#old partner story

[writing-with-zoe]

Sometimes it made her angry how often people took for granted something as simple as a touch from another. She would sit and watch a hand reaching to offer comfort to another only for that person to pull away. A hug being pulled away from too quickly by the rush of daily activity. It made her scowl every time, her eyes filling with envy, longing for that simple thing. Skin. Just one connection of the soft caress of skin against skin. Sure, there was the occasional need of her power to incapacitate a villain, a quick press of her hand to them. It wasn't the same, she wanted someone touching her. Hands exploring across her exposed body, making her body quiver and ache for more. The kind of touching she lived vicariously through when she spent a little too much time flying in the sky around bedroom windows.

Before her powers manifested there had been affection from her parents, playing with other children, the occasional brush by, those memories were so long ago now that the visual was there but not the muscle memory from the action. Then Cody happened - the kiss that caused her to put on the gloves and swear off physical contact forever. With her boyfriend in a coma she realized even her lips were cursed, she would never share in the affection of others, including sex.

Sex - the reason she had fixated on finding a mutant she had come across by chance. Someone who had rendered her powerless. Temporarily, but the rather embarrassing car ride home left her lost in a parade of possibilities of what she could experience with such a gift. She had questions, how did he do it? How long did it last? And most importantly, would he do it again? She fluttered from her chest all the way down to long-abandoned areas. Rogue had done her best to disguise herself during her treks down to the mutant underground in search of leads, even trying to do her best to not threaten her powers against anyone for information, but after reaching a point of frustration, a slip-up, or slip off of the gloves, found her finally getting the information she needed. A deal was made with her body as barter for pleasure and arrangements made

There had been several points she considered turning back around and backing out of the arrangement. The first, as she hastily spread the fiery red hair dye through her hair. It just had to be the brightest damn color on the shelf, but it was also the one that promised to wash out the quickest. She dried and straightened her hair before applying dark eyeshadow and glossy pink lipstick. Her eyes lingered on her reflection in the mirror, unable to remember the last time she had allowed herself to be this...femanine.

The second, placing the eight inch heels and other items in her bag. She knew she wouldn't make it out of the Mansion in that, but a body suit would provide the cover needed to slip away unnoticed, concealed in the night. She had taken her gloves off to feel the texture of the stockings between her fingers, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have his hands running up and down her legs, up over her ass… Excitement and fear rushed through her. This could be addicting, the logical side of her brain trying to reach her but her mind lost in the feel of her fingertips dancing across pink silk.

Finally she had felt a moment of hesitation as she made her way to him. The question of how far she would go to experience what he could offer, followed by how far she would want to go, both burning at her mind. Flashes of things she had seen while floating in trees, the ravenous ways couples went at one another flushing out all negative thoughts. Instead she felt a gush between her legs, causing her to fly faster to the one who could finally give her the release she craved.

Here she was, feeling his eyes on her as she peeled out of the body suit and let it fall to the floor. Every part of her body screaming to feel his skin against hers while she slipped into the garter belt and stockings, taking special care to slowly run her hands up her legs as she did for show. What am I doing? Her heart raced as she slid her arms into the silk sleeves before turning to face him. She started to worry about if this would actually work and if it didn’t would she be able to stop herself being so worked up.

Then he touched her, she drew in her breath and waited for the flow of her powers to course through her. When nothing happened she exhaled and closed her eyes in relief only to feel his lips pressing so lightly against hers. Her body vibrated and she reached out to touch him, a hand on his cheek, moving down to his neck before resting against his chest. She felt head drunk with the sensations of lips against lips, skin against skin. For a moment she forgot about the world around her, memorizing the way his hair felt in her fingertips, the feel of his facial hair when she lightly brushed her hand down his cheek, the heat of his chest against her palm, she wanted to imprint in her brain forever should she lose the opportunity to do it again. Finally she broke away from their contact, squeezing her hands into fists as if to will them to stand down. She looked at him, eyes full of fear and excitement, she struggled to find her voice but when she finally did she asked him, “What else can you show me?”

[kirby-the-gorb]

[zivazivc]

my brainrot about these two can be measured in liters

[artuurle]

more doodles of this thing that haunts my brain and his boyfriend

More doodles centered around pre-godhood shenanigans under cut to keep post short for the sanity of others lol

tha legally mandated Only 1 bed trope ...

getting the old uniform out!

annnnd the obilgatory sad bonus U u U

[rystiel]

sorta not-too-shitty stepdad stan takes tate fishing

(he’s that weird guy who’s always with his dad when tate visits on the weekends after his parents’ divorce)

[grapefruittwostep]

I tried very hard on Sealskin Katara with her Tang Dynasty nonsense and the lighting killed me. I need to lie down forerver

[bixels]

im gonna be honest sir for the longest time i thought you WERE a beautiful butch lesbian on account of the multitudes of lesbian art and your attire in photos and your lack of pronouns that would suggest otherwise

Sorry to disappoint.

[crimescrimson]

The Main House in Resident Evil 7 (2017)

[whos-hotter-jjba]

[melon-official]

She wails as though a part of her has died.

oh man. i picked up the sidestory to @just-a-carrot's five-arc horror epic a couple days ago and i'm so glad i did. i'll probably be talking nonstop and/or drawing about it for days

there's a handful of whiteboard doodles with other characters under the cut, but rly i just wanted to pay a homage to the scene that hit me the hardest... enjoy

[whatwooshkai]

2?

(important context in tags)

Dani sucks in a breath, and prepares for the worst. "There's no way you're fitting in that."

Blades gives her a blank look, the dress halfway up his thighs. "Huh?"

Even if there weren't love handles spilling over the waistband of his boxers, there's no way in hell Blades is fitting into anything Dani owns. He's taller than her, his shoulders are broader, and he's far more filled out. "You're not fitting in that."

"Why?" Blades asks, seemingly genuinely curious.

Because you're fat, is on the tip of Dani's tongue, but she holds it. Blades isn't even human on most days, she shouldn't subject him to human problems like body image issues. "We're not the same size," she settles on, tapping a beat on her arm. "You're bigger than me. And I'd rather you not rip that dress."

Blades' frown gets deeper, but he shimmies out of the dress and pulls back on the old tshirt and jeans from her dad, the only clothes they had that would fit him. "I could get smaller?" he offers.

Dani shakes her head. "No, you can't," she tells him. "You're not... y'know."

"Right," Blades mutters, crossing his arms over his chest. Dani can see the outline of his stomach through the shirt. How can he not be insecure about that? "But I don't like these clothes, I like your clothes. Your dad has no sense of style."

Dani cracks a smile at that. "No, he doesn't. But, uh..." she shifts, staring at the dress crumpled on the floor. Maybe she should've let him stretch out that dress. She always looks a little off in it... "I could take you shopping," she offers, and Blades absolutely lights up.

"Really?" he says, grabbing her hands. "Can we go to the mall? Oh, I've always wanted to do that-" he cuts himself off suddenly, eyes growing wide. "Oh my Primus. You have to buy me a pretzel."

Dani bites the comment on her tongue and forces herself to match his energy. "Of course!" she promises, squeezing his hands back. "You should enjoy your time as human!"

Blades' grin lights up the whole room.

Dani sighs when he turns away, babbling about all his plans and gathering up the clothes scattered on the floor to get an idea of what he wants. He's so excited, Dani wishes she could genuinely match that energy.

Maybe I could stand to learn a thing or two from him.

[drbtinglecannon]

Hi-Fi Rush really said "let's make a rhythm game that's made with such love and passion for music, has good characterization and growth, the humor and character designs are fun, the enemy battles are creative, the main villain is defeated through the power of friendship, and it contains tons of bonus content with no microtransactions, all for half the cost of an AAA game" and it fucking slapped

[tiffanybluesclues]

Every week someone makes a post about how annoying it is that Dick Grayson fans don't acknowledge his flaws, and every week someone replies with an explanation that the flaws OP listed are entirely fanon and inconsistent with canon as it actually happened and at this point I have to assume that none of those explanations are ever going to stick because clearly some people just want the fanon to be true.

Anyway, I'm just putting this here for me to edit and add relevant-to-the-topic links later so I'll have them nicely at hand to read and sooth my frustrations when it gets real bad out there. (Echo chambers are good when we use them to drown out character mischaracterizing fanon.)

[amelikos]

Gibeon and Amethio key frames.

[mintytealfox]

If you're up for it, some Naibrick headcanons about Halloween?

GOSH yes yes yes YES -rubs hands together-

I can see Naib initially HATING the holiday, until Frederick comes home with a bag of candies and hands them off to Naib. For their first Halloween

Frederick: "I am going to go read my tarot cards, so I got this candy for you. You can hand them out to people who come to the door or just turn off all of the lights and enjoy the candy yourself~"

Naib: "? Are you saying this entire bag of candy is mine?" Frederick: "mhm" Naib: "I don't have to share?" Frederick: "Nope" Naib: "I don't have to socialize?" Frederick: "Nope" Naib: "huh, ......Thanks" Frederick: "Sure~ Can I read your fortune tonight?" Naib: "No, but I am willing to share this candy you got me" Frederick: "-sighs- fine"

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Naib ending up in a candy coma for most of the evening, but then waking up in the middle of the night to go find Frederick who is up at his writing desk with a candle and just quietly tinking his tuning fork, leaned back in his chair comfortably.

Naib: "Having trouble tonight?" -Frederick flinching a little before quickly turning his swivel chair to face towards Naib with a surprised expression- "Sorry, I didn't hear you come in.." -he rubs his temple and shakes his head- "I'm fine.."

Naib: "........" Frederick: "maybe a little...trouble....with..." -gently taps at the side of his head as he looks off to the side-

Naib walks over and sits on the floor next to the chair Frederick is sitting in "you don't have to hide that stuff from me. I know my experience is different, but I understand hearing things...in my case remembering...things. I am not alone anymore because of you, so...share the load I guess..." -looks away a little embarrassed and offers his hand to Frederick, he will let him read 'his lines or whatever'-

-Frederick smiles a little and instead of attempting to read his palm, he just takes his hand in his and just holds it-

Naib blushing and refusing to look still "....thanks for not reading my palm..."

Frederick: "sure~"

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Then I can see following years Naib planning things so Frederick doesn't have to be miserable and alone with his thoughts on his favorite Tarot reading day.

Naib: "so, I am rationing out the candy so I don't pass out this time. Also" -pulls out loads of pumpkins and two knives- "we should carve these things"

Frederick: "why?"

Naib: "saw some kids doing it and thought I would be good at it"

Frederick trying and failing to hold back a laugh "Alright, sure, why not, lets carve the 20 pumpkins you bought~"

Naib: "Great, this way we can be occupied and you won't be alone like last time"

-Frederick just smiles as he hums quietly to himself as he thinks about a song he could carve into this first pumpkin-

-Naib is pleased-

But the seed pile would be horrible afterwards LOOL

Frederick: "how do we dry out these seeds so you can munch on them?" -looking over the pile of pumpkin guts-

Naib: "I don't know....hmm...can they be eaten raw?"

Frederick: "uhg, please don't test it"

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Anyways, I think it would be a quiet holiday for them~ While everyone else is partying and 'trick-or-treating' they are just at home enjoying the time hiding from the rest of the world heh and Naib gets his own huge bag of candy that he doesn't have to share lol

[princehendir]

This never occurred to me until now but, assuming that the clan is still alive, how do we think the story of Marethari's death is being passed around? Like is Merrill's reputation in the wider Dalish community just completely fucked? Do people know her as a murderer or at least responsible for her Keeper's death.