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auseyre · 26 days
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Prompt #8 Favorite Scene (again)
Reasons why this scene is amazing.
Porsche rubbing Kinn's back in comfort because Tankhun is genuinely pissed at him even while being incredibly dramatic and Kinn is feeling guilty and absolutely hates to upset his brother.
Not one, not two, but three trained bodyguards completely freaked the hell out and abandoned their charges(well, unless you count Porsche climbing on Kinn's back as some kind of protection) at the sight of "zombie" Pete.
That Yok is there. Tankhun feels close enough to Yok to include her and look, Yok is the first person in Tankhun's life that isn't either related to him or paid by his family in who knows how long, so that's a big deal.
Arm being upset that Tankhun told Pete's ghost to visit his dreams. The little flinch and "why?" look is hilarious.
The fond little face pat and smile that Kinn gives Pete when they realize he's alive, before he's literally knocked out of the way by Arme and Pol mobbing Pete.
The Pete mobbing. Porsche poking his arm to make sure he's really not a ghost before they all pile onto Pete's poor bruised body, my little gang together once more.
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hippolotamus · 22 days
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another installment of what I'm calling the cleopatra series. this time from Eddie's POV because I got in my Buddie feels. part 1 here 💙
late for the love of my life | 7x06 Coda | 912 words | G
“Hey, how was it?” Marisol wraps her arms around his waist, giving him a peck on the lips. 
Eddie barely suppresses the urge to flinch and turn away. Which is maybe a tad dramatic, except for the way it isn’t. Because the past 24 hours have held more than a few revelations. None of which Eddie is ready to share. 
Despite the layers of clothing between them, his skin tingles and crawls where she touches him. If he didn’t have years of experience being exposed to fluids, substances and people he didn’t want anywhere near him, he thinks he would have wrenched away from her by now. No, he definitely would have. But he’s a professional at hiding his personal reactions, both on and off the job. 
Yes, he’s made progress in therapy, but the instincts to hide himself, to put up walls and masks, are still easily activated. Handy for moments like now, when he can’t escape his girlfriend. Or when he has to smile big for the crowd and pretend the perpetual feelings for his best friend don’t exist when said best friend barrels back into the room all lovestruck and covered in soot from his boyfriend. 
“It was good. Really nice, actually.” That much is true. Because it was. Honestly, the whole hospital room chic was perfectly Maddie and Chim. 
“Nice?” She asks in a teasing tone, squeezing tighter and clinging to his torso like a koala. 
His breathing is acceptably even but the urge to peel her off, to tell her that she should probably go home because his heart rate is skyrocketing, his fingers and toes are tingling, and he’s beginning to feel claustrophobic is anything but. His built in panic mode suspects there isn’t enough Jell-o in the universe to undo this. Again, dramatic, but he thinks he’s within his rights to think so right now. 
“Yeah, I-” He pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezes his eyes shut and inhales as deeply as he can manage. “Y’know, I’m, uh, still feeling a little worse for wear from last night. I should-” He doesn’t even finish the sentence, just points vaguely in the direction of his bedroom. 
Marisol’s relaxed ‘welcome home’ look turns concerned as she furrows her brow and holds the back of her hand to his forehead. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stay? I should probably stay over in case you need–” 
“Really,” he interjects, backing out of her hold, “I’ll be fine. Just need to sleep it off, I think. You should go. Home. To your place.” Smooth, Diaz. “I mean, because I’ll probably be restless, y’know?”
“I can sleep on the cou-”
“No,” he says more forcefully than intended. He should be grateful she wants to stay and take care of him. He should. He is. But not the couch. Not… Buck’s bed. His place. Their place.
“Oh.” She takes a step back and he should probably feel worse about the way she looks so dejected. “I, um, I understand. Talk tomorrow?”
“Yeah, talk tomorrow.” 
Tomorrow when I’ve had a chance to reset. When the twin alcohol and love hangovers have hopefully, finally died off. When I’m not seeing an endless mental projection reel of reminders like Or, y’know, you could have mine. Then why are you in hospital jail? Stay with me, Buck. Him choking on blood. You saved him. Abby. His fiancee is Abby. Showoff. My blood on him. Hey, Buck. You think you’re expendable. They’re all dead. I, uh, misunderstood the assignment. Three minutes and seventeen seconds. She sees me. It was a date. 
The front door clicks in the latch and he immediately turns the deadbolt, noting how his pulse drops to a debatably more normal range. He wants to settle on the couch, under the covers in his bed, both and neither all at the same time. In the end he migrates to the kitchen, which really shouldn’t surprise him. 
He runs his fingers over the backs of the chairs, circling around until he’s standing between the table and main counter. Am I one of the things that makes you sad? So now am I allowed to ask how you are? But you do eventually - you process it? 
Eddie turns toward the fridge, drawn to Shannon’s photo. He plucks it from under the magnet, running his thumb over the glossy print. 
“Can never quite get my timing down, can I?” He huffs out a wet chuckle. “God, I wish you were here right now. I could really use someone to talk to.” 
If it wasn’t after midnight he would probably drive himself to the cemetery to sit on the stone bench. To talk to someone that can’t talk back but would nonetheless tell him what an idiot he is. To unfairly water her grave with tears shed because he always thinks he has more time. You might have noticed I almost died. Again. And then I thought, this is it. This is the last day of my life. We’re all going to die alone. That’s what she said to me and Hen. 
Truthfully he’s not sure who he’s thinking of more — Shannon or Buck — as he slides to the floor, still clutching her picture, beginning to sob and shake as the words I love you so much flash like a neon reminder of his poor timing. Does it really matter? Because either way he’s missed his chance. 
But I guess it’s your mess now. 
Part 3 (Buck's POV)
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whumpdoyoumean · 1 year
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jsmithcameronx · 1 year
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The Rorschach Test feat. J. Smith-Cameron:          -Phone sex: Overrated. It’s for slime puppies.          -Rupert Murdoch: He’s not as photogenic as Brian Cox.
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adealiz · 6 months
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Tempting the devil's tango
This is a piece for a DTYIS on Insta by Linuxvalorae 😋 Their reverse AU designs are scrumptious!
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itsinthesignature · 1 year
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that one underverse 0.4 scene
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distorsie · 9 months
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I just like him your honor
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simarcana · 1 year
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Stay dead, stay dead, stay dead you're dead and outta this world.
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midnightfire830 · 9 months
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Yay! Now it’s that time again where I show you my old AU ideas because I have Art block!!!!
This was my villain AU! I found this from like a 1 1/2 years ago in one of my old sketch books. Back before I did digital art work and didn’t really understand anatomy or clothes or anything. So excuse me while I go cringe at old art. TWT
I never did a whole lot with this, the farthest I got was making backstories for these character to be honest. Maybe a bit on how they got on the quest but that’s about it. Idk. TWT
I’m open to questions on this AU as with all my others. Ye ✌️
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kattythingz · 3 months
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“Hm? Ed? What is it?” Ed mumbled something above Ling’s head, resting his cheek there for a moment and warming the place like a sunspot. Ling made to lift his head to catch a glimpse of his boyfriend’s expression, but was stopped by a hand to his face, guiding it forward again. “Shut up, don’t look. Just...” A pause. The arms shifted to get comfortable around him. “Stay like this, for a minute.” Ling smiled. That was, he supposed, answer enough. He folded his legs on his seat to get comfortable as well. “Alright,” he hummed. “No looking.” He didn’t need to, anyway.
Position swap!
Sketch credit to @peachi-bug as usual
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hippolotamus · 9 months
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Thanks for the tag @tyfinn 💖
Today I wandered into my historical au WIP You’re where I wanna go, made myself cry, and now here we are. Snippet directly precedes this.
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I saw him today. Eddie. It was only from a distance, and I don’t believe he saw me. I hope he didn’t anyway, so his heart could remain intact. But perhaps it’s foolish to assume seeing me would cause him the same pain.
He looked well, even if not as I remember, wearing a three piece suit. He was not the man I knew. Not my Eddie.
I hardly thought it possible that I would ever see him again. We were so fortunate to meet once. To burn brightly and love with such an intensity. My life, my heart, my soul are all dark now in his absence. Like the death of a star. Perhaps we were always meant to be that way from the beginning, whether it’s how we wished or not. To explode and disperse, outshining the sun until our love was nothing more than glowing embers slowly smoldering to ash.
Even if that is our fate - to never cross paths again - I would happily do it all again and bear the pain a second time. For why else should we love if not to feel the stars exploding in our veins?
(I wish I could take credit for that last line but alas I totally borrowed it from a Pinterest meme). If you want more info send an ask or search the tag fic: you’re where I wanna go 😘
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whumpdoyoumean · 1 year
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Turns out, unsurprisingly, that lack of follow-up/care is a pretty universally hated thing! Since we have now established that it is the Worst, I'm curious what other whump sin people really can't stand-- before the writers have the chance to fade to black, put in a time jump, or otherwise forget the whump ever happened.
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cristallsnoww · 3 months
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sunghoon doodle 🌟
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Just me and 2Pac is all I need 🎶
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wordsofwilderness · 4 months
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Is it a bird? Is it a plane??
No, it's a new wip!
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(Imagine my/your Stede teaching my/your Izzy the fine things though. I am not saying they should be dating, but what if I was saying they should be dating?)
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