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mlmxreader · 8 months

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Still There | Tommy Conlon x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Tommy Conlon: Hello, hello! I hope you're doing good 🖤. May I please ask for a little something using the following prompts for my sweet baby Tommy Conlon X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: “We still have each other”

summary: Tommy doesn't really know how to stop suffering in silence, but at least he knows that he isn't completely alone all the time.

tws: swearing, touch starvation

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As of late, Tommy had been through so fucking much that it was difficult to understand how he was coping with everything; he never spoke about it, he only continued to soldier on despite knowing that he didn't have to suffer in silence.

He never spoke about it, but he was suffering and you could see it in his eyes every time you caught his eye. You wanted to tell him that you were there, that you would not go anywhere or give up on him even when he thought you would. But when he walked in, huffing and puffing and refusing to meet your gaze, you knew that you could no longer cope with it.

‘Snuff’ by Slipknot was playing softly over the kitchen speakers, one of your songs, and usually, Tommy would have smiled. He liked to come home and find you playing your music as you went about doing whatever you could - cooking, cleaning, washing; the things he usually did if he was home.

But he didn’t smile, only dumped his workout bag by the door and kicked off his shoes before he settled on the stool at the breakfast bar; he wrung his hands together, biting and chewing at the inside of his top lip, gently pulling off bits of flesh as he sighed.

You looked at him with sympathy for a moment, wishing that he would tell you what was going on. You knew he didn’t want to talk, though, so you only made him a cup of coffee and looked at him fondly. With his voice a soft grumble, Tommy nodded at you and smiled softly.

“Thank you.”

You nodded back, licking your lips as you hummed softly. “No matter what’s going on right now, Tom, we still have each other - you still have me. Constantly.”

“I know,” he muttered, and even though he tried to hide it, you could still see the sadness in his eyes and how it even infected his voice.

You hummed again, turning away from him and heading over to the cupboard; you wanted to tell him more. You wanted to tell him that you cared and that you wished he would speak to you about what was going on, but you had a strong feeling that he didn’t want to. He just followed you like a lost puppy when you closed the cupboard and headed to the bedroom.

Waiting for you by the door as he watched you get one of his hoodies; usually he made a comment about such theft, but when you put it on and you made sure that the strings were the same length, he stayed quiet. Tommy really wasn’t himself, but given what he had been going through lately, you couldn’t say that he was wrong to.

You couldn’t say you felt anything but sorry that he thought he had to suffer alone. You didn’t think, getting in his face for a second before you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling his body flush to yours and letting him bury his face against the side of your neck; you smiled to yourself, gently rubbing his back.

Tommy clung on tightly, the fabric of his hoodie bunched in his fists between your shoulders as he held on as much as he could.

He sniffled, trying to wriggle closer despite knowing that he couldn’t, even if he tried; you weren’t surprised, Tommy rarely had any sort of physical affection unless it came from you, and your heart shattered every time you thought about it for more than two minutes.

You kept holding onto him, though, quietly shushing him as you rubbed his back a little more, wishing your heart didn’t break so much every time he clung onto you like that.

“It’s alright, Tom,” you whispered. “I got you, it’s alright.”

He nodded, pulling away as he cleared his throat, ashamed that he had shown any weakness at all; Tommy hated being vulnerable, but he knew that you understood he was working on it and he was really doing his best.

For the months he had been working on it, the hugs had gotten longer and longer every time. He didn’t need you to tell him you were proud of him for that - he already knew. So he coughed quietly, and hummed under his breath as he took a step back.

“You eaten anything yet?”

You shook your head, daring to flash him a reassuring smile. “I was waiting for you.”

Tommy nodded slowly, leading the way to the kitchen and gesturing for you to sit down; he wasn’t the best cook in the world, but he wasn’t the worst either, so you were quite happy to sit at the breakfast bar and watch as he pulled the ingredients from the cupboards and fridge one by one.

He didn’t need to say anything, you knew what he was doing; silently trying to show you that he did appreciate it, and he did really feel grateful for you being so understanding all the time. That he did care. That’s all Tommy was trying to do, show you that he really did care about you and that he wasn’t trying to push you away - he just wasn’t sure how to stop suffering in silence.

He knew he didn’t have to, but he wasn’t sure how to start opening up. He had spent so long keeping things to himself until they turned him bitter and cynical, cruel and angry - he had no idea how to let someone else share the burden with him.

But he was working on it, and he knew that you knew he was. Tommy tried his best with those things, even though he really didn’t know heads from tails and had no idea where to start with them; but he figured, the least that he could do was to show you that he cared.

So he turned your music up a little, ‘BDSK.exe’ by Bloodywood filling the kitchen. Tommy relaxed, knowing that it was still your music. He found his footing, he knew what he was doing.

Above all else, Tommy knew that you were still there.

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say-ulalalala · 10 months

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Warrior - Mai Ling | Another Side Of Her (character study)

Rating: T (tw for referenced character death)

Word count: 544

Summary: "That look in the eye changed completely, perhaps this is also a side of me"

— FLOWER, Jisoo

There are nights Mai Ling finds herself wide awake, and for a variety of reasons. It can either be: her guilt from ordering Ah Sahm's death, her alliance with the Fung Hai, or maybe just something else.

Mai Ling lets go of Li Yong's warm embrace as she gets up and goes to her dresser. Seated in front of her vanity, she reaches into a drawer and retrieves a petite notebook. She opens the notebook and reaches for a pen from the same drawer, closing it immediately afterward.

Whenever things get overwhelming, Mai Ling would usually just write down what's in her head in her notebook. Tonight seemed different though. A plethora of thoughts ran through her mind, and she couldn't seem to sort them out.

Instead, she rests her head on her hands as she sighs deeply. She looks at herself in her mirror, and tries to analyze herself.

Mai Ling wasn’t the same girl she was a few years ago when she was in China. She could see it in her eyes, that look inside them changed completely.

Perhaps this could also be a side of her?

The woman ponders at herself a little more as she begins to think about what she has done since she came to America.

Sure, she may have done what she had to do so she could never be that same helpless, abused, and abandoned girl she once was. At the same time, she wonders if all that she had done was worth it.

She may be free from her suffering, but it cost her so much - even the things that were dear to her heart. She lost everything that mattered to her - her brother, her father, and even her dear home.

Mai Ling then turns the notebook’s pages to reveal a couple pieces of rice paper, folded and tucked between the pages. She takes both of them, and unfolds one of them to reveal what looks to be a letter.

As she reads the text, tears slowly begin to fall from her eyes as she tries to process what she was reading. And then, a realization hit her. It was a letter that her younger self wrote, for her present self.

No, this was not how Mai Ling thought she would turn out. She is far from this.

Although she always imagined she’d end up here in America one day, this was not how she thought she would. She could have been anything, but this.

As she finishes reading the letter, she folds it back before tucking it between the pages and taking the other piece of folded paper. She unfolds it, to reveal a rough but artfully drawn sketch of her family.

It looked so perfect. Both her grandparents, parents, Ah Sahm, and herself - all in one frame. Oh, how Mai Ling wished it would still be the same today, just them living peacefully and happily in China.

Sometimes, Mai Ling asks herself, “What if things turned out differently? What if grandmother and grandfather didn’t die, mother didn’t leave us, and I didn’t have to marry Sun Yang?”

But as her mother used to tell her, “Things happen for a reason.” But what reason? That is the question.

A question left unanswered, until now.

Tags (for reach): @cleverqueenchild @bleep-blop-lizard-hop (please lmk via dms if you want to be untagged!!)

#tw referenced character death #warrior fic #character study #my fics

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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Paradise Circus - Chapter Twenty Four.

Y’all ready for FLUFFIEST OF FLUFF? ‘Cus that’s what you’re gon’ get! Thank you for being such a beautiful audience! The next chapter after this will see the story draw to a close, and I thank you all for investing in it the way that you have! <3

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty One Twenty Two Twenty Three

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,119

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. NO MINORS, PLEASE!

Lying in bed next to Cassie, Tommy hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep that night, tingling all over with happiness that Darla had reciprocated his love, but also, the weight of what he had to do in order to facilitate them being together weighing upon him heavily. It was a task he did not relish, having to break Cassie’s heart.

The poor thing, she’d wake soon and expect their day to go as they’d planned, heading out for breakfast, going to visit her mom and dad and then off to pick up Poppy from her father’s house and taking her to the movies. How different it would be to what she’d expected. He couldn’t lie there for a moment longer, slipping out of bed and grabbing a fresh set of clothes, heading for a shower.

While the water poured down over him, he thought of ways to explain it to her, how on earth he could end their relationship as gently as possible. There was no real way to minimise the damage he’d do, though, and it stung him deeply. He felt much trepidation, but acknowledged it was his own fault; he should have never started dating her in the first place. He had loved her, but his feelings had always been eclipsed by what he felt for Darla. It was most definitely all his fault, and he deserved to feel wretched for it.

Once out and dressed, he headed downstairs, making himself a coffee, playing back the previous evening, what had happened right where he stood.

“It’ll be worth it, to be with her. You just gotta own your shit, man.” he muttered to himself, opening the fridge and pulling out the overnight oats he’d made, thinking on it and then putting them back. He was too nervous to eat. Sitting down at the table, he sipped at his coffee, still trying to work out what the hell to say when he heard footsteps from overhead, his stomach turning over with nerves.

“Morning, baby!” Cassie greeted him with brightly, bending to give him a kiss, the very last she ever would. “How’d you sleep?”

“Not well,” he admitted, standing up, moving to where she was pouring her own coffee from the pot. The last she’d drink there.

“Really, how come?”

Taking a deep breath, he set his mug down, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tommy?” she questioned gently, wondering why it was her boyfriend looked so troubled.

“I’m sorry, Cassie. I’m so sorry, but I’m ending our relationship. I can’t be with you anymore. I’m so, so sorry.”

Watching her face, he saw her look stunned for a fraction of a second, before her features changed, flickering with something close to acknowledgement through her world of hurt.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” He nodded, confirming her fears as she began to cry. “You know, I always had it in the back of my head, that this would happen. I mean, you’re having a baby with her, for Christ's sakes! But I let myself fall in love with you, because I thought you loved me, and you never truly did, did you?”

All he wanted was to hug her, but he realised it was likely the last thing she needed. What he had to give her was honesty, no matter how brutal. “I did love you, Cassie. I just couldn’t ever be in love with you.”

“Because you’re in love with her.”

“Yes, and I need to admit it finally, before I make a huge mistake in continuing with you when I can’t give you everything you deserve. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am. I shouldn’t have pursued things with you, shouldn’t have tried to convince myself I could continue being happy with you when I knew damn well how I felt about Darla. And I was happy with you, please believe that, but it wasn’t right.”

She nodded through her tears, dying her eyes. “You’re not half as sorry as I am. And you’re right, you shouldn’t have!” she fumed, angriness rising up over her heartbreak. “Just tell me one thing. Did you ever cheat on me with her? Was something going on behind my back, or is this you just realising now that you can’t be without her?”

He took a breath, weighing up his options for a second. Truth. He had to go with truth. “I did. One time, a few months ago. It was last night that I realised she was the one I want to be with, though. I’m sorry, Cassie. I’m so fucking sorry I did this to you. You deserve so much better than a man who was only ever half here for you.”

“I do, you’re right. In telling me that, you just made leaving a whole lot easier for me.” She tore a path through the kitchen, her feet thumping on the stairs as she ran up them, every thud making his heart turn over sadly. She’d looked utterly devastated as he’d dealt her blow after blow, but he wasn’t about to lie to her to make it easier for himself. She deserved honesty.

He remained in the kitchen, pouring himself another coffee while she went up and down the stairs, carrying her things out to the car, coming into the kitchen to take the reusable grocery bags she’d stashed in the cupboard, taking the few things she’d left in there, going down into the basement and emptying her clothes from the dryer, coming back up and sweeping the living room and hallway before the front door slammed shut.

He sighed, rubbing his face, getting up to find her set of keys on the hallway table, where her candles had once sat. He was free, he should have been elated, but he wasn’t. He felt awful, absolutely churning inside for how much he’d hurt her, a lovely, truly beautiful woman inside and out, who hadn’t deserved to get caught up in the mess he had Darla had made in finally admitting their true feelings for one another.

Pulling on his jacket, he went upstairs and fetched his phone and keys, pulling on his boots and driving right over there. As soon as she opened her front door, he felt his heart spark, but he was far from okay.

“Aww, sexy mans. Do you need a hug?” Sexy mans. The first sweet pet name she’d ever called him. Again, his heart sparked.

“Oh yeah.” Closing the door behind him, he sank into her embrace. “Shit, that was rough.”

“I can imagine. The poor girl. How’d she take it?”

“She didn’t freak out at me, which kinda made it worse. I deserved for her to really let me have it for being such a shit, but she told me that a little part of her had always expected it, and that fucking killed me. Guilt, I guess, that she was right. She wanted to know if I’d cheated on her, so I told her the truth and that was it, she was outta there. Packed her stuff and left her keys on the table,” he explained, stroking her shoulder where her oversized sweater had slipped down, her soft skin comforting to him.

“I feel awful, I really do, but glad that you’re here. I love you so much,” she told him, nuzzling his cheek, his beard tickling her nose. He turned his head, kissing her lips, fingers stroking the side of her neck.

“I love you, too. It’s a damned good job you’re worth it, you know.”

She smiled, stroking his hair. “Well, would you look at us. We finally made it to the same page.”

“We did, baby. We did.” Baby, oh, how her heart fluttered happily, kissing him again before she sat down on the couch, propping cushions behind her, Tommy pulling her legs across his lap as he sat too. “Sore back?”

“Oh, big time! I need a bath badly, standing in a shower I can’t really fit into properly now isn’t quite the same.”

“Ahhh, now that I can help you with. Pack a few changes of clothes, come spend a few days at my place, where there’s a really big bed and a huge tub for you to occupy all you like.” That idea suited her down to the ground.

“Okay, but can we make a few stops first?”

“We sure can. What do you need?”

“Well, since it’s only 9am, I haven’t eaten breakfast yet, so that’d be good. Oh, and Lush! If I have a bath at my disposal, I want to buy some of their bath stuff!”

“Lush, is that the place in Ross Park mall that smells really fucking funky?”

“It is!” she confirmed, giggling at the way he crinkled his nose in mild disgust. “Oh, and can we stop and get doughnuts?”

“From that place all the way downtown that’s a bitch to get to?”

“Please?”

“Taking liberties with your boyfriend here, Darla.”

Her boyfriend. Her boyfriend. It sounded strange, to finally hear him refer to himself as that, but oh, how right it felt.

“I’m the mother of your child and I need my comforts!” she pointed out, prodding his shoulder with her freshly manicured finger. Since she was off work, she’d gone for glittery flowers rather than her usual, smart and professional nude colour or French tips.

“Point taken. Go on, then. Go get your big butt ready.” He teased receiving a slap for it after he’d helped her up.

“How dare you!”

“Big butt that I love, though.” He was quick to point out, giving it a smack as she walked past him, Darla squeaking with surprise. Once she’d wrestled her bump into a pair of maternity leggings, brushed her hair and put on a little makeup, she packed up her stuff and headed out to the car, mall bound. While walking down to the food court, she couldn’t help but keep giggling, something she noticed was a side effect of her wild pregnancy hormones, laughing so hard she actually began to cry, seemingly at nothing.

“What, what’s all this?” Tommy asked, perplexed.

“You held my hand.”

“That isn’t something new, though?”

“It is as my boyfriend.”

He shook his head, halting her, stroking her neck with his fingers. “You’re too fucking cute by far, cookie monster.” He smiled, kissing her, whispering that she was a dumbass, which had the desired effect in making her giggle. “Come on, let’s go get food.”

After they’d eaten, they took a slow tour around the stores, Darla slapping him periodically when he likened her pregnant waddle to that of a penguin. After that and a trip to pick up her beloved craving of doughnuts, they arrived back at his place, Darla heading straight upstairs to run her bath, while Tommy collected a huge pile of laundry, stripping the bed, sighing when he realised the linen had been Cassie’s choice. He felt wretched about it, having to break her heart in order to be true to himself and thusly facilitate his happiness.

“Hey, what’s up?” Darla asked as she came in, finding him sitting on the edge of the bed, the laundry at his feet.

“Ahhh, it’s nothing for you to worry about. I just feel really guilty about earlier, hurting Cassie like that. It had to happen, though. I couldn’t go another day, being without you.” Lifting his chin, she leaned to kiss him, knowing it was testament to what a fundamentally good guy he was, that even though he’d been the one to end things with Cassie, he hated that he’d hurt her. That kind of guilt spoke volumes.

“It’s a tough situation, that’s for sure. What can you do, though? You can’t beat yourself up forever. You just have to hope that she heals quickly from the hurt and expect she’s likely to resent you and the ground you walk upon for a long time. Come on, your girl needs help getting into the tub on account of the fact your son is playing havoc with her balance.”

He smiled, laughing softly as he stood, kissing her. She was right, what could he do? He’d done damage he couldn’t repair, so had to deal with the bad feeling it had left him with and simply carry on. He had the woman he loved, and would become a father in nine weeks. Any feelings of guilt had to be put aside, he realised, in order to welcome in the future that he’d always dreamed of, a family of his own.

Family. It was his first priority in the time that followed them getting together, he and Darla announcing it to their chosen family in their friends, visiting with hers and his, spending the day before Christmas Eve with Brendan, before driving over to Pittsburgh the day after, ready to spend the festive period with Nancy, Mike and Darla’s brothers. Them being together was a secret they decided to keep until arriving, being met warmly by Nancy at the front door. As it turned out, though, their chemistry was too palpable for surprises.

“You two, you’re... no! I mean... oh my god, you’re together, aren’t you?” she screeched, virtually deafening her daughter as she embraced them both.

“How on earth could you tell that, from looking at us for all of four seconds?” Darla exclaimed, closing the door behind them, her mother bear hugging Tommy in delight.

“That kind of happiness can’t be concealed! Oh, I’m thrilled for you both, this is perfect!” she further exclaimed, Ant appearing from the lounge to welcome them.

“Holy shit, bro, you’ve put on some serious stack! How’s it going, man? Great to see you again after so long!”

“Yeah, you can’t noogie me any longer, dude,” Tommy laughed as they greeted one another, being swiftly swept up in Gene and Luke emerging from the lounge to greet him as well, Nancy taking Darla’s hand and pulling her toward the kitchen.

“Tell me everything right now! Here, non-alcoholic fizz!” Handing over a freshly poured glass, Nancy took a seat at the island and patted the stool next to her, expectant to hear all about how it had finally happened, Darla hauling her bulk up and explaining it all. By the time she’d finished detailing their little moment in Tommy’s kitchen, Nancy was in tears.

“It’s so perfect, and so romantic, oh Jesus! Awww, now I’ve made you cry, too!” she exclaimed, flapping her hands before reaching for a handful of tissues to share between them.

Darla took deep breaths as she dabbed her eyes, her hormones as volatile as ever. “It doesn’t take much, believe me. Tommy brought me breakfast in bed yesterday morning and I cried at how cute it was. Then I laughed until I legitimately peed my pants a little later that morning when Meadow skidded on the freshly polished floor and landed face first in the armchair. I couldn’t breathe!”

“Oh my god, the pee thing! It’s when the baby is sitting right on your bladder, isn’t it? Your elder brother used to use mine as a bean bag, I swear!” Nancy confessed, Darla laughing hard.

“Right? I swear, he sticks his feet right on it and I have a maximum of a minute to get to the toilet or I’m bursting with the pee tingles!”

“I remember it well! Oh, buttercup. I’m so excited for you. You know, when you guys were here last, Meadow and I sat out on the porch chatting while you and Tommy were in the hammock, and we both said it, how great you looked together. I’m glad you overcame everything that was keeping you apart, I truly am. I think this is the greatest Christmas present you could have given me,” Nancy spoke earnestly, reaching to hug her daughter, elated.

It was a sweet moment for them both, one that was quickly shattered by the merriment that seemed to follow the Cooke brothers everywhere they went, this time Tommy included in the mix.

“This absolutely is not funny. Hell no, put me down!”

“Oh, now you want me to put you down? Shouldn’t have tried your luck then, huh?” Tommy told Gene, who he had across his shoulders, holding on around his thigh and arm, a struggling Gene unable to move.

“What did you do?” Darla asked her brother, her other two following them in, dying laughing.

“Tried to sweep his legs out, but it kinda didn’t work,” Gene confessed, hanging limp, making the whole scene even funnier.

“Yeah, that might not have been in your best interest, huh, Cobra Kai?” Luke teased, referencing the fact that Gene had recently begun taking Karate lessons.

“Maybe not, no. I got pinned and hauled, I’m man enough to admit it, your boy here has some serious skills. He can put you in your damned place when you act up,” Gene directed at Darla as he was finally put back down.

“Not while she’s pregnant, at least. Afterwards though, well...” Tommy trailed off, winking at her, Darla snorting in disgust. She knew he was right, though. Playfights in the past had always ended in her being pinned with minimal ease. He moved to her, kissing her cheek, resting his hand to her bump to feel his boy wriggling around happily, Darla feeling lit up inside. Being there, surrounded by the warmth of her family, happily in love with him, it was all she’d ever wanted.

“No, Gene. You need to pivot more off your back foot or you’ll have no power when you strike,” Tommy then spoke as Gene and Luke messed around, Luke moving at extreme speed around the other side of the island before Tommy got a chance to demonstrate.

“Absolutely not!” he exclaimed, Nancy getting down from her stool.

“No martial arts in the house! Out, go in the backyard. You have a nice layer of fresh snow to break your falls and none of my furniture!”

“I’m good,” Tommy stated, sitting down beside Darla, her brothers all going to pull on their boots before heading outside.

“Mostly in their thirties and they still go out to play. He’ll be in good hands with his uncles when he’s bigger,” she observed, stroking her belly as she leaned back against Tommy, groaning a little.

“Back ache?” she nodded in confirmation, his hands tenderly kneading the aching parts of her lower back a second later, Darla turning her head to kiss his cheek, Nancy beaming at the scene before getting up to continue with dinner preparations. Her children home, her husband shortly on his way, and her grandson’s arrival in the coming weeks.

It was a wonderful Christmas in the Cooke household that year.

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pocket-dragon · 5 months

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Durge murder aura detected

#Dusk is a smol bean and all i do is put them in situations #these two share a warriors bond #baldur's gate 3 #BG3 #baldurs gate 3 #lae'zel #tav #Durge #the dark urge #resist durge #they are trying their best #dusk #dnd #comic #u can actually read more about them on AO3 #im pintsizeddragon #which is to say you can read karlach/druge fics on my ao3

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shummthechumm · 11 months

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“she’s not dead!”

a silly scenario for my rewrite (more info under cut)

some silly au thoughts ive had for a while. in my rewrite dove and ivy are born around eclipse/long shadows, mainly because it gives the story plenty of room to foreshadow dove being a prophecy cat (instead of holly). this scene would take place inbetween sunrise & TFA

truly a "kids say the darndest things!!" except lion blaze is deeply unsettled by this infant playing into his denial over holly's death.

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trinitywc · 7 months

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Warrior Cats OC share! Share your OCs here

The Great Light is a fic about two warring Clans who are interrupted by a nuclear war and have to survive in the radioactive remains of their home

#rb with your fic or oc blog n a little summary for pple!!! fic comic whatever OC or canon : )#warrior cats #warrior cats ocs #warrior cats oc #the great light #waca has so much OC potential itll be cool to see what everyone shares #i saw the art train trend on twitter and like. why not here on tumblr :)))

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mizaruwu · 2 months

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"hey! give it back"

"I don't think you should keep using this"

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m5or · 1 month

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I love the fannon that Time calls Twi "Pup" as an affectionate, playful nickname and tease. continuing that train of thought.. I think that there is this golden opportunity when Time fully realizes that Twilight is his descendant by blood. The thought would cross his mind that possibly Twi is named after him, HIM. As of now, he is Link Sr, and I think that would be a soft spot for Time's heart. Link Sr has a Link Jr. Seeing as they use their shared name LINK for something that absolutely demands attention. Link Sr would call out "Link Jr" with the same energy as a parent saying your full name. Wind smugly "Oooh you're in trouble" I can believe that is how he told Malon that they have a descendant "Hey guess what, I am Link Sr now. Yes, we have a Jr, it's one of these boys. Guess which one it is".

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lovelooksgudonu · 3 months

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doodle avatrice from chapter 17 angels like you https://archiveofourown.org/works/52760176/chapters/135665764

#I fear how much I'm obsessing over this fic #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #ava x beatrice #warrior nun #angels like you

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sweeteastart · 2 months

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Warrior sketch from @linkeduniverse 🪻

#a friend explained to me a fic with major character death #didnt read but was still shattered #so drew Warrior to make me feel better because he is my boy™#posting it not even lined or colored 'cause i know I'll procrastinate on it for weeks #linked universe #loz link #the legend of zelda #warrior linked universe #loz #how to tag ?#lu warriors #sweeteastart

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orcusnoir · 6 months

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"You know what I hate?" The Champion asked to no one in particular as he watched over the slow boiling pot of stew.

"Uh... Not having enough spices?" The Captain asked from his seat at the table.

Wild gave a nod. "Not what I was going for, but yes."

"Then what do you hate, Champ?" Wars asked while glancing over to the Vet. Legend was currently trying to stack his fork and knife on top of each other to no avail.

"How do I put this?" Wild tapped his chin in thought.

"As bluntly as you can." Hyrule chimed in.

"Fair enough. Why are certain clothes locked to certain people? It's fucking cloth." Wild complained with a laugh.

At first Wars was going to chide Wild for the language, but... He just couldn't. Wild had a point here.

"FINALLY!" Wind's loud voice startled Wars a bit as the Sailor had been awfully quiet in his seat. "Tetra and I both hate that stupid shit. What do you mean I can't wear heels? I'm trying to feel tall, and Tetra hates heels, and so somebody has to wear them."

"Tell me about it." Wild started. "Zelda let me try on one of her old royal dresses, don't ask how they survived a hundred years, and somebody had issues with that."

The Captain just laughed. Damn those social rules indeed. Wild in a dress wasn't something he was expecting to hear about today, but it was something that he could picture.

And the Champion would rock that dress.

"Heh, I've been thinking those rules were stupid since I knew they existed. So, since I was nine." Time joined the conversation. "I didn't even know what the big deal was back then."

"I'd ask how, but I'm afraid the answer would be too confusing." Twilight said.

"Oh, not at all, I was raised by forest spirits and a giant tree." The Old Man nonchalantly explained. "They didn't have concepts like "male" and "female." So imagine my confusion."

A claim that he made often but never elaborated on. Everyone, besides the Captain and Wind, thought it was a lie or a ruse.

Warriors just laughed, he couldn't help it.

"Oh little Mask and his insisting that he's a tree." Wars felt everyone's eyes turn to him.

Time laughed loudly. "You made that corporals life hell."

"I did not have time for that guy's bullshit. We are in the middle of a fucking war, if the kid says he's a tree then he's a fucking tree." Wars started to lose his composure from all of his laughing.

"What do you mean by "he's a tree"?" Sky asked while scratching his head.

"Again, I was raised by forest spirits." Time explain. "You lot, besides two, think this a lie. It's not."

"Time, your life profoundly confuses me." Sky said. "So they assigned you a tree?"

Time nodded.

"Instead of anything else?"

Another nod.

"Not like a boy tree? Just a tree?"

Another nod. "Two trees, to be exact. But yes."

"Two trees?"

"Maple and oak, to be exact."

Wars just watch the conversation with a grin. Oh, poor Sky. He must be feeling the same confusion that he and the Sailor had during the war.

"I feel so understood." Rulie said with the widest smile imaginable. "I'm just a Fae." He shrugged as the others turned to face him. "Not the legend kind of Fae. I was raised by Fairies."

"Well, now you can be a Fae tree. How lovely." Time stated with a laugh.

"What kinda tree?"

"Hmmm, you and the Captain both have the same one. Pine, and you can have maple too. As a treat."

"A Fae pine and maple tree. Nice."

"Are we just gonna brush over the fact that Wars already has a tree identity?" Legend asked.

"I do too!" Wind but in. "Take a guess, it's so obvious."

"Uh...Palm tree?" Twilight asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Correct!"

"What tree am I then?" Wild asked while seasoning a few cuts of meat.

"Willow." Time and Warriors both spoke at the same time.

"Damn, that was fast."

"You had this conversation before, hadn't you?" Sky asked while keeping his gaze locked to Wars. "So tell us our trees."

"Oh, alright, I'll try to remember all the specifics. It's been a while." Time laughed while tapping his fingers on the table.

"It all reminds me of the Minish. They have leaves instead of trees, though." Four, who had been quietly observing this whole time, finally spoke up.

"Oh, the Kokiri had leaves too. That's a whole other thing."

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu writing #lu time #lu twilight #lu sky #lu wind #lu wild #lu wars #lu warriors #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu chain #lu headcanons #queers them into oblivion #they might not have the terms but they've got the feelings #look me in the eyes and tell me that Time who was raised by a tree knew what a boy and a girl was #lu fic

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kikker-oma · 4 months

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Fanart based off of THIS AMAZING WHUMPTOBER FIC of @skyward-floored 's!! Please read it and it's sequel❤️

Warning: Blood, stabbing, character under control

#peggy you're an incredible writer and human!#i hope you enjoy❤️#I legit cant tell you how much I loved this fic #i made my housemate read it #and even though she knows nothing about LU #she said she hated you and loved you and that it was MARVELOUS hehe #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu fanart #lu legend #lu warriors #blood #stabbing

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say-ulalalala · 8 months

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Warrior - Mai Ling x Eliza Pendleton | Spicy Noodles

Rating: G (no warnings)

Word count: 334

Summary: Sometimes, a little heat is needed for a cold night like this. And for Eliza, she didn't think that spicy noodles were what her girlfriend meant.

A/N: got inspired to write this from two of my favorite things: monsoon season and spicy noodles!! <3

Also posted on AO3

Eliza giggles as she jumps on a small puddle of water, the splatter staining her white sneakers while her girlfriend Mai Ling playfully glares at her.

“What?” She asks, pouting.

“Nothing.”

Eliza then goes to Mai Ling’s left as she puts her arm around her girlfriend’s waist. Mai Ling returns the gesture, as they make their way on the street.

The quiet road had glistened with raindrops under the lampposts. Cold monsoon air embraced the two women, as Eliza leaned her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder.

As they pass by a convenience store, they exchange a look before they go inside. Eliza immediately heads to an aisle filled with instant noodles, scanning the shelves. Mai Ling does the same, before she picks out two cups of spicy noodles. She then goes to another aisle with triangular rice balls, as she takes two - one for her, and one for Eliza.

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“Why didn’t you tell me these are spicy spicy!” Eliza exclaims, the burning sensation igniting her tongue. Mai Ling laughs as her girlfriend struggles to eat her noodles.

“What? Don’t laugh at me,” the blonde continues, as she grabs her carton of banana milk, before she takes a sip.

“It’s not that spicy, you’ll be fine.”

Mai Ling continues eating, watching the woman in front of her. She smiles at her, before she unwraps her triangular rice ball and took a bite out of it.

“How do you eat this type of food so easily? I could never…” Eliza remarked.

The other woman smiled. “You’ll get used to it, don’t worry. Here’s a tip: don’t think too much about the spice. Also, just take small bites of your food.”

So Eliza does what Mai Ling said, as she slowly chews on her noodles, savoring the flavor. “So, how is it?”

“A bit better, I guess.”

Mai Ling smiles. As both of them continued eating, a light rain began to fall outside the window.

Sometimes, a little heat is needed for a cold night like this.

Tagging: @bleep-blop-lizard-hop @nyctophilic0vitnir (please lmk if you wanna be untagged)

#warrior fic #my fics #self indulgent #au: modern

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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Paradise Circus - Chapter Nineteen.

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 2,297

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. NO MINORS, PLEASE!

He took no time and gave no tease of the promise of his mouth between her legs, tongue flattening at her folds, tasting her hungrily with a long swipe as she wiggled, nails trailing his scalp, hissing with exclamation when he bathed her little bud in the slow incessancy of wet, languid circles. Oh, that was it. That was what she’d craved, the touch of a mouth, a man, the heat of someone against her. Him. All she’d wanted in her hormonally driven state was him.

The radiance he evoked melted down her spine to puddle at the fingers he slid into her, rubbing at her insides unrelentingly. What he gave was blinding, making little comets streak through her, the ecstasy conjured so intense, it was almost agonising. And they had to be silent, absolutely silent throughout. Thank heavens the new bed wasn’t squeaky, because Darla just knew she was about to be brutally pounded into it.

Tipping her head back, she panted softly, her feet resting up on the broad planes of his thick shoulders, feeling herself opened further by a third finger stretched into her heat, exploring the tight cavern with delicious thoroughness. Her back bent like a bowstring, a helpless cry pouring from her mouth as the fingers that circled, bottomed out and pulled back once more hit everything sensitive within.

With his fingers scraping against those nerves, his tongue beating wildly over her clit, he had her reeling, her hand fisted tight in his hair, the other gripping the sheets as she felt the synapses hitting like lightning bouncing, her release sudden and rending.

“Damn, that was quick,” he commented, turning to kiss her thigh.

She tried to form words through each ragged pant, failing, her inability to speak the cause of his soft laughter. “I think it’s the hormones, everything is amped up. But it’s you, too. Make no mistake. You always do ruin me.”

He continued to chuckle, kissing his way up her body, nudging his hardened cock at her soaking entrance and slipping in with ease. It was near crippling, just how good it felt for them both, being re-joined. She sighed in utter bliss at being filled, her walls stretched, tingling, the bliss pulsing through her already, her extreme sensitivity from being pregnant making for some powerful emotions to course through her, glimmers wracking her, her insides glowing with incandescence. It was more than perfect. It was utterly heavenly.

Lying beneath him, the chiselled mass of muscles, such a vast expanse of chest as he lowered himself to her, Darla felt overcome, swept up, eclipsed by him entirely, surrendered to whatever he wished to inflict as her mouth granted him the kisses he sought, powerful hands spreading her thighs wider as his cock began to rut her deep. He kept his weight on his forearms so as not to rest on her bump, before sitting back on his heels, pressing her legs down against the bed, his fingers stroking her inner thighs. Oh, how he’d missed being inside of her.

He fucked into her with hard, sharp snaps of his hips, pouring himself into her entirely, his hand stroking her neck as he kissed her with fervent desire, his groans thick, chest heaving, lost in the abyss that was her, the woman he shouldn’t be losing himself to, but happily let himself be. He sped up, the momentum making her gasp softly as he gave himself unrelentingly making him feel as if his very soul was smouldering.

Everything but everything faded into insignificance, but beneath the layers of turbo charged lust, he knew it was wrong.

He gave her unrelenting, plunging strokes, Darla laying little bites across this thick meat of his traps as his slippery cock dragged her tender walls with frictionless ease, hands locked at her hips as he prevented her from being shunted across the bed by each powerful thrust.

Just viewing him, glittering, stormy blue eyes, stubbly jaw, wide biceps that her hands clutched upon, his broad chest heaving, Darla feel drunk on him. Every last inch of his body was utter heavenly perfection, but none more so than the enormous phallus he keenly gave every last inch of to her, sating her craving for him and only him.

A mist of lust crept over her skin as she was repeatedly split wide around his girth, goosebumps prickling her flesh, nipples pebbling, his big hands chasing the flush as he watched her intently, so full of him, the breath knocked from her lungs when he moved to dagger her deeper, her summit breached, his cock evoking tingles to soar up her spine.

“Fuck.” He grunted, his voice all gravel, watching her soaking plush gloss his cock thickly as she moved against him with unfettered vigour, a flush of pleasure beginning to wind in her core, like a small tornado starting to whirl, her fingers flexing at his biceps as he moved with ardent purpose, chasing his release.

He had her softly shuddering, each stroke of his cock along such molten walls evoking shudders, the exquisite deepness of him filling and emptying her making pleasure burn through her veins, tingles soaring. The friction became tighter as she clamped upon him, Tommy fighting the hard clutch of her walls, gripping her waist and arrowing down harder, sending the waves of her release skittering through her.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Ohh!” It crashed in ceaseless waves, her would-be holler muffled by his mouth landing upon hers, nails grazing the linen beneath her as she shattered around him, shaking and panting, his own release utterly capsizing him with the severity. He hadn’t cum so hard in months.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.” Resting his head to hers, he nuzzled her cheek, looking pained suddenly, sighing. “But fuck, now I just got smacked hard by guilt. Ahhh, fuck! What the fuck have I done?”

He slipped from within her, lying on his back at her side, chest still rising and falling heavily as it washed over him, the guilt of cheating on Cassie. Darla didn’t have a clue what to say to him, but knew as he turned away from her that he likely didn’t want to hear anything at all. Silence was probably her best option.

“Tommy, don’t blame yourself solely. This was on both of us.” A few moments after her post-orgasmic cloudiness had cleared, she decided that yes, there were words that needed to be spoken.

“You have an excuse, you’re under hormonal, horny duress. I had none, I’m just a fucking shit of a man, content to cheat on his girlfriend because it was preferrable to controlling myself.”

“And it was one time. I don’t condone cheating, but we just lost our heads a little. It's been an emotional day, too, so there’s that as well. Try not to beat yourself up so much,” she continued, the awfulness now beginning to hit her as well. They shouldn’t have done it, but oh, it had felt so good! An encounter that can’t have lasted longer than fifteen minutes, and she was entirely satisfied. That was the power of Tommy’s fuck, she supposed.

“I think I’m gonna, regardless of anything else. It can’t happen again; I have to be better. We have to be better. But shit, it was great though, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, we do. And yes, it was. I think we should perhaps spend a little time apart once we’re home, just in case. Or at least until my horniness begins to fucking subside once more?”

“So, I’ll see you on the kid’s eighteenth then? Gotcha.” His joke cut any of the lingering awkwardness, sharing laughter, Tommy still feeling like the worst boyfriend in existence beneath it, though. “In seriousness, I think that’s a good plan, though.”

“It is, in the interests of any further lapses in self-control, because right now, you’re the forbidden fruit to me.”

“I’m the damned KFC you can’t eat, this one time aside.” More laughter followed, at likening himself to one of her pregnancy cravings.

“You are, though!” she agreed, glad he seemed to be mellowing a little. She didn’t want him to feel bad. Hell, he’d be kicking himself enough when he saw Cassie again, this much she knew. “Anyway, I came up here tired and after that, I’m exhausted. Night, night, my friend. Thank you for taking the edge off.”

“I’d say anytime, but I can’t.” He began, smiling thinly. “Sleep well, though. You too, little man.” He stroked her bump and turned over, his mind an absolute mess of freefalling thoughts, the guilt still swirling. All he had to do was return to Cassie’s arms and put some distance between himself and the unfaithful event, Darla too for a while, and all would be well.

He knew he was kidding himself, though.

The next morning, they planned to spend their last day taking Darla’s and Meadow’s mother’s out for lunch, Darla getting up early so she could spend a little time with her dad before he left to go and spend another day in his thriving restaurant, where there would be a line out the door come lunchtime, the many church goers of Pittsburgh choosing his establishment to eat at with their families after service.

Because of this early start, Darla slept for the majority of the journey home, Tommy and Meadow sharing the driving, dropping Darla off first when they arrived back before heading to hers.

“You look like you need coffee. Come on, I’ll even make you one from the fancy machine,” Meadow offered, taking her bag from the trunk.

“Sounds good, mouse.”

Once inside, she greeted her wife with a huge hug and kiss, Tommy poking his head round the lounge door to say hello before continuing to the kitchen, feeling as if he needed several drinks. “Fuck it, I can just leave my car here. It’s only two blocks.” he muttered, pulling a bottle of vodka from the fridge and pouring himself a shot.

“That coffee is very Russian. And cold.” Meadow noted, closing the door softly behind her and moving to the coffee machine, inserting a pot and switching it on.

“I needed it.”

She nodded, leaning back against the counter and folding her arms. “I sense you might need a few more, so leave the bottle out, it’s okay. If it oils you enough to talk over what’s bugging you, then I’m all for it. Leave your car here. You need a chat, don’t you?”

He nodded, sinking another shot.

“And I take it this is about Darla?”

Another nod.

“Jesus, Tommy. You need to make up your mind here, because this is your life! This isn’t a dress rehearsal, my friend,” she stated, Tommy sinking another shot as she poured out her coffee, figuring she’d be the only one partaking, since he looked entirely content with her bottle of Square One Organic.

“I had sex with her last night. I cheated on Cassie. It’s a fucking mess.”

“Oh, Christ,” she began, running a hand through her hair. “You were bad, to do that. If you want the sharp side of the truth, you shouldn’t have ever got with Cassie in the first place, because you know you’re using her to avoid the truth.”

“It makes sense with Cassie, though. I have so little in common with Darla, it doesn’t work, we don’t... ah, fuck!” He closed his eyes tightly, slumping back against the counter, Meadow feeling like she needed a shot of that vodka herself.

“You want to know what you have in common, huh? Each other. That’s what you have in common. All your differences, they’re small! You’ve both learned to communicate through them too, and surely having those differences keeps things interesting, right? When you’re getting along so well now, I just fail to see your fear! What, you really think things are that volatile beneath the surface that if you get together with her, all the hard work will be just thrown out of the window? Tommy, that would imply that the solid ground you’ve built upon isn’t solid at all. It doesn’t make sense!”

He remained silent, her words hitting him hard, because they were true.

“Tommy?” she exclaimed softly, gripping his arms gently. “Are you sure this is what you want? Really? To deny yourself the person who I think, I think has your heart? Because I don’t think it’s Cassie, really, if you’re honest. I think you adore her, and I get it, she’s such a lovely girl, but it’s always going to be Darla for you, isn’t it?”

He looked conflicted, and immediately she felt bad for pushing it, trying to make him face up to it, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. He knew she was coming from a good place, though, not wanting him to make a mistake. What she was making him face, though, it was scary, a step he wasn’t sure whether he was ready to take.

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

“Then go to her and tell her!”

“I can’t, I can’t fuck it up. I know everyone keeps telling me I’m not my father, but if I pursue something with Darla then I will be. I can’t take that risk, I can’t have that for my son, so I’m stuck. I’m fucking stuck, Meadow.”

He blinked, two tears running down his cheeks, sniffing heavily as Meadow hugged him more. She said nothing else, for no words needed to be said. Her friend just needed to be held. Anything else would follow, should he choose it to, should he wake up to the fact that him and Darla were perfect for one another, not because of common interests, not because of toxicity that no longer existed, but just because they were.

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