#Don't move
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Explanation:
This is a reference to the "Don't move"/"Non ti muovere" film's ending (2004). After a death of the main character's mistress he starts seeing her ghost, who follows him💀
I've also attached scheenshots as my inspiration resource.
It didn't probably turn out really nice with perspective, but at least I love the colors.
#don't move#alternative universe#fanart#artwork#art#traditional art#traditional drawing#call of duty#cod mwiii#cod soap#cod ghost#john soap mactavish#johnny soap mactavish#john mactavish#johnny mactavish#soap mactavish#sergeant mactavish#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghoap#ghoap au#ghostsoap#soapghost
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winds back at 30mph... 😮💨 gonna write/listen to music to distract myself 🙌
#i hate it here in scotland#any advice for people moving to scotland#don't move#i know you'll regret it -coming from someone who has lived in scotland their entire life 👎🤙
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Whumptober 2023 Day 21 - "Don't move."
"Hey man, don't move. You're super fucked up right now."
#whumptober2023#no.21#don't move#mp100#mob psycho 100#art#blood#injury#hanazawa teruki#teruki hanazawa#suzuki shou#shou suzuki#fan art#artists on tumblr
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waiting again
prompt: "don't move"
whumpee: shawn spencer
fandom: psych
hi this one is a part two to my fic for day 10, wait and see. hope you like it!
Gus is getting worried. It’s been almost two hours since Shawn left for that sketchy abandoned warehouse, and he’d promised to be back by now.
Maybe he’s just running late, Gus thinks.
Or maybe he’s been captured by some kind of evil former forklift operator, or something.
He calls Shawn. C’mon, pick up, he pleads silently. Don’t make me have to come after you. I am not in the mood to face off against a crazy guy with a forklift certification.
But Shawn doesn’t pick up. Gus debates calling for backup in the form of Jules or possibly Lassiter, but, well. They’re both busy and they’re not even on a case right now and maybe he’s being a little paranoid. Maybe.
He goes alone.
The Blueberry screeches to a halt in the parking lot of a warehouse that is significantly flatter than Gus had thought it would be. It’s collapsed. Shawn hadn’t mentioned that particular detail before he’d left this morning.
Gus had already been anxious, but now that anxiety sharply rises. Maybe the warehouse hadn’t been collapsed before. Maybe Shawn had done something to make it collapse, maybe there had been a bomb hidden somewhere in the building, maybe an earthquake had hit this very spot, and nowhere else.
He very, very cautiously approaches the ruined building.
“Shawn?” he calls out, stepping over a large metal beam and wishing fervently that his friend had decided to do anything else today. “Are you here?”
“Gus!” Shawn’s voice comes from somewhere in front of him, loud and relieved. There’s the sound of rubble shifting, and then a very distinct “Ow!”
“Don’t move!” Gus shouts instinctively. “Just - give me a second, okay? Where are you?”
“I dunno, man, there’s…concrete and wood and stuff everywhere.”
Gus looks around and discovers that this descriptor also applies to his current location. Okay. Not helpful.
“Say something else,” he calls out. “So I can follow your voice.”
“Okay, uh, I’m really glad you’re here, I mean, I knew you’d come, but my phone broke when the building collapsed - it collapsed right on top of me, all on its own, I swear I didn’t even do anything - and where was I? Right. The building collapsed and my phone broke so I couldn’t call you and - did you bring anyone else with you? Cause I’m kinda stuck here.”
As soon as Shawn says stuck, Gus steps through a partially-collapsed doorway and is immediately made aware of the problem.
Shawn is lying there, covered in dust and bits of building material, and there’s a massive piece of concrete pinning his leg to the ground. There’s blood beneath it, and Gus steadfastly does not look at it.
“Good to see you,” Shawn says. His face is a little too pale and his hair is speckled white with plaster.
Gus crouches beside him, avoiding a large piece of rebar. He reaches into his pocket for his phone and calls Jules, holding up a finger of silence when Shawn opens his mouth to say something that is surely not going to be helpful.
“Jules, hi, I’ve, um, well…can you maybe send some help to -”
He looks over to Shawn. “What’s the address of this place?”
Shawn makes an I dunno sound.
“Okay, we don’t know the address, but it’s a creepy abandoned warehouse near a taco place that’s kind of also creepy and maybe abandoned.”
“Got it,” Jules says, almost immediately. “What happened?”
Gus tells her what he knows.
“Is he okay?”
He looks over at his friend, who gives him an only somewhat reassuring thumbs up.
“He’s alright. But he’s really stuck.”
“I’ll send the fire department. And an ambulance.”
Okay. Okay. Jules is sending real help, and everything is gonna be fine. Don’t think about the blood.
He goes back to Shawn, passes him the phone so he can talk to Jules. He’s smiling and chats with her almost normally. But Gus can see the pain on his face, the way his expression goes still and serious the second he hangs up.
Gus sits down beside Shawn, ignores the dust that gets on his pants, and puts his phone back into his pocket. He puts a hand onto Shawn’s shoulder and joins him in doing the only thing they can do.
They wait.
thanks for reading!!!
#whumptober2023#no.21#don't move#psych#fic#shawn spencer#trapped#pinned by debris#my writing#i say things#ough. got rained on today and wasn't expecting it. very cold.#alsoooo i wanna go out tonight but i have no one to go with :( and i am Not going out drinking on my own that's no fun#boooo#it's fine. but. annoyed.
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Cliff Part 2
Whumptober day 21! 10 days left after this. Woohoo!
Prompt: “Don't move.”
Part 1
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“Hey, hey. Don’t move, Okay? You’re alright. Stay still.” Hands pushed Hero’s shoulders back on the cold, uneven surface below them. It was dark. Too dark. The air smelled of rotting seaweed, making Hero cough deep hacking coughs. To their surprise, water burst from their chest with the cough.
“There was still more in there? Gosh, Hero. Were you trying to drink the whole ocean?” A soft thunk echoed through the space followed by a low groan as the person laid down close to Hero’s side. “Thanks for saving me. I really thought Villain was going to kill me.”
“Villain?” Hero’s brain felt like it was on a boat in the middle of a storm. Every time they came close to grasping a thought, a wave of confusion tossed them in the wrong direction. They lay there for a moment before another wave tossed them against a rock of memory. “Civilian! The cliff!”
Civilian groaned as they slapped their hand over Hero’s mouth. “Please don’t yell. I’m here, okay? We both made it. I’m alright, but… I think we should keep talking quietly or something. Neither of us needs to fall asleep with how cold and wet it is in this cave. Plus, I think I might have a concussion.”
“Might? Villain slammed you head-first into a boulder! You probably have two concussions.” Hero rolled over, trying to see Civilian through the dark of the cave. “I should probably thank you too. I wasn’t the one who got us in the cave. Pretty sure I just drowned.”
“Maybe a bit. I did too, so I guess we’re even.” Civilian’s hand brushed through Hero’s hair, then trailed around to brush their back. “You got hurt pretty bad in the process. What happened?”
“Doesn’t matter. We’re alive.” Hero’s lungs and chest burned. They expected to hurt after nearly drowning, but was the pain supposed to get worse? At least their eyes had finally adjusted and they could see the cave around them.
“We’re not too far from the shore either. I saw a way we could climb across the cliff if we can get enough strength back, or we can try to swim.”
“Swimming is probably our best option. With your concussion and my back. I can see a couple of large pieces of driftwood over there. We can use them to help us float.”
“Good idea. Do you need to rest some more?”
“I’m fine, Civilian.” Hero stood to see if they were lying. Yeah, their back ached, and their chest felt abnormally full, but they could make it.
“You, you can call me Friend if you want. Come on. Let’s go.”
Friend had been right. The shore wasn’t far. Even as Hero’s lungs spasmed, throwing them into a fit of coughing, they had hope. Together, Hero and Friend slipped back into the cold ocean before reaching back onto the ledge Hero had been so desperate to reach for their driftwood. Time melted. Hero knew they were swimming. They knew Friend was chattering nervously. It just didn’t mean anything until Hero’s foot kicked sand.
Friend jumped in the air and cheered before their headwound caught up with them, and they hunched over, clinging to their forehead. “Ow, ow, ow! We did it, Hero. We’re still alive!”
Hero laughed and fell to their knees as their lungs spasmed again. They coughed and coughed and coughed. They could barely breathe. Chest on fire, they looked up at Friend, “We’re alive, but I think something is wrong.”
“Okay. It’s okay.” Hero could see the panic in Friend’s eyes as they helped Hero lay down in the sand. “Just stay right there, okay? I’m going to go find help. You’re going to be okay.”
When Hero opened their eyes, they were alone.
#whumptober 2023#no. 21#don't move#oc#whump fic#drowning tw#Civilian#Hero#Villain#secondary drowning
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werewolves oooOoOOOOOoooo
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Close your eyes and stay still.
Six Sexy Words
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Don't Move
Some season two OFMD whump today so spoilers for the first 3 ish episodes below. Also on AO3.
Izzy swayed as the ship pitched in another storm driven wave. He yelled at Fang to tie down another rope and bit back a wave of nausea, bile rising in his throat. They had to get through the storm. He had to survive until morning then…then he had to survive another day. Survival. Focus on that.
And yet…even as another wave hit the Revenge he couldn’t help but let his mind wander down below deck. He’d almost died there, several hours ago. Driven by emotional turmoil and pain to put a loaded gun to his head and pull the trigger. He should be dead. He should be dead and left to rot, taken down into the sea with the ship when Edward fired one into the mast.
Somehow he was still alive. And Edward wasn’t. It was Ed starting to rot below deck in the same bed as Izzy had almost died. Any other mutiny they would have gotten rid of the body as quickly as possible. But he couldn’t do it.
Izzy’s leg was throbbing and he was shaking and shivering in the rain. Maybe he would join Edward sooner rather than later.
“Izzy!”
Izzy snapped awake blinking heavily and looking around in a panic. Had he passed out?
“Fuck…”
“Come on let’s get him to his room,” Jim said, “He’s gonna fucking go overboard.”
Izzy wanted to argue but he couldn’t really focus enough to do so. He let Jim and Fang help him up. Lightning bolts of pain raced up his leg and lower back with every step. He swore he could still feel the pain in the now gone rotten leg.
Maybe it was more than the leg that was rotten.
*****
“Is he still breathing?” Fang asked.
“Yes,” Jim answered. They had been watching Izzy for the past hour. Fang’s fear wasn’t unwarranted; there had been a few times where Jim wasn’t certain if Izzy was breathing or not.
“He’s so pale and still,” Fang said, voice trembling.
“I know. I think…I think he’s gonna make it though,” Jim said. They weren’t really sure. Jim reached out and took Izzy’s hand and gave it a squeeze and Fang sat down.
Jim somehow managed to fall asleep in their chair and only woke when Izzy started to groan in pain.
“Izzy? You’re alright. It’s Jim.”
Izzy groaned again, his eyes fluttering for a few moments before he opened them. Jim managed to smile. Izzy started to move to get up.
“Izzy, fuck, don’t move you need to rest.”
“Things to do,” Izzy muttered.
“Don’t move, cabron!” Jim said.
Izzy looked at them and sighed. He grimaced and groaned. Jim wished they knew what to do to help Izzy.
“You need to drink something,” they said at last, figuring that was at least something. Jim lifted Izzy’s head enough to help him drink. He looked up at the ceiling for a while after that just blinking at nothing before turning to Jim again.
“How are things?”
Jim sighed, “Bad. But no worse at the moment. We’re floating, we’re alive, well at least most of us.”
“Fang?”
“He’s fine. It’s you, me, Fang, Frenchie, and Archie.”
“We have to…so much to do,” Izzy said.
“I know, you just need to rest a little more. Don’t want to lose you,” Jim said. Izzy nodded and it wasn’t long before he passed out again.
*****
Izzy knew that there were things to be done. He had to keep the crew alive, for as long as he possibly could. That meant he had to get up. Feverish, hurting, he had to protect the crew. Had to give them somewhat of a chance to live long enough to be found.
He sat up and felt dizzy and sick.
“Izzy…”
“Done resting for now Fang, we need to take stock of what we have,” Izzy said.
“Don’t overdo it boss,” Fang said.
“I won’t,” Izzy said but wasn’t sure if he really had a choice in the matter.
“Good. We made something for you,” Fang said, “help with your balance a little bit.” Fang pulled out what looked like a table leg and some fabric and also the mop from below deck. Well it wasn’t fancy but maybe Izzy wouldn’t fall over on his face.
“Right, thank you,” Izzy said.
Fang helped Izzy put the peg leg on and helped Izzy stand. It wasn’t very stable but it was better than nothing and there was so much work to be done.
Izzy took a steading breath. He was going to do his best to keep the crew alive. It wasn’t going to be easy, he didn’t know if any of them would live but…there really wasn’t anything else to do.
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June of Doom Day 25
25. “Don’t move!”
| Natural Disaster | Drowning | Stranded |
TW: treason, minor character deaths
A/N: Alternate Universe - Selkie
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When Khan Noonien Singh opened his eyes, he didn't remember much. All he remembered was that he and his crew had been attacked by a ship of the fleet and taken under fire.
The pirate ship Botany Bay hadn't stood a chance against that damn Captain Marcus and his crew.
Their only option had been to escape, and in doing so they had been separated. No member of the crew had survived.
The swell had been hard and unrelenting and most of the little boats had been wrecked on the cliffs. Only Khan had miraculously survived.
But he had been knocked unconscious and so he did not know how he had ended up in the small cave on the beach.
When he had tried to sit up, a voice had yelled at him, sounding panicked.
"Na gluais!" it had said, and even though Khan didn't understand a single word, he could only asume that it was warning him to move. He felt miserable. Some of his bones had to be broken.
Eventually, however, the mysterious rescuer had helped him sit up, and Khan still watched in fascination as the rescuer built a small fire.
The man was... exceedingly handsome. His auburn hair shimmered in the light of the flames. He had pale skin and gray eyes. Probably the most uncommon thing, however, was the fact that he wore no clothes. Every part of his body was exposed.
When the man got up and sat down with him, Khan couldn't help but look him up and down. The man blinked with interest before carefully touching the pirate's face.
"Tha thu nad dhuine."
Khan narrowed his eyes in confusion. What... what kind of language was that? Was it the strange Gaelic he and the rest of his crew had been told about when they left for Scotland?
"I... I don't understand you. I... speak English."
The brown-haired man tilted his head before apparently understanding. His expression brightened.
"You... English. You... Human."
Involuntarily, Khan's eyebrows moved up. What kind of strange person was this?
"Um, yes... I am a human."
Khan caught sight of something like fascination in his counterpart's eyes. A smile was on his lips and the man pointed to himself.
"I... Montgomery."
Montgomery? Was that his name? Khan blinked for a moment before pointing to himself.
"My name is Khan. Did... you save me?"
Even though Montgomery didn't seem to speak English all that well, he could probably understand, because he nodded eagerly.
"Found at the chladach.... uh... coast. Brought here."
Khan looked around. Was this cave, by any chance, Montgomery's home?
"Do you live here?"
For a moment Montgomery hesitated, but then he shook his head.
"Tha mi a' fuireach anns a' mhuir.... um... sea. In the sea."
Khan just laughed at the man's choice of words. He really didn't know any English.
"You mean by the sea. You live by the sea."
But again his counterpart shook his head.
"'S e selkie a th' annam. Selkie... live in the sea."
A... Selkie? Khan had heard of them. Stories told that these creatures lived in the sea as seals, but could transform into humans when they shed their fur.
His gaze slid around the cave and.... there! In one corner, he spotted something brown.
So Montgomery... was actually a Selkie. It was simply incredible! But it also confused Khan.
"Why... did you save me? I thought Selkie hated humans."
Montgomery looked down at the ground, silent for a long moment before looking back up at Khan.
"Mother... forbid. But I... want to learn. More knowledge about human."
Again, fascination sparkled in Montgomery's eyes and Khan couldn't help but smile.
"Of course, Montgomery. Learning is important. And because you saved me, I want to reciprocate as thanks. Ask me whatever you want."
The pirate had learned that one should be grateful to a rescuer. So he would do his best to return the favor.
And the happy look in the beautiful eyes was worth it.
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Montgomery took loving care of him. He brought him food, made fire again and again, helped him to move again.
And in return Khan helped the Selkie to speak better English, to understand humans and their behavior. He answered all of Montgomery's questions, gave him his coat so he could dress with it.
And after some time, Khan was finally able to walk again. Montgomery had managed to nurse him back to health and Khan was incredibly grateful to him.
He was finally able to look around, to explore the coast where he had been stranded. He found other people who knew English and he learned what had happened to his ship.
It had been completely destroyed. Everything he had ever owned had been taken from him.
And besides the unspeakable grief, another feeling filled the pirate. Pure hatred.
Hatred for Captain Marcus.
Hatred for the fleet.
He would avenge his crew. He would destroy this man.
And when he learned that Marcus' ship regularly docked on the island, a plan formed in his mind.
He would get his revenge.
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"I want to introduce you to someone, Montgomery. A very friendly person I met during my explorations."
Khan walked along the beach, Montgomery close at his side. The Selkie was beaming to both cheeks.
"A... second teacher for me?"
A smile crossed Khan's face. Montgomery's English had really improved a lot. The pirate had done a good job.
"Yeah, sort of."
They walked slowly, although Khan would have very much liked to get to his destination as soon as possible. But he knew he owed it to Montgomery.
The Selkie had done so much for him... there was only one more thing missing.
They talked, laughed together, asked each other questions, but finally they reached the end of the cliff.
The man Khan had met earlier was already standing there. He smiled when he saw the two men moving toward him.
"Montgomery, this is Mr. Mudd."
The dirty grin on Mudd's face grew even wider as he took Montgomery's hand and shook it.
"Hello, my friend."
Immediately, the Selkie's eyes sparkled again.
"Friend? And... ye are... teacher?"
Mudd exchanged a glance with Khan, who nodded subtly.
"Well, yeah sure. I'm your teacher. Any questions? I'm your man."
Khan didn't like this man's manner at all, but he was a means to an end.
Montgomery looked with fascination at the vehicle Mudd had come here in. A carriage - Khan had taught him that word.
In the back was a large, silver box with a great many gaps to look through. Montgomery had never seen anything like it. Khan could see that in his face.
"Is that... yer house?"
Curious, the Selkie inspected the strange structure and Mudd stepped up to him, putting an arm around his shoulder.
"Sort of. Want to take a look inside?"
Khan felt his heart almost grow heavy as Montgomery nodded enthusiastically.
The Selkie had no idea he was climbing into a cage that would be his home for a long time.
"Khan told me you were a Selkie. Can you... show me how to do that?"
Montgomery blinked in confusion for a moment, but then grabbed the fur he was carrying.
"I... need some water from the sea."
Mudd just laughed out.
"That's no problem at all. Take a look in that bucket over there, my friend."
Khan just watched as Montgomery gleefully ran to the bucket, which must have been filled with water and fish.
He put on his fur, doused himself with water, and just a short time later, a seal was sitting in the spot where just a moment before there had been a human.
A loud bang made Khan wince and he saw that Mudd had closed the cage.
Cautiously, the pirate stepped closer to the cage and touched the soft fur of the Selkie.
"I'm sorry about that, Montgomery. But I just had to trade you."
A confused yelp escaped the seal and its head tilted to the side.
"The dynamite is already on Marcus' ship. All you have to do is shoot a flaming arrow at it once the crew is aboard."
With those words, Mudd handed the pirate said arrow and patted him on the back.
"Pleasure doing business with you. Any show with that thing is going to make me a lot of money. And if need be, I can always sell it to a cook."
Khan didn't take his eyes off Montgomery. The yelps grew more desperate as the Selkie realized he couldn't get out of the cage.
"The deal was that not a hair on his head would be harmed. And I expect you to stick to it."
Mudd just shrugged his shoulders.
"As far as I'm concerned. The main thing is to make the deal worth my while."
Khan barely noticed the man get into the carriage and leave.
He could only look at Montgomery and feel guilty.
But... he had to avenge his crew! Marcus had to pay!
When it was all done, he would somehow free Montgomery. He would save him, and in doing so, he would finally pay him back for saving his life.
(To be continued)
#juneofdoom#june of doom#day 25#whump#whump challenge#don't move#stranded#star trek#montgomery scott#khan noonien singh#harry mudd#selkie au#pirates#treason#minor character death
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The Glimmer had let them down as gracefully as possible, given the failed aft shields and all the fire she'd taken after. Kallus had cuts and bruises all over from long shards of this planet's deep blue stone that'd punched through the hull all around him, but he'd be able to walk once he disentangled himself from the pilot seat's safety harness and gotten out of whatever fluid was leaking over his legs and the floor.
Behind him, Zeb shifted and groaned. "Hera's crashes are a lot more comfortable. You should take lessons."
Kallus didn't have the breath to respond. That was odd.
Zeb leaned around the pilot's seat to help, but paused with his hand stretched out toward the harness release. "Kal," and his forcefully calm tone warned Kallus something was wrong even before he said, "don't move."
Kallus gave his safety harness a closer look. The sharp tip a blue stone shard, wet with his blood, protruded from his abdomen. Blood had soaked his clothes and made the floor slick. "Oh." He had enough air to say that, at least.
#whump#text#star wars#swr#yes him again shush#No effort Whumptober#No.21#don't move#impaled#once again i have not researched this as that would require Effort#of which there is explicitly none this month
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Chapters: 11/11 Words: 29,779
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Fringilla Vigo, Francesca Findabair | Enid an Gleanna & Fringilla Vigo
Additional Tags: Whump, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, Major Character Injury, Sickfic, Fever, Fever Dreams, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Has a Bad Time, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury, Fringilla has motherly feelings, Friendship, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Cahir is a wet paper towel, Suicidal Thoughts, Mental Breakdown, Guilt, Resurfacing Past, Nightmares, Aftereffects of Torture, Headaches & Migraines, Trauma, Panic Attack, Swooning, Dehydration, Whumptober 2023, Whumptember 2023, August Whump Week
Summary: Cahir is badly injured and missing after his fight with the Scoia'tael on Thanedd island. Fortunately he has a good friend in Fringilla.
Inspired by Whump Week in August (Chapter 1), Whumptember (Chapters 7 and 9-11) and Whumptober prompts (Chapters 7-11)
Whumptober prompts for chapter 11: no. 1, no. 3, no. 7, no. 11, no. 21
#whumptober2023#swooning#solitary confinement#radio silence#all the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed#captivity#don't move#the witcher netflix#fic#Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach#Fringilla Vigo#cahir x fringilla#cahir#Cahir Whump#eamon farren#Mimi M Khayisa#the witcher season 3#whumptember2023#whumptember2023 day four: Left behind#whumptember2023 day six: "I didn't do this; Framed#the witcher fanfiction
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An unpleasant reminder
Some more whump because why not. Yeager and Raven hit an ambush and Yeager gets shot.
#whumptober 2023#no. 21#don't move#tales of vesperia#fanfic#injury tw#gunshot tw#guns tw#raven vesperia#yeager vesperia#yeager/raven#you always hurt the one you love#raven taking care of yeager
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I absolutely Love learning stuff about until dawn that is retroactively incredibly obvious but also new to me so still fascinating as hell
I didn't know that don't move segments can change length - maybe it's just the one, but the first one in the lodge in chapter ten is about 10 seconds long if you choose to follow Mike, but if you lock the door instead and delay the fight that ends the don't move, it's about 15 seconds long instead!
also learned that if you don't make a choice for following or locking the door, Mike comes back and grabs Sam and gets her to safety! yes in hindsight something happening here is Very obvious but I've never played myself and never seen someone else let the timer run out, and my assumption was just that Sam would run anyway if the timer ran out
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When it comes to August, most of us would be standing completely still 💋😉
#henry cavill#august walker#august walker tache#king tache#daddy august#dom august#stand completely still#don't move#the endless possibilities 💋#august walker bde#walker bde#🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌🍆🍌
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Jaster Mereel
Characters: Jaster Mereel, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Additional Tags: Whumptober 2023, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mand'alor Jaster Mereel
Series: Part 10 of Whumptober 2023
Summary:
No. 21: “See the chains around my feet.”
Vows | Restraints | “Don’t move.”
While delving into a Jedi ruin, Jaster meets a most interesting being.
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FIC UPDATE: Meaning 5/7
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: none
Fandom: Merlin
Relationships: Merlin & Arthur, Merlin & Morgana
Characters: Merlin, Arthur, Morgana
Additional Tags: Whumptober, Whumptober 2023, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Torture, Hurt Merlin, Hurt Arthur Pendragon, Hurt Morgana, Merlin Needs a Hug, Merlin's Magic Revealed, Arthur Pendragon Finds Out About Merlin's Magic, Blood and Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Fate & Destiny, POV Alternating
Wordcount: 4k
Summary:
Merlin is abducted by Morgana for the second time, so it isn't all that abnormal. However, this instance will unravel much of his life as he knows it.
A coin cannot exist without two sides.
(Based on the Whumptober 2023 prompts on tumblr.)
Excerpt:
They run into bandits.
Of course they do.
Merlin had been half expecting it, really, due to their combined bad luck.
"Stay down," Arthur hisses at Merlin as he gently presses Merlin's shoulder to the ground before running off into the fray.
Merlin, as always, goes after him, albeit much slower this time around. He winces as he stumbles to his feet, leaning his weight against a nearby tree to wait out a bout of dizziness.
Once he gets ahold of himself, a few tree branches conveniently drop on unsuspecting heads. Merlin hides behind the tree he's leant against because even he isn't so much an idiot that he'd actually fight in this condition.
He can barely stay upright as is.
But his magic is as much a weapon as Arthur's sword is, so he makes do.
Arthur makes do too, until one precious moment in which he leaves his back undefended, too focused on the bandit in front of him and not noticing the one creeping up behind him.
Merlin does what he always does: he raises his hand and blasts the bandit away.
Arthur does what he doesn't usually do: he notices Merlin and his gesture and his presumably gold eyes.
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