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badsongpetey · 3 months

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redraw of prob my fav screenshot of Keith, breaks my heart every time. He just looks so lost... 🥺

#voltron #keith kogane #vld #fanart #vld keith #vld fanart #screenshot redraw #give him ALL THE HUGS #bom keith

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palfriendpatine66 · 1 year

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Over emotional 3am Star Wars realizations that I will now inflict upon you:

Obi-Wan’s “In my experience there’s no such thing as luck” isn’t just him trusting in the will of the Force but comes from our babe’s roots of fighting in a civil war with fellow child soldiers at the ripe old age of 13

#my 3am Star Wars thoughts #poor obi wan #my man #obi wan kenobi #give him all the hugs #Melida/Daan #star wars jedi apprentice #obsessed for life #star wars

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shameless-pug · 11 months

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Dream always looks like he's about to cry

quick everybody hug him

#the sandman #the sandman netflix #dream of the endless #give him all the hugs

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late-nite-scholar · 2 years

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Day 3- Confession/Curse

Prompts used: Both

@tes-summer-fest

Wordcount: ~1320

Warnings- implied violence (not described), mention of blood

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A deafening crash ripped us both out of sleep. I could hear growling and snarling just outside our door, and then the skittering of claws running over the stone floor getting further away. I turned to Farkas, our eyes meeting. I could see my own alarm mirrored in his. Without a word, we sprang out of bed. Our weapons sat close by, and we grabbed them as we ran past.

The door across from ours stood open. It hung askew, nearly torn from its hinges. The room inside was a mess, as if there’d been a fight. I knew that was exactly what had happened.

“Vilkas…” Farkas whispered beside me. “I don’t like this.”

“Me either. If he’s turned…”

“He must have lost control.” There. He’d said exactly what I’d feared. His jaw tightened. “We need to find him.”

Aela appeared beside us. She took one look and deduced the situation instantly. “You are going after him?”

I nodded. “Yes. Keep the others here, don’t let them come trying to help us. Until we know what we’re dealing with, I don’t want anyone else out there. I’m sorry to leave you with what will be endless questions.”

“I can handle it. You two go. And good luck.”

We only stopped to put on some boots, and then we were up the stairs, following out the open back door. As we stepped down into the training yard, we heard a howl from somewhere out beyond the city. Seeing no one else around, we quickly embraced the blood for ourselves. Sights and smells magnified, and as soon as my limbs had stopped twisting and rearranging, I leaped forward, following the trail that had now become obvious to my nose.

Farkas and I followed it. It stopped abruptly, moving up. He’d gone over the wall here. With one easy bound we were over, just as he’d done. Now on the ground and outside the city walls, we looked around. The trail picked up again in front of us, and we continued on.

It was a wild and erratic path. Over trees and through fields with no regard to terrain. My human side’s concern was still strong, and I could smell the same from Farkas. I turned to him, licking his face as I huffed gently. It’ll be okay, we’ll find him. He replied with a small whimper. I hope you’re right.

As we ran, the hills grew higher and covered with more trees. It didn’t impede us, but it made me realize how far afield we were. There was a hunter’s cabin not far from here, and that worried me. There were a lot of hunters staying there right now. They’d been kicked out of The Bannered Mare a week ago for being rowdy and I’d seen them trooping out of town on my way home.

As if on cue, we heard a roar up ahead. We looked at one another, and we both knew it was him. We began to run faster, full-out on all fours. Now we could hear human shouts amongst the howls. I was once again thankful the beast side didn’t feel fear. Instead, our heart beat with excitement. There was a fight to had! Our brother was there, and we would fight with him!

We burst out of the trees. There were already a couple of hunters down, torn to shreds. The rest were trying to surround the lean, black Wolf that frothed and snarled at them. As he turned, I saw an arrow protruding from his back. It filled me with white-hot rage, and Farkas and I both roared with it. They would dare harm my mate’s brother? We would end them for that!

The hunters turned, nearly in unison. There had to be a dozen of them. But a dozen men against three werewolves? Even they knew the odds were against them. They broke, and began to run. Farkas plowed into a group of them. The men began to scream, but those screams didn’t last long. When he stood again, blood dripped from claws and teeth.

I paid no attention to the fleeing hunters. Instead, I went to Vilkas’ side. He growled, tensing as I approached. But he saw that it was me, and his ears drooped as he gave a small whine. He folded in on himself, curling into a ball on the ground. I sat beside him, nuzzling him with my nose and licking his face and the top of his head. He leaned against me, and I put an arm over him.

Farkas joined us a few minutes later. But instead of sitting he yipped, pointing his nose outward. We should get out of here.

We followed a little creek away from the cabin and back into the trees. Eventually, we came to a small clearing. The little creek fed into a little pool, and we settled down at its edge. The stars reflected in the still water, and the grass grew thick and soft around it.

Vilkas curled on the ground again, but this time he began to change back to human. We did the same, almost without thinking. Farkas and I sat on either side of him, and I put my hand on his back.

“I’m going to pull out this arrow, and then I’m going to heal it.” I said. He nodded. It was a thin, un-barbed arrowhead and came out easily. My other hand pressed down, golden light streaming from it and into the wound.

Then it was done. Farkas and I pulled him into a hug, and he took this without resistance. And then he began to cry. Great, wracking sobs pulled their way up from deep inside him, forcing themselves out. He had a hold of one of my hands, clutching so tightly I thought my fingers would break. But I said nothing, only used my free hand to stroke his hair. Farkas was rubbing his back, muttering comforting nonsense.

We waited, letting him cry for as long as he needed to. Eventually, he lifted a tear-stained face and looked at us both.

“Thank you, both of you.”

“What happened?” Farkas asked softly.

“I have to confess, I…I’ve been fighting the blood for a while now. The call has been so strong, it’s been getting harder to ignore. But tonight, I couldn’t fight it any longer. It took over before I could stop it. I was at least able to get out of the city, but those hunters…” He shivered.

“Some of them got away.” Farkas patted his brother’s back again. “And they weren’t exactly friendly.”

“They still didn’t deserve it.” Vilkas turned to me. “Sister, do you still have the heads of the witches? The ones Kodlak asked you to kill?”

“Other than the one we used for him, yes. They’re still in that enchanted bag and everything.” I brushed his hair back from his face. “Do you want us to use one for you?”

“Yes. I can’t…I can’t keep this curse inside me any longer. I need to be free of it. Or it will keep doing this, and I will hurt people. I can’t let that happen.”

“And we won’t. We’ll go home and we’ll ready ourselves for the trip. The sooner we do this, the better.”

“Thank you, Sister.”

“And you’re not going alone. We’re both coming with you.” Farkas said, his tone leaving no room for argument. But there was none, and Vilkas hugged us both in turn.

The stars and moons lit our way as we came out of the trees and back onto the plain. We eventually found a road, and set our sights toward home. It would be a long walk back to Whiterun, and a longer journey after that. But as I looked over at Vilkas and saw the calm in his eyes and how he walked without every muscle tensed, I knew it was worth every mile.