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“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Come on, let’s get you someplace warm.”

“How long have you been like this?”

“You don’t look too good.”

“You’re burning up!”

“I think I have a fever.”

“I feel horrible.”

“I think I’m going to be sick!”

“I’ll make you some soup.”

“I’m s-so cold.”

“You have a high fever.”

“I need to sit down.”

“I think I’m going to pass out.”

“Why is the room spinning?”

“Umm, Need a tissue?”

“How long will they keep you in the hospital?”

“I’ll stay in the hospital with you, until you’re better.”

“I brought you some medicine.”

“Can you get me some medicine?”

“I’m dizzy.”

“When was the last time you got out of bed?”

“When was the last time you ate?”

“How long have you been out in the snow?”

“Do you need help?”

“Can you help me?”

“I don’t want to catch whatever you have, so don’t touch me.”

i see beautiful things around you. 

the blood is flowing. 

what have i become? 

i fucked up. 

it’s all in your head. 

i’m just a walking failure. 

i hope you’ll suffer. 

i used to be nice. 

some times i think, some times i don’t. 

my mind is a mess. 

don’t let me be gone. 

power is power. 

i wasn’t born to be soft and quiet. 

i was born to make the world shatter and shake at my finger tips. 

you are the blood under my nails. 

the fire i began is eating me alive. 

i could keep you safe. 

they’re all afraid of me. 

turn that pain into power. 

all that’s left is a ghost of you. 

so much pain for someone so young. 

i had a son. 

i want to hurt them as much as they hurt me. 

here comes trouble. 

felling sad? join a cult. 

don’t bleed on my floor.

fight it, or accept it. 

fear it, or control it. 

hungry dogs are never loyal. 

i am everything you can’t control. 

the chains are broken, but are you truly free? 

i may be heartless, but you’re naive. 

who the fuck do you think you are? 

i am not who i was. 

they’re dead because of you. 

i am the monster you created.

still, i don’t feel in control some times. 

tell me what it’s like to burn. 

something isn’t right with me. 

you save everyone, but who saves you? 

we’ll never be those kids again. 

and here you are, living, despite it all. 

i’d rather be spitting blood. 

you don’t have to listen. 

you were dead, yet here you are. 

i love you just a little too much. 

they wanna see you do good. 

the devil ain’t got not sympathy for me. 

i am mine. before i am anyone else’s. 

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

         “Mother says you shouldn’t lie, Nolvo,” she hums coyly, clearly up to no good. “And this is one piece of court gossip you’ll surely want to hear.” Drawing out the suspense, she perches herself on her brother’s desk, grinning all behind the ears.

           “I was at tea with a few of the other Court Ladies, and as soon as I heard, I knew I had to rush home and tell you! Apparently, Lady Anairë very much enjoyed dancing with you at the public ball. And she hopes to do so again quite soon.”

And his eyes oh-so brighten as he hears Anairë’s name. Since first he thinks her fair and to hear her speak is lovely too — when they’d danced his heart had fluttered and, though he wished, he thought she could not have been any more elated than himself. For how Nolvo had given in to Lalwendë’s prying; it must really fuel her smugness. But he finds himself disarmed by that prized rumor.