Idk what Cardan expected when he asked Jude in tcp if she wasn't worried that he might run the first chance he got, but she was so real with the sarcasm, I ate it up
“yeah right, dude. After our kiss, I am such a fool over you that I can hardly contain myself, All I want to do is nice things that make you happy. Sure, I’ll make whatever bargain you want, so long as you kiss me again. and you can run since I've lost my mind and I definitely won’t shoot you in the back.”
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honestly, dyspraxia would explain a lot. why i randomly fall and trip when there is literally nothing to fall or trip on. time blindness (that could just be the adhd, but you never know). why i hate driving with a burning passion and only do it because america is stupid about public transit. and also why autocorrect must save me and why i don't type with my thumbs and probably why my handwriting looks the way it does. and i can't catch things except when all the physics aligns and-- wait, did i have difficulty learning how to ride a bike? does this explain my dance issues?
was i just masking YET ANOTHER DISABILITY? HOW MANY DISABILITIES IN A TRENCH COAT AM I? AND HOW DID I NOT PUT THE PIECES TOGETHER UNTIL LITERALLY THIS WEEK?
and just so you don't beat me to it:
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he'd missed this feeling. the mind numbing and euphoric hum that spread through each one of his limbs; leaving nothing but the burning fire in the pit of his stomach. it'd been slow at first -- stoked and awakened by the way cordelia bit her lips or how she crossed those beautiful legs of hers. he was just a man after all and even with his well intentions to be a gentleman, his eyes would briefly touch at the cleavage she branded or how those dark eyes of @dynamit3 lingered a little longer than normal on him. it was a different sensation, being appraised by such a beautiful woman; he'd had a few look at him that way but none that made his mind wander as much as she did.
it was natural progression wasn't it? to be smiling and making her laugh, to having her laid out before him legs spread wide. after all she'd come to visit him at the station, why? he wasn't sure they never really made it that far. he'd been eager to heft her into his arms and cart her off to the archives room, the dimly light halfway casting shadows across her beautiful face the entire way. now tucked behind four rows of metal shelves containing evidence on every arrested individual in town, he felt he was being blessed. he'd given up on god a long time ago, but now between her legs he was certain something of the sort existed.
her nails clawed at his lower abdomen as he gripped her full hips. fingers leaving impressions against the soft and smooth flesh and he wanted to do so much more. his lips wanted to canvas every inch of her, teeth to mark up her soft body; and to to feel her shudder from his touch. patience wasn't on his side - but something in him hoped this wasn't a one time thing. the slap of skin against skin was muffled by the stuffed quarters, but it was music to his ears. to hear her moaning as he slide into her made the hairs on his arms raise. it was addictive to watch her -- his glasses riding low on the edge of his nose didn't stop him from drinking in every inch of the view.
throat exposed and back arching she was a fucking vision and it made every nerve in his cock sing, every thrust like slipping between silk. he'd given up on fighting the moans that fell from his own lips, his breaths coming quicker the deeper he dived into her. to hear her voice and that breathless call; how torn between gleeful and ruined she sounded. his thumb brushed circles along her clit and his hips followed in a even pace that complimented his work. something in him was desperate to freeze time -- to suspend this moment of ecstasy that coiled up his spine. it trapped him in a vice so deadly that part of him felt overwhelmed while the other half seemed starved. his cock throbbed as his strokes slowed; that frustrated whine escaping her only earning her a breathless laugh from him.
there is a soft click that catches his attention. he's quick (and content) to bury himself in her while his body comes to lay against hers. a hand coming to cover her mouth as a finger presses to his own. pale green eyes flicker from her to the door that opens for a brief moment before the thud of a cardboard box can be heard. a heavy huff is given before the lights are flicked off and the door shuts once more. his forehead rests against her breast a soft laugh shaking his upper body before he peers at her through the darkness, hand slipping from her mouth to smooth against her soft cheek. " god you're fucking beautiful. "
meme sent : quiet: for our muses to get intimate while avoiding getting caught.
song to play (optional) while reading ; acquainted the weekend
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Can't stop thinking about reverse Scott Pilgrim au where Ramona has to fight all of Scott's exes, Punk drummer Kim, Megastar Envy Adams with an army of groupies, Femme fatale Lisa Miller, Jaded obsessive Knives Chau, maybe an alternate timeline version of herself.
And when she's all done it's just kinda Wallace standing there and she's like Wallace what are you doing, I'm meeting Scott's ex here and he just gives this sad shrug smile and she's like Oh and then he pulls out the baseball bat-
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Me, trying to navigate the tears of the kingdom map after logging god knows how many hours in botw:
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so you should go vote to tie the gemini w/ @cupcakeslushie's feral!leo because i think they'd be friends, actually, and here's why-
the gems spend most of their time fighting in the nexus, slamming on the 'survival instinct' button, which happens to be right next to the 'animal instinct' button. as a result, they are far more Creechur than their typical posh personas would have you believe. so they got 🤝 solidarity
... so long as no one else is around to see, i mean.
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for the amount of time i spend thinking about erika ishii, i do not post about them NEARLY enough
everything i've ever seen them in, they have been fully dialed in. they understand the genre, they understand the character they're playing, and they NEVER. FUCKING. MISS
my current dnd character is actually based on multiple characters of erika's that i enjoy. my character is a witch (like ame of worlds beyond number fame [thank you to the witch class playtest]) but she is also a brewer who grows weed and shrooms, and deals them, and does them (and her personality is very much modeled off of danielle barkstock in dimension 20's the seven)
i feel that many of my favorite moments from erika are often focused on other characters. but many of those character moments would not have been possible without erika's incredible roleplay and sense for storytelling
and when the moment IS focused on erika's character? spellbinding. groundbreaking. from ame talking to orima in the overgrown shrine to danielle getting a nat 20 at the masquerade ball, i always fall into the scene and feel it so deeply due to erika's skill and poise and commitment to the story being told
tldr i think erika ishii is incredibly talented and wonderful
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