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BABY I’M A BAD BOY, I MIGHT HURT YOU .
36 fillette (1988), dir. Catherine Breillat
@comnder
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don’t flirt with me!! ………. i’m delicate and foolish

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PROMPT ( accepting ) @goldenmasked said : “I kissed you because we were drunk.”
this should have been anticipated ------ the promised crash after such a searing high ; collateral accounted for the previous night’s poor judgement . perpetrators both , but still the words cut like glass . he knew what would happen when he ran a palm over those jagged edges of gold , knew he would come away bleeding . it is the same , wretched scar torn open again , just as he’d hoped ; another raw reminder of what was , a tender scab to pester pink once he’s inevitably shoved out the door . corpse long lost in tar clawed to the surface again and immediately he regrets ever considering that something may have shifted between them [ naive thinking , really , trying to resurrect such a thing ] . it’s a lesson never learned , an inexplicable drive to always return ------- two opposites surely magnetised and now he’s convinced he’s the only one who’d felt its pull . jaw wants to wire itself shut , bite back the venom threatening to spit burning and acidic , but he’s unnerved , confidence flayed , feeling small .
❛❛ i kissed you back because we were drunk , too . i thought there would be no consequences . ❜❜
always eager to crumble to dust beneath those capable hands ------ yielding far too quickly , brick by everloving brick collapsing with so much as a passing touch ; and how he wishes for a constitution stronger than that . champagne still lingers on the pallete [ that familiar chardonnay grape , notes of unripe cherry , almond , citrus rind ] , lecherous coating and that mouth had been made more intoxicating than the liquor painting it colour . it’s appalling , how greedy he’d been , and whatever it was pushing them momentarily together sours on the tongue , and not as sweet wine should . ❛❛ is ------ ❜❜ larynx constricts , voice breaking the bare syllable , and throat clears to refocus himself [ bastard open book ! ] . ❛❛ ------ if this is you telling me that you regret it just say it straight ------ i don’t deserve to be pulled around anymore . ❜❜
Friends or more? Sentence Starters
aka “sometimes i feel like i wanna make out with you is that a friend thing to do?” type of things
(send a name and a sentence)
“You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”
“We always share blankets on the couch, I’m sure sharing the bed for the night is fine too.”
“Your lips are getting really close to mine.”
“I’m not jealous, but, like, come on, movie night is just for me and you only.”
“I dare you to kiss me.”
“No, go on the Ferris Wheel with me, not them.”
“You can share my jacket with me, since you’re shivering.”
“Why is your hand on my ass?”
“Cuddle with me.”
“I just kissed your forehead, chill.”
“Shit, how’d you make me blush like this?”
“Are you trying to turn me on?”
“Let’s hang out, but I’ll pay for everything, and we can go to this fancy restaurant– No, not a date.”
“Okay, I guess this is a date, actually.”
“Stop with the tongue thing, it’s strangely attractive.”
“I keep telling them we’re not dating, but they keep telling me friends don’t normally make out when drunk.”
“I don’t want to be friends with benefits, but I do want something more, I just can’t figure out what.”
“When did you get so beautiful?”
“If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.”
“Their pick-up line wasn’t as good as any of mine, I’m just saying.”
“No, I don’t know how I got a boner, It just kind of happened! It’s because of how you were eating that ice cream, I bet!”
“I’m holding your hand because the movie is scary, alright? It’s a… Terrifying… Rom-com… ….. .”
“Why’d you let go of me?”
“I accidentally called you my girlfriend/boyfriend today.”
“I kissed you because we were drunk.”
“I kissed you because I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Could you not talk to him/her, please? I think they’re trying to date you.”
“I wish we could stay like this forever…”
“I had this dream where we were dating.”
“I had this dream where you kissed me, and I kind of want to try it now.”
“Why do you always call me when I’m on a date?”
“No, I can’t hang out, I’m on a date and you know that.”
“Okay, maybe I am a bit jealous.”
“Just remember, he/she’s not the one who taught you how to kiss.”
“It’s weird how we’ve been friends for so long, but never went through that ‘crushing’ phase.”
“Maybe I want to kiss you because it’s cold and about to be cuddle season.”
“I say this a lot, but, look, they’re not good enough for you.”
“You’re always wrapping your arms around me in lines.”
“I was listening to that love song, and you came to mind. Weird, right?”
“You know this voucher only works for couples, right?”
“Are you implying that you want to kiss me?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re blushing so hard, all I did was say “I love you” in French.”
“I could get used to waking up next to you, actually.”
“Right… Well… I’m not sure how we ended up kissing like that…”
“I’m personally offended that you didn’t get me to be your fake date.”
“We would make a pretty good couple.”
“The date didn’t go well. Yeah, she/he didn’t like how I kept mentioning all of our adventures.”
“How come I always end up calling you when I can’t fall asleep?”
“Sometimes i feel like i wanna make out with you is that a friend thing to do?”
GAVIN
THE CREATURE TEETERS ON THE EDGE , walking a thin line between calm and tense. His body would say he’s being attacked, drawing more adrenaline through his veins and awakening something more uncontrollable. Yet his mind knows it’s anything but, the fight is over, though he wears the proof of it all over his body.
“ Yeah? well, I have faith you c’n get me patched up no matter how many pieces I come back in. ” A pause, thick swallow and he tastes gore lingering in his mouth, a short burst of adrenaline through his systems.
“ M’sturdy, n’you know what t’do. Don’t worry, your wrecking ball idn’t goin anywhere. ”
And in spite of every instinct that told him to recoil, told him not to, he reaches out. Calloused, still clawed hand brushes over the doctor’s skin so carefully. A gentle squeeze and it lingers there, perhaps for a moment or two too long. And maybe it was the bloodloss making in delirious and unable to shield himself as he would normally, or maybe it was something much softer bubbling up to the surface to instill some form of comfort to Connor.
there’s no attempt to hide it ------ how warmth blooms , lip tugging into that familiar lopsided smile . a thirty - two - year - old reserve , decanted into those dimples as it graces him , rarer than gold . only for those beastly eyes , this , and the cotton - soft breath of a chuckle as he works only saved for those tufted , animalic ears .
shrug expresses itself subtle how head tilts in somewhat semi - agreement . ❛❛ maybe you are , and as much as i have absolute confidence in your wrecking - ball - capabilities , ❜❜ a break , conversation tapering as hook twists into muscle , pulls delicately at the thread . ❛❛ and --- to a certain degree --- my own surgical skills . . . . . . ❜❜ it spears the meat again , then tugs , wire drawn through crimson gossamer .
the intention is not to chide , yet words tumble forward , an admission of his own fear before he is able to stop them , incapable of welding his own mouth shut [ love is too raw for that , too near the surface . ] ❛❛ . . . . . . you perforate a bowel , or something , and we're done for . i don’t know how to fix something like that ------ ❜❜
hairs prickle through the ghosting of clawed digits , gooseflesh of the most pleasant sort pebbling skin like orange rind . all at once those concerns palliate , sudden calmness awashing [ safe , and safer still . this is the most dangerous kind of vulnerability ] , fingers spreading taut that rough ribcage skin daring to leave , press his own reassurance over wide and knotted wrist .
❛❛ there’s no bringing you back from the dead , puppy . i’m no frankenstein . ❜❜
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PROSPERINA
❛❛ why do you think i wanted them? practically crystallized blood, are they not? but of course.. i’m the bad guy when i steal them. you can take whatever you want. ❜❜ vicious cycle, bloated tongues purple from maggots and rot. soft, dark spots ripening on flesh; marbling like fruit. gone bad, too many hands squeezing and touching, everyone else’s hands inside of her. bruise me, break me.
she’d bleed out, stain diamonds crimson to be freed from this. fruity ripe flesh, she is. forcing her way into people’s mouths and begging to be devoured. the demand to be harmed, jamming fingers into fresh scabs and peeling open old scars. an effortless death it would be: bleeding out in his bed, broken limbs and guts splayed out for the world to see. how easy, how romantic. ❛❛ you’re right. i deserve your disgusting, unbecoming body but not that. you can rot inside of me, press yourself deep between my flesh but i’m too corrosive for gold. ❜❜
clustered saliva, body detached. how easy —— how easy it is to fall back. discolouration lining her skin, cracking open her hips to burrow into the rich marrow of her bone. [blood boiling and bubbling from her lips, “open my thighs when you do it. i’m your baby, your feral bitch.” swollen tongue, black and blue. ragged nails pouring into open wounds, nicking at capillaries and arteries alike. “how cute… you know the ugly trail i left behind but not the one that made me.”]
❛❛ i’m cheap and filthy —— ❜❜ curled into him, tender & tucked into the curve of his arm, pressed against his chest. illusion of romance, easily mistaken by prying eyes. i want you to tear me apart. poking and prodding, like digging fingers into joints to separate flesh from bone. glittered medusa with a mouth and eyes of tears, wrenched and wrecked joints, tiredness settled in. [bile in her throat, fleshy, bloody and eaten by rats. popping fingers from sockets bent back, terror-filled screeches; some feral wounded animal —— “this is what love is, get used to it.” her neck nearly cracked itself].
mouth fulled with honey, i know what’s important about me. nails grazing the leather of his belt, cheek nuzzled against his chest. ❛❛ ——— but you want me anyways. you like me like that. you want me impure and debauched. i’m your used bitch. you’ve taken so much from me. my agency, my legacy ——— my revenge. but yet, you know exactly what you’ll find between my thighs tonight. and i’ll give it to you. every fucking disgusting part of me, all my overripe organs and spoiled blood. you want me festering and sour? you want my open thighs and wounds? take it. ❜❜
❛❛ i always take what i want , darling , you know that . you’re simply my favourite scapegoat ------ and the entire universe wants a piece of you for it . ❜❜ purred as a lock of dark hair twists around a finger ; this way , that . instinctively possessive , sickly apple seed conceiving cyanide with mucus and gastric acid as it’s swallowed down a sugar - pill . an easy death to become of it , romantic and fantastical spun a giddy literacy and he wonders how many seeds she’d feed him . how many it would take to die .
ears flatten to skull as silver canines bare in a snarl , reaches that glinting ruby pupil , affection through the jagged metal sheets in twisted and lilac gumline . ❛❛ ---- but you’re all mine . ❜❜ [ “ --- and i’m all yours ” he would say , but it’s an expression oathed in blood , in a fractured tooth and split tongue . a cheek bitten to pulpy reverence . bone sits triple - screwed , and lovingly cared for , parade - like upon the iron maxilla ; puffy and so delicately raw . they flake rust into the saliva ducts . ]
he’s rotted himself , and they are two halves of the same wretched corpse , festering in the nuclear heat . bloating body fluid , mephitic , they both reek . frame mutant and half of it not his own , thorax void of what its supposed to keep and he wonders if she’d reach beneath that glass cage and crush the impostor to dust herself ( and how the treacherous thing glows blue for her . how he’s sure she can see it , clicking and whirring beneath the flimsy linen . a fucking lighthouse beacon , on display like a freak show ) . lock of hair falls from grasp , then , and he lets those fingers wander to cloak hers where they hover , temptation rich to force her hand down and feel what she knows exists there ; yet he refrains . this isn’t the first time . it will not be the last . already , like a shot of morphine to assuage the bloodstream , his body finds itself craving her .
❛❛ i’ll use an exploding round , next time . i’ll pick the ceramic shards out of you over dinner ; how would you like that metal poking around your insides , baby ? ❜❜ saline drips , bitter - tasting but crucial to them , forced through the cephalic vein a poison powder scattered into the flesh of a fig as he talks , wasps devoured in sacrifice for the sweet meat . impossible to shake and he gravitates to her , always , inevitably , her nails transmogrified into talons stuck oozing into his own skin , shifting and writhing , pulling him apart . ❛❛ i tell you what --- i’ll feed you your own liver , too , if you’d like that . or a kidney , since you can still live with only one of those . ❜❜ then he leans , teeth sinking into the supple fat of her cheek , silver freezing even when encased in heat pulsing maw . they pull languid , allowing the flesh its lazy fall from canine grasp , its sudden bounce to return to form ( and how her skin almost tears like paper under it ) . ❛❛ dog food for a fucking bitch ------ ❜❜ ------ metal palm grabs ! her inner thigh , dangerous in its proximity to the apex , ------ ❛❛ ------ like you . ❜❜
and as swift as it arrival there , it’s gone . a vacant plane to gather dust as digits signal the bartender more of the same , please . raptor gaze doesn’t leave her once , voice syrupy , thick with his own need .
❛❛ would you like that ? tell me about it over another drink . i want to hear how you want me . ❜❜
broke: connor is baby
woke: connor is feral and also a clown