#Secrets of the Trunk

[lilacpaperbird]

[nenoname]

wondering if we're gonna have stan learning the lesson ford learnt in tbob since it's made clear that stan is still hiding so much...

[archersartcorner]

Back in Far Harbor gang… I get they probably didn’t want to extend a cutscene where the player had no control out too long, but I do wish in the Acadia meeting that you can eavesdrop on they brought up Nick 😭 but they do Not so here’s me making up scenarios. The Usual. 😏

[jamiesfootball]

🔪🩳⛓️🛌🏼

Oh man, everyone remember this cool ask game that I did? Of course you do. It definitely wasn’t almost three months ago

Three sentences for each fic, with some extra in interest

Some general content warnings for guns, referenced captivity, referenced murder, and implied future claustrophobia. A lot of things being referenced or implied here, but nothing super graphic

Except the platonic cuddles, of course. Content warning for the homie feeling like home or whatever

🔪 - Jamie Murders Zava

Maybe he should just confess.

Problem was that the more he thought about it, the less he remembered about what happened. The bit leading up to it came clear and sharp, and the aftermath — moving the body, stuffing it in between the carjack and the emergency crowbar and an old bag of clothes Jamie didn’t remember putting there — all of that sprinkled in his mind like glass crushed underfoot. Barely noticed until he stepped on a stray bit, and then he was bleeding everywhere, lightheaded and tethered to his body by only the faintest wisp. Hard to remember he was a person when he couldn’t even remember what he’d been doing, what he’d done.

But Jamie had other memories like that. No one had ever noticed or called him out on it. He could probably figure out what he’d done when confronted with the evidence, couldn’t he?

Speaking of the evidence.

He waited for Goodman and O’Brien to pass. Pretended to check his phone. When the coast was clear, he popped the boot open. Closed it.

Dead as yesterday.

He’d call for an Uber.

🩳 - Locked in a Trunk

He waited for the lads in red and white to leave. Then he made his move.

The first trunk he checked was disappointingly full, but the second one he found was only halfway crammed with odds and ends. With one last glance over his shoulder, Jamie tucked himself inside. Taking care to be all quiet-like, he pulled the lid closed and grinned to himself in the resulting darkness.

These equipment trunks didn’t even have locks on them. Honestly, it was like asking for someone to break in.

He settled in, making himself cosy amidst the spare gear, and waited for the others to come and find him.

⛓️ - Muzzled

No.

Someone's standing over him.

Roy snaps his eyes open. A black hooded figure stares back.

A strangled noice curls from his throat. He tries to throw himself back, and hits human hands and human heat and a very human knee that digs into his back and pins him to the fucking bed.

Something cold and metal presses into his hair, flush against his scalp, and clicks.

"Good morning, Mr. Kent,” the hooded figure says in smooth, faintly accented English. “I am going to start by asking for your cooperation."

🛌🏼 - Secret Nap Club

He cracked open his eyes and groaned.

This was much worse.

This time it was Roy who’d crossed the equator line of pillows, crushed right over them so that he could spoon against Jamie’s back. His arms were tucked tight around his middle, crossed possessively over each other like he was afraid of someone stealing his teddy bear.

Meanwhile Jamie slept on, his arms flopped innocently over the edge of the bed, as far away from Roy’s side as he could get without rolling onto the floor. He inhaled in quiet, wheezy little breaths, dead to the world while Roy seethed into the crook of his neck.

Even his snoring was inoffensive. What a fucking prick.

From the looks of it, Jamie had done everything right this time. He’d even worn a T-shirt, a thinning grey scrap that did nothing to spare Roy from his sleep-warmed skin. Or the not completely inoffensive scent of body wash, which was a sort of mix between woodsy and citrusy. For some reason, it brought to mind his host family’s kitchen, and the box fern that used to hang in the window, catching the morning light while the kettle steamed under it.

God, this was the worst fucking start to his day.

He was so busy composing an argument in his head for why this was still Jamie’s fault that he lost track of time, his eyes slid shut, and he fell back asleep.

[umbrasdoodles]

For Fire Emblem Compendium's Secret Anna, I drew Lucina in Trunks' outfit at the request of GenmaTheSamurai . It was a fun exercise and I had fun making her look cool. 

[purekatastrophe]

[fictionadventurer]

There's a story here. I don't know what it is, but it fascinates me.

[imagionary]

(AU, as is most the ttcc art I post)

Into the wilderness once again; the meaning of the word 'defunct' unearthed

Robotic gore under cut

[spockvarietyhour]

Ohhhh, it's a safe cracker and a copier/printer! Take that Canon All-in-One!!

[royalreef]

(( What if I told you, in the redesign universe, unicorns are trunked deer-tapir-pig things with babirusa tusks.

[lavaa-baby]

Lmfaooo happy birthday Mike ✨🐍🦋

I’m fucking crying 😂😂😂😂😂

[pennyserenade]

this is frankie morales core and if any of you say that’s wrong, you’re lying. i know him personally 

[randyortonofficial]

desperately trying to find the balance at all times between humor, angst, fluff, and smut in chapter 52 of this candy slow burn

[jjspina]

Get your MG/PT kids reading again with Jemsbooks series for girls!

[periodicinspiration]

Trail Boardwalk

Tho’ a thousand sets of eyes have looked O’er hundreds of years this way trekked The mysterious loop ’round Cooper Island Among the skunk cabbage, foamflower, and turtlehead None yet have found ancient lost treasure Ne’ertheless, wide-eyed wanderers endeavor Scampering across raised boardwalk planks Ducking und’r bellies of mighty trunks Hoping to stumble ‘cross never before seen…

[companionwolf]

'worlds most pathetic friendly fucking dies' can describe many things re me inserting myself into delta green stuff