muses being able (or forced) to see/watch each other is a great way to start or set up interactions. these are a set of visible prompts that might work as premises for starters. feel free to specify which muse is watching and which muse is experiencing the prompt!

send a number for a starter where one muse watches the other....

being strangled

being hit on by someone they're uninterested in

crawling out of an alley somewhere

getting soaked as a passing car drives through a puddle

dancing/standing in the rain

defending the other muse physically or verbally

talking about the other muse with someone else (and they don't think the other muse is listening)

sleeping in the grass in a park

returning the last copy of a library book the other muse wanted to borrow

trying and failing to eat a messy meal without making a mess

tripping up a staircase

doing their job particularly well

realising they can't pay for their coffee at a cafe

missing their stop on public transport

sighing as their phone runs out of charge when they really needed it to get home

defending themselves physically or verbally

needing help

asking someone else for help and not getting it

wrapping up (or trying to hide) a wound

passing out (or about to pass out)

interacting with a scared animal

sacrificing/giving up something they wanted, so that someone else can have it

having a nightmare

drowning

“I need to touch it, to see-” “See what-” “Past, future, whatever this object holds.. don’t worry about finger prints, never had any.”

GO JUMP ON A DILDO, BOSS!

indie rp sideblog for moira burton from resident evil revelations 2. gdoc / memes tag tba

“Feels good to be outside.”

“He’ll make it. Not everyone is so lucky.”

“I want that thing locked up! Starting now! Right now!”

“What’s a good word, a solid word for ‘need’?”

“What horrible will could keep such a creature as this alive?”

“You like people for their qualities, but you love them for their defects.”

“She took his picture?”

“Shhh. I’m on a mission.”

“She’s sitting a park bench and she’s laughing.”

“They don’t LOOK like spies…”

“We all have a side that we try to hide.”

“I see the puppet. But where is the puppeteer?”

“Just go out there and tell her how you feel!”

“You’re not old enough to be giving me advice.”

“He hasn’t spoken to anybody in three days.”

“All us freaks have is each other.”

“I can promise you two things. One: I’ll always look this good. And two: I’ll never give up on you.”

“Sparky?”

“Anybody got a power bar?”

“What the hell’s that on his back?”

“On a scale from one to ten? Two.”

🐾 for annie to assign you a beanie baby

She's done everything she can to avoid detection, removing herself from the face of the earth every half-decade to ensure she could not be caught. For the second time in her life, she experiences the quickness of lightning-like terror. The question of safety, not for her, but for her daughter. She keeps her eyes down, hands balled tightly into a pair of trembling fists. This white room is brighter than the others, and if she doesn't look at it, it can't possibly be real. She's never heard of any organization for Paranormal Research or Defense. " I don't know what they mean. I'm not like you. "

❝ I'll admit, I've been wanting to meet you for a while, now. ❞

THE BUREAU FOR PARANORMAL RESEARCH AND DEFENCE. Being a foremost expert in the same field, he'd naturally heard of the organization, if only through a multitude of secondary sources. The Bureau had a habit of employing those who had once been the subjects of their research, something which had commanded his own respect, and each of them possessed their own unique traits. Still, when it came to one Abraham Sapien, his story had intrigued him most of all - though he was here for a purpose, and that had to take priority.

❝ Dr. Egon Spengler. I received communications from the BPRD requesting my assistance. ❞