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I wish I was a female tiger because then if I was talking to someone and I was getting off topic I could say “but I tigress,” and then kill and eat them because I am a tiger

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It’d be kinda funny if after their relationship got better Mimikyu would start vying for Jessie’s attention and love

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“Some terrible news, I’m afraid. The Odyssey mission has failed.”

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Just so you know… There is no “the queen”. Why? 

There are so, so many queens.

They make up half of the human population.

We call them “women”. 

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reddit but in the pokemon universe

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𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

lads if i ever have to type “pin against the wall” ever again in this lifetime, it’ll be too soon, but i really hope you enjoy these!! if you think of more that you would like to be added, let me know! please do NOT add more in the reblogs, it is VERY likely that i can and will be making a second part to this list! now go drink some water and i hope y’all enjoy the memes!

LAST EDITED: 01/06/22

[ KISS ]:     sender pins receiver against the wall and kisses them passionately.

[ ANGER ]:     sender pins receiver against the wall out of anger.

[ CHALLENGE ]:     in a motion designed to challenge the receiver’s authority, sender pins receiver against the wall.

[ TRAINING ]:     during a sparring match, sender ends up pinning the receiver against the wall.

[ HEAT ]:      while in the middle of a make-out session, sender pushes the receiver up against the wall, unwittingly heating things up even more.

[ SHIELD ]:     in order to protect them from physical harm caused by a third party, the sender shoves the receiver against the wall and shields them with their body.

[ COVER ]:     while hiding from persecutors, sender pushes the receiver against a wall and uses their body to hide the receiver’s face from view.

[ HIDE ]:     while on the run, the sender hastily grabs the receiver and pins them against a wall that’s hidden from public view to avoid being seen.

[ STOP ]:     in order to stop the receiver from walking away, the sender guides them back and pushes them against a wall.

[ FIGHT ]:     while in a physical fight, sender shoves the receiver against the wall in an effort to gain the upper hand.

[ RESTRAIN ]:     sender pushes the receiver back against the wall to stop them from physically fighting the sender.

[ STEADY ]:     sender gently catches and guides the emotionally distressed receiver against a wall in order to physically steady them.

[ CLOSER ]:     while pinning the receiver against the wall, sender glances down at their lips, suddenly aware of how close they are to one another…

[ THROAT ]: sender pins the receiver to the wall by placing a hand or forearm against their throat.

[ FRONT ]: sender shoves the receiver against the wall so that the receiver’s front is pressed against the wall.

[ WHISPER ]: sender pins the receiver against a wall in order to whisper something into their ear (either a secret or in a manner of seduction).

[ FEAR ]: in order to frighten or intimidate the receiver, the sender shoves them back against a wall, positioning themselves so that the receiver can’t get out.

[ HUSH ]: as a means of getting the receiver to stay quiet, the sender covers their mouth and ends up shoving them into a wall in their urgency.

[ FALL ]: while pinning them against the wall, a brief tussle results in the sender and receiver falling over, with the sender pinning the receiver to the ground.

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@zivah-the-courser

Thyr followed the other woman outside, looking around as she did. She didn’t want to get ambushed - not that she thought Zivah would do it. As there was no sign of danger outside of the zing left in the air after the radstorm, she relaxed slightly and stayed one step behind. A shiver ran along her spine at Zivah’s monotone voice. God, she sounded like one of those pre-war horror radio shows somehow, it was unsettling in a way. Thyr shook her head to get that thought out.

The human hummed at Zivah’s guess. It was more than likely the dog would have been scared of gunfire, but since things calmed down it might have come back in familiar territory, especially with the storm that had now passed. Thyr didn’t have time to think a lot more about it as she heard the cans clanked. Instinctively she reached for her weapon before relaxing when she saw a small animal approach them.

Was that…? That was not a dog. That was a cat. A small black cat with some spot of white in its fur. She frowned. How did Zivah…?

Thyr crouched down slowly. “Okay… Extend your hand slowly towards it so it can get your smell,” she whispered towards Zivah as she reached for her bag. The cat had a brief look toward her from her movement but she didn’t retain its attention. She took out a can of Cram and opened it before sliding it to Zivah. “Give it some of that.”

Now, she had to consider her next action carefully. Still in a whisper, she kept talking like everything was fine. “Now… Where are you from again?” Thyr knew she already asked before and never got an answer, but now more than ever she needed one.

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Zivah watched as the stranger drew closer, extending her hand toward the Courser. Did she want a handshake now, or the rad-away? Humans had strange customs, and it was often tough for the synth to get a read on what they were attempting to communicate.

From experience, she knew that most wastelanders greeted one another with a handshake upon forming an alliance or ‘friendship’. At least, some did. So, she decided to go for that route first. Moving her own hand out slowly, she grasped and shook the other’s. Then Zivah quickly began rooting around her courser armor, sorting through pockets of scrap and fusion cells she’d been storing until she finally came upon the Rad-Away.

She held the medicine out as she introduced herself, voice still just as monotone as before. “My name is Zivah.”

Wait, she should probably ask for the stranger’s name as well. That was deemed the polite thing to do, right? She remembered most others asking for her own. “Erm, Is there something you would like me to call you? Judging by your accent, I would guess you’re not native to the Commonwealth.”

Zivah had seen some faraway places printed onto the many brochures and pamphlets that lay scattered around the wastes. She had collected them to paint on small stones and wood. While she doubted most of them looked anything like they had before the war, she was still curious about these mysterious lands. It was as if they were worlds away. Was it even possible for someone to come so far?

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Helios listened intently to Violet’s answer. What happened to Omega was rough, to say the least. The human never imagined that place would fall until it had to face the Reapers. Hearing Cerberus was behind the event certainly surprised her. She frowned and brought her thumb to her chin as she thought about all those new information. Why would Cerberus do that? Weren't they fighting the Collectors? At least, that's what you last heard about them. Why risk bringing living organisms back to this side of the Omega-4 relay only to get what? A pile of Eezo? Was it even what they were interested in? So many unanswered questions. Whatever the answers, it was certainly enough to distract her about the fact she wasn’t behind the wheel currently.

"Well, I'm certainly glad you got out of there. Would be a shame if the jewel of Omega fell into the wrong hands," she leaned and grinned to join the Asari in her façade, not willing to push her more on the subject. It wasn't her place to offer her comfort, she thought, no matter how she felt like offering her shoulder to Violet. She doubted she would take her offer. Somehow her hand must have missed the memo, because she reached and offered a light squeeze to her knee in some form of support. Something she tried to hide in some more words, a fish hiding in an ocean of signals. "And maybe if our partnership is as fruitful as I hope there could be a better place than a simple room for you somewhere. Something more deserving for you." The offer was left up in the air, an intensity in the Human's eyes that only disappeared when the skycar stopped in front of their destination. It must have been closer than she thought.

With grace, she left the cabin and extended her hand to Violet in order to help her out. The building they were in front of didn't go as far up as some of the others around it. It looked like most residential lots of this specific ward, actually, with terrasse and decorative plants all around. It was one of the rare buildings that was fully repaired after Sovereign's limbs rained down on the place, as some of the others still had scaffolding around them.

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When Violet slid into the cab, Helios got to smell her perfume. It was subtle, barely there after the time spent in the club, but it was there, enchanting and in a way familiar - a familiarity the human couldn’t pinpoint exactly but it evoked a warmth in her, something calm and blooming. She decided to put that on the side for now; she didn’t want to be too distracted until business was concluded.

"Who knows, if things go well we might find the time to do it more than right," she answered once she sat in the cab next to the Asari, following her tone, voice low and smirk on her lips. Her eyes followed the curves of Violet’s body briefly. She didn’t need her dress sliding up to be incredibly attractive. In the end, so much for waiting until they had worked out an agreement - but after all she was only human and could appreciate a beautiful alien next to her. She brought her hair back with a hand before giving the address needed, only for them to immediately fall back where they were..

Tayseri Ward had seen a drop in prices since Sovereign’s defeat and had been ideal to find a secondary location to hide her group's activities without losing an arm in the process.

The travel shouldn’t take too long thanks to the high speed circulation of the Citadel, but Helios was still disgruntled. She was used to being the one driving around and the only reason she didn’t tonight was because she knew she was going to drink. If she had known she’d bring someone back to base, she might have decided otherwise. 

Uncomfortable with that line of thought, she decided to turn more towards her guest and put her arm around the headrest, careful not to appear possessive or otherwise too forward. Despite their little games she didn’t want to assume anything and especially not in a closed space. “So, what happened in Omega? I’m having a hard time imagining anyone ousting Aria,” she engaged, ignoring the intoxicating presence of the Asari next to her with the best of her abilities.

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50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

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Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks.

A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.

One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company.

A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.

Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.

Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.

An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

An awkward kiss given after a first date.

Starting with eskimo kisses before moving on to soft kisses.

Cleaning the other person’s lips with a lick and a kiss.

Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

Kissing tears from the other’s face.

A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.

Kisses shared under an umbrella.

Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

A kiss pressed to the top of the head.

Tentative kisses given in the dark.

Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

A lingering kiss before a long trip apart.

A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

Short and sweet kiss after meeting up for a date.

A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

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Enemies to "I found you while hurt and had to take care of you and in your vulnerable state I saw a side of you I've never seen before" to lovers

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(Cont.)

When Violet slid into the cab, Helios got to smell her perfume. It was subtle, barely there after the time spent in the club, but it was there, enchanting and in a way familiar - a familiarity the human couldn’t pinpoint exactly but it evoked a warmth in her, something calm and blooming. She decided to put that on the side for now; she didn’t want to be too distracted until business was concluded.

"Who knows, if things go well we might find the time to do it more than right," she answered once she sat in the cab next to the Asari, following her tone, voice low and smirk on her lips. Her eyes followed the curves of Violet’s body briefly. She didn’t need her dress sliding up to be incredibly attractive. In the end, so much for waiting until they had worked out an agreement - but after all she was only human and could appreciate a beautiful alien next to her. She brought her hair back with a hand before giving the address needed, only for them to immediately fall back where they were..

Tayseri Ward had seen a drop in prices since Sovereign’s defeat and had been ideal to find a secondary location to hide her group's activities without losing an arm in the process.

The travel shouldn’t take too long thanks to the high speed circulation of the Citadel, but Helios was still disgruntled. She was used to being the one driving around and the only reason she didn’t tonight was because she knew she was going to drink. If she had known she’d bring someone back to base, she might have decided otherwise. 

Uncomfortable with that line of thought, she decided to turn more towards her guest and put her arm around the headrest, careful not to appear possessive or otherwise too forward. Despite their little games she didn’t want to assume anything and especially not in a closed space. “So, what happened in Omega? I’m having a hard time imagining anyone ousting Aria,” she engaged, ignoring the intoxicating presence of the Asari next to her with the best of her abilities.

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@zivah-the-courser

Thyr listened intently. Zivah's explanations were leaving her perplexed, to say the least. What kind of dog would act like that? Well, she had seen stranger things, if she were honest, so it wasn't so weird. She saw no animals when she approached the place, so maybe it left the area, but animals like dogs were often territorial so maybe it was just a bit further away. 

From the description, it was unlikely to be a feral one too. It probably was one that lost its owner recently and has been lost since then. And if it looked sickly, it probably simply was mutated. But Thyr didn't want to make too many assumption.

She rubbed her chin as she pondered. Maybe she could help Zivah with the animal - it was clear this was where the conversation was going after all. Having someone who had been able to take down the bandits from here alone without even a scratch to show for it? It could be a good person to have in her pocket.

"Perhaps it is," she finally answered at the inquiry. "Only one way to find out." As she declared that, she went to grab her bag she had left on the counter. "Why don't we try to find it again? You really seem to care about its well-being," which was adorable, Thyr had to admit, "and from what you're saying it sounds friendly enough for you to maybe adopt it." Thyr adjusted her pack and looked at Zivah with a warm smile, gesturing towards the door. "What do you say? After you?"

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Zivah watched as the stranger drew closer, extending her hand toward the Courser. Did she want a handshake now, or the rad-away? Humans had strange customs, and it was often tough for the synth to get a read on what they were attempting to communicate.

From experience, she knew that most wastelanders greeted one another with a handshake upon forming an alliance or ‘friendship’. At least, some did. So, she decided to go for that route first. Moving her own hand out slowly, she grasped and shook the other’s. Then Zivah quickly began rooting around her courser armor, sorting through pockets of scrap and fusion cells she’d been storing until she finally came upon the Rad-Away.

She held the medicine out as she introduced herself, voice still just as monotone as before. “My name is Zivah.”

Wait, she should probably ask for the stranger’s name as well. That was deemed the polite thing to do, right? She remembered most others asking for her own. “Erm, Is there something you would like me to call you? Judging by your accent, I would guess you’re not native to the Commonwealth.”

Zivah had seen some faraway places printed onto the many brochures and pamphlets that lay scattered around the wastes. She had collected them to paint on small stones and wood. While she doubted most of them looked anything like they had before the war, she was still curious about these mysterious lands. It was as if they were worlds away. Was it even possible for someone to come so far?

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And done with this little portrait of my character! Colors based on some of the club's lights in the ME series.

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Asari skin always had a very peculiar feeling under Helios’ fingertips. It was probably due to the very small scales that composed it, which gave it a more alien texture than you would expect from the pretty blue “women”. It was almost fascinating, if she were honest. It was almost more so in Violet’s case; the contact felt electric. It might be why she didn’t immediately let go of the hand, and instead nodded, looking up at the currently taller woman - thanks to the heels.

“Will do,” she simply answered, and started making her way down to the exit of Purgatory.

It was weird to be back outside. The air felt way less heavy and the music was now muffled behind the doors. She let go of Violet’s hand - after all, now she wouldn’t lose her in the crowd of rowdy drunks, but she could still feel a slight loss - and walked towards the cab’s platform. She used the command panel to flag one down and took a step back.

“We’re going to one of my locations, it’ll be better to discuss matters. No risk of prying ears. Hope you’re not disappointed by the only talking part,” she added with a smirk as the cab arrived. She opened the door for Violet, so she would go in first before she could follow.

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Helios was glad Violet decided to stay with her, and a smirk graced her lips in a way that gave more edge to her well defined cheekbones. She ran a pale hand through her white as clouds - they currently had that purple tone from a deep sea sunset thanks to the Purgatory lights - bringing back the loose strands back from where they met her full undercut. A useless gesture as the locks fell right back exactly to the same place they were before.

“Becoming blue is a human expression, ‘cause some biotics tend to give a light show when they’re drunk,” she quickly explained, scratching her scars around her left eye - a bad habit she developped. “Though I prefer your kind of blue.” The black eyes had something in them. The compliment was sincere. She turned towards Violet more completely, putting her elbow on the bar.

“Are you using me for my tab, Violet?” she asked, the syllables rolling off her tongue as if it were tasting the letters in the alcohol that burned her throat. “Should I be concerned I might be your next mark?”

It almost sounded like a challenge, at this point. And maybe it was. There was a flame in the void of her barely discernible pupils, unspoken words asking: ‘Show me’ to Violet. Helios was curious to see how the asari actually worked her prey. Now, was it a purely professional interest or was it something else behind her interest? Maybe. 

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WIP of Helios, my Mass Effect OC. Gonna add the shadows soon!

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