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galedekarios · 6 months
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gale's alternate boat scene
“I conjured this illusion often during my confinement in Waterdeep.
An escape for the mind where there was none for the body. It was easier to stare at the celestial abyss than recognise the emptiness within myself.
Easier to pretend my destiny lay among such stars, than work to salvage a life on solid ground. You changed all that.”
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ronanlynchbf · 1 year
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hollisofficial · 7 months
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[said theu gritted teeth and streaming tears] i hate tou guys that make ladyklok/ fem pics of them but make em all look big breasted thin waisted and big lipped and sexy faced i truly do
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i got to see four of my biggest heroes in person, relatively close-up recently :)
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cookiesandcantarella · 10 months
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NIMONA MOVIE GOOD
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vexick · 1 year
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HAD A DREAM THESE TWO BEAT ME UP
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cinghialefedele · 1 year
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Finished Kiwami, I AM DEVASTATED :)
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letsfluxshitup · 1 year
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crying and sobbing presale tickets sold out Instantly </3
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treecakes · 1 year
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tbh i don’t care abt horrible exorcists as a couple beyond like. jokes abt it. but they are divorced
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cartoon-gushes · 1 year
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Who would've thunk it that by trying to ignore and suppress my disorder, I was only aggravating it further
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bobatealie-archived · 2 years
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mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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rowarn · 2 months
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HEHE HI HERE U GO <3 HAPPY FRIDAY!!!!!
afab!reader, thigh riding, neglect kink tbh, brat tamer!simon?, soft!simon and mean!simon hehe, maybe a lil hurt/comfort if u squint
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"please, si!" you practically sobbed, rutting your hips desperately against his thigh. 
simon sat still, lidded eyes cast over your shoulder to the tv that played a soccer match. he huffed through his nose but didn't offer any other verbal acknowledgement to your whines. 
you had disturbed him while he watched the game, pawing at him and begging for him to fuck you. he had ignored you completely so you naturally took matters into your own hands. you figured if you got him worked up enough, he would give in and give you attention instead of the stupid tv. 
but before you knew it, you were naked and rocking against his thigh. you were the only one between the two of you who showed any signs of being worked up. 
and simon? completely ignored you. he refused to offer any assistance, even when you teetered dangerously on your knees and almost toppled over. 
it honestly infuriated you as much as it turned you on. maybe it even embarrassed you a little to be ignore like this while completely naked and needy all over him.
he wouldn't flex his thigh to give you anything solid to grind on (although his thigh was pretty firm even when relaxed) and he certainly wasn't offering any words of encouragement to help you along. he simply stared over your shoulder at the tv, acting like he didn't have his sweet little love grinding a nice, wet pussy against him. 
he was hard in his sweats; that long, thick cock tenting in his pants. it was the only indication that he even noticed what you were doing. 
"s-simon!" you pathetically wailed, suddenly stopping your movements when you realized you most definitely weren't going to be able to cum with him ignoring you like this. you rested your head against his shoulder and tried to quell the intense trembling that wracked your whole body. 
under the sound of the cheers on tv, he could hear the sound of you sniffling and crying. he let you sit there for a second until you finally slumped in defeat against him. 
you let your breathing come down before you rolled off of his lap and shamefully began to pick up your clothes, completely unaware of the way he now watched you instead of the tv. he could see the dejected little frown on your lips and it made his own quirk up. 
you were so cute. 
before you could slink away to pout in the bedroom, he caught your wrist in his hand, tugging you back into his lap. you caught yourself against his chest, looking at him in bewilderment. you still had little tears in your eyes, no doubt still nursing hurt feelings from him ignoring you. 
"you done bein' a demanding little brat?" he asked. 
if you had doggy ears he's sure they'd be flattened shamefully against your head right about now with the pathetic little look you gave him. you nodded your head and normally he'd request verbal assurance but he let it slide. 
instead, he shifted his hips and situated you on it once again, your cunt still wet and sticking to the fabric of his sweatpants. 
"get to it then," he mutters, fixating his gaze back on the tv. he could see you pout out of the corner of his eye, clearly not feeling as confident as you had before. his hands came up to your hips, kneading the softness there in encouragement before flexing his thigh against you. 
at that, you finally started to move, slowly rutting your hips against the firm muscle. with his hands stabilizing you, you freely plucked at your own nipples, rolling the buds between your fingers as you humped him. 
you slowly got louder and louder as the pleasure grew until he couldn't hear the announcers on the tv. gritting his teeth, he cupped the back of your head and pulled your face against his shoulder to muffle you. you took the hint, biting down into the fabric of his shirt as your eyes rolled back. 
you were so close. and the way he began to bounce his thigh beneath you wasn't helping to slow it down. 
you gripped onto him for dear life, arms around his shoulders before pulling your head back despite your intentions to keep quiet and not disturb him any more than you had already. but truthfully, simon didn't mind listening to you cum. 
you sweetly called his name, babbling about how you were cumming and how good you felt. he bit back a smile, running his hand down your back to express his unspoken fondness of you. 
before long, after a few, sloppy rabbiting movements of your hips, you finally came to a halt. you slumped against him, panting and twitching.
"you done?" he asked, doing his best to sound like this whole endeavor had been a nuisance. 
you sheepishly looked up at his profile and nodded your head. but you didn't make any moves to leave him, instead curling against his chest and cuddling as close to him as you could. and he acquiesced, dropping the mean façade in favor of wrapping you up in his strong arms and pressing a kiss to your temple.
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tmos-time · 1 year
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okay this part is actually very cute tho lol
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thebearer · 8 months
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you trying to handle freddie on your own, like the cries the changes, everything. and lips like “chill out” and you’re like “you don’t even want to be here”
as you should tbh.
love him the most, but honestly... you have a right to be upset about that forever idc. he would learn to accept that, i mean, he's mad at himself too for it so it's only fair that you are too.
still, that would wreck him. his instinct is to scream at you, say something equally as mean, leave. instead, he steps out, smokes, tries to remember the steps to calm down that his shrink taught him. deep breaths, rational thoughts, all that feelings shit.
lip comes back in, seeing you on the brink of sobbing, rocking a still screaming freddie. "what do you need me to do?" lip asks calmly.
"i-i just... i don't know he needs!" you wail, hot tears of frustration running down your face. "i've changed him, fed him... why is he crying?"
"here. lemme see him." lip offers gently.
"i've got it." you snap, possessively. you hated feeling like this, like you couldn't take care of your own kid.
"ok." lip said calmly. "could do that skin to skin thing, ya know? maybe try to... regulate your heart though before."
you glare at lip, still frustrated and tired, but pull your shirt over your head, holding freddie to your skin, a blanket over the both of you. you rocked the screaming baby, taking your own cleaning breaths until you managed to calm yourself. freddie's cries softened to small hiccuping, whimpers, curling into your skin.
you and lip didn't speak. you felt guilty for snapping at him like that, frustrated and angry and hurt and overwhelmed. "i-i'm sorry i said that." you muttered. "i... i don't mean to keep bringin' it up-"
"-no. 's alright." lip hummed softly, his finger trailing down freddie's cheek. "i, uh, i deserve it. not like you're lying. have a right to be mad."
you simply nod, head lulling against lip's chest. "thank you." you mutter, one hand on freddie's soft tufts of hair, feeling his tiny breaths against you. "for staying around. i... i really couldn't do it without you."
"you could have, but i'm glad you didn't have to." lip fixed the blanket over your exposed skin. "glad i got my shit together for you. for both of you." you grin lightly. "thanks for lettin' me come back. be apart of this. i-i didn't deserve it-"
"-lip." you sigh. "just... i don't wanna talk about that anymore. you're here, and... and you're a good dad."
lip swallows the lump of emotion that's formed in his throat. "yeah? you're a good mom. the best." lip whispers. "we're lucky to have you."
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elsweetheart · 1 year
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what if abby was going to get bitten but then reader save her stabbing the infected? going on and on with her knife until abby tries to stop her hugging her waist but she still goes with tears running down and sure throat for all the screaming.. the fear of losing abby was too overwhelming 😔
i kind of changed it a little ?? kind of ??
breathe.
🎀 me?? writing angst?? kind of????? it’s more fluffy tbh …. enjoy anyway
you’ve never seen abby look so… weak.
it was only a few seconds, a few seconds of her weakness was all it took to panic you. she’d been caught off guard, a clicker running at her and pinning her to the ground. she yelped as it snapped it’s jaws at her like a wild animal, her mouth turned down in fear and eyes wide like she knew she was watching her last moments.
you’ve never moved so fast, lurching forward and stabbing it through the brain. you forced your knife out, stabbing it again, and again, a furious cry leaving your throat then once more for good measure. you only stopped because abby pushed the clicker off her with a grunt — pushing herself up to stand. “it’s dead, babe.” she reassured. her hand came up to caress her shoulder, only rubbing it because the clicker had pushed her there so forcefully but a shaky gasp left your mouth when you thought she might be soothing a bite there. she slowly dropped her hand, brows furrowed as she watched you. you were frozen, still hovered over the body panting with the knife clutched in your hand, blood splattered across you. “i’m okay.” she edged towards you cautiously. “are you hurt?” she eyed you, taking a hold of you and pulling you away from the corpse, eyes checking you over. that was when you broke.
you let the sobs leave you now, knife clattering against the rotting wooden floor when you dropped it. her hand scooped the back of your head in to her shoulder, the other tightly round your waist as she squat infront of you, allowing you to wail pathetically into her shoulder. “i can’t — i can’t — you nearly — it nearly got you i —” you sobbed and abby shushed you, pulling you even closer as she rubbed your back as if trying to erase wipe the fear from your body.
“no, i had it. i’ve been in closer calls, baby breathe.” she was shaken up, but more so by your reaction. “you’re okay. breathe.” she pried your face away from her shoulder to look at you, frightened and shaky — she recalls thinking that someone as pretty as you should never have blood splattered across her face. “you’re not gonna lose me.”
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bandgie · 8 months
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Ghost in the Night (snippet)
Decided to give y'all a little teaser of a Jeongin (skz) fic im working on! it's about I.N as ghost face! I really think I.N fits that killer aura, idk why. We need more yandere/obsessed/killer I.N and I am here to deliver!
MDNI | DARK FIC
"I had to come pretty quick, you were almost home," it speaks. You don't really register what he's saying. He straightens back up, "You know, I also killed that dude back there that grabbed you. Guys like that piss me off. They have no respect for personal space ya know what I mean?" Perhaps he said that as a joke, considering this man literally killed your roommate mere moments ago.
"Please," your voice is horse and thick with emotion. "I don't want-want to die." You start sobbing, bloody hands cradling your face in an attempt to comfort yourself. The masked man cocks his head to side, seemingly intrigued by your cries. "You think I'm gonna kill you?" He doesn't wait for an answer, yanking your head up by your hair. You whimper and nod, vision blurry with tears.
You try begging more, but all that comes out are garbles sentences and pathetic wails. Ghostface is rather enjoying the show, smiling behind his mask. "You've got a good crying face. Keep begging," his grip tightens on your hair. You do, and honestly he didn't even need to ask. In the midst of your sobs, you can feel the cold edge of something sharp against your throat. You feel it slowly dig into your neck, but not hard enough to break the skin.
The contact makes you freeze up, eyes wide with absolute terror. Ghostface literally moans at the sight. "Fuck, I love that look." He makes the knife dance around your neck, staring at how your pupils dilate. Pleasurable shivers travel his body, and he can feel the blood traveling to his cock. Killing you now would be a waste, he should at least have some fun first.
tbh I have no idea how long this will take me to finish, hopefully just a few days.
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