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My favorite trope is when two characters are in love and neither has admitted their feelings to each other yet, and then The One That’s Not In Denial™ gets hurt and The One That Is In Denial™ starts freaking out and suddenly is not in denial anymore.

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WHEN PERSON A GENTLY TOUCHES PERSON B’S SCARS (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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when person b is so accustomed to violence that they don’t know how to react to gentle touch (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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Helpful things for action writers to remember

Sticking a landing will royally fuck up your joints and possibly shatter your ankles, depending on how high you’re jumping/falling from. There’s a very good reason free-runners dive and roll.

Hand-to-hand fights usually only last a matter of seconds, sometimes a few minutes. It’s exhausting work and unless you have a lot of training and history with hand-to-hand combat, you’re going to tire out really fast.

Arrows are very effective and you can’t just yank them out without doing a lot of damage. Most of the time the head of the arrow will break off inside the body if you try pulling it out, and arrows are built to pierce deep. An arrow wound demands medical attention.

Throwing your opponent across the room is really not all that smart. You’re giving them the chance to get up and run away. Unless you’re trying to put distance between you so you can shoot them or something, don’t throw them.

Everyone has something called a “flinch response” when they fight. This is pretty much the brain’s way of telling you “get the fuck out of here or we’re gonna die.” Experienced fighters have trained to suppress this. Think about how long your character has been fighting. A character in a fist fight for the first time is going to take a few hits before their survival instinct kicks in and they start hitting back. A character in a fist fight for the eighth time that week is going to respond a little differently.

ADRENALINE WORKS AGAINST YOU WHEN YOU FIGHT. THIS IS IMPORTANT. A lot of times people think that adrenaline will kick in and give you some badass fighting skills, but it’s actually the opposite. Adrenaline is what tires you out in a battle and it also affects the fighter’s efficacy - meaning it makes them shaky and inaccurate, and overall they lose about 60% of their fighting skill because their brain is focusing on not dying. Adrenaline keeps you alive, it doesn’t give you the skill to pull off a perfect roundhouse kick to the opponent’s face.

Swords WILL bend or break if you hit something hard enough. They also dull easily and take a lot of maintenance. In reality, someone who fights with a sword would have to have to repair or replace it constantly.

Fights get messy. There’s blood and sweat everywhere, and that will make it hard to hold your weapon or get a good grip on someone.

A serious battle also smells horrible. There’s lots of sweat, but also the smell of urine and feces. After someone dies, their bowels and bladder empty. There might also be some questionable things on the ground which can be very psychologically traumatizing. Remember to think about all of the character’s senses when they’re in a fight. Everything WILL affect them in some way.

If your sword is sharpened down to a fine edge, the rest of the blade can’t go through the cut you make. You’ll just end up putting a tiny, shallow scratch in the surface of whatever you strike, and you could probably break your sword.

ARCHERS ARE STRONG TOO. Have you ever drawn a bow? It takes a lot of strength, especially when you’re shooting a bow with a higher draw weight. Draw weight basically means “the amount of force you have to use to pull this sucker back enough to fire it.” To give you an idea of how that works, here’s a helpful link to tell you about finding bow sizes and draw weights for your characters. (CLICK ME)

If an archer has to use a bow they’re not used to, it will probably throw them off a little until they’ve done a few practice shots with it and figured out its draw weight and stability.

People bleed. If they get punched in the face, they’ll probably get a bloody nose. If they get stabbed or cut somehow, they’ll bleed accordingly. And if they’ve been fighting for a while, they’ve got a LOT of blood rushing around to provide them with oxygen. They’re going to bleed a lot.

Here’s a link to a chart to show you how much blood a person can lose without dying. (CLICK ME)

If you want a more in-depth medical chart, try this one. (CLICK ME)

Hopefully this helps someone out there. If you reblog, feel free to add more tips for writers or correct anything I’ve gotten wrong here.

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How to apply Writing techniques for action scenes:

- Short sentences. Choppy. One action, then another. When there’s a lull in the fight, take a moment, using longer phrases to analyze the situation–then dive back in. Snap, snap, snap. - Same thing with words - short, simple, and strong in the thick of battle. Save the longer syllables for elsewhere. - Characters do not dwell on things when they are in the heat of the moment. They will get punched in the face. Focus on actions, not thoughts. - Go back and cut out as many adverbs as possible. - No seriously, if there’s ever a time to use the strongest verbs in your vocabulary - Bellow, thrash, heave, shriek, snarl, splinter, bolt, hurtle, crumble, shatter, charge, raze - it’s now. - Don’t forget your other senses. People might not even be sure what they saw during a fight, but they always know how they felt. - Taste: Dry mouth, salt from sweat, copper tang from blood, etc - Smell: OP nailed it - Touch: Headache, sore muscles, tense muscles, exhaustion, blood pounding. Bruised knuckles/bowstring fingers. Injuries that ache and pulse, sting and flare white hot with pain. - Pain will stay with a character. Even if it’s minor. - Sound and sight might blur or sharpen depending on the character and their experience/exhaustion. Colors and quick movements will catch the eye. Loud sounds or noises from behind may serve as a fighter’s only alert before an attack. - If something unexpected happens, shifting the character’s whole attention to that thing will shift the Audience’s attention, too. - Aftermath. This is where the details resurface, the characters pick up things they cast aside during the fight, both literally and metaphorically. Fights are chaotic, fast paced, and self-centered. Characters know only their self, their goals, what’s in their way, and the quickest way around those threats. The aftermath is when people can regain their emotions, their relationships, their rationality/introspection, and anything else they couldn’t afford to think or feel while their lives were on the line.

Do everything you can to keep the fight here and now. Maximize the physical, minimize the theoretical. Keep things immediate - no theories or what ifs.

If writing a strategist, who needs to think ahead, try this: keep strategy to before-and-after fights. Lay out plans in calm periods, try to guess what enemies are thinking or what they will do. During combat, however, the character should think about his options, enemies, and terrain in immediate terms; that is, in shapes and direction. (Large enemy rushing me; dive left, circle around / Scaffolding on fire, pool below me / two foes helping each other, separate them.)

Lastly, after writing, read it aloud. Anyplace your tongue catches up on a fast moving scene, edit. Smooth action scenes rarely come on the first try.

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More for martial arts or hand-to-hand in general

What a character’s wearing will affect how they fight. The more restricting the clothes, the harder it will be. If they’re wearing a skirt that is loose enough to fight in, modesty will be lost in a life or death situation.

Jewelry can also be very bad. Necklaces can be grabbed onto. Bracelets also can be grabbed onto or inhibit movement. Rings it can depend on the person.

Shoes also matter. Tennis shoes are good and solid, but if you’re unused to them there’s a chance of accidentally hurting your ankle. High heels can definitely be a problem. However, they can also make very good weapons, especially for someone used to balancing on the balls of their feet. Side kicks and thrusting kicks in soft areas (like the solar plexus) or the feet are good ideas. They can also (hopefully) be taken off quickly and used as a hand weapon. Combat boots are great but if someone relies more on speed or aren’t used to them, they can weigh a person down. Cowboy boots can be surprisingly good. Spin kicks (if a character is quick enough to use them) are especially nasty in these shoes.

If a character is going to fight barefoot, please keep location in mind. Concrete can mess up your feet quick. Lawns, yards, etc often have hidden holes and other obstacles that can mess up a fighter. Tile floors or waxed wood can be very slippery if you’re not careful or used to them.

Likewise, if it’s outside be aware of how weather will affect the fight. The sun’s glare can really impede a fighter’s sight. A wet location, inside or outside, can cause a fighter to slip and fall. Sweat on the body can cause a fighter to lose a grip on an opponent too.

Pressure points for a trained fighter are great places to aim for in a fight. The solar plexus is another great place to aim for. It will knock the wind out of anyone and immediately weaken your opponent.

It your character is hit in the solar plexus and isn’t trained, they’re going down. The first time you get hit there you are out of breath and most people double over in confusion and pain. If a fighter is more used to it, they will stand tall and expand themselves in order to get some breath. They will likely keep fighting, but until their breath returns to normal, they will be considerably weaker.

Do not be afraid to have your character use obstacles in their environment. Pillars, boxes, bookshelves, doors, etc. They put distance between you and an opponent which can allow you to catch your breath.

Do not be afraid to have your character use objects in their environment. Someone’s coming at you with a spear, trident, etc, then pick up a chair and get it caught in the legs or use it as a shield. Bedsheets can make a good distraction and tangle someone up. Someone’s invading your home and you need to defend yourself? Throw a lamp. Anything can be turned into a weapon.

Guns often miss their targets at longer distances, even by those who have trained heavily with them. They can also be easier to disarm as they only shoot in one direction. However, depending on the type, grabbing onto the top is a very very bad idea. There is a good likelihood you WILL get hurt.

Knives are nasty weapons by someone who knows what they’re doing. Good fighters never hold a knife the way you would when cutting food. It is best used when held against the forearm. In defense, this makes a block more effective and in offense, slashing movement from any direction are going to be bad. If a character is in a fight with a knife or trying to disarm one, they will get hurt.

Soft areas hit with hard body parts. Hard areas hit with soft body parts. The neck, stomach, and other soft areas are best hit with punches, side kicks, elbows, and other hard body parts. Head and other hard parts are best hit using a knife hand, palm strike, etc. Spin kicks will be nasty regardless of what you’re aiming for it they land.

Common misconception with round house kicks is that you’re hitting with the top of the foot. You’re hitting with the ball. You’re likely to break your foot when hitting with the top.

When punching, the thumb is outside of the fist. You’ll break something if you’re hitting with the thumb inside, which a lot of inexperienced fighters do.

Also, punching the face or jaw can hurt.

It can be hard to grab a punch if you’re not experienced with it despite how easy movies make it seem. It’s best to dodge or redirect it.

Hitting to the head is not always the best idea. It can take a bit of training to be able to reach for the head with a kick because of the height. Flexibility is very much needed. If there are problems with their hips or they just aren’t very flexible, kicks to the head aren’t happening.

Jump kicks are a good way to hit the head, but an opponent will see it coming if it’s too slow or they are fast/experienced.

A good kick can throw an opponent back or knock them to the ground. If the person you’ve hit has experience though, they’ll immediately be getting up again.

Even if they’ve trained for years in a martial art, if they haven’t actually hit anything before or gotten hit, it will be slightly stunning for the person. It does not feel the way you expect it too.

Those yells in martial arts are not just for show. If done right, they tighten your core making it easier to take a hit in that area. Also, they can be used to intimidate an opponent. Yelling or screaming right by their ear can startle someone. (Generally, KHR fans look at Squalo for yelling)

Biting can also be used if someone’s grabbing you. Spitting in someone’s eyes can’t hurt. Also, in a chokehold or if someone is trying to grab your neck in general, PUT YOU CHIN DOWN. This cuts off access and if they’re grabbing in the front can dig into their hand and hurt.

Wrist grabs and other grabs can be good. Especially if it’s the first move an opponent makes and the character is trained, there are simple ways to counter that will have a person on their knees in seconds..

Use what your character has to their advantage. If they’re smaller or have less mass, then they’ll be relying on speed, intelligence, evasion, and other similar tactics. Larger opponents will be able to take hits better, they’re hits may be slower depending on who it is but will hurt like hell if they land, and size can be intimidating. Taller people with longer legs will want to rely on kicking and keeping their distance since they have the advantage there. Shorter people will want to keep the distance closer where it’s easier for them but harder for a taller opponent. Punching is a good idea.

Using a person’s momentum against them is great. There’s martial arts that revolve around this whole concept. They throw a punch? Grab it and pull them forward and around. Their momentum will keep them going and knock them off balance.

Leverage can used in the same way. If used right, you can flip a person, dislocate a shoulder, throw out a knee, etc.

One note on adrenaline: All that was said above is true about it. But, in a fight, it can also make you more aware of what’s going on. A fight that lasts twenty seconds can feel like a minute because time seems to almost slow down while moving extremely rapidly. You only have so much time to think about what you’re doing. You’re taking in information constantly and trying to adjust. Even in the slow down adrenaline gives you, everything is moving very rapidly.

Feelings will be your downfall even more so than adrenaline. Adrenaline can make those feelings more intense, but a good fighter has learned not to listen to those feelings. A good fighter may feel anger at being knocked down or in some way humiliated - their pride taken down. Yet they will not act on the anger. Acting on it makes a fighter more instinctive and many will charge without thinking. Losing control of anything (adrenaline rush, emotions, technique, etc) can be a terrible thing in a fight.

Just thought I’d add in here.

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• If you take a bullet while wearing a bulletproof vest, you will still go down. Bullets confer a metric shit ton of energy to their target, and all a vest does is spread that energy to a wider area so the round doesn’t go through you. As such, it still feels like you got hit in the chest by a Major League Baseball player, possibly breaking ribs or even your sternum. If your character isn’t a superhuman, and they get shot with a vest, they will still be a casualty.

•RECOIL, MOTHERFUCKER, DO YOU SPEAK IT? The more grains of gunpowder that are in a cartridge (the whole “bullet”) the more force is exerted upon the bullet. And, according to something that genius sonofabitch Isaac Newton said, every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Enter Recoil, stage left. The bigger the bullet, the more force needed to shoot it, thus the more recoil exerted upon the shooter. This can throw off ones aim, or, given a large enough caliber and improper shooting technique, dislocate shoulders and break collarbones.

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tiinydramas:

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SEND THE FOLLOWING SYMBOLS TO MEET NPC’S IN MY CHARACTERS LIFE. ADDITIONAL: “SYMBOL + QUESTION” TO ASK THEM A QUESTION

웃 mother

유 father

☁ grandparents

☾ siblings

✺ best friends

☂ enemies

❤ lovers

∞ children

☠ someone who has passed on

✈ someone who they miss

✿ someone they hurt

☼ someone that changed their life

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Person B stubbornly trying to dress themselves after sustaining hindering injuries. Person A walks in to find B painfully struggling to pull on their shirt. Whether Your OTP is together or not, Person A decides to help.

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Starter Plots based on Urban Legends

Send my muse a letter (A-Z) or the title following it for a starter based on one of these famous Urban Legend plots. Note that not all of these are scientifically/medically accurate, but are based on stories that have been spreading for decades!

A. (The Black Dog) One muse approaches the other, anxious and concerned about a mysterious, hulking black dog that has been following them all day. They realize that seeing the black dog is an omen of impending death. B. (Hook Handed Man) Our muses are out for a drive and stop somewhere private, but are quickly spooked by eerie scratches against the back of the car. C. (La Llorona) One of our muses is strolling by the river, when they hear ghostly weeping. It’s the other muse, mourning the loss of their family long after death. D. (Deadly Wedding Dress) Our muses are getting married. They’ve been fitted for their outfits, but at the ceremony, one of our muses begins to struggle with their breath and collapses at the altar. Later, they find that the dress/suit they wore was laced with embalming chemicals, and had been sold to them by a graverobber. E. (Humans Can Lick Too) One of our muses is home alone, dozing off to sleep, when they hear movement beneath their bed. The other muse is hiding after breaking in to their home, but they assume it’s simply their pet. F. (Mothman) One night, our muses both see a creature with red eyes and huge wings outside their home(s). Afterwards, they’re unable to escape odd sightings and continued paranormal experiences. G. (The Goat Man) Our muses are driving/riding bikes through a woodland area, when they hear hooves following behind them. Whatever it is, it’s certainly not completely human. H. (Lover’s Lane) One of our muses is left alone in a broken-down car after their date leaves to find a gas station, but they don’t realize the other muse is outside of the car, circling them. (Alternative: one of the muses is the date) I. (Michigan Dogman) While camping, one of our muses comes face-to-face with the other muse, who has been mutated with an animal head upon a human body. J. (Organ Market) Our muses meet at a bar/party/etc, get some drinks, and have great chemistry. However, after falling unconscious, one of our muses wakes to find themselves in a bathtub with painful stitching up their side. Horrified, they realize their date has kidnapped them and harvested one of their organs. K. (The Clown Statue) Our muses are baby/pet-sitting for a mutual friend, but are disturbed by an odd doll sitting up in a rocking chair in the master bedroom. A doll that seems to enjoy moving around. The second muse may be a friend or even the clown. L. (Ghost Children of Munger Road) Our muses have heard the story that if you put baby powder on the back of your car and stop at a train track, little hands will push it off the tracks. They decided to test it, and get results. M. (Black Aggie) After walking by a statue of a woman in grief, our muses begin having odd, spooky, and unlucky experiences. N. (Bunnyman Bridge) After hearing stories of an old tunnel haunted by the ghost of a serial killer, our muses decide to investigate. O. (Calling #666) As a fun test, our muses find a phone number listed online along with a spooky warning. They decide to call the number, but end up getting some very scary messages, and possibly a visitor later that night. P. (The Call is Coming from Inside the House) One muse is sitting at home when they start to get strange phone calls. The calls are a bit creepy, but harmless at first, before eventually making them highly uncomfortable. They’ll eventually learn that the other muse is calling from a second phone upstairs. Q. (Midnight Game) After seeing a creepy game listed online, our muses decide to try summoning a malicious spirit at midnight, putting themselves at risk until morning. R. (Bloody Mary) One or both of our muses are pulling an all-nighter together when they decide to play some old mirror games. Of course, Bloody Mary is a trusted go-to. They don’t expect it may actually work, though. (Second muse may be a friend or the ghost in the mirror) S. (High Beams) While driving home late at night, one of our muses is blinded by the car behind them shining high beams every few seconds. They don’t realize the driver is trying to warn them of a person with a knife in the back seat. (The second muse could be the driver, or the knife-wielder) T. (Vanishing Hitchhiker) One of our muses is driving late at night when they spot the other muse dressed in torn clothes, dirty, and wet in the rain, holding out their arm for a ride. Whether or not they suspect something eerie, they decide to stop and see if they need help. U. (Baby Monitor) Our muses are new parents, and have set up a monitor to listen to the baby from the next room. However, they start to get uncomfortable when they hear a voice singing a lullaby on the other end that doesn’t belong to their partner. V. (Black Eyed Children) Late it the evening, one of our muses answers the door to see a child with a hood over their eyes asking to come inside. They begin to demand and pressure the muse until they feel very threatened. The other muse could be in the home or could be the child outside. W. (The Crying Boy) At an art show, our muses/one of our muses decide to buy a sorrowful but very magnetic painting that was found in the ashes of a burned building. As soon as they bring it home, however, they begin to notice supernatural events, poltergeist activity, and even begin to grow obsessed and defensive when the other muse suggests they get rid of the painting. X. (Facebook Friends) One of our muses has died, and the other is still in mourning when they start getting messages on social media from their account. What looks like a prank at first starts to get eerie as the deceased muse starts conversations only the two of them would have, perhaps even about secrets surrounding their own death. (Bonus creepiness: the living muse starts to see their deceased friend tagged in photos, always in an empty space right behind them). Y. (Melonheads) While on a deserted road, possibly lost, our muses grow uncomfortable after being warned of mutated humanoids that stalk the dirt road looking for people to run off the road and kidnap. Z. (Chain Mail) One or both of our muses get a scary story emailed to them, which begs them to share with their friends. One of them ignores it, and calls the other in a panic when they begin to hear and see strange things in their home. -note that chain mail is a super old hoax and seeing chain posts here on tumblr is fake too! Don’t get spooped, friends-

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* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to :

001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse. 003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object. 005. — Throw something large at my muse. 006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm. 018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood. 029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

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the signs as types of beauty

aries: complex. sneaks up on you. doesn’t affect you much at first, but over time can consume you and become all you can think about.

taurus: warm. a reliable kind of beauty almost, in the sense that it will shine through the darkest of times.

gemini: unconventional. catches you by surprise. almost always leaves a lasting impression.

cancer: dreamy. all hazy eyes and messy hair. beauty that inspires soft, slow songs.

leo: dark. intimidating, dangerous, and slight scary but still lovely, leaves you wondering, “beauty or beast?”

virgo: quiet. dainty in the way of porcelain teacups and feathery eyelashes. can make your heart ache.

libra: lively. wild eyes and feet on the dashboard. the kind of beauty that evokes adventure and giggling like a child.

scorpio: tantalizing. always seems to leave you wanting more, but that something is usually unobtainable.

sagittarius: melancholic. something to write poetry about, beauty you can stare at for days and never grow tired of.

capricorn: bold. hits you straight on, makes you mess up your words. free in the way that leaves you breathless.

aquarius: mischievous. knows how to reel you in and keep you entranced. wild, and very hard to ignore.

pisces: daring. raised eyebrows and smirks. beauty that seems to blur everything around it.

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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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❥ NON - SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE .

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please . ( add ‘ reverse ‘ to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to …

[ lit ] your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine .

[ order ] your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ] your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ] your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ] your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ] your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc .

[ instruct ] your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do .

[ groom ] your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc .

[ direct ] your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ] your muse sternly telling mine ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ] your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ] your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc . feel free to specify what and how .

[ answer ] your muse answering a question meant for mine .

[ coat ] your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ] your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them .

[ stare ] your muse staring mine down .

[ placement ] your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ] your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .

[ patience ] your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ] your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ] your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .

[ jewelry ] your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings .

[ enough ] your muse commanding mine to stop talking .

[ retrieve ] your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ] your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ] your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together .

[ calm ] your muse telling mine to ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ] your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ] your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ] your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ] your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking .

[ laces ] your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ] your muse telling mine to stay in the car .

[ defend ] your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them .

[ feed ] your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ] your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ] your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ] your muse refilling mine’s glass for them .

[ possessive ] your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other .

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Secret Relationship AUs

Imagine your OTP…

Kissing behind the bleachers at school, trying to keep their relationship hidden.

Are forced to be partners for a project but they use it as an excuse to go on dates.

Is being set up on a date together, even though they’re already in a relationship with each other.

Are hotel roommates for a class trip because everyone wants them to become better friends instead of fighting each other all the time, but they’re actually in a secret relationship.

Pretending to date other people while dating each other, to keep the media off their backs.

Gets nervous every time someone figures out that they’re dating.

Has a secret way to tell each other ‘I love you’.

Are thought to be “just friends” but behind closed doors, they’re not.

Sneaking out of their homes to meet up with each other for a date.

Pretends to hate each other but secretly they kiss and have dates in closets.

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☆ Sentence Starters ☆ Lost & Found

❝ How did you find me? ❞

❝ Do you know the way out? ❞

❝ We’ve gone in at least three circles now. ❞

❝ Are you absolutely, one-hundred percent sure you know where we’re going? ❞

❝ Did we make a wrong turn? ❞

❝ Which way should we go? ❞

❝ This place wasn’t on the map… ❞

❝ Um. Where are we? ❞

❝ Look what you did, genius. We’re completely lost! ❞

❝ Where’s the map? ❞

❝ We might be here a while, so get comfortable. ❞

❝ There you are! ❞

❝ Did you really think I wouldn’t be able to find you? ❞

❝ You stand out too much to not be found. ❞

❝ Do you need directions? ❞

❝ Why did you stop following me?! I was so worried! ❞

❝ It’s been 84 years since I was last at home… ❞

❝ Why should I follow you? You’re the reason we got lost in the first place! ❞

❝ I hope you’re good at pathfinding… ❞

❝ I thought you were marking the trees, now what do we do?! ❞

❝ This doesn’t look familiar… ❞

❝ Are. You. Sure. It’s. This. Way? ❞

❝ You do realise we’ve just walked in a giant circle, right? ❞

❝ Oh, look! Right back where we started! Good job! Moron.. ❞

❝ Time to start fresh and build a new home here instead. ❞

❝ Help! I’m trapped! Get me out! ❞

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❝ I’m dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it’s the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they’re going to do something incredibly stupid. ❞

❝ Nobody move! I dropped me brain! ❞

❝ The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem. Do you understand? ❞

❝ You need to find yourself a girl, mate. ❞

❝ I’ve got a jar of dirt! ❞

❝ Did everyone see that? Because I will not be doing it again. ❞

❝ If you were waiting for the opportune moment… that was it. ❞

❝ Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate. ❞

❝ Savvy? ❞

❝ My spirit will live on. ❞

❝ Why is the rum always gone? ❞

❝ Why fight when you can negotiate? ❞

❝ If you choose to lock your heart away, you’ll lose it for certain. ❞

❝ This is the day you will always remember as the day you almost caught ___ ❞

❝ My tremendous intuitive sense of the female creature informs me that you are in trouble. ❞

❝ I regret nothing, ever. ❞

❝ You’ve stolen me and I’m here to take myself back. ❞

❝ Did no one come to save me just because they missed me? ❞

❝ Close your eyes and pretend it’s all a bad dream. That’s how I get by. ❞

❝ For instance, I can let you drown. ❞

❝ You’re the ones in need of rescuing and I’m not sure if I’m in the mood. ❞

❝ I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by. ❞

❝ You may kill me, but you might never insult me. ❞

❝ Hide the rum! ❞

❝ Shoo. ❞

❝ Crazy people don’t know they’re crazy. I know I’m crazy, therefore I’m not crazy. Isn’t that crazy? ❞

❝ Cruel is a matter of perspective. ❞

❝ The world’s still the same. There’s just less in it. ❞