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nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

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//Haven't got any actual threads going atm but from the feel of it I think Jessup's gonna end up a go to for courier muses which is fine like I love Jessup but i think its kinda funny like. yeah sorry. this idiot was standing next to the checkered suit idiot and also dug the grave. yeah. yeah hes an accessory to murder. sorry about that.

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@wasteland-muses liked for a starter

For as long as he could remember, Jessup could never sleep in old-world buildings. There was something about them. The trapped stuffy air, the creak and groan of the floors, pressing walls. All of it unsettled him. Even the gentle snores and shift of fabric of his fellow Khans, usually a comfort, did not ease his mind. After a few hours of laying down with his eyes screwed shut, Jessup gave up and moved outside.

It was cool outside. Up above the stars twinkled down. Novac was lit by dim electric bulbs, not nearly as bright as the Strip off in the distance. Jessup squinted at the horizon and the pale haze where the sun would soon rise, where the black sky started fading to blue. It'd be dawn soon. Didn't Manny say his shift started before dawn?

Jessup plopped his ass down in the dirt in the motel courtyard, kicking a burnt-out firepit with his boots. He brought a rough hand to his jacket pocket where his fingers wrapped around a metal tin. It was beat up and rusty but it did its job well enough-- keeping tobacco from filling his pockets. He rolled himself a cigarette and watched the sun peak over the horizon, almost certain that Manny was supposed to be on duty by now.

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Chore Scorpion: I come from the toughest meanest place you can imagine. I want to be gentle, I want to die gently, but It seems that when life gets hard I have to get harder to match.

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Mosh pit, Berkley, 1981. via

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//I guess I should do a starter call so? Like if you want a start from one of my guys?

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Headcanon heavy Great Khans, canon and OC. Currently rostering Papa Khan, Jessup, and Regis + my own OC Sun

Rules Muses Mun

Template credit

My blog is pretty empty atm but I used to run @kritzhaus and @redheav if you want to see my writing style.

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Send 🔥 to join my muse near the fireplace.

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nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

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tattoo work by nick strong

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Headcanon heavy Great Khans, canon and OC. Currently rostering Papa Khan, Jessup, and Regis + my own OC Sun

Rules Muses Mun

Template credit

My blog is pretty empty atm but I used to run @kritzhaus and @redheav if you want to see my writing style.

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Sūn

“I am not the arbiter of your peace.”

Basic

Name: Sūn

Aliases: Lei

Age: 30

Sexuality: Bisexual

Place of Birth: Ridgecrest, Free California

Bio

The eldest son and only living heir to the warlord of the Great Khans, Sun takes after his father more than he would like, and not always in the way Papa would prefer. Sun has always struggled with the violent world he was born into. He takes naturally to diplomacy, eeking out a trade deal with the Fiends and with Westside. But many fear that he will never be ready to take over after his father dies.

They are big boots to fill, that is for certain. And for a crown prince with a hundred enemies, Sun knows keeping a low profile is necessary. But this alliance with the Legion may just force his hand.

Personality

Creative. Egotistical. Resourceful.

Celebrated and loved, Sun was raised to be a good host. His wit is as sharp as his blade. Good-natured without being a pushover, he has enough bite to back up his bark. Sun has a flare for the dramatics and enjoys painting. Occasionally he is unintentionally deceptive, especially regarding his position as heir.

Appearance

Sun is a stocky man of medium build, standing at around 5’7”, though he wears cowboy boots that make him appear taller. He has long, wavy hair tied back behind his head, it is a rich, dark brown. His eyes are like charcoal, almost too dark to see his pupils. He has a stubbled chin and two small silver hoops in his ears. He has tattoos on his arms and most notably is missing the middle finger on his left hand.

Tag: The Heir (Sūn)

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Regis

“Because Papa listens to me. And because I actually know how to get things done around here.”

Basic

Name: Regis

Aliases: Hulking Reprobate

Age: 59

Sexuality: Gay

Bio

A man who struck fear into the hearts of even the New Khan soldiers he once worked alongside. But perhaps a modicum of fear is required when one is the law enforcer of a bunch of raiders.  Legend says he used to collect the heads of his enemies and wear them on his hip. Whether true or not, the younger Khans are still wary of him. But in truth, Regis is harmless. A bookish individual who works gladly as Papa’s right-hand man.

Regis understands diplomacy but is not so skilled at enacting it. An excellent strategist. Loyal to Papa Khan of course, but this new alliance has him worried. It also has him sticking his nose in places where it’s liable to be cut off.

Personality

Stern. Intelligent. Hesitant.

Think first, act second. It’s a lesson Regis has taken to heart. He is used to being feared and makes efforts to seem more approachable, but occasionally still comes off as sharp and irritated. He is soft-spoken and well-read. However, Regis needs guidance and often lacks confidence when his ideas are not supported by hard evidence.

Appearance

Regis is a big man, with broad shoulders and muscular arms. His life as a former Khan soldier is evident with the numerous scars that litter his body, but the salt and pepper in his hair betray his age. Regis has a short-cropped mohawk and several piercings, as well as some scars where piercings used to be, but have been ripped out in battle. His eyes are a stone grey, cold and watchful, and he always appears to be in a foul mood–even when he’s not.

Tag: The Law of the Lawless (Regis)

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Jessup

“If I’m the only Khan here, I’m dying with him.”

Basic

Name: Jessup Summers

Aliases: Jesse

Age: 30

Sexuality: Gay

Bio

A teenager when the Khans ruled Vegas, Jessup has grown up with the Mojave and the Khans’ faltering power. A raider initially. He has adjusted, same as everyone, to each new hurdle. Though Bitter Springs was a stumble for them all. After the death of their mother, Jessup became the carer of his elder brother, Chance.

After seeing chems destroy his brother’s life, Jessup had personal disapproval for the Khan’s hand in the local drug trade. Instead, he took to mercenary work. This new job? Helping some bigwig in Vegas find some courier? It just might be too good to be true.

Personality

Loyal. Impetuous. Defiant.

Though many take Jessup’s blank stares and dogged attitude for a lack of intelligence, Jessup is actually a lot sharper than he looks. Always quick to escalate  to violence Jessup makes for a fiery friend– but a friend for life. Jessup has a strong and unshakable moral compass which will one day be his undoing. He is deeply caring, but easy to rile up

Appearance

Jessup is a tall and lanky man, with pale freckled skin dusted with light ginger hair, he stands at around 6’1”, though he is usually stooped over. His hair is a bright orange fan atop his head with a scruffy goatee around his lips. Under a near-constant furrowed brow are a pair of chestnut brown eyes surrounded by pale eyelashes.

Family

Mother = Marigold Summers

Brother = Chance

Tag: The Gun for Hire (Jessup)

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Papa Khan

“So the cub enters the wolf’s den… What do you want, cub?”

Basic

Name: Unknown

Aliases: Papa Khan

Age: 60

Sexuality: Bisexual

Bio

Once a lowly soldier in the New Khans, now a beloved and fearsome warlord. Under his watch the Jackals were scattered; the Vipers crushed; and Vegas damn near conquered. Papa Khan has held the Khans together for forty long years. It’s never been an easy job, and certainly not the one he asked for, but it is one he has learnt to cherish. 

But now the Khans are weakened, with three battles loss Papa has begun to feel his age. There’s no escaping that the Golden Years of raiding are long since past. But what now? This can’t be it. This can’t be the end!

Personality

Stubborn. Generous. Passionate.

It is Papa Khan’s love that sets him apart from his predecessors. Papa loves his people, and his people love him. His grit and determination to do right by his people, no matter the personal cost. But Papa Khan is as much a myth as he is a man. Beneath the boisterous and jovial warlord is a deeply emotional and grieving man.

Appearance

Papa Khan is a short and stocky man, with a big belly and a booming voice. He stands around 5'5" which he more than makes up for in personality. Much of his body is coated with tattoos, mottled scars and thick hair, showing a lifetime of battles, glory and honor. Under his horned motorbike helmet is a mop of curly brown hair that is just beginning to thin and grey with age, matching his beard. His eyes are honey brown and betray a softness within.

Tag: The Khan of Khans (Papa)

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ouuughh thats enough tinkering on this page for now. Im gonna follow some people and come back later and hopefully make a full promo/intro haha