#rana thoughts

[1001galaxygal]

i fucking love robots i love you body horror but the insides are made of wires and hardware i love you mechanical divinity i love you man-made objects that feel alive i love you "the machine is breathing" i love you i love you i love you

[hyewka]

i need jealous possessive subby gyu😭😭 like omg need him so toxic, needy, and clingy🙂‍↕️

warnings: a bit toxic, clingy and needy sub but whats new :P

irrationally jealous!beomgyu that cant even stand you going out with friends without blowing up your phone, trying to put a balm on his growing anxiety by asking whos there with you. then when you respond and he recognizes male names, he gets even more antsy. give it time before he texts you again, his fingers flying across the screen as he types out a message.

ohhh ok. are you having fun? :)

then again.

still really wish you were here with me insteadddd its so boring without you

he chews on his bottom lip, the seconds ticking by with agonizing slowness. god, just respond, he thinks, fingers twitching as he waits. then he succumbs to sending another text.

come home soon okay? miss you :3

then another, and another…and another.

after sending a few more texts, minutes go by with no response, and so he flops down onto his bed, his thoughts spiraling as he stares at the ceiling, trying to convince himself that he’s just overreacting. but the more he thinks about it, the worse it gets. why aren’t you replying?

beomgyu isn't possessive, he isn't, really...right? so why can't he seem to get rid of the reckless idea that just popped up in his head?

instead, like a magnet he reaches for his phone again, this time switching to the camera. when he sets it to video mode, all thats on his mind is getting your attention. thats it, nothing more. just your attention.

you're out with your friends at a bar, it was meant to be a girls night but you guys bumped into old college friends so it turned into something way bigger than intended. you've been trying to enjoy yourself, not seem too absorbed in your phone but when you can feel the vibrations of your phone buzzing every three minutes in your back pocket, its practically impossible to ignore. you know who it is.

any other person would've shut their phone down or at the least put it on dnd, but here you were, locking yourself in a bathroom stall after excusing yourself, pulling out your phone only to be met with the most obvious strings of messages from one singular contact name: beomgyu.

the first one after you passively replied was innocent enough, but then you see skim past the next ones:

how long are you gonna be out?

is it loud there? can you even see this? I miss you, baby

the last one really sticks out:

are you ignoring me?

you frown, but before you could finish typing out a text, a video pops up from him. you pause. you hesitate for just a second before tapping play, and instantly, you realize exactly why the thumbnail was so blurry.

the video’s a little shaky at first but eventually it steadies enough for you to realize hes on your shared bed—his hair's all messed up, sticking out in random directions, and his lips are parted as he breathes heavily. you can barely make out the details because of how grainy the video is, but you can still hear him. your brows furrow deeper…this can’t be…what you think it is, right?

and like hes heard your thoughts, he lets out this quiet moan, the camera dipping a bit, like he almost forgot he was holding it, revealing exactly what you conjured up in your head; a clear view of his hand buried under the waistband of his shorts, half-hard— leaving absolutely no room for imagination.

“i've been thinking about you all night, baby. couldn't help it... had to touch myself, thinking about you..." he trails off. you can see his fingers moving under the fabric, slow and lazy, dragging it out like he’s savoring every fucking second.

when his hand clearly starts to move a little faster, his eyes fluttering shut as he loses himself in the feeling. "wish you were here, wish it was your hand instead. fuck, it's not enough..."

his lips part again, and you can hear the faintest whimper escape him, the sound making you bite the inside of your cheeks. and it’s so quiet, so breathy, that you bring the phone closer to your ear without thinking, embarrassingly desperate to hear more. it’s enough to make you press your thighs together, trying to ease the ache building there.

but you can't seem to tear your eyes away for long as he shifts slightly, his hips arching up a little more, his movements becoming more erratic. and when you hear him whisper your name—over and over, like he's pleading, like he's praying-your throat goes dry, and your hands start to tremble.

“look at me, baby, look how fucking hard you make me. this is all your fault,” you hear his panting get louder in the background, matching the pace hes palming at his cock.

then he lets out this cute, frustrated whine, almost a little whimper, when the camera slips again.

he messes with his phone a bit, like he's trying to figure out if you can see everything all while he keeps working himself, the slick sounds of him jerking off growing more erratic by the second.. then, you catch the way his shirt rides up and thats what does it for you.

if this is what he wanted to achieve then he did it because you really, really want to get home to him as fast as you can just to pull that shirt up the rest of the way and trace the lines of his stomach with your fingers, to feel that little pink gem that pierces his belly button against your palm.

you wet your lips nervously, shaking your leg, hunched over your phone— he was so effortlessly pretty. his muscles are just barely visible and the subtle lines of his abs tense then relaxing with each shaky breath he takes in.

"you just had to go out tonight, didn’t you?" his voice is suddenly low and husky, a sulky edge to it that makes you narrow your eyes. is that what this is about?

“left me here all alone, like i don’t even matter, like you don’t care how bad i need you.” he huffs, a frustrated little sound that’s almost drowned out by the rustling of the sheets as he squirms on the bed, trying—and failing—to keep the camera from shaking. “wish you were here, going fucking crazy without you—ngh-”

you hear a swallow, and its like hes trying to keep his moans in check—you chew harder on your bottom lip. a part of you is worried that he genuinely believes that he doesnt matter to you, but the other part of you, the hornier one, is completely consumed in the shitty, low quality video to even care.

“please, just come home to me, please… i need you so bad—m’yours, all y-yours..” you notice his words are starting to become slurred, and your thighs rub together almost unconsciously in realization, trying to relieve some of the pressure building up inside you. you know hes playing on you weakness, and hes got you where he wants you.

god, i’m so fucked, you think, but you can’t stop.

firstly, it wasn’t fair, what he was asking of you—you’ve been using up all your time with him and the second you do something for you, he acts up? and you’re also a little frustrated at the fact that hes not letting you see his pretty dick in full—hes very clearly pushing you to the edge, holding back, waiting for something—for you. you think as if hes imagining your voice telling him what to do, instructing him to keep it at hold.

because how else is he not cumming already?

you know you should stop, should put the phone down, but you just can’t. you’re too hooked, too caught up in how fucking pretty he looked, how desperately he was begging for you. he knew exactly how to get to you.

“please, baby, please,” he whined, his voice getting high-pitched, his hips thrusting up into his fist. “need to cum so bad… fuck, i-"

in a panic, you click your phone shut, the screen going dark in an instant when you recognize the sound of the bathroom door creak open.

“hey, you okay in there?” the voice is familiar, and relief washes over you when you realize it’s one of your friends. at least it’s not a stranger.

“yeah!” you blurt out, probably a little too loud. you cringe at the sound of your own voice, trying to sound more casual. “i’m fine! just… just need a minute!”

you try to keep your breathing steady, praying she doesn’t push any further.

“okay, just checking!” she finally responds. you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

you listen carefully as her footsteps retreat, the door creaking open and closing behind her as she leaves. you quickly open your phone back up, your fingers still shaking as you pulled up your messages. you tell yourself you won’t watch the rest—you need to have some control, especially when your underwear is already embarrassingly wet.

what are you doing?

…is all you could muster up as a text.

you barely have to wait. the three little dots appear almost immediately.

miss you so much... just wanted your attention : (

before you can even think of a response, another message pops up— one that has your brain go blank again.

did it make you miss me?

note: dont know if this was exactly what you were looking for but ive been meaning to write a scene like this for soo long and i feel like toxic needy gyu works just perfect for this haha anywayyy send some more sub txt stuff i live for it

[poisonouspastels]

Do you guys ever think about Rana? How she was only in Minecraft for about a month, and still to this day is remembered fondly in the hearts of many. How one of the very first documented fanarts for the game featured her and (Indev) Steve together. How she is such an integral part of the history of the game, and yet is still seldomly known. How she's been so wiped away by official sources, the only way we still remember her existence is through internet archival and word of mouth. How she was the frog mob in Minecraft many, many years before frogs were truly implemented. That she carried apples and roses with her, back when roses sprouted one by one out of the ground. That you would have to slay her to even know such a thing. There was once a brief point in time where we could play with her character model. She did not move the way she was supposed to, as her animations never properly displayed, but she moved anyway. She had maxed out stats that meant nothing and could not properly equip anything, but that was okay. We loved her anyway. Do you think if Steve could talk, he would tell us about his first friend in green? Of the very short lived adventures they had together in a newly forming world? Do you think he would even remember after all this time, the same way many of us don't? Do you think she remembers the short time we could play together? Do you think she remembers us too?

[vanillazou]

yeah so i didn't realize this was gonna be the trajectory of this blog after i caught up to OP but here we are now. I finally started playing this game so at least i have a license to mpreg here.

anyways. um. i saw a lot of activity on my blog recently thats pretty neat thanks-

oh yea also: when the midwife who has to help out with labor is freaking tf out and the person in labor has to calm them down. i don't think ive thought of this specifically before but it is interesting to think about probably

[coldjustness-archive]

Can’t believe BioWare created Neve and Rana, with the dynamic they have and said yes, these women are friends.

[mixelation]

Does Kushina Jr. know Spanish? If so, did Tori teach her kid or did Kushina Jr. learn it through other means?

I..............

..............what other places would they learn spanish?!

[coldjustness]

Need more in their tag imagine this if you will.

Rana and Neve together after fun times and bath times. Rana is sitting between Neve’s legs, her arms over her thighs. Neve is helping Rana with hair maintenance. Braiding it for her, helping her sort it before bed or what have you. And at some point, Rana leans back with her head on Neve’s lap. They trade some flirty banter. A little laugh. Neve leans down to kiss her.

[1001galaxygal]

People give shower scenes a lot of shit but genuinely I love them. Showering/bathing is one of the times when we are the most vulnerable physically as well as emotionally.

A character standing in the shower scrubbing away blood and sinew, picking the flesh from their hair.

A character bathing as a form of rebirth, and purity.

Trying to wash away whatever they feel makes them unclean.

Idk I just love shower scenes

[hyewka]

I think a lot about sub!soobin with edging AND overstim

can you imagine the mess he would be while being edged for hours, just to be overstimulated right after he cums?

I'll not elaborate, just THINK

moving your hand slowly, torturously slow, as you watch soobin unravel, writhe beneath you. a mess, all 6ft of him sprawled out under you, looking utterly spent. his body slick with sweat, muscles twitching uncontrollably, hair plastered to his forehead, eyes glazed over and heavy lidded, bed soaked with sweat and precum, completely overwhelmed, overheated.

“please, please… i can’t—” his voice breaks off into a whimper as you squeeze just a little tighter, your thumb brushing over his sensitive cockhead, making him buck his hips desperately into your hand. “please, i need to—a-ah, can’t take it, can’t”

soobin whos been nothing but compliant, so willing to abide to every command you give him, is completely exhausted; even then, his legs still twitch as if hes trying to flee, reduced to the mouth-blabbering whore in front of you, completely lost in the torture you’ve been going at for hours, haze of esctasy clouding his mind making it impossible for him to make a single complete, coherent sentence.

"you've been so good, so obedient, haven't you?"

he nods weakly, his movements sluggish as if it takes all his remaining strength just to respond. "y-yes... so good..." his voice is barely a whisper, broken and hoarse from all the pleading and whimpering.

"such a good boy," you continue, your hand gently brushing through his sweat-dampened hair, and he leans into the touch, desperate for any form of comfort, for your approval. "poor baby, you've taken everything i've given you, haven't you?"

"yes... all of it..." he breathes out, his words slurred, like he's on the brink of passing out, yet still, he clings to your praise, the need to please you deeply ingrained in his very being. "i'll... i'll take more... anything.. just...just—just for you.”

you smile at that, tighetning your grip around his shaft, feeling it pulse in your hand as you quicken your pace just enough to push him to the edge, obscene sounds of squelching growing louder and more frantic. “you know what i want, don’t you?”

he groans, his head falling back against the pillows as his hips jerks up into your fist. “y-yes… i know… please…”

“want to see you make a mess for me, bunny. can you do that for me?”

his answer was a choked sob, his body straining as you pushed him further and further— you could feel him starting to shake, his body on the brink of breaking down completely, and that’s when you finally let him have it.

all it took was you leaning towards his tip, giving it a kitty lick and soobin’s entire body convulses as he finally, finally tumbled over the edge, his back arching off the bed as he came with a loud, desperate cry. thick ropes of cum spilling over your hand, dripping down his shaft, splattering across his stomach, his thighs, the sheets. hes cumming so hard, harder than he ever had before, and it seemed like it wouldn’t stop, his body still shuddering as you milked every last drop out of him.

“fuck, fuck, i’m—i can’t, it’s too much, too much—” his voice high-pitched, frantic, as you kept going, your hand still moving in the same pace, watching as more cum spurted out. his mouth falls open, and all that comes out are incoherent, broken sounds, a mix of whimpers and sobs, his mind too fogged with pleasure and pain to say anything more ^__^

[vigilskept]

general grievous looks so fucking cool man. character design ever.

[ayumitsuu]

[ Character Impressions 6 (Gen 2) - moar siblings]

- Julia sleepy, Lana sheepy 🐑 they would be the first to fall asleep at a slumber party 😴

- a bit lacklester… 😅 love the hairstyle, we’ll work on personality, and character…

- my Diarmud was… decent. He doesn’t really get to shine as a unit or as a character amidst the other mounted sword wielders.

- love Lachesis -> love Nanna 💘 the bob haircut, the feather accent… SO CUTE!!! 🥰 I wish she promoted to master knight tho (such a cool class)

- I like the way Patty talks and her energy (reminds me of Dew), but some of the things she says are like, “Whoa, gurl. Too far. Back it up or pack it up.” 🙅‍♀️

- ngl, I was a bit disappointed when I saw Febail for the first time, as Brigid’s son I was expecting… I dunno, blinding beauty. I guess Patty doesn’t have her elegant look either.

- I LOVE THE ISAACH TWINS!!!!! 😍

When you meet them for the first time, I thought Scáthach was the calm, reasonable, more timid (possibly nerdy) twin, and Larcei the feral twin. But then it’s revealed that Scáthach is also a spicy boi, itching to fight, but he’s holding back because of Oifey’s orders. 🥺😩💕

[oplishin]

Bryan Danielson and Tyler Black did this sequence a couple times in ROH: Tyler hits a hurracanrana which Bryan immediately rolls and counters into a pin. I'm always entertained by this because 1) super gay 2) tyler is so much taller than bryan he always ends up awkwardly crumpling when his neck/shoulders hit the ground.

(ROH Southern Navigation, May 9 2008, ROH New Horizons, September 26 2008)

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

having OC thoughtssss

[coldjustness-archive]

In an alternate world, and Neve is the one locked inside of the fade regret prison, what does her prison look like? Does the prison look different to her eyes? Are there themes, objects, voices, etc. there that make it better suited for her and her regrets?

Neve's prison, at first, will look like shattered pieces of different buildings, but as they come closer together you will see that it's is different shattered remains of what is supposed to be Docktown. Let's describe this in a specific way.. Because the regret prison feels SO personal.. The walls the buildings tower high over your head but the more you try to see the top of them the bigger they get - the more you will feel small, irrelevant. You will feel a sense of knowing, of belonging, but in the worse kind because for every sense of the belonging it comes with disconnect, like with every step you take forward you are going somewhere but you just miss it. Whatever the word is for that feeling, like Solas had once said describing the journey home - it is now gone, and it leaves you feeling.. empty.

Then as the prison progresses, for Neve anyhow, going forward - or backward, because every step you take inside of the prison you seem to be walking away from something, but you don't know what. You just know you're trying to leave. It's a feeling that sinks into your gut next to the sense of being an impostor in your own home. The alley forces you to go down a staircase, a massive staircase into darkness - and there it leads you into an empty corridor. Massive - these are the catacombs that lead you deep beneath the city and at the end. Just before you can make due of where you are, a blast of magic hits you - well, not really it's just an illusion, but you react in the same way. Your arms come up as you try to cast a shield but nothing happens and instead a woman shouts. "You cannot stop this Neve Gallus!" Stands a woman, of deep red hair, dressed in Venatori wear - "You don't want want to stop this! You know that you and I are the same! We both want the same thing! A better Tevinter! A better Minrathous!"

You shout your defiance, you even try to cast at her because no! You are not the same! Only nothing come out of your hands - and now she throws her hands back and sends a massive wave of red at you - it's the only color that is in this gray hell. It looks like a wave of blood, pouring over and burying you and all you can do is throw your arms up and duck. And just as you brace yourself you hear Aelia laugh in your ear, "You thrive on Docktown's chaos."

But then open your eyes and she's gone, it's all gone, and you are standing in the middle of the Minrathous Wall of Light, but instead of a Statue of Andraste - there is a statue of Brom, and where usually there would be such life here, there is only one person and she has her back to you as she looks up at the statue. You know immediately, that it is Templar Rana Savas, and then there ish er voice - "I trusted you. HE trusted you." And now she turns, and there is such HATE in her expression. Hate that you've never thought you'd never see on her face, but you do not argue it, you do not question it, because you know you deserve it. "You couldn't just let it be, Neve. Could you? Now you've killed him, just like you've killed so many others who trusted you also. What will it be next? Who will be next? What will it take huh?" And she looks at you but you cannot answer, and instead her voice rings out to reflect that hate, "ANSWER ME! YOU OWE ME THAT MUCH!" You deserve it, you deserve that hate. So instead you turn your head away, down, in shame. And Rana scoffs, and with a single word she turns and leaves, "Coward." You say nothing, you deserve it. Her steps are loud as they echo in the distance, getting louder and louder.

Until finally there's a tug of your coat behind you, a single hand, that you barely have time to react to before the world turns dark again, and there's another tug on your other sleeve, loud groaning replaces the silence as another hand grabs you, shoulder, the back of your leg, tug on your prosthetic, and soon the groaning turns into screaming, shouting, a mess of words and yells, you hear fearful exclamations, shouting of your name, and terrible screaming, all of those hands begin to pull you in all directions - needing something, wanting something, and you want to follow each and every single one because you can help them. You can protect all of them, but you can't, you are just one person - and it's too much - and you nearly begin to rip yourself apart when suddenly there's a single voice, - you know this voice.

"Neve." A hand reaches for you.

You desperately take that hand, and you grasp onto it with such desperation and it drags you right out of the reach of the desperate. You look back at those reaching hands, those souls you want to help so bad, but cannot - you should be able to, you can do more- you can always do more. And then they speak again, "Eyes on me, Neve Gallus." And you look forward and suddenly you're back on your two feet. Face to face with the person who was always the voice of reason in chaos - this is where the romantic interest takes place - be it Rook, Lucanis, true Rana, ( Isabela - @fvrtvne ), there's an almost smile, but their eyes are sad. "You said that, remember?" or in what variation that is true to their character.

The question remains, will she ever get out? Because I don't think she will.

@turlums made a mistake and asked me about my most FAVORITE concept in the game. I may STILL go into detail later, we will have to see, because it could be personalized as per partner.

[poisonouspastels]

I need to talk about Minecraft AU for a sec and how the difference between our world and their world makes for some of the most humorous but also interesting differences in how people act about certain subjects.

Like the trans thing right. Steve and Rana are both trans I've talked about that before. And neither of them are on hormone replacement or anything (there is an in universe explanation as to why Steve has a beard though I promise I can talk about that if anyone wants) but like that's fine bc it literally Doesn't Matter to them or anyone else. Like as spawned players they already don't have any pre-existing gender roles or ideas of what something "should" be so gender and presentation is what they make of it and there's no real solid idea in anyone's mind about how a "boy" or "girl" behaves or looks like. These are labels that exist but they barely mean anything. It also helps that any preexisting culture that WOULD have ideas of this was almost entirely destroyed like 5000 years ago (thanks Groda) so it matters even less than it already did.

And its funny bc the only two people alive from that era, White Eyes and Groda also just don't care. Groda maybe asks why Rana's voice sounds deeper once and nearly gets torn apart by Alex bc of it (Rana isn't offended or anything she just has a defensive girlfriend), bc she doesn't really understand because she never experienced anything like this first hand but very quickly comes to understand it and accept it. And on the other hand White Eyes is just like "I've seen weirder things than this" which yeah. Yeah honestly I think the person who was previously one with the undead would not care about gender in the grand scheme of things.

And then u have Kai which I've joked before that they may as well have been spawned in nonbinary. They rlly just said "I'm not really anything" and everyone was like yeah makes sense I vibe with it. Good for u.

Steve and Rana are both fairly open about having been the opposite genders previously (because that's how they view their experiences and that's valid!) and don't really shy away from the subject but also never really have much reason to talk about it since there's rarely a need to. In the modern day pretty much everyone who met them had met them post-transition. Even Alex had met them just before Steve started growing in his beard. The only people who ever knew them as Adam and Eve were Efe and Sunny but they never really thought it was weird or anything. Like the weirdest part to them was Steve saying he got his epiphany from seeing some guy in the distance on a foggy day who looked vaguely like him but that's its own subject manner that they aren't going to pry on.

Also Steve did DIY top "surgery" previously with a sword but we aren't going to talk about how messy that was for everyone involved.

[timothylawrence]

Rana fell in love with wyll very slowly and cautiously, very much like a wild animal to be tamed vs my durge Hala, who fell in love with him at first sight and clung to his goodness in hopes it’d eclipse the darkness within her 👍