as clueless about his own body as Mithrax was. He was an enigma, a relic of a time long passed. A relic like Failsafe or Rasputin, or the various abandoned institutions that are scattered across the solar system.

But anything that tried to solve those questions only succeeded in creating more questions, especially regarding Clovis Bray’s ambitions. 

But disregarding mysteries long lost, his current situation was certainly a strange one. When he was first revived in Old Canada, Eliksni were the first hostiles he encountered while trekking across the vast prairies in search of a settlement. And now here he is, relaxing with one in a tree while they ate fruit.

 Makes him wonder how many Eliksni may be like this if the two species weren’t at war. How many he may have killed who were like Mithrax, or maybe even like him, but never got the chance to meet because of this rather pointless conflict. 

Really makes him wish this war between Humans and Eliksni didn’t exist at all.

“… They’re kinda tricky for fruit though. It’s more suited for… Meat or something. But I make it work.”

“knew what they been doing good.” mithrax nods. sharp teeth were the way to go; hidden in the jaws was only a bonus. “better for meat? find meat.. to eat. instead. better on secret teeth.” english rhyming and the comedy behind “secret teeth” escapes him.

leaves rustle as the captain’s form shifts on the branch where he balances, he eases himself down further to have his feet planted firmly against the wood, rather than where he sat precariously. guessing he’ll be there for a while, he may as well get comfortable.

and, while he’s been trying many new things since his arrival on earth... he might as well keep the ball rolling. 

a hand reaches up to his rebreather, which hisses upon being drawn away from his face. serrated fangs of his own are revealed with an exhale, throaty clicks leave as his mandibles spread. and finally, he takes a bite of the apple he’d been given. 

it’s something he’d never tasted before; crisp and tangy, just like keylime said. juice dribbles down his chin as he chews. he doesn’t realize his eyes had gone wide with the surprise he was feeling. he looks like a dog having peanut butter for the first time.

in his vague shock and confusion, mithrax looks back over at keylime. he points a clawed finger at the apple, and makes an attempt to explain: “first.”

#IC #arcstridxr

[psakiks]

non verbal starters | ask meme suggestions for when you want to say a lot, while saying very little. interpret these however you choose.

[ tongue clicks ] 

[ slams head against a wall ] 

[ sobbing ] 

[ screaming ] 

[ lunges forward ]

[ kisses cheek ] 

[ chews food ] 

[ twitches ]

[ jumps ]

[ falls forward ]

[ rolls eyes ]

[ scoffs ] 

[ whines ] 

[ hisses ] 

[ shrieks ] 

[ giggles ] 

[ coughs ] 

[ sneezes ]

[ wheezes ]

[ choking ]

[ growling ]

[ snarling ]

[ gargles ]

[ screeches ]

[psakiks]

Send an object for my muse’s reaction to your muse throwing that object at my muse.

[psakiks]

arcstridxr‌:

His throat flashed with a series of amused giggles at how confused and curious Mithrax was, legs swinging under the branch while his free hand anchored him by a twig.

“Every Exo is able to eat, but not everyone has the… Secret teeth.” He’ll admit, he found the nickname for the steely fangs amusing as well. “They’re a mod of sorts. As for why we can eat…”

He glanced up in the direction of where Mars would be in the sky at the moment, even if it was obscured in the bright daytime light. Up there on that rusty and dusty red rock was a labyrinth of answers that led to more questions about what the Exos are. Some might hope that Rasputin would be able to say something about it, but… He’s extremely secretive for what seems like no reason.

“… I dunno. One of the many mysteries of my kind, I guess.” He shrugged and unsheathed the fanglike blades again, taking a few more munches out of the apple.

why would the reasoning for an artificial’s ability to eat be a mystery? and only some exos have secret teeth? mithrax is only finding himself with more questions, questions he would rather go without asking. for the time being.

“mystery, yes.” the captain slowly nods his head, eyes staying focused on keylime’s face as he carries on with eating. “but seem good for biting. sharp. strong.” it’s strange, something about the way the exo’s features shift, the way his jaw moves with the chewing motion is... almost mesmerizing. new.

mithrax blinks his four, beady eyes, not slow enough to be a sign of comfort or trust. only a quiet reaction to the crunch of the apple being bitten into. “not seem. are good. like eliksni’s.”

#IC #arcstridxr

[psakiks]

“I wouldn’t eat that. Trust me.” take it from the Hunter that puts anything and everything in her mouth.

making new friends

a grimace pulls at mithrax’s mouth under his rebreather, razor-sharp teeth bared in a show of disgust. everything in this basket he’d noticed was hard and cold, as though the food items were stale, only to find one chipped to reveal a colorless, styrofoam inside. a nearby guardian nearly jumps when the city color-clad eliksni recoils and puts it back in the basket.

of course i’m not going to eat it, he thinks in his native tongue before he looks down at the gunslinger, and hisses out in the city’s english, “why is this?” he asks first, appearing annoyed. “why have basket of this put out?” with all the exotic scents of the bazaar that had leaked in through his mask, he still has yet to discover the source.

#IC #first day of mithrax: discover tower food and tower not-food #solshot

[psakiks]

Reblog if you don’t mind random inbox starters that aren’t memes

#ooc

[psakiks]

arcstridxr‌:

“Hanging upside down? Nah, I usually do it when I’m bored.” He lifted his torso up and used one hand to pull him into a sitting position on the branch, shuffling back around to face Mithrax. “Hunters usually do it, all that jumping around has to do some good for our legs.”

He lifts the apple he picked for himself to the side of his face, and the most unexpected thing unsheathed themselves; Sharp pointed silvery plates that were akin to rows of teeth showed themselves in his mouth, slicing into the flesh of the fruit effortlessly before retracting back into his jaws like they were never there.

“Mm… Crisp and tangy but cooled in the shade, and bursting with juice. Perfection.” He wipes some of said juice from his faceplate with the base of his palm, glancing up at Mithrax to see how he would like the apple he tossed to him just before.

It didn’t even cross his mind that the Eliksni would be confused by the act of him, something artificial, doing something like eating. Oh well.

mithrax sits there on his branch, crooked and drooping under his weight, but not a creak is heard from the old apple tree. 

his head tilts left as keylime brings himself upright to sit with him, then in the opposite direction as the exo takes a bite of his apple, making him look like a squat owl. his eyes aren’t judgmental, but instead silently questioning. 

he hasn’t removed his rebreather to try his own apple-- he’s found that after so long of relying on ether, solids don’t sit well with him. he’ll hold it a while longer instead. it would be rude to outright turn it down after it was offered.

“you eat.” it’s not known whether that was supposed to be a question, or if it was only an observation. “is this with every... exo? secret teeth, also?”

#IC #arcstridxr

[psakiks]

arcstridxr‌:

“Hey, I’m just sayin’. You looked like you were about to eat it.” He was a bit of a ways up on the tall apple tree the fruit fell from, hanging upside down with his legs hooked around the radius of one of the thick branches. “That, and… You’d be surprised how many Hunters who don’t have common sense will take a bet to eat rotten fruit, or some equally gross crap. Glad that neither of us are that stupid, though.”

It was interesting, having an Eliksni present within the ranks of Guardians. He knew that not many took to it lightly, and the City intranet has been sparking with controversy about the arrival of Mithrax on Earth. Personally, Keylime didn’t see him as an enemy, he had no reason to. But he knew that others weren’t as civil, and that was all the more reason to try and be friendly.

He crunched up and reached for a couple of the fresher fruits, the stems snapping off the smaller branches with a small twist of the hand. He held one up, or rather down, as if he was about to launch it to the Eliksni.

“Catch.” He tossed it over to him with a flick of the wrist. “They’re at their peak quality this time of the year.”

the apple is caught with a soft pat in the eliksni’s palm. 

though, his eyes never leave keylime’s. 

“keep in thought. i am no hunter.” his arm falls to his side, while two more rise up to grip a sturdy few branches. with little effort, mithrax begins to scale the tree, three out of four hands busied while the fourth hangs down and holds the bright red fruit. 

muscles rippling with the strength of a hunting tiger, mithrax comes to perch on a branch beside keylime, just a bit higher. he cranes his neck to peer down at him there, hanging upside down by his legs like some kind of fool. 

“your leg strength is good.” he comments, maybe something normal in his own culture, but a little oddly placed here with a guardian. “this is frequent happening?”

#IC #arcstridxr #keylime the RECOVERY #got mithrax from on the defense to friendly in under a second #legendary

[psakiks]

“I wouldn’t eat that. Trust me.”

making new friends

a pause, a glance to the hunter and a wary sniff to the fruit held between careful claws. it’s soft, a dark red, scent sickeningly sweet with rot. teeth are bared at it from under the captain’s rebreather, a covered display of disgust, and he lets it drop to the ground where it sat before.

“hunter think i forget sign of decay?” mithrax turns his eyes back to the presently nameless arcstrider, drawing his chin toward his throat. he squints, gestures down at him with a throaty click. “think hunter forget, not first apple i seen. not first to go bad.”

it was always so strange; after mithrax had come to bare the colors of the last city on his cloak, the guardians that came his way always tended to treat him the same way. like he wasn’t as smart as them. like he didn’t know as much. 

a chuff leaves him, head cocking with eyes narrowed. “hunter got any more wisdom for mithrax?”

#IC #arcstridxr