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I love characters that have never been loved before experiencing it for the first time. They're taken aback by softness. They're confused by warm words and being cared for. They're almost scared by the loving way they're looked at. Fleeting tender touches send them reeling. Their heart almost feel like it's going to burst. What does it mean? All they know is they don't feel as though they deserve that, even if they reciprocate. It's been proven time again that they're unlovable and yet...

Being treated so gently feels so good and they aren't sure they want it to stop.

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@voidtouched-blue

Louise Glück, From Descending Figure; “Epithalamium”

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Having a massive, and in his opinion unjustified, bounty on one’s head should usually lead to the affected person be more careful and to keep themselves out of harms way, but for Vash the Stampede it had never been a possibility to consider. Yes, there was a bounty on his head and yes, more often than not people would turn against him and start shooting at him, but to him that didn’t release him of the responsibility he had towards the human race. It had been over a century now since his twin brother had caused the Big Fall with his unintended assistance, but Vash would not stop helping humanity with everything he had, no matter what price to pay. What were another scar or two on his already mutilated body if it meant saving another life or making another human feel better about themselves by spilling the blood of the Humanoid Typhoon.

Whenever Vash came into a new city he was open and friendly, he never means to cause the citizens to feel hostile towards him, though that was more or less inevitable as soon as they found out who he really was, but the town he wandered into right now was small and rather far away from JuLai, so it was a pleasant surprise to not see the wanted posters with his face plastered over every wall. Who knows. Maybe these people had not even heard about the infamous Humanoid Typhoon yet, maybe he would be allowed to rest for a couple of days, maybe he could take some time to take care of the bruises and wounds he had no time to recover from yet. Vash looked forward to a few quiet days, but he wouldn’t be the Humanoid Typhoon if disaster wasn’t following in his wake.

Vash was spread out on the little bed of the motel room he had rented, hands behind his head and just enjoying the peacefulness of the night, no gunshots, no running, just silence, until.. With a startle Vash sat up, gaze wandering to the window to stare out into the darkness. With how much effort the Independent usually put into cutting himself off from the higher dimension, to appear as human as possible, it had taken him until now to realise there were Plants nearby. Lots of them. Vash could hear them cry out in pain and fear and while he sadly was used to the sensation, something here was different. Those were not the screams of Plants that were simply overworking themselves, those were the screams of agony, of torment.

Maybe Vash had been wrong. Maybe this little town was not as peaceful as he thought it was. One way or another he had to investigate, if he wanted to or not. He had a responsibility to save humans, but the Plants were his family. He would find a way to save everyone. No matter the cost.

Rolling out of bed he put his red coat back on before returning his gun to its holster which was always safely secured to his thigh. He was not fond of fighting or shooting, but he had learned to use his gun as an instrument of self-defense instead of a weapon to kill, so this should be fine. Sneaking out of the room and out of the motel was an easy task, with this town being as peaceful as it was everyone was apparently asleep. As Vash made his way through town to find the source of the Plant’s pain he was sticking to the shadows nevertheless, it was always better to be careful and not alert anyone, or to be seen doing suspicious activities, like sneaking around at night.

Vash was surprised when the voices eventually led him to a large building that was settled atop a small hill, as if to oversee the entirety of the city and it was another surprise that, yes, there actually were guards here. So he had to be extra careful. The rifles these men were holding were definitely not toy guns. But Vash was used to sneaking around and so he made his way into the facility by climbing up a wall and getting in through an open window, only to fall into a room occupied by what looked like a handful of scientists. And they seemed to happily cut away at a deceased Plant on their table.

There was a moment of awkward silence as Vash stared at the scientists and the scientists stared back at him before suddenly screaming bloody murder, followed by an almost unbearable loud alarm. And again Vash was running, chased through the unfamiliar facility by trigger-happy guards.

“Please stop shooting! I am not here to hurt anyone! I just want to help!”

But of course no one would listen. All that mattered now was to eliminate the intruder. Luckily he was able to avoid being hit by bullets, but with the men seemingly not caring who or what they hit bullets were piercing through old gas pipes, causing minor explosions and ceilings to collapse. Vash had to get out of here but as he kept running he passed rooms upon rooms, each one seemingly inhabited by a single Plant tank. What was this place? Running around another corner and out of the sight of his pursuers he quietly sneaked into a room, locking the door behind him. But the sight in this room was not any less strange. His blue eyes widened behind tinted glasses as he looked upon the broken tank, one that should have held a Plant inside, but instead something more.. animalistic, sat in its broken remains, gasping for air.

Vash could feel her agony, her fear, just like he could feel the pain of the Plants around him, but how was it possible? The person before him did not look like either Plant or human. He approached slowly then, carefully not to slip on the water that was spilled all over the place and trying to avoid getting crushed by falling debris.

“Can you hear me? Are you hurt?”

The Independent didn’t know if she was aware of her surroundings or what was happening, so he reached out to her, making sure she didn’t cut herself on shards of broken glass as he lifted her out of the broken tank. Carrying her in his arms he took her to a rather dry corner of the room, sitting her down on the ground while shrugging off his coat to wrap it around her slender shoulders in an attempt to keep her warm. Whatever she was, he had to save her, he just had to.

Another explosion went off somewhere in the facility and Vash could hear the other Plants cry out in fear, their wailing was so loud and shrill he could feel it in his own core. Pressing his palms to his ears as if he could cut out their screams Vash fell to his knees, fingers soon tugging on his own hair in an attempt to keep himself together. All that pain and sorrow, it threatened to consume him, he couldn’t let that happen, not if there were still lives to save.

Still on his knees he turned to the woman still resting against the wall and the Independent gave her a warm smile as he slowly fought his way back to his feet, determination in his eyes.

“I will get you out of here. I promise.”

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The gentle hum of the machinery turning on had startled her awake. Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest, like she had just come back from the dead...and in a sense she did.

The wisps of memory she could recall were visions of red, and flashes of silver dipping and biting into something soft. Things being added, things being removed. Everywhere the brilliant metal touched was left with a searing heat in its wake. She felt her skin sting at the remembrance of it. Flinching as every image and sensation slowly came back to her, Cyra bumped into glass.

She blinked, confused at the barrier that separated her so easily from the world outside. The room around her was dark, save for the lights in the floor. Perhaps it had been night time, and the main lamps had been turned off for the day? Her head tilted to the side, considering the possibilities that surrounded her. She moved to place her hands on the glass.

Rather than the pale skin that she expected, her flesh had become a cool-grey. Even stranger than that, she noticed an unnatural sharpness that tipped each finger. These weren't her hands, were they? Flipping over the appendages was enough evidence to answer that question. Glancing at her palms at alarm, then that panic spread as her gaze traveled up each arm and the dark stripes that decorated them. She let out a terrified yelp as he continued to look herself over.

What happened...to me...?

Bubbles floated out of the mask on her face and into the liquid in the tank. The sound they made had her watching as they floated up to the top of whatever this container was that she found herself in. She didn't remember any of this, and it scared her. The fear rose in her chest and all she could do was act. Frightened hands found tubes tucked into her skin through strange ports, and she tugged without a second thought.

The room blared red, and the deafening alarm made her screech in response to its volume. Her panic amplified as she began pushing herself off the glass walls, slamming herself into the glass. She needed answers, and she wasn't going to get them stuck in this machine. Darker threads of fluid began dissipating into the liquid she had been suspended in, but in the crimson flood of the lamps she couldn't identify what it was. Fearing some sort of drug to calm her, she quickly tried to find some sort of drain, or release mechanism.

How do I know what I'm looking for?

She paused a moment as the fragmented memories passed through her mind again. In her mind's eye she recalled a shape or socket near the base of the container that she could fit her hand into. She swam down, feeling the mask on her face tugging as its bubbling connections had reached the limit of their length. Her goal had been just out of reach, and she would have to risk it.

Anything to get out of here! She thought as she ripped the device from her face. In her panic, she did not think it through, but at this point it was too late. With the air she had locked in her lungs, she pushed forward, nimble hands quickly dancing around the panels that lined the bottom of her cage. Unable to calm her anxious heart, her time was quickly running out.

There! Her fingers found purchase on a loose plate, and tugged it with all her might until it pulled free. Behind all the circuitry and wires, was a spot in the base that was at its thinnest. It was her path to self-preservation, and once she could catch her breath, it would be her liberation. Cyra began tearing away at the carefully crafted technology. Her clawed fingers providing her with a far easier time ripping through the fragile materials than they would have were they normal human hands. In that short moment, she was grateful for the difference.

Finally, her hand had punched through the base of the tube. The suspension fluid began flooding out, but with only a single fist-sized hole at the bottom, it would take longer than she had to wait for the water to reach a safe level for her to breathe. In the corner of her eye, something flashed in the hallway. Bodies moved too quickly for her to catch from behind the curved glass. The sounds were too muted for her to catch, but the vibrations traveled through the draining fluid, and were loud enough for her to feel in her chest. Followed by the sounds was a violent shaking that caused steam to erupt from a shattered valve, and the glass in front of her cracked. But it only cracked.

Along with the hole at the bottom, it sprayed out of the wider cracks, but not fast enough. In desperation, she began ramming the thick wall by pushing off of the opposite side. There wasn't a lot of room to move, and she knew she didn't have much leverage, but she hoped she would at least be able to widen it enough to grant her air. Once, she thrust herself at it with her shoulder. Twice, she pushed off the opposite side with her feet, ramming the glass again and hearing the crack of its structure. For a third and final time, she sieged the cracked glass...but all it did was groan against her force.

Her vision began to fade, and her lungs burned for air begging for the trapped inhale to be released. All she could do was helplessly throw her fists at the splintered surface. Right before everything went black, and the bubbles from her lungs let out the last of her breath into the mercy of the water, the glass let out a deep groan before the shrieking shatter of the tube's shape crumbled and released the violent flow.

The darkness only lasted until the container had been emptied, and with a coughing and sputtering breath, oxygen returned to her. Pressed up against an intact side of the container, Cyra focused on simply clearing her chest of the choking water. Her shoulder and hands ached, likely bruised, from her effort to free herself from her prison. The ground shook again, and a deafening boom sent bits of the old and rusted pipes in the ceiling clattering to the floor. The girl winched and stared out into the hallway. The blaring alarm finally hit the delicate ears that flattened on her head. Gunshots echoed throughout the facility, and shouts could be heard between the sharp sounds.

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@full-of-mercy

literally an angel

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Testing out some new brushes and coloring styles on Procreate~

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Vash was immobile and useless in Nick’s arms as he was being carried, too wrapped up in fabric and too injured to fight even if the other man did not have the situation under control. There were a few men shooting at them, yet Nick moved fast and smoothly, and without another scratch Vash found himself in the passenger seat of the glowing car, the gigantic gun wedged into it next to him like a second passenger and before he could object the car lunged forward and into motion, disappearing into the darkness stretching out before them with the remaining Lad’s screaming after them, cursing their names.

For a while Vash didn’t say anything, he remained quiet and still in his seat, head turned towards the window to stare out of it. It was night and dark outside, but Vash could see just fine, not only because of the moons basking the desert in plenty of light, but also because his vision was enhanced thanks to him being more than human. But the thing was.. there was nothing to see. All he could see was an endless amount of sand, stretching out infinitely, no other signs of life. And he still couldn’t comprehend what was happening or what this forsaken desert was. The first word that came to mind was hell, but obviously in hell there would be no angels like the man that saved and protected Vash’s life like the one currently sitting next to him driving the vehicle.

Finally Vash turned his head to look back at Nick and it was then that he noticed the subtle scent of iron in the air. The smell alarmed him as it was very obviously the odor of blood and it didn’t take long for him to make out the source of it. There was a snag in the other man’s shirt right on his upper arm, and the fabric was already drenched in blood. It seemed like he did not get out of the fight as unharmed as he had planned to, he had probably been grazed by a stray bullet, so it was nothing too serious, but Vash still couldn’t stand the thought of Nick getting hurt because of him.

“You’re hurt”, he whispered barely audible as he started to wiggle out of the canvas that was still firmly wrapped around him. It took him a moment, but finally the fabric slipped off his shoulders enough so Vash could reach out his remaining hand to gingerly touch the other’s arm, right beneath the wound. It almost seemed as if the dark-haired one had not even noticed that he had gotten hurt in the fight, but Vash did and there was both pain and empathy in his eyes as he kept his hand on the other man’s arm. It couldn’t stop the bleeding or the pain, but it was the only comfort he could offer.

Wolfwood does not have an answer for Vash. What can he even say that won't bring the city crashing down on him again? The residual energy bleeding from the crystalline glass of the crater sparks in his vision, hums in his bones, the final echoes of death and life and transformation. Not just humans, but Plants.

Thousands of them, evaporated in an instant. Light, heat. Shock. Ash. Visceral and silent and uneasy, restless. Whatever the Eye did to him, it was nothing holy despite the hymnals and prayer. He walked the halls of July's Plant ship, suffered in the light and in solitude, and the sonorous dirge just skirting the edges of awareness is familiar.

Or perhaps he's simply lost what is left of his mind.

"Worry about resting, Blondie."

That is all he can say. All he can offer, keeping Vash tucked close for the ascent.

The lip of the crater blocks both sound and light except the blurry smear of the galactic glow in the dome of stars. Something about this place toys with the senses, like stepping through an obfuscating curtain into Purgatory.

They are not alone, and it is not a pleasant surprise. Of course it couldn't be the reporter girls with their news van, that would be lucky, and they cannot afford to operate on luck.

Wolfwood bursts into motion, twisting against the hail of gunfire, shielding Vash with his body and his cross. Bullets ricochet off of obdurate Lost Tech, sparking bright in the night as the Bad Lads howl out their battle cries and waste bullets on something too fast to track.

There is no need to restrain his preternatural speed. It would be easier to shoot them all. Make them a few more victims of July. But—

No. No.

Quicker than any human ought, he pounces up near the escort truck and plants a hard boot-tread into one Lad's face. Momentum drives the goon into the ground in a twitching mess broken glass, twisted metal, broken nose. Wolfwood perches briefly on the truck hood, hunched like a gargoyle over the bundled man in his arms, before bounding over to the other side to shelter Vash against one bulky tire, shielded with the Punisher dropped directly beside him.

Just then, the passenger door creaks open. Nicholas barely blinks, snatching the neon-spiked gunman by the jacket and ramming him with a headbutt, dropping him stunned but alive off to the side.

Not without stealing his hat, though. It's brimmed, it's black, and he's feeling spiteful.

"Alright Spikey, c'mon—"

He does not wait for confirmation and Vash is too injured, too bundled in canvas to really fight, he figures. One more heft, and he tucks his charge into the passenger side of the truck, wedging the Punisher in beside him stem-end pointed into the cargo space behind.

The Bad Lads are at least smart enough not to shoot at their fuel escort. Points for them.

Wolfwood clambers around to take position in the driver's seat, not without pulling his sidearm to finally fire back—

Aiming for the other cars' wheel wells with uncanny accuracy. He empties the clip and guns the motor, lurching them forward and around as their would-be pursuers struggle to catch up.

"Thanks for the lift!" he shouts out, mashing the button on the dash to kill the lights.

He can afford to run dark. Moonlight is plenty to see by. Any edge in a pinch. "Y'alright? They'll be fine."

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nothinglikegod sent:

[ Prompt 49﹕sender  brings  receiver  coffee in  the  morning ]

Wolfwood lowered carefully to the edge of the mattress and bent to set one of two paper cups on the bedside table. Both were filled to the brim with steaming coffee, and he didn't want to tempt a spill through swift movement. (Best to start the day without a seared crotch.) He sipped his own serving down, making it a little safer to hold above his legs before he glanced over a shoulder to spy on his still-sleeping bedmate.

Vash looked like a kid when he was out. Rest bestowed a youthfulness that was typically overshadowed by the sorrow he carried during consciousness. The Humanoid Typhoon, Stampede, Walking Disaster, Outlaw... none of his titles suited his boyish features. His sleeping face was soft and unassuming. It was innocent. And it was a damn shame to have to ruin it with the truths of the waking world. Wolfwood would do so as gently as possible, with a reluctant hand on the other's shoulder.

"Hey, Spikey. Morning."

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Constantly running low on money meant they had to make the best of the things that were offered to them and at the end of the day the question usually was if they should use their money to make sure they both had their own room that night or a decent breakfast (and donuts) in the morning. And obviously the right choice would usually be breakfast. That was how Wolfwood and Vash ended up sharing both room and bed once again.

Neither of them complained, they had slept at worse places before and being squeezed into a bed that barely left room for one of them, there was something comforting to the warmth they shared and the way Nicholas’ back was pressed against Vash’s as they slept. No. Vash didn’t mind, plus, it was better than not having a bed to sleep in to begin with.

Of course he would never dare to say it out loud, but falling asleep with Wolfwood resting against his back also filled him with some sense of safety and he had noticed only recently how the presence of the Undertaker seemed to keep the nightmares at bay. That was why he looked so peaceful in his sleep, finally being able to catch up on a century of sleepless nights.

When a hand on his shoulder was gently trying to guide him back into the world of consciousness Vash was tempted to shake it off and close his eyes some more, the waking world was so cruel and the warmth of the bed so inviting. But he knew he had to get up. They had to keep moving. And with a heavy heart Vash turned around to face the other man, head still resting on the red coat he had used as a pillow as he blinked up at Wolfwood, bright blue eyes still clouded with sleep.

“Morning, Wolfwood.. you are up early. Is everything okay?”

It wouldn’t be a surprise to be shot at first thing in the morning, it had happened more than once after the innkeeper of the place they were staying at had finally made the connection of who exactly was spending the night in one of his rooms. This morning seemed quiet, almost too quiet for them, and it only made it even more difficult for Vash to properly wake up, so instead he closed his eyes again, slightly leaning forward to rest his head against Wolfwood’s lower back.

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misplacedreporter asked: ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver .

It has been a long day of driving and little else and the desert endlessly stretched out before them. With Roberto obviously always being too tipsy or downright drunk to drive, Wolfwood simply refusing to drive this ‘shitty car’ and them all knowing that putting the Humanoid Typhoon behind the wheel would only end in disaster, the only one capable of driving was Meryl and they all wanted to ensure she got the breaks she needed every once in a while.

The sun was slowly setting by now, giving way to the several moons that now were showing off their beauty, and they decided to stop at the nearby station where they could grab some food and recharge the car for the following day and the journey ahead. Complaining loudly Roberto and Wolfwood climbed out of the car, stretching their arms and backs before settling down on a bench together, sharing a smoke. Vash remained where he was in the backseat, nostalgy filling him as he stared at those bright moons that somehow always reminded him of his brother.

A door opening and closing pulled him away from these gloomy thoughts and Vash turned his head to the side to find Meryl now sitting next to him, the newbie reporter obviously ready to make the most out of the break that was granted to her. They didn’t have to talk, that was what he liked about the bond he slowly developed with Meryl, they could sit in silence without it feeling uncomfortable. It was different than the silence he would share with Wolfwood, which would always come with some kind of tension, but with Meryl it was just.. calm and peaceful.

When after a while Vash felt some weight leaning against him he turned to look at Meryl, only to find the tiny reporter resting with her head on his shoulder. Did she really fall asleep on him? Vash did not mind it, there was something precious about her feeling safe and comfortable enough around him to actually fall asleep here in the small space of the backseat with him, but what was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t move! He didn’t want to wake up this precious human, so when Wolfwood appeared at the open window next to him, offering him a sandwich Vash held a finger to his lips.

“Shh! Be quiet, Meryl is asleep! Thanks for the sandwich though.” Vash gave Wolfwood an apologetic look, he didn’t mean to snap at anyone, but to him this little moment of trust felt very special to him, so he took the sandwich and put it to the side for later, then he slightly shifted his weight to the side to make more space for Meryl while he carefully pressed his thigh against Meryl’s, allowing himself to seek just a bit more of her comfortable warmth.

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@metamorphopsia continued from x

“Stop it! Let me have the last one! You already had four!” Vash was laughing as he held the last remaining doughnut out of Zazie’s reach as they tried to grab it, both of them desperate to get one last bite of this sugary sponge, but they probably didn’t keep in mind that the rigging of the old galleon wasn’t the best place to fight over food. Both were holding on to worn out rope with one hand while the other was used to aim for or defend the precious doughnut.

It didn’t take too long though until their laughter was interrupted by a loud SNAP as one of the ropes finally gave up on them and there was a moment of free fall before Vash’s back hit the surface of the water hard. There was only enough time for him to take a deep breath before the water already tried to claim him, pulling him beneath the surface and without those things Nai usually attached to his arms to keep him afloat the weight of his artificial arm was enough to make it impossible for him to fight his way back up all by himself.

Arm flailing and still sinking like a stone there was nothing he could do, but then there he was again. Nai. A Nai from another dimension, but nevertheless... Nai. His older brother, reaching out to him and pulling him out of the water once again. It was not the first time this version of his brother had saved him and it definitely would not be the last, but it still filled Vash with guilt.

Ever since he arrived on this strange planet he had loved it. He had loved it when he felt rain on his skin for the very first time and he loved the water even though the water didn’t love him back. An apology was ready to roll over his tongue but Nai was already there to soothe him, a kiss pressed so gently to his forehead as he was being held against his brother’s chest.

“Nai..”

Once they had reached dry land Vash finally stopped clinging to his brother and collapsed onto the ground, usually fluffy hair now clinging to his skin as he lay there breathing heavily. This cursed arm. While it had proved more than useful on his own version of Gunsmoke, it more often than not had almost been a death warrant for him in this watery place.

And of course, despite Nai obviously not being mad, guilt was still gnawing away at him, so Vash turned to the side, where his brother was resting next to him and he more or less subtly slipped his hand into Nai’s.

“I am sorry for scaring you again. I promise I will be more careful next time..”

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gentleness action prompts edit/interpret sender/receiver roles as you see fit

breathe - muse a holds muse b closely to help them wind down after a stressful day/event

stop - muse a holds muse b back from walking back out into the fray

melt - muse a holds muse b’s face gently, drawing circles into their cheeks with their thumbs

acceptance - muse a kisses muse b’s forehead and lingers

redemption - muse a holds muse b’s face together and rests their forehead against them

home - muse a pulls muse b closer until muse b’s face rests in the crook of muse a’s neck

finale - muse a wraps themself around muse b to keep them from harm

classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary

honesty - muse a wipes muse b’s tears away from under their eyes

recovery - muse a rubs muse b’s back repeatedly to help work tension out their body

anxiety - muse a intertwines their fingers with muse b’s to ground themself

repose - muse a languidly slips into muse b’s arms while muse b is lying somewhere

subtlety - muse a gently brushes their hand over folds and wrinkles on muse b’s clothing

intimacy - muse a braids/brushes/works knots out of muse b’s hair

domesticity - muse a rests chin on muse b’s shoulder to read/see what they’re holding

second-nature - muse a runs their hand through muse b’s hair who’s leaning into them from behind

casual - muse a slinks their arms around muse b’s to sit closer

wounded - muse a sways muse b and themself back and forth as a soothing mechanism

care-taking - muse a rubs muse b’s arms repeatedly to get some warm into them

excuses - muse a brushes their thumb lightly against muse b’s rub some dirt/dust/etc away

courting - muse a rests one hand on muse b’s back and holds out the other for muse b to hold to help them climb up/down something

simplicity - muse a playfully runs their finger along the bridge of muse b’s nose in one swift motion

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𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles .)

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ∗ 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

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Yeah, watching Vash dodge bullets Matrix-Style was smooth af but nothing will ever top Vash skidaddling away from the shooting like a lizard.

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Feral Meryl x

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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : a little assortment of angsty and hurt/comfort action prompts for rp purposes. remember to tag your blood, death etc. add +reverse to swap the roles.

[ 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ] : as sender is about to leave, receiver embraces them. [ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 ] : as sender is about to leave, receiver grabs them by the wrist. [ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 ] : receiver pleads sender to not go. [ 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ] : sender kisses receiver before leaving far away. [ 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞 ] : receiver kisses sender who won't be back for a long time. [ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 ] : sender has rejected receiver's romantic feelings. [ 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 ] : receiver rejects sender's romantic feelings. [ 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 ] : sender and receiver agree to not give in to love. [ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 ] : receiver expresses frustration regarding sender's actions. [ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ] : sender tells receiver they don't love them anymore. [ 𝐥𝐢𝐞 ] : receiver is trying to convince sender they're feeling fine. [ 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞 ] : sender shoves receiver away from them. [ 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 ] : receiver comforts crying sender. [ 𝐫𝐮𝐧 ] : in a dangerous setting, sender tells receiver to run to safety. [ 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐞 ] : receiver catches sender as their feet give in. [ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 ] : sender carries injured receiver to safety. [ 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 ] : receiver is taking care of sick sender. [ 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : receiver tends to sender's wounds. [ 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 ] : sender and receiver are attending to a funeral. [ 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 ] : receiver is missing the deceased sender.

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RANDOM VASH THE STAMPEDE GIFS  »「 1/? 」