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i found this list and kinda fed into it each time i got the flu or a migraine, and u know what, it's just me revealing just how much i love the caring threads and the soft threads and the fondly exasperated "let me help you" threads! use at your pleasure, DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST NOR EDIT IT! i will be changing it accordingly!

" i found you passed out in the kitchen. you wanna stop working yourself so hard? or do i need to keep hitting the gym to carry you to bed every day? "

" you're burning up. "

" your neighbour called me and said you could use a nurse. looks like they were right, too. "

" you were told to take it easy, so... yeah. this is kinda on you. "

" you took a sick day. you NEVER take a sick day. so yeah, i got worried, and i figured i'd come over and keep an eye on you. "

" you texted me a long and incoherent text that held about 90% of the emoji list and about four different languages. figured it wouldn't hurt to drop by and see how you were doing. "

" how long have you been sick for? and don't lie. "

" you look like hell. "

" i brought you some soup; let me heat some up for you? "

" okay. it's time you went to the hospital. "

" hey… hello there, sleeping beauty. you gave me a bit of a scare yesterday. how are you feeling? "

" i swear, if you even think of getting out of that bed… "

" you know when i said to call if it's an emergency? a fever is most DEFINITELY considered an emergency! "

" if you think you're going to work like this, you better think again. "

" don't worry. my family swears by this remedy; just let it work its magic and you'll feel good as new in no time. "

" I don't care about getting sick. i'm not leaving you until you're back to full health. "

" you didn't stop to think that this might happen when you're burning the candle at both ends? "

" yeah, I can play the role of nurse AND say "I told you so" at the same time, actually. "

" you better drink every last drop of this tea, no matter how disgusting it is. "

" i told my boss it was an emergency so they've given me a full week to look after you. "

" quit being so stubborn and get into BED! "

" what part of doctor's orders hasn't sunk in yet? bed rest! for the WEEK! "

" right, where do you keep your saucepans? i'm going to make you my famous noodle soup. it's a cure-all, i'm telling you! "

" hey, unless you're going to the bathroom or the sofa, I don't want to see you out of that bed. got it? "

" when are you gonna start letting people look after you, huh? "

" i know, i know, i turned off all the lights once i figured you had the migraine. you want some tea? water? "

" don't be mad, but i saw your fridge, and... it frightened me. so i've taken you back to my place, and i'm gonna get deliveroo to bring some groceries to your place tomorrow. okay? "

" i know your appetite is a little off, so i ordered in a whole tonne of options. just try a little bit of something, please? for me? "

" i've brought half a pharmacy, enough movies and boardgames to last us a decade, and every single snack i could fit into the basket at the grocery store. so sit your butt down, eat your soup, and try and make the most of your bed rest for the next week, will you? "

ACTION PROMPTS ( SEND THE FULL LINE! and feel free to reverse if u wish! ):

[ TOUCH ]: sender gently rests a hand against the receiver's forehead to check their temperature.

[ DAMP ]: sender presses a cool cloth against the receiver's face, neck and forehead to try and lower their fever.

[ BLANKET ]: sender wraps another blanket around the receiver to try and stop them from shivering.

[ SPOON ]: sender gently coaxes spoons of soup into the receiver's mouth to build up their strength after an illness.

[ CARRY ]: sender, finding the receiver weakened/unconscious on the floor, immediately lifts them up and carries them back to bed.

[ AROUND ]: sender keeps a protective arm around the receiver to help them walk without the risk of stumbling or collapsing.

[ STAY ]: sender decides to stay by the receiver's bedside after learning that they're sick.

[ HAIR ]: sender smooths back the receiver's hair in a soothing gesture to try and help them go back to sleep.

[ TILT ]: sender tips a bottle of water up for the receiver to sip from.

[ HUM ]: sender hums/sings to soothe a sick receiver back to sleep.

[ BACK ]: sender gently rubs the receiver's back, either to soothe them or warm them while they're unwell.

[ SHARE ]: sender climbs into the receiver's sickbed with them, wrapping their arms around them to offer warmth and comfort.

[ SHOWER ]: sender, learning the receiver has a high fever, takes a cold shower with them in order to lower their temperature.

[ WAKEN ]: the receiver wakes up in bed, having been found unconscious by the sender and carried into the bed from the floor.

some prompts exploring the affectionate side of lust. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.

[mwah.] sender kisses receiver slowly, keeping their mouths joined even while moving inside them.

[stroke.] sender gently runs their hands through receiver's hair during sex.

[nestle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck, planting kisses against it mid-fuck.

[safety.] sender and receiver experiment together as friends.

[held.] sender intertwines their fingers with receivers while having sex.

[steady.] sender holds receiver's trembling hands down gently against the sheets.

[comfort.] sender makes love to receiver after a rough day.

[borrow.] sender wears receiver's shirt/sweater while they have sex.

[confession.] sender murmurs "i love you" against receiver's skin.

[tease.] sender peppers kisses at receiver's stomach before dipping lower.

[worship.] sender worships receiver's body / chest / thighs / arms / back with touch, kisses, and praise.

[tender.] sender gently traces their fingers along receiver's scars.

[guide.] sender moves receiver's hand where they need it most.

[check-in.] sender pauses every few thrusts to ensure receiver is handling things okay.

[grind.] sender ruts against receiver through their clothing.

[first.] sender, being more experienced, guides receiver through their first time.

[cup.] sender holds receiver's face in their hands and kisses them tenderly.

[hurried.] sender hikes receiver's clothing just far enough to push inside of them.

[savor.] sender deliberately slows their rhythm, intent on lasting as long as possible.

[vice.] sender holds receiver close while finishing inside of them.

bellara had no idea. then again, she didn’t know much about necromancy — or corpses. or the dead, for that matter. it was all fascinating, in a distant, eerie way that a tomb was fascinating. but her knowledge paled in comparison to someone from the mourn watch. still, it had piqued her interest, & she watched cyranet’s adjustments of the body with rapt attention. curious, interested — both words applied as she laced her fingers together, palms pressed, posture still. she wanted to see what would happen. would it suddenly stir ? rise from the place it had taken to rest ?

nothing happened. umber eyes flicked back to cyranet, her expression folding into a tentative smile. “ oh, no. that’s okay ! i don’t encounter corpses — or, well, bodies ? the living dead ? ” she tilted her head, frowning slightly in thought. “ — often. i’m not entirely sure what to call them. ” a beat. “ not in my line of work, that is. ”

she really had no idea. if someone had asked her, she would’ve assumed that an uncomfortable position made the stiffness worse. some kind of lingering muscle tension ? not that she knew. “ but how do you know what type of position is best ? or what they’d prefer ? ”

they turn mismatched eyes back to the corpse, giving a thoughtful hum. "i can feel it. ah - does that make sense? it's like... a gut instinct, perhaps. something about this one, this position feels right, like this is what he needs." a gloved hand pat the corpse on the shoulder as though to reassure an old friend. attention focused on bellara once more as wren removed their gloves, rubbing cold fingers.

A tree. On a rooftop. His horse's stall, where he could still be found some nights. In an alley. Under a cot because the roof leaked. In some bushes. Those were the notables at least. It seemed to go with the territory of not having a home.

she’s not entirely sure she likes coffee. but she drinks it — regularly. given the general consensus on her own attempts at brewing it, it’s become more of an acquired taste than a genuine preference. she cares more about the temporary jolt it gives her during late nights spent hunched over casework than the bitter aftertaste it leaves like residue on her tongue. neve has had worse — doesn’t mean she’s offering to be anyone’s taste tester, either.

“ nice try. why don’t you ask lucanis ? ” she quips, stepping into the kitchen and setting about her usual coffee-making ritual. it’s a familiar process & a little unorthodox but it works for her — & that’s all that matters. as long as no one is hovering nearby to critique her technique, she considers it good enough. & if they are, she’s more than prepared to remind them that the brew is for her, not some collective judgment panel.

“ so, ” she begins, glancing over her shoulder as she measures out the grounds, “ what exactly are you trying to do ? ”

"i'm trying to... make it something more palatable." they lift the mug and sniff it, then wrinkle their nose. "mm... i don't think this smells right though." there's a moment where they seem to consider before they take a sip, then immediately shudder and go to dump out the failed attempt.

Cole sighed deeply from where he was sitting on the ground in the grass next to B'hadir's tent, looking suspiciously like an inconvenienced youth being lectured about a hard truth.

"It's not fair. How are you supposed to be normal? How do you act normal, B'hadir, after everything that's happened to you? I don't understand."

"Sometimes," He admited after a moment or two of consideration. "You find a new normal, when you go through hardships." One hand touched his own chest - where burn scars lay beneath fabric. A painful memory of a violent outburst, a fight between brothers - "I don't act normal, I ... adapt. That's what it means to be alive, Cole. Adapt. Learn."

Whether they obeyed or not was of little consequence to the Crow, his intent still to visit his gardens and tend to the various volatile plants hidden away. It was a little risky given the other’s lack of training, their skills solely built upon a natural instinct that had driven them to slay the man from before. Vaigo would refine those skills in time. So, when they make their request - their demand - it doesn’t bother the master assassin. 

They had desire. Good. 

“ Teach you what exactly. Are you aware of what you’re asking for? ” he pushes them for more intent, to display the ability to comprehend their situation better. To accept the gravity of the situation and walk forward anyways, regardless of the unending blood they would continue to spill. Viago needed more from them. He pauses in front of the locked door to his garden, retrieving the keys from his pocket before unlocking it. 

“ Don’t touch anything unless I tell you to. You will die. I won’t waste my antidotes on just anyone, ” Viago instructs them before entering the room, unveiling the flora-filled area with a glass ceiling to allow the sunlight to peek through. It also allowed him to control several other factors, allowing him to ensure his plants thrived at any season. It’s filled to the brim with plants, four different rows with a generous amount of space between them. At the end is a worktable, a set of gloves resting against wood.

"I know," Kalais said, with more confidence than before - they uncurled their shoulders, straightening up. And without hesistation, continued after Viago. Upon entiering the garden, Kalais paused - breathing slow as they looked around at the plants. They shrunk again, overwhelmed at the sheer volume of the greenery around them.

And the assurance that if they touched anything, they would die.

Poisons, then. A step forward, nostrils flared as they sniffed the air - not getting too close, but curious about the plethora of smells made from the plants. From the earth. From the tender care they received to thrive. Fascinating. It was dawning on them that there were many things they'd have to learn.

And yet, they still felt that determined fire.