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When not inhibited by his boots, Fate has a chronic habit of standing and walking on the tips of his toes.

It’s a minor quirk he doesn’t think about unless commented upon by any given stranger, as there’s no purpose or practicality to it at all, and not at all a conscious action.

Fate only guesses that it’s a habit he carried with him from his days on the river delta, standing and running on the balls of his feet to avoid the water whenever it would lap up on the low edges of his peoples’ barques. It’s something he’s continued to do, even years later, and in the middle of Runeterra’s vast deserts.

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I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier I know that the clubs are weapons of war I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that’s not the shape of my heart

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{ Gonna quietly reblog a bunch of prompts, send any in you want. Probably limit 1 per person on these though (so let me know if you change your mind). Will delete prompts when I'm done accepting. ♡ }

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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

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Honest Liar | No Longer Accepting

"I didn't know Ionia kept clowns! Who knew they'd be so tall too!?"

"I damn near thought that fella was stumblin' round on stilts, but no sir! I'm tickled pink-- just look at 'em! Hard to find folks taller than m'self 'round most anywhere I go, but this funny lookin' gentlemen sure does go above and beyond to surpass the likes of me-- even with my boots on! HAH! What the hell did they feed this man?!"

"I could sit and pick at this guy all day. Look at 'em! He looks like one a' them birds o' paradise grew fingers! Like a poison toad put on a suit and tie! Demacian jesters really go all out these days, don't they!"

"I dunno if that mask is 'spose t' hide anything or not, but if it is, and this guy's really concerned 'bout keepin' himself undercover, I think he outta fix the rest a' his attire. He's standin' out worse than a crowned king in the sump!"

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There is a disconnect in how Fate thinks versus how he acts and speaks. Primarily, this is because Fate is-- in an incredibly honest sense-- really not a bad or ill-meaning person. At his heart, Fate is a fairly introspective man with a heavy past and a lot on his mind. As a result, he conceals a fairer sense of compassion and empathy than most expect him to given his infamous reputation as a silver-tongued swindler.

That isn't to say that Fate is a man of pure compassion and soft-heartedness, as his swagger, charm, and lofty indifference to his victims are a real cornerstones of his true personality, but his carefree attitude is quite often an act he puts on more than it is his true, constant self. In his mind he may recognize and sympathize deeply with the sufferings of another person, but his actions, contrastingly, might never show any hint of those thoughts to the suffering person in question.

Part of this perpetual act is due to his long-running habit of flattering and goading others into outcomes favorable to himself via sweet words and sleights of hand. Another source of the facade lies in his avoidance of his own past, and how he has, for years upon years, outran his own thoughts with self-fitted lies and a fabricated personality that he has more or less tricked himself into believing by now. It's a composite mask of confidence half real and half faked in equal measure to save himself the trouble of being real to an untrustworthy world.

Very few people know this personality disconnect about Fate save for those closest to him, as Tobias rarely feels comfortable letting any form of his raw self show to anyone exept the short list of of folks he trusts-- literally-- with his life. Compassion is an easily exploitable trait in Bilgewater, and Fate does not let others see past his poker face lightly.

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Honest Liar | No Longer Accepting

"Honor don't mean much in Bilgewater. Never really has. Reliability does, but anyone with two licks a' sense knows a reliable man and an honorable one ain't necessarily the same thing. Guess that works different n' other lands though. Always heard Ionia had some kinda weight set in 'moral integrity'. Sounds kinda tiring if y' asked me."

"I guess I got some similarities with the poor bastard, but I don't know if I can say much else. I feel for 'em, sure I do, but we've all been cast out one way 'r another. All lost someone close t' us. Cryin' rivers over the past don't change the course a' yer present."

"I'd speak from experience t' say the man should let it all go. Move on. Carrying ghosts around only slows y' down, and ain't no one in this world gonna look after 'em 'sept himself. Forgiveness for the past don't mean your tomorrows' gonna be any easier."

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i hate the neologism “partner” for “person i’m dating”. i have no intention of being a cowboy and nobody will ever be a cowboy to me.

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Honest Liar | Accepting

“Malcolm, Malcolm, Malcolm. His tempter ain’t changed an lick even after Gangplank. Been lookin’ like he’s got a rock stuck in his boot for decades now. I’m startin’ to think his face is actually stuck like that.”

“He’s a rough guy, and not just around the edges. Reckless, stubborn, hard-headed, narrow-minded, the whole shebang. Gets on my nerves more than anyone else, but I love ‘em. Known him too long by now not to. Funny t’ think we were both kids way back then… Hmm… Should quit thinkin’ on it before I make a sap outta myself…”

“I feel like of all people who got the right to, I can say he’s got a softer side than he shows. He’s a good man beneath the smoke and bloodthirst. Got more heart than over half the folks we’ve met in our days.”

“I’m happy to call ‘em my partner. Don’t intend to mess that title up ever again.”

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Honest Liar | Accepting

“Now ain’t she a dilemma… Human or not? Does it matter? Should it matter? Those metals must sell for a pretty penny on the scrap market. More than that, she’s a sight I knew quite a few would pay to see– a robot claimin’ to be the ghost of a girl. Now that’s a carnival event if ever I heard one.”

“Now I know I can be a bit of a dirtbag, sure, but would I be crossin’ a line to swindle a few silver plates off ‘er back? Does she even got a soul? Would she even care?”

“As charming and eerie as she is, I feel like she feels, and I ain’t into sellin’ folks. Thinkin’ it’s best to trust my gut on this one and keep a respectful distance, for the sake of my soul… and hers if she’s really got one.”

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♦ ⬛

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Honest Liar | Accepting

"How many times is this woman gonna try n' kill me? How many times has she tried already? Don't she know when to cut a loss? I'm 'bout to start gettin' too old for this game."

"Miss Fortune n' Lady Luck aren't sisters, that's for sure. She's a cold woman, and I don't rightly think she's got herself figured out yet. She ought to soon with the way she's drivin' Bilgewater. Gettin' too hairy there even for the likes of me."

"Woman owes me quite an apology for the last stunt she threw me in. I shoulda trusted that sour feeling in gut to begin with. I might've got Malcolm back in the wreck of her little scheme, but by no means is she gettin' a thank you card outta me."

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Send a ‘💭’ to learn what my muse thinks of yours.

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A smile never really left Fate’s face, only widened and lessened with the going-on’s around him. Right about then, it was ear to ear.

“Happier 'n a hog in mud. As a matter of fact, I think yer lookin’ better already.”

Fate clasped his hand against his partner’s shoulder, the light and playful shake he gave the outlaw hinting toward his kinder intentions.

“You might yet live long enough t’ see me grow a wrinkle. Won’t that be worth it?”

"Y'know Malcolm, I think those smokes o' yours 're what's causing all these people to call ya gramps. You're lookin' a little rough there buddy. Cut back on a few, would ya?"

“Yeah right. I’d rather be old an’ grumpy than pretty-faced like you, wise-ass.”

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“Eyes open.”

“I’ll never keep ‘em closed ‘round you again. I gave you that promise on the Dead Pool’s wreck, remember? I break it, and you’re free to take aim.”

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Eyes open! (90 years later shh)

“Were they not, I’d’ve hit myself for missin’ a sight as pretty as yours. Pleasure to meet yer acquaintance.”

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“Suit yourself. I’ll just be sure to have ‘em write ‘as dead as he was dumb’ on your marker, then. That sound good?”

"Y'know Malcolm, I think those smokes o' yours 're what's causing all these people to call ya gramps. You're lookin' a little rough there buddy. Cut back on a few, would ya?"

“Yeah right. I’d rather be old an’ grumpy than pretty-faced like you, wise-ass.”