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nowandthane · 3 months
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She had the same jarring reaction she felt when she saw Tali on Freedom’s Progress, like she had been shocked back to wakefulness. Only she had never really been asleep. She felt more like an automaton, checking off her list of duties, not fully aware of reality — her consciousness still lingered in the dark void of space, falling endlessly, awaiting a death that would be denied her.
“Shepard.” His deep voice tugged at her senses, both familiar and foreign, comforting and terrifying. Her body felt awash with prickling sensations, like she was a numb limb coming back to life. “Are you okay?”
She blinked at him, forcing her thoughts back into order. Did he know her so well? Did he still? Was she recognisable as whoever she had been before, or had something else come back to life?
She didn’t feel like herself. But here, with him, she could almost convince herself she had never died.
“Of course.” She peeked out of their cover and shot another Eclipse merc in the head. “C’mon, Vakarian, try to keep up!”
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plumpkinsx · 15 days
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yeonjun eating you out …
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dom!yeonjun x f!reader
warnings: degrading words (slut, cumslut) , spanking , and more
smut under cut!!!!!
today was supposed to be a normal day, a date with yeonjun so romantic and sweet untill you decided to twist yeonjuns buttons during the dinner. “jjunieee” you said with drag in your words to get your boyfriends attention “yes baby?” he looks at you aitting in the drivers seat , you grab his hand that was resting on your plush thigh and move it closer to your inner thighs for him to palm your damp panties “i want you…” you whisper with a giggle when you see him shaking his head and gripping the steering wheel “baby.. we already have plans to eat cant you wait?” he says while gripping your thigh tightly making you let out a soft moan “pleaseee jjuniee. i need you now..” you grind against his hand and look out the window, yeonjun was busy trying to quickly find a deserted parking lot to fuck you into submisson in. “get in my lap.” he says leaning a bit in his car seat and patting his lap while you obliged and take your seat, he pulled you panties down and gathered a bit of your slick on his fingers before pushing them all the way in “is this what you wanted? wanted jjunie to treat you like the slut you are?” he groaned as you clench at his words “please need more ..” you start moving on your own earning a smack to your ass and a halt in his finger movements “what makes you think you deserve it? ‘m not making you my cumslut since you acted out and are making us miss reservations.” he grabs your ass and slaps it again earning a moan from you “sit back in your seat. ill deal with you when we get home.”
A/N: this is my first writing so i hope you guys like it 😭
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t-u-i-t-c · 6 months
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Giftober 2023 │ Day 30: Goodbye
Tragic Duos + Goodbyes
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musashi · 1 year
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Hey,
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tytangfei · 9 months
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Even if we live like this for a lifetime, I also feel happy.
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zigraves · 8 days
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Chapters: 8/8 Relationships: Astarion/Wyll (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, background ulder ravengard, background vampire spawn, Post-Game, Fairy Tale Retellings, Canon-Typical Violence 
Final chapter of the Cinderella “Astarion didn’t get a tadpole” postgame AU is now up.
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quantumshade · 8 months
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gomez!master is by far the best one of nuwho and I will NOT hear otherwise. she feels so much like delgado!master in that her motivations are not exclusively world domination. even before her redemption arc in s10, she has a complex agenda of her own and sometimes that means her goals align with those of the doctor’s. i love seeing the master team up with companions it’s my absolute favorite thing. her dynamic with clara is absolutely fascinating and i find the “i want my friend back” motivation to be five million times more interesting than the “i want to Destroy You Forever” motivation or whatever it was that dhawan!master had going on
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disenchanted-youth · 10 months
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coldtwaer · 2 months
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Mmm vampire preds…mmm sharp teeth
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nowandthane · 3 months
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7 snippets, 7 people
thank you @vakariansvixenand @stormikins for tagging me!! <3<3<3
no pressure tagging @xoshepard @poetikat @sweetmage (feel free to not read this it's all mass effect jsdhfg) @illusivesoul @westernlarch @sillyliterature @mxanigel @menacingmetal @grim-starling
These are all gonna be from Sarani's longfic because I'm not writing anything else atm. Mostly rough and unedited too so beware xD
cw for suicidal ideation in the last two
She turned to look at him, shocked at the outburst. His eyes were wet with tears that stubbornly refused to fall. He glared back at her, as if challenging her to defy him. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought that she really should. This was insubordination. But she felt so relieved that someone else was making the decisions that she just relented, turning to look back out into space in silence.
“How could I have left him behind?” she whispered, long minutes later. Her face was wet. Joker was quiet for long enough that she stopped expecting an answer — what could he have said, anyway? But he did answer.
“You were doing your job, Commander. I… I’m sorry.” And he really did sound sorry for her.
“This job fucking sucks.”
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Finch sneered. “I can find a dozen Reds who’ll swear they saw you kill aliens for fun. Who’s going to believe you then?”
His grey eyes caught hers, and held them steadily. The world slowed down as she seriously considered whether he really did know. Even without proof, anyone who had known her then could put two and two together and figure out what she did — no one else could have done it. But no one ever cared before.
Now it was something they could use against her. And they were threatening to.
Was that was he was doing? His words saying one thing, but meaning another?
I know you killed her, but I won’t say it in front of them. As long as you do what I say, no one else will ever know.
Was that what was behind his words?
The image of her, of Nazia, crying and begging Shepard for forgiveness intruded on her mind. Her screams echoed in Shepard’s ears, her blood sticky on Shepard’s hands.
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“Do you compare yourself to your old Captain a lot?” Garrus asked.
“Not really. Not anymore.” Shepard shook off the thoughts rattling in her head. “I know I have a screwed up moral compass. That’s just a result of my ‘upbringing’. But I don’t let that turn me into monster. I don’t want to cross any more lines, but I keep stumbling over them anyway.”
Garrus looked at her, his thoughts and emotions inscrutable. She was getting better with reading turians, but he seemed closed off to her at this moment. Silence became heavy in the air, and she did nothing to break it.
“I wonder…” Garrus finally mused, “if I killed Saren, would I be struggling with it now as you are about Finch? I don’t know what the answer to that is, and that — that kind of scares me. Am I a monster, Shepard?”
“No, Garrus.” She smiled at him a little sadly. “You’re not a monster.”
“Yet,” he said. “Don’t you ever think that it takes a monster to stop a monster?”
“Sometimes,” she answered. “Mostly, it feels like an excuse.”
Garrus nodded. “Why did you get so angry when he called you by your name?”
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“How about a new name?”
“What’s wrong with Shepard?”
“No, not that. Don’t you want to change Jane?”
“What’s wrong with Jane?” She frowned.
“Well clearly the orphanage just named you that because they couldn’t be fucked to actually care about you. Don’t you want a name more fitting for who you are?”
“I don’t want any connection to the people who threw me away like I was trash,” she said curtly.
“It’s not about your parents,” Nazia insisted. “They suck, but you have a whole culture that you come from.”
“I know nothing about it.”
“So? Don’t you want to reclaim it?”
“Well, you clearly want me to.”
“Just think about it. It can be like… like a new start for you!”
Considering it. Maybe it is better, to have a new name, one untainted by the dirtiness of her beginning. And if Nazia was the one renaming her, so much the better. She was the one who made Shepard feel like a human. And if this was important to Zi, then it was important to her.
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“You think you know me so well?” she asked, sneering. She regretted it almost immediately when the animation that had taken hold of Garrus abruptly left him. He had seemed more alive for a brief moment there, much more like the angrily passionate man who had argued with his superior at the Presidium, or the one in Dr. Michel’s clinic, ready to take on a group of thugs alone.
As his commanding officer, it didn’t feel good to have made one of her own people feel so small. But even outside of that, she felt bad because she did think he was a good person, just misguided. And this conversation they’d just had was their first real one. They had been getting to know each other.
He was turning to leave when she said, “Wait. I’m sorry.”
He turned back to her, expectant, but now that the apology had come out of her mouth, she floundered for what else to say.
“I was trying to compliment you,” Garrus pointed out, breaking the awkward silence. “Didn’t think you’d take it so badly.”
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“Do you still want to die?” Shepard asked.
“Do you?” Thane returned.
She had to turn away. “Sometimes.”
Leaning against the viewing window, she turned her gaze on the drive core below — pulsing, powerful, dangerous. Peripherally, she noticed Thane standing and coming to her on silent feet, but she still couldn’t bring herself to look at him.
“I don’t.” His presence behind her felt like a weight she couldn’t shake off. “I agreed with you, once. That perhaps those of us who have died should stay dead.”
“You never really died,” she said.
“In all the ways that matter, I did.” He touched her shoulder, so softly that she barely felt it, except that there was no atom of her existence that could ever be unaware of him. “Will you not look at me, siha?”
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The dream begins as it always does: with the fall. Falling through the nothingness of space, the alarms in her armour chiming as she gasped desperately for oxygen. There is a breach somewhere. Probably around her torso, where pain and warmth radiated.
She flailed helplessly, heat and hurt building. But it never did reach an unbearable point. They faded away as she fell, and with them went the burdens she carried. Her legs stopped kicking and her arms stopped reaching. She fell looking at the vastness of space, that blanket of mystery she had watched so often when she was stuck on Earth, so determined to get away.
And she did. The choices she was presented with had been unacceptable to her, and so she had found another way. She became more — made herself more. She had explored the galaxy, helped people, saved lives… She’d made a difference.
For better, not worse.
When she lost consciousness, it was without pain. Without worries. Peace was not something she had ever been familiar with, but she learned what it meant, right there at the end.
If only it really was the end.
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movielosophy · 1 year
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New Life Begins ~ She melts
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rustbeltjessie · 4 months
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That night, I had two opposite—but equally intense—impulses. One of them was to get fucking wasted. To get as wasted as I would have in those “singing along to ‘Sally MacLennane’ in the pub” days; to get so plowed all the stuff that Shane’s death brought up for me would sink beneath a stream of whiskey. The other was to not drink, at all; to not only stay sober that night but to never touch a drop of booze again. Because of Shane’s life-long struggles with addiction, because of so many of my beloveds’ struggles with addiction, because of my own struggles with addiction—my own affinity for hurling [myself] toward oblivion in the back of some grim and sticky dive, as Amanda Petrusich put it in her wonderful tribute to Shane. —from "That night, Rain Street went on for miles."
The newest installment of my newsletter is about Shane MacGowan/The Pogues, punk/poetry, addiction, and romanticizing things that are 'bad,' amongst other things. I've been working on this one for a month, and I'm glad it's finally out in the world.
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zorubark · 7 months
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Inktober day 10: The Fortune Witch(excuse my finger)
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My inspiration for her comes from Ziwei Doushu, a type of chinese fortune telling that uses stars. I also love chinese astronomy, astrology not as much, but i am willing to listen to it for the sake of creating characters.
Her fan is also a wand that she uses to cast spells. She doesn't have much traditional witch traits at all, but to me being a witch is about more, and she uses a wand so there's one requirement filled.
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She has magical objects of not only constellations, but lunar mansions, asterisms and the zodiac. Most go under the same category of being keys, but asterisms don't come in keys though.
Depending on if her fan is closed or not, she can perform different kinds of spells. The structure of the wand actually affects how she can use it, so she uses it strategically.
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I didn't take the pictures very well today, but at least the drawing is very pretty.
I'm gonna choose her name and you bet it's gonna relate to astronomy, hopefully I find one with the character "星", "曐"(which is retro, but it fits bc of that) or "宿".
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zigraves · 4 months
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Rating: Mature Relationships: Astarion/Wyll (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, background ulder ravengard, background vampire spawn, Post-Game, Fairy Tale Retellings, Canon-Typical Violence Summary: A Cinderella AU for the Wyllstarion server weekly prompt: Fairy Tale.
Set post-game, in a world where Astarion was never snatched away by the Nautiloid (but everyone else had the usual adventure) - a new Grand Duke is set to rise to power after saving the city from the Dead Three's plot, and intends to host a ball to seek his future love. A perfect chance for Astarion to escape his existence beneath Cazador's cruel thumb.
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zhoufeis · 9 months
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gif meme of brutal truths ˋ°•*⁀➷ anonymous asked: An incredible female character who deserved a better show
“Why me? I do not want the evil breath. I shall subvert the six worlds? In the end, I am the one who suffers. I do not want to be Ni Lun’s daughter nor do I want to be Demon Zi. I just want to be a carefree beggar in this world.” YANG CHAO YUE 杨超越 as CHONG ZI ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ THE JOURNEY OF CHONG ZI 重紫 (2023)
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Or even an ex serial killer. Just imagine. Deuce is talking about how awful he was for making his mom cry cause he was a delinquent kid and Yuu is just internally 'I killed someone in cold blood Deuce.'
[*vibrates with ideas*]
Yuu definitely has the feel of a killer, but he's not doing anything in this world if he can help it. Whether Yuu killed for a reason and had a goal or was already trying to attone for when he did, he doesn't want to raise a weapon against anyone here if he can. The vibrance of everything just feels more lively and something is just humming under his skin, even in the monotony of a daily school life it feels less like the world that lead him to another path.
He'd never downplay any abuse or feelings anyone shares with them, no matter how grief filled they can get thinking about less evil people they've killed before. Would those people who looked no different from these students here have been having a good life, or... ? Nevermind. It's not worth thinking too much on anymore.
While Yuu keeps feeling better, even if it's perhaps the magical tinge of all things on this world keeping them stimulated, everyone else feelings more weary. The void一the one that is the hole in Yuu's heart from the actions he's committed一draws in all light and that includes all magic. That, or it's just how Yuu looks a bit too aware of everything around them at one time to be normal.
Eye's shooting around, body turning with each movement, measured steps and actions, death grip on sharp items and pens, states into nothing. It all adds up with those eyes.
Leona and Lilia may be at odds at times in canon, but even these two can see the eyes of a killer from far away. They aren't averse to talking to Yuu, but Yuu does have to go through their personal interrogations to gain their trust. Grim just likes that Yuu knows how to cut food very well, and treats his "creepy eyes" like a feature and bonus (scares off the spineless students).
VIBRATING
Yuu seeming totally normal and sweet but they are just off putting and maybe are even stained with the smell of death or something.
Very few can spot the differences. To Deuce, Yuu is someone he greatly admires. Yuu is what he wants to be! A model student that's so ridiculously kind. Yuu doesn't have the heart him the truth however. To crush that dream he has.
So they'll play along as the squeaky clean model student. Lilia and Leona are watching, waiting for the facade to drop. Once a killer always a killer
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