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dante-shallucination · 10 months
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“I fucking hate grape flavour”
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tiredcowboyy · 5 months
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I like to imagine hosea and dutchs reunion in the afterlife is like marty and alex’s reunion in madagascar where they run to each other both seemingly excited but then dutch realises hosea looks kinda pissed and hosea just starts chasing him trying to beat the shit out of his stupid husband for what he did to their sons
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nintendonut1 · 3 months
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Yeah I really
REALLY
loved all the post-game content.
I wanted to see more of these goobers interacting with each other like the ragtag dweebs they are and that's exactly what I got.
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hab-a-nice-day · 1 month
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—Juraj Slafkovský, Montreal Canadiens, Post Game Interview, October 10, 2023
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solarskips · 8 months
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my piece for the kaito gift exchange! tenko needed to join in on the training trio fun!
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cambion-companion · 4 months
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Cat and Mouse
"See, I was dead when I woke up this morning. And I'll be dead before the day is done." -Seven Devils, Florence and the Machine
Raphael x reader (gn)
Cause how could I not write something to go with this gifset?
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Your blood had run hot as you’d shared passion in a devil’s den. Simmering beneath your flushed skin as your fingers traced his fiery veins.
Your blood now pumped cold, dread and fear following wherever you ran, leading him right to your every hiding place.
Your blood would run red upon the ground if he caught you.  The betrayal rotting bitter upon his tongue. Turning hope to an acrid ash that he would choke you with.
You heard your name again, spoken with the force of expelling a deadly toxin, behind you. Again, you thought to the events taken place not hours ago.
Raphael on his knees before you, defeated. The bodies of his devilkin scattered and strewn like so many crumpled and brittle leaves.  His eyes barely able to open, he made to plea for his life, no more honeyed words to try and sway you.
Your sword raised high, paused. You looked down upon the devil who had committed no trespass against you.  It was your fault, this aching sundering. Your careless blundering.
“Shit.”  You said, lowering your weapon.  You knew time was short.  Raphael would lash out, sensing weakness like a shark smells blood clouding the water.
Your companions were already jumping desperately through the portal, you saw Astarion calling for you, unable to hear beyond the steady thrumming in your ears. Your world tilted as you staggered sideways, fighting to remain conscious long enough to retrieve the health poultice from your pack.
“I won’t allow him to have you.”  You wondered if he heard you, his bright eyes met yours and you knew he understood.
You threw the poultice at him, turned and staggered for the sparking doorway back to your dimension.
Your name, snarled from within the dark ruins brought you back to the present. To the situation you’d custom made for yourself. Raphael had caught your scent, try and you might to avoid the inevitable fate.
He was powerful once more, perhaps more so than last you’d seen him. You turned, unable to run further, your feet useless as blocks of ice supporting your weight. Your fingers numb upon the cold stone column you leaned against.
A plume of orange fire lit the very back of the old temple, the bright light momentarily blinding your wide eyes. You heard heavy footsteps approaching, unhurried, purposeful and intent on your destruction.
Leathery wings stretched wide, lit scarlet by the inferno. The glimmer of eyes slowly gave way to the familiar angles and ridges of a hellish face and curving horns.
Something metallic glinted in the flickering light, sat in regal splendor upon Raphael’s head.
“No.”  You whispered in horror.  You’d given it to Gale.
“Out of touch with reality, as ever.”  Raphael’s large hand took a fistful of your hair and pulled, yanking a cry of pain from your throat. “I gave you every opportunity and you squandered it all like a petulant child.”
Your breath was ragged, the freezing air scraping through your lungs like daggers. The crown of Karsus mirrored the natural curve of Raphael’s horns, like it was tailor made just for him.
“Gale…”
“Is in pieces spread from here to Cormyr by now.”  With an insulting ease, Raphael tossed you by the hair to the ground.  
The air left your lungs and you gasped in vain to regain breath, struggling like a fish out of water, trying to drag yourself away from his approach.  
Raphael rolled his shoulders, the bonfire far behind continuing to blaze at his command. He circled slowly, waiting for you to regain your feet, like a cat playing with an injured and frantic mouse.
“I spared you.” You hissed in pain, clutching your side as you struggled back up.
“You doomed yourself.”  Raphael answered, the edge of his voice seeming to take physical form to cut your very soul.
His arm moved and something small clinked upon the ground, rolling to rest against your foot. You looked down, your lips twisting into a grimace as you recognized the health potion.  
“How generous.”
“With you, my dear, I am lenient as ever.”  Raphael waited for you to restore yourself, his wings folding slightly, but his posture remaining tense and ready. “Now we will finish what you started.”
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the-everlasting-ash · 5 months
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I keep forgetting to post this one.
This was done a while back for the @310saioumazine for a post game scenario :)
Thank you guys for letting me join the project!! 💜💙
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snorp-gorp · 1 year
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New series!?!
Part 1/???
Prev / next
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thatstroubling · 1 year
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(not) moving on
based on a post-game idea: how strange would it be for the survivors of V3 to live in a world where their friends' entire in-game lives had been perfectly captured and preserved forever, always avaliable for endless rewatching? and more importantly, would the guilt of having to type 'danganronpa V3 best moments' into the google search bar be worth getting to hear their friends' voices again? on bad nights, the answer would probably be yes
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sapphicsentbycyberlife · 10 months
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Never Again
SUB!ELLIE WILLIAMS X FEM!READER
Word Count: 7.2K
18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Pt. 2 here
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A/N- So, I'm a weak bitch... I wrote Abby being all dom and aggressive and shit, and on the opposite side of the spectrum, there's Ellie... I just felt like this was important. Ellie needed to be allowed to surrender her control to someone else every once in a while. Also, to be clear, this is NOT anti!Dina content. I absolutely LOVE Dina! But from a lore standpoint on my end? This made the most sense for me. It could be seen as slightly out of character because Ellie is submissive, but that's pretty much the only thing.
WARNINGS: Swearing, minor alcohol use, vaginal fingering (r! giving), oral sex (r! giving), surrender of control, claw marks on skin, sub!Ellie, soft dom!reader, kissing w/tongue
SYNOPSIS: Ellie returned back to Jackson and couldn't find where she was supposed to belong. After being with you for a few days, she quickly takes over your entire life and then, your entire world.
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She was gone, and then came back again. And then she left again, and came back again… Just once, just fucking once, you wanted to see Ellie Williams and know that this would be the time she actually stuck around in Jackson. It was bad enough that when she left the first time, she hadn’t even said goodbye to you, but then she left, and everybody was fully convinced she had died! Once again, no fucking goodbye.
And now she was back… and she hadn’t even said hello to you! Well, she hadn’t talked to damn near anybody. You heard that she went to visit Dina, and saw JJ once again, but that didn’t go too well… In fact, it was a full-blown disaster. Dina lost it, went off on her completely, and Ellie had been sent out in the cold, holding back tears that you had never seen truly fall. It was a curse, living across the street from Ellie’s ex…
You had visited Dina a few times. Nothing major, just checking up on her to see how she was holding up and to watch JJ while she went on patrol or went out of the house. But beyond that, you didn’t know much about what happened… Until you saw Tommy fighting with Ellie in the middle of town. Your heart broke for her as he looked ready to kill her where she stood, and it had felt like the entire town had turned on her.
Seeing her look so broken, so reserved, so… so everything that Ellie Williams wasn’t— it felt surreal. It’s what made you walk up to her in the middle of the tavern, seeing her sitting in the corner of the dining area with what appeared to be alcohol in front of her, and a plate of uneaten food. She was flipping through a composition book with her head in her hands, scribbling on the page in front of her. You hadn’t meant to look at it, but the visuals made it obvious what was on her mind.
The drawing of a bloody golf club made your stomach clench and for a second, you thought making your presence known was the worst idea you ever had… But it seemed like she wasn’t about to let you get away. Ellie looked up, and your mouth went dry at seeing her eyes. 3 years ago, they would sparkle, and they felt so full of life. But now? They looked dull…
“Hey,” Ellie put her pencil down and closed the notebook, marking her place with the writing utensil.
You cleared your throat. “Hey El.”
The silence couldn’t have been more awkward as she gestured to the seat across from her for you to sit down, and you contemplated running away before deciding that she’s been through enough emotional torment. You plopped down on the bench and stripped off your jacket to acclimatize to the warmth of the tavern.
“I’d ask how you’ve been,” You started. “But I’m pretty sure I know the answer.”
She simply chuckled and reached for the glass of liquor. The fact that her food was untouched made you feel guilty for some reason.
“But uh…” You rubbed the back of your neck. “When did you get back?”
She knew that you knew the answer but humored you anyway. “Last week.”
“Oh? Didn’t even stop by to say hi? How rude of you, El.”
Ellie rolled her eyes, smiling. But the smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh please, you’ll live.”
Your laughter echoed in the almost empty tavern and Ellie could see the faint blush on your cheeks. You always did like how bossy she was.
It was then when she lifted the glass to her lips, you noticed that two of her fingers had been… she was missing her ring and pinky finger just before her knuckles. It looked roughly healed, like it happened only a few months prior, and it made your eyes water. She had been through so much in such a short time… within two years, Ellie’s entire life was destroyed and changed for the worst.
Ellie was clearly self-conscious about her missing digits and when she saw your eyes on her hand, she covered it with the other one. Without missing a beat, you reached out and took hold of her mangled limb and gently rubbed your thumb across the top of her hand, tracing a tendon under her skin. She looked shocked, but not uncomfortable…
“El,” You sighed. “I know this doesn’t mean shit, but… I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re alive.”
It actually meant far more than you thought.
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In the days that followed, Ellie wasn’t shy about making her presence known to you. Almost every day, she came to visit you in your home. Maria wasn’t letting her go on patrols, so she felt more confined than ever before, and was doing everything in her power to not go stir-crazy. And it seemed that the only person in town that wanted anything to do with her… was you.
Dina had made it clear to Ellie that she was still pissed off and would probably be for a long time. Not to mention how Tommy screamed at Ellie that she betrayed him and basically said she was spitting on his brother’s grave. Maria was cold and distant, seeing her more like a stranger than someone she helped take care of since she was 15… Even Cat didn’t seem to value Ellie’s presence anymore.
Personally? You were infuriated with all of them. How could they all treat her like this? Dina was treating Ellie like the last two years with her meant absolutely nothing. Tommy was the reason she went after Abby in the first place! Maria had no right to be so cold when all she did was try to honor her promise, and Cat? What the fuck was Cat’s problem?!
The rage was bubbling under your surface even when you heard your front door open up. Ellie let herself in without knocking, due to her coming by literally twice a day for 2 weeks. It felt unnecessary at this point. She put her backpack down by the front door and headed for the kitchen where you were prepping dinner and leaned on the counter.
“So, guess what happened today?” Ellie said, making the space her own in seconds. When you turned around to look at her, you saw her sitting on your counter and reaching for the cup on the wooden surface. Before you could protest, she drank the water in the glass, making you sigh and roll your eyes.
“Woman, with how you live, I have no fuckin’ idea,” You dropped the ground beef into a bowl and began to season it. “Could mean you found something cool at the market or you stabbed someone with a rusty spoon.”
She snorted, and it made your heart soar with how she seemed to come out of herself in the last several days with you.
“I’ll narrow it down; Mary-Anne’s dog had puppies,” You immediately stopped what you were doing and washed your hands in the sink. Puppies? You always had time to talk about puppies!
“Her dog’s an Aussie, right?” With Ellie’s nod, you were practically vibrating in your shoes, completely forgetting about dinner and grabbing your jacket. “Well, come on! Come on!”
“Are you fuckin’— You’re gonna go get a puppy?” Ellie hopped off the counter and followed you out your front door, attempting to keep up pace with how fast you were speed-walking to Mary-Anne’s house.
“El, she’s got Aussie puppies. They are like… the calicos of dog breeds, are you kidding me? Yes, I’m gonna get a goddamn puppy!”
The redhead chuckled and followed you, a few steps behind as you went up to Mary-Anne’s house where there was a sign on her gate reading “Puppies Inside”.
Despite your attempt to convince her, Ellie stayed outside and watched you knock on the door and enter the woman’s home. She tried to not get wrapped up in her own thoughts but after spending almost two and a half weeks with you… Ellie was beginning to realize something that she wasn’t sure she liked. Ellie’s demons were only quiet when she was around you.
You distracted her… Even when she met you after returning to Jackson the first time, with Joel and deciding that this was her new home, you were her best distraction. She confided in you when she had a crush on Cat. She came to you with her jealousy about Dina and Jesse, wishing that she didn’t feel the way she did. She came to you when she returned from Seattle… You saw the new scars littering her skin and the way she looked so defeated and so broken.
Whenever Ellie was feeling too much of something, whether it was good or bad, she thought of you. It wasn’t fair; treating you as her personal therapist, but your presence made her feel… calm and grounded. Like she was able to tell you anything.
Ellie smirked when she saw you leaving the house and you had a puppy inside your arms. It was small, fluffy, and was currently licking your face as you giggled and walked down the path back in her direction. The puppy clawed at your chest and licked all over your face, making you giggle with delight.
“You picked the fluffiest one, didn’t you?” Ellie teased.
“Oh, stuff it,” You responded, cuddling the pooch to your chest. “He was actually the last one… I got so damn lucky, El, you have no idea!”
“Ya know,” Ellie followed you back to your house. “This is the first I’ve heard of you wanting a dog.”
You rolled your eyes and went through your front door, using your foot to keep the screen part open so Ellie could follow her inside. Once in, Ellie shut the door and watched you press little kisses all over the puppy’s fluffy face. “I’ve always wanted a puppy… It’s in my nature to take care of things.”
For a second, Ellie thought too hard on your words and her cheeks went a soft pink. It felt like you were talking more about her than the dog now.
You knelt down and placed the puppy on the floor and he immediately began to explore his new home, sniffing all over the place and pouncing on the little dust bunnies under your furniture and pawing at the blanket hanging off your couch. Ellie crossed her arms and was reminded of JJ as he wanted to touch almost everything when he was smaller. “What are you gonna name him?”
“Okay, laugh if you want,” You smirked and watched the puppy wag his little fluffy tail before he leaped forward and attempted to pounce on Ellie’s backpack. “I’m thinking… Pumpkin.”
“Fucking why?” She groaned, shoving both of her hands into her face while you gave a heavy laugh.
“Come on! He was born in the middle of Fall, there’s pumpkins all over the damn place, he’s orange in… some patches—” You began to realize that justifying your choice was idiotic and you gave up.  “Okay, so I’m not good with names! Sue me!”
The redhead sighed, but there was a smile on her face as she looked at the puppy and watched as he ran up to her and pounced on her shoelaces. “You know what? It’s perfect.”
The smile that grew on your face was contagious as Ellie knelt down and began scratching behind his ears. “Little Pumpkin…”
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The days blurred into weeks, and the weeks faded into months. As time went on, and Pumpkin began to grow, you and Ellie had gotten that much closer. A few weeks before, she had finally asked if she could just move all of her stuff into your spare bedroom since it was where she spent all of her time anyways. Maria had let her go back on patrols, and she was becoming more and more like herself, but every once in a while, you would wake up to the sound of crying, or the soft strum of a guitar in your living room.
Ellie was still healing her past wounds, but it was looking like it got easier. You allowed her to heal on her own terms and didn’t force things to move too fast. If she chose to talk about… about Joel, that was her business, and you would listen. If she chose to be quiet that day, you did most of the talking, or you would put on one of those movies you got in your trade. And if there were days where she wanted to be alone, you would come into her room to check on her every few hours and remind her to eat something, so she didn’t get sick. Sometimes she listened.
But tonight? Tonight, was a whole different story.
You were fast asleep, curled up in your blankets and holding one of the pillows to your chest as Pumpkin was sleeping on the floor in his own bed next to yours. You hadn’t noticed the other presence in your room until you felt a hand on your arm, gently caressing the bare skin of your bicep. When you opened your eyes, you saw Ellie sitting on your bed, eyes bloodshot and nose red, evident that she had been crying not five minutes before.
“Ellie?” You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and sat up a little, turning the dial on your lamp and brightening the light only a little. “Hey, wh-what’s wrong?”
“Can’t sleep,” She mumbled, wiping a new tear that rolled down her face. It was so different to see her so raw and vulnerable in your presence. “M’sorry… I can go—”
“No, it’s okay,” You quickly reassured her, reaching for her wrist and gently tugging on her body. At first, she had no idea what you were trying to do but when you scooted over and patted the space next to you, she blushed. You wanted her to lay down next to you. “C’mon, I don’t bite, dummy.”
Ellie let out a broken laugh before she crawled under your blanket and took up the spot in front of you. There was a decent space between the both of you as you almost fell back asleep, but her presence felt so powerful in that moment that you knew all hope for sleep was out the damn window. “What’s wrong?”
Ellie didn’t say almost anything before a sob broke through the air. Your eyes shot open as you watched her face contort into nothing but pure sorrow… You had never seen Ellie like this before. Maybe she was acting like this because she was tired and she had her guard down, or maybe she felt like you were the one she could trust with her emotional instability in that moment. Without a second thought, you moved forward and wrapped both arms around her shoulders.
Ellie choked on her breath and stuffed her entire face in your chest, staining your shirt with her tears as she sobbed uncontrollably. You didn’t say anything. All that you felt like you could do was run your fingers through her auburn locks and rock back and forth on your bed to try and soothe her into calming down.
She cried for almost an hour, every once in a while, stopping in order to breathe and then she immediately broke down again, like all of the two years of emotions were pouring out at once. Very slowly, you leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and she inhaled sharply, her fingers curling up inside of your long-sleeved sleep shirt.
“El, just breathe,” You cooed softly, trying to coax her into calming down. “It’s okay, honey, I’m here… I’m right here, you’re safe. You’re home.”
It felt… oddly easy to call this Ellie’s home. In the past few weeks, you had been recreating your living space to make Ellie feel more comfortable inside of it. You had some of her records mixed in with yours, and you had hung up her paintings throughout the entire house. It felt oddly domestic, like this was the most normal thing in the world for you two to do… And you would be lying if you hadn’t wished it was like this all the time.
Ellie was damaged, and she was coming to you for help… To take advantage of that emotional state and to admit how you felt about her? It was evil. Every time you saw her smile at your kitchen counter, every morning you shared a drink with her before she left for patrol, whenever you came back home and saw her playing with Pumpkin, even when you did her laundry, you thought for a second… you wanted to kiss her. You wanted to kiss Ellie and call her your own.
“The fuck is wrong with me?” She sobbed, pulling back and rubbing at her eyes. You reached out and gently pushed her bangs away from her face. “Why can’t I keep my shit together?”
“El, you’ve been holding it in for so long…” You frowned and reached for one of her hands. Ellie watched as you brought her hand up to your mouth and it was like you were going in slow motion as you kissed over her knuckles and the nubs of her remaining digits. “You can only be strong for so long before you break.”
Feeling the sensation of her fingers twitch against your lips had you looking up and even in the dim light of your lamp, you could see her cheeks tinting with blush. You realized your mistake and let go of her hand. “You’re allowed to feel things, El… But you have to go at your own speed.”
“I’m sorry,” She choked out, rolling over onto her back and looking up at the ceiling, Tears dripped from the corner of her eyes and down her face, onto your pillow. “I’m sorry I left… I’m sorry I ignored you… I’m sorry I was such a bitch for so long to you.”
“Ellie,” You leaned on your elbows. “You were going through so much shit… Yeah, I was hurt, but I was never mad at you.”
She looked at you for a second before sighing, rubbing her face with her entire palm. “You should… Then you’d be like everyone else in this goddamn town.”
It broke your heart to hear her say that. You scooted closer, and wrapped your hand around hers, looking down and meeting her pale green irises that seemed almost like a mossy waterbed in the dim light of your bedroom. “Fuck this town… Fuck anybody who treats you less than what you deserve.”
Ellie almost trembled when she spoke, leaning forward a bit more and you could feel her breath on your face. “And what do I deserve?”
You let out a soft sigh, and looked down at your best friend’s lips that looked so inviting in that moment that you couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to… “You deserve the fucking world, Ellie.”
It was you who finally closed the distance. For the last 4 years, you had wondered if Ellie’s lips were as rough as they looked, but it turns out, you were wrong… they felt so soft, and so inviting, and she smelled so warm and homey. Maybe it was because she used your soap? Whatever the reason, it made your heart soar.
Ellie didn’t move at first, her arms staying right where they were before she slid a hand across your back and threaded her damaged fingers into your hair. The softest whimper tumbled free from her lips, and you could feel the wetness of her tears on your own face.
And just like that, you suddenly felt dirty… You were disgusted with yourself; you felt like you took advantage of Ellie’s emotional state, and you kissed her because she was vulnerable and had her guard down. She felt safe with you, and you ruined everything!
You broke the kiss and let out a soft gasp, putting your hand over your mouth and looking up at her with tears in your own eyes. “W-What’s wrong?” She asked, taking a deep breath and you felt yourself sob.
“I’m sorry,” It came out barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry… I’m so fucking sorry, Ellie, I didn’t mean to—”
“You didn’t mean to kiss me?” She seemed offended at first, her brows pulling down and her nose wrinkling in semi-anger. You immediately clarified.
“No! No, no, I meant to… But I shouldn’t have,” You covered your whole face with your hands and hid away. “You trusted me with your feelings… and I took advantage of that. I violated your trust…”
You were so busy hiding your face in your hands and stewing in your shame that you missed Ellie saying your name almost three times. Or maybe you just didn’t want to face the architect of your suffering. It wasn’t until you felt those rough hands grabbing your wrists that you looked up, your eyes shining with tears.
“Please don’t say that,” Ellie practically begged. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
How could she say that? How could she say you didn’t do anything wrong? Your entire face was burning with embarrassment as she pulled your hands away and leaned down, pressing the softest kiss to your forehead that you’ve ever felt in your life. It felt so nice, but so wrong.
“Every time you left,” You said, your voice breaking when you met her eyes. “Every time… I never thought you would survive… I felt like I was seeing you walk away to your death… and you didn’t even say goodbye.”
Ellie looked guilty and tore her gaze away, looking down to where she was holding your hands. “I… I couldn’t bear to say goodbye to you… say goodbye to the one person who still seems to care about me.”
“El,” You reached out and gently placed a hand on her cheek, and you were taken back by how she leaned into your touch without hesitation. “Dina still cares about you… but you hurt her so bad. It’s gonna be rough for a while, but at some point… you and her will be okay.”
Ellie knew that Dina was trying to live her life without Ellie, and it crushed her to do it. But at the same time… Dina didn’t have any more patience left for Ellie and her demons. Ellie needed someone who was able to care for her in the way she needed to be cared for. Her inner child needs to be healed, and you had this… this motherly attitude and caring touch that only so many people could possess. And while Dina did have that, she had JJ to worry about…
For so long, Ellie just felt like a burden on everybody’s lives. Even in the farmhouse, she felt like her entire life was confined to one room upstairs. Nothing that resembled her was out in the open in that house. Everything that was Ellie was hidden away behind a door, and while it was her choice, Dina didn’t try to talk her out of it. You, on the other hand… You encouraged her to make this her own home.
The artwork was a small step, and then her leaving her stuff here was another huge one. You kept food in the fridge for her, asked her what she wanted for dinner, took care of her bed when she was too lazy to make it… You made yourself an active part of Ellie’s life and healing process, while Dina simply… dealt with it.
You could never experience the horrors that happened in Seattle… And that may have been why Dina and Ellie could never recover. Too many bad memories within their lives together that they both wanted to forget.
And that’s where you entered in. The one person who was willing to not just put up with her, but actively try to help her heal. Who didn’t go out of their way to distract her and make her think of something else, but encourage her to feel things that she didn’t wish to feel… You were her healing remedy, and she didn’t want to lose that, or lose you.
Ellie placed her hand over yours and pulled it down, kissing the middle of your palm and down the inside of your wrist. You laid there, stunned and wordless as she trailed her lips all the way up the length of your arm before she leaned back down and pressed her soft lips against yours once again. And this time, you didn’t feel guilty… You felt like you could breathe.
Without hesitation, you reached up and pushed your hands into that auburn hair of hers, curling the locks around your fingers and pressing your entire body against her own. She let out a soft whimper and you responded with your own noise when you felt her tongue press against your lips. It sent lighting down your entire body and made your toes curl for a second.
The old Ellie would have been climbing on top of you and showing her dominance and strength, but she wasn’t that Ellie anymore. When your hand went from her hair and pressed to the bare skin of her hip where her shirt had slid up, Ellie broke the kiss, whimpering like it had genuinely hurt her. She was shaking, and it looked like she was terrified.
“El, hunny, look at me,” You cooed gently, forcing her eyes to meet yours. “We don’t have to do anything tonight… This isn’t about me; this is about you—”
“I want to,” She pleaded, her voice cracking with desperation as she curled a fist into your shirt and gave a little tug. “Please, please don’t push me away.”
Your heart broke at her plea, and you slid your other hand down the length of her back and slipped your fingers under the shirt, slowly pushing it from her waist and watching her lean back just enough to strip the cloth off her skin. The sight of her bare skin, littered with freckles, scars, and bruises, made your heart speed up. She’s been through so much…
“Sweet girl,” You sighed, hands caressing against her abdomen and up between her soft breasts. Ellie closed her eyes and leaned into your touch like you were a live wire and she couldn’t break away. “You’ve always been so beautiful…”
Ellie simply hummed in response, her body giving little trembles whenever your nails grazed her flesh. You slowly sat up from your bed and eased Ellie down onto her back, and she didn’t fight even a little. She fully submitted for you without question. How badly did she need this? Ellie was so touch-starved that she looked like she’d never been touched in her whole life. It was heartbreaking.
You didn’t expect that pitiful cry when your hands closed around her breasts and you gave a squeeze, feeling the flesh in your hands and watching as she bit her lip and squirmed in place. Ellie reached up, running a hand down the length of your side and grabbing your hip as you leaned forward, pressing tiny kisses down her neck and across her collarbone.
“Fuck…” She panted, her voice feeling so shaky and broken, but so sweet at the same time. You were gentle and didn’t move any faster. You treated her like she had never been touched before in her life. The little whines she made were like music to your ears, and never in a million years did you think Ellie would be submitting to you… or at all.
Your lips stayed at her collarbone, and you looked up for a brief second in order to see her gaze. “Can I kiss lower, honey?”
She stared at you for far longer than she expected, but then began to nod aggressively. You moved your lips down across the length of her sternum before moving to the left, wrapping your lips around her nipple and sucking. She cried out and arched off the mattress, grabbing at your hair and holding you close to her chest as your other hand gave her right breast the attention that it deserved.
Your teeth gently scraped over the sensitive skin, watching as she writhed like a fish out of water and made the sweetest noises you’ve ever heard. So lost in the feeling of your mouth, she moved on autopilot when she felt your hand leave her chest and grab at the shorts around her hips.
Ellie lifted her rear off the bed and allowed you to slide them down her legs, tossing them onto the floor on the opposite side of where Pumpkin’s bed was. The dog was snoozing away, and you learned he was a pretty heavy sleeper and only woke up if someone touched him.
Well, the dog wasn’t on your mind. No, the only thing on your mind was Ellie and how she was whimpering for you. Her skin felt hot against your hands, and she was holding you by the back of your head, fingers threaded in your hair and nails scraping across your scalp.
So captivated by this sweet, gorgeous woman in front of you, it was hard to focus on just one thing as you slipped your thumb into the waistband of her panties and paused for a second, looking up to meet her eyes. You realized that this was fast, and you were more than happy to slow it down for her, but when you stopped, Ellie looked like she wanted to cry. “Fuck, why did you stop?”
She sounded so desperate for you. “Are you okay, El? I know it’s… it’s really fast, what we’re doing, and I don’t want to force you—”
Ellie said your name, snapping down and digging the heels of her feet into the mattress. “What can I tell you to make you realize that this is what I fucking want? Please?”
Both of her hands went to her eyes, and she groaned, her nails biting into her face. She was losing her mind and you decided to take pity on her. Ellie immediately looked up when she felt your body off of her and she immediately covered her mouth with her right hand.
You dipped down, your back arching and your hands going to her thighs, sliding them up the length of her muscles before stopping right at her slick slit. Feeling your hands on her cunt was like everything she so desperately wanted but was too proud to admit it. Her head fell back on the many pillows you kept on your bed, and she looked up at the ceiling, crying out with pleasure.
“You poor thing,” You whispered as you got down and gently blew cold air against her cunt, watching her inner thighs quiver with excitement. “You’re dripping…”
“Y-You know h...how fucking long it’s been?” She said, throwing a hand over her face and trying to calm down so she didn’t cum in the first five minutes. “I can’t take it anymore… touch me, please!”
How could you refuse?
You didn’t go with your hands. No, you bent down and put your entire mouth over Ellie’s cunt, making her groan and push her hips up into your mouth. Keeping both hands on her inner thighs, you gently massaged her muscles and took your sweet time. Very slowly, you slid your tongue along the length of her, licking from her opening all the way up to her clit and pausing there, watching for her reaction.
Ellie’s breath hitched and she grabbed at your headboard with one hand while keeping the other on the back of your head. You basked in her hold and lapped at her clit, digging your nails into her thighs and loving just how bad the redhead began squirming underneath you.
“Ohmygod… Ah! Shit,” Ellie never did have a filter. She always said exactly what was on her mind, swears and all. You always loved that about her, and now you love it even more. Taking your time with her, you experimented with the speeds she liked, how much pressure to add, and where to put your hands. Ellie was writhing and whimpering with every single movement you made with your mouth, basking in her taste and her desperation for more.
You broke your mouth off of her cunt and looked up at her, tossing your hair out of your face and speaking with far more purr in your voice than intended. “You taste fucking heavenly, sweet girl…”
“Nnnngggg,” She cried, sitting up on her elbows and looking down to meet your eyes. “Y-Your mouth is what’s fucking heavenly.”
You giggled and gently wiped your mouth on her inner thigh, sliding both of your hands down and gently pulling those slick folds apart in front of you. The sound her pussy made was enough to make anybody blush, and you came to the realization that in this moment… she was all yours. She was yours, in your home, in your bed, and in your heart.
“Can’t help myself,” You sighed and slid your hand down until your two middle digits were prodding at her entrance. Ellie clenched her teeth and tried to relax, and you could tell that she was beyond tight… poor thing, she must have needed this so badly. “Calm down, sweet girl… Ellie, baby, eyes on me, okay?”
She did as you said, and you blushed in the dark. “You’re here… you are home, and you are safe… it’s all over, and you are okay…”
Lost in your words, she opened her mouth and gasped at the sensation of your fingers slowly slipping inside of her. Your voice was enough to make her relax, and it felt like a drug for you as you set a slow pace, pushing your fingers in slowly and methodically. Her soft pants, and strangled moans spurred you on and you put your head on her belly, listening to her sweet noises and the sounds her cunt made around your fingers.
“Fucking hell sweetheart,” You didn’t know where this newfound confidence came from. You were usually never one for dirty talk, and nine times out of ten, you were at the mercy of someone else, not the other way around… This was new territory for you, and you planned on giving Ellie everything you could give. “Your pussy looks so pretty around my fingers.”
Ellie let out a guttural cry of pleasure, arching her back off the bed and grinding down into your hand like it was the only thing she ever wanted to feel again. You were smiling, and you couldn’t help yourself no matter how hard you tried as you kissed over her inner thighs and paid special attention to the scars on her freckled, pale skin.
“G-Goddammit,” She hissed through clenched teeth. “N-Now I know how it f..feels, huh?”
You giggled, biting your lip and looking up at her, slowly spreading your fingers apart inside of her to stretch her out a bit more. “Hmm? How what feels, sweetheart?”
“T-This whole… fuck, this d-dirty talk thing…” She blushed from her ears down to her cheeks, attempting to hold a conversation with you, and you just assumed it was to distract herself from feeling too much of a good thing. “I-I’ve never… been on the r-receiving end of this.”
You felt honored to be Ellie’s first experience with being fully dominated… You could only imagine that even when someone had been on top of her before, she was a power-bottom. But this was full, complete surrender of control.
“Oh yeah?” You got up on your knees and angled yourself so you could press your hips down against hers and use your own body as momentum to thrust your fingers inside of her. You started slow, and Ellie looked like she transcended to a new level of arousal. “That feels good, sweet girl?”
Ellie whined like a dog, her body rolling up against your hips as you held onto her with one hand and kept your other buried inside of her. “S-So good baby… S-Shit… W-Where did y— AH! L-learn to do t..this…?”
You gave a little dark laugh and fell down on top of her, your nose pressing against hers and leaving a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth as she moaned against you. This angle was positively perfect and from here, you could see her face twisting in pleasure, and you could feel her heartbeat through her chest against your own.
“M’just that good, sweetheart,” You teased, kissing down the length of her neck and then back up to her lips. Ellie wrapped both arms around you and held on to you as she felt you speed up your movements. Your hips slapped against her own and she felt your fingers stretching her out so deliciously that she wanted to scream.
“That’s it sweet girl,” You practically purred on her neck just below her ear as she dug her nails into your back. “That’s it, just like that… Hnnnn, you wanna cum, sweet girl? Wanna cum for me?”
Ellie was crying again, but for a whole new reason. She could feel that climax building inside of her but you managed to keep your fingers away from the place she wanted to feel them the most. She began nodding, shoving her face into your shoulder and leaving claw marks across your skin.
“P-Please—”
“Oh, sweet girl,” You teased, slowing back down and making her whimper like you just kicked her while she was down. “Come on, you can do better than that.”
You wanted this to last as long as possible. But it didn’t take very much for Ellie to grow impatient with your relentless teasing and she slid one of her hands up from your back to grab at your hair and give a weak little tug.
“I can’t fucking take it anymore,” Ellie huffed. “Please… please just fuck me.”
You became more aggressive in mere seconds. You gave her one more kiss before leaning back and spreading her legs wider. You pressed one hand to her abdomen and your movements went from steady, to full-on brutal.
The noises of her pussy squelching on your fingers, how she began to moan at a higher pitch and how she grabbed the bedsheets behind her head to the point that the fabric sounded like it was ripping, you were over the moon with happiness. Your knuckles slammed against her opening with how hard you slammed yourself into her, curling your digits upward and stroking across that sensitive spot inside of her pussy that made her see stars behind her eyes.
“Oh FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuck!” Ellie chanted. “Right there! Shit, right there baby! Unnnghhh, d-don’t stop! Feels so fucking good!”
Your entire body shuddered, a wave of pleasure washing over your own body as you watched Ellie chase her high on your movements. Her toes curled, and she slammed her entire body against the mattress, crying out and saying your name like it was the last thing she would ever say in her life.
“Come on, sweet girl,” You panted, looking down for a second and admiring how her tightness stretched around your digits before you focused back up on her face. “Come on, cum for me.”
She was close to tears, and right on the edge of her orgasm. A thought crossed your mind, and you reached out with your other hand, licking your fingers sloppily and reaching down. And just like that, all hope of being quiet went out of the window. You began to viciously rub at her clit with your wet fingertips, swirling the bud around in your touch and slamming your fingers down so deep inside of her that she was bouncing up with every thrust you provided.
“FUUCK! DON’T STOP! DON’T STOP!”
“I won’t, Ellie,” You cooed softly. “I’m right here… It’s okay, you can cum; it’s okay…”
With your final words, Ellie’s entire body went tense, and she opened up her mouth, no sound escaping from her throat before she gasped, and then screamed to high heaven. Her inner walls squeezed your fingers and she squirmed underneath you as you bent down and pressed your lips against her neck.
Ellie rode out her orgasm by grinding down on your hand, wrapping her arms around you and raking her nails up the length of your back, all the way to your shoulders. Her face was quick to wet with tears and drool dripped from the corner of her mouth, twitching and squirming under you until your fingers finally began to slow down.
A few more thrusts from your digits and you were pulling yourself free from her soaked cunt, lifting up your hand and licking the wetness from your fingers. Ellie whined and immediately hid her face inside of your chest, making you smirk. “Oh sweetie, I didn’t think you got embarrassed.”
“I’m gonna n-need you to shut the fuck up,” She snapped, but sounded so breathless and shaky that there was no bite behind her words. You smirked and leaned down, kissing her forehead and then her nose.
“How do you feel?” You moved her hair away from her sweat stained face and looked down to meet her eyes. She chuckled, smiling wide with her eyes half-lidded and looking exhausted. “Feel tired?”
“Y-Yeah,” She panted, wiping her chin on her shoulder as she grabbed you by the shoulders and yanked you down onto the bed next to her. It felt so natural for her to do that and so easy for you to fall in right next to her, like you had been doing it all your life. She stayed on her back as you were laying on your side, gently tracing little patterns on her abdomen as she panted. “Fuck…”
“I know,” You smirked, reaching up and grabbing at her hand, kissing over her fingers and smiling. In that moment, it felt like something shifted for you two… Like it was possible for this to work out. Ellie turned to look at you and grabbed at your chin, dipping down to kiss your lips.
“W-What d...does this m-mean for us?” You whined between kisses as Ellie feasted on your lips like you were an entire meal. This was the Ellie you were familiar with… assertive and desperate, ready to prove herself and make someone else feel good.
Even with how hard Ellie had just cum, she was on all fours and overtop of you, kissing at your lips and sliding one of her hands over your abdomen to your chest. You realized now that this was going to be one long night.
“N-Not losing you,” Ellie breathed against your lips. “Never again… You’re mine… and I’m yours.”
Tears filled your own eyes, and you wrapped your arms around her, kissing with a newfound desperation that you didn’t know you possessed… Ellie wanted to be with you. She genuinely wanted to be with you, like your girlfriend! How could you say no to her?!
“Y-Yours, Ellie,” You whined as she began to strip of your clothes. "I'm yours.”
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towindtheclock · 1 month
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prompt: post-game song: Ofelia - Kiltro
I did it, 3 days of the oumota weekend. thanks for organizing it 😔🙏!! it reminded me of how much i love oumota! and i love seeing new content of them
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kayschateau · 2 months
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caitlin sassing and keeping bluder together got me 😭 the way molly was like hey guys 😗 too like what goes on behind those scenes
cait is also never beating the sassy gf allegations
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thimblelin · 3 months
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i feel like they’d go on long walks through a park with their adopted dog post-game
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echosartblog · 1 month
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Memory Of Days Past
A companion piece to my old Child Link art
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hab-a-nice-day · 2 months
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—Juraj Slafkovský, Montreal Canadiens, Post Game Interview, October 10, 2023
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ink-asunder · 4 months
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I love how introspective your Main Pawn gets in the post-game arc. Throughout this whole game, your MP has been content to play their part as the unyieldingly loyal, emotionless, and "no thoughts, only Arisen" companion they're "supposed" to be in the story. But in the crawl of the post-game Everfall, encountering pawns who have lost their Arisen, the Main Pawn is forced to confront something deeper.
Every small comment, "My kind are nomads, we belong to no world, and to all." "They're confused, lost without their Arisen." "What is this place?" Each a crack in the sense of purpose and reality all pawns hold.
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