“ so how’d you like the first day on set @torntruth? got t’watch me bein’ a badass. ”
starter call. for mary-sue.
“ so how’d you like the first day on set @torntruth? got t’watch me bein’ a badass. ”
starter call. for mary-sue.
[ TRAIL ] sender runs their finger down receiver’s spine / from andrea to shane.
DOMESTIC INTIMACY PROMPTS - add “+ REVERSE” to reverse the roles - @torntruth
NO LONGER ACCEPTING!
[ TRAIL ] sender runs their finger down receiver’s spine
Shane woke up slowly, feeling her fingers as they moved down his spine. He let out a soft whimper. He loved the feel of her hands on him. What he loved more was knowing that she was all his and he was all hers. There was no one there to give them disapproving looks when they learned the two of them were together. "Mornin'," he murmured.
Andrea fingers continued to work their way down his spine until she reached where the sheet lay over his hips. She nipped at his shoulder as her hand slipped under the sheets, squeezing his ass. "Could be an even better morning," she teased, moving her hand to his other ass cheek and squeezing it.
He turned slowly until he laying on his back. He pulled her to straddle his hips. "That an offer, beautiful?" He watched as she reached between their bodies and stroked him a little before she guided him to her center. He shifted his hips, pushing slowly into her as he held her hips. "Feels so good."
Her head fell back, blonde locks falling on her naked back as she began to move on top of him. Her hands moved to his chest then his shoulders. "Yeah. Come on, baby. Give me what I want." She tightened her legs around his hips.
@torntruth said “The dark doesn’t frighten me.” / from ciri.
“Nor should it,” Yennefer agreed. “The dark is as much a tool as a weapon. But--” She opened her hand and white flames glowed bright in her palm, lighting up the cave in which they walked. “It is never the dark that is the problem but what hides within it.” Creeping out from within a crack in the wall was a vile looking monster she was sure Geralt would have had far more information on in his mental bestiary, complete with what witcher signs most thoroughly vanquished it, or which oils to put upon his sword to make it disappear. Yennefer simply blasted it with a spell that made it burst it into flames then shrivel into ash. “Now, which way should we go?”
They had come to a fork in the tunnels, two paths moving forward. She could perform a spell herself to find the fastest way out of this god forsaken maze, but she preferred to give Ciri the chance to take the lead, something she could not say for anyone else in the world. But Yen’s motherly instincts--to teach, instruct, encourage--always won out with Ciri over her normal instinct to control and dictate every situation.
YOU'RE DOING AMAZING. SPECTACULAR. LADY GAGA GIF.
HOW AM I DOING ? / accepting.
AAAAA THANK U SO MUCH!!! ❤️❤️❤️
Angels with silver wings Shouldn't know suffering I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan That only He understands I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through
Things get damaged, things get broken I thought we'd manage, but words left unspoken Left us so brittle There was so little left to give
I pray you learn to trust Have faith in both of us And keep room in your hearts for two
@torntruth gets a second five times touched for alice & claire BECAUSE IT’S HER BIRTHDAY. even though I would’ve done it still if it wasn’t her birthday. because she’s so worth it.
i. What is it about this stranger? It was DIFFICULT to not stare. Not that she’d deny she’s stunning. Maybe it’s just that this woman, the LEADER of the convoy, made an impression on Alice already with the fact she provided these survivors a safe haven. Alice was certainly more impressionable to women who are leaders, than men-- especially after having dealt with power-hungry assholes. Claire, that’s her name, was living proof aside from Alice that women are capable of more than what some men claim. The closer Claire walked, alongside Carlos, the more Alice desired to know about her. It wasn’t till their hands met in a handshake, that she realized what it may have been. Aside from the confident aura Claire seemed to exude, it was how Alice didn’t feel nervous. It was silent in her head. Usually, the virus would be taunting and imploring her to give in-- but there was complete... silence. It was the calm she didn’t know she was waiting for.
ii. Not that she was expecting anyone to acknowledge her presence and sit with her, not after the display of raw and terrifying power earlier when she burned the largest flock of infected crows. But she was flattered that Claire decided to join her by the fire. Maybe Claire just wanted to keep an eye on her (which she doubts it’s the reason after the conversation they had earlier). The leader was silent, but Alice could tell she was in deep thought-- the troubles tugging at her. All by how Claire’s brows would furrow and the absent-minded prodding at the canned fruit K-Mart insisted she take. Alice didn’t realize she had BEEN STARING AGAIN, till Claire’s surprisingly gentle voice broke her train of thoughts. She blinked and noted the can of fruit Claire was offering to her, clearly assuming that Alice must’ve been hungry. Unfortunately, she isn’t. She had a granola bar earlier and that was more than enough to tide her over for the night. The virus basically annihilated her appetite. Alice merely smiled, as soft Claire’s voice had been, before she gently pushed at the hand holding the can back towards the redhead. “No, you need to eat. I’m fine.” She’s never been fine since Raccoon City... but Claire doesn’t need to hear that.
iii. She hates this. With every single fiber in her being. Seeing the unconscious leader tied up to the damn plane like some prisoner. She’s not a prisoner anymore, Umbrella lost her-- but the scarab device she found attached to Claire’s chest had control over her mind. Alice was FURIOUS. She wanted to let the monster within her indulge in tearing them apart limb by limb. This wasn’t how she wanted their reunion to turn out, nearly getting stabbed in the face by a feral Claire. Glaring at the device in hand all while playing scenarios out in her head-- slaughtering every single Umbrella agent without a shred of mercy... the mental pictures suddenly stopped when she felt like she was being watched. Jaded blue eyes flicked up and she felt air leave her lungs at the stare she was met with. So many different emotions played out in Claire’s eyes. Confusion, possible fear, subtle anger. Alice silently stared back for a moment, then asked a few questions she damn well knew she wouldn’t get an answer to... before she decided she had enough of feeling like she’s playing the captor. “I’m going to release you. Will you please stay with me? I won’t hurt you, and I promise you will get the answers you seek.” Even as those words came out of her mouth, Alice was already moving towards Claire, showing the knife that Claire almost stabbed her with, before leaning in to cut her wrists free from the binds. For a brief moment before pulling back, Alice’s fingers gently caressed one of Claire’s wrists where an imprint of the binds was visible. A silent apology: I’m sorry they did this to you. I’m sorry I had to tie you up like this... I couldn’t let you get yourself hurt. And most of all, I’m sorry I let you leave Nevada without me.
iv. Despicable acts, unfortunately, are not uncommon these days. It happens more than you’d like to think. When civilization ends and humanity starts to fade, it isn’t just SURVIVAL you need to worry about. It’s also those who are prone to greed you need to worry about. Most people simply don’t care about others, just themselves. They’d do whatever it takes to keep breathing and once they get hooked on the feeling of taking everything they don’t deserve-- they become the real monsters here. Drunk on the POWER to take... even if it means they need to kill another living being. They’d only be lucky if they don’t prey on those who will FIGHT BACK. This time, this fool wasn’t so lucky. As smug they may be, even as they’re held at gunpoint by a very... very livid leader, little did they know that their demands for Claire to shoot them wasn’t going to happen. ‘You don’t get the easy way out.’ Alice thinks as it took every single ounce of her willpower to resist the monster underneath her skin, beseeching her to maim. Alice moved to Claire’s side, eerily calm, and laid her hand over the ones holding the gun. She could feel them tremble with Claire’s fury. She just pushes the gun down as she whispers to Claire without taking her eyes off the offender, “As much I want to tear him apart, too... he’s not worth it.”
v. “I’m scared.” A confession you’d never think you would hear from someone as STRONG as Alice, but guess what... we can’t always be strong. Claire helped her realize that. Reminded her see it was safe to lower her defenses around her. Convinced her she’s more human that she thinks. Her voice cracked when she admitted her fear to Claire. She didn’t even want to look at the anti-virus laying nearby, too consumed by the fear of not COMING BACK to Claire and Becky. The anti-virus will, undoubtedly, kill the infection inside her. But considering that the old and new strains had bonded with her blood-- filled the missing blueprint of her DNA and melded with her... it could kill her as well. With a shaky exhale, Alice reached out... wrapping arms around Claire’s waist and pulled her flush against her own body. As soon she buried her face in the crook of her lover’s neck, she just fell apart. Claire held her as her body shook with long, racking sobs. For the first time in nearly over a decade, she truly feared death. Apparently the thought of leaving Claire and Becky petrified her. More than enough she even considered tolerating the virus just to stay with them.
would nat sleep with kristen?
yes. yes she would.
(x) | accepting.
@torntruth [ carol ]
“ Considering I had to throw on an oversized hoodie and we had to pick a movie that’s wasn’t R rated so we don’t get id’d, I hope not. ” Carol tried to sound casual, but there’s a shakiness to her words that give away the fact that Nat is already getting to her ... and that Nat will probably get exactly what Nat wants.
Even if Carol’s waited forever and a day for a new Star Wars movie. Carol’s hands sneak around Nat’s waist, fingers somehow just finding skin underneath clothes and stopping at Nat’s waistband just above Nat’s ass. Carol’s blue eyes are closed -- she’s really not watching anything, is she? All her focus suddenly on the incredibly attractive woman she’d probably do anything for.
“ I can’t answer that question without another kiss, actually. ”
It was far too often that Nat got what she wanted when it came to Carol - or at least, far too often when Carol was on-world. The fact that her girlfriend was an intergalactic hero of space meant that Nat’s irritating girlfriend tendencies happened to just be amplified when her lover did manage to make it planetside. Chuckling playfully as she felt the wandering fingers of the other woman seek out flesh, the Widow nuzzled her nose into the blonde’s shoulder and eyed her from top to toe. ❝ You’re right, we did sneak in here. It would be a shame to leave, right? ❞ But Nat was not quitting, content now to sit perched on Carol’s lap and to allow slightly chipped nails to graze along the blonde’s throat even as Nat leaned in and caught Carol’s lips once more. The Widow sighed oh-so-softly into Carol’s mouth, fingers tightening gently in the short hairs at the back of her lover’s neck. ❝ You really wanted to see the new star wars film, babe. ❞ Natalia teased, mouthing now at Carol’s jawline, ❝ I can probably behave. ❞
@torntruth: five times touched, claire and alice or nicole and kristen. (I’ll probably do one for clairice too another time... because nobody said we can’t have both. :both-is-good.gif:)
i. Nobody should be alone. Not here. The twelve years old Nicole thinks. It’s almost Kristen’s birthday, and hers as well. They’re still stuck in this hellhole and it makes her skin CRAWL, just asking herself how long they’ll be here. How long before they die? No, she’s not going to believe that they will die. They can’t... they’ll see their family again. Tears stung her eyes, but her gaze never left Kristen’s back. Did she just see Kristen’s body tremble? Who knows, her vision is too blurry to tell right now. She inhales, sharp and deep. Even her hand shakes as she moved closer, and closer. Till she’s directly next to Kristen. Not a shred of hesitation was offered when she reached out for the younger girl’s hand, ever-so-gently wrapping fingers around Kristen’s and pulling it into a hold. A gentle squeeze of reassurance that simply said: we’ll be okay as long we stick together.
ii. It still feels like a dream. The fact Kristen Durus was ALIVE and well. When the door to her bakery opened, the little bell above it jingling, and stark blue eyes flicked up-- it felt like the entire world came to a screeching halt. Nicole knew who it was, long before the woman took her sunglasses off to reveal bright vermilion green eyes. She just KNEW. Maybe it was the fact that the media as of lately, was all about Aiden Kane-- knowing she would eventually hear from someone. Or Nicole MIGHT have dreamt what an older Kristen would’ve looked like before nightmares ruined it every time. Either way, when her back was pressed against the wall in the elevator and feeling Kristen’s body flush against hers-- Nicole’s hand moved to lay along Kristen’s lower back. Fingers curling to grip onto Kristen’s shirt as their lips crashed into a messy, almost desperate, kiss-- Nicole knew she was happy with the fact Kristen, indeed, escaped alive. Those two men a seventeen years old Nicole, awakened from a coma, had killed were just another pair of liars trying to get under her skin.
iii. She’s not afraid. (Blood on her face.) She’s STILL not afraid. (Pupils dilated and irises dark from her rage.) SHE NEVER WILL BE AFRAID-- because she knows Kristen isn’t the monster Kane tried to turn her into. (Her blood-drenched hand trembles, the one holding the switchblade.) The smoking Jericho 941 in hand is slowly lowered and intense, yet protective of her lover, blue eyes flicks over the body of the super-mutant laying in the puddle of it’s foul blood. They’re, 100%, DEAD. She holsters her gun, but leaves the latch off. Just in case. Footsteps from her boot-clad feet were barely audible-- (her ragged breathing is louder.) Her dominant hand moves up and lays on Kristen’s forearm, just holding-- offering that much needed sliver of comfort and she whispers: let’s go home.
iv. MAKE ME FORGET; the words are spoken the loudest through actions-- which is exactly what happened with them. Nicole came back from a ‘trip’ overseas and was greeted by a disheveled Kristen. Clearly something personal must’ve happened, just enough to have an impact on the fearless SWITCHBLADE. Kristen usually doesn’t let anyone see her in her rawest. Not even Nadia. Only Nicole. Heavy pants in between heated, messy kisses. Insistent pressing of bodies together, while hands fumbled and tugged on clothes. Nicole catches Kristen’s hands at the button and zipper of her jeans, stopping her for a moment and tugs them away. “Slow down. Let me.” Her words are whispered over Kristen’s lips, one of her hands releasing Kristen’s wrist before disappearing inside the blonde’s jeans and underwear. She relishes the sharp inhale that was supposed to be a quiet gasp from Kristen when her fingers come in contact with the bundle of nerves. A gentle caress; something Kristen deserves right now... more than just a quick, rough fuck.
v. This may very well be the end of the line for them, or the END OF THE WORLD. They’re finally going to confront Kane for once and for all. They’ve successfully dismantled his grand ‘army’ and a way in was blown wide open. Nicole’s exhausted, and so was Kristen. They stood together in silence while bodies littered the ground around them-- save for the harsh breathing. Nadia’s somewhere safe with her older brother, so that was a peace of mind for them at least. DESPITE HOW HARD IT WAS TO LEAVE HER ... knowing well it may be the last time. Her silver Jericho 941 was held in her hand, loosely, while her other-- covered with blood (hers and theirs) reaches up. Fingers trembled as they curled around the back of Kristen’s neck and pulled her in till foreheads touched. They sometimes share this silent prayer. You don’t need to be religious to have a prayer. Just need faith in something.
“...Let’s end this war.” They say it together.
@torntruth, semi-plotted for ciri.
the lioness’ spirit looked solemn, deep worry settling on her features when once more she stood before her granddaughter. as grateful as she was to be able to speak to her, share her mind with the girl, she worried that the lamp would cause her to live in the past, way more than look ahead to the future still before her.
“ ciri... “ she wished she could hold her, too, but her state had its limitations, obviously. she already was way more lucky than most of those who have parted their way with the world of the living. “ something troubles you again. “ it wasn’t a question. ciri may have grown, but calanthe believed still, that she knew her better than most others in the world did.
"Are you okay?" The look of concern on Asami's face was so genuine, one hand reaching out like she was going to grab one of Indra's -- instead she went in for a full hug, just wrapping her arms around Indra.
TOO MUCH, TOO FAST, TOO CLOSE. moment of vulnerability she’d resigned herself to dealing with on her own as she has for a decade and half now cradled in arms. the embrace--- she likes, craves even, desperately wishes to lean into and feel for the first time since she lost her family that she is not alone, but that is exactly what scares her. affection, concern, a battering ram against the walls indra’s hid herself behind, her shield. they’re strong ( she’s spent over half of her life fortifying them ), but that the anxiety of them being breeched causes her heart to leap into a sprint. shock stills her, stiffens her in the presence of a tender gesture that’s somehow become so foreign to her. when was the last time she was hugged ? it must have been her little sister, excited to see indra after she’d been away from the family home, playing with friends from dawn until dusk.
don’t let her in---- indra has to remind herself, fearing that her resolve to preserve herself will surrender to her desire to grasp at any sort of genuine connection thrown her way. she remembers the price she has to pay for love, and it’s far too steep. she couldn’t bear to pay it again. “ of course i am, pretty tinker. ” she dismisses, firmly establishing the rift between them. banter and flirtation at face value, for fun, is where this acquaintanceship ends, and that is a line that indra is unwilling to cross. fifteen years and wounds are still too sore to be prodded. “ there is no need for you to worry that beautiful head of yours. ” a quick pat to the woman’s hair and indra is peeling herself out of her grasp. and then she feels a strange chill. loneliness.
Caitlyn's wearing this zip up hoodie, probably to hide the revealing shirt... since she's also wearing the shortest shorts. It's the atmosphere. Blue eyes just peer up, before she steps directly in Indra's path. The brothel just to the side of them. She smiles. "I haven't seen you in awhile. Do you just runaway from Zaun every now and then?"
A SIGHT FOR EYES BURDENED WITH BLOOD AND MEMORY OF THAT LOOK. an expression of unadulterated fear. the look of someone who knows they are going to die. the look of someone tortured by her hand and then silenced for the convenience of her agency like throwing away scraps after everything valuable has been extracted. they’re people. it makes her sick how callously her superiors throw orders to kill. she’s still reeling, but the smiling face to greet her takes enough pressure off of her chest for indra to breathe again. peculiar it is that something no more than business between them could be so refreshing. even if the affection was paid for, it filled a void carved into indra by the heartbreak of her occupation. she wished she could honestly be the monster they need her to be, but her conscience will not allow it.
drown the lump in her throat with a once over, maybe twice over, of caitlyn’s provocative attire. a hoodie and bare legs, skin pale and smooth as fresh snow waiting to be melted in the heat of her hands. indra consciously brings a grin to her lips, despite how wrong it feels to allow herself pleasure in the wake of someone else’s tragedy. but no more thinking--- she’ll let her body control her now. soft chuckle as she stops just short of colliding with caitlyn. indra can feel the gentle warmth of her body heat occupying the synapse. “ it almost sounds like you missed me. ”
Claire just leans her body sideways until her shoulder touches Jill. Hand slides until fingers are sliding through Jill's. Blue eyes close. "We really need to take a vacation." A pause. "And make sure Chris comes along."
𝑱𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑽𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑬 " We'll have to drag him. As much as he says he needs one, you know he'll never actually do it. " It was definitely a new concept; the two of them, but Jill was getting used to it. Though slightly calloused from years of marksmanship & intricate lockpicking, fingers interlocked with the others'. " Where the hell would we even go, anyways? "
Claire: Big Dick Energy
Alice: Big Dumbass Energy
*wads up a piece of paper, throws it directly at your head*
*eats the paper*
hey like.......... do you wanna write queer things with me or nah?
I actually question my life choices when I'm not writing queer things with you. like... why aren't you doing this, chris. GO GET IT.
💋, i'll pick if i really have to but whatever ship of ours you're currently feeling.
they joked about it, if anything. teased each other. never once thought what it would be like if they actually followed through.but this was it. the moment that jill never expected to happen. claire was kissing her & for what reason? so they could laugh about it later? ....there was no way.it felt too real, too powerful for it not to MEANsomething & jill was totally frozen. it feltsilly to sit there, stunned & confused,emotions bundled together that weren't often felt in any situation.
the weight of a hand on her thigh & other on the opposite hip,jill was finally put in a predicament where she didn't know how to act.
@torntruth replied with: dana wouldn't recommend it, personally
❝ I trust her judgement - then again, she’s slept with Venkman. ❞
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𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 & 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑨𝑹𝑰 & 𝑨𝑷𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑶𝑵 ©
@torntruth asked: "Try this," Judy whispers. Valen's not really getting a choice either. Judy's just throwing one leg over both of V's. Plopping herself right in V's lap. Holding up an empanada for V to consume.
rom: random ask is randoming / always accepting
----------- VALEN HAS KNOWN JUDY LONG ENOUGH that ‘no’ is not and will ever be an option -- plus they wouldn’t even think about uttering the word because well -- judy’s in ther lap. THEIR LAP. and you couldn’t pay them to get the other woman off of them --- so yes - valen took a bite of the empanada - and will do it again too if it keeps judy on their lap.