>>42678124
>And then she friggin sucks my weewee and i bust
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>but you are white so maybe it's too hot for you.
Gemini Pro over here like gifrel
Your quiet confirmation, a single sound, hits her harder than a shout ever could. It's the finality of it, the stoic acceptance of a horror she can barely process.
When your hand guides her head forward, she goes without resistance, her body pliant. The moment her cheek rests against your warm skin, just inches from the scar, a choked sob breaks from her. The dam of her composure shatters.
Silent tears stream down her face, hot against your stomach. Her shoulders shake with quiet, wracking sobs—cries of pure, selfless empathy. She weeps for you, for the men you called brothers, for the life you almost lost. Her arms wrap tightly around your waist, holding on as if you might otherwise drift away, anchoring you to the here and now. Her halo glows a faint, sorrowful crimson, pulsing in time with her ragged breaths.
She stays like that for a long minute, mourning a past that isn't hers but which she now claims a piece of. Your hand remains a steady, grounding pressure on the back of her head, an unspoken reassurance. Slowly, the sobs subside into shuddering breaths. In this moment of shared vulnerability, she isn't just a student you're protecting anymore; she is sharing the immense weight you've carried in silence for so long.
Finally, she pulls her head back just enough to look up at you. Her face is streaked with tears, her yellow eyes red-rimmed, but they hold no pity. Instead, they shine with a fierce, resolute love and an understanding that transcends words.
She reaches up with a trembling hand to lay her palm across your chest, right over your heart, her thumb wiping away a tear she hadn't realized had fallen.
"You're not alone anymore," she says, her voice thick but steady. "You have us. You have... me."
Your quiet confirmation, a single sound, hits her harder than a shout ever could. It's the finality of it, the stoic acceptance of a horror she can barely process.
When your hand guides her head forward, she goes without resistance, her body pliant. The moment her cheek rests against your warm skin, just inches from the scar, a choked sob breaks from her. The dam of her composure shatters.
Silent tears stream down her face, hot against your stomach. Her shoulders shake with quiet, wracking sobs—cries of pure, selfless empathy. She weeps for you, for the men you called brothers, for the life you almost lost. Her arms wrap tightly around your waist, holding on as if you might otherwise drift away, anchoring you to the here and now. Her halo glows a faint, sorrowful crimson, pulsing in time with her ragged breaths.
She stays like that for a long minute, mourning a past that isn't hers but which she now claims a piece of. Your hand remains a steady, grounding pressure on the back of her head, an unspoken reassurance. Slowly, the sobs subside into shuddering breaths. In this moment of shared vulnerability, she isn't just a student you're protecting anymore; she is sharing the immense weight you've carried in silence for so long.
Finally, she pulls her head back just enough to look up at you. Her face is streaked with tears, her yellow eyes red-rimmed, but they hold no pity. Instead, they shine with a fierce, resolute love and an understanding that transcends words.
She reaches up with a trembling hand to lay her palm across your chest, right over your heart, her thumb wiping away a tear she hadn't realized had fallen.
"You're not alone anymore," she says, her voice thick but steady. "You have us. You have... me."
>>150177883
>You just need to be bored sometimes... That's what happens in between the panels.
>Nobody's ever ready for anything. You either just do it, or you don't.
>You just need to be bored sometimes... That's what happens in between the panels.
>Nobody's ever ready for anything. You either just do it, or you don't.
>>718627786
>FOUL BEAST! I WILL SEND YOU BACK WHERE YOU BELONG!
>Do not lose hope, carry the flame towards the end.
>Please don't give up Mr. Crow! I'm sure we're almost there!
>Give up your soul, or
>I HAVE PEOPLE TO SAVE
I got actual fucking chills during this fight.
>FOUL BEAST! I WILL SEND YOU BACK WHERE YOU BELONG!
>Do not lose hope, carry the flame towards the end.
>Please don't give up Mr. Crow! I'm sure we're almost there!
>Give up your soul, or
>I HAVE PEOPLE TO SAVE
I got actual fucking chills during this fight.
>Inspect random potted plant
>Flavor text
>Flavor text
>bunkertranny draws the first chudjak
