#Sneak peaks

[therealslimshakespeare]

I also think Lu turns into such a yapper around Benny which is so cute cause she’s shy

You’re really gonna make me show you the shitty thing I wrote today aren’t you? Because yapper Lu is real. And there’s so much more before this and they’re so dumb and it’s probs not even canon but I wanted to write them and this is before they’ve “caught feelings.” Yeah right

TWC sneak peak: Benny x Lu

When Benny turns his face to her she blushes hot even in the freshwater lake, he looks like he’s caught her at something she shouldn’t be doing, a chiding look of kindness but it reminds her she shouldn’t be treading water and staring at his face like she loves him. If only he could see himself. He’d understand it then. Anyone would.

It’s Benny. And it’s perfect and before he pulls his head up fully he lets himself sink a little and does a slow lazy flip in the water and she feels him tickle her foot on the way back up.

It’s much the same laying on the toasty flat limestone rocks on the lakeshore. Benny and her, burning their backs on the rock, tender bellies getting scorched by late afternoon sun, underwear drying out as crispy as the grass. He’s got his eyes closed again, lashes fanned out on freckling cheeks. And Lu is watching him once more and thinking how much she’d like to be a couple of lazy lizards with Benny.

She snickers at the thought.

“What’s that?” he hums.

Lu shakes her head, disbelieving that she’s about to embarrass herself like this but at least he still has his eyes closed, “I was thinking that we’re a pair of lizards.” And that she’d like to keep being a lizard with him and have a lizard family.

Benny doesn’t laugh at her, his nose crinkles in a mildly disgusted way but he looks like he’s gotta agree despite it all, she feels so fuzzy by that. “I think my back is gonna stay on the rock when I sit up.”

The clasps of her bra are digging into her spine but, otherwise it’s burning and fabulous and she wants to stay forever. The look on his face, lazily tilted towards hers on the rock with his eyes half masted and open, agrees so eloquently Lu wants to— she doesn’t know. So she settles with reaching out and resting her hand on the browned meat of his pretty shoulder. Benny’s eyes droop further and they chide her ever so gently for the fire it ignites in them both all at once, and Lu would love to be two lizards and stay here forever.

[whytheylosttheirminds]

home for the holidays - pt 2 sneak peak

part 2 of home for the holidays is coming together and should be out sometime this week, thank you for your patience!

🎄🎅❄️💋🎄🎅❄️💋🎄🎅❄️💋🎄🎅❄️💋

first 1.5k words of part two below the cut, ho ho ho!!

Somewhere between his house and yours it dawned on Rafe, much to his annoyance, that he had a big, stupid crush on you.

He tried everything to suppress it. He reminded himself that you didn't like him, that you probably thought you were better than him. He reminded himself how stupid it’d be to get attached to someone only a few months before graduation. 

Jesus, really man? He thought. She’s not your type, Rafe. She hates you. Be a fucking man and pull it together.

But it was the way you were perched in the driver’s seat, scooted all the way forward leaving no room between you and the wheel, smiling as you sand along to Mariah Carey. You looked so soft and cute, the sleeves of his hoodie slipping over your hands as they clutched the steering wheel.

Fuck, he definitely had a crush on you, and he hated having a crush. There was way too much room for rejection. This was one area in which he’d never really grown up, so he opted for his usual defense mechanism - pushing your buttons, like he was ten years old on the playground, pulling your pigtail just to get a reaction.

“So was I right about you not having many hookups in college?” He blurted out sometime during the third replay of All I Want for Christmas is You.

Your head snapped toward him, complete confusion and not even a smidge of amusement on your face.

“What the fuck?” You grumbled. “That’s kinda personal, actually.”

“I’m just saying, I’ve never seen you at parties, and you don’t seem to have a boyfriend. Four years is a long time…”

“Everything is about sex with you, huh? Some of us are actually in college to learn,” you scolded him. It was his intention to push you away, and yet the repulsion in your voice still stung.

“Alright, I’ll stop asking,” he conceded.

“Good,” you huffed, shoulders slumping a little.

He looked over at you every so often, determined to find a flaw, some blemish or ick that he could use as a dealbreaker. This plan backfired terribly, his eyes only discovering more pretty features and cute little mannerisms that made his stomach leap every time he looked at you. He felt like a moth, brainless and hopelessly drawn to the warm light of a lamp that was sure to zap him dead at the slightest touch.

After twenty minutes of freezing him out for his “no hookups” comment, you gasped and excitedly pointed out the first of many road signs for your hometown, your annoyance with him replaced with excitement as the signs advertised you were getting closer and closer to home. 

Then you finally gave him something to resent you for. After a remark about how excited you were to see your family, you looked over at him with big, kind eyes, nervously broaching the topic with a light touch on his arm, “I’m sorry about your family leaving you behind. That totally sucks.”

There was a softness in your tone that was so warm and inviting it made him want to jump out of the moving car. He knew he was fucked up for being mad that you were being nice, but he couldn’t help it, the tenderness in your gaze made him feel like a wounded puppy, and he hated your pity.

He pulled his arm away from your gentle fingers like they’d hurt him.

“I’m fine,” he snapped. “They didn’t leave me, it was just a miscommunication.”

You withdrew in more ways than one, pulling your hand back and falling awkwardly silent. Rafe kicked himself mentally, of course just when you’d started to come around to him, he pushed you away. Little did those girls in your dorm know, that was the true Rafe Cameron special.

“So, uh, you were saying something about presents for your brothers? How old are they?” He asked, praying he hadn’t made you shut down for good, trying to re-stoke the fires of the friendship you had been building since you offered for him to come home with you.

You were chewing on your nails, picking at the dead skin nervously. At his prompting you started to speak again, though a bit less enthusiastically than before he’d shut you down.

“Uhm, well,” you sat up a little. “There’s Luke, he’s sixteen. And then Reese is thirteen and Bennett is ten.”

“Fun ages,” he nodded, wincing at his cliché words.

“They are fun,” you nodded, a smile returning to your lips at the thought of your little brothers. The sight of you smiling again soothed the ache in his chest and he leaned back into his seat, full of relief.

“Luke is such a teenage boy, too cool for everything. I got him some Nike cleats because he plays football, he’ll pretend he doesn’t like them but I think he’ll wear them. And Reese is quieter, he’s always been a bit more sensitive. He wants to be a photographer, so I got him a vintage Polaroid camera. Benny was the easiest to shop for,” you smiled at the thought of your baby brother, Rafe could tell you had a special love for him. “I got him one of those giant gummy bears that comes in its own plastic case. It cost a fraction of what I spent on the other two but I guarantee you he’ll be the most excited.”

“I’m sure they’ll all like what you got them,” he assured you.

“They better, they cost me a whole paycheck,” you huffed, thinking of all the hours you’d worked slinging drinks at your college’s go-to student bar to pay for the presents that were currently sitting in your trunk.

“It’s better than what I got my sisters,” he reminded you with a laugh.

“Hey! I spent six whole dollars on those souvenirs!” You scolded him, smiling at the memory of the crappy little knick-knacks in the backseat.

“And I’m sure they’ll love them,” he agreed.

“What about your sisters? How old are they?” You asked.

Surely, you were just being polite, keeping the conversation going after he’d asked about your brothers. But he wanted nothing less than to talk about his family right now, the thought of them all hanging out at the Bahama house, completely forgetting that he existed, still stung fresh. He wondered if Sarah and Wheezie even asked his dad where he was, why he wasn’t on the plane. Maybe they were relieved to celebrate the holiday without him annoying them, he probably deserved it. 

“Hey, isn’t that your exit?” He pointed at the highway sign, advertising that the off ramp to your hometown was only half-a-mile away, trying to distract you from your question.

“Yes!” It worked, you sat up in your seat, excitedly pressing a little harder on the gas as you celebrated the proximity to home.

“Woah, slow down, I’d like to celebrate Christmas alive,” he joked as the needle on the speedometer climbed higher and higher.

“Oh shit sorry,” you giggled, pulling your foot back to slow down a little. “I’m just excited. It’s gonna be so cozy. My dad will have put a bunch of colored lights all over the front of the house, and the tree will be up, probably a fire going and Christmas music playing. I can’t wait to see them!”

His jealousy was almost debilitating. What must it be like to feel this excited to go home? To know what was waiting for you was going to bring you so much joy? He wanted what you had so badly, he was tempted to reach out and touch you just to see if he could absorb your happiness by osmosis.

The little town you called home was just as small as Rafe was picturing, if not more. Though, the tiny houses lining the main street were decked to the nines with Christmas decorations, so much merriment in such a tiny little hamlet. The further into the country you drove, green street signs giving way to rickety, hand-painted ones, the more he felt like he understood you.

You smiled at all the lights, body absolutely buzzing with each turn that brought you towards home. Finally, you turned on a long dirt road, past a field of horses Rafe recognized as the farm you said you grew up next to. Approaching a mailbox with your last name on it, your smile fell from your lips, eyebrows creasing as you turned onto the property.

At the end of the long driveway was a small little split level home Rafe surmised to be yours, only where he expected a display of twinkling christmas decor, there was only one single flickering porch light. If he hadn’t known better, he’d assume the family who lived here didn’t celebrate Christmas at all.

“What the hell?”

[roryoruser87871]

SNEAK PEAKS MY BROS

Sneak peaks..

Fucking god, WHY DID I START SO MANY PROJECTS AT THE SAME TIME-

I mean I don't mind but uhhh.. The question is still opened

[gomzdrawfr]

Tumblr folks get to see this first...a project of mine which I may, or may not finish it :]

It's gonna be based on a lil thread I did and im still wondering if I should do a full comic or mix it up with writings

(or if you dont feel like checking out twt, here's more ramblings [warning: angst and spiraling] below the cut)

the idea is that Soap gets injured and bed rest, to the point where weight loss and muscle loss is apparent

at one point his fingers got thinner too and when he wore the ring---

the rings that Johnny and Simon had a long long time ago, whispers and hushed tone exchanged during that moment the rings that are not just metal...the rings that signify them

it got loose on his ring finger

and it makes Soap spiral

Soap know that Ghost is still with him, sticking with him despite his circumstances But Soap knows that part of him is not the same man he was before

The injury did a number to him, having resort to bed rest most of the time and not being able to carry out things he used to do, which make him feel much less of himself

and those lines of thoughts can brew internally, diminished his self-esteem and whatnot, it builds up slowly

and it tips over when---

'thud'

the ring slipped off his finger one day

and all Johnny can hear or think is

im so weak that I can't even carry the weight of our promises...weakweakweakweak-

repeated over and over again

In short, Soap thinking he's not enough for Ghost because of his injury and current state :]

[stujet9rainshine-blog]

Manny hopped out of his jet, adrenaline still coursing through him as he spotted Danny climbing down from his own Talon. “You almost had me back there, almost,” Manny called out, smirking.

Danny rolled his eyes, walking over. “Yeah, yeah. You got lucky with that canyon move. I’m still faster on the straightaways.”

“Oh, is that right?” Manny asked, stepping closer, his grin widening. “You’re just mad because I won.”

Before Danny could respond, Manny lunged, playfully shoving him. Danny retaliated immediately, grabbing Manny’s arm and attempting to pull him into a headlock.

“You’re going down, Rivera!” Danny laughed, struggling to break free as Manny twisted out of his grasp.

“Not today, Fenton!” Manny countered, locking Danny in a loose headlock and playfully mussing his hair.

They scuffled like that for a moment, laughter ringing out across the tarmac.

Lieutenant Colonel Hawk stood a few feet away, arms crossed and an exasperated expression on her face. “I hate you two,” she muttered, though the faintest twitch of a smile betrayed her amusement. “Frankly, if you weren’t so damn talented, I wouldn’t even put up with this nonsense.”

Manny loosened his hold on Danny just enough to glance at her. “That sounds like you do like us, Lieutenant Colonel.”

“Don’t push your luck, Rivera,” Hawk warned, though her tone lacked any real bite.

Danny, now free, elbowed Manny in the ribs. “She’s probably just impressed you didn’t crash into me during the canyon run.”

Hawk sighed dramatically. “Dismissed, both of you. Get out of my sight before I make you run laps for fun.”

“Yes, ma’am!” the boys chimed in unison, saluting her with exaggerated precision before heading toward the barracks.

[rubyvhs]

sneak peak (Sam x reader x Jo)

I wish I could tell you what goes on inside my head but I’m not even sure, all I know is that Ive been crushing on Jo hardcore and I’m rewatching and fell in love with baby Sam so:

FULL FIC

Before she can answer, there's a knock on her door. Right. Sam. You should probably prepare yourself for Dean Winchester coming after you for sexual assault of his brother. You frown, a small hand on Jo’s shoulder before you kiss her cheek. “Wish me luck, or just not death.” 

You hear her laugh as you get the door and it squeezes your heart. When you open the large wood door, you, in fact, do not get a murderous Dean. Instead it’s a very needy Sam, that— to your absolute fucking surprise— pushes you inside, shuts the door then slams you against it (with his hand on the back of your head) so he’s kissing you. He’s kissing you.

Maybe you should slow down on the kissing today?

If you should slow down anytime soon, you won’t be the one to tell him, so you kiss back, your hands still in the air until you finally decide to thread them through his hair. He’s biting you bottom lip, pulling away slightly. And then a little more, and you don’t want it to end until it does and you’re breathing heavily against the door. “Why’d you leave?” 

You shrug, trying to pull him back down but he shakes his head, “nuh-uh, sweetheart, answers.”

The shrug was an answer. You’re about to say so before— right. Jo. She cough loudly, grabbing both of your attention and Sam looks back at her. You’re about to apologize when you look at him and notice the glint in his eyes seeing her standing there, probably imagining her watching the both of you. 

Maybe more than watching. No way he’d go for this but— “Jo, ‘m sorry, babe, can you come here for a second?” Sam pulls back from you completely but you hold on to his left arm so it’s still on your lower back, between it and the door. Jo obeys, taking her phone with her like she’s leaving. You should’ve probably asked before you told her to get involved. 

First time writing smut and I’m attempting a three way?😍😍 yea I’m like half way through it already I love them and actually need them so bad it isn’t even a joke anymore.

sexual assault was a JOKEEEE You’ll get it when I post it I swear to God.

[dawnchorus-if]

had to share a little snippet of the prologue to keep myself sane, i’m buzzing with excitement lol.

[webslingingslasher]

AMNESIA???? SUMMER CAMP?? TUTOR??????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YES!!!!

AMNESIA: READER HATES PETER, SHE BONKS HER HEAD AND THAT HATE TURNS TO LOVE. SHE'S CONVINCED HER AND PETER ARE DATING. HERE'S A BLURB:

“Peter, stop it.” You frown heavily, your chest feels tight. “I’m not trying to hurt your feelings, I just think you’re confused-” It’s panic, you don’t know why you’re here, you don’t know why you’re hurt and you don’t know why Peter’s lying. 

“I’m not confused! You’re my boyfriend!” You suck in air as your lower lip trembles, there’s an impending tantrum and you can’t stop it. “You’re my boyfriend and you’re being really mean!” A rush of tears, your face feels hot. Peter tries to calm you down, he’s using a gentle voice while delivering the same line. “I’m not, I promise I’m not.”

You’re disoriented, sore and scared. You need the comfort of your boyfriend but he’s playing keepaway. Peter says it one more time, you go ballistic. “You’re lying, you’re lying, you’re lying!”

--

SUMMER CAMP: FEATURING AN AU OF FRAT!PETER AND TROUBLE. THEY HOOKED UP AT SCHOOL, PETER WAS A JERK AND TROUBLE DISTANCED HERSELF. TURNS OUT THEY VOLUNTEERED AT THE SAME CAMP FOR THE SUMMER. HERE'S A BLURB:

“I’m surprised we didn’t get eaten by an alligator.” 

Peter snorts but you didn’t join in, he gives you a side eye and smirks. “Are you being serious?” You nod, alligators are no joke. “Trouble, there aren’t any alligators in this lake.” You don’t look appeased, “how do you know?” 

“Because we’re in New York.” 

“And? What about the singing alligator?” 

“You mean the crocodile?” 

“Even worse!” 

“You’re in luck. We’re not in Africa or Florida, you’re safe.” 

You circle back to Peter patching your leg up and bounce your shoulder off his. “I’m only safe when I’m with you.” You meant it as a joke but part of you thinks you might be serious, the look Peter gives you tells you that he picked up on that too. “Do you mean that?” 

“Maybe.” 

--

TUTOR: PETER PARKER IS ON THE VERGE OF GETTING KICKED OUT OF SCHOOL DUE TO HIS ABSENCES. TURNS OUT HE CAN SECURE A SPOT AT GRADUATION AS LONG AS HE HELPS A SECOND CHANCE STUDENT PASS THEIR STATE EXAM. EXCEPT THIS STUDENT HATES HIM AND LEARNING. HERE'S A BLURB:

Peter squished in an uncomfortable office chair that’s stiffer than a two by four to be lectured on how school isn’t an option and if he wanted to graduate he either never miss a day or class again or take up a part time tutor gig for the school. 

Talk about backed into a corner. 

“Who do I have to tutor?” It’s funny he’s asking like it actually matters, he has no other choice. He can’t promise to never miss school again but he can keep skating on the edge as long as he agrees to a few lessons. 

“Just a couple kids from the secondary program. It’ll be their second time taking the history CST and we want some good numbers, there’s a few other tutors with you so you’d most likely be working one on one with a student.” 

“Who’s the student?” There’s a reason the principal bypasses his question and Peter has a feeling it’s on purpose. He thinks they’re more difficult than any others, especially if he’s being tasked with a one on one. This isn’t a coincidence. “It doesn’t matter, does it, Mr. Parker?” 

“What if we don’t get along?” 

“You’re our best student. I think if you can get our worst to pass, we can revisit the number of absences you’re allowed in the quarter.” There isn’t a choice. He has to get along with them. 

All Peter has to do is get someone to pass a test and he’s smooth sailing for the rest of the year.

--

[the-amazing-digital-time-capsule]

Time Capsule Comic Sneak Peaks!

Sorry I have not been super active, I've been working on this comic plus I've been doing a couple smaller drawings for some friends as refreshers. However, starting tonight I'm going all in on this, so part one should be coming out soon! (Also part two is already in the works, so the time in between the two shouldn't be too long!)

[morningstargirl666]

WIP WEDNESDAY THURSDAY

I swear, I intended to get something done for wednesday but it never really works that way (don't come at me y'all). Also, since I'm rewriting tbbw at the mo, it's kinda the only wip I'm working on so most of the edits are focused around the siblings - not the klaroline.

However! Made some changes to one of the scenes where Klaus broods over Caroline and here we are, on this rare occasion, to see some of the changes I've made. Spoilers under the cut:

“You are in such a foul mood today.”

Klaus made a noise that might have been a growl. “If you hadn’t noticed, Esther is still out there no doubt plotting another way to kill me and my family. Not to mention my siblings are still bound together making us more vulnerable than ever. And now-” he ground out, hissing the words through his teeth, “I find out that a white oak of the same line as the tree that made us vampires might be out there somewhere in the world, waiting to be used to kill us.” Klaus glared dangerously at Sam, lip curled as he turned around to stare instead at the fire. “My mood is perfectly appropriate.”

“So…” Sam took another bite of his apple, slowly raising it to his mouth, eyes on Klaus, who was watching the sketches become devoured by flames, a brooding hand resting under his chin. As Sam chewed, he gestured to the fireplace with the apple core. “It has nothing to do with why you’re burning sketches of one Caroline Forbes?” he asked, perfectly innocent.

“I’m burning them because she means nothing to me,” he ground out through gritted teeth, refusing to turn and deign Sam with a glance. “She was a passing fancy, nothing more.”

Sam titled his head, squinting. “The wolf didn’t seem to think that.”

“My wolf is clearly defective,” Klaus spat, throwing a hand out, abandoning his attempt at a calm, contemplative stance.

“If you say so,” Sam muttered with raised brows, deliberately not looking at Klaus and instead focusing on his phone as he munched on his apple.

Klaus shook his head, glaring into the flames as he watched the sketches burn. Sam’s silence gnawed at him, making him twitch with the urge to explain himself.

It wasn’t long before he did. 

“I knew Esther was planning something, I knew she would betray us and I did nothing because I was distracted by a girl that leapt at the chance to attack my family the second opportunity arose,” he burst out, whirling on Sam. Mouth halfway to his apple, Sam froze, rather wide-eyed. Klaus continued on regardless, his words growing more vicious, poisoned with such vitriol, his lips curled into a snarl. “Kol got daggered because of her! The Salvatores nearly killed you - because of her,” he spat, emphasised with a pointed jab to the floor. Sam lowered his apple, cowered by the wild look in Klaus’ eye. The man in question laughed, a short huff of bitterness, gesturing to Sam angrily, inviting him to prove him wrong. “So please, tell me why I should entertain this infatuation any longer? When it has proved to be dangerous not only to my own sanity but also to the safety of this family.”

Sam didn’t say anything for a long moment, his appetite completely forgotten. Then, slowly, he looked up at Klaus, a certain defiance in his eye.

“She knew about the champagne, Nik,” he said softly. Immediately, the anger, the readiness for a fight - it all drained away, leaving Klaus feeling wrong-footed in the face of Sam’s pointed truths. “Granted, she didn’t know what spell was in the champagne; didn’t know you weren’t linked to your siblings… but she knew you hadn’t drunk it. And she didn’t tell her friends.” Sam smiled sadly, shrugging helplessly. “Maybe it is stupid. Maybe it is a mistake. But if it was me? Personally, I’d want to know why she didn’t betray you as much as you’d like to believe.”

Klaus forced himself to swallow. He quickly looked away, unable to keep looking at the expression on Sam’s face that seemed to see through him entirely, his words resonating loudly inside his mind. Heaving a sigh, Sam stood, throwing the apple core into the nearest wastebasket. He hesitated before leaving the room, gaze softening on Klaus, sympathy in his eyes. 

“Just because your parents didn’t love you, doesn’t mean no one else will,” he said. 

Then Sam left, not allowing him time to respond. Klaus glared at his back, hands clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. 

“Love is a vampire’s greatest weakness,” he ground out, calling after him.

Sam stopped in his tracks, slightly turning his head back towards Klaus. Then he smiled, and with one sentence, shattered a belief Klaus had closely courted for centuries. 

“Good thing you’re not a vampire then, isn’t it?”

And with that parting remark, Sam turned with a smirk and left the room, leaving Klaus wide-eyed, forced to contemplate over what he had said. In the dancing flames of the hearth, the sketches Klaus had thrown into the fire continued to burn, flames licking at their edges and crawling across the lines of charcoal and pencil, leaving nothing but ash behind. He looked down at the last sketch of Caroline he’d drawn: the first moment she stepped into his studio, eyes wide with awe as she craned her head to look up at the paintings hung around on the walls. Fingers reverently skimming over her face, he gently tugged the paper from the pad but didn’t throw it into the flames like the others, placing his sketchbook aside on the mantel almost with half a mind. Then, careful not to damage the soft lines of Caroline’s features, he folded the sketch tentatively in two and slipped it into his back pocket.

He told himself he would burn it later. He didn’t.

[onas-batlle]

sneak peak of the ona x lucy version! it’s friends to lovers rom com vibes 😘

[therealslimshakespeare]

I’m literally one ask away from giving a big ole sneak peak of you want. 💋

please!

Your wish is my joy. 🫶 Thanks again to those who asked about these babes! This is for a Nov-Dec of 1945, Nuremberg Germany.

Note: do yall recall that Rosie Rosenthal broke his nose during one of his crashes? Because i do. And you best believe im using that shit for softness and the hurt/comfort agenda 🌚

|| Nuremberg || (a TWC sneak peak)

Every morning she still wakes and finds them tangled together as is the new habit and Robert will stir and kiss her forehead and squeeze her shoulder and carefully pull his body away before she can feel anything remotely like desire, want, maleness. He gets up then and he often showers and Ida lays there and wonders. He will leave the shower, wet hair in ringlets and face flushed and looking just sleepy enough he needs that coffee he will inevitably make for the two of them and serve her in bed before she’s fully dragged her feet out of the covers.

Shortly before Hannukah begins, there is a morning unlike the others. He doesn’t kiss her, he doesn’t move away, and for a brief moment panicked excitement thrills through her as she concentrates on feeling, trying to feel any part of him beside her, until she hears a panting breath escape him.

She knows pain, she knows the sounds of it being ground out of a person, the sounds of it suppressed just enough not to wake another. She bolts upright before she can even recall that there’s no guards, no guns, no immediate reason for such a calamity. Yet she was right in instinct, Robert has his head turned into the pillow a terrible grimace on the side of his face that she can see.

“What is it?” she whispers in what she’s ashamed to recognize sounds a little closer to rage than panic.

He grits his teeth and his pretty pink lip snarls up along his teeth before he can form the words. “S’my neck. Head. Whole thing. Happens sometimes.”

She recalls the way he waved off an anecdote back at Thorpe Abbotts about breaking his neck in one of his crashes. Back in the saddle six weeks later, that was the focus of the story. Back in the saddle! Indomitable Rosie! The new boys had loved telling Colonel Brady about that one. Ida had wanted to ask if it still hurt, in the same way her pelvis ached for no reason at all.

She hadn’t then, it wasn’t hers to know.

She knew now. It happened sometimes. And it was awful, it would seem.

“From breaking it?” She asks now, clipped and very like an officer and it relieves her immensely to hear that voice come out of her mouth after months of disuse.

Rosie manages a hissed, “Yeah.”

“What helps?”

The stubborn man just winces his eyes shut and tries to shake his head only to cry out. “Nothin’.”

Ida makes a noise that is the anger incarnate given voice.

“It’ll pass.” he tries to molify even as he whines in agony.

“What makes it pass?” she demands, raking back the wildness of her morning hair and staring down at him with the oddest feeling in her gut, anger at his stubbornness, terror at his pain and a very new feeling of surety that she can fix this. No one can stop her, she can fix this.

Robert remains in agony and unhelpful. “I just lay here, Ida.” and his tone holds a request to be left alone, to be left to, in fact, lay there.

Ida glances at the clock and realizes work will not be happening with him laying here. Neither will relief in any timely manner. “Well that’s unsatisfactory.” she decides and carefully gets out of bed so she does not jostle him more than necessary.

Robert only answers the hasty noises of her toilet with moans and she bites her lip and resolves not to find them aggravating: she does so hate the sound of a man moaning, and she’s never had occasion to hear Robert at it. His seem very like all the others and her skin crawls from the sounds of it. Pain or pleasure, it matters nothing to her roiling stomach but she shoves it down and comes back out and places her hand on his crinkled cheek.

“I’m going to get you a hot pack. Then I’m going to tell the judge you’re calling off, then I’m getting a damn doctor with a muscle relaxant. Hold tight.”

She phones the office and finds that without her scalding supervision the secretaries are unhelpful. So after heating an actual warm water bottle and straddling it along his neck and kissing his forehead, she throws on her coat and takes to the streets to visit the court buildings personally and threaten them all into usefulness in his absence. Having accomplished this she sets out to track down the listed three army doctors she was informed might actually be continental despite the holidays. She finds two have indeed gone back to America, the third is continental but vacationing in Austria and a fourth she ferreted out herself refused to leave the army base for love of life or balls. Determined to make local inquiries after first rechecking on her felled husband, she encountered Captain Bauer on the steps again, a perceptive look in his eye at the sight of her crisp urgency.

“All well?” he asks her in his typical, immaculate English.

“My husband is ill.” she gives him that cursory civility.

“I am sorry to hear that.”

“Thank you.” while she digs for the key she ponders about asking him for a local recommendation but his rank sticks in her throat, a captain of the late forces, it’s irksome at best.

“Have you located a physician?” he asks her instead and Ida snaps her head up, giving him a sharp look. “Holidays- it is hard.” he amends, placating, it strikes her as a leading question.

“It is.” she agrees, stalled on her front stoop.

“I know.” he ventures, “I am one.”

She’s quite sure she snarls. It’s a freedom of expression that she has not learned to regovern. There’s something satisfying with the way it makes the man’s eyes drop instantly. “Are you.” she goads, suddenly back under the knife at Sagan German ethics and German medicine and German practicality robbing her of everything. Worse still, it feels like a betrayal to Jack to even speak with one. This doctor looks poorly chastened. Ida hates him for it but it’s the most she’s felt in awhile and it’s pleasant in its way. So is the crestfallen meekness she’s just elicited from him.

“Ja.” he answers her, nods down at the pavement, a shuffle in place of his once strong stance, the German word is not lost on her, all presence of friendliness somehow dissipated by her single expression.

“Are you offering your services?” she wonders herself if she’s asking only to throw it back in his face. She’s never been so unsure of her motive before.

“I would like-“ he casts about for a word and raises his eyes when he does not find it in the paving stones, “-to be of help. Neighbors and all. It is the holidays.” the way he adds the last part is so simple and plaintive she thinks if this man had been able to vocalize such a sentiment before, there’d have been no war at all. Her blood rushes and she feels close to fury.

She chooses to bite. “My husband is a Jew.” she has never had reason to say that before, it is always Rosie making the jokes and she has never cared. Not until now. “Will that be of any matter, captain?” she asks, daring him.

The shake of his head is violent, instant, closer to a shudder. “Nei- no. No. Not- no.”

Ida finds the fury leaching away. “Mm.” She looks him up and down and he is younger than he seems, only maybe in his mid thirties but worn down and graying, and he carries himself like a man recalling his defeat only recently: somehow it is more palatable than the crushed figures at the marketplace. “It’s an injury, his neck from a crash. I think a relaxant might be in order.” she watches him nod, meek and unassuming and it’s a wrong look for that strong Aryan jaw but it’s smart of him. “Have you any supplies?”

“I- yes, I do.” he insists. “The padre he- I help. He sends me patients.”

Ida turns her key, the door cracks open and she thinks worryingly of how long she’s left her husband. “Then bring them, please.” she steps over her threshold, “The supplies, not the patients. Ring the bell.”

[sunnytoonsproductions]

Y'all!! Look what am drawin' now!! >w<

Am finally drawing the class of 4000 characters!!! Ever since the few months after May, I finally started drawing them all!!! =^///w///^=

And this is a treat for Aaliyah @ducktopia90264 since I know she likes my muppets and class of 3000 counterparts, but even my shows in general =^////^=

And! I won't be goin' to school on monday since it's gonna be the Independence day of Bosnia =^.^= 🇧🇦🇧🇦🇧🇦🇧🇦

[roryoruser87871]

Sam's House sneak peaks #3

It's almost 5 in the morning and I feel like I'm gonna pass out uhhhhhhh yeeeeaaa Don't say up late guys

Through all the fears and pains gotta do the work, right? Also thanks for calming me down (perhaps unintentionally) in the last post I made. Surprisingly it actually helps huh

[clonefandomevents]

Haunted Clone Week Sneak Peaks!

We have decided to do, completely optional, sneak peaks for Haunted Clone Week! Starting October 1st and until October 16th, give us a bit of look into what we will see during the week. Short blurbs, a bit of an image, anything to drum up some excitement!

[savage-rhi]

Yo. Death Stranding fandom, have you seen this shit 👀🔥