#writebrl

⊹ standing too close. like just barely not touching. why are their shoulders breathing on each other??

⊹ conversations that sound normal but feel like foreplay. “pass the salt” has never been so loaded.

⊹ one of them says something flirty and the other freezes for 0.2 seconds like “oh.”

⊹ eyes dropping to lips and then—back up. with effort.

⊹ holding eye contact just a little too long. like... are they gonna kiss or duel??

⊹ unintentional physical contact that lasts one second too long and now they’re both broken

⊹ a hand on the small of the back. that’s it. that’s the tweet.

⊹ tension so thick that other characters start noticing like “hey are you two okay?” (they are not)

⊹ “accidental” sleepovers. “oh no there’s only one bed.” yeah. suuuure.

⊹ biting back a smile. biting back a moan. biting anything really.

⊹ one of them walks away and the other has to physically restrain themselves from watching the hips

my broken pieces flow to your shore /

OPTION 1: Try turning the writer on and off (it works)

Take your bunny hybrid boyfriend out to the beach and help him tan for the summer! Bring your friends, make a day of it!

Dress him in the smallest, tight little bikini you could find and coo at him as the fluff of his tail makes the bottoms droop under it a little, the top is micro, and the triangles only cover his nipples. At the same time, the bulge of his cock is a hairs breath from popping out of the bottoms even while his soft.

Grab him by the hips and pull him along in the water with you, so what if the tide helps push the bikini out of place? He's left disheveled and exposed in the water, just drag him to the rocks and hide him behind a rather large one as you run your fingers down his chest and coo at him for how lewd he looks, and how naughty he must be to let himself be so exposed on the beach with you.

End up getting fucked behind the rocks by your bunny hybrid partner, his face twisted with frustration and spite as he proves that even dressed in a skimpy bikini, he is the one in-charge of your relationship. Listen to the waves and sound of the beach as the water hides the sound of his hips snapping into yours in the shallow water, your screams as he fucks through yours and his own orgasms get lost in the sounds of people enjoying the beach not far from you.

Make cock drunk plans to dress him up like a slut again and take him out, just see how many different places he's willing to bend you over and fuck you dumb.

01. “I forgave the past—not you.”

02. "His/her headstone is still standing in your head."

03. "You're in love with the ghost, not me."

04. “You didn’t leave a scar, you left a wound. And it’s still bleeding.”

05. “You were never there. And I refuse to stay here.”

06. "I stayed silent for you and now you left me with silence."

07. "I fight for us but you fight with me."

08. "You taught me to love myself and now, I'm teaching myself to let go."

09. "You never bid your bye. Come back, I'm still waiting."

10. "Your face glimmered in my dreams so many times that I can't recall your features."

11. “I waited for you to choose me. Now, I’m the one who’s choosing to let go.”

12. “I don’t miss you, I miss who I thought you were.”

13. “Back then I used to beg you to stay back and now I’m begging you to leave.”

14. “Maybe I was in love with your version, not you.”

15. “I spent so much time trying to fix you that I forgot how to fix myself.”

16. “You said you loved me, but I’m starting to believe it was just convenient.”

17. “I thought you were my home, but now I feel like I’m just drifting.”

18. “You said we’d work through it, but I’ve been waiting so long, I forgot what we were even fighting for.”

19. “You’ve been gone for so long, I don’t even remember what it was like when you were here.”

20. "How many times do I have to forgive you to forgive myself?"

21. “You love the idea of me, not me.”

22. "I never fought them for your sake but you never fought for me either."

23. "You say you love me but keep someone else's picture under your pillow."

24. "Your face is starting to fade from my memories."

25. "I tried to hold on, but you kept slipping through my fingers."

But I hate feeling like nothing I write will ever be good enough. I hate feeling like no matter how hard I try there will always be someone else who does it better and people who don't like what I have to offer. I hate feeling like I'm always reaching higher and higher and nothing will ever be good enough. It's not good enough for them. It's not good enough for me.

I hate worrying about tropes and cringe and caring what strangers on the Internet think. I'd love to be one of those people who just doesn't give a shit what other people think but that's not me. It never has been. I care. I care deeply, with an ache in my chest and a driving pain in my brain. I care to an embarrassing, shameful degree, and I hate that.

If you can’t find their account then just don’t use the art. Some artists don’t like their art being reposted, so knowing who you get your art from is important.

Some people you’ll need to ask permission to use their works, honestly you should ask permission every time but I digress.