Mar 12, 2022
♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up
@ed-blight
Willow glanced over at Edric, "what? I'm just going to get us snacks. Is something wrong?"
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♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up
@ed-blight
Willow glanced over at Edric, "what? I'm just going to get us snacks. Is something wrong?"
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Manhandling Symbols || Accepting
@bierkoning
♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them
If Koen thought she was angry before, she was beyond pissed now. First this man prevents her from punching the lights out of the asshole who was making lewd jokes at her, and now he dares to pick her up and carry her around on his shoulders? She strained against his grip. “Let me go, Koen, or I swear the last thing you’re going to see in this life is the pavement under your feet right here and now.”
★ - drag my muse by the arm
Manhandling Symbols || Accepting
@ehrendame
As soon as Therese’s hand is upon her arm, Lily yanks it out of her grip. She’s not about to let the Bavarian pull her around like this. “What do you want, Therese? There’s no need to get so grabby, you know.”
© - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere
manhandling starters // @voitel
Often times she pictures Billy’s head on a stick for the ways he mistreats the people sitting in this very room. Her lips dry at the woman standing in the middle of the carpet, shaking and damn near ready to piss herself at the test of LOYALTY ---- it’ll only take one false move, one misplaced bullet. Echo’s cautious not to look at Bucky from across the room as to not pledge her allegiances elsewhere. When the gun SOUNDS to silence (and Rachel is still left standing) the room eases from a pin drop to boisterous laughs masking the uneasiness sloshing around their alcohol-filled bellies.
No deaths today. They can still party.
As if on a tilted cue, Bucky stands the minute Echo unconsciously rises to her feet. Billy looks her in the eye (is it a challenge?) before his gaze makes his way towards her husband partner. She is appalled and she is angry but she cannot let her emotions get the better of her. She thinks she hears him coo sweet nothings in her ear as he comes in hot, body blocking what once was a clear shot towards Billy. His hand slides across her abdomen to her back, ushering her to turn with him ---- and she does.
As much as she doesn’t want to, she follows him to the room they’ve been notorious to fuck in (if only they knew) and she doesn’t speak until she knows they’re in the clear.
“He could’ve hurt someone,” she whispers sharply, getting in his face so that her tone can be as silenced as possible. “What the fuck, Bucky, Rachel could’ve died.” But this isn’t about Rachel. Billy isn’t a mastermind and his intentions are obvious. ( YOU could die. ) That’s what it all boils down to, but her tongue won’t let her say it.
★ c:
Natallia checked her watch briefly. Shit, she was going to be late to her lunch meeting- She was supposed to meet up with Jaako, the Finnish representative. Without much thought, she began to head across the street, only stopped someone grabbed her arm and yanked her back.
“Hey! What the fuck?!” She asked, unaware of the car that most certainly would have hit her, had she charged across like she meant to. It had been their walk signal, but the car was recklessly driving, and Natallia hadn’t bothered to check.
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[Manhandle my Muse: Accepting] : @regulatorpadfootphysically pick my muse up and carry them
Mairwen scowled at him, clutching the wound in her leg. And there she was fresh out of stimpaks. She needed to wrap it up before she could even move and she didn’t want his help. As far as she was concerned, it was his fault. Regardless of whether it really was. She managed to dig into her pack with one hand and wrap a bandage tight around the wound. He was covering them both at the moment, at least.
❝We need to get out of here.❞ She called out to him. And pushed herself up. She managed to stand. But only for a moment before she stumbled and collapsed. She swore, loudly. She didn’t like this. Maybe she could crawl?
She nodded at herself at that, strapping her pack to her back, resting on her knees, getting ready to begin crawling, when she was, rather unexpectedly, picked up and basically throw over his shoulder. She squeaked in surprise and struggled for a moment before she realized what was going on.
❝Fuck. Thanks.❞ She murmured quietly, a little embarrassed.
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☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground
Okay there was no way he was this bad at the game. He slammed his controller down as Mai crossed the finish line just a split second ahead of him again. “Fuck!” he huffed and slammed back the rest of his drink, side eyeing her as he swallowed the rest of it.
As soon as he was done his drink he slammed the glass down on the table and twisted his body, grabbing her arm before she can react. He throws a leg over her, effectively pinning her beneath him though she struggled he had muscle mass on his side so he managed to retain her.
“I didn’t realize it was possible to cheat at Mario Kart~” he snickered down at her, lips meeting her jawline as he laughed against her skin. What had originally been frustration simmered down to more of a flirty annoyance as he breathed in her smell. It was fimiliar and welcoming now, it clung to his clothes, his couch, his bed long after she would leave to go home and it made him smile as he brushes down her neck some with his teeth.
♨ Help him with an injury maybe?
♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth
He’d been cutting carrots presumably for dinner when Kef had heard the yelp from the other room. He got up and wandered into the kicthen, curiosity on his face as he arched an eyebrow at Ryou who was holding his finger.
“What did you do?” he frowned as Ryou held out his hand, blood running from his fingers. Akefia sighed and grabbed a cloth from where he’d been shown they were, grabbing Ryou’s hand gently so it wouldn’t open the wound anymore and pulled him to the sink where he turned on the tap and helb the boys hand under the water.
After the blood stopped flowing so quickly he wrapped it in the cloth and pointed to the stool at the table. When Ryou opened his mouth to protest having to sit Akefia pointed again, this time more aggressively.
“Sit.” he picked up the knife and tossed it in the sink, grabbing a new one and moving over closer to Ryou. “Show me.” he tilted his head as he waited to be taught how he was supposed to cut these for whatever he was making. He was utterly useless in a kitchen for cooking but he would be damned if he couldn’t use a knife like a pro.