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nancyqueerler · 2 years

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''you're blushing.'' ''i know.'' for the first kiss prompt ? 🥹🥹

"Robin!" Nancy hurried after the girl, pulling down the bill of her cap once under the rain. It thundered above, tearing the sky like linen, roaring at her for being an utter bonehead.

Ahead, Robin was crying. She was trying not to, surely, but the rain made it too easy. God, I'm such a big baby, she told herself as the memory bobbed in the boiling waters of her mind. Noises stuffed her ears like cotton, tears blurred the world under her feet, turned the asphalt to a black river.

She knew she had to stop, so she did. She stopped, and threw her head back so abruptly a joint popped in the crook. Her bottom lip throbbed from being gnawed on like gum, and Robin was sure it was bleeding her love.

Nancy caught up, still calling the girl's name like a cry for help, and latched a grip on Robin's shoulders as if afraid she might break for it again. Her hair licked to hair face, coils of brown like vines down the front of her ear. Her sweatshirt clung to her arms and torso with rainwater, and her lashes were clumps glued together by raindrops. Yet so beautiful she was, standing so fiercely under dull clouds and ferocious skies.

Robin felt her heart thump only once then.

"Robin..." heaved the girl, staring so deep into the girl's eyes. "I am sorry. I really didn't think that would bother you. Please, Robin, that last thing I would ever want to do is upset you."

"I know—"

"Then why did you run?" Nancy took a step closer, invading more of the bubble Robin dearly wished to keep between them.

Just minutes prior, her sitting on the floor of Nancy's apartment, listening on as an odd conversation thrummed in the air. Steve and Nancy were conversing about plants, or perhaps flowers—Robin had not paid enough attention to the technicalities. Only the adequate amount needed to know that the following events were not supposed to happen.

While smiling so charmingly that a crown adorned her head, Nancy moved from the kitchen island to Robin, knelt down, and anchored one hand on the other side, directly under Robin's elbow, thus pinning her down.

This sent some odd, horribly electric buzz swarming from the surface of her skull to the pool of her pelvis. And as though Zeus was suffering the same emotions as her, a bolt of lightning struck and bellowed, setting the hairs on the back of Robin’s neck on end.

“I think,” Nancy had said, Steve peering from his stool by the island, “that we were both wrong, Harrington.”

Steve coughed, shaking his flock of brown. “How so?” he had responded, but Nancy took too long to follow the thought, stared too deep into Robin’s eyes for too long. Robin feared that her heart, however weak from exertion, would explode from her chest and land on Nancy’s lap for her to take.

“Nancy?” someone had said; it was a too hollow sound for Robin to remember if it came from her mouth or Steve’s.

“We were both wrong because,” Nancy finally continued, “no flower could ever be as beautiful as Robin.”

And although though Robin could only recall a jumble of what happened next, she was aware that her heart had died: it had twisted and knotted, dried itself of blood, and wailed.

Then she ran, she supposed. Because she simply could not breathe under the crushing weight that was Nancy Wheeler’s smile.

And then they were there, in the dreadful rain, clothes sucked to their skin like leeches, one hoping a sword of lightning would run itself through her bloodless heart, the other having to rub rainwater from her eyes for staring up at the lean one.

“Look me in the eyes, Wheeler,” Robin said, still flushed red, “and tell me why you think I ran.”

Nancy blinked more water out of her eyes. “Because... I called you a flower? Look, I thought... Wait.” She took Robin by the chin and pulled her down to her level, squinting through the strain hardening like a vail over her eyes. Again, Robin’s heart discombobulated.

Nancy’s eyes went wide. “So you are blushing!”

Robin’s heart stopped mid-discombobulation and turned over its shoulder dumbly. “Uh... No shit, Nancy! I know! Why else would I look like I’ve just downed a jar of hot sauce?!”

“I don’t know! I thought you were pissed at me, but I wasn’t sure!”

“Nancy Wheeler, I swear on--”

“Do you like me, Robin?” Nancy was now gripping Robin by the collar of her jacket, face pinched around the eyes and lips. “Do you like me, like me?”

Robin did not choose her next words; it was likely the rest of her body, sick of the bottled up love she stored in her bones. Softly, limply, she said: “Yes. I really, really do, Nancy.”

And then this girl, this wildfire of a woman, grinned with her teeth, and Robin somehow immediately knew.

She nodded, and the wildfire devoured her.

Two burnt butterfly wings, crashing together and mending the tears. The rain turned to fuel, igniting the fire that these girls became under ashen clouds. They kissed, kissed, kissed like the other was of gold, a statue said to bring good luck by lips of well wishes. Robin’s hands on Nancy’s waist, like her hands were made for there; and Nancy’s fingers in tangles of brown honey, longing for the sweetness to be theirs alone.

Robin, in a rush of voracious fire coursing her veins, lifted Nancy up and spun her, a flower stealing right from the sun’s mouth. They spun as conjoined dandelion seeds blown into the wind, all smiles and muffled laughter that would draw them apart.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” said Robin, lips bruised by the sun.

“I’ll let you do it as many times as you like,” said Nancy, kissed pink by a flower.

Thanks for the prompt, Ma! Although it took my a while to figure out which path I wanted to take this story through, I ended up with something I quite like.

(PS if there are any typos, ignore them. I’m tired as hell and don’t have the energy to proofread.)

#ldoorin #heron's writing #ronance

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hiraya-sa-dilim · 5 months

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the boy and the heron has a wisdom none of miyazaki's other final films do. it illuminates so much imagery from his previous movies as the themes that shaped his career and his personal life. it finally closes the never-ending chapter of his childhood traumas, and it's a folk tale for his family and animation industry descendants, whether or not they carry on his torch or light their own fires. and hayao is both mahito and the old man because after decades playing god in his high tower, he's finally choosing to go home.

#the boy and the heron #hayao miyazaki #studio ghibli #film #writing #ako #2023

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nekoprankster218 · 5 months

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new trope I think The Boy and The Heron utilizes:

Refusal of the Call but with the upgrade of trying to Shoot the Messenger the whole time

#the boy and the heron #boy and the heron #studio ghibli #ghibli #tropes #writing trope #my post #my posts

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earthly-ali3n · 5 months

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every year or so tik tok starts debating who the “real mean girl” was in mean girls and i’m just so baffled by the lack of media comprehension. the point is that they are ALL MEAN GIRLS. Yes! Janis was a mean girl. But so was Regina. All of the girls were mean girls!!! That’s what the gym scene is about, every girl gong up on stage and admitting something horrible they’ve done to another person.

It’s why Cady’s character had to be home schooled and not just transferring from a different school. It had to show you that everyone is capable of being a “mean girl” because high school is kill or be killed. It’s so easy to hurt others in the name of protecting yourself. Even girls who were kind and wanted to be kind succumbed to being a “mean girl” in order to make it through the day.

Mean Girls isn’t about right vs wrong. It’s about hierarchies in high school, it’s about the performance of femininity, it’s about toxic femininity, it’s about expectations and the desire to be accepted.

#idk i just can’t stand it #maybe it’s not that deep but we watched mean girls in english class in hs and had to write a paper on it so i feel qualified #mean girls #cady heron #janis ian #regina george

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juniper-clan · 2 months

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I'm not saying you need to have a favorite, but which kit do you feel more attached to Heronstar?

#heron seems so happy with them I’m actually kinda surprised #you know when a character pulls the pencil out of your hand more or less and write themselves #she is doing that about the kits #warrior cats #clangen #clangen warrior cats #jcasks #warriors oc #wc #wc oc

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sygneth · 4 months

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Echoes of Elysium | Chapter 1 | Page 17

Page 16 Page 16.5 Page 18 Info & index - ComicFury

The plot thickens.

(Oh my god, I did it. I am having an extremely tough time lately (as half a year lately), and even pursuing my hobbies is hard, so I am glad for every page of this comic that I draw. I am not going to force myself to do more than I am capable of, but I hope it will eventually get more regular but I can't even try to predict when may this happen. Hopefully soon. Lots of love to everyone who reads, comments, and makes me keep going one way or another <3)

#echoes of elysium #disco elysium #disco elysium fanart #harry du bois #harry dubois #jean heron vicquemare #jean vicquemare #kim kitsuragi #my art #art #fan comic #webcomic #oh how i love writing dialogues for skills <3 <3 <3 #yes I decided to make echem strike HARD so. a bit of style experiment again?#idk i have been thinking to change the style more #like simplify it even more than it is now but #i am not sure how will that look. dunno. i guess i'll see.

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demigoddessqueens · 4 months

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fluff headcanons

Super excited for the new season, and had to come up with some fluff scenarios for some of my faves

Heron

He just needs someone to talk to, listen to him, hold him if he needs it, a close anchor as he navigates through his newfound life and powers

Apollo

Allow him to recite you a new poem he’s created in his spare time, or a new composition from his lyre

Ares

Not the most conventional type of fluff, but he’s either down for a good duel or wants you to help him relax after his fights

Hermes

Spending quiet quality time with the god messenger is the best way, given he’s most likely exhausted after his responsibilities

Seraphim

He needs all the fluff there is!!

In the rare moments he can, gentle touches and playing with his long braid are a sure wha to have him be putty in your hand

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mycological-mariner · 6 months

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Listen. Sword fights are always flirtatious. You can be the most straight-laced person in the world but as soon as you make eye contact with your opponent, you’re going to give them a cheeky little wink and they’re going to blow you a kiss and then you have to try and kill each other. That’s just how it is, I don’t make the rules

#fun things were happening at the last stage fight class #’shall I attack or shall you my dear?’#and by fun things I mean gay shit #I’m serious though!!!#what is it about swords that bring out the Romantic Poet Flirt?#yes as I was writing this I WAS also thinking of ewen and keith #the flight of the heron did something irreversible to my brain

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fetchen · 24 days

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★˙ ̟ fetchen: love drunk

stupid little fetchen drabble while i work on something else that’s also fetchen related!!! i keep thinking about pre-dating drunk fetchen dynamic at a party so here u guys go!!!

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gretchen can’t help but feel a little disoriented, what with the bass pumping all around her and the alcohol in her system practically coursing through her veins. the chatter of her classmates that surround her drill into her head as she takes another shot.

i miss karen. where’d she go?

and then she feels someone take her by her shoulders, leading her into a half-empty room. well, as empty as a room could be in the midst of a houseparty. she’s met with karen’s stupidly pretty, smiling face. it almost looks like she’s glowing.

“gretch!” karen yells over the music. “i needa tell you a secret!” karen’s smoothing her hair before she’s cupping gretchen’s face in her hands, her touch warmer than ever. she’s already giggling before she can say another word.

what’s she trying to say?

“gretch…i love you so much.” gretchen feels karen’s touch become just a little lighter. “like, i love you more than i love halloween; and-and butterflies; and fluffy, little dogs.” gretchen finds herself lost for words.

she loves me.

the second part of karen’s statement spills out of her, “and guess what! sometimes, i really, really wanna kiss you. like, on the lips.” karen seems to be unable to stop tittering. it takes a second for gretchen’s brain to catch up.

she wants to kiss me. wait, what?

“and y’know what else?” karen adds, “i wish i could date you. like, i love you but as way, way more than friends! like…i love you like how a boyfriend loves a girlfriend! but you don’t-” she’s tripping over her words as gretchen remains silent. “you don’t love me like that! and it kinda sucks really hard!”

gretchen opens her mouth to speak faster than she can think of a response but karen unknowingly cuts her off. “anyway! i’m gonna get another drink!” karen’s still smiling almost dreamily, her tongue between her teeth as she begins to walk away.

she wants to kiss me.

everything karen had just said hits gretchen like a truck. she takes karen’s hand before she can go any further.

i think i wanna kiss her.

so gretchen does. she’s unsure of where to put her hands or if she should even adjust them at all, terrified to make the wrong move. for once, she forces herself to make another bold choice, one that serves herself and nobody else. nobody else but karen.

she cups karen’s cheeks in her hands and steps a little bit closer- it’s all so much. the room is spinning around them both, although gretchen can’t tell if it’s the dizzying sensation of kissing her best friend after she’d basically told her she was in love with her or if it’s just the booze. maybe it’s because karen tastes so strongly of vodka.

they kiss until the need for air stabs at their chests and then they do it again and again and again. karen’s lips are soft and her arms are wrapped gently around gretchen in such a way that drives her insane. her own arms have moved down, now hooked around karen’s neck, wanting her even closer.

for the first time, gretchen’s stopped caring about the people around her and what they might think- what jason thinks. she’s kissing a girl who just so happens to be karen. karen just so happens to love her. this is the feeling she’s been needing, she’s sure of it.

when gretchen pulls away, struggling to catch her breath, she’s again met with karen’s stupidly pretty, smiling face.

god, she’s so pretty.

i think i love her too.

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pezberrywhoreee · 9 days

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'Pliable'

pairing: dom!regina george x sub!cady heron

words: 2,361

content warning: mommydom!regina, puppysub!cady, bdsm, d/s dynamic, mommy kink, use of "puppy", wet dream, somnophilia, cnc, brief cunt inspection, strap, breathplay, spit play, light mocking, rough sex, praise, orgasm denial

summary: whatever mommy wants, she gets...no matter what

Regina groaned as she stirred from her sleep when she heard quiet whimpering beside her.

Her eyes started to flutter open and adjusted to the darkness of the room as the whimpers turned into broken breaths, slight shuffles bringing her attention towards her girl.

The blonde turned her body to fully face the writhing girl, a tired smirk turning up her lips when she saw the barley noticeable movement of hips rhythmically pushing up into the air.

Regina watched for a moment to see if Cady would wake from the obvious sexually charged dream, testing how her body reacted to a soft touch spanning the length of her arm.

With a fleeting touch to her hip, the blonde quietly got off the bed, grabbing her phone and made her way to the bathroom to wash away the residual sleep from her face.

She took a moment to admire her reflection, her gaze moving from her half lidded eyes accompanied by the slight smirk that adorned her fresh face. She took in how her sleep shirt fell to expose her midriff and the waistband of her boxers flatteringly. Regina momentarily scrunched her nose in satisfaction.

She confidently snuck back into the dark room to retrieve a black leather harness, as well as a ribbed attachable appendage. Regina made her way back to the bathroom, shuffling out of her boxers and stepping into the legs of the leather.

Expertly, she secured the buckles on her hips, making sure that fit was snug so that the leather would rub against her in addition.

A low groan left her at the secure feeling against her body, aiding in the intensifying of the dominance that she has grown to love.

The girl turned to check out how the straps framed her ass. She grabbed her phone and quickly took a few pictures in her current position, looking at the camera over her shoulder, her ass pushed out and her lips between her teeth.

She attached the toy into the rings before giving herself one last look and slinking back into the bed. A new wave of desire landed in her core at the now whinier sounds that were building in Cady's chest and intensified by desperate rolls of her hips.

Carefully, Regina moved the sleeping girl's hands out of the way, making her all that more vulnerable and open to her ministrations. She peeled back the blanket that was draped over Cady's lower body, humming lowly as her eyes raked down the length of her bare body.

She tried to suppress a chuckle at the shiver and following buck of her hips that possessed the sleeping girl. Regina loved how responsive the girl was. Especially when she was unconscious.

The blonde softly draped a leg over the one closest to her and brought her hands up Cady's jaw. Dull nails skirted around the soft skin, fingers tracing the definition of bone as she carefully listened to breathing that was growing more intense.

A low purr left Regina as she brought up her thumb to toy with the girls damp lips. Running her finger along the pliant flesh, she studied the pattern of breaths that came with each unsatisfying push of hips, more frustrated whines leaving her in turn.

That hand traveled down Cady's body, bluntly scratching at her neck and navel before landing between spread thighs.

Regina situated herself between the girls legs, laying on her stomach comfortably to get a better angle for her plan.

She meticulously spread Cady's legs further to get better access to slick cunt. The backlit sheen coming from the bathroom light allowed the blonde to get a glimpse of the growing arousal accumulating between the girls legs.

Regina brought her thumbs up to spread her open, a wave of air brushing against the warmth of her cunt which elicited a stronger roll of her hips, still desperately searching for contact.

The blonde chuckled quietly at the action as a thumb slid down through the mess and over her steadily leaking hole.

"Mmm~ so pretty", she whispered as her arousal caught the dull light.

Teasingly, Regina circled her thumb around her hole, shallowly dipping in to encourage more arousal to drool out of her. There still was no sign of the girl waking besides certain whimpers that were clearer.

With a smirk, she slid her thumb up through her weeping slit and pressed into the aching nerve that had been begging for attention.

Cady's mouth dropped open and her eyes slightly fluttered at the pressure against her. She began to sleepily rub herself up against the force, mindlessly bringing her legs up to bend at the knees, framing the blonde below her.

The blonde pressed a few wet kisses to both thighs as she kept her thumb still, letting the girl inconsistently push up into her touch.

She attentively watched each change of the girls expression, the heaving of her chest, the eager to relaxed thrusts into her hand. The way that she would submit without question even from an unconscious fantasy.

Regina felt a shiver run through her from the increasing control settling in her body and mind. Her growing arousal due to the pliability of the girl in this moment probably attributed to that too.

Once she felt that she had brought a satisfactory amount of teasing upon the sleeping girl, she pushed herself up and began peppering kisses up her body. Starting at her stomach and up to her chest where she left a few nips, all the way up to her neck and the underside of her jaw.

Regina made sure to pull back as to not startle the girl. "Can you turn around for mommy?" she purred as grabbed her waist and softly encouraged her to roll towards the middle of the bed.

"Very good~". The blonde whispered as she heard a a groan accompanying the excessive amount of movement for the sleeping girl.

Cady safely rolled onto her stomach with minimal whining at which the blonde was very impressed with, considering her insistent claim that the girl was the most responsive person she'd ever met.

Regina swiftly grabbed a thick pillow at the same time as she pulled the girls right arm from under her chest that had gotten trapped during the shift in position, ensuring that she wouldn't wake up from the sudden discomfort.

Just as quickly she pulled Cady's hips up and wedged the pillow beneath her pelvis, lifting her for better access and the benefit of the angle.

Regina let out a tired breath as she pulled back for a minute so that the girl could fall back into sleep after so much movement.

This gave time for the blonde to collect herself before reaching for some lube in the drawer and applying a considerable amount to the toy, as well as Cady.

She watched her breathing even out once more, shaking her head in disbelief when the girl now started pushing her hips down into the pillow, instantly transporting back into the dream.

Regina embellished the girls back with hungry kisses, letting her teeth drag across the supple skin to illicit those little gasps that she loved. She braced her forearms on either side of Cady's head before reaching down and expertly guiding the strap into the girls entrance.

The blonde slowly pushed into the girl, her mouth gaping when she bottomed out and the flat of the leather firmly pushed against her own aching cunt. She stayed in that position to see how the sleeping girl would react but all she got was a hitch of her breath.

Just as slowly the blonde pulled back out, one of her hands went down to grip the bend of the girls torso that transitioned into her pelvis. She let out a shaky breath when she pushed back into her.

The adrenaline of using the malleable girl caught up to her as she started to get into an agonisingly slow rhythm, feeling her own clit throb against the snug material.

Shallow breaths knocked out of her lungs at each deep thrust that she pushed into Cady, humming as little whimpers start flowing out of her.

Regina carefully watched as the girl moved her arms under her head to rest on them, louder mewls leaving her. The blonde gave a soft laugh as Cady finally pushed her ass back into her touch.

On a specifically deep push of the toy Cady let out a heavy gasp, as if she hadn't been breathing all night. Regina had been waiting for a similar reaction as soon as the girl started shifting, which is why she reacted with an expected chuckle.

"Mommy?" the girl slurred, the word sounding more like a hum than anything. Her cunt clamped down on the strap as soon as she had the energy to, small whines leaving her.

Regina kept pushing now that she knew the girl was gaining consciousness. "Sorry puppy, you looked so pretty and open and I couldn't help— myself. Go back to sleep, baby" she purred against the side of her head.

"Mmmhave you been— fucking me this whole—time?" Cady groaned as feeling in her body started to be clearer, feeling each breath and brush and fuck against her.

Regina chuckled at the girls phrasing as well as her bluntness. "Maybe—why? you want me to stop?" the blonde asked as she slowly encouraged the girl to push up on to her knees as she pulled at her hips.

Cady whined as she was once again moved to satisfy Regina's needs. "Mmmno" the girl hummed as she continued to push back against the moving toy.

"That's what I thought~" Regina purred as she grabbed the girls hips, her thumbs almost touching eachother against the girls lower back before putting her weight into her hands, forcing Cady into the mattress and driving into her.

Cady felt herself sink into submission at the way the blonde physically put her down, the grip on her body intense and desperate and inconsiderate. A gutteral moan escaped her as she was consistently pushed deeper into headspace.

"Fuck— hands above your head" Regina commanded, a certain needy push of Cady's hips directly grinding against her clit.

Cady released an exhausted breath as she reached to straighten out her arms in front of her. Her eyes fluttered when she heard the satisfied laugh behind her. "Good listening, pup~" hummed the blonde.

Her hummed 'thank you' got muffled by the pillow at her head but Regina managed to catch it along with the whimper that came with it.

"Were you dream—dreaming about mommy?" the blonde pushed as she continued fucking into the smaller girl, mesmerised at how her ass met with her hips. Her hand found it's way underneath the girl and between her legs, lightly toying with her swollen clit.

Cady hummed affirmatively, now trying to get into a rhythm of grinding against the blondes fingers as well as back against her strap, whiney moans flowing out of her.

She knew that Regina was waiting for her to continue. "You were—using my mmmouth and you made me suck your strap—and I was in chastity" the smaller girl cried as the blonde drove into her with more vigour.

Regina didn't really care, she just wanted to hear the girl struggle to get words out. The blonde found pride in fucking the intelligence out of the girl. "Is that so?" she feigned interest.

Cady responded with a shaky hum before she felt her head being forced backwards.

"Open your mouth~" Regina purred as she brought Cady's torso off the bed, pulling her hair to bend her neck as far as possible.

Regina grinned when she saw her girl with her tongue out, little mewls leaving her as the toy was buried deep inside her at the change in position.

Cady watched with half lidded eyes as the blonde collected saliva in her mouth before leaning over and positioning her mouth over the desperate one. She allowed a thick string of spit to fall into the girls mouth, pushing in the bit that escaped with her thumb.

A hand on Cady's back pushed her into her previous position before she could even swallow the blondes essence. That moment settled directly in her core, whimpering desperately as soon as she was able to fuck back against the blonde.

Regina picked up that the girls sounds were getting more frequent and higher, a smug smirk pulling at her lips as she moved a hand to cover Cady's mouth and continue to pull her back by the hips.

The small girl felt her eyes roll at the move. She felt completely controlled and useless under Regina's touch, like a puppet or a toy being used to appease only the player.

"Shhh~ go back to sleep, baby. I'll try to keep it down" the blonde pushed her feigned care further as she fucked into her relentlessly.

Cady whined at the sub-textual simple disregard of her efforts as Regina ground against her ass, the moans from her lips starting to sound familiar in their high-pitched nature.

"You're making mommy feel so good~". The blonde whimpered as each thrust rubbed against her in the perfect way.

Throaty groans were forced out of Cady as she felt the build up of a climax making itself known, intensified by the harsh grip on her jaw.

"Take it, baby" the blonde attempted to growl but it came out as more of a breath, taken aback by the short cries that got caught in the back of Cady's throat, almost resembling puppy cries without the whine.

These cries that increased in pitch paired with the constant pressure against the blondes clit pushed her over the edge, pushing into the girl one last time with a low moan.

She could feel Cady physically vibrating below her, presumably desperate to have her own climax, however Regina just leaned over her back pushing the exhausted girl down into the bed.

"Sorry did I wake you up? My bad, puppy" the blonde teased before pressing a soft kiss to the girls cheek and drifting back into sleep.

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emilyjunk · 1 month

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Ship: Cady/Regina Words: ~3600 Rating: Teen? Bordering on mature, but like. Mature Lite. Summary:

"While Regina doesn’t trust math nerds not to hit on her girl, who is arguably the hottest math nerd since Katherine Johnson, she feels absolutely no insecurity about Cady even looking at anyone else these days. Like, obviously, she doesn’t really believe Cady would do that, because Cady is genuinely a good person who loves her (these are Regina’s daily affirmations after their latest breakup, FYI), but Regina finds peace of mind in knowing that Cady’s peers are geeks who couldn’t tell Maddens from Doc Martens." For the multiple prompters asking for jealous Regina. This is... sort of that. LOL.

Read on AO3 :)

Grad School Universe

#cadina #mean girls 24 #mean girls #mean girls the musical the movie #cady heron #regina george #grad school universe #my writing #my stuff

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nancyqueerler · 2 years

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what if robin rambles about how pretty nancy is in one of the languages she speaks (maybe french?) because she assumes that nancy doesn’t understand her but then one day nancy just replies to robins french gay panic in french because of course nancy wheeler is fluent in it

The French parts are going to be in italics. Enjoy!

"Speak to me like one of your French girls," Nancy said derisively, pinching a laugh in her mouth.

Robin, of course, internally burst into flames. The heat blistered up from her toes to her cheeks, scorching them enough to be mistaken for sunburn. Her eyes even watered, and her stomach twisted in on itself. It was like stepping on a mousetrap and thinking that little thing would be your killer.

She took too long to respond but was quick enough in her recovery that she managed to squeak out: "What?"

Beneath her, the quilt Nancy's grandmother had gifted her was becoming ripples of sweltering dunes sinking into Robin's flesh like water through a sponge. Everything was too hot. Suddenly, their close proximity—Nancy relaxing on her thigh with one arm supporting her, one breath forward and she would be entirely on top of Robin, who was lying with her hands behind her head and whose shirt had hitched up enough to unveil half of her abdomen (she hadn't been aware of that before, but she sure was now)—felt like a lava lake had just ruptured through the space between them.

"Come on." Nancy lifted off her underpinning arm and accommodated until she sat criss-crossed. "Tell me something in French. Something classy."

"Something classy? How would you know if it's classy? I could, I don't know, say Steve shit his pants and you wouldn't know. That's not classy, Nance." Robin bit her tongue enough that she wish she would just chomp it off, lose all ability to make coherent words.

At this, Nancy paused and considered something. Then her smile grew suspiciously wide and said: "You're right, I wouldn't know. But I think I can trust you to give me something good."

Robin thought that dying right there would be better than anything ever. An odd thing snapped in her brain like a rubber band or an explosive. It caught her cold and fused with the sweat that clung to her back like remora to a shark. It bled and echoed: You’re like the sun.

“You’re like the sun,” she repeated, as though the words lopped off her brain and fell to her mouth. But what was strange was that, it came out in French. She had not expected to say anything, really, but for it to have come out in a hearty French accent, too, made her tongue feel peculiar.

She watched Nancy cock her head to the side, almost in surprise, but if it had been, then she disguised it too well with contentment for Robin to allow herself to become curious. A slew of words was already jumbling up in her mouth anyway.

“Should I go on?” Robin was all nerves at this point, her tongue and teeth buzzing for use. She still felt herself melting from the inside out, but she supposed it would be worth it if she got the chance to confess to Nancy by word of her mother tongue.

“Please do.” Nancy stowed away her elbows on her thighs and sat her jaw on her knuckles. There was a particular twinkle to her ever-present smile that Robin did not let herself dwell on.

Robin cracked her fists, pressing a thumb on fingers till they popped, and breathed uneasily. If she did not speak now, her ribcage would cave in on itself out of cowardice.

“You are a rose in a snowstorm. You are the incarnate of a lion’s heart.” Her throat became dry and rusted quite quickly, so she resolved with her saliva for the moment. “You are the clover I keep in my pocket for luck. Nance, you are my epitome of beauty.”

The feeling of pronouncing the words she had kept pinned to her teeth for so long was like a dam finally giving way. Her heart melted off her ribs like honey, and the heat of her body was reaching levels that could make her eyes glaze over. When beauty fell from her mouth, every part of her body compressed with an eye-popping pressure, but perhaps it was because she had immediately held her breath.

Nancy was staring at her for a long time. They sort of sat there for too long, with Robin holding the urge to jump up in a fit of anxiety. Robin could not read the girl’s eyes, and that scared the ever-living shit out of her.

“Wow, Robin,” she finally said, “is French your first language?” She practically glowed in the dimming light of the afternoon, like an angel fresh through the gates of Heaven. Robin wished her heart would mend itself before she did something utterly stupid.

She nodded, ruffling a hand into her hair. “Yeah, my parents raised me on it, mostly. Now I only speak it with them, of course, since none of my friends know how to. It’s... cool.” I need to stop talking, she thought.

“It is cool. I like the sound of your voice,” Nancy said, and Robin almost blacked out.

The following day, Robin was feeling giddy. Although she understood that she had technically not confessed her feelings for Nancy, it had felt like a massive boulder had been untethered from her shoulders. She walked with a pep in her step, a smile constantly picking at her lips, and pleasing thoughts.

She and Nancy had arranged to meet up with Max at the Mayfield’s residence to help her catch up on some homework. However, she worried that the tiny redhead would sniff out her cheerfulness before she even took a step through the door.

And her concerns were correct—Max had immediately pointed a brow at her when she opened the door.

“What’s got you smiling?” she’d said as she stepped aside for Robin to walk in. Nancy was already sitting by a coffee table, hair pinned to the back of her head, with papers and books strewn across the surface. Three fingers carried her head, and her lips were pursed cutely as she skimmed whatever it was they had been studying before Robin arrived.

Robin had not responded to Max, instead tousled her hair lovingly. About two hours of knocking knowledge into Max’s brain passed when she told Robin to go fetch some snacks from the kitchen. She did as ordered and came back with armfuls of chips and bags of cookies.

She sat back down and saw that they had taken out a booklet titled: French for Beginners.

“Are you sure you can help me with French?” Max questioned, flipping through the pages with brows knitted into one. Nancy nodded, glancing at a confused Robin.

She hummed, took the booklet from Max, and began to read. “Here, let’s start with this. Hello, my name is Nancy Wheeler. Easy, right?” she said smiling, pointedly avoiding Robin’s gaze.

That was near perfect pronunciation... Robin thought, a bag of chips popping in her fist.

“Wait, that actually sounded good. Say something else.” Max took the booklet from Nancy, paged through until she found some phrase she decided was satisfactory. She handed it back, but her smile was strangely mischievous.

Nancy read: “Would you like to go to dinner some time?” and just then, she finally locked her eyes with Robin’s.

Fuck.

“You... know French.”

“Yeah... My aunt taught Mike and I. We mostly talk it with each other to mess with our parents, but yeah.” Nancy hid half her face behind the booklet. Robin hardly heard her from the sound of blood bubbling in her ears.

“So...” Nancy started again, peeking at Max, who was sitting far too happily watching Robin melt down to a puddle. “Do you?”

“Do—what? I—uhm, I don’t know anything about... What the fuck.”

“Robin, do you or do you not want to go out with me?”

Robin fumbled through her words, stuttering like a fish out of water until Max swooped in. Her patience had been stretched thin, it seemed.

“Damn it, both of you!” Max groaned loudly, planting her forehead between her arms on the coffee table. “Of course Robin wants to go out with you! She called you a rose in a snowstorm, the incarnate of a lion’s heart, for fuck’s sake! Now, you two love birds can settle on when and where later. Let’s get back to what we actually came here for, hm?” She finished with a smile and snatched a pencil from the floor beside her, flipping open a notebook until she found her most recent notes.

They did not speak about what had gone down for the rest of the studying session, but what surprised Robin was that she had not felt some kind of awkward haze clog up the atmosphere. Instead, it was warm between all three of them.

Somehow, someway, when Nancy and Robin bid their farewells to the little Mayfield, they walked out with their pinkies entwined and smiles adorning their faces like floral wreaths.

Do I kind of hate this? Yes. Am I too tired to rewrite it? Yes. I hope everyone who made it this far liked it, at least! Thanks for the prompt.

#ronance #heron's writing

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erikahenningsen · 19 days

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22. A french kiss/kiss with tongue

cc: @emilyjunk

Part 1 / Part 2

Last week, in Honors Ancient Greek Literature, Mr. Rapp had introduced them to the Myth of Sisyphus, and Regina had laughed.

You're laughing, Janis had texted Regina under her desk. Sisyphus is condemned to endlessly roll a boulder up a mountain and you're laughing.

Regina had gotten a stern admonishment from her teacher, but she couldn't find it in herself to care—not when she's in an eerily similar hell of her own making.

Here Regina is, at the base of the mountain, when Cady drops her backpack onto Regina's floor and says, "So Aaron did this weird thing this past weekend."

Regina, who has developed some warped Pavlovian response to the mention of Aaron—a mix of both anticipation and dread—raises her eyebrows in expectation.

"So we were kissing," Cady says, and Regina's heart rate picks up at the same time her stomach twists, "and he..." She pauses, making a face. "Licked me? Like on the lips. Is that normal?"

"Well, yeah," Regina says. "Have you never kissed someone with tongue before?"

Cady huffs. "You know I haven't."

"Right," Regina mutters, mostly to herself. "Well, I guess if you've never done it before, it would seem really weird."

"Yeah, I think he could tell I didn't know what was happening," Cady admits, running a hand through her hair. For some reason, she seems genuinely upset by this.

"I mean, if you don't like it, you don't have to do it," Regina says, although she can't imagine Aaron, the least confrontational person Regina has met in her entire life, forcing anyone to do anything.

"But I want to," Cady says earnestly and—okay, that kind of hurts.

Cady looks at her. Regina looks back.

"So..." Cady says, with a meaningful look. "Can we... practice?"

Regina should say no. She should really, really say no. She can't imagine a way that this ends that isn't very, very bad.

"Okay," Regina says.

She starts pushing the boulder up the mountain.

Cady comes to sit next to Regina on Regina's bed, then scoots a little closer, bracing one hand on the bed.

"Okay, um..." Regina murmurs, moving so they're close enough to be breathing the same air.

Cady places a hand on Regina's cheek with a confidence that makes Regina inhale sharply. She tries not to think about the experience that Cady has gained between when they first kissed and now.

Regina places her hands on Cady's waist and leans in, halting just before their lips touch to instruct, "So when you feel my tongue, just open your mouth a little bit."

Cady nods, barely perceptible, and Regina closes the distance between them.

Cady's lips are just as soft as Regina remembers, and she's almost embarrassed by the way she immediately feels hot, all over her body. For a moment, she forgets what she's supposed to be doing, lost in the feeling of Cady's lips slotted perfectly against hers.

Regina is suddenly aware of how nervous she is, even though she's been kissing boys with tongue since she was twelve. Carefully, as though Cady might suddenly change her mind and back away, she traces her tongue across the seam of Cady's lips.

Cady tenses, and for a second Regina thinks she might pull back, but then she parts her lips—a little too wide, so Regina gently guides her mouth closed a bit with a a hand on her jaw.

Regina tilts her head and brushes her tongue against Cady's. Somewhat unsurprisingly, Cady doesn't move, just keeps her lips parted exactly as instructed, so Regina strokes her tongue more purposefully, coaxing it to life.

Seeming to get the hint, Cady starts to respond, pressing a bit closer with a soft sound that Regina knows will be playing on a loop in her brain later. Regina traces the roof of Cady's mouth, sweeping in broad strokes, and is rewarded with the hand on her cheek sliding around to the back of her neck to pull her impossibly closer.

Experimentally, Regina retreats, but leaves her lips parted invitingly. For a moment, they sit their awkwardly breathing into each other's mouths, before Cady gets with the program and tentatively begins to explore Regina's mouth with her tongue.

It's like every fantasy Regina has desperately wished she never had has come to life, and all Regina can do is cling to Cady's waist as Cady's tongue dips lower to sweep over her bottom lip, then her top—and Regina lets her, frankly impressed that she hasn't passed out or started hyperventilating with how fast her heart is slamming into her ribs.

And then, totally without her permission, Regina moans, a deep sound originating in her chest expelled directly into Cady's mouth.

Regina pulls back abruptly, feeling her face start to burn. She looks anywhere but at Cady.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is heavy breathing.

"Wow," Cady says. Regina refuses to look at her, but she knows she looks beautiful. "Um, thanks."

"Yeah," Regina says, voice hoarse. "Anytime."

The boulder rolls back down the mountain.

#i guess i'm taking prompts by text now too #a lil homage to your fic angie <3 #cadina #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #mean girls the musical #regina george #cady heron #prompts #sleep eludes me so. here i am. writing cadina.

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lastwave · 1 year

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aghj fuck everything ok. i say this as someone who enjoys analyzing jean! hes an interesting little guy. but so so many people refuuuuse to acknowledge just how much privilege jean has over harry as an ablebodied, never-addict, (comparatively) ableminded, and arguably straight dude.

SO LIKE. Harry's very chronically ill like. canonically. post polio syndrome, all the shit that comes with hep c (joint pain, organ damage, etc etc), and his use of speed implies chronic fatigue. AND when jean gets to him after the tribunal he has at LEAST one gunshot wound (in some playthroughs he gets shot twice), and we don't even know if Kim GOT the bullet(s) out. jean is ablebodied. he has facial scarring from when he had smallpox(?) but other than that he seems to have made a full recovery while harry never did- harry still has partial paralysis. and even IF jean was in some form chronically ill, still jean feels entitled to make some smarmy comment about disability pension even tho harry has more than earned that shit.

its very easy to see the subtext that jean thinks harry deserves this. he basically outright says it in the "you know what he told me?" line. he took that not as a sign that something was deeply fucking wrong and that harry needed help (which, btw, "i want to get worse" is almost always a cry for help and an indication that someone has completely given up), but jean took it as someone accepting whats coming to them and that harry needed to learn a lesson. which, depending on the playthrough, harry was a major ass, but during the midst of a mental breakdown is NOT the time to address that. and that isn't teaching a lesson.

its exacting revenge jean felt entitled to for "putting up" with him. he thinks hes some martyr- and not even for harry's assholery. to be clear. in the fascist and some moralist playthroughs jean expresses frustration at having to go to sensitivity training. not what harry actually said. which, while speaking volumes abt harry's character, also says a fuck ton about jean's. ALSO, there are several instances where he complains about conservative talking points- "falling marriage rates", "the liberals" (in context of the f slur, not economic liberalism). which leaves one thing for jean to be upset over- harry's addiction, mental illness and disability.

its very very simple! jean thinks that harry deserves bad things because he's an addict, and thinks that harry's a burden because he's both mentally and physically disabled. and its not frustration that comes from a place of love, because otherwise he would have fucking been there. he would have reintroduced himself when he realized harry did for real have total retrograde amnesia. the fact anyone even let harry continue the investigation after finding out abt that is pretty damn heinous.

he doesn't HAVE sympathy for harry and he doesn't care about his well being- jean cares about what harry's presence in his life makes him feel like. Jean likes to pity himself and Harry's existence lets him position himself as some long suffering angel that "so graciously keeps giving harry chances". this is especially apparent in the "sorry i didn't feel like buttering you up, i have clinical depression" line. (sorry WHAT about a man that tries to drown himself in his car by driving it over a roof implies not depressed?).

like. even ignoring all of harry's other shit he had before the bender, retrograde amnesia and functional clinical depression are not comparable. that AND harry probably has a dissociative disorder AND some form of mania its just ??????

jeans very very privileged over harry and exerts it often. hes an asshole. a very interesting asshole! but an asshole nonetheless

#hugh txt #disco elysium #and to be clear i do not give a shit what luiga says mans didn't even write the character #jean heron vicquemare

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mmoodd-jobutupaki · 5 months

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*takes a deep breath* AHHHHHDKAJFKSJA

I JUST WATCHED BOY AND THE HERON AND I LOVE IT SM AND IT'S SO GOOD.

So obvs, it's studio ghibli, it's gna be some of the prettiest stuff you've ever seen. So many scenery frames made me think "I'm gna scour the internet for them and repaint them as art practice. It resembles smudgy oil paintings rather than studio ghibli's gouache style (see spirited away, Totoro) but it's honestly beautiful nonetheless, and seeing it on the big screen made me feel like I was in the movie. There's even a stone passage that looks like the one from Coraline. The animation works so smoothly to make the film an overall wonderful immersive experience.

The character design was so good. You have your classic ghibli, countryside, apron wearing girl. Your boy with spiky hair. And probably the best addition of a butch seafarer, Kiriko, dubbed by Florence Pugh (oh my goodness I am too gay for this). The grannies were so inexplicably lovely and visually distinct I just want a hug from them. The wizard (Mark Hamill having this otherworldly yet grounded design and amazing hair. The heron was oddly grotesque without being scary (this is such a gift only japanese have.) and his various designs fluctuate along with the story. I was surprisingly intrigued by the fact that even in crane form, he had human teeth. And ofc THE WARAWARA.

GOSH THEY ARE ADORABLE I LOVE THESE DAMN TAPIOCA PEARL LOOKING THINGS THEY HAD ME SQUEALING IN THE THEATRE EITH HOW CUTE THEY ARE.

The score is beautiful and I dare say that it's on par, maybe even better than the Spiderverse score (and that's REALLY HIGH praise coming from me, I love the Spiderverse score to the point where it's on my Spotify wrapped.) I loved how the use of motifs, especially in relation to magic in the film. And definitely need to go give it more listens. 11/10 would recommend listening to it even outside of the film, it's just that great, give it a Grammy or smth.

Humor in this film is hilarious without being corny. It's very on the nose, what's currently happening in the scene humor. Characters (won't say who) also have amazing dynamics that supply a lot of humor for the film. Obviously we have that last snippet from the trailer and I'll give you this out of context "Mahito's turned into a parakeet"

The story is very easy to follow. The first half of the story is very grounded. And even in the second fantastical half, the visuals and little sprinkles of just the right amount of information help to guide us through the amazing fantastical world. Nothing ever feels too spoonfed to the audience or too overwhelming.

Spoilers below the cut

Character was great too. The main cast each have a very touching emotional aspect and nothing is what it seems, not from the trailers and not even within the show. Characters go on journeys you never could've expected from the beginning of the show. Such as the heron, who I genuinely thought from trailers was gna be the bad guy but turned into a genuine, squat goblin companion. And the parakeet king goddamn I thought he was gna be a good guy with his "we must protect this world" gig, not some giant cannibalistic parakeet with a surprising penchant for sneaking. Anyway, I especially loved how we meet characters almost multiple times with how we're introduced to different versions of them. Kiriko>>>

The moral of this story had me confused ngl, but I'm fcking dumb and need to go read some analysis so ignore this. The main message I got was that "Life is shit. But it's worth living and I can make it better for myself. Through friends, I don't have to be alone through it all" which made me tear up ngl since I've been struggling with life this year and seeing how our boy Mahito went from being a closed off lil squat to that *cries*. Personally I interpreted the great granduncle and his blocks as seeing what's wrong with the system the older generation has built, and demanding more from it/straight up turning away from it. Also Mahito learning to let go of his mom. The pelicans wanting the best for their children and not always liking what they have to do for survival as a link to war soldiers @hamable . I also read from @simplysparrow14 and @rockpaperimpala the film is also Miyazaki coming to the realisation that 'studio ghibli will be his legacy and it will be put to rest, it won't be the same if continued without him and that's okay' and ow I just got hit in the feels.

To summarize the boy and the heron excelled, slaps, is show stopping, brilliant, awesome, a true work of art and soul and 11000/10 go watch it ON THE BIG SCREEN I am not joking.

#ahh i just saw it #it's so good #*cries*#110000/10I love this film #go watch it #amazing showstopping brilliant talented #soulful #the boy and the heron #studio ghibli #hayao miyazaki #art #also it's like 2am here I stayed up writing this

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