#I CAN’T UNHEAR THEM

[starblizzard247]

How are the English cast of FE3H in literally *everything*??? Not that I’m complaining (they are all f*cking incredible) but holy crap

[halestromthewhoobsessed]

Just a typical day on Deep Space Nine

[herredribbons]

hear me out

act 2 natsuri from natsuki’s perspective

it makes sense i promise please tell me you see it

[mixedbag-o-beans]

hear me out ‘ivy’ by taylor swift fits ineffable husbands to a T if you imagine the ‘husband’ as heaven and hell.

my evidence?

“How’s one to know? I’d meet you where the spirit meets the bone, in a faith forgotten land”

“I just sit here and wait, grieving for the living”

“Oh, goddamn. My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand. Taking mine, but it’s been promised to another”

“My house of stone, your ivy grows, now I’m covered in you”

“I wish to know the fatal flaw that makes you long to be magnificently cursed”

“Spring breaks loose, the time is near. What would he do if he found us out”

“Spring breaks loose, but so does fear. He’s gonna burn this house to the ground”

“How’s one to know? I’d live and die for moments that we stole, on begged and borrowed time”

“So tell me to run, or dare to sit and watch what we’ll become. And drink my husband’s wine”

“It’s a fire, it’s a goddamn blaze in the dark, and you started it”

“It’s a war, it’s the goddamn fight of my life, and you started it”

i mean COME ON. it’s literally perfect

[socialfilter]

I am begging, BEGGING, guerilla games to give us holopoints of tilda and elisabet in the next horizon game like I cannot survive off one scrap of data and tilda’s word for it I need, like in their walls NEED, to see what they were like- please. I need to see them interact, I wanna see the build up, the fallout - I do not WANT to be left to my own imagination.

Break my heart, go on. Do it,

[excelsior9173]

i think perhaps one of the neatest things about sleep token is that there are so many layers in every song that you can hear something new you never noticed before every time you listen

but the coolest part of that, for me, is that once i hear those new layers, those new harmonies and accents, i never forget them. they stay, and i hear them every time after, and so the song just gradually builds within my head as i listen more and more. every new layer adds so much more to each song

[wispmotherr]

vessel sings in cursive like those indie girls circa the 2010’s.

[mioons]

kiss, kiss, kiss, 단 하루도 빼먹지 말고

pairing. enhypen ot7 x fem. reader (hcs)

genre. fluff, est. relationship wc. 694 warnings. kissing, skinship, petnames

— where they love to kiss you. extra. none, please reblog if you’ve enjoyed,, mwah! 💋

Lee Heeseung — lips

the way your lips press together when ever he tries to kiss you; he finds it adorable. when his lips met yours for the first time, he wish he had kissed you sooner. your lips looked so plump and cute, he had to make sure no one else could kiss them except for him for the rest of his life.

the first time he kissed your lips was after your third date and let’s just say he never stopped kissing you after that day. because your lips played a melody in his heart he could never unhear, and without it, he’d feel incomplete.

“why’re your lips so soft baby?”

Sim Jaeyun — forehead

jake was far from short, he was tall. much taller than your friends and much taller than you. often when you two were out, he would rest his chin on your head. at first he was hesitant to kiss you at all. but the way you turned your head backward to look at him sometimes made it hard. so eventually, he started kissing your forehead. it was sweet and somehow intimate at the same time. so now everytime he sees you, the first thing he does is kiss your forehead. it’s become a habit.

“c’mere pretty, can’t forget your daily forehead kisses”

Park Jongseong — hands / fingers

when he first held you hand, he realised how small they were compared to his. how his fingers engulfed yours whenever you intertwined fingers. one time, he held your hand when he was driving you to a cafe for a date and that’s when he suddenly brought your hands up to his lips, kissing each one of your knuckles gently. your hand was so soft to kiss, he found himself kissing your hands or fingers everytime you two met. oh how he wishes to kiss your ring finger and see the wedding ring he gave you. but that’ll have to wait.

Park Sunghoon — ear

when you two first started dating, sunghoon realised how easily you get flustered around him and how your ears especially would turn into a crimson colour. whenever he got too close, or whenever he whispered something into your ear, they would turn red. he found it cute. he wondered what shade of red it would turn into if he kissed it.

“they’re like little strawberries on the sides of your head darling,” he’d chuckle as he pressed another gentle kiss on your earlobe, watching you shiver and turn red all over again.

Kim sunoo — beauty mark / mole

sunoo loves you. he loves everything about you, even your beauty marks. he thinks they accentuate your beauty. he never wants you to feel insecure about your beauty marks and what a better way to make you feel assured is by kissing each and every one of them.

“sunoo it’s ticklish, cmon,” you’d whine as he pepper kisses all over your beauty marks.

“no thanks, gotta show you just how much i love your beauty marks,” he’d whisper back, giggling, “god you’re so beautiful.”

Yang Jungwon — neck

he’d often get shy and flustered whenever you were around him though you two were already dating. it caused him to often shy away in your embrace, hiding his face in your neck. it felt warm and secure there for some odd reason

more often than not, he’d press kisses along your neck and collarbone. he’d leave little marks here and there to make sure people know you’ve already got a lover at home waiting for you.

Nishimura Riki — nose

whenever you’re frustrated or anxious your nose tends to scrunch up, making you look like the cutest girl in the world. or whenever he got too close to you and they’d twitch a little due to your shyness.

the way it would turn a little red when you sneezed made him want to kiss your nose and so he did.

everytime you hugged him or cuddled with him, he made it a habit to kiss your nose at least once, maybe boop it at the same time because he thinks you’re the most adorable girl in the world.

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tl: @en-gelic @dioll @luvvsim @ohmydollie @jakesangel @chaewonshoney

[mamayan]

Ok but like…we NEED a genya one shot where he eats out reader…or a dominant jealous one👀 ((if your still doing requests ofc no pressure)) go crazy with either one, have fun!✨

I can completely see Genya going a little feral eating pussy for the first time—

★彡Time Out ☆彡

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

cw: First time oral (F) • NSFW • Feral Genya lol • Overstimulation • Face Riding • Praise • Body Worship (¿)

He didn’t have many expectations when it came to intimacy with you.

He was entirely happy to simply bask in your presence, to see your smile, to receive your love. Intimacy came in many forms, like when you slipped your warm fingers into his hand and entwined them with his own. Genya adored just being by your side, and when he received physical tokens of your love in the form of hugs and gentle kisses, it was difficult not to melt into a puddle for you.

While he knows his appearance can make him seem unapproachable, but you have a way about you that seems to tame him. He’s not brash in your presence, humble instead and showing of every courtesy and respect. He follows your lead, because it’s the most natural for him.

He truly had no expectations, nothing to compare or contrast with in his memories.

So when he tastes your pussy for the time? It’s like nothing makes sense anymore.

“How the fuck—?” He’s left in utter awe because you’re so soft and damn warm it makes him light headed. “Y-you’re so hot,” he’s mumbling and moaning as he licks up your molten center with his tongue again. “Fuck—sweet too,” he never imagined or expected tasting you on his lips would be so magical.

And when you respond?

He loses it. Hearing you moan, a noise deeper and more breathy than he’s ever heard from you before it makes his cock jump in his pants. He’s devouring you, messy licks and sucks, tongue swiping all over your pussy. He’s slithering the wet appendage inside the tight confines of your pussy too, pushing past the ring of muscle and letting the tip of it graze your gooey walls. When you cry and writhe under his attention, pulling on his mohawk and grinding more of your sweet cunt across his face?

He decides this isn’t enough and promptly puts to use his hard earned muscles, hands slipping around your thighs and slipping you both.

He less asks you to ride his face and more makes his face the most pleasurable option. His fingers dinging into the plush of your hips while he helps anchor all of you down while pushing and pulling you. He’s desperate to taste more, fill his lungs and soul with you, his own hips pathetically swiveling and jerking for friction. It hardly matters that nothing is touching his cock besides his own clothes, because he’s already close to blowing just from his erotic it feels for you to grind your cute puffy clit on his nose while his tongue opens you up to drink from.

He can’t talk with his mouth full, it’s bad manners after all, so instead you fill the space not overtaken by wet squelching and moans with praise.

“Genya, baby it feels so good~”

“You’re so perfect, always making me so happy,”

“Love your tongue, so close—!”

“Oh ‘Nya, m’cuming—,”

The first time you cum on his tongue, he’s quick to follow after. Filling his pants with sticky hot cum which will take him forever to scrub out tomorrow. It’s worth it, because even as you sigh and groan, hips rolling, his tongue switches course after he’s swallowed your release.

He’s attacking your clit with vigor. Loving the wailing noises you release as you’re nearing the edge again so quickly. Soaking his lower face in sweet nectar he refuses to allow to go to waste.

He gets so distracted with tasting your cum it seems to shut his poor brain off.

Even as you beg for mercy, attempt to sit up, he’s unhearing as his mouth follows your sensitive cunt, quick to twist your bodies into a new position. He’s laying across you, his lower half more near your face as he pins you with his weight and feasts.

He’s usually so obedient, but Genya is utterly lost to his new found obsession.

“G-Genya, wait—! Oh~” he’s improving with remarkable speed, acting as if he’s determined to perfect how to devour your pussy in one night. “N-no more baby, oh, no more please~” it’s hard to tell if you truly want him to stop when you grip his head and push him down further, hips bucking for more.

He’s delirious, licking and sucking, making a complete mess of your lower half while he finds heaven between your thighs.

“Time out—!” You’ll finally cry, most recent orgasm feeling too much for real, your trembling figure exhausted despite the manic look in his eyes as he pulls up to check on you.

“I-I’m sorry… it’s just… I need it,” he’s not joking either, his desperate expression serious too.

You set the limit of orgasms from now on, lest he truly spend all night making you cum.

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[bookyeom]

coming up for air - ksy

pairing: hoshi x reader word count: 1.2k warnings: a couple of swears i think, kissing, a little suggestive but not much summary: you can't stop thinking about kissing Soonyoung. That's the plot.

A/N: I saw that video again of Booseoksoon talking about their first kisses and I cannot unhear Hoshi saying that he just wouldn't stop kissing and this is the result. Wholly unedited. Goodbye

Soonyoung is mortified. You can tell by the way he’s shrunk further into the couch cushions behind him as the guys whoop and holler. They keep playing the video Seungkwan found online of a fifteen-year old Soonyoung talking about his first kiss, and you wish you could make them stop. For your own sake, and for Soonyoung's.

“How long was your first kiss?” A voice asks from the phone as they replay it once more.

“I don’t know. I just… kept kissing,” comes Soonyoung’s response.

The guys are thriving on this new information. You know they’ll never let him live this down; they’ll use it as a form of torment and humiliation to tease Soonyoung for years to come. You, on the other hand, can’t stop thinking about it for other reasons. 

You’ve had a crush on Soonyoung for ages, and the thought of just kissing and kissing and kissing him has you nearly in a puddle on the floor. Your cheeks are warm just from the thought of it. From the thought of his hand on your face as he’s got you pressed against a wall, his hand in your hair, pulling you in like he can’t get enough. From the thought of him pushing you back into your mattress as he kisses you senseless, his entire body pressed to yours as you make out for ages. From the thought of you, straddling him on the ugly couch in his apartment, his hands just under your shirt as you kiss and kiss and kiss.

“Hey, Y/N?” Your eyes snap to Jeonghan, who has a knowing, mischievous look on his face, and you immediately want to run. “What do you think? Do you think Soonyoung would be a good kisser?”

You’re too stunned to speak for a moment. You hate him. You hate that you ever thought it’d be a good idea to confide in Wonwoo, because Wonwoo is many things, but one thing he is not is a good secret keeper. You’d been grateful before to find out that he’d only told Jeonghan about your crush, but now you kind of want to strangle them both for betraying you like this. 

You can feel Soonyoung’s eyes on you, and now it’s your turn to be mortified. You ignore him as you shrug, trying to seem nonchalant when you manage, “I definitely think he’d be a better kisser than you, Hannie.”

The attention is swiftly taken off of you as your friends hone in and start to tease Jeonghan, and your shoulders relax just a little. You manage a glance at Soonyoung, but he’s looking away from you now and down at his hands. You stand up under the guise of going to the washroom, and then make your way to the balcony outside of Seungkwan’s apartment. 

Once you get into the fresh air, you let out a long breath. You let yourself relax for a minute, safe and hidden from the teasing smiles and Soonyoung’s gaze. You’re not safe from your thoughts, however, as you fall back down the rabbit hole of wondering just what Soonyoung’s lips might feel like. God, you think miserably, he’s probably an amazing kisser. 

You want to cry when you hear the back door slide open behind you. You turn, grateful for the dim lighting outside when Soonyoung gives you a little wave before joining you. If he could see how flushed you are just at the sight of him, you think you’d give everything away. He joins you at the railing, and you look back out over the city. You can feel the warmth from his arm even through his sweater, and he mumbles an apology when his elbow gently bumps into yours.

“Thanks for saying that in there,” he says softly after a moment, and you kind of want to be anywhere but here right now. 

“Of course. Jeonghan is a little shit.”

Soonyoung hums in agreement, moving to rest his arms on the railing. It’s quiet between the two of you for a moment, and you can barely breathe, even with the fresh air that surrounds you. You’re panicking, trying to think of a way to excuse yourself before you blurt out something stupid, when he speaks again.

“For what it’s worth, I know you’d be a better kisser than Jeonghan, too.”

Your eyes widen as your head snaps towards him. He’s not looking at you, but you know he’s seen your reaction because the corner of his mouth turns up the longer you gape at him. You’re turned to face him completely now, one arm resting on the railing.

“You’ve kissed Jeonghan?” Is what comes out next. 

Soonyoung looks at you now, eyebrows raised in surprise — and then he bursts into laughter. It’s a full-belly laugh, loud enough to jolt you slightly, and you’re so caught up in watching him that you don’t even really realize what you’ve just said.

“I’m here to report that I have not kissed Jeonghan,” he responds once he’s calmed down a little. 

“Oh,” you blink. “Okay.”

“I haven’t even thought about it, really. No matter how pretty he is.”

You nod, but you’re a little lost with the conversation. Because Soonyoung’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, and you can’t stop looking at his mouth. You feel absolutely insane. 

“Have you thought about it?”

You manage to pull your eyes back up to his, blinking as you try to understand what he’s just asked you. He’s smiling, and you think he’s moved closer, but you’re finding it terribly difficult to process any of it, honestly. “Thought about what?” you ask, your eyes falling to his mouth once more when he laughs. 

“About kissing Jeonghan.”

You snap back to reality, meeting his gaze as he raises his eyebrows in question. He’s definitely moved closer now, because there’s barely a footstep between you. You search his face, and your heart leaps into your throat when you realize he’s doing the exact same. And when his eyes fall to your mouth, you can’t help the sharp inhale that leaves you.

“Maybe once or twice,” you say, and you’re proud of the way you manage to tease him just a little despite how shaky your voice is. “He’s pretty, you know. Like you said.”

“So are you.”

There’s no hiding the blush on your cheeks from him now. Not when his hand moves to brush your fingers that still rest on the railing, when you’re so close that you’re both under the shitty lamplight. 

“You think so?”

Soonyoung smiles, and it’s so fond that you’re worried your knees will buckle. “I do.”

“Thanks,” you whisper, and he hums. 

“You’re welcome.” 

He’s closed the distance so that you’re toe-to-toe now, and he moves to gently back you against the railing. He leans forward, one hand coming to rest on the railing beside you. He looks for any sign of discomfort, but you give him none as you tilt your chin up, breath catching in your throat in anticipation. 

“So,” he starts, eyes flicking between your eyes and your mouth. “Want to see how long we can kiss without coming up for air? Prove to teenage Soonyoung that he’s not a complete dumbass?”

It’s your turn to let out an unbecoming snort. You can’t help it. Soonyoung laughs with you, and your hand finds the back of his neck as you say, “As long as you don’t kiss Jeonghan later to compare, then yes. Very much yes.”

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[grlsinterrupted]

i hope your requests are open again but if not im so sorry!! but i was wondering if u could do a dallas winston x fem!reader where reader is having problems at home (her parents being shitty yk?) and she is just having a really bad day and shes on the verge of a break down but then dallas calls and says he needs bail but she cant bring herself to be angry or else she’ll finally break so she just agrees and goes to get him but he senses somethings wrong and tries to get her to talk to him and basically just a really really really soft dallas

sorry if thats too much😭❤️

but tysm i luv ur work🫶🏼

love is a gentle thing, your’s is thicker than a velvet ring ࿔*:･ﾟ

you’ve reached your breaking point | dallas winston x fem ! reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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it’s insane how much a piece of paper dictates what you can do, what you can’t do, who you can talk to— your entire life, really. though it holds no monetary value, your report card has always seemed to define your self worth, and better yet, served as a constant reminder that you’ll never truly satisfy your parents. no matter how many hours you spent slaving away on your assignments, fighting back the urge to fall asleep right on your desk, your dedication will never be enough.

a thick silence fills the room, the only sound coming from the faint chirping of crickets and the rhythm of your rugged breathing. you’re seated on the corner of your bed, your hands shaking as you grapple onto the edges of your report card. the paper is crinkled, stained with tears and remnants of your mascara smeared across the letter ‘b+.’ the memory of your mother lecturing you about your grades replays in your head like a song you want to unhear. one single letter was enough to spiral you into a loop of madness. suddenly, the silence is broken by a ringing phone. you flinch, reaching over your nightstand to answer it.

you clear your throat, sniffling. “hello?”

a familiar voice huffs out a chuckle behind the phone. it didn’t take you long to realize that this accented tone belonged to none other than your boyfriend, dallas. “hey, doll. y’know how the fuzz are, they’ve been on my ass all week.”

“dal? are you seriously calling me from jail?” your voice is shaky as you bite back your tears, the report card’s weight heavy on your lap. despite how desperately you needed to cry, right now wasn’t the time. you’ve gathered all the composure remaining in you to deal with dallas’ reckless behavior.

“listen, i’m g’na need a couple bucks for bail. you’d do that for me, wouldn’t ya?”

all you can do is sigh. of course he’d called you for bail. even though you wanted to blow up at him over the phone and tell him to pay for his own bail, you couldn’t bring yourself to be angry at him. you were just as troubled as he was, if not, worse— the only difference being that you prioritized your future more than he ever would.

“sure, whatever. i’ll just- i’ll drive there right now. don’t do anything while i’m gone.”

dallas grazes his bloody knuckles against his a bruise on his cheekbone, wincing. somehow, he’d gotten into a fight with a soc while he was walking to buck’s place. granted that you’ve been silent the entire time, he could sense something was wrong with you— the way your eyes have lost that little sparkle in them, the way your head tilted downwards as the two of you walked out of the police station, and most of all, the fact that you didn’t even hug him once he was released.

despite the amount of times dallas has tried to reisist your post-jail hugs, they’re all he looks forward to while he’s stuck in his cell. your hugs blanket him with a sense of security— the kind of security he’s never had. without that subtle gesture, he felt as though a part of him was missing.

“you’ve been awfully quiet.” dallas mutters under his breath, looking down at you.

you shrug, shaking your head. “i never noticed.”

“yeah, but ya know what i notice?” he pockets his hands. “sum’s wrong with ya.”

you can feel your throat begin to close up as you reply. “nothing’s wrong, dal,” your voice begins to tremble as you tell yourself, do not cry in front of your boyfriend. “let’s just go home, now. i’m tired.”

“are ya mad at me for getting into a fight?” he raises a brow, nudging you with his shoulder. “‘cause if you are, he came onto me first.”

something in you snaps, emotions overflowing like a dam bursting. the stray tear that you’ve been fighting to hold back runs down your cheek. you’ve finally reached your limit. “i’m not mad at you for that! well- i am, but i’m just.. i’m stressed, okay?! everyone is stressing me out!”

dallas goes silent for a second, just watching you shatter in front of him. once he replies, his voice immediately softens. “y’know you can talk to me about anythin’, right?”

you gulp, wiping away the tear as you nod.

dallas runs a hand through his hair, biting the inside of his lip almost as if he’s hesitant to say something. he then begins to speak up.

“you forgot somethin’.”

he pulls you into a warm embrace, brushing his fingers through the strands of your hair as you cry into his arms. this time, the hug is offering you that sense of security that dallas yearns for. you’re finally safe in his arms, safe from all of the expectations set on you.

‘love is a gentle thing, your’s is thicker than a velvet ring ..’ .ᐟ ₊˚⊹♡

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[rubyvhs]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ sam winchester fucking you…

16+

early season!sam and how guilty he’d be to fuck you while he’s fucking ruby, 

he keeps thinking he isn’t pure enough for you but everytime he tries to turn you down you bat your eyelashes at him and he starts taking your shirt off to touch you, his hand running all over your body, removing your jeans next and he’s just staring at you underneath him going ‘fuck i don’t deserve them’.

you know about him and ruby to some extent. you don’t care, you want sam, and he’s right there and he’s grieving and he’s yours to take. after the initial shock he leans down to kiss you again before abruptly pulling away because it’s too intimate, too much. he kisses down your neck, sucking a little harder when you make a noise he just can’t fucking unhear.

he gets to your bra but doesn’t unclasp it, he works around it to show each one the attention it deserves before finally, finally, undoing the clasp and sucking on your nipples. you’re moaning so pretty underneath him and he can’t help but grind himself against the bed, just hearing your voice.

he finally decides he can’t take it anymore, consequences can go fuck themselves because he’s planning on fucking you, pulling your underwear down and he’s memorized and you’re kind of squirming, telling him to ‘hurry up, sam, please’ and he wishes he could listen but staring at you, someone he’s wanted for so long, fuck, it’s better than heaven.

but he does it. he does touch you, makes you moan louder than you ever have, fucking into you slow but so deep you can’t help but gasp his name with every thrust, begging for something though you’re not sure what, it’s just his name over and over again, and he can’t help but think that if he dies, he wants it to be at this moment, next to the purest thing he knows, inside you, maybe then he’ll be pure enough.

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should i put warning? please tell me what i should put cause i’m literally below zero when it comes to smut but i was like really craving sam and this kinda stumbled out.

[paruparuparuparu]

UNHOLY ALLIANCE SPOILERS (again, I can’t stop yapping about this update):

Either I’m the slowest person alive, or I just think too much (though it’s fun to do so). BASICALLY I was just playing my game and thought over the Bishop’s final quest until I realized all of their dialogue had a connection to their injuries. I’ll start from the most obvious to the more vague.

First up- Leshy

In this dialogue, he makes the connection to his blindness and his ignorance, being so out of touch with reality that he didn’t know the extent of what he was getting himself into.

Narinder’s plans were not at all a bother to him, having his own cult to run and experiment with. He relished in the devotion his chaotic ways had to offer, and because of his foolishness, he lost his sight; hence see no evil.

Now for the genocide. Once again, he explains he didn’t know the full extent of what he was getting himself into, more focused on what had happened rather than what will happen. Therefore he thoughtlessly agreed, seeing how his siblings were compliant to Shamura’s orders.

He never saw the evil in the actions of his peers until it was too late, his eyes acting as both a symbol and punishment for his ignorance to all around him.

Next- Kallamar

This can be easily skipped if you didn’t pay attention to the dialogue, but he explains that all of which he has heard he wishes to unhear.

I already explained this in my other post, but he knew of Narinder’s plans, and instead of speaking out, he cowers and wishes he never knew of it in the first place. Unlike Leshy, who remained ignorant on the matter, Kallamar knew too much.

For the genocide (Which might explain the Mystic Sellers description of Kallamar), he hesitates when he hears of Shamura’s orders to kill all Lambs. A part of him knows that what they’re doing is wrong, but rather than listening to his sense of justice, he complies. An action in which he regrets.

He hears too often, and wishes to not hear. He listens, and yet doesn’t listen to himself. His ears act as a symbol and punishment for his cowardice and lack of self.

Now- Heket

This one is a little less obvious than the previous ones, but only a small part admits it. Heket shows her love for her siblings quite often despite being the cruelest of them. So imagine her despair once everything fell out of order.

For Narinder’s plans, she was most likely unaware of them before it was too late. And once everything started falling out of order, she was demanding for everything to go back to normal, urging her siblings for all that has gone wrong to right itself, and finally in her most vulnerable state, begged for the family she once knew to come back together, knowing that it never would.

After being left vulnerable, her despair turned into rage targeted at Narinder. She was determined to protect her remaining siblings, and in turn, immediately agreed upon hearing Shamura’s orders to carry out the slaughter of all Lambs. She heard the lambs scream and beg with their lungs, cry for lost loved ones, and demand justice for those who have been wronged. Though, she showed no remorse; for she knew there was none.

She screamed and begged for her family, and in turn heard others scream for their own. Her throat symbolizes and acts as punishment for the injustice she faced herself, and for the injustice she caused others.

Finally- Shamura

Shamura’s dialogue is the longest of the Bishops, as well as the most confusing for me to pick apart.

Shamura knew of Narinder’s plans, and yet decided to tell nobody. They knew of the risks of supporting such practices, yet went along with it anyways until the consequences were apparent. Then and there, they decided to put a stop to it all, banishing Narinder to his own realm.

This part would just be a guess in order to connect the dots, but I have a feeling that Shamura and Clauneck conversed one day. On that day, the cards were drawn, telling of a lamb that would slay all the Bishop and set the Chained One free. Shamura didn’t accept this, and politely dismissed themselves, almost immediately thinking on how to avoid such a fate.

One day after resting for years, they come up with a solution- that solution is of course, to destroy all lambs. They order their remaining siblings to hunt them down, spreading propaganda, putting bounty’s on their heads, and spreading plauge and famine across the lands.

They feed their siblings lies about the prophecy, twisting and molding their fate to bring a sense of hope to their siblings. Eventually, they start believing their own lie, convincing themselves that blood must be spilled in order to preserve the Old Faith.

They spin and mold the web to their liking, though eventually it will all come apart, and all that they’re left with is guilt. Their skull symbolizes the strings they pulled. The lies they fed. The guilt of knowing. The guilt of deceiving. All of it. For it is the way they will be punished.

All of these are basically my take on the whole thing, and are not confirmed besides the dialogue. I just enjoy piecing everything together because this game is just so amazing!! Also if you made it to here, thank you for reading all of that, and if you have any thoughts or corrections, feel free to comment and or repost!!

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On the same page...Pt 12 (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Author! Reader Bookshop Au!)

Moments after hearing the truth, panic ensues in your heart and you make a run for it... (1.3k Words)

Part 11, Part 13, Masterlist

Warnings: angst, anxiety, disassociation

AN! I AM BACK. the library has helped to heal me somewhat and I am finally back into writing! This chapter has been waiting so I'll leave it as it was but continue with 13 in a fresh perspective.

There is silence in the room, a shock settles in the quiet as you all process what happened. Fresh tears sting your eyes as you feel you’ve finally had enough. It was all suffocating. All of this, everything felt like a game. You look up to Simon and find him staring at the door tensely, but he looks down to you when you gently push out of his arms. His hands naturally reach out to you but you shake your head, turning to head upstairs.

Sam reaches an arm to Simon when he turns to follow you. 

“Give her a moment Simon, it is all we can do right now.”

Hazel eyes watch as you disappear up the stairs, hands clenched. 

Your mind is muddled as you move. You drop the bouquet on the table before scooping up your engagement rings as you pocket them mindlessly. You bump past the couch in a daze before going into your room and changing for the day. You grab your backpack and laptop, clenching the sleek metal harder when you catch your reflection. Your phone buzzes but you ignore it, muting it, slipping on your headphones, and pressing play before heading out the door. 

The posters blur as you move, drinks forgotten and hunger ignored as you pull open the stair door.

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

You always ran, didn't you? The light of the day darkens in the bookstore as Sam has disappeared. You don't care you find, not at the moment as the past buzzes in your mind. They always left, didn’t they? It happened before didn’t it- there is a wall in front of you.

 We were at the table by the window with the view

Casting shadows, the sun was pushing through

Spoke a lot of words, I don't know if I spoke the truth

He doesn't reach to touch you but blocks your exit and your eyes roll up to him. Simon is already ready to leave, isn’t he? The beast in your mind prowls your heart, a snarl on its face, teeth gleaming. You look at him dully and you move to push past, unhearing of his excuse, and he lets you by and it breaks your heart. You don't bother to brace for the cold before pushing out into it.

Got so much to lose

Got so much to prove

God, don't let me lose my mind

You make it to the car, slipping through passers in the crowd. Tears in your eyes burn in the cold as you want to hide, but some anxious instinct sends you away and you move to open the car door before you are engulfed by a big body. You move to struggle but as a tattooed arm spins you into Simon’s jacket chest you collapse into his arms and cry. Music engulfs your mind you can’t hear his words but the look in his eyes makes you want to panic.

Trouble on my left, trouble on my right

I've been facing trouble almost all my life

My sweet love, won't you pull me through?

Everywhere I look, I catch a glimpse of you

I said it was love and I did it for life

I didn't do it for you

There is a swirling heat, soft and warm as he regards you, he pulls your backpack off tenderly as you shake in the cold, stinging tears streaming down your face when you quiver. He isn't speaking you realize then, but he pulls away and sets your backpack in the car before gently taking the keys from you. He then leans down and your heart pounds when tucks his head into your neck. He does not attempt to grab you, careful not to make you panic but he murmurs against your neck. The words are lost on you before he is then gone, pulling back with a straightened face but soulful eyes. 

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

You could run then. You realize with your heart dropping, was this it? Something gone before it even started? You pull the engagement rings out of your pocket, the silver chain warming in your hand. You look up to Simon with tears. Is this everything, how it was always meant to be? Your eyes catch the glimmer of jewels in the dawning light, you look up to Simon in question but he only watches. More tears well as Trouble moves on.

Will it come to pass, or will I pass the test?

You know what they say, yeah, the wicked get no rest

You can have my heart, any place, any time

Your heart breaks then, the constriction of an old anxiety clawing at your chest as you choke out a sob. You move then, dropping the rings and launching yourself into Simon's arms.

Got so much to lose

Got so much to prove

God, don't let me lose my mind

He is everything you think then, in some reasonable part of your mind tucked behind the pain and loss. He smells of bourbon and honey as his arms coil around you and you feel a heavy breath leave his chest. You realize it then, he would have let you go, tears streaming down your face as music pools into your ears. 

Trouble on my left, trouble on my right

I've been facing trouble almost all my life

My sweet love, won't you pull me through?

Everywhere I look, I catch a glimpse of you

I said it was love and I did it for life

I didn't do it for you

But, a hand pries your face from his chest, and an arm coils, hand splaying along your jaw and neck. He kisses you in a hurried panic. 

Trouble on my left, trouble on my right

I've been facing trouble almost all my life

My sweet love, won't you pull me through?

Everywhere I look, I catch a glimpse of you

I said it was love and I did it for life

I didn't do it for you

You lose your breath in his panic, embers sparked in a bruised blaze, he thought you would leave, forcing himself not to stop you. Simon's lips clash with yours as you step back against the car. His hand moves into your hair and he parts for a rapid breath, his eyes dilated in shock and panic. You follow his breath with a quiet noise, heart aching but soul tied to the ghost in front of you. Your hands find his jaw as you gently thumb a scar.

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Your next realization comes in the same shock, and your hands clench a little harder. He was scared of losing you. You exhale, back hitting the side of the car as the cold barrels in, Simon frowns, following you and stepping ever forward to block you from the cold. You feel a rumble pass through him when his foot knocks against the rings but you only pull him to your lips again. 

Got so much to lose

Got so much to prove

God, don't let me lose my mind

The next moment is a scramble as you rip the headphones off and Simon takes the moment to trail soft kisses down your neck. The sound of the outside world comes rushing in when you finally hear his words.

“Though you would leave, dove.”

His voice is rough, raw you realize, as your hand threads into his hair. Memories come rushing in. 

Your first love with your heart broken, running away.

Your voice comes out firm,

“No, Si, not again.”

He pulls up from your neck as his arms tug you close, a protective glint in his eyes, 

“That's my girl.”

That has your lips quirking up, 

“Yours?”

Simon chuckles,

“You better fuckin’ believe it.”

His eyes burn into yours, a satisfied sense of pride sauntering itself into his chest when you tuck your head into him. He would have let you leave if that's what you wanted, but he would have followed. 

Fin : )

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Gemtho Fortnight Day 12

Prompt: Gemtho prompt where Gem is visiting a friend in another province and they go out clubbing and she ends up at a glory hole. She recognizes Etho's voice when he starts talking to her from the other side, not knowing it's her. :)) or. Some variation of that idk I trust you.

cw: rpf, public sex, nsfw

It’s quieter than she expects, the thudding of music from the rest of the club easily ignorable as she sinks to her knees on the mat beside the wall.

There’s a green light beside her, signaling she’s not alone, as much as it might feel like it, and she carefully flips the switch that will let them know she’s ready too.

It takes a moment, but eventually she hears someone shifting on the other side of the wall, and slowly, a cock slips through the hole between them.

It’s hard, the tip wet, as though they’ve been touching themself, waiting for someone like Gem to show up, and Gem’s mouth waters. She doesn’t do this often — at least not when she’s home, only when she’s visiting friends in another province — and she’s been thinking about it all day.

Without warning, she laps at the tip, enjoying the way the man groans, the wall thudding as though he’s jammed his hand against it. She smiles when she takes him in her grip, stroking slowly, admiring the way his foreskin shifts as she moves.

It’s too dry to jerk him off properly, but he doesn’t appear to mind, even rocks forward the best he can, like he’s trying to get more.

She doesn’t make him wait, just leans in, slipping him between her lips and enjoying the noise he makes in response. He seems easy, and she likes that.

She takes him deeper, holding him near the base, working at him, quick and easy. When she rolls her tongue against the underside, he groans loudly.

She doesn’t expect it when he says, “You’re good at that.”

She breaks rhythm, partway choking herself as she accidentally takes him too deep, and he moans again. It sounds — it can’t be, but for some reason his voice sounds exactly like Etho’s.

She pulls off, jerking him with her hand, the motion eased by her own saliva, and she needs to hear him speak again. There’s no way it’s actually him, but she can’t unhear it now.

She moans before she can stop herself, the thought of Etho on the other side of the wall too much for her to think about. She wonders if he’d be easy too. If he’d pant and try his best to fuck into her mouth through the hole, if he’d beg for her to make him come.

They could do it — Etho could stay anonymous and Gem would get to fantasize about the weight of him on her tongue for the rest of her life.

She leans back, spitting on the tip of his dick before continuing to stroke him, and his cock twitches, clearly enjoying it.

Without warning, she lets go of him completely, too curious for her own good. But it works, because the man moans in clear disappointment.

“Please,” he says. “Don’t stop.”

The accent, the intonation — it all sounds like Etho and she blinks at his dick, wondering if that’s the most she’ll ever see of him.

“Are you still there?” he asks after a moment, and Gem shifts into action, stroking him again with a renewed interest.

If it’s actually Etho, she wants to give him an orgasm he’ll never forget.

He moans loudly and the noise bounces around in her mind, and she knows she’ll think about it later with a hand between her legs.

She lets him hit the back of her throat, swallowing around him, using her enthusiasm to her advantage, and he gets louder. She works at him with her lips and tongue, needing more, wanting him to fill her mouth with his taste.

“I’m close,” he warns, not that it deters her. She knows exactly where she wants him to come.

When he does, it’s with another loud groan, his cock twitching as he spurts across her tongue. She immediately swallows, licking at him gently, wanting more and earning a couple of extra dribbles for her efforts.

Eventually, he hisses, starting to pull back, and she makes a noise of regret, but lets him go.

She wipes at her mouth with the back of her arm, wondering how often he visits this club, if she’d be able to find him again before she travels home. The chances are slim, probably nonexistent.

She can’t just let him slip away, though. She won’t be able to stop thinking about it, what could have been.

“Is that you, Etho?” she asks, unable to hold herself back, and the silence is deafening as she waits.

The worst that can happen is the guy will say no, or ask what she’s talking about. Though maybe the worst will actually be that it’s him, and they’ll both have to live with this.

She bites at her bottom lip, folding her sticky hands in her lap.

The voice that comes back is weak, barely audible.

“Gem?” he asks and Gem’s eyes widen.

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Starting my ‘stop buying games and just letting them sit there to collect dust’ New Year’s resolution so, um. Officially going to start Nier Automata now. Woo!