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“Think of someone you want to touch whom you cannot touch, someone forbidden. Think of a room where there is nothing except the two of you: still, you cannot touch them. Think of the heat between two hands about to touch, the language that exists in that silence.”

— Chelsea Hodson, from Tonight I’m Someone Else: Essays; “A Simple Woman,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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                                                         Light. Darkness. A  B a l a n c e.    

Blog established October 2015. Reboot July 2018. 

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#// hey yall #// after that trailer I really dont have much muse #// im going to be on a smol hiatus for now while I focus on my art and getting my home clean #// Xoxoxo

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#// im not in a good spot right now #// i will try to be active next week. #// im just realizing how many people dont care #// how many people use me for a means to an end #// how many people dont care at all and dont want to ask questions #// how there are so many narcisists and im done being politically correct so people will stay friends with me #// im just so tired #// i will be back next week

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// update

#// Hey yall sorry for the inactivity I will be responding to some stuff tomorrow!!! #// thank you!!! been super busy haha #// Xoxo

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As he came down from his high, the water had taken care of the mess he had made, he continued on with washing his hair and cleaning his body and it wasn’t too long that he stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist as he went to the mirror to shave. He was starting to look a bit scruffy, too scruffy for his own liking.

Soon after he had went to his own room through the other door, finding clothing he could wear. He had gotten so used to the the tans, oranges and dark browns he was used to wearing for the resistance, his wardrobe here was a stark difference. Reds and Blacks.

He had found a top and pants to wear, both black, if they needed to go into the city then he would consider his robes but he didn’t want to shock Rey. One step at a time.

He walked out to see her eating and talking to BB-8. “Good Morning.” He said, walking over to where they were.

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At first they had been side by side. She expected him to lay there next to her, while she just watched him. But while his body gave in to the exhaustion, he moved closer, almost draped over her. Was this… cuddling? Poe Dameron was cuddling her in his sleep. Normally she would have giggled, snorted out a laugh while pushing him to the side. But he needed her. He needed this from her.

Softly she continued playing with his hair, brushing it back and massaging his scalp. An old memory came to her. Smiling, she hummed a tune that many children throughout the galaxy would know. The soft humming would soothe him. She could still sense his turmoil and grief, but her touch and the humming was like a blanket over him, muffling and finally quieting the pain that haunted him.

He hadn’t remembered his dreams, they seemed blurry and muffled, his sleep had been deep and the kind that he wasn’t sure if he would ever wake from. He heard a voice from deep within himself, his own but darker, deeper…harsher. 

Before he could make out what it was saying he woke, eyes opening slightly to see that he had wrapped himself around Rey, perhaps it was fitting, after what had happened yesterday it only made sense. His senses hadn’t all woken with him and he was in a daze as he slowly allowed himself to be grounded. 

After a few moments he slowly left the bed, walking into the bathroom and deciding a shower was needed. He needed to wash yesterday away.

#;; V; ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ Aɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ. #scavxngerprxncess

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He was lost in his own mind now, thinking of Rey beneath him. Filling her up with every inch of himself, seeing her face as he did it. She may be young but that was part of the draw. While he did find experience to be attractive, there was something intoxicating about inexperience. The teaching and the defiling that came with it. Although he knew he was assuming, from what Finn told him about her life on Jakku it wasn’t an unfair assumption.

Finally he was feeling himself near that delicious edge, that release as his breathing seemed to be labored and deep, muscles clenched as he could feel pleasure mounting against him and then just like that the pressure released, “Rey!” Her name leaving his lips as his orgasm washed over him, hips rolling through the contractions that left the shower glass a mess as his hooded eyes opened to see the mess he made.

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At first they had been side by side. She expected him to lay there next to her, while she just watched him. But while his body gave in to the exhaustion, he moved closer, almost draped over her. Was this… cuddling? Poe Dameron was cuddling her in his sleep. Normally she would have giggled, snorted out a laugh while pushing him to the side. But he needed her. He needed this from her.

Softly she continued playing with his hair, brushing it back and massaging his scalp. An old memory came to her. Smiling, she hummed a tune that many children throughout the galaxy would know. The soft humming would soothe him. She could still sense his turmoil and grief, but her touch and the humming was like a blanket over him, muffling and finally quieting the pain that haunted him.

He hadn’t remembered his dreams, they seemed blurry and muffled, his sleep had been deep and the kind that he wasn’t sure if he would ever wake from. He heard a voice from deep within himself, his own but darker, deeper…harsher. 

Before he could make out what it was saying he woke, eyes opening slightly to see that he had wrapped himself around Rey, perhaps it was fitting, after what had happened yesterday it only made sense. His senses hadn’t all woken with him and he was in a daze as he slowly allowed himself to be grounded. 

After a few moments he slowly left the bed, walking into the bathroom and deciding a shower was needed. He needed to wash yesterday away.

#;; V; ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ Aɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ. #scavxngerprxncess #NSFW

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Poe could feel the coil within him turn tighter as he pictured her in his mind, what she would do to him, what he’d do do to her. He picked up the pace and the sight of his toned and tan body under the steady stream of water was a sight to behold.

He allowed himself to get lost in the fantasy in his mind, eyes closed as he kept going, which he wouldn’t be able to see too much anyway with the steam. A groan left his lips, he figured the sound of the water would drown out any sound and if Rey was fast asleep he didn’t figure there was any reason to worry.

@scavxngerprxncess

At first they had been side by side. She expected him to lay there next to her, while she just watched him. But while his body gave in to the exhaustion, he moved closer, almost draped over her. Was this… cuddling? Poe Dameron was cuddling her in his sleep. Normally she would have giggled, snorted out a laugh while pushing him to the side. But he needed her. He needed this from her.

Softly she continued playing with his hair, brushing it back and massaging his scalp. An old memory came to her. Smiling, she hummed a tune that many children throughout the galaxy would know. The soft humming would soothe him. She could still sense his turmoil and grief, but her touch and the humming was like a blanket over him, muffling and finally quieting the pain that haunted him.

He hadn’t remembered his dreams, they seemed blurry and muffled, his sleep had been deep and the kind that he wasn’t sure if he would ever wake from. He heard a voice from deep within himself, his own but darker, deeper…harsher. 

Before he could make out what it was saying he woke, eyes opening slightly to see that he had wrapped himself around Rey, perhaps it was fitting, after what had happened yesterday it only made sense. His senses hadn’t all woken with him and he was in a daze as he slowly allowed himself to be grounded. 

After a few moments he slowly left the bed, walking into the bathroom and deciding a shower was needed. He needed to wash yesterday away.

#;; V; ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ Aɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ. #scavxngerprxncess #NSFW

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The warm water was welcoming against his sore muscles, he focused on his breathing as he allowed the water to pour over his head, having slept next to Rey had helped very much and he wouldn’t admit it but he spent a moment too long admiring how beautiful she was even in sleep.

He felt a small disturbance in the force but not enough for him to pay attention to it, his mind was far to preoccupied on Rey.

He wasn’t proud of it but he couldn’t help but start working at the issue that had developed between his legs, a soft moan escaping his mouth. He felt guilty, gross even but he needed the relief, to release the tension from his muscles and to wash away everything. He turned so his back was against the wall of the shower, leaning on it as he threw his head back slightly, his mind settling on her, allowing himself this once to just think of her.

@scavxngerprxncess

At first they had been side by side. She expected him to lay there next to her, while she just watched him. But while his body gave in to the exhaustion, he moved closer, almost draped over her. Was this… cuddling? Poe Dameron was cuddling her in his sleep. Normally she would have giggled, snorted out a laugh while pushing him to the side. But he needed her. He needed this from her.

Softly she continued playing with his hair, brushing it back and massaging his scalp. An old memory came to her. Smiling, she hummed a tune that many children throughout the galaxy would know. The soft humming would soothe him. She could still sense his turmoil and grief, but her touch and the humming was like a blanket over him, muffling and finally quieting the pain that haunted him.

He hadn’t remembered his dreams, they seemed blurry and muffled, his sleep had been deep and the kind that he wasn’t sure if he would ever wake from. He heard a voice from deep within himself, his own but darker, deeper…harsher. 

Before he could make out what it was saying he woke, eyes opening slightly to see that he had wrapped himself around Rey, perhaps it was fitting, after what had happened yesterday it only made sense. His senses hadn’t all woken with him and he was in a daze as he slowly allowed himself to be grounded. 

After a few moments he slowly left the bed, walking into the bathroom and deciding a shower was needed. He needed to wash yesterday away.

#;; V; ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ Aɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ. #scavxngerprxncess #NSFW #// oop #// alrighty then

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“Memories, shards in my chest. I remember. I remember. I remember.”

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Excerpt from Modern Romantics // L.H.Z

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@scavxngerprxncess

At first they had been side by side. She expected him to lay there next to her, while she just watched him. But while his body gave in to the exhaustion, he moved closer, almost draped over her. Was this… cuddling? Poe Dameron was cuddling her in his sleep. Normally she would have giggled, snorted out a laugh while pushing him to the side. But he needed her. He needed this from her.

Softly she continued playing with his hair, brushing it back and massaging his scalp. An old memory came to her. Smiling, she hummed a tune that many children throughout the galaxy would know. The soft humming would soothe him. She could still sense his turmoil and grief, but her touch and the humming was like a blanket over him, muffling and finally quieting the pain that haunted him.

He hadn’t remembered his dreams, they seemed blurry and muffled, his sleep had been deep and the kind that he wasn’t sure if he would ever wake from. He heard a voice from deep within himself, his own but darker, deeper...harsher. 

Before he could make out what it was saying he woke, eyes opening slightly to see that he had wrapped himself around Rey, perhaps it was fitting, after what had happened yesterday it only made sense. His senses hadn’t all woken with him and he was in a daze as he slowly allowed himself to be grounded. 

After a few moments he slowly left the bed, walking into the bathroom and deciding a shower was needed. He needed to wash yesterday away.

#scavxngerprxncess #;; V; ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ Aɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ.

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PSA:

Just because I’m not replying to our thread, or your starter doesn’t mean I don’t want to roleplay with you. I’m just slow. Some days I can write a fucking book, some days I can’t even write my own name. It’s in the drafts I promise I am just slow as hell.

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“right to the good parts” prompt list

So many prompts are about the meet-cute. So this list is meant to go straight to the good parts. Please use, prompt, share, add to, etc.

I have you shoved against the wall but now I can’t stop looking at your mouth

We were dancing but all of a sudden it’s a slow song and we’re standing here awkwardly staring at each other

I just told you I liked you but now I’m shy and say “never mind, forget it” and why are you looking at me like that?

We slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there’s something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair

It’s time to fight the boss and if I don’t tell you now, I might not live to tell you

Congratulations! One of your dreams has finally come true. Let me give you a big hug and wow, you’re warm…

I’ve never seen anything like the way you handled that. I’m just so moved.

Oh, my God, I thought you were going to die. Please don’t ever scare me like that again.

We’re hiding from the authorities and it’s very close quarters in here, I can feel your body against mine.

Wait, my hero’s secret identity is… you? To be honest, I’d always kind of hoped…

You’ve said you’re going to leave, but I don’t want you to go and if I don’t say something now…

We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way

 This wasn’t meant to be a date, but we’ve had such a good time and now it’s 2 a.m. and I should really go home…

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How would you describe Poe on where he is on the light and dark spectrum? How does he feel about both?

I am really heavily influenced by the Renaissance paintings where angels, holy beings or light beings being depicted above people reaching towards them, endlessly, needing the light, needing healing. 

Poe is the one reaching, always. Frozen within a painting, reaching for eternity

Just as some are light beings, Poe is dark, doesn’t mean he is necessarily evil but it is a constant fight, keeping who he could become at bay and sometimes he slips up and it comes through and when it does it is disastrous. 

Being born on top of an ancient Sith temple doesn’t exactly help things. He has an infinite loneliness within him and this animalistic, insatiable hunger for connection and the light and he is utterly dumbfounded and confused and seeks the answer to why he can’t possess light within him. 

Poe’s reasoning to join the resistance wasn’t 100% unselfish, he wanted to be loved, accepted and to play the part of the kind of man he wanted to be on the inside, and by playing this part he has killed people and this is something he feels utterly guilty about. He knows he is capable of bad things, horrible things but he tries his best. But the darkness rears its ugly head and he allows it to get to him, he gets to caught up, this is where the events in TLJ tie into my canon. 

Overall Poe isn’t impartial to any side, he desperately wants balance and at times he revels in the darkness within him, but his hunger for the light…that is infinite. 

Watch this video: (  X  ) the ending always gives me chills and it sums up the his struggles perfectly and how he finds himself completely enthralled by those who have that light. ( Rey, Finn, Leia, etc.) He becomes obsessed almost and in an eternal struggle of wanting to bring them down to where he is and reaching up to where they are. 

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“…the aching, dark delight of embracing a sin.”

— Forough Farrokhzad, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “Perverse God,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Loneliness is my monster,

Enrique Lihn, tr. by Jonathan Cohen, from The Dark Room; “On Loneliness,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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How would you describe Poe on where he is on the light and dark spectrum? How does he feel about both?

I am really heavily influenced by the Renaissance paintings where angels, holy beings or light beings being depicted above people reaching towards them, endlessly, needing the light, needing healing. 

Poe is the one reaching, always. Frozen within a painting, reaching for eternity

Just as some are light beings, Poe is dark, doesn’t mean he is necessarily evil but it is a constant fight, keeping who he could become at bay and sometimes he slips up and it comes through and when it does it is disastrous. 

Being born on top of an ancient Sith temple doesn’t exactly help things. He has an infinite loneliness within him and this animalistic, insatiable hunger for connection and the light and he is utterly dumbfounded and confused and seeks the answer to why he can’t possess light within him. 

Poe’s reasoning to join the resistance wasn’t 100% unselfish, he wanted to be loved, accepted and to play the part of the kind of man he wanted to be on the inside, and by playing this part he has killed people and this is something he feels utterly guilty about. He knows he is capable of bad things, horrible things but he tries his best. But the darkness rears its ugly head and he allows it to get to him, he gets to caught up, this is where the events in TLJ tie into my canon. 

Overall Poe isn’t impartial to any side, he desperately wants balance and at times he revels in the darkness within him, but his hunger for the light…that is infinite. 

Watch this video: (  X  ) the ending always gives me chills and it sums up the his struggles perfectly and how he finds himself completely enthralled by those who have that light. ( Rey, Finn, Leia, etc.) He becomes obsessed almost and in an eternal struggle of wanting to bring them down to where he is and reaching up to where they are. 

#Anonymous #;; character study #;; a b o u t #// Thanks for the cool question anon!!!