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SIMPLE ACTIONS

hello, I'm a new RP prompts blog! my first post is just some simple actions; plenty of room for you to decide what the reasoning or emotion behind the action is. feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛 nice to meet you all!

[COLLAR] - sender reaches out to smooth down / fix receiver's collar.

[RUFFLE] - sender ruffles receiver's hair.

[BRACE] - sender braces receiver under the elbow.

[FOREHEAD] - sender feels receiver's forehead.

[HANDS] - sender takes receiver's hands.

[NECKLACE] - sender fastens a necklace around receiver's neck.

[SHOULDER] - sender lays a hand on receiver's shoulder.

[SIT] - sender guides receiver to sit down on a chair / bed / wall / etc.

[LAY] - sender guides receiver by the shoulders to lay back.

[TUG] - sender tugs receiver's hand in an attempt to get them to follow.

[WAIST] - sender rests a hand against receiver's waist.

[SUPPORT] - sender pulls receiver's arm over their shoulder for support.

[DRINK] - sender sets something to drink down in front of receiver.

[FOOD] - sender sets something to eat down in front of receiver.

[BACK] - sender rubs a hand up and down receiver's back.

[COAT] - sender zips / buttons up receiver's coat for them.

[CHEEK] - sender brushes a thumb over receiver's cheek.

[NUZZLE] - sender nuzzles into receiver's neck.

[HUG] - sender tugs receiver in for a hug.

[CHIN] - sender tucks receiver in under their chin.

[LIFT] - sender lifts receiver off the ground (or attempts to).

[CARRY] - sender carries receiver to another location.

[HALT] - sender gently pulls receiver to a halt.

#✚ . ◞ * / inbox. › paint it black .

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Eva Green as Artemisia in 300: Rise of an Empire (2014) dir. Noam Murro

#✚ . ◞ * / study. › she had wrung out her girlhood like death . #gore tw

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#✚ . ◞ * / visuals. › my halo is a barbed wire . #kill her i dare u Peasants

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@marhcel

#✚ . ◞ * / dynamics. › we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake . ft marcel . #Yes.

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@marhcel​ asked :    ∗ 12﹕ sender invites receiver to dance . , don't look @ me !!!! it's marcel !!!   ( x )

they share a strange history ,      the two of them  ,      an unlikely bond formed by the iron of battle :     she saw a hunger in him ,   and he regonized that same monster in the wintry desolation of her eyes .   a fundation not set on mere affection  ,     but rooted in greed ,    in vengance ,     power  .     this tulmutuous climb to the top will make for    strange bedfellows ,   sly conspirators .     and it has .

adelaide has held herself so carefully throughout the night ,     you’d think she remained under the scrunity of some invisible force :     both graceful and stealthy ,     like someone who’d grown accustomed to see herself at the same time she saw everything else .      her spine straight as an arrow ,   her manicured hands folded neatly in her lap .    watching ,   searching for opportunities as the festivities unfold ,      she sees him instead  ---- a lilt to his step ,     a speck of glee lighting up often somber  ,      thoughtful features .       

she blinks once ,    twice  --- and my ,     does she flashes those doe eyes at him  .     a hand drapes over his open palm ,    smooth as silk  ,      and suddenly their bodies are touching  ,    lurching forward  ---  vined hearts pumping to a syncronized rhytim .    ❛     has the town been treating you well ,      my darling ?      i do hope you have not bumped into any inconveniences .     ❜      a coy simper shapes her laquered mouth as those very hands slither like sepents across his bared skin ,       finding each bump and hidden crevice ,      tracing all the countorns of his arms - deliberately slow in its exploration  ,      slithering all the way to the base of his skull .  

#marhcel #✚ . ◞ * / script. › what strange claws are these ‚ scratching at my skin . #touchy tOUCHY

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american horror story, 1x01.

#✚ . ◞ * / study. › she had wrung out her girlhood like death .

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chelsea g. summers, a certain hunger / ginger snaps (2000) / joan macleod, the shape of a girl / L’AQUART - jade medusa, 2020 / john collier - lilith, 1887 / florence + the machine, “howl” / battle royale (2000) / brenna twohy, “swallowtail” / caravaggio - judith beheading holofernes, 16th c. / herbert james draper - ulysses and the sirens, 1909 / william etty - the sirens and ulysses, 1837 / alicia ostriker, “in the 25th year of marriage, it goes on” / gone girl (2014)

a monster in the shape of a girl

#✚ . ◞ * / study. › she had wrung out her girlhood like death .

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wihnchester​.

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It’s not quite here yet, but it’s approaching slowly. The rapture has perfect timing. Can uproot an entire village and destroy all the lakes in the world within a day. He’s seen it through the lenses of war and greed, but certainly more so in the forest at night when all the cicadas have opened their throats. Killing is different from hunting, except both have stained his hands with a much blacker blood than any animal-blood would have. He supposes there were times when his sons had seen him slit a man’s neck, tissue and bone fragments making a snapping sound in the quiet evening. It was a shapeshifter. Or something otherworldly. Something destined to die, he said to them as they drove onto the next town. Destiny as an excuse, but as the lone goal he had subconsciously been driving towards. Even his limbs feel weighed down by something other than age. A sluggish spell cast onto him from grave dirt and corpses he had stumbled upon during late stakeouts. The face always looks peaceful when it’s dead, although he very rarely thinks too much about it - avoids the way the cheeks deflate as he shoves the form into a shallow hole, avoids the way there’s always an owl watching him with big pale eyes similar to that of his demon’s. Fear was never his teacher. He had never been taught. He simply was born into the world with fists and a rage that swelled up inside of him. The womb made him cruel, or perhaps it was the birthing experience. A mother being a mother, a father being a blank painting on the wall. This story is old. Old and doomed to be repeated. So yes, maybe the paranoia has allowed his view on the world to be distorted and tradition. Malicious in his intents on cutting down all inhuman things while being a legendary survivor of his own inhuman heart. Death is not worrisome for him, but the lack of vengeance is. He shifts softly in his seat as head follows her movements, amused in the way she tries to control her temper when he knows how sharp that wound’s teeth are. She’s an alligator, queen of the swamplands and determined to reveal to him that she could be just as sadistic as any haunted beast. She’d be right to. She’d be right to show him her stomach and how quickly it can digest an insect. He’s eager for it, almost bites down on his tongue in preparation for the future bloodletting. ‘That was sweet of you[…]but naive. I couldn’t just let you go on down the road like that. Not with you being what you are and me being what I am.’ The smack of his lips that follows is loud, obnoxiously so, and he does this on purpose. He wants the wallpaper to crawl with the arrogance of his presence. He wants the skies to part and the rivers to drown the town. Fingers pinch at the fabric of the lounge chair, pulling at a loose thread with the dedication of a bored child. Gaze snaps back to her, jaw working in a half-circle before continuing - head briefly nodding towards the mirror. ‘Always hated mirrors[…]stare at your face too long and it gets further away from reality.’

if adelaide were truly bothered by his prescence ,  he’d not be sitting here .   nestled safely within her confinements ,     tucked away from the rest of the world   .       she will turn her nose and show disdain ,     but it is all to appease hid mood  ,        his ego .       could he not tell how     hollow   she truly was ?      how deep this well ran ?        if john winchester crossed this treshhold ,     it is because she    willed it so .     this is her domain ,     and no soul  ,    dead or alive  ,     crosses it without an invitation  .       she has stood still against time ,  ruins of girlhood untamed  .    waiting  .     she has waited for him crawl through these walls like serpentine ,     each step of his own volition ,     into the open maw of her chambers .     he’d accepted this invitation all on his own ,   wheather from an innate desire to flirt with death or pure rightenousness  ,     she did not care which .     he had arrived ,    and she’d be waiting like a princess in a tower.   

she saunters like a haunting to occupy the space between them .     ❛     that’s just your own reflection ,    darling .    ❜      damp eyed she looks nearly breakable :   a beautiful thing held together by insatiable cravings  ,    whispering in his ear like a saint doused in ivory and gold  ,  those doll lashes feathering down his cheek like new snow  .      ❛   that is why you’ll never be able to stand the sight of it .   ❜     she tastes the loss of her softness ,    the way it’d been wrung out like death to survive winter .   adelaide understood cruelty as most priests understood the holy book, with devotion and intimacy —- she studied it, figured out its knots and hidden crevices.   she would not spare him.   she would slice him open with cutting vulnerability .     there is no solace in mercy for either of them .     ❛     what am i,  john?      tell me  .     why am i such a monstrous thing?     ❜    softness ensues  ,      — imploring .     her eyes are glazed in pale melancholy,    and the words are low ,  near dissolved into a full whisper .

#wihnchester #✚ . ◞ * / script. › what strange claws are these ‚ scratching at my skin . #aaaaaaaaaaaand iM stressed :-)

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Christina Braithwhite + model walk

#✚ . ◞ * / visuals. › my halo is a barbed wire . #i love her ur honor

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@kohlm​ asked :    IT'S ME AGAIN !!!! I FORGOT KOL ?! ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave .   ( x )

his grip is strong and unyielding ,      nothing she wouldn’t expect from a wildbeast such as kol   ------     but what keeps her    restrained    is not the promise of brute force  ,      enforced carelessly onto those wishbone limbs that threaten to bend under calloused hands  ,        but rather sheer   disbelief    in the act itself  .      it is that for a    split second  :     she was not godly  ----   she was a tangible thing ,      breakable  ,      malleable .      her goodhood had been ripped from her  ,      for that mere second of unspoken fragility :       she had been     human .

❛    nobody touches me .    ❜      those large bluebell ignite brighter :    a blue-ice fire ,     stripping flesh from bone  .    feverish wrath invades her like a temple to be conquered ,   licking her insides  ,      the back of her skull  .   she recognizes that same gnarled cruelty in him   ,       how comfortably it dances between them  .     her own talons   burrow   into his torpid  ,     cadaverous flesh ,      like hungry maggots  ----  keeping him still .       ❛     nobody !      ❜      the palm that shapes itself into the perfect mold for his jaw is not gentle ,         it is a ravenous reminder     mercy has never inhabited this body  .         adelaide is diseased with cruelty  ,         the very roots are sick  .       she breathes him in ,     all that ugliness ,    all that death ,        and does not flinch  .        where her fingers linger      rotten flesh    hangs  and dribbles to the ground in gory bits to reveal the pale skull underneath .   a warning unspoken :    don’t forget you are made by magic    &     by magic ,         you can be undone .

#kohlm #✚ . ◞ * / script. › what strange claws are these ‚ scratching at my skin . #im... *rubs eyes* #disgustan g #gore tw

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closed starter for :  @queen-sophie-anne​​

god forbid anyone who stood in her way while driving :    adelaide's distinct silver lamborghini comes cutting through the street  ,      flickering between lanes and rushing through whatever traffic there was in that ghost town ,    until houses and lawns and bikes were dissolved into one big colorful whirlwind of colors .      not that she’d admit to being anything less than exemplary at anything ,     but it was a miracle --- or perhaps ,   an unfortunate  ,      dull coincidence ,    that she had not claimed the life of anything largar than your avarage stray or neighborhood dog .

she parks before crimson peak  ,      the grand  ,     ever so  enigmatic manor :     shroudded in so much mystery and myticism ,   it should be considered a historic landmark by now .    without a shadow of a doubt ,     a most fitting place   for somebody like queen sophie-anne leclerq  ,      whom ,    perhaps begrungingly so ,    adelaide had found not only infinitely opportune but there was a certain ---  affinity for the queen stored in those ruins of hers she was not quite comfortable delving into .

she waltzes out of the car  ,       hips swaying habitually as her legs cross one before the other ,    paving her way towards the entrance only to be greeted with the familiar pair of muscles .      she sure knew how to pick ‘em .          ❛    goodness ,    ❜        adelaide purls in that sugary undertone ,         ❛   what    have you been feeding these boys?    ❜      

#queensophieanne #✚ . ◞ * / script. › what strange claws are these ‚ scratching at my skin . #idk who allowed addie to be behind the wheel of a car but sb pls stop her

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wihnchester​.

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A human can become a beast overnight. It doesn’t take a ritual or a sacrificial lamb to turn into an animal. Even before the burning house he had been a man built on obsession. Vietnam was a war that hosted the very evil in the world. He bled people dry and still remained on guard for some sort of damnation to come stirring up from the ground. He had trudged through purgatory in the green hills and burned villages to the ground. He drowned four times, he was shot three, stabbed once. There were many times he had seen hell and survived - but hadn’t wanted to. The terror of the world doesn’t solely come from the creatures he hunts, but from humans themselves. The cruelty is a nature meant for mortals, given by the gods as a malediction disguised as a gift. Abel and Cain took it without question, let the fields run red and let the rivers all dry out in the name of biblical insanity. Therefore, god lives in all their throats and speaks only from the mouth of this patriarchy - this general of his small army, this snake that slithers along the soil even after his head’s been chopped off. He remembers all foes, especially wrongly worshiped priestesses with serpents for hair. Long legs lounged out from the chair and spread slightly in a lazy position at first glance, but take a closer look and one could see the muscle ripening with the eagerness to move into a deadly position of attack. She appears in the doorway like a ghost returning home, night-gown translucent only at the right angle of the hall’s light. The humming should leave his skin prickling with disturbance, but he sits and wallows in the adrenaline as it comes to full fruition in his bloodstream. A tilt of his head as he peers at her, mouth slightly open with a rehearsed smile teasing out - the voice holding a flimsy tone of a condescending scold one might give a toddler. ‘Now, now, Adelaide. Ain’t no one talking about you like they used to. Dead gossip don’t sell much nowadays.’

it takes very little to put her in a disagreeable mood ,   and something about that particular rebuttal     strikes a nerve .     though adelaide does her best to conceal it under wave of casual dismissal  ,      a trained eye might easily spot the displeasure tugged at the corner of her mouth ,    in the knot of her brows  ,    in the very way her nails will dig into her own flesh ,     pleading softly for a little restraint :       an early developed mechanism that came with adolenscence  .  some days she’d fantasize about his bones twisting and breaking under moving flesh ;   or maybe his skin would bubble and burst like a blister ,       and she’d be left with his cranium :        john winchester’s bony remains on a pretty frame .    she’d set up as a prop somewhere in these lavish walls  ;   he’s much rarer than a deer ,    and sure make for a far less corny decoration .    

exhaling sharpily through her rabbited nose  ,    upturned and prideful  ,     adelaide’s lovely ,    heart-shaped mouth is reeled into a begrunging pout .      ❛     is there a problem ?  ❜    ever so slightly ,    she folds her arms and recoils into the nearest wall with the strained tolerance of a feral cat .   petulence has always dressed women better than rage ,      hadn’t it ?      petulance is cute ,   digestable ,    harmless at its core .    a petulant woman must only be tamed   .      and so they are taught to craddle their rage like an infant in their chest ,    hold it tight until it feasters like a wound untreated .       ❛      last I remember ,   you did me a favor and to show my gratitude ,   I let you go .   ❜   

#wihnchester #✚ . ◞ * / script. › what strange claws are these ‚ scratching at my skin . #OOOOOH THAT BUUUUURN #she wants 2 tantrum so bad

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1.  a little wicked .  valerie broussard.   2.  what it means to be a girl .  emeline    3.  ipswich .   georgi kay.  4 .  season of the witch .  lana del rey.  5 .  chemtrails over the country club .  lana del rey.  6 .   paint it ,  black .  ciara.   7 .   i put a spell on you .   iza.    8 .  cruel intentions .   delacey.    9 .  institution .  thunder jackson.   10 .   perigo .   jade baraldo .   11 .  heart-shaped box .   glass animals.   12 .  money power glory .   lana del rey.   13 .  venus fly trap .  marina.  14 .  king .  florence and the machine.  15 .  devil’s playground .   the rigs. 16 .   i did something bad .  taylor swift.   17 .   control .  halsey.   18 .   black magic woman .  vctrys .   19 .  glory box .  portishead.     20 .   bottom of the river .  delta rae.   21 .  start a war . valerie broussard .   22 .  the devil within .  digital daggers.    23 .  same old energy .  kiki rockwell.    24 .  breath of life .  florence + the machine.    25 .   black black heart .  david usher.

& LISTEN .

#✚ . ◞ * / study. › she had wrung out her girlhood like death . #my edit.

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closed starter for :  @dreamyoncs​​

❛     don’t be silly ,        it’ll look perfect on you .      ❜    adelaide coos in a doting candor ,   her face beatific ,   the shorn blond saint :   skin glistening like an angel .      she comes to her as a vision of something holy ,      long white gown swishing in the wind  ,    bluebell eyes   ignited ,   sanctified  .     the slithery hand of a phanthom crawling over the bump of davina’s shoulder the only promise of tangibility ,     that same hand :     smooth and steady ,  finds its way into the smooth skin of her neck  .   it searches for all those hidden crevies ,    lines and bumps others were too fretful to uncover .       dangling from its unyielding hook ,      a beautiful green stone embroiled in silver  ,      delicate but undeniably expensive  ,    hand - selected ,    a perfect match for the hue of her eyes  .    the necklace falls with ease between the gap of her jutting collarbone .       ❛     look ,      ❜        she intructs ,     nudging at the wide  ,    glamurous view of them both ,    inverted through the looking glass  .      those long serpentine fingers reach to stroke perfect mocha locks ,     cupping a single ,   stray ringlet in its clutches - only to let it fall against the shallow descent of the young girl’s chest .     ❛    pretty as a painting .       you should keep it .   ❜

#dreamyoncs #✚ . ◞ * / script. › what strange claws are these ‚ scratching at my skin . #:-)

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@wihnchester​ asked :    * o8﹕ sender shows up at receiver’s home late at night . ( john winchester ?? rip )   ( x )

strange night .       strange because   adelaide is strange .       a strange   compulsion ,     a habit of choice .    her residence stands tall before unwise meddlers ,   an unspoken invitation .  do you dare come venture further?       waltz along these halls like a haunting  ,    across    empty halls and untouched furtiniture  ,      enshroudded in this bone-chilling coldness that’d shame even the dead .  it becomes evident with each bold step into her den ,      no living thing should dwell there for long  .  john winchester is no such animal :        he is a carcass of a man that drags its weary bones around ,     shoulders slounched from the burden of existence  ,     mouth parched for violence  .      he was left unscattered from their brief encounters ,    not because she is merciful --- but because she is not .

long blond bangs hang like a gilt chandelier under the delicate curve of her shoulders ;    combed continuously into unruly submission .       she looks impossibly small in comparison to the grandour of it all ,      flimsy nightgown swishing with every bite of wind  ,     humming low before the large  ,     gold embroiled mirror that feeds her vanity .   it’s when the melody comes to an abrupt stop that concern ought to rise ,   and the room is suddenly by swallowed by this ambiguous   quietness .     the kind of quite that has you desperate to speak ,     if nothing else ,   to fill the void left behind .      ❛     john ,    john ,     john ...      ❜       her chest rises and falls ,     in a silence is so profund you can hear the dampness of her mouth as it parts .   ❛     people will say we’re in love .      ❜    

#wihnchester #✚ . ◞ * / script. › what strange claws are these ‚ scratching at my skin .

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You poor, pretty things who’s prettiness holds only one guarantee. Learn to see yourself as the rest of the world does, and you’ll keep. But left alone, with only your eyes looking back at you, and even the prettiest things will rot… You fall apart like flowers.

-Ms. Blum, I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House

#✚ . ◞ * / study. › she had wrung out her girlhood like death .

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#✚ . ◞ * / visuals. › my halo is a barbed wire . #✚ . ◞ * / aesthetic. › it will stop your breath ‚ how cruel i can be .