CPT FLAG.

you disobey me, you die.

[skw4dleader]

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#skw4dleader, previously warhunting. a selective, heavily canon divergent take on dc comics' RICHARD ROGERS FLAG JR, the only objectively stable member of the suicide squad. lots of blended canon from the comics, movies, game, and novelization released in the wake of 2016's film ... influence from real life people, events, and united states special operations. canon is for squares, after all. multiship & multiverse, fandom flexible 'cause lord knows i love shoving my muses in weird places. plenty of heavily triggering themes present; i will tag things like n.sfw but, given the nature of rick's muse ? ya'll are damn near crazy if you think i'm trigger tagging things like military imagery and mentions. no dni, just don't be weird.

x penned by kt, she / her - well over twenty-five.

the suicide squad. @eisiramdeus. wanna be affiliates ? ask.

[wh1skeytango]

BATTLEFIELD 6 - a collection of sentence prompts from electronic art's newest battlefield installment, taken specifically from the campaign. feel free to change pronouns and such !

we called it under control ... until it called our bluff.

no response? no respect.

hijacking history mid-flight.

if you give up control, you have to fight to get it back.

bad guys in arms reach, and they're redeploying us ...

then command should find us an enemy. evac-ing servers isn't work for raiders.

that's politics. nato's not up to a fight with the worst pmc in europe.

tag us in!

incoming! take cover!

bastards paid someone for an air drop.

"why" will have to wait, come on.

moving up! stay on me!

we shooting our way out?

guns up.

think they'll use me for those servers?

woah, this is some article 5 shit.

if we got the truth, would they wanna hear it?

i can still shoot ...

think my legs broke, but i'm still here.

we got incoming.

ah fuck, they're cutting us off.

"unconquerable spirit". they gave us that motto for a reason.

if this is it, i'm going down fighting.

no matter how it ends, it's been an honor.

get ready to defend! let's give 'em hell!

make them work for it!

oh fuck this, and fuck you.

no retreat! hold fast!

no, no, you're okay ...

i'm on your six guys, wait for me.

goddamnit. we're a military powerhouse and the radios are still pieces of junk!

nah, nobody i know would stoop that low.

yeah, that's why the payday's so good. you take that bag - you live with some heinous shit.

that was too fucking close.

i don't know what's more impressive, the view or the firepower.

i need to patch him up -

put pressure on this wound.

we were the first wave, they just tore right through us ... it was a shooting gallery.

i'm the only one that made it ... just me.

you'll need your strength when it hits you, trust me.

it's a tinderbox. all you need is a spark.

he blows smoke up his own ass.

you make a deal with the devil, and now he's our problem.

everything is transactional for men like that.

you have to trust me like i trust you.

i ... i trusted her.

the day could not get any worse if it tried.

whatever you're doing, do it fast.

the whole world's going to look different now.

people don't fight when they're thought not to think.

"never again" means "not on our watch".

ten years of service. and all it took was a stray bullet.

the best are called first, sir.

i suppose you know who i am.

no diplomacy, no compromises - just survival of the fittest.

i'll leave the politics to you, sir.

call him. beg for someone to save you.

i've been screwed over by this world long enough.

you had to play the hero., and you won.

you move again and i'm gonna paint your brains all over those pretty horses there.

the brass showering you with "honor" and "valor", while deep down, you know this is what you really deserve.

the man you left behind goes on. that's justice.

there's only one way to matter in this world. and that's not to serve. it's to make yourself too big to ignore.

don't ... let this tear you down.

you have to rise up. you have to be the leader.

i can't do this without you.

you really should know better than to go making monsters.

consider us your protection detail.

either way, you're a traitor or you're incompetent.

do not belittle his sacrifice.

whatever you are, stay out of the fight. too many variables.

we're in this together, and we get out of this together.

it was an honor serving with you. give 'em hell.

everything he's done, everything he took from us - it ends here.

no hesitation. you learned your lesson from the last time.

guess some men just have to play the hero.

you tried to kill us.

that was the hardest call i've ever had to make in my career!

we got no shortage of enemies.

kiss my ass.

i think you're just tying up loose ends.

i don't do executions.

we don't do executions.

and i've never had to pull a trigger.

i'm telling you if you take me in, they take me out.

that's not the fucking question!

you just got the order, didn't you?

i know what i gotta do. everyone move.

it stopped raining ...

storm's passed.

no, it's just a break. the worst is still to come.

there's nothing left to say.

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Joel Kinnaman for Björn Borg, Autumn 2020

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Much Too Young (To Feel This Damn Old) - Garth Brooks

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JoelKinnamanasRickFlaginTheSuicideSquad(2021)

[skw4dleader]

my actual sunday contribution is that rick is both a tits and an ass man. equal opportunist fr.

[skw4dleader]

                                 rick  +  tattoos   /  scars.

please  note  that  i  write  rick  with  this  body  style  because   𝗶𝘁  𝗶𝘀  𝗮  𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹  𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻.   i  pulled  from  the  movies  and  comics  for  inspiration  on  his  stature  and  the  concept  of  tattoos   -   but  all  scars  and  ink,  unless  mentioned  otherwise,  are  tales  spun  by  me  with  influence  from  outside  sources  like  friends,  novels,  and  various  media.

                                 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗.

𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙾𝙾𝚂:   in  previous  years  of  service,  rick  was  typically  very  careful  with  tattoo  placement,  aiming  for  concealable  places   -   anything  that  could  be  hidden  by  sleeves  or  gear.  however,  recently,  he’s  acquired  a   full  moon   behind  his  ear.  it  stems  from  the  popular  phrase    ‘   moons  out,  goons  out   ’    which  often  represents  the  times  of  operation  in  which  special  forces  groups  typically  work.

𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚂:   the  scar  on  the   right  side   of  rick’s  skull  is  a  true  conversational  piece  if  you’re  a  civilian,  and  a  wartime  badge  if  you’re  a  military  member.  the  mark  in  question  runs  from  temple  to  just  inches  behind  his  right  ear   -   and  while  there  is  one  prevalent  line  where  hair  no  longer  grows,  it  spiders  at  his  temple  into  a  few  other  uneven  pathways  left  either  vacant  of  hair  or  patchy.  the  scar  comes  from  an  incident  overseas  where  an  enemy  combatant’s  sniper  bullet  pierced  the  kevlar  of  his  helmet  and  became  lodged  between  the  kevlar  and  lining.  it  buckled  the  helmet  and  gave  him  a  concussion  +  mild  tbi.     /     he  has  a   ghost  of  a  scar  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth,  bottom  left  hand  side,  where  skin  was  split  during  the  westpoint  academy  annual  pillow  fight.

                                  UPPER  BODY.

𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙾𝙾𝚂:   (chest)   an  anatomically  correct  heart,  the  lower  part  wrapped  in  thorns,  with  wings  and  the  word  serenity  poised  just  above  it  in  script.     /     (left  side)     a  b-17  flying  fortress  with  his  grandfather’s  name  in  script  below  it.  the  aircraft  has  his  date  of  birth,  and  the  original  nose  art  from  the  bomber  his  grandfather  piloted  during  wwii.  around  it  is  encompassed  in  clouds.     /     (right  side)     going  horizontal  /  long  ways  up  his  side  is  the  chariot  of  ares,  pulled  by  the  four  horses  from  myth.  beneath  the  clouds  reads   non  ducor,  duco   -   or   i  am  not  led,  i  lead.     (back)   his  back  was  the  first  place  he  started  tattooing  when  he  was  younger   -   and  thus,  it’s  a  collection  of  various  depictions.  he  has  an  angel  and  devil  on  opposing  shoulder  blades.  between  them  is  a  sword  and  shield,  and  around  all  of  that  is  mostly  roses.  at  the  base  of  his  neck,  in  smaller  print,  his  father’s  birthday  is  in  roman  numerals.

𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚂:   the  only  real  prevalent  scarring  is  along  rick’s  right  side  /  lower  back.  it’s  part  of  the,  now  covered,  marred  skin  that  became  wilted  and  textured  after  rick  acquired  a  flesh  eating  bacteria  during  his  special  forces  selection  course.  the  medic  personnel  originally  pinned  it  for  heat  rash,  and  had  him  continue  through  selection  until  it  was  unbearably  uncomfortable.  luckily,  by  this  point,  they  were  closing  out  selection  and  he  was  graduating,  but  it  was  certainly  no  spider  bites,  heat  rash,  or  bug  bites.  it  ended  up  leaving  the  skin  physically  uneven,  and  you  can  still  feel  it  when  you  run  your  hands  over  the  skin   -   though  it’s  completely  covered  with  tattoos.

                                 ARMS.

𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙾𝙾𝚂:   (right)   a  skull  swallowed  with  flames  takes  up  his  shoulder  /  shoulder  cap.  beneath  that  are  a  series  of  roses  that  fill  up  the  vacant  space  around  his  entire  arm   -   in  those  clusters,  there  are  various  other  skulls.  this  stretches  from  shoulder  to  wrist,  and  is  primarily  black  and  white  with  splashes  of  red.  in  this  tangled  display,  there’s  a  banner  that  simply  reads,  “death  comes  for  us  all.”     /     (left)     at  the  top  of  his  shoulder  /  shoulder  cap,  there’s  a  shield  with  a  series  of  names  in  it.  these  names  belong  to  fallen  teammates.  behind  said  shield,  roses  tie  in  with  the  same  art  style  as  the  other  arm.  below  that,  wrapping  around  the  entire  width  of  arm,  is  the  silhouettes  of  soldiers  patrolling   -   taken  directly  from  a  candid  image  of  the  above  during  deployment.  below  that,  his  forearm  consists  of  more  skulls  and  roses,  with  a  grenade  connecting  them  all  at  his  elbow.  on  the  inside  of  his  wrist,  there’s  a  smiley  face  and  his  lucky  number,  16.

𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚂:   the  skin  on  both  of  his  arms  is  risen  and  marred  from  the  flesh  eating  bacteria  mentioned  above.  the  scarring  is  minor  on  his  hands,  and  now  appears  mostly  as  discoloration  at  his  wrists.  it’s  not  a  scar,  but  the  inside  of  his  hands  are  calloused  from  weight  lifting,  combat,  and  general  lifestyle  decisions.  he  also  has  misc  smaller  scars  on  his  hands,  and  arms  from  general  life  /  living.  he’s  also  missing  3/4  of  his  left  elbow,  as  it  was  shot  off  during  a  firefight   -   it  earned  a  good  laugh.

                                 LEGS.

𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙾𝙾𝚂:   (right)   rick  has  the  punisher  skull  on  his  right  hip,  though  it’s  more  often  associated  with  chris  kyle  and  the  gwot  symbolism  than  the  actual  punisher.  on  his  upper  thigh,  he  has  a  pirate  ship  with  the  words   no  quarter   in  the  waves.  it  wraps  around  his  thigh  in  a  nautical  theme,  including  the  pirate  skull  +  crossbones  on  the  back  of  thigh.  along  the  side,  from  ankle  to  upper  thigh,  he  has  poseidon  with  trident  rising  from  waves.  his  knee  is  decorated  with  an  open  shark  mouth,  and  below  that  is  tremulous  seas  and  a  depiction  of  the  kraken  swallowing  a  secondary  pirate  ship.  on  the  back  of  thigh,  there’s  an  old  school  anchor  and  a  pinup  style  woman  in  sailor’s  garb.  on  the  outside  of  ankle,  in  smaller  print,  there’s  a  cartoon  bang  gun   -   which  he  got  as  a  joke,  and  it’s  actually  matching  with  a  couple  of  his  retired  friends.     /     (left)   his  right  hip  has  a  helmet  with  nvgs  that’s  drawn  reminiscent  to  the  vietnam  era  symbolism  of  helmets  with  cards   -   below  it,  it  simply  reads,  “war  is  hell”.  beneath  that,  spanning  much  like  the  god  on  his  other  leg,  is  zeus  armed  with  lightning.  the  lighting  bolt  simply  says,   molon  labe   and  is  the  only  thing  in  color  on  his  legs.  beneath  his  knee  is  an  eagle.  the  rest  of  his  leg  is  blank.

𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚂:   rick  has  some  scarring  from  sports  when  he  was  younger,  and  some  burn  marks  where  brass  hit  or  his  dumb,  drunk  ass  got  too  close  to  the  hot  firepit.

                                   MISC.

a  lot  of  rick’s  tattoos  are  jammed  with  filler  pieces  like  roses  and  shading  to  minimize  visible  skin   -   a  lot  of  those  tattoos  are  also  black  and  white.  while  rick  isn’t  religious,  he  finds  religious  symbolism  very  interesting.  a  lot  of  his  tattoos,  on  that  note,  don’t  necessarily  mean  anything  deep  or  personal - they’re  just  cool  looking,  and  hand  feed  his  addiction  to  getting  them.

[emotion-deluxe]

I'm just a guy who needs a blow job and some coffee i didnt ask for all this other shit

[zimwy]

the winter soldier has performed in err.

this is a rare occasion. so rare, if it survives (it always survived, it bit and cut it's gums on survival, dug out the interring soil of it's own grave, swam unto the deepest basin of blood), it does not doubt the mission report will come away with glaring red ink stamps: PROBLEMATIC OPERATION. already, it can taste the whip of punishment, the ferrous salivate that will pool at the floor of it's mouth.

it glares up at the rung of muzzles loosely trained in it's direction. no room to wiggle--not without killing all of them, itself included. it can feel the hard bulb of explosives packed into portable canisters strapped to it's toolbelt, and what a sacrifice that would make.. but it cannot bring itself to thumb out the key-pin and blow them all to hell. (with what's been done to the soldier, it's survival was not out of the question, but it could not override it's own scrabbling instinct to desperately claw at life).

the soldier eyes it's nascent captor(?), natal hand clamped over the jutting metal barb protruding through it's abdomen. a lesser man would be dead, already. how the soldier survives is entirely unclear; crimson rucks it's suit tarry black, the obstruction appearing to be a piece of twisted rebar. it's goggles hang from the nape of it's neck, lens fractured into a kaleidoscope of glossy segments.

still, they look half-maddened, eye sockets wet and blackened by a swath of dark pigment.

it doesn't know him, but it suspects tempting him via playing at an innocent role will not work here. a tactical decision had to be made; submission to survive, or the mean snapping dog-teeth to withdraw any aid. it's handlers would have it swallow a capsule of cyanide, if it wasn't such a finely honed weapon, overtly resistant to torture and without attachments to exploit. the metal hand moves to the base of the protrusion, feeling about the corkscrew length. after a moment of careful investigation, it pinches the bar in its fingers, summarily snapping it at the root like it was a dry chicken bone and not a thick pipe of carbon steel. what remained glaring and buried inside would take extrication with fine tools it did not have at hand.

' i am the wolf, american. ' their response comes low through a rattling breath, passing the slats in the muzzle-like apparatus clinging from the bridge of their nose to the dip of their throat. ' come any closer, and i'll show you. ' they don't so much taunt as they do make a scathing promise, an old spitfire anger boiling in the pit of their sucking gut--they never understood where that rage came from, energy cannot be created or destroyed. the soldier's teeth itch. they cannot foresee an end to this--situation--that perpetrated no violence, created no fresh corpses. ' we're mercenaries from moscow. ' the lie is easy and spoken with conviction near sincere, lip pulling over upper canine tooth beneath the gripping mask. the soldier's accent befits their story, it is certainly of moscow dialect. ' contracted via anonymous dead drop. so, you see, there is nothing for you to gain from me. '

[skw4dleader]

the easy route is to blow the guys brains out - however, objectively speaking, easy isn't always right. even if rick is perhaps too aware of the absolute chewing command will hit him with for taking a little too long in advancing on the set issue at hand. whatever, when were they ever genuinely happy anyway ? he could count it on one hand, probably.

x i am the wolf, american.

what was it with these guys, anyway ? the sentiment of posturing in poor positioning and thinking it's going to add an inherit leeriness that offsets a man who is callous to the nature of war. rick licks over front teeth behind lips; the response earned is not perhaps one he wants. not perhaps one he fully believes. last guys he'd met from the motherland weren't as well geared, dropped in by their commanding officers wearing lifted attire and boasting a state-sanctioned training that at time had him scoffing. not, of course, saying any fighting force with a firearm in tow wasn't formidable enough to take precautionary methods when confronted - there's just something in his stomach that doesn't sit right. a low hum of a distant warning, an alarm somewhere buried in his chest.

if the guy's a mutt from moscow, he's certainly giving more koschei the immortal than outgunned wagner.

❛ i've been bit before, pal. if you're who you say you are, your kind pop up all over. ❜ what was the move here ? there's a heavy tenseness from team lurking behind him, he can almost hear the tightening of muscle and re-route of breathing as they seek control in dangerous situation. the longer they stay, the easier it is to advance on them - turn the tables, initiate a firefight with an exceptional disadvantage in already partially collapsing home. but if they leave the individual poised before them behind, they're leaving behind intelligence - and who could guarantee a positive identification later on ?

❛ there's always something to gain from anybody. ❜ rick's tone is easy, stare unwavering. ❛ anonymous or not, somebody gave you something to do here. begs to ask why a handful of moscow's finest were poking their nose into joint american operations. ❜ it's an easy pressure, just enough information. is it real ? who cares. weight rests firmly on knee now, gear shifting heavy over shoulders, muzzle of gun set idle to floor as he takes a more comfortable stance. a clear sign that he has no intention of letting up, not in the moment at least. head inclines.

❛ look, hannibal lector, you work with us - we work with you. last thing i wanna do is hand you over to the three letter spooks, they're my least favorite people to get on the phone. ❜

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

[ethanhunt-deactivated20230911]

Joel Kinnaman Gets a Haircut, July 2020 

[skw4dleader]

marvel verse rick but he's a not even aware he's in the pool for who's gonna be the next captain america pre-fatws ... then when they approach him about it, he declines and they amanda waller his team and shoehorn him into a position of working for an objectively shadier government individual (valentina) and now he's stuck like a human ankle monitor on the tbolts.

[skw4dleader]

rick flag + service history.

[skw4dleader]

what if we shipped. :)

[skw4dleader]

a good time to remember that i've always been a bi rick truther, and the game had me stay winning.

[ohisms]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

[skw4dleader]

this man mad pleased abt drinking beer out of his wife’s cleavage is honestly the most rick flag coded shit-