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sandflakedraws · 2 years
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shanalikeanna · 11 days
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"You did so good!" Guys....Chapter 13 of Solar Lunacy, it's got everything.
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bunnynoldo · 1 year
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acursedhalo · 9 months
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"I think some people noticed this in trailers and such, but Clive speaks differently to Jill. A lot of the time, he has this particular persona, but he completely lets his guard down when he talks to Jill." - Ben Starr (Voice Actor for Clive Rosfield)
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eluvisen · 10 days
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lorax-ascending · 3 months
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Swag and Rocky + Christmas for @akayralylegacy , merry Thneedmas!!
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doortotomorrow · 6 months
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OCTAVIA BLAKE : dnr
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gandalf-the-fool · 1 year
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curb-your-dog · 2 years
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we’re not like everybody else on this planet
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ex0rin · 1 year
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I remember all of them.
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skyloftian-nutcase · 11 months
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you wanted writing prompts, so consider-- Wars and Twilight, fatal injury version ("do you think I can keep the sword-" "youre bleeding out shut up")
Spirits above. No, no, no--
Twilight scrambled to Warriors, who was kneeling on the ground just beside the lizalfos he'd managed to finish off despite being skewered by it. They'd run into a horde of beasts on their own, and though they initially had been handling it with ease, the monsters had called for reinforcements and the situation had become dire quickly.
Sliding to his knees, the Ordonian caught his brother by the shoulder before the captain could collapse. Warriors was gasping for air, but somehow managed to flash a cheeky half smile. "That ended well."
"Captain--"
"Do you think I can keep the sword?"
"For the love of Ordona, you're bleeding out, shut up!" Twilight snapped as he desperately thought of what to do. The sword should remain where it was because pulling it would only make Warriors bleed faster. Twilight didn't have any potions, and Warriors' supplies were with Wind after the sailor had asked to look for something in his adventure pouch before they'd separated.
"It's all right," Warriors said, his mirth fading as he coughed and groaned. "I knew I'd go out like this. You live by the sword, you die by the sword. I... I'm at peace with this."
Twilight opened his mouth to protest and found he had nothing to say. This couldn't be happening. This was--this was so wrong, they weren't even in his era, his own people wouldn't be here, he--this wasn't right, this was stupid, there was no way his brother was going to die because they happened to be patrolling on their own and he couldn't defend him--
Warriors raised a trembling hand to cup his brother's cheek, a tired smile pulling at his lips. "I'm glad I don't have to die alone, though."
A sob tore out of Twilight then, and he placed his hand over the captain's, holding it there. The captain's smile grew warm, and he closed his eyes, his gasps growing more and more ragged.
Twilight's panic driven fixation on his brother's quickly deteriorating state was pierced by the sound of something rustling in the distance. He whipped his head around, tears trailing down his cheeks, rage and fear and desperation swirling in his chest and holding his voice hostage. When a silhouette formed and then turned into a familiar face, his words came out all at once.
"Help! Help, it's the captain, he's hurt badly, please--"
Time's eyes widened in surprise and horror at hearing his pup's pleas. He hurried over to them, already reaching for his pouch as he knelt on Warriors' other side.
"Pull it out," Time ordered brusquely, already pulling out a glowing bottle.
Twilight tried to argue, not wanting to hurt his brother, and Time repeated his order, more sharply than before. The rancher took a shaky breath, releasing the captain's hand as it fell limply from his hold. Then he wrapped his fingers around the hilt of the sword as Time held the captain tightly. A swift pull wrenched not only the blade, but a scream of pure agony out of Warriors, which was immediately harmonized with a gentle chiming of fairy magic. When the fairy had finished its job, Time pulled apart the tattered tunic to see that the wound was in fact gone.
Warriors whimpered, beginning to cry desperately. Time pulled him into a tight hug, burying the captain's face into his chest. He didn't move, and he didn't say anything to soothe the younger Link. Twilight watched the scene, emotionally spent beyond words, relieved and horrified and not sure how to process everything.
Warriors' sobs echoed in the air, and Twilight couldn't parse out of it was pain, relief, or anguish.
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snailcodedminis · 5 months
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Some more Zombicide guys! Someday I'll take actual nice pictures I swear
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babytarttdoodoo · 9 months
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for the mini fic prompt, could you do hurt/comfort where jamie hyperventilates and has a panic attack in mom city? and with keeley and roy to help him through it
Y’all really looked at the angst and h/c of the last one and went ‘yup’, huh? I love it.
Went back and forth on when in Mom City to place this but there is a good chunk of unaccounted for time in the episode where we know Jamie, Roy and Keeley were all together.
Thank you for the prompt and I hope you enjoy.
(Prompt Fill Masterpost)
They ended up in the hotel bar. It was hardly the most glamorous spot in the city and Jamie felt a bit like he should be doing more to show Roy and Keeley around his hometown.
The truth was, though, that he was still just bone-deep tired. He hadn’t missed the way Roy had eyed him assessingly before telling Keeley that Jamie wasn’t allowed cocktails and making a fuss about the team curfew.
Jamie was grateful for it. Not that he would ever admit it out loud.
So all three of them had retraced their steps back to the Hacienda and found a quiet corner that kept them mostly hidden from the view of other guests enjoying a nightcap. Roy had looked entirely too pleased with himself when he returned from the bar with a beer, something pink and foamy for Keeley, and a neon-coloured, sugary monstrosity of a mocktail that he set down in front of Jamie.
The umbrella in it was a nice touch.
It drew out a bout of good natured teasing that it was easy to laugh at, to fall into a familiar rhythm with, but Jamie quickly resorted to quietly sipping his glorified fruit juice while Roy and Keeley (mostly Keeley) carried on the conversation around him.
Talking seemed like so much effort, right then.
Don’t get him wrong, seeing his mum had helped loads. It always did. She never judged him for anything and always understood what he was trying to say, regardless of whatever mixed metaphors he came up with to describe the mess in his head.
Just spending a bit of time with her had settled something in his chest that felt like it had rattled loose weeks ago.
But that feeling of dread that had dogged so many of his waking hours was still pulling at the back of his mind. It was with a sort of detached fascination that Jamie noticed his fingers shaking when he reached for his glass.
“Jamie?”
“Hmm?” He startled and looked up from the table to see Roy and Keeley staring right at him, twin expressions of pinched concern on their faces. Like a weird parody of those posters in his room. “Oh, er, sorry, Keels. Miles away.”
“You should get to bed.” Roy stated, frowning but not (Jamie thought) in an angry way. “We still need you tomorrow.”
Right.
“The crowd’s gonna hate you. And the person who’s gonna be booing the loudest in the crowd is your dad.”
Jamie stood abruptly, barely noticing the screech his chair made against the floor past the white noise suddenly rushing in his ears. He did notice the way concern shifted straight to fucking alarm across the table and stumbled over an apology.
“Sorry! Sorry, I’ll just go. Upstairs.” He swallowed and it made his stomach churn. Could you sweat on the inside of your mouth? It definitely felt like it. “Need me rest, don’t I?”
Roy was already getting up too. “Fuck, Jamie, I didn’t mean…”
“Stay for a bit? We’ll walk you up.” Keeley chimed in, looking at Jamie with big, liquid eyes and shit, he couldn’t handle any more of this.
He said something, he thought, but didn’t know or care if it made sense. He just shook his head and backed away quickly, keenly aware of the eyes on him as he made a beeline for the lobby.
Jamie shouldered open the door to the stairwell without making a conscious decision to take the stairs. It probably wasn’t a good idea - the shaking in his fingers had apparently spread and it felt like pins and needles were running up his legs. Everything about how he was feeling made the plushly carpeted steps seem horribly intimidating.
In the absence of a better option, he sank down to sit on them instead, clutching onto the wall and only barely aware of the short, sharp breaths he was pulling in. His chest felt like he’d been doing Roy’s sadistic suicide runs all day.
Funny, his vision swam when he did those too.
He closed his eyes against the nausea that swamped him as if a tide of awful was rushing over his head and just tried to breathe, to focus on the sound and rhythm of air sucked into his lungs instead of anything else.
The feeling of hands on him jolted through his body like a shockwave.
“No!” He flailed his arms in an effort to get away and pressed back against the wall, looking around wildly.
“Shit, shit, sorry love.” For a terrifying second, Jamie didn’t even recognise Keeley, too confused by her sudden appearance. She was perched on the stairs too, hands snatched back against her chest to keep from reaching out again. “It’s just us. You’re okay.”
“Oi, Tartt.” Oh, Roy was there too, crouching down to his level and fixing him with a remarkably steady look. Right now, that seemed like some sort of superpower. Roy Fucking Kent, eh?
“Look at me, alright? Deep breath in.” He gestured to his own expanding ribcage and Jamie found himself following along. Copying his coach like it was the most natural thing in the world. He blew air out through pursed lips and drew it back in again. And again. And again. His eyes stayed fixed on Roy’s face, latched on to that cool, collected calm.
Slowly, the rest of the world started to filter back in and Jamie had the presence of mind to realise how ridiculous this all was. He was cowering in a corner like a scared kid while the two people he’d idolised for at least a fucking decade coddled him. His face felt wet.
He scrubbed his hands roughly over his eyes and cheeks, shifting into a more comfortable seating position and feeling his ears and neck burn with shame.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.” Roy agreed, still watching him carefully. “Alright?”
Jamie nodded glumly then startled when Roy all but collapsed to sit on the floor below him. The calm of a moment ago had disappeared in the blink of an eye.
“Jesus Christ, don’t fucking do that again.” He practically snarled the words but didn’t actually look angry. He looked… something else. “Scared the shit out of me.”
Oh.
“Oh. Sorry.” Jamie offered weakly, baffled when Roy just shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Babe.” Keeley’s voice was quiet, tentative in a way he’d never really heard from her before. He turned to see that her eyes still looked huge, set in a paler than normal face. But she smiled at him. “Can I touch you now? Is that alright?”
That sounded fucking wonderful so Jamie nodded and went easily into her arms. She was tiny but he curled up to tuck his face against her shoulder, shivering when her fingers smoothed back his hair.
“That’s it, darling. We’ve got you. You’re gonna be okay.” She went on murmuring soft, nice little things to him as the shaking slowly left Jamie’s frame and he felt like his legs might support him again.
Eventually, he cleared his throat and sat back up straight. His eyes darted between them, seeing clearly now that they both looked properly terrible.
“... don’t suppose there’s any chance we can just forget that happened?” he tried hopefully. It did at least get a snort of laughter from Roy.
“Not a fucking hope in hell, you little prick.” He stood slowly, bracing a hand on the wall, and grimaced. “Ears.”
“What?” Jamie furrowed his brow in confusion when Keeley immediately slapped her hands over her ears. It quickly curdled into guilt when Roy reached down and viciously adjusted his knee with the worst cracking, squelching sound Jamie had ever heard. “Fucking hell, old man. What the fuck did you get on the floor for?”
Roy didn’t dignify that with an answer, just held out his hands to Jamie.
“C’mon, up. We’re not staying here all night.”
Jamie almost questioned what he meant by ‘we’, but just accepted the help instead and used Roy’s strong grip to pull himself back to standing.
Keeley followed his lead unaided and wrapped herself around Jamie’s arm, clearly intent on holding him for the foreseeable future. Or maybe she just thought he needed the extra support. That was valid.
Stairs were obviously not an option now, not with Roy wincing on every other step taken to show them back out into the lobby. Nevertheless, he hovered like a bodyguard, shielding the view of them both as much as he could with his own body until they reached the lift.
Keeley disentangled a hand to stab at the call button and they all herded into the small space like some bizarre conga line.
Jamie couldn’t even find it in himself to protest. Not when Keeley was soft and warm against his side, the smell of her perfume so achingly familiar. Not when Roy put a guiding hand to the small of his back and it drifted up to grip his shoulder once they were inside.
He found his voice, though, when Roy pressed the button for the eighth floor.
“I’m on six.” His suitcase was still sitting open on the bed, he thought, unpacked and lonely.
“My room’s bigger.” Roy told him gruffly, like that was any kind of answer, and made absolutely no move to change their destination.
Confused, Jamie let himself be led along to the room that Roy was apparently staying in and shuffled across the threshold. It actually was a bit nicer than his - that hardly seemed fair.
Keeley gently tugged him over the bed and sat him down. She smoothed back his hair again and it felt so nice.
“Do you need anything? I’m going to grab some of my stuff. I can go to your room too.”
Jamie scrunched up his face. It felt like he’d missed a whole conversation at some point. 
“You’re sleeping in here.” Roy told him, tone brooking no argument and Jamie turned to him in surprise. “So we can make sure you do actually fucking sleep.”
Sure enough, Roy was turning down the bedsheets and moving his own things around. Making room.
“Oh.” Jamie considered that. The thought of spending the night alone with Roy Kent in a hotel room brought up a lot of very complicated feelings. Except, it sounded like Keeley was planning to stick around as well, didn’t it? And the idea of staying like this for the rest of the night, bracketed between them with nice words and soft touches, was more comforting than he could bear.
“Alright then.”
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xoxoladyaz · 2 months
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Fem!Steddie AU where Eddie and the band burst onto the scene as an out and proud indie rock band a la The Last Dinner Party and Stevie Harrington - this world’s Taylor Swift - shortly comes out as bi and openly flirts/posts thirst traps to Eddie’s bands’ music and Eddie is having to eat her words about mainstream pop and then Eddie’s band opens for Stevie and its love at first sight and they get married SO FAST and live happily and musically ever after
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maxsix · 7 months
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narilwrites · 6 months
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more uncle Yamcha AU
you know originally this was a very angsty AU but then my friend derailed it with all sorts of cute headcanons so here is now wee Bulla causing chaos in the Frieza Force with her “Nannies”
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