🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair | Cutler to Jane!!!

{ Nonverbal Starters } 

The smile that crossed her features was immediate – it had been years since she’d felt her brother’s clever fingers setting flowers into her hair, yet it still felt so familiar. 

Years ago, long before she found him again, her then-five year old daughter had haltingly tried to put together a flower crown. All had been well, until those small hands had started tangling into Jane’s hair. She’d not been able to explain to her little girl why she started crying then, but she’d never forgotten. That Victorie believed flowers to be bad for awhile was not something she knew how to fix. 

“It is delightful to know some things never change,” She teased, voice light with amusement and colored by fondness as she reached out and gave him a hug. Resplendent as they both were in the finery they had earned for themselves, the fact he could still see beauty in something so simple and natural as a flower gave her hope that he hadn’t fallen too far from home after all. 

@tidefated

Nonverbal RP Starters

plotbunnie:

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

Flint seems to stay in Theo’s orbit, now and then- brushes past him with a pat to the arm, or lingers nearby without touching at all, like a cat keeping company. It’s no secret that Flint’s allies have tired of him; with Silver gone, there’s no disguising that he is now tolerated for his utility, and nothing more. It’s perhaps no surprise, then, that he’s driven to seek Theo’s company this evening, and settles a little closer than usual. “You don’t seem concerned by the tension in this place.”

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He has grown accustomed to Flint’s presence – having sought it out himself, Theodore can only presume the man found some sort of solace in the closeness now that he registered it as permissible. It was interesting to note though, that as the crew seemed to distance itself all the more from the captain, the man himself seemed drawn closer still. It was difficult to tell if he had always been comfortable this close, or if it was simply more notable, now that everyone else was so keen on being as far away as possible. 

The remark, when it came, draws Theodore’s gaze from the book in his hand, and he is thoughtful a moment before pointing out simply, “The world is full of tension. You can either freeze up, or continue to move freely through it – personally, I have never been a fan of stiffness in day to day matters, so I prefer to simply behave normally whether those around me are capable of doing the same or not.”

Closing his book, Theodore leaned back, smiling a little as he confessed, “When it becomes a problem for me, I will address it – but for now, these concerns and frustrations are not something that really involve me. What purpose does it serve to allow my own humors to be set out of alignment over something that won’t shift my position either way?” 

“You look really tired.” from bram to theo (,:

{ Four Word Prompts } 

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He was exhausted actually – the only thing keeping him up was the intimate awareness that he could not afford to repay Bram any damage to his belongings, and the state of his uniform was perhaps only matched by the state of the flesh that lay beneath it. He was bandaged of course, but he had been in such a rush to at least see Bram before he was whisked off to his next posting he had not bothered to change. Now, he wished he’d taken at least a little time to do so, if only so it would not feel so shameful to grab the man and collapse upon the pale, pristine sofa.

“I could use some rest,” He agreed mildly, “Do you mind if I stay the night – I do not believe I will be excused from duty long,” Not with the state of affairs at any rate – Dauntless would be sailing out as early as tomorrow afternoon provided no damages could be located. “I’ve leave to spend the time ashore, all matters considered.” The benefit of being wounded in battle, it seemed. 

‘so many dreams were broken and so much was sacrificed.’ [ @ author!abigail! ]

{ The Heart Of Everything } 

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Her heart is still racing in her chest, the violence of the moment rendering her immobile in all but the pounding behind her breast, as if her heart were a bird trapped in a cage, desperate to escape the cat perched upon the sofa. Red stains the pages of her work, bleeding the ink and drowning demons in it’s wake, an eerie and poetic sight in the face of the one her words had summoned. 

She hadn’t heard him coming up the stairs – hadn’t heard the door open, either. When the ink fell from her quill so readily, the words forming faster than she could pen them down, the whole world shut itself off. She lost track of where she was, of who she was with – and today, she lost track of reality itself. 

It hadn’t been Captain Flint that entered her room – nor had it been James McGraw. When she heard his voice, she’d gotten up so fast she’d knocked over the wine – forgotten from dinner – and contronted Redbeard without thought. He was so alive in her mind, in that moment, that who else could it have possibly been? 

Now, as the world came back to her, she found herself at a loss. His words were profoundly painful, in the light of her story – but in the shadows of the day they held deeper and more personal meaning. She took a shuddering breath, and after a moment of regaining herself, she thought back on what she had asked her character. 

“What would you say to her if you could?”

She took another breath, closing her eyes and willing her heart to slow down, to beat in silence rather than raise all this painful noise in her chest. Opening them, she faced him again – all of him. The man who lost her – the demon who walked beside her – the character who lived with her only in the stories fashioned by a young woman who had barely known any of them. The man, the demon, or the woman. 

Lifting her chin, she addressed them all, on behalf of herself only for the fact she could not bring voice to a dead woman without a pen, and would not dare to try even if she could. 

“How long will you focus on what you lost, in pursuit of what you now have?” She stepped forward, beseeching his pain, and bidding him to let it go before it consumed him in ways not even Thomas could heal. “When will you say, I won’t lose what I have, instead of, look what I lost to get it?” 

Mmkay but imagine a Miranda lives AU in which Thomas inevitably finds out she was the instrumental one is sending James after his parents yikes

I feel like you and @intolerablexsacrifice had a chit-chat cause I was yelling about this at him on Discord after posting that little trifecta of horrors on Thomas and the impact of realizing Flint = McGraw = The man who killed his parents fucking knew them. 

And as outlined there it – is not a rational response. As time passes he absolutely reaches a point of acceptance and in regards to Alfred, he is admittedly fairly indifferent. He understands that, and there is just enough viciousness in him to feel vindicated in knowing his father died trapped and afraid, at the hands of a man who knew his crimes. In the heat of the moment though, there is only one thing that stands out – with James and Miranda both – and that is the fact they treated his mother like fucking collateral. If not a downright tool to torture Alfred by – and while we know that is not the case as viewers – Thomas has no reason to believe otherwise. No reason to believe they showed her mercy, because these are the same people he, up until the moment of revelation, had no reason to think capable of killing her to begin with so it is like an immediate 180 in his mind.

And for a minute. A hot, horrible minute – he sees them as the monsters England forged them into. For a hot minute the premeditation necessary to execute their operation and to commit their crime against his mother ( because his father doesn’t count – in the heat of his fury Thomas feels nothing for Alfred and that is telling. Because while there are days he grieves for the unsaid, the unspoken, the unresolved – ultimately he knows himself vindicated, avenged in his father’s death. He knows he does not regret that he is gone, only that the relationship they had was not the one he wanted ) marks them in his mind as unforgivable. 

And depending on how he learns of her involvement – I honestly cannot say his response would not be violent. I know he struck James. I cannot honestly say he would not lash at her too and I hate that such violence is a genuine response, but it is. I can’t say he would be able to think past his anger and his grief to some kind of rational point. I do know that, regardless of how he learns this, he will walk out. Whether he lashes out or not, he will leave, because he will need time to consider precisely how he feels about it. 

Finding a balance with Miranda and James again after that would not be easy. When it is just James, we know for a fact James wouldn’t hold Miranda accountable. We know he’d place that noose around his own neck, and that in many ways she would remain the martyr between them. He can forgive James, because James is all that is left, because if he doesn’t then what the fuck was Miranda’s sacrifice for? 

But when she is right there, capable of putting her own voice to it, there’s no way she’d let herself stand as the martyr between them. And what is more – there is less incentive on Thomas’ end to be forgiving of either of them which – really makes me wonder if he would even make himself try. 

Stephen, at the very start of everything, saying it sounds like Nelson is the exception to the rule that authority corrupts is a goddamn savage call out to a captain – and like it gets buried by the weevil joke that Aubrey is so damn proud of himself over – but that? Was some damn good foreshadowing. 

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Watching Master and Commander again after being immersed in Age of Sail for – gosh, eight months now! – is a real treat because there is so much that I missed or didn’t understand the nuances behind. 

Now I have so much more of a general understanding of the times and the influences, of how ships and command works so the things that didn’t make sense before, that I kind of glossed over, have so much weight this watch through? The significance behind Aubrey’s stubbornness, and the validity of the men’s concerns actually register now. 

I feel like I am going to have a lot to say about Stephen and Thomas after this run through so I am actually quite excited. 

🎐- Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything? / 🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored? / 🎖- Does your muse enjoy praise? [ for theodore! ]

{ Unusual Questions } 

🎐- Does your muse like to collect/hoard anything? 

Theodore is not a materialistic person. In fact, he sends the majority of his earnings back to his sisters, keeping only that which he needs to eat and maintain his uniform when ships are docked. His only indulgences come in his hygienic products and in hair ties, so materially speaking, he owns almost nothing – he has his uniform, replacement pieces in the event of damage, standard issue weapons and gear. Everything else he may have need of, he finds ways to borrow or rent. If he hoards anything, it will be the immaterial matters listed in the next point. 

🕹- What does your muse do to occupy themselves when bored?

Theodore loves listening to people talk about their lives and experiences. If he collects anything at all, it is stories and adventures – whether the latter be lived by himself or vicariously through another person. He also takes what free time he may have to pen letters to his sisters. Otherwise, his time is occupied either by his duties ( as dictated by the ship ) and responsibilities ( as dictated by himself; namely, being mother to his men )   

🎖- Does your muse enjoy praise? 

It depends – for the most part yes, though there are times when he may be confused by it. Theodore is a fairly humble person – it is not that he thinks lowly of himself in any way, so much as he prefers credit be granted where it is due, and when he finds himself being praised on account of something his men happen to be responsible for he tends to be quick to point out their contributions as well. He doesn’t stand by the idea of a superior gaining all the credit for hard work and a job well done.