It Means Peace

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[itmeanspeace]

          “Make Peace With Your Broken Pieces.” - r.h. Sin

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[itmeanspeace]

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[itmeanspeace]

He smiles and places a light kiss upon his fiancee's forehead. "Missed ya all day babe, ya sure you dont wanna work at the restaurant?"

She’s managed to pull herself away from the book she’d been reading all day to greet him at the door. She likes being there to say welcome home when he walks through the door.

“I’ll work at the restaurant whenever you want me to.” She places her hands loosely on his chest. “I just needed a day to sit and read.” The high schoolers that came in the gawk when she works can be adorably awkward but also exhausting. “Was it busy today?”

@thuganomxcs

[strw1vation]

👒 — The wailing boy ceased his whining for a beat, blinking at the person who had approached, he shot up from his sitting posture and rubbed his nose with his thumb. " Nope! I forgot where my crew is and I'm hungry! Do you know any good restaurants here?" He smiled at her casually, brightly, adjusting his worn straw hat, jet-black hair waving allong with the movement— like he wasn't bawling his eyes out over meat just a few seconds ago.

[itmeanspeace]

The pretty woman blinked her large blue eyes and did her best to deal with the sudden sensation of whiplash he'd left her with. The switch from bawling to grinning fully unexpected. And while a little part of her did want to smack him for his foolishness, her lips still pulled up at one corner.

"Nah, I'm not from around here either. But the old man I asked for directions said there's a market just a few streets that way." She pointed in the direction she'd been walking. "If you want to come with me I'm sure we'll find a place to eat."

[strw1vation]

👒 — “ MEAT NIKUZUUZUU, MEATTTZTZ GAHWGHH !!!! ”

[itmeanspeace]

The smarter side of Shiloh told her to keep walking. That the man was either drunk, insane, stupid, or some combination of all three. Yet the more rebellious, curious part of her mind couldn't help but want to know more. It wasn't every day one discovered a man wailing about meat on the side of the road.

"Hey..." She resisted the urge to nudge him curiously with her foot. "Are you lost or something?"

[itmeanspeace]

The sound is unmistakable. A heralding of thunder, booming and rattling the walls of the structure.

Then a sharper shaking of the walls. Impacts. Many of them. The sounds of rushing feet, barked instructions, and weaponry being readied. Thunder growing louder. Impacts cracking the foundations of the building.

A hole the size of a boulder, blown clear through the wall… and a mountain of muscle, wrapped in Asgardian finery and Korbinite armor, kneeling down in front of her.

"I am here."

A huge hand touching her cheek.

"I am here, now."

My muse had been kidnapped and tortured for the past week send “I’m here- I’m here, now” for your muse to save them.

The drug they regularly shot into her bare skin wasn't from Earth. Her healing factor burned though it far too slowly for it to be Terran. A tranquilizer that left her limbs tingling and heavy while her head was fogged. It was a blessing in some ways. Shiloh had an incredible pain tolerance but the numbing of the tranquilizer, though not complete, eased the agony of their experiments. Or at least what few experiments they managed to perform on her.

Despite the drug in her system, Shiloh still had some control over her flames. She could still super heat her skin and, before they'd adopted fire proof suits, she'd toasted a number of them alive. Now many of their tools couldn't touch her burning flesh lest they melt. Most...not all.

It was the joyful spite of making her captors lives difficult that helped keep Shiloh's spirits up. Spite and the most terrifying form of hope. Faith. Faith that Bill would come for her. Faith in his strength and faith that he would tear the universe apart until they they were back in each other's arms. In the moments when she was curled in her cell, naked and healing at a crawl, that faith kept Shiloh breathing.

When first heard the banging, the panic and the gunshots, she almost told herself it was her imagination. But in the weeks she'd been trapped she'd never heard such a commotion and slowly a smile began to tug at the corners of her lips.

Shiloh took a deep breath, grit her teeth, and slowly pushed her bruised and scabbed body up into a sitting position. She forced herself to breathe again while, for the first time in what felt like ages, letting her heat fall back to it's resting 100°F. Cool enough to ensure she didn't burn Bill while nuzzling her cheek into his gentle hand. She reveled in the grounding sensation of his strong palm. Closing her eye and rattling another breath out of aching lungs. "You're here..."

[resourcesfortheavergaeroleplayer]

My muse had been kidnapped and tortured for the past week send “I’m here- I’m here, now” for your muse to save them.

[itmeanspeace]

"You’re not hiding it very well."

TENSION  LINER  PROMPTS   &   THE  FIRST  SIGN  OF  INTIMACY

Her back to him, it would be easy for Yusuke to see the way the minor tensing of muscles in Shiloh's shoulders. There'd been a point when she'd never have given away emotion, no matter how small, in front of him. Now he pulled reactions out of her without pause. All with simple words. Closing her eyes, she sucked in a breath through her nose, and released it through her lips while turning around.

Her pretty face was set into practiced neutrality. Lips pressed together and brows settled evenly over her cool eyes. "I'm not hiding anything Yusuke."

@thuganomxcs

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS *  assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary

do you remember what i told you last time?

have you been doing well since i saw you?

that's not what you told me back then.

when was the last time i saw you?

you were shorter then.

i'm picking the restaurant this time.

we've known each other since we were children.

always knew i could count on you.

that time was different. this is worse.

you're not going to let me live that down, are you?

i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.

so you changed your mind about it?

do you remember our encounter in paris?

you should know me by now.

am i the only one that knows the truth?

we had a lot of help back then.

your mom told me to look out for you.

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.

maybe don't mention my past indescretions?

this was never going to work out between us.

i told you not to get attached.

i know more about you than you think.

i was there, remember?

i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.

you told me you were going to try and make this work.

remember what i said to you?

the last time i saw you, things were good between us.

you never mentioned this before.

that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.

can i still trust you after all that?

at least we tried to make something work.

we never discussed what happened between us.

okay, but i'm driving the car this time.

i haven't forgotten what you said last week.

i'm still thinking about your comment.

i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.

you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.

there's not much for us to talk about.

we worked it out last time.

i know you far better than you know yourself.

we have a long history.

is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

what don't i know about you?

i haven't told them about us.

you were the only person i could go to.

you know me.

this is bigger than both of us.

i can't stand your driving.

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

that's not at all what you said.

didn't we agree on that?

i thought i made it very clear where i stand.

are these the same people that came after you last time?

are you still going on about it?

can we talk about it?

staying silent about it won't help.

you're the only person who knows the real me.

this is a bad time to talk about your problems.

[more-memes-n-musings]

SEND ME YOUR MUSE’S HEIGHT, AND I’LL COMPARE IT TO MY OWN’S!

Using this site. If you’re a multimuse blog, you can send the height of more than one muse if you want!

(There’s an old ask meme of this very thing, but I wanted to make one with the more updated version of the height comparison site linked.)

[gloomglimmer]

›  TENSION  LINER  PROMPTS   &   THE  FIRST  SIGN  OF  INTIMACY

"Was  that  your  hand,  or  did  I  imagine  it?"

"You  didn’t  pull  away."

"That  wasn’t  just  a  glance."

"You  felt  that  too,  didn’t  you?"

"Your  breath  just  hitched."

“Are  you  alright?”

“You  look  out  of  breath”

“You  were  looking  for  me?”

"I  noticed  the  way  you  said  my  name."

"That’s  the  first  time  you’ve  touched  me  like  that."

"Don’t  pretend  you  didn’t  lean  in."

"You’re  closer  than  you  were  a  minute  ago."

"Say  it’s  not  just  me  feeling  this."

"Your  fingers  just  brushed  mine."

"We’ve  never  stood  this  close  before."

“This  is  new  territory.” 

"I  felt  your  hand  pause  there."

"Your  voice  changes  when  you're  near  me."

"That  smile…  it  wasn’t  friendly."

“Are  we  pretending  that  didn’t  just  happen?”

"That  wasn’t  part  of  the  plan,  was  it?"

"I’m  not  imagining  this  anymore,  am  I?"

"You  touched  my  arm  and  stayed  there."

"When  did  the  way  you  say  my  name  start  sounding  like  that?"

"Your  lips  are  a  lot  closer  than  they  should  be."

"You  didn’t  have  to  whisper  it  like  that."

"That  was  the  first  time  you  hesitated."

"You’re  not  hiding  it  very  well."

"You  looked  at  me  like  you  wanted  to  say  something  else."

"We  crossed  a  line  just  now,  didn’t  we?"

"You  leaned  into  the  silence."

"I  caught  the  way  you  looked  at  my  mouth."

"You  blinked  like  I  surprised  you."

"You  didn't  let  go."

"That  wasn’t  how  friends  touch."

“You  moved  closer,  not  away.”

"We’re  not  just  standing  here,  are  we?"

"You  tilted  your  head  like  you  wanted  more."

"Something  just  changed,  didn’t  it?"

"That  was  the  first  time  you  didn’t  avoid  my  eyes."

"You’re  looking  at  me  like  I’m  already  yours."

"Your  hand  brushed  mine,  and  everything  stopped."

“I  felt  your  hesitation…”

"You’re  not  pretending  anymore."

"That  silence  said  more  than  anything  else  could."

"That  look,  what  does  it  mean?"

"You  almost  kissed  me  just  now."

"Tell  me  that  wasn’t  nothing."

"You  were  going  to  say  something,  weren’t  you?"

"Something’s  different  this  time."

[pennys-dump-blog]

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[kylo-wrecked]

She's partially naked; to be fair, her breasts exposed. The scars he'd witnessed, but not in the way Shiloh thinks. He's naked in another way, stripped down to the intensity in his eyes, flustered tears hanging there like stars, without falling, while she speaks of ugliness.

"Parts of..." He gestures, cupping an ear, framing his nose. "Parts of me are ugly..."

Drying up.

"Inside and out," he says, his eyes flickering over her mouth, the whites of her knuckles.

Starless now.

"Shiloh, I..." Ben clears his throat. Watches the rain slip down the panes like so much time. "When you disappeared, I had more questions than ever."

Then life happened. Edinburgh. Columbia. Corporate policies. Singapore. Political defamation. Flames. Questions. The language of uncertainty.

"I'm not looking for more," he rasps. "Reagan was amazing, but," —what is he saying?— "I never got to tell you..."

Seeming he still does not have the courage, it's Ben's turn to fluster and burn slightly at the temples. His hands find their pockets, dive into the air, and back into their chambers while he paces Shiloh's bedroom floor.

"I mean, questions...? Okay, questions: what if you never let me in? What if I never get to..."

He gradually moves into her orbit. Pacing, wringing, and glancing from his fracturing mask of platonic confidant and prized familiar.

"What if we play this game until one of us dies?"

And moves closer still until he brushes Shiloh's bare shoulder in one of his frantic gesticulations, and Ben lets his hand dwell a second too long. He lets it drop. Dead.

"Sorry."

@itmeanspeace

[itmeanspeace]

There is a small noise from her. A cough of disbelief and even a little offense when he indicates his nose is ugly. Perhaps Ben isn't conventionally handsome, but she'd adored his nose since they were children. It's part of his charm!

Shame at mention of her disappearance from his life makes her feel more naked then her lack of a shirt. She'd spent quite some time in the beginning of their separation thinking of him. Of how hurt he must be. How curious and confused and grieving she would have left him. As time passed she'd been able to ease the ache in her chest by thinking of him less and less. Until she hardly thought of him at all. Until he'd burst back into her life. And now all those years repressing the shame and regret of fully bailing on him after her sister's death hit Shiloh hard. Making her sternum feel like it was collapsing onto her heart.

She blinks rapidly to contain the welling of tears burning the backs of her eyes. "Ben..." Her voice cracks and she has to clear the lump from her throat. "I...fuck..." A curse for the tear that manages to escape her eye. Rolling slow down her cheek. She releases one hand from gripping the shirt to her front to swipe it away with the heel of her palm.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing." She admits, letting the shame seep into her voice. "I didn't...I don't...uggh!" This is why Reagan had always done the talking. Shiloh isn't any good at emoting verbally. She's a woman of action.

Taking action is exactly what she does. Dropping the shirt as another tear creeps down her cheeks, she takes a step forward and reaches up to cup his cheeks. Despite the wetness in her eyes, her gaze is unwavering over her blush. "I'm want you to kiss me. Properly. Not some quick mistletoe bullshit. We can figure out...everything else after. Just...no more playing."

[sonoftheshield]

Colt lounged back in the booth, one arm draped along the back of his seat like he owned the place, hoodie sleeves pushed up just enough to reveal a few faint scars along his forearm—stories for another day. He watched her over the rim of his coffee cup, steam curling in the space between them like smoke from some silent truce.

Her comment about him being incorrigible earned her a slow grin.

“Damn right you will,” he said, biting into his own burger like it owed him money. “But lucky for you, I’m also devastatingly charming. It balances out.”

He chewed thoughtfully as she asked her questions, eyes never really leaving her. Not in a possessive way—more like someone who’s never trusted easily, and now suddenly finds himself curious enough to memorize the shape of someone's smile. Even if she didn’t think she deserved that kind of attention.

At her last question, he licked a bit of sauce from his thumb and finally answered, tone shifting just enough to show he was taking this seriously, even if he still wore the smirk like armor.

“You’ll be sleeping wherever makes you feel safest. Couch if you want distance. Guest room if you want space. My bed if you want company—just say the word.”

A pause. His gaze softened slightly. “I don’t make anyone earn safety with me, Shiloh. You just get it.” He reached across the table without thinking, swiping one of her fries like he had every right, then pointed it at her with a tilt of his head.

“As for your safe—we’ll hit it first thing tomorrow morning. I want daylight, clear routes, and my gear with me. If anyone’s watching it, we’ll flush them before they even blink.”

He popped the fry into his mouth, chewing as his expression turned a little more serious—more like the soldier he used to be.

“You’re with me now. That means we do things clean, smart, and without leaving pieces of you behind.” A beat. “...Also, you’ve got ketchup on your lip. But I’m too much of a gentleman to reach over and wipe it off myself. For now.”

[itmeanspeace]

She didn't mind the smirk he used to guard himself. If anything she found camaraderie in it. A careful smirk was a good mask that she often used herself. It did however have her wondering what a real smile from him would look like. A thought she tucked away to ponder later when she was trying to sleep. Wherever she may end up.

Her own gaze turned down to her half-eaten burger when his softened. It made her feel uncomfortable. Being treated like she was delicate like a flower and not delicate like a bomb. She wasn't used to such treatment from people who knew what she was. It really didn't do much to help with her questioning of Colt's sanity. She much preferred it when he went back into serious mode about her things.

Shiloh's eyes flicked back up to Colt as her tongue darted out and licked the ketchup away. Her gaze was stern and steady. Voice level she stated, "No. We go today as soon as we finish eating." And shook her copper curls. Where she'd left her things wasn't the most secure and they'd already been there for too long. It was making her antsy inside.

"If it makes you feel better, it's less of a safe and more of a locker at a gym." There was a slight grimace as she revealed the information. As if she was handing him a card she'd intended to keep in her deck for a while longer. Not quite a peace offering but a concession in hopes he will agree.

[itmeanspeace]

I want to write but my brain has been making dial up noises for days. *sobs*

[leneemusing]

nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno

i’m always tired of seeing the cringiest sentence starters for smut so i’m back at it again kids. feel free to adjust sentences or specify who does the action. 

ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to give the other oral 2. to skinny dip with my muse 3. to shower with my muse 4. to take a hot bath with my muse 5. for sex in public 6. for sex in the car 7. to catch my muse naked 8. to undress my muse 9. for sparring to turn into sex 10. for an argument to turn into sex 11. for make up sex 12. for friends with benefits sex 13. to tie up my muse 14. to blindfold my muse 16. to make one muse watch the other masturbate 17. for a threesome (specify muses) 18. for one muse to wake the other by fingering them/giving a handjob 19. for one muse to deny the other orgasm 20. for angry sex  21. for break up sex 22. for sex after a near death experience  23. for after battle sex 24. for sex to get revenge on an ex 25. for one muse to give the other a lap dance or strip tease  26. to make my muse whimper 27. for one muse to take the other from behind 28. for sex against the wall 29. for sex on a table/counter/desk 30. for sex in a pool/hot tub 31. for one muse to choke the other 32. for rough sex  33. for our muses to try a new position 34. for our muses to try a new kink together 35. for one muse to use a toy on the other 36. for one muse to sit on the other’s face

WORDS:  “touch me.” “kiss me here.” “you have to be quiet if you want to cum.” “say my name.”  “oh fuck-” “i need you so bad.” “i’m so wet right now.”  “i want you to touch yourself for me.”  “let me hear you, baby.”  “come for me.” “i want to hear you cum.” “harder.” “i need to feel you.” “i want you.” “you’re so hot.” “can i come yet?” “please, baby—” “i’m so close.” “i told you to be quiet.” “i told you to stay still.” “are you gonna be good for me?” “i promise i’ll be good.” “i’m not done with you yet.” “i’ve been waiting all day…” “you’re all i want.” “just kiss me, i can’t take this anymore.” “just shut up and fuck me.”  “i’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.”  “say please.” “i could’t stop thinking about you all day.” “your fingers feel so good.” “your mouth feels so good.” “i want your fingers inside me.” “i want it to hurt.” “more—” “i want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.” “make me forget.” “i just want to feel something.”  “make me.” “be quiet.”  “they’re gonna catch us—” “yes— right there.” “that feels so good.” “does that feel good?” 

[normallyxstranger]

He felt the heat of it before it reached him, small as it was. And he just watched from the corner of his eye before he straightened and put the wrench aside. Aaron didn't speak until after he'd begun wiping grease from his fingers with an old rag.

The butterfly continued fluttering about his head as he turned to look at Shiloh finally. "I dunno. Might be a small chance."

Why? He wanted to ask, but kept that impulse to himself.

[itmeanspeace]

A twitch of her fingers and the little fire construct is returning to Shiloh. Coming to rest almost like a real butterfly on her lifted hand. Not burning at all. Just slowly opening and closing it's flaming wings.

A soft scowl, almost a pout really, settles on her Cupid's bow lips. She doesn't appreciate his lack of a solid yes or no, but she'd not in a position to be snarky about it. So she sets her rucksack on the floor near her feet, sighs a little, and asks, "What can I do to increase the odds in my favor?"