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❛  how  did  we  get  here…  ❜  the  question  itself  feels  vague,      𝐚  𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲  𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧  𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲  𝐭𝐨  𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫.   ❛  when  did  we  lose  track  of  ourselves…  and  what  we  meant  to  accomplish?  ❜  selfishly  he  seeks  comfort  with  his  words,      his  eye  searching  for  it  on  the  sun  setting  on  the  horizon—𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞  𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩  𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤  𝐬𝐞𝐚,      𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚  𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧’𝐬  𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.   such  a  beautiful  scene  did  not  belong  amongst  blood  soaked  killers  knee  deep  in  bodies  desperate  for  revenge.   it  was  all  that  kept  them  going.   𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲  𝐧𝐨𝐰  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧  𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐫𝐚𝐰  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧  𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.   it  had  no  place  here.   his  hardened  heart  kept  vulnerability  at  bay.   but  he  wondered  if  his  partner  ever  wished  for  days  once  lost.  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭  𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐚  𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡  𝐨𝐟  𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.   did  kazuhira  feel  it  too?  or  was  this  feeling  unique  to  snake? 

❛  when  it’s  over…  when  what  we  need  to  do  is  done…  what’s  left  for  us?  ❜  can  we  go  back  to  those  days  once  more?  𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥  𝐢  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐲  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐝𝐢𝐝?  𝐬𝐨  𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥.   your  wish  for  peace…  is  it  gone?  snake  did  not  imagine  they  would  ever  be  able  to  salvage  what  they  had  lost.   pushing  forward  to  a  new  beginning  felt  like  their  only  option.   𝐢𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐧  𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝,      but  once  it  washed  away,     perhaps  something  would  be  left  of  what  used  to  be.      / @peacesin

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literary sexts vol. 1 poetry meme

Literary Sexts is a modern day anthology of short love poems with subtle erotic undertones edited by Amanda Oaks & Caitlyn Siehl. Hovering around 50 contributors & 124 poems, this book reads is like one long & very intense conversation between two lovers. It’s absolutely breathtaking. These are poems that you would text to your lover. Poems that you would slip into a back pocket, suitcase, wallet or purse on the sly. Poems that you would write on slips of paper & stick under your crush’s windshield wiper. Poems that you would write on a Post-it note & leave on the bathroom mirror. Treat yourself, a crush or a lover with this lush gift!

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I will be providing select short, sometimes edited, poems for a texting/”sexting” meme, but not the whole book itself.  If you enjoy the poems provided, please support the collection whether it’s the first volume or the second.   Or look into the works of the various contributors and see if anything else they’ve written is to your liking!  

Feel free to add to and/or edit these sentences to better suit your needs—but remember, many of these work best in the context of texts and/or love notes instead of spoken dialogue.    —Lizzy.  

Mark me like a passage from your favorite book, then open me there again and again.

My skin is full of flowerbeds and you know every way to make them bloom.

I am tracing the knobs of your spine like the map of my favorite continent. You are all the places I haven’t visited yet and I mark each one off with my teeth.

Your hands unzip me one breath at a time; there is not room beneath my skin for all of you and I spill over the edges with a sigh.

You take apart my heart in pieces with your mouth, but the splash of your tongue against mine feeds it back to me. It tastes sweeter coming from you.

You opened your mouth and spoke the language in my blood.

You kiss me and there aren’t sparks. There’s an entire orchestra in my chest, playing staccato on my heart strings.

My hands are nomads, my dear desert. May they never find rest.

Being small things, we understand this as our humble attempt at thunder, at setting the world to shake.

Delicate work. Like peeling kiwis. My tongue across your skin. Mellow flesh against my lips. Your taste always in my mouth.

How a storms needs to feel the earth how the earth wakes to the pelt of rain how the ground is quenched is how I need you… 

My hands were glaciers I never dared to move freely, my fingers icicles. Your touch thawed me to excavation. I want to dig into your warmth.

Kiss me like white bread, stick to my teeth even after the whiskey. I want memories of your mouth lodged beneath my tongue to wake me at two in the morning, hungry.

I want you next to me, in my bed, your clothes making friends with my floor. Love me hard enough so we wake up the neighbors.

Your hands peeling that onion, thumbs and forefingers pulling skin from skin—they are sacred. Let me kiss them. Let them bless my sinning chest, let them peel my lips apart.

I don’t want to be your harmonies anymore; I want to be the melody you scream when your heart is starving for love. I want to satisfy your hunger.

Show me the parts of you that nobody else ever wanted to sleep with. Show me it all with the lights on.

You, darling, are Vesuvius. I won’t see you coming. Erupt. Wreck me. Leave me ashes leave me Pompeii, leave me outlined into your history forever.

It’s not so much that I want to kiss you. I want to relearn vocabulary words from the shape of your mouth. All my poems are yours first.

Kiss me blossoms in the summer, lover. I want to taste the succulent sweet of your peach tree smile. This time let Adam take the fruit from the garden.

Surge into me as a downpour, as the pounding waterfall which makes swollen rivers flood, as the sea.

The happy ending to this night: you tug my hair and lightly brush your hand across my lap. Don’t forget how resilient I am and how I would bend for you.

Even my lungs are in love as we breathe together.

I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.

The gentle friction of your hand on my thigh is enough to strike a match inside me. I lean into your lips and the fire blooms and spreads.

You are an undiscovered continent. I trail my fingers down your mountainsides. Ten explorers digging for buried treasure, I want to take it all.

My body is a gospel and you are my first quivering hallelujah. Your breath leaves your mouth like a prayer and washes over me like faith.

My hands are hungry for your flesh, desperate in the way that rivers empty themselves over waterfalls.

I peel back your skin to see if we have the same scars. I follow the map of your veins back to your heart and press my palm against yours to tangle our lifelines.

I hope to breathe in you. I hope my body will be the blood your roots drink.

We commit sins in holy places, fold ourselves between pews like dirty pictures tucked into a bible. Pant each other’s names until they sound like scripture.

My tongue collides with your collarbone like a meteor careening across the cosmos, and I taste the stars you are made of.

You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.

You, benevolent god, legs splayed like instruments of creation. I, blank slate of the universe, kneel in wait for you to fill me with your hot, honeyed light.

My hands are suntanned tourists without a map whose desire compels them onward to explore your golden cities by the light of the stars.

The moment between your thighs where I become a devout follower of your existence. That hour which passes in slow seconds of soft skin, as I lay my head against you, drifting, drowsy with love.

Your grin is a flash of primal fire in the dark. Somewhere deep inside me, something hungry wakens and shifts, uncurls its insatiable tongue.

I have been thinking of how I want to be touched by you, with hands that will play me like piano keys, with fingers that will make a symphony out of me.

You till the soil of my need, my lips a blood-red flower bursting open with the first wet flush of your heat.

When it comes right down to it, all that nonsense about hearts syncing up feels like a hallelujah with our bodies pressed together like praying hands.

Every time, you peel back my skin, pry open my ribs, and feast on my insides. Every time, you make a meal of my heart, and every time, I let you.

You’re not one for poetry or sentimentality, so I’ll just say that I’ve dreamt of being the motor oil trapped in the grooves of your weathered hands.

I ache for your hum between my legs, the purring of motorcycles on winding highways: wind in my hair, and romance in losing myself to the sweet, revving vibration of the engine again and again.

You smile and it’s like sunrise. Something inside me Wakes up, stretching.

I float away in cool sheets against my burning skin, and you are the sea guiding me beyond the realm of earthly things.

My lipstick spills over your mouth and trickles down to your chin, your neck, pooling into your collarbones. We love like crushed grapes in wine country.

You’re kissing a wildfire up my thigh and I am tracing the landscape of your jawbone like a sculptor. My hands were made for this.

The rush you give me: The way a blade of grass must feel when splashed with a cloud’s cry after days of screaming for rain.

We are the fall of Rome, all fire and fighting. We collapse into each other like the pieces of the Parthenon, kissing like gladiators, loving like rebuilding.

You creep into my head like a river rushing for the sea & a cosmic digit of fingertips flash over me.

You are pressing against me like I press flowers against the pages in my book. You are kissing my neck and it feels like the start of forever. I want to touch you until my palms burn.

The wet of your mouth rains down my neck like frame, the soft heat of your tongue burns the apple in my throat. We are practiced at this love that asks angels to cover their eyes and turns devils shy.

I melt into the gentleness of your fingertips. Your tongue presses me open like the summer fresh flesh of a perfectly ripe fig, all juice, seeds and pulp.

The small of your back is refuge, is veldt, is summer heat. And I am predatory snarl.

I can’t brush out the taste of you; coffee breath, cigarette smoke, and all. Mouth to mouth; Our shared vices linger on each other. Your salt still lives in my tongue.

I’ll take you quiet as the bones in your closet, love as softly as a whisper. Holding your tongue like a secret.

You smiled and lit up like the dusk. I sank to your lips like the sun against the horizon. We made the day stand still.

I want to kiss you until you melt into me, ice turning to water. I want to drink you deep, and warm you from the inside.

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who are you? … 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝.  𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭.  𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧… 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭.  everything felt immensely overwhelming now,  faced with the uncertainty of who he truly was.  all these thoughts and memories… they didn’t belong to him,  now did they?… but he had been so sure… how could one tape be the undoing of his certainty? the pain in kaz’s voice ached him,  he knew he was hurting,  and he knew he was not the man he longed for.  it’s me kaz… he wanted to say it.  he wanted to continue living a lie.  he wanted to be more than just a title.  he hated himself for believing every word big boss said he hung on to the words as if they were the key to his existence.  he knew he had a role to play—and he intended to play it until the very end.  there wasn’t much left of the man he was supposed to be.

and why do you feel like home? … snake’s eyes widened at kaz,  he had never be good at comforting,  but if he were allowed to touch him,  he would take him in his arms,  and be better than the man who left him behind.  but he was just a phantom.  nothing there that kaz wanted.  he would always be the image of pain,  and betrayal.  and that part tore at his flesh like the feeling of nails clawing into you,  to pull out your heart just to crush it in their hands.  he had not right feeling this way,  but every inch of him hated the man he had to become.  he cursed big boss,  his former leader,  with every silent breath he drew.  if he managed to stay alive long enough to meet the devil himself,  he would be the end of him.  

t𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐟. he hadn’t been sleeping … it’s been this way since nine years ago, rest didn’t come easy, and even more so with this new discovery. the person he thought he could trust most in the world wasn’t who he thought he was… it left a pit in him… ❛ you wouldn’t leave me… … … ❜ he tries to convince himself… he hoped that snake had the same feelings he did nine years ago, but he felt his hope slipping through his fingers.  ❛  who are you? ❜ there’s so much pain in his voice as he asks, keeping his distance, both emotionally and physically. the resemblance is uncanny, he felt false for not knowing the truth… ❛ … and why do you feel like home? ❜ his voice broke, he couldn’t help the way his voice cracked and his balance shifted …  the way his eyes welled with tears, he wishes he could stop himself. / @ashesin

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it’s  always  back  to  you ,  again .

𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬… 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞.   if he could offer an escape that would leave him less wounded,   he would—the ache had already dug in deep and left its marks.   he was a memory of what kaz knew—he barely knew who he was anymore… that tape… it had made it abundantly clear he wasn’t who he thought he had been… and kaz knew that.   yet,   this longing between them didn’t cease… it only made it harder to go on.   ❛ kaz… i… ❜ the voice sounds fake from his throat—how dare he speak with this voice… and yet,   a part of him defied the thought that he was not who he belied.   nine years was so long—long enough to place doubt and uncertainty into himself.   he was nothing like he was supposed to be… he wasn’t even sure who he was supposed to be.   regardless of that,   kaz always came back… to visit him,   to look at him… to wonder if he was really who he was supposed to be.   could a single tape really be the undoing of everything? 

❛ kaz… what do you feel when you look at me? ❜ he knew they would have designed him to look as he was supposed to,   with no questions asked,   but could they really replicate the feelings he had felt… or that that he felt.   behind a mask of a man who would not have experienced this? the uncertainty only continued to grow as his heart sank deeper in his chest.   he knew that the feelings for kaz were real.   they felt as real as they did nine years ago,   but whatever cipher—zero had done,   he was no more than the shell of a man that kaz knew… if he was even who he thought he was. 

↪   𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑨𝑹 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹 .  / @peacesin

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“It was around then that I realized for the first time that falling in love is like being haunted. Even before I opened my eyes in the morning, you would slip in under my eyelids. When I opened them, you instantly transferred to the ceiling, the wardrobe, the windowpane, the street, the far-off sky, and glimmered there like dappled light. You haunted me more persistently than I imagine any ghost ever could.”

– Greek Lessons, Han Kang, trans. Deborah Smith and Emily Yae Won

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METAL GEAR SOLID Δ: SNAKE EATER • KONAMI

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It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another. 

Mary Shelley, from ‘Frankenstein’

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❝ I don’t know how to love someone without swallowing them. ❞

𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄, 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐄 ... — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞. he could no longer deny the burning desire that had been building in him since their first meeting, nor did he want to keep denying it, he'd never met anyone as amazing as snake. he was desperate for snake, any ounce of him he could get, but selfishly he wanted to devour all of him… every last drop. his love for snake grew stronger throughout the years, even the ones they spent apart, he'd no longer tried hiding it, it was obvious to both of them and their men, how they felt. he’d never felt this way for anyone before… never known this kind of love, unconditional, pure ❨ in a sense ❩ safe... real... by blood,  they were bonded, kazuhira knew snake thought it too, he could feel it in every touch. 

❛ and… what would happen when the one you love doesn't care if you swallow them…  when they would rather be swallowed by you and your love than live without it? ❜ does it become toxic then? he thought to himself, no… what we have could never reach a level of toxicity. . . a moment passes and he turns to snake, keeping eye contact, he felt an intense burn in his chest and said firmly,  ❛ i would drown in you, snake. ❜ a confession, snake knew his feelings, and he'd always assumed it was mutual. 

↪     𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ❨ accepting. ❩ @ashesin

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Love is beautiful. Love is destruction  book, song, poetry starter list, feel free to change pronouns or anything else to make it fit your character better! Trigger warnings for blood, violence, etc.

❝ Sacrifice. That’s what we do for the people we love. ❞

❝ I don’t want soft and subtle. I want rough, wild heartache. I want sin. I want you. ❞

❝ I’m carving a space inside you — can you feel it? ❞

❝ Does it hurt to know that I enjoy seeing you like this? ❞

❝ The blood on my teeth begins to taste like religion, like the way you look at me. ❞

❝ I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife. ❞

❝ Love is a scar. ❞

❝ I confuse instinct for desire — isn’t bite also touch? ❞

❝ Because you want to die for love, you always have. ❞

❝ If you are intolerable, then let me be the one to tolerate you. ❞

❝ Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. ❞

❝ All that blood was never once beautiful, it was just red. ❞

❝ Give me poison apples so you never leave my tongue. ❞

❝ Give me shards of glass, sharper than any thorn, so you’ll always be in my grasp. ❞

❝ I threw a punch just to touch his face. ❞

❝ The enormity of my desire disgusts me. ❞

❝ I want to take you home and rough you up and get my hands inside you, drive my body into yours like a crash test car. ❞

❝ The blood is rare and as sweet as cherry wine. ❞

❝ I have never known closeness like this. ❞

❝ Whatever I’ve done, I’ve done it for love. ❞

❝ I love you so much I’m going to let you kill me. ❞

❝ You cut me apart and I said it was creation. I can still feel the knife. ❞

❝ I kissed your scars even after you hurt me. ❞

❝ The way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine — open hand or closed fist, oh, would be fine ❞

❝ Bite me: sign my death with your teeth. ❞

❝ Desire is a promise. ❞ / ❝ Desire is a knife. ❞

❝ Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. ❞

❝ It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all. ❞

❝ I never understood desire until I felt your hands around my throat. ❞

❝ Whether you come as a lover or an executioner, I am ready to receive you. ❞

❝ Show me your thorns and I’ll show you hands ready to bleed. ❞

❝ I would love to be ruined if it means I am sacred enough to be kept close. ❞

❝ I don’t know how to love someone without swallowing them. ❞

❝ If you are a knife, give me the blade. Some things are worth spilling blood for. ❞

❝ The same sin binds us. ❞

❝ To be loved is to be consumed. ❞

❝ I need your teeth in me, slow and vicious. Tell me my armor is just skin and bones. Only bones. ❞

❝ Want me down to the marrow. ❞

❝ In loving me you hold a knife to my throat. In loving you, I tell you where to cut. ❞

❝ Stay away from the ones you love too much. These are the ones who will kill you. ❞

❝ All that matters is that you want to hurt me. All that matters is you want me. ❞

❝ I had a dream last night that you and I were painfully connected. ❞

❝ I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck. ❞

❝ We’re what we swore we’d not become. ❞

❝ Some things you do for money, some you only do for love. ❞

❝ You are the knife I turn inside myself. ❞

❝ This is what love is for — wanting to give your blood when everything is over. ❞

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      𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 …  tend to be both quiet and observant as well as loud and dramatic.   they are often brash and impulsive,   and tend to act on instinct rather than planning ahead.   they are quite self-sacrificing,   often veering into self-destructive,   and they push themselves to their limits trying to succeed.   they tend to be stubborn,   and it might take a lot to change their mind.  they have a hard time expressing their feelings,   and may come off as either emotionless,   self-absorbed,   or perpetually angry.   they don’t have a ton of friends,   and when they do,   it’s often by circumstance rather than choice (although they grow to fiercely love their friends).   they are not usually innately good at fitting into social situations,   and can be awkward and out of place in them.   they can come off as unhumorous because of how sincere and honest they tend to be,   but tend to just have a dryer,   sarcastic sense of humor.   they do often think of others first,   but their motivations for it might not be entirely selfless.  they usually have a hard time conceivably lying,   and are quite earnest without meaning to be. they put their full effort into what they do,   and push themselves to improve at all costs.   they get easily defensive,   and feel like they have to prove themselves to earn anyone’s respect.   they have a strong sense of internal morality and high standards for themselves.   they also hold others to their internal high standards,   which can cause a lot of conflict if not worked out.   they tend to have bad relationships with their parental figures,   who were usually either absent or abusive,   and contributed to their toxic view of themselves.   at their core,   red characters want to be loved and accepted,   but have often been denied it,   leading them to build up lots of defenses.   others need to be patient with them and give them a safe space to be themselves as they open up and begin to flourish.  

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨��𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

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𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞.   some of the soldiers in the brig were beginning to come around to the ideology that msf followed—an army with no nation,   no borders,   a place for soldiers to live and breathe what they know best.   their own personal heaven,   where they were neither dead or alive.  

the sun was beginning to set over the horizon.   it was was one of snakes favorite things about the new base.   somehow being in the middle of the sea was better than the coast,   and he could never explain it,   unless he had this view.   even before kaz had approached he had heard him coming—a few orders spoken out before he had made time for snake,   and kaz was always the same with his greetings,   it sometimes made it hard to tell what would happen next,   ❛ hey kaz.  .   ❜ snake said in return,   wondering if kaz felt the same about his own first greeting,   neither hopeful or doubtful.  .  .   they were living each day as it came.   /   @peacesin

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↪   𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑨𝑹 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹 .    (  a  collection  of  lyric  starters  from  the  artist  flower  face .  feel  free  to  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .)

i  wanna  lay  on  the  kitchen  floor  with  you .

i  thought  you  were  headed  somewhere  new .

you  love  me  ‘til  you  wear  me  out ,  then  you  love  me  more .

there’s  nowhere  left  to  go  but  down .

i  don’t  think  i  can  protect  you .

who  will  i  say  goodnight  to  when  you’re  gone ?

well ,  this  is  who  we  are  now .

all  the  things  we  don’t  talk  about  are  waiting  at  the  door .

i  won’t  let  you  out  of  my  sight .

dig  your  grave  and  lie  down  quietly .

i  want  to  build  a  wall  around  you  and  say  i’m  the  one  that  found  you .

the  only  sacred  part  of  me  is  everything  from  you .

it’s  always  back  to  you ,  again .

i  thought  i  heard  you  calling  to  me .

when  you’re  alone ,  it’s  all  you  think  about .

i’ve  got  a  thousand  stories  i  want  to  tell  you  before  the  sun  goes  down .

you  think  i’m  crazy ,  but  i’m  not .

i’m  sorry  that  i  couldn’t  say  goodbye .

your  cheap  drink  tricks  and  cigarettes  keep  you  locked  inside  a  cage .

if  i  can’t  hold  you  like  a  lover  i  won’t  hold  you  at  all .

if  we  could  stay  this  way  forever ,  would  it  ever  be  enough ?

you  know ,  you’ve  got  a  real  smart  mouth .

you  want  to  be  hunted  like  an  animal .

i  think  it’s  time  we  leave  this  town .

there  are  things  that  we’ll  never  say ,  but  we  know .

the  love  that  you  made  me  fight  for  was  never  love  at  all .

if  i  don’t  pull  myself  together ,  this  could  be  the  end  of  it  all .

you  know  girls  like  me ,  we’ve  got  a  slow  pulse .

i  kinda  like  it  when  you  talk  the  way  you  do .

it’s  kinda  tripping  me  up ,  i’ve  got  it  bad  for  you .

don’t  look  at  me  like  that .

i  don’t  think  this  is  life  that  we’re  living .

don’t  forget ,  i’ll  never  quite  forgive  you .

don’t  you  dare  make  the  same  mistakes  your  father  did .

i  never  learned  to  lose  a  fight .

how  can  i  forgive  myself  when  i’m  still  in  love  with  you ?

quit  your  job ,  come  sleep  in  my  bed .

when  you’re  in  love ,  you  get  so  cruel .

the  lights  are  always  on  in  the  street ,  so  i  never  sleep .

i  think  i’ll  waste  away  here .

the  world  hasn’t  killed  me  yet  but  it’s  just  a  matter  of  days .

despite  all  of  my  virtue  i  know  i’m  the  one  who  hurts  you .

you  don’t  look  the  same  to  me .

i  guess  i  should’ve  learned  this  long  ago .

i  want  to  sleep  beside  you  at  the  end  of  the  world .

we’ve  got  friends ,  we’ve  got  places  to  go .

i  can’t  take  my  eyes  off  of  you .

i  love  the  way  you  keep  me  awake .

the  kindness  of  strangers  and  the  strangeness  of  everyone  i  know  has  kinda  fucked  with  my  head .

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gestures that get me going

many of these are meant to be spicy (i've been on my horny bullshit lately LOL), but some can be used in any kind of interactions, be them fluffy, smutty, antagonistic, romantic, anything. feel free to combine prompts & change/add any pronouns/descriptor words/etc that may be useful! softer things are more towards the bottom. add '+↺' to reverse sender and receiver!

[ SHIELD ] — sender steps in front of receiver protectively [ HEADLOCK ] — sender puts receiver in a headlock from behind [ COLLAR ] — sender grabs receiver by the collar of their shirt to pull their faces close together [ TIE ] — sender grabs receiver by their tie to pull their faces close together [ HAIR ] — sender pulls receiver's head back by their hair from behind [ MOUTH ] — sender puts their palm over receiver's mouth from behind to keep them quiet [ BUCKLE ] — sender begins to undo receiver's belt buckle [ LOOP ] — sender threads their fingers into the belt loops on receiver's pants [ POCKET ] — sender sticks their fingers into the pockets of receiver's pants (bonus: specify if they're the front pockets or the back pockets) [ BUTTON ] — sender undoes the buttons of receiver's shirt [ THROAT ] — sender lightly grazes along receiver's throat from behind [ CHOKE ] — sender puts a light to moderate amount of pressure on receiver's throat from behind [ CHEST ] — sender lightly grazes along receiver's chest from behind [ SIT ] — sender gently squeezes receiver's ass when they sit on sender's lap [ TOUCH ] — sender feels up receiver's abs [ SMOOTH ] — sender gently rubs their palm along receiver's bare ass [ MASSAGE ] — sender gently rubs their palms along receiver's bare back [ RUB ] — sender gently rubs their palms along receiver's bare thighs [ FEEL ] — sender gently rubs their palm between receiver's legs [ LICK ] — sender gently licks along receiver's nipples [ EASE ] — sender encourages receiver's legs open [ PULL ] — sender pulls receiver's pants/undergarments down out of the way of their ass [ WORSHIP ] — sender kisses and licks along receiver's tattoo(s) (specify if receiver has multiple) [ RING ] — sender kisses and licks along receiver's piercing(s) (specify if receiver has multiple) [ NIBBLE ] — sender nibbles against the shell/lobe of receiver's ear [ BITE ] — sender gently bites down on receiver's lower lip as they kiss [ SMOOCH ] — sender presses gentle kisses down the back of receiver's neck [ KISS ] — sender presses a bunch of little kisses along receiver's face [ GRAB ] — sender playfully squeezes some stray pudge on receiver's belly [ PLAY ] — sender playfully squeezes some stray pudge on receiver's thigh [ POKE ] — sender grabs onto receiver's love handles [ LIE ] — sender rests their head on receiver's chest to hear their heartbeat [ LINK ] — sender hooks their pinkie with receiver's [ REST ] — sender rests their chin on receiver's shoulder from behind [ GAME ] — sender traces lines to connect receiver's moles/other body marks into a bigger shape [ COVER ] — sender covers receiver's eyes from behind before removing them to reveal a big surprise [ WRITE ] — sender writes 'i love you' with their finger on an exposed part of receiver's skin (bonus: specify where)

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peacesin​:

 a  beat  passes  before  he  allows  himself  to  chuckle  at  snakes  childishness.  ❛  you  know  —  of  all  the  things  i  expected  you  to  say…  that  was  last  on  the  list.  ❜  he  places  his  hands  on  his  hips  and  lets  out  a  small  sigh.  ❛  so…  what?  y’  plan  on  dressing  up  like  santa,  snake?  do  we  even  have  enough  presents? ❜  

 ❝  no  way.  ❞  snake  proclaimed,  as  if  the  idea  alone  was  completely  far  fetched—the  thought  had  crossed  his  mind,  but  he  knew  there  was  no  way  he’d  be  able  to  mimic  the  look  without  perhaps  changing  the  image  of  old  saint  nick  althother.  ❝  besides,  it’s  not  like  kids  are  supposed  to  see  santa  anyway,  right?…  ❞  another  silence  passed  by  as  he  pondered  the  next  step  carefully,  ❝  i  don’t  think  we  have  enough  laying  around  to  actually  call  presents…  most  of  it’s  tools  for  war…  but,  we  can  do  something  else.  ❞  he  hummed  softly  and  nudged  kazuhira,  ❝  what  about  some  sort  of  dinner?..  and  a  wish  tree  for  next  year?  they  all  can  write  down  one  item  and  next  time  they’ll  get  it.  ❞  

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 ❝  it’s  too  bad  santa  can’t  make  it  all  the  way  out  here  on  mother  base…  ❞  as  ridiculous  as  it  sounded  coming  from  the  legendary  mercenary’s  mouth,  the  seriousness  conveyed  on  his  face  was  all  too  real.  he  rubbed  absentmindedly  at  his  beard  before  glancing  over  to  his  sub-commander,  ❝  hey  kaz,  i  have  an  idea.  ❞   /   @peacesin​