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teehee happy sag season
#sagittarius#sagittarius season#astrology#astro community#astroblr#bdapublishing#book recs#bookblr#ice planet barbarians#outlander#bears protection#the dragons bride#indie author#indie books#rf kuang#arc of a scythe#pucking around#hockey romance#rule number five
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time travel au where liu qingge and shen qingqiu (yuan) end up accidentally traveling a decade back in time before luo binghe was amitted to qing jing peak and before shen qingqiu had his qi deviation, but after their generation has risen to peak lords.
which means, shen yuan realizes quickly, as they're accosted by said peak lords, that he will have to face shen jiu.
as they're being cleared for demonic energy and the likes, mu qingfang of course instantly detects the poison without a cure eating away at shen yuan's meridians. liu qingge pulls a copy of the treatment plan out of his sleeve (shen yuan blushes a bit, did liu qingge always keep that on hand?), and just like in the current timeline, they agree to keep it under wraps.
shen jiu tries various times to get a moment alone with shen yuan, but he never quite manages because liu qingge is there, who is also... nice?? to him?? for some reason?? shen jiu gets a bit flustered at the solemn politeness and skitters off.
it comes out pretty quickly that shen yuan has "memory loss", and thus can't remember anything that's currently taking place in this time. shen yuan expects scorn, hatred and disdain from shen jiu, expects to be grabbed and interrogated, to arouse suspicion.
but shen jiu looks....... sad???
being transported here threw shen yuan's qi off-balance (even liu qingge had to sit down, which means it's bad), and his cultivation is already so unstable, so when the peak lords are all squabbling and arguing and threatening and raising their voice, he can feel his body shut down. he sees yue qingyuan start to move towards him, which, knowing the future yue qingyuan, he really isn't up for right nowâbut before the sect leader can get to him someone else is at his back, transferring him qi, holding him up gently by his shoulders, then coaxing him up, leading him outside
shen yuan's been fed qi by every peak lord at least once. he doesn't recognize this one. that means it can only be one person.
he looks up. it's shen jiu.
and it's bizarre, getting fussed over by the scum villain, having gentle hands run along his back, his hair, that clear, soothing voice calming him down. and somehow shen jiu knows exactly what to do?? somehow it works perfectly on him?? it's almost as if shen jiu has known him his wholeâ
oh.
bodies, like homes, hold memories, even if the original occupants are no longer there. it's the milestone marks on the doorpost that chart a child's growth, blurry photographs faded by time, scuffed floors from well-walked paths, and tiny holes in the walls where pictures once hung.
shen jiu takes him to the bamboo house, pours him tea, and asks, calmly, what he remembers from their childhood.
it's not his childhood, so shen yuan doesn't actually remember anything, but the body he's in does. the memories it holds are emotional rather than visual; he remembers being alone, scared, and hungry. he remembers anger, pain. a dark room. loud voices. he remembers his heart skipping a beat when heavy boots stomp his way. the sound of a whip.
he doesn't have to lie. the memories aren't his own, and they're from long ago, which means shen jiu has them too. and, he supposes, this is his only chance to find out what really happened.
but shen jiu doesn't say anything about it. he just nods and stares, intensely. then he asks shen yuan if he remembers yue qingyuan. shen yuan says no, he doesn't. the conversation takes a very strange turn after that. shen yuan can't help but feel a little queasy when shen jiu asks him if yue qingyuan has taken advantage of his memory loss.
"has he come into your home? has he brought you gifts, sweets? does he invite you for tea? did you accept?"
he has. shen yuan doesn't know why that would be a problem, the sect leader has been nothing but kind and helpful and patient. and generous, too.
when he says yes shen jiu looks furious.
liu qingge (his one) comes to pick him up, and his time with shen jiu is cut short. somewhere he's glad, cuddling into liu qingge's back as he holds him while they fly. he feels a little bad for yue qingyuan, knowing he's probably caused a big fight, but it doesn't sit right with him. he wishes he knew what happened.
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liu qingge, meanwhile, is having the time of his life fighting himself. it's good practice!
#shen bros but its future and past but actually its shen jiu and shen yuan#shen jiu is angry that yue qingyuan keeps trying to get in knowing that sqq can't remember why they fell out btw#i love a protective shen jiu<3#hes still a hissy bitch to everyone else dont worry. i just think he should experience some self love#it would be a healing experience i think#to have him take care of a vulnerable version of himself#something something healing his inner kid#yue qingyuan tries to spoil the new xiao jiu too (he cant help it)#but shen jiu goes mama bear on him (growling biting mauling)#also shen yuan's closeness with liu qingge obvs starts a rumor that they're dating#so theres that too#svsss au#time travel au#svsss time travel au#shen yuan#shen jiu#shen qingqiu#liu qingge#yue qingyuan#shen bros#scum villain#scum villianâs self saving system
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by @/kristorey_ on twt. I got the artist's permission to repost.
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#bg3#art#halstarion#astarion#halsin#halsin x astarion#astarion x halsin#his bear is protecting him from cazador for real#memes
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ok ok ok last doodle for today but it was so important to me to draw these
#cass can grow a beak i just didn't want to draw it rn#she has varying degrees of harpy phases me thinks#is that because sometimes i would not want to draw bird legs? yeah#god the legs took me forever#anyways yeah#fav aunt and fan uncle duo#jason being protective of kids makes it even funnier when he's a big ass bear#jason: if you even look at my nephew ill kill you#dick: IM HIS DAD???#erinwantstowrite#ao3#ao3 fanfic#leap of faith ao3#peter parker#cassandra cain#jason todd#dick is there too#halloween au#halloween#doodles#harpy
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#Award Hugs
#I can't wait to keep adding to this#their hugs#love them#they deserve the world#protect them at all costs#the bear#ayo edebiri#jeremy allen white#sag awards#golden globes#critics choice#love#sydney x carmy#carmy x sydney#sydney adamu#carmy berzatto#hug#hugs#hugging
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Mama Bear
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Budd Doe caught pushing the payload on hightower. instead of accepting his ban, jumps directly into the enemy teams sentry nest.
#mine burden to bear#context: this post is in witness protection and I'm posting it on behalf of other parties
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The earth ghouls (Earth, Pebble, Ivy, Mountain) seeing Phantom right after he's been summoned, all scrawny and thin, and promptly digging a comfortable nest under the roots of an ancient tree where they shove him in and spend weeks cuddling and feeding him until he looks healthy again.
#their protective instinct went 'THIS GHOUL IS STARVED MUST DOT ON HIM'#they're mama bears#earth ghoul#pebble ghoul#ivy ghoul#mountain ghoul#phantom ghoul#nameless ghouls#the band ghost
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Prompt:
A whole ass zombie apocalypse wasnât something Jason thought heâd ever have to worry about.
Not that he has to worry about it now, either, considering he just got bit.
Everyone knows what you gotta do in these scenarios. Your loved ones will cry (âawe, Dickie, you do careâ), theyâll try to find a different way (âshut up Bruce. Even you canât concoct a cure in two hoursâ) and blame themselves (âfuck you, Timmers, I want you to know I died because you wanted that damn coffe!ââŚ. Yeah, he could have handled that one better in hindsight) and then, ultimately, theyâre gonna put a bullet in your brain. For the sake of the group.
And itâs fine, really. Better than turning into a mindless, flesh eating meat sack. He was ready. He got to say goodbye. Itâs fine.
Or it would have been fine, if any of those damn cowards had pulled the friggin trigger.
Now Jason is clinically semi-dead (donât ask him, he doesnât know how this shit works either) and still annoyingly in charge of his mental faculties while also harboring a rather concerning craving for human flesh.
Fuck.
#non traditional zombie au lol#prompts#the batfam couldnât bear to shoot Jason#and in this case it worked out alright#now Jason is trying to find his family again#and make sure they donât brain themselves by tripping over a rock#because obviously they canât be trusted with the simplest of survival things#like shooting the infected group member jfc heâs too old for this shit#or young#anyway Jason has to juggle being a zombie and discreetly protecting his family from afar#and maybe also give them some heart attacks by play acting like the actual zombies#because f u Dick this is exactly what would have happened if I didnât get the premium zombie upgrade!#jason todd#batfamily#dick grayson#bruce wayne#batfam#robin#red hood#tim drake#batman#Damian al ghul Damian wayne#Cassandra Cain#duke thomas#Stephanie brown#Alfred pennyworth
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Buddie + âWho did this?â
âWho did this?â Eddieâs voice is hard and icy in a way that's almost foreign to Buck. Almost, but not entirely. His eyes drop to where Eddieâs lips are pressed into a line, his jaw set, and memories of derailed trains and risky rescues and Abby flash in his mind.Â
Buck doesnât have time to focus too much on that, though, because Eddie's closing the distance between them and taking Buck's chin in his hands. Everything else fades away until thereâs nothing but the familiar warmth of Eddieâs gentle touch and the pleasant ache in Buckâs chest, the same one that blooms behind his ribs each time Eddieâs nearby.Â
Eddie touches him like he's something sacred, holds him like he's something precious.
âIââ Buck hesitates. Itâs not that he wants to hide anything from Eddie, he just⌠he doesnât want to worry him, is all.
Itâs bad enough he has a fresh bruise blooming across his jaw, blues and purples swimming beneath swollen skin. Swollen skin thatâs split in one spot, held together with a butterfly bandage that Hen insisted he actually needed, despite his protests and attempts at bargaining. Of course Eddieâs going to worry when he sees that.
And see that, he did. About three seconds after Buck walked through the door of Eddieâs houseâ no, not Eddieâs house. Their house. His lease on the loft had officially ended two weeks ago, but heâd been living at the Diaz house for the better part of the last four months, since the morning he woke up sleepy and cranky, grumbling about having to stop by the loft before their shift to get more clothes and Eddie had kissed the spot behind his ear and murmured, âWhat if you bring them all over?â
Buck had turned over in Eddieâs arms, suddenly wide awake. âE-Eddie.â
âBring them all,â Eddie had said, bringing a hand up and tracing Buckâs birthmark with gentle, reverent touches. âAnd all your shoes, too. And the frying pan Bobby got you for Christmas two years ago that you said you want to be buried with. And the books on your coffee table and that plant you keep killing and honestly? Your mattress. Itâs better than this one.â
âEddie,â Buck had breathed, unable to get anything else out past the lump that had suddenly appeared in his throat.Â
âBuck,â Eddie said simply. Buck would never tire of hearing his name on Eddieâs lips. âStay.â
And Buck did.
This isnât just Eddieâs house anymore, itâs their house. And a few minutes ago, when Buck got home, Eddie had come to the front door to greet him, just as he always did when he heard Buckâs key in the lock. He rounded the corner with a warm, easy smile, one that instantly fell the second his eyes landed on Buck. He had stepped forward, closing the distance between them and reaching for Buckâs bruised face with a gentle insistence that was still fond, even when laced in desperation.Â
Buck didnât want to worry him any more than he already had. Plus, really, thereâs nothing to worry about. Their last call of the shift had been to an overturned vehicle, and the driver was more than twice the legal limit and just as combative as he was plastered. Buck had tried to stop the guy from crawling out his windowâ Chim and Hen had wanted to get him on a backboardâ but it was no use. The guy was out of the car and stumbling towards Buck with a fury in his eyes, accusing him of being the one to call the police. Buck was halfway through denying that claim when a fist flew at his face, pain exploding from his jaw as he reeled back, stumbling to the side as his hand flew to his face. Â
Thereâs a fire burning in Eddieâs eyes, dark and protective. But more than that, thereâs a softness there, a gentleness hidden in the way Eddieâs eyebrows lift just slightly, his eyes wide and searching as he waits Buck out.
âBuck,â Eddie says finally, barely above a whisper. Itâs a plea more than anything.Â
Six years of knowing Eddie and six months of dating him and Buck still folds like a cheap suit when Eddie looks at him like that. âIt's nothing. Just a drunk idiot on our last call.â
Eddie makes a dissatisfied sound under his breath, running his fingers over the bruised skin with a touch so light and careful, it sets Buckâs heart on fire. âAnd this person was dealt with.â Itâs not a question so much as it is a statement, one that speaks to his trust in the rest of the 118. His faith in them to have Buck's back, especially when he can't be the one to do it himself.
Buck nods the best he can with his chin still in Eddieâs hands. âBobby,â he says, and itâs explanation enough. âAnd then Athena.âÂ
Eddie hums, and Buck can tell that while the answer satisfies him, itâs not enough to chase away all of the concern thatâs needling at him. Buck brings his hands up, curling his fingers around the warm skin of Eddieâs wrists. The steady beat of Eddieâs pulse beneath his fingertips is instantly grounding. And maybe just as much for Eddie, too, if the small sigh that falls from his lips is any indication.Â
âBaby,â Buck says softly. âItâs okay. Iâm okay.â
Eddieâs voice is small when he answers, quiet and resigned in a way that splits Buck open just as much as Eddieâs words do. âI wasnât there.â
Through no fault of his own. Christopher was running a fever the night before their shift started, and with Pepa out of town and Carla at Morongo again, Eddie had called out to stay home with him. Which he feels guilty about, if the resignation in his voice and the regret in his eyes are anything to go off of.
âYou were exactly where you needed to be,â Buck reminds him.Â
Eddie lets out a small sigh. âYeah,â he agrees. âDoesnât mean I hate it any less, though.â
Buck shrugs. âNever expected you would.â A small smile tugs at his lips, and he ignores the way that even the slight motion sends a fresh wave of pain radiating across his jaw. âChim says weâre âsickeningly codependent.ââÂ
���Maybe,â Eddie admits, his thumb ghosting over Buckâs bottom lip. His gaze skates from Buckâs eyes to his lips, then back up again. Buck can see the moment Eddie hesitates, can see the flash of trepidation in his eye.Â
âYouâre not going to hurt me,â Buck assures him. âIn fact,â he says, almost conspiratorially. âIt could be what heals me.â
Eddie hums, a smile playing on his face. âBetter give it a try, then.â
âGuess so.âÂ
Eddie finally, finally kisses him, and it may not patch Buckâs skin back together or undo the broken blood vessels, but it chases away every last bit of the pain. It ebbs away until thereâs nothing but Eddie. Nothing but the feel of Eddieâs fingers in his hair and Eddieâs lips on his, nothing but the way Eddie grins against Buckâs mouth and Buck feels good and right and whole. He feels like an unmoored ship whoâs anchorâs just hit the sand, no longer adrift. Steady. Grounded. Safe.Â
He feels like heâs home.Â
After all, he is.Â
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#prompt game#my writing#once again five sentences turned into over a thousand words#whoops#buddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buck and eddie#buck x eddie#buddie fic#protective eddie diaz#i am still sitting on so many of these prompts so if i didn't get to yours yet just bear with me!!#i want to say sorry about it but i'm not going to because SOMEONE#*pointed stare at princessfbi*#will yell at me if i do
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Echoâs world has gone decidedly⌠wobbly. Blurry. Fuzzy at the edges, and what-will-you-else. He canât feel his fingertips, is his first thought. Kriffing overdid it on the glowing green shots, is his second.
âHoly kriff, Echo, that manhole-cover underneath you is moving!â, Fives exclaims, third. Or more like slurs into Lt. Jesseâs shoulder, who is himself moaning indistinctly into the Captainâs pauldron, who is in turn swaying back and forth gesturing at Commander Cody.
And it really is - the manhole cover, that is, once Echo stumbles off it with a shriek. Jumping up into the now open air with sudden force, steadying and then scraping across paveme-
âAre those kriffing hands?!â
In an instant, seven highly drunk pairs of fists and one blaster, courtesy of Commander Cody (the only one present whoâs sober enough to be legally handling it) are aimed in a circle around the cover slowly being shuffled to the side, then the hands reaching up to palm at the edges of the hole -
- and are slowly being lowered again when two white-red painted helmets are heaved into view, along with chest-deep groaning and grunting. Two armored Corries collapse in a heap at Commander Codyâs feet, who stares down at them in open-mouthed shock.
Slowly, Echo blinks. Slowly, he raises a hand to snap his fingers in front of his face. No, still there. Slowly, Fives grabs for a piece of flank underneath his blacks and twists. Echo yelps, and slaps his hand away hard enough to hurt himself. âOI!â
âBâhave, boysâ, Captain Rex makes a brave attempt to slur out as he sways on his feet, still staring down at the trembling heap of armor at their feet. Whoa, Echo didnât know they had those kinds of funky armor designs in the Guard. Very avant-garde.
âThatâs blood, Eyâikaâ, says Appo.
Oh.
Slowly, Hardcase raises his right foot, inching towards-
âDonât even think about itâ, Commander Cody snaps, and Hardcaseâs foot whips back to the ground next to its companion. Fives chortles. âYeah, genius, those are Commander kamas - theyâd put you down in a second flat!â
âWhy would two Corrie Commanders go crawling out of holes in front of 79âs, huh, genius?!â, Hardcase retorts, somewhat justly, Echo feels. Next to him, Commander Cody frowns, and kneels carefully. âGood question, trooper. Fox, can you hear me? Foxâi-â
Which is when one of the bodies - Commander Fox, Echo realizes with a shudder, The Marshall Commander Fox - convulses on the ground, and an arm rears up to nail Cody face-first with the back of a hand, sending him sprawling back into the pavement with an undignified squawk.
âThornâ, the sad figure that is the highest decorated clone in existence groans, still faceplanted into pavement, âThorn, Iâm hallucinating Cody. Thorn, tell him to shut up.â
âShuddupâ, Commander Thorn heaves, loyally. Cody makes an affronted noise, braced back on his shebs. âSdubid Codeh.â
Commander Foxâs visor scrapes against the ground with his nod, a sound that sends the surrounding vodâe cringing. âYeah, you go, Thorn. Youâre my favorite.â A considering pause. âOh, kark. I need to call in medevac - Fox to Stabby, Fox to Stabby - the kriffing Narglatches are back on the lower levels.â
The Commanderâs comm crackles to life, as he heaves himself over with a punched-out moan - oh, yup, that dark patchâs definitely not paint, and are those teeth marks?! On plastoid??
âIâm going to wring Senator Hliiiâs neck, and then Iâm going to twist him into a human kriffing meat-lasso to catch every last one of his little pets withâ, sounds through Foxâs comm, who just hacks out a laughcough in response. âPinging your location now. Whereâs Thorn?â
âPrâsntâ, slurs Thorn.
âConcussedâ, adds Fox, âWe crawled out forty levels to behind 79âs, so no one would see us.â
Awkward silence follows.
âUh, about thatâ, begins Rex, only to be interrupted by a deep groan from Fox.
âOh, youâve got to be kriffing kidding me! As if Codyâs ugly mug wasnât - WHAT THE KRIFF ARE YOUR KRIFFING ARC KARKHEADS DOING IN MY HALLUCINATION, REX?!â
âShuddup, Rexâ, Thorn moans bravely.
#sw tcw#commander fox#commander thorn#commander cody#captain rex#tcw fives#tcw echo#tcw jesse#tcw hardcase#tcw kix#tcw appo#fox is very annoyed by the news that he miscalculated sewer exits by two alleys#âout of my way koteâ he says and drags thorn two alleys over#why didnât he kill the narglatches you wonder? so does cody#cody. cody. sweet cody. am i sentient? asks fox. no? are the narglatches classified as protected animals? yes? then what the kriff#do you think theyâll do to the non sentient military weapon that murdered a pack of protected creatures in the middle of coruscant?#good talk#NO screams cody HORRIBLE TALK ACTUALLY. VERY BAD NO GOOD HORRIBLE TALK#youâre delirious from blood loss fox. your vitals are concerning fox. pah. tell me something i donât know#i love you and am worried ahout you fox says cody#âŚ.motherkriffer whispers fox through tears#and thatâs how cody and rex fix coruscant once they get fox to a medbay with bacta and recover from âtheirâ hangover#stabby not only sends them foxs full unredacted medical file but also speederload of handcuffs and industrial rope#to keep him contained he says with a smile#rex and cody slowly inch back#thorn is fine donât worry <3#he does keep telling various people to shut up on the way to being fine tho#obi wan thinks itâs hilarious#anakin thinks itâs very confusing#no i donât know what this is either bear with me iâm not sleeping lmao
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Lil late Golden Duo for FNAFiversary yaaaay đ
#happy birthday crybaby and his emotional support demon!!! đĽł#there is no greater wrath than that of a pissed off little girl fr#i like to think she's one of those sassy mean little girls that hates boys but CC gets a pass cause he's âa wimpâ#so she protects him a lot#however I headcanon that the Malice is all CC. his pain and hatred towards his life and death fueled by Cass's sheer aggression#she's the bite and teeth but his trauma is the thorn in the bear's foot that makes the bear lash out to begin with#anyway.#happy birthday fnaf#fnaf 10th anniversary#fnaf 10 year anniversary#fnaf fanart#five nights at freddy's#five nights at freddy's anniversary#fnaf crying child#fnaf cc#fnaf cassidy#fnaf golden freddy#fnaf golden duo#golden duo#fredbear#bear king draws
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Probably a silly question but what does âbutches and bears protect whatâs theirsâ mean? :0
It isn't a silly question! The poll seems to indicate that only about 20% of respondents, at most, know the saying. I'm glad to explain & thank you for asking so nicely. :)
Historically speaking, butches and bears have often acted as community bouncers - protecting the community from external (and occasionally internal) threats. One of the other things I used to hear was that we didn't need cops at Pride because we have "butches and bears with baseball bats."
It is a statement both of our community protecting its own and policing its own, a more specific queer security rephrasing of "we take care of us." It's one of the reasons why one of my favorite pins is my @foxflightstudios Brass Knuckle Butch pin.
To be clear, because people have been kinda weird about this, this is a statement that's said, when it is said, by butches and bears about ourselves and with pride. The word "what" refers to groups of people and communities, which is why it is "what" and not "who," but if a butch or bear says it about you or a community with you are in, and that makes you uncomfortable, just, you know, ask to be excluded from that idea.
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Can't see why people say Andrew has Dad energy?
Andrew has Dad energy the same way Wymack has Dad energy.
#listen I thought we all agreed#Andrew is the mom friend#takes care of everyone#drives everyone around where they need to go#protective mama bear with knives#connect the dots people#all for the game#andrew minyard#david wymack
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#the bear#the bear fx#i love them you honor#faves#sydney x carmy#carmy x sydney#sydney x carmen#sydney adamu#carmen x sydney#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto#love#gif#gifs#gifset#jeremy allen white#ayo edebiri#their partnership is everything to me#protect them at all costs
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Ok letâs discuss partnership agreements for a quick second. I own a business and I have a partner. Itâs common and itâs necessary to have a partnership agreements. Itâs going to list the official profit share, how much time each partner is going to commit, what skill each partner brings to the business, and what factors are in place in case one partner wants to leave or dissolve the business. This is a very basic overview of a partnership agreement. Sydney needs this. It will legitimize her position as partner in the Bear. So Carmen extending this agreement to her is significant. He canât necessarily force her not to leave but they have to have a protocol in place in case she wants to. It could get sticky but not if they follow the agreement. Unless she doesnât sign itâŚ
Whatâs strange to me is him saying âSo I can push you and you can push me.â This makes me think he knows that heâs going to get toxic and he doesnât want her to just walk out like she did in review. Itâs like saying âfor better or worse.â And also tell me when Iâm fucking up because I donât want you to leave. I have it in writing how much you mean to me and this business. So neither one of us can just fuck off when the going gets tough. Signing this agreement would make her (both of them) contractually committed to working things out with him even when it (he) gets difficult. Thatâs still a spiritual marriage. A business is a marriage and a (legal) marriage is a business.
#Christopher I see what youâre doing#I hate to be the well actually fandom cousin but just a little insight#partnership agreements are normal and necessary#she could still leave itâd just be a process#I donât think sheâs going to sign immediately maybe not until the very end#a partnership agreement is a platonic marriage contract#Carmen knows heâs a mess and needs Sydney to choose him anyway#and really this contract is going to protect her from him because heâs the loose canon#I just love how gray and muddy and whatâs platonic and whatâs not continues to be a driving force#platonic and messy#sydcarmy#the Bear s3
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