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azertyrobaz · 11 months ago
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Omega and her tooka doll
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lulublack90 · 7 months ago
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Prompt 10 - Confined
@wolfstarmicrofic June 10, word count 489
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Remus’s heart was stuttering. He was inches away from Sirius’s face. His eyes were locked with Sirius’s stormy greys. Sirius’s mouth parted, and his chest heaved, but he didn’t push Remus away. 
Remus dipped his head slightly, giving Sirius a chance to move. Sirius didn’t, but neither did Remus. He’d started panicking. What if he kissed him and Sirius didn’t want him to? What if he kissed him and Sirius told McGonagall or Dumbledore what he’d done, and his dad had to come get him? 
Sirius must have noticed the sudden change in his demeanour because his hand came up off the bed. He brushed his fingers through Remus’s hair and brought his head down towards him, closing the gap between them.
Sirius’s lips were soft and gentle. Remus couldn’t believe what was happening. He’d never kissed anyone before and somehow Sirius was his first. They broke apart and Remus froze again, waiting for Sirius’s reaction. 
“Come here,” Sirius whispered. Remus lay down on the bed beside him. Sirius rolled his lips inside his mouth and bit down as he awkwardly wrapped his arm over Remus’s waist. Their eyes met again and they both laughed softly. 
Sirius’s fingers began to gently draw patterns along Remus’s side. “Well, that was different,” Sirius chuckled. “A good different.” He clarified when Remus tensed up. “I think I’d quite like to do it again.” Sirius smiled at him before he leaned forward and pressed his lips back against Remus’s.
Their second kiss was better than their first, now that the nervousness had gone. Remus relaxed and let Sirius take over. It was wonderful until Sirius’s hand dipped beneath Remus’s shirt and Remus leapt away. 
“Sorry,” He said, horrified at his reaction. “Erm, I’ve never had. What I mean is, no one's ever. Erm.” He screwed his eyes closed, trying to figure out what to say, when the cabin door burst open and a chattering James and Peter came in. They paused to take in the scene before them. 
“You two alright?” James asked them. Remus panicked again and ran into the bathroom, locking the door. 
“Guys, can you give us a minute?” He heard Sirius mutter to James and Peter through the door. The cabin door opened and closed again. Remus breathed out a sigh of relief. He’d be alright in a moment. 
Sirius knocked on the bathroom door. 
“Hey, Remus, you don’t have to be confined to the bathroom any more, James and Peter have gone.”
Remus unlocked the door and felt so embarrassed. Sirius was trying really hard to hold back his laughter. “Why on earth did you think the best course of action was to hide in there?” 
“I panicked,” Remus said, his face flushing hot and red. Sirius nodded. 
“Yeah, I guessed that.” He chuckled and gave Remus his best smile as he took his hand and led him back to the bed. “Come on, let's have a chat.” 
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covered-up-bondage · 1 year ago
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Wossa
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queen-daya · 9 months ago
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Hunter Being Omega’s Dad -> Confined
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animepopheart · 1 year ago
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★ 【ᴍᴏ】 「 📱⚡︎ 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter
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sol-lar-bink · 7 months ago
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Monthly OCs June: Riley! First proper render for her lmao.
Originally I was gonna finish a whole page of doodles for her... but time is short so have just one (1)
I'll probably use this for a refsheet at some point too
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locitapurplepink · 9 months ago
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Clone sisters // Omega on 3.01 "Confined" // Emerie on 3.10 "Identity Crisis"
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shree-narayani · 9 months ago
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I stand there
Quiet and calm
Apparently at least
While the turmoil inside me is dancing at its peak
I look at me in the mirror
I don't seem to recognise the reflection
It's familiar
But not me
I feel like I stink
How did I end up like this
Where am I going there isn't a picture of it
I am walking but do I really want to
Where is it ?
I'm searching
So desperate and murking
Peace .......that's all I want
Just peace ....
Is it too much to ask ?
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snow-dragon-rider · 11 months ago
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In conclusion, I think Nala Se should snap and get to throttle Hemlock, as a treat.
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thatgreyjedi · 11 months ago
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Things I took away from the first three episodes of the Bad Batch season three:
-> Crosshair has the Star Wars equivalent of Parkinson’s (except for the fact that it was a medical side effect of attempted “reeducation” aka brainwashing)
-> Hunter be like “Welp, I lost one kid… I guess I just have to adopt three more clone kids.”
-> Serial Killers obsessed with torture methods + access to state of the art medical supplies and possible studies related to medicine = “Doctor” Royce Hemlock
-> If Star Wars even thinks about killing Batcher, I will bawl my eyes out as if I’m watching a sad dog movie
-> I don’t know whether or not to like or hate Nala Se. That’s all.
-> Personally, I think that Hemlock getting built up to be Star Wars’s most cynical, twisted, darkest villain introduced in the shows/movies. I mean it makes sense, like Palpatine is his boss and they clearly work closely together.
-> If Omega is force sensitive, how didn’t Shaak Ti find her on Kamino? It wasn’t like the Kaminoans could hide her force signature… or could they??? Idk, I think it’s weird personally…
🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️
Guess we have to keep watching to find out more… Yippee…
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spockvarietyhour · 11 months ago
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K-9X1, "Confined"
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guerrilla-operator · 4 months ago
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Coke Bust // Neutralized
Locked out, looking in, living on the other side. Can't sleep, can't conversate, can't sit still, can't relate. The tension builds and I need my release. I have to be drugged, I want to be free. I need to be restrained, I need to be neutralized. I need to be acclimated in order to survive. Trapped in, looking out, contemplating suicide. A slave to myself, a slave to society, a pawn of a man, a slave to my mind. The tension builds and I need my release. I have to be drugged, I want to be free. I need to be restrained, I need to be neutralized. I have to be acclimated in order to survive. I need to be restrained, I need to be neutralized.
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animalsoutloud · 2 months ago
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tenth-sentence · 3 days ago
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Ariel. Confined together
In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,
In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell;
They cannot budge till your release. The king,
His brother and yours, abide all three distracted
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly
Him that you term'd, sir, 'The good old lord, Gonzalo;'
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.
William Shakespeare: The Complete Works, The Tempest (Act V, Scene I)
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virtuouslibertines69 · 2 months ago
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"Everything is too secure and confined for a homesickness like mine " - Christine Busta, tr. by Beth Bjorklund, from “The Prodigal Son”
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whats-in-a-sentence · 3 days ago
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EPILOGUE.
SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have 's mine own,
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confined by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since i have my dukedom got
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands:
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
William Shakespeare: The Complete Works, The Tempest (Act V, Scene I)
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