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kae-xii · 1 month
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KRIS (-_-) - [ wip ]
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dorotheafromthesea · 1 year
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If Robin wouldn’t know better, she would describe Nancy’s expression as terrified when she enters Family Video. She tries to ignore it as she snaps a short “Steve stacks the new tapes in the back” at Nancy and continues to focus on the rewind in front of her without looking further at the other girl.
Nancy doesn’t answer and Robin is surprised to see her still standing in front of her when she finally lifts her head and meets Nancy’s eyes for the first time in weeks.
“I’m not here for Steve. Could we- could we two talk for a moment?” Nancy’s voice breaks at the end, but Robin only stares at her. She won’t make this easy for her. Not after what had happened. Not after a drunken Nancy had whispered in her ear that she liked her, she really liked her, not after Nancy had kissed her only to vanish the next morning before Robin is awake, not after she ignored all her calls and avoided her for weeks.
Robin had been surprised when Nancy and her became real friends after spring break without all the interdimensional monster hunting and saving each other’s lives. Pleasantly surprised, but still surprised. Beginning with an awkward encounter in Family Video, where Nancy invited Robin to a sleepover, the two soon spend more and more time together. At school they ate lunch together, they studied with each other and their sleepovers became a weekly date. And as if it was inevitable, after some time, Robin had to admit to herself that she once again fell for a straight girl. But their new friendship was too valuable for her so she buried these feelings deep down and hoped she would get over it eventually. And it worked, it worked until this party-
“Robin, please, only five minutes?” Nancy’s quiet voice pulls Robin out of her thoughts and her eyes look pleadingly towards her, slowly filling with tears.
Robin sighs, “Fine, five minutes, but no second longer!”
“Steve, I will take five” she shouts at the back and heads out, where she waits for Nancy with her arms crossed.
“Robin, I- “
Robin slowly raises one of her eyebrows and when Nancy doesn’t continue, she is about to go back inside, but Nancy catches her wrist and finally finds to courage to say the words she’s been thinking about back and forth in her head for so long.
“I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I was scared. All these feelings were so new to me. Even with Jonathan I never felt this way. And in the beginning, I told myself that I just didn’t know female friendships anymore. That these were totally normal and platonic feelings for a female friend. That it is normal to wish to hold the hand of a friend, to wish to be close to you, to wish to touch your face and your hair. But when I imagined how it would be like to count all the freckles in your face and trace them with my fingers- I-“
Nancys voice breaks again, Robin can see the first tears falling down her face and thinks for a moment that she won’t continue. But once she began, Nancy wants to finish for what she came for.
“And then in that night, when I finally found out how your lips feel on mine, how soft your hair is and how warming your arms are, I was no longer able to hide from myself. Not that I didn’t still try. I left the next morning without notice because I wasn’t ready to dig in these feelings. My entire life my parents have been telling me that these feelings are wrong and I thought that I could forget them. But I can’t. I can’t get you out of my mind, I can’t stop thinking about us and I can’t escape from these feelings. I tried so hard only to fail again and again. I was so afraid. Please understand that I was afraid. I never meant to ruin things. I never meant to ruin us.”
Tears are now streaming down Nancy’s cheeks and her hands hover between them, not sure whether Robin would allow her touch.
“And now? Are you still afraid?” Robin’s voice sounds softer as it has before and her hands move slowly towards Nancy’s as she whispers the words.
“Yes” Robin shrugs at this and pulls back her hands abruptly.
“Why did you come here then?” her voice sounds sharper than she intended to, but the pain is still too much for her.
“Yes I am afraid. But I- I also want to be brave. I want to be brave for us and I want to give us a chance- if you want to give me a second chance?”
Nancy’s hand is still trembling between them as Robin finally decides to close the distance between them and accepts the touch. Her fingers cautiously wipe away the tears and she gently takes Nancy’s face in her hand.
“Are you sure about this? Because I really want this. I wanted this for so long and our first kiss was like heaven for me, but the weeks afterwards were like hell. You really hurt me and I don’t want, no I can’t go through this again.” Robin notices how desperate this sounds but can't help herself. Her eyes waver towards Nancy's and she silently pleads for the right answer.
“Yes Robin, I want this. I want you and I- Can I kiss you?”
“Y-Yes” Robins voice is husky as she replies and cautiously, Nancy brings her lips onto Robin’s. Their second kiss is wet and tastes of salt and begins careful as if both of them fear that the other one will disappear if they are too brisk. Slowly Nancy deepens the kiss and Robin slings her arm around Nancy’s waist to bring her even closer. When they finally pull back, Nancy rests her forehead against Robin’s and mumbles “I missed you Rob, I really missed you.”
“I missed you too”
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aceghosts · 1 year
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OC Moodboard: Blue Murphy + ⭐(The Five Years Later AU)
Requested by: @socially-awkward-skeleton
"Five years after their final confrontation with Joseph Seed at his main compound, Park Ranger Blue Murphy and the rest of Hope County continue to move on with their lives, free of Eden's Gate. However, when Eden's Gate reappears under a new leader, Blue is asked by the FBI to help with their investigation, specifically to get Joseph Seed to talk. Haunted by Joseph Seed and Eden's Gate, Blue refuses, wanting nothing to do with him. When sinister forces start to threaten their life, Blue realizes they're going to have to rely on Joseph, the man who started this all, to survive."
[Send Me an Symbol for a Moodboard]
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witches-and-devils · 1 year
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Kinktober Day Seven, Sex Toys
Hey, warning! Smut under here with sex toys, monster fucking, face fucking, and (implied?) orgasm denial. Enjoy!
    It had been a lovely day. Ace had finally managed to clean the entirety of their hideout, did some work on the garden, practiced, and now he was happily drying his hair as he pulled it out of the sink with a low hum. No distractions, no problems that needed to be solved. Just a simple day where he’d been allowed to catch up on all the things he’d been dying to get done. And the best part? The entire time, he’d been playing a little game with Damascus.
    It was simple, really. He’d happened to stop by a sex shop during his last trip into town and picked himself up a few things, and now the pair were wandering about the house as if nothing was going on. Aside from the times that Damascus would activate the vibrator attached to the tip of Ace’s cock. At first, the Demon had wanted to try them out in a more public space, but he’d managed to convince him otherwise with the offer of being able to pin him down to a nearby surface at any point without the worry about getting fucked over by someone spotting them.
    Ace had also picked up a cock ring, which Damascus had been wearing for a while now as he watched the redhead move about his day. The first time he’d turned it on, the Witch had been in the middle of trying to clean one of the windows. He’d nearly fallen over from the sudden burst of pleasure that shot through his hips, only to groan and yell at the man when it ended a few short seconds later.
    That was how it had gone for the majority of the day, but now? Now Ace had nothing to do. Rolling up the gigantic sleeves of the Demon’s shirt he’d chosen to wear so his movements weren’t as restricted in his tight pants, he turned and wandered over to the living room where he had last left his Familiar.
    “Damascus?” The man grunted as Ace rounded the couch, snickering at the sight before him. The larger man was slowly dragging his hand up and down his leaking cock, sweat on the side of his face as he stared up at the redhead. “I’m done,” he hummed quietly, climbing onto the couch only to grasp onto the ring around Damascus’s member and teasingly turning it around. How many times had he removed it just to cum? He was practically purring at the idea of the man red-faced as he imagined pounding away into Ace instead of fucking into his hand just for a little bit of relief. What if-
    With a sudden click from the remote in Damascus’s free hand, the vibrator on Ace was buzzing to life once again. He screamed from the sudden stimulation, falling back against the couch as his hips bucked up into the air. “D-D-!” He felt the large man shift, then the Demon’s cock was down his throat with his hands in that thick red hair as he forced his head back and forth. He wasn’t even speaking, animalistic growls escaping the Familiar as he used Ace’s head like a fleshlight. The Witch’s eyes glazed over, seeing spots in his fuzzy vision as he felt the intensity of the vibrator go up a few notches. The pain on his scalp was only helping him as he gradually leaned into it. His nose was brushing the cock ring before Damascus released with a frustrated groan.
    “Fuck this,” he declared, ripping the ring off as his member leaked precum down onto Ace’s cheek.
    “Oh thank God- Please, Damascus, please-” Now it was the Witch’s turn, wrapping his mouth around Damascus’s cock as he bobbed his head up and down the large shaft. He moaned, his gaze going cross-eyed when he felt a sharp snap in his stomach. He came hard, the entire game of teasing finally ending with one final push. He slipped his mouth off the Demon’s hardened member with a loud ‘pop’, falling back as all of his limbs turned to jello. He laid back against the couch, exhausted as he hungrily watched Damascus stroke his dick until coming onto the redhead’s face with a satisfied roar.
    He’d have to remember to pick up some more toys when he next left.
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Like to punch reblog to stab
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alolomololomola · 2 years
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m-moist??
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iturbide · 2 years
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I think the Big Thing is that, like... all of the endings are ambiguous. No, really. The final text crawl/narration says that, like “Your side won a decisive battle, it looks like your side is totally winning. Anyway, the war continues on.” Which, like, is perhaps a good/bad thing? I like to think they’re trying to capture the uncertainty of war, which is good, but a cynical part of me feels like “... Did you refuse to write a proper epilogue???”
...wait
wait wait wait
Are you saying that all the stories basically end in the same nebulous way?? You have your final unique chapter and then a generic end that implies that the war's not even over after all you went through?
I mean, one the one hand, yeah, wars are never over easily. But on the other...one of the great things about Three Houses (at least to me) was that each route ended on a very different note, with very different implications. Your seemingly singular path at the outset ended on a very different road depending on what seemingly innocent choice you made. Three Hopes sounded like it was doing something really cool by making all the prologues more unique, and therefore making your choice feel more immediately meaningful...but then to have all of the routes end up in the same place? To basically have all of these characters, regardless of their unique character traits and ambitions and means they're willing to utilize to reach their goals, end up in a Fodlan that's not on the cusp of anything except another unknown battle...
I don't know. That doesn't fill me with any kind of hope, the way that Three Houses endings do. Maybe I'm missing or misunderstanding something, but generally speaking, the endings of Three Houses really were hopeful. Things weren't perfect, and a lot of work needed to be done, but they were on the verge of progress, hopefully toward something better than the stagnant world that we began in under Rhea (and Rhea's character flaws are brilliant in my view, for how they really do lay the road for all this). Three Hopes...doesn't sound like it lives up to its name in regards to the endings.
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shypaintervoid · 2 months
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Just remembered how as a small child every morning we would have a "moment of silence to pray, meditate or any other silent activity"
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coristories-arc · 7 months
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how's THIS for an establishing shot?
endless muse edits: jason burroughs mutuals only can interact. do not reblog!!!
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alighted-willow · 9 months
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[Breaths deeply]
I might not actually be a secondary narcoleptic; it turns out that I might just be really bad at absorbing iron. There is also a chance that I am secretly both.
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aeide-thea · 1 year
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on principle opposed to describing art i dislike as 'masturbatory' because even though it's an alluringly contemptuous word to sneer it's impossible to reconcile with my pro-masturbation stance
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mobius-m-mobius · 5 months
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Loki 2x01 // 2x02
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demigod-of-the-agni · 8 months
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The pishacha are manifestations of evil itself, locked within a cursed amulet. The wearer of the amulet is at the mercy of the demon, known for possessing humans and feeding off their host's chakra energy. However, if symbiosis is achieved, the pishacha can grant its host a myriad of powerful abilities.
I just needed to draw something cool okay. I needed to draw some cool goop and some cool looks okay. okay. if I didn't post this I would have exploded okay
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renecdote · 2 months
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do you think Bruce ever lies awake at night thinking about all the things he has taught his kids and how it seemed like a good idea at the time but maybe some of those habits are actually more bad than good
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xolborsaysstuff · 1 year
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