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. ( A Collection Of 100 Nonverbal Action Prompts . Mature And Potentially Triggering Themes Are Present
đđđ đ”đ¶đ”đœđŹđčđ©đšđł đ·đčđ¶đŽđ·đ»đș .   (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal action prompts .  mature and potentially triggering themes  are  present .  add  â + reverse â  to  swap  assigned  roles . )
â o1ïč sender tucks hair out of receiverâs face . â o2ïč sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . â o3ïč sender places their feet / legs in receiver's lap . â o4ïč sender offers receiver an earbud to share their music . â o5ïč sender comforts receiver in the aftermath of a nightmare . â o6ïč sender gives receiver company in the hospital . â o7ïč sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . â o8ïč sender shows up at receiverâs home late at night . â o9ïč sender falls asleep leaning against receiver . â 1oïč sender wields a [ gun / knife ] at receiver . â 11ïč sender runs their fingers through receiverâs hair . â 12ïč sender invites receiver to dance . â 13ïč sender takes a [ picture / video ] of receiver . â 14ïč sender places their head in receiverâs lap . â 15ïč sender and receiver make eye contact across a busy room . â 16ïč sender pushes receiver against a wall to kiss them . â 17ïč sender and receiver cook together . â 18ïč sender comes to receiver after being injured . â 19ïč sender sits in receiverâs lap . â 2oïč sender lifts receiver's chin , invoking eye contact . â 21ïč sender overtakes receiver in combat . â 22ïč sender finds receiver [ injured / bloodied ] . â 23ïč sender straightens an article of receiverâs clothes . â 24ïč sender crawls into bed with receiver . â 25ïč sender rolls their eyes at receiver . â 26ïč sender lights receiverâs [ cigarette / joint ] . â 27ïč sender is caught wearing receiver's clothes . â 28ïč sender strikes receiver with a pillow . â 29ïč sender writes a note on receiverâs skin : [ note ] . â 3oïč sender wraps a blanket around receiverâs shoulders . â 31ïč sender runs and jumps into receiverâs arms . â 32ïč sender shoves receiver out of anger . â 33ïč sender  hovers  over  receiverâs  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . â 34ïč sender is found by receiver somewhere they shouldnât be . â 35ïč sender curls up against receiver in their sleep . â 36ïč sender is found drunk by receiver . â 37ïč sender throws an item of sentiment bitterly at receiver . â 38ïč sender joins receiver in the shower . â 39ïč sender is caught following receiver . â 4oïč sender traces one of receiverâs [ scars / bruises ] . â 41ïč sender twines their fingers with receiverâs . â 42ïč sender barges into receiverâs home unannounced . â 43ïč sender kicks receiverâs shin beneath a table . â 44ïč sender aggressively shoves past receiver . â 45ïč sender kisses receiverâs [ forehead / cheek ] . â 46ïč sender pulls receiver out of harmâs way . â 47ïč sender is found sobbing by receiver . â 48ïč sender locks receiver out of their room . â 49ïč sender brings receiver [ coffee / tea ] in the morning . â 5oïč sender rests their forehead against receiverâs . â 51ïč sender plays a song for receiver that reminds them of them : [ song ] . â 52ïč sender takes a [ punch / stab / bullet ] meant for receiver . â 53ïč sender buys receiver a drink at a bar . â 54ïč sender needs receiverâs help getting in the bath . â 55ïč sender and receiver cross paths in the kitchen late at night . â 56ïč sender twists receiverâs arm behind their back . â 57ïč sender winks at receiver . â 58ïč sender is found collapsed by receiver . â 59ïč sender prevents an injured receiver from getting up . â 6oïč sender claps a hand over receiverâs mouth to silence them . â 61ïč sender cages receiver against a [ wall / the floor ] with their arms . â 62ïč sender storms away from receiver during an argument . â 63ïč sender is found by receiver sleeping in receiverâs bed . â 64ïč sender [ applies / touches up ] receiverâs makeup . â 65ïč sender throws receiver into a wall during combat . â 66ïč sender dances sensually with receiver . â 67ïč sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . â 68ïč sender places their hand on receiverâs leg while driving . â 69ïč sender pulls a chair out from under receiver . â 7oïč sender catches receiverâs wrist when they turn to leave . â 71ïč sender leaves an intimate mark on receiver . â 72ïč sender beats receiver in a video game . â 73ïč sender and receiver stand in stunned silence after a fight . â 74ïč sender cares for receiver while theyâre sick . â 75ïč sender  and receiver go on a hike . â 76ïč sender is caught snooping in receiverâs things . â 77ïč sender  and receiver cuddle while watching television . â 78ïč sender throws something aggressively at receiver . â 79ïč sender creeps up behind receiver to scare them . â 8oïč sender and receiver go shopping together . â 81ïč sender helps receiver [ dye / style ] their hair . â 82ïč sender draws receiver into a kiss by the back of their neck . â 83ïč sender is discovered having a panic attack by receiver . â 84ïč sender accidentally injures receiver during sparring . â 85ïč sender grabs receiver roughly by the hair . â 86ïč sender brings receiver to their knees during combat . â 87ïč sender shows receiver evidence of a lie they told . â 88ïč sender  winks [ seductively / mockingly ] at receiver . â 89ïč sender yells at receiver to put their hands in the air . â 9oïč sender helps receiver patch up a wound . â 91ïč sender holds receiver as they cry . â 92ïč sender silently and angrily points receiver towards the door . â 93ïč sender  gestures for receiver to sit down . â 94ïč sender  pulls receiver into their lap . â 95ïč sender cradles receiverâs face . â 96ïč sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger . â 97ïč sender has hidden an injury from receiver , and receiver finds out . â 98ïč sender confronts receiver about their unhealthy behavior . â 99ïč sender proposes to receiver . â 1ooïč sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .
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he's a sea of darkness, parting the waves of unknowing dancers. a wolf among sheep, donned in an obsidian raven mask. any tattoos that would show through his suit have been completely concealed, after what felt like hours of morrigan tediously applying makeup. not without complaint, however â she spent the whole time letting him know what a terrible idea this was. perhaps she was right. to show up here was a death wish: surrounded by everyone that would kill him on the spot without second thought, had they known.
but as soon as he finds feyre, all of those concerns are a distant memory. the rest of the room disappears, the orchestra goes quiet, and there is only her. it takes all of his restraint to not take her in his arms, to indulge in this moment and treasure every inch of her flesh with his lips: each kiss a symbol of just how much she has entangled herself in his soul, and how desperately it aches in her absence. a night sky without any stars. yet there are eyes everywhere, and while he had a plan in motion to cause a distraction, he knew it wouldn't be enough to deter all of tamlin's men. â what, you don't wish to see me? â a hand raises to clutch his chest in mock hurt, lips curling into an innocent smile. â oh, dear. i suppose he didn't have time to tell you ... tamlin left in quite the hurry. he may not return for a while. â words are spoken with such casual ease, but his expression says the opposite. bright eyed and lovestruck, he takes in every freckle, the way her cheeks flush. he can feel his chest ache, his jaw tightening as his voice lowers. â leave with me. â
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just harmless enough if anyone else were to overhear, the words were a whispered breath against my ear â a gentle purr, that still sent a chill down my spine. a perfect melody iâd been longing to hear for weeks. my chin tilting up and eyes widening, just slightly beneath the mask, were the only indication that i had been startled â i didnât dare turn around too quickly and risk alerting anyone of his presence. there were too many eyes on us at any given time. it took everything in me not to fall to my knees just at the sound of his voice, to throw my arms around him and to sob â to beg him to carry me out of this lionâs den and take me home. but i couldnât. not yet, not now, not here.
the orchestra raged on as dancers swerved around us, a beautiful swirl of vibrant colors and extravagant masks that did well to conceal the infectious hideousness that lurked beneath. any relief and longing that swept through me was quickly overwhelmed by terror. the debilitating fear of knowing what they would do if they found him here. mixed with the knee buckling realization that he still thought i was worth the risk⊠â i think youâre very bold. â my voice softened, a hushed murmur behind a folded fan, â you canât be here. â
song of achilles rp starters
by madeline miller. i altered some quotes so they fit better  âĄ
â  i saw then how i had changed. â â  name one hero who was happy â you canât.  â â  i feel like i could eat the world raw.  â â  you are half my soul, as the poets say.  â â  i have no need to forgive you. you cannot offend me.  â â  i do not fear ridicule. i never have.  â â  you have always trusted so easily; you have had so little in your life to fear or suspect.  â â  do you hear me? please, say something.  â â  your face is like quicksilver, always racing to something new. you unsettle me.  â â  you do not give things up so easily now as you once did.  â â  now i know how to make you follow me everywhere.  â â  i would know your face in dark or disguise. i would know it even in madness. â â  there is no law that gods must be fair.  â â  i have never seen anyone fight the way you do.  â â  our dead come for their vengeance regardless of witnesses.  â â  the sorrow was so large it threatened to tear through my skin.  â â  when you die, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with you.  â â  you were always better with words than i.  â â  i will never leave you. it will be this, always, for as long as you will let me.  â â  you smile, and your face is like the sun.  â â  i thought you were â something. you do not â you do not move like a human. â â  do you want to walk up to the woods? â â  you canât be very wounded if you can stand for so long.  â â  there are no bargains between lion and men. i will kill you and eat you raw.  â â  we are like gods at the dawning of the world.  â â  nothing could eclipse the stain of this dirty, mortal mediocrity.  â â  i yearn for the darkness and silence of the underworld, where i can rest.  â â  those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that i felt anything at all.  â â you seem utterly unaware of your effect on the people around you.  â â  it was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. it was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came.  â â  you are a weapon, a killer. do not forget it.  â â i have heard that men who live by a waterfall cease to hear it â in such a way did i learn to live beside the rushing torrent of my doom.  â â  if you have to go, you know i will go with you.  â â  there is no one like you.  â â we have given each other wounds, but they are not mortal.  â â  and perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. â â  who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty? it is enough to watch you win. â â do not let what you have gained this day be so easily lost.  â â  you have killed them and taken your vengeance. it is enough. â â  no man is worth more than another, wherever he is from.  â â  strange that such a small kindness feels like grace.  â â  you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.  â â  i cannot bear to see you grieving.  â â i remember little more than scattered images from my life then.  â â  i would recognize you by touch alone, by smell; i would know you blind, by the way your breaths came and your feet struck the earth. i would know you in death, at the end of the world.  â â  i see a dozen men here ready to leap on each otherâs throats.  â â  in my land a bow is marked as the weapon of cowards.  â â  you may still make a good person.  â â  you donât bother to threaten me, yet. i should be worth threatening.  â â  the memories well up like springwater, faster than i can hold them back.  â â  i hoped that you would come.  â â  the voices of the dead were said to have the power to make the living mad.  â â i have weathered the anger of gods before.  â â  i thought of how many nights i had lain awake in this room, loving you in silence.  â â  there is nothing in the world i want more than to know what you had not said.  â â  you will never gain fame from your fighting. does this surprise you? â â  my mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse: i wish for earthquakes, eruptions, flood. only that seems large enough to hold all of my rage and grief. â â  i will not cry in front of you.  â â listen to me. you go too far in this. i will not be able to protect you. â â  there is no honor in betraying your friends.  â â  iâm afraid I have been prompted by a rare stirring of guilt.  â â  i promised myself that if i ever saw you again, i would keep my thoughts behind my eyes.  â â  i did not want you to see my fear, though normally we kept nothing from each other.  â â  gods and mortals never mix happily in our stories.  â â  you will be dead soon enough.  â â  you are destroying yourself. you will not be loved for this, you will be hated, and cursed.  â â  you left yourself today. and now you are returned.  â â  you are a better person than i.  â â  whatever you do, i shall stand with you, as i always have. â â  you have looked at me a thousand thousand times, but there is something different in this gaze, an intensity i do not know.  â â  my life is my reputation. it is all i have.  â â may i give you some advice? if you are truly his friend, you will help him leave this soft heart behind.  â â  what are you thinking about? â â  even the boldest of people would whisper a prayer if they brushed against me.  â â  the keen edge of my envy was like flint, a spark away from fire.  â â  do you think we fight hopeless wars? â â  it is strange, that you would speak against betrayal.  â â  if every soldier killed only those whoâd personally offended him, weâd have no wars at all.  â â no one has ever tried to take something from me.  â â  stay behind me.  â â  will you help me put the rest of my armor on? â â your face is blank and barren, like another language, impenetrable.  â â  i am here because i believe that we will win. i am staying until the end.  â â  your presence is like a stone in my shoe, impossible to ignore.  â â  he is not worthy of you. he never has been.  â â  will you tell me who hurt you? â â it is like a nightmare; i expect, each moment, to wake to relief. but there is no waking.  â â  i do not need to prove myself to you. to any of you.  â â  you have always thought too much of yourself.  â â  some men gain glory after they die, while others fade.  â â  even here, behind the darkness of my eyelids, i cannot name the thing i hope for.  â â  our joy is so bright we can see nothing else but the other.  â â  you have a tender heart. an admirable quality, surely.  â â  you are spring, golden and bright. envious death would drink your blood, and grow young again.  â â  i will not be the raven on your shoulder all the time, predicting gloom.  â â  you look different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight.  â â  when there is greed, there is hope. â â  i could have told you more, of the dreams that leave me bleary and bloodshot, the almost-screams that scrape my throat as i swallow them down.  â â  you are angry, and not without reason.  â â you feel mislead; you were promised victory.  â â  you know, itâs funny; i keep thinking iâve seen you before.  â