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the sexting meme.

Probably the easiest meme ever. Post a blank with post with your character's name and universe. For the replier, the reply must be a dirty text to the poster's phone, or a picture of naughty parts. It can be on purpose ...or a mistyped number. ("Whoops, sorry I showed you my junk! ... But how was it?!") The original poster can reply to the text or ignore it. Have fun!

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1) When did you look at my boxers, you creep?

2) Wishful thinking.

3) I think you have more practice grovelling.

4) Roleplaying as myself? That doesn't even make sense.

1. you said you weren't responding

2. you said use my imagination.

What are you? Imagination police? Stop telling me things then changing your mind!

I am not responding, I'm marveling.

If you have to fantasize about me, why does it have to be such a gross misrepresentation?

It's not a gross misrepresentation.

It's sexy.

Maybe this is why you can't keep a girl. You're not open sexually. Well, that and you keep accidentally traumatising/killing them during adventures.

What on Earth or any other planet is sexy about that?

What? Submission? You don't understand why that's sexy?

Hmm. Can we stop off at a book shop? Preferably an adult one. I think I'll get you a dummies guide to BDSM to browse. Maybe a dictionary of kinks. You need to broaden your sexual knowledge.

Oh, I know all that!

Sexy in me, why? It seems very unappealing from where I'm standing. Not kneeling.

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It'd be nice to see you on your knees, begging for mercy.

Or just being very malicious and violent.

Either way, any extreme desperate emotion from you just keeps me so entranced.

I've seen you on your knees, begging for mercy and mostly I remember thinking you need a haircut.

Well.

Mostly.

I was a different man

And I knew what to do to get you to help me. You were so easy to manipulate.

We all change.

And, oh, yes. I remember, I'm sure you got exactly what your wanted. The begging was your plan all along.

Oh please, you argued in favour of my life and I ran away without getting into any trouble nor being captured. I think I did just fine.

Slightly pathetic, but sure. Very efficient. No wonder everyone was in awe.

Everyone? What you, Jo and a GOD? I'm pretty sure the God was more impressive.

Besides, I don't beg. I will never beg you for anything.

Now you're just being inconsistent.

Why because a younger version of me, a long long time ago, once begged for his life?

When have I ever begged? This version of me, right here. Never. You're the pathetic creature begging me now, holding on to a sad little daydream of us being together as friends.

I am. I keep hoping.

Why?

I don't understand. Why do you even want that?

Because without you, what would become of me?

You've functioned alone for a long time.

It'll never be like it was. We'll never be friends.

Perhaps not. But we'll be us.

That's how it should be.

To be us, we need space.

How can we do anything stuck in this box together?

Well...

Now who's not sexually open?

Because I don't want to be trapped somewhere?

... how is that a sexy thing? Locked somewhere with your enemy.

What was that you said about BDSM?