#thank you for inspiring me!!

[missmouse43]

can you write a fanfic or oneshkt anout kiara getting hurt amd jj being protective of her

Jiara Ficlet #5

Word Prompt: Frantic (Read on AO3)

First off, I’m so flattered that you would even ask. I’ve never had someone send me a request before 🫣 As luck would have it, I just so happened to have the perfect word prompt for this.

Angst, Hurt/comfort, Protective JJ.

Mentions of blood and injury.

437 Words

I hope you like it 💖

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Finding Kiara face down on the ground and unconscious has to be the scariest moment of JJ's life.

He sprints towards her as fast as his legs can carry him, shouting her name in a blind panic, before collapsing on his knees at her side. As he pulls her into his arms, he's terrified of what he might see. He doesn't know the extent of her injuries or even if she was still alive.

The possibility turns his blood cold.

The first thing he notices is bright red oozing from a shallow gash on her left temple. The injury is reminiscent of JJ's run-in with the blunt end of a machete a few years ago. She's got some bruising on her face and right arm, perhaps from the fall, but other than that, externally, he couldn't locate any other injuries.

He cradles her limp body to his, shaky, unsure fingers lightly smacking her cheek, then growing in force the longer she doesn't react. "Kie, wake up! C'mon, you gotta wake up! Kiara!"

The fear constricts his chest like a vice, consuming every fibre of his being. The thought of living a single day without her is a fate worse than death. His fingers are still frantic as he searches for a pulse. Tears of relief flood his eyes when he finds one.

JJ chokes on a watery laugh before carefully brushing away the curls stuck to her forehead and pressing a kiss to her brow.

"You're okay. You're gonna be fine," he whispers, a reassurance more to himself than her. But saying the words out loud fills him with renewed vigor. Those treasure-hunting thugs were still hot on their trail, and JJ couldn't protect them both out in the open like this.

It was clear that one of their pursuers had knocked her out. If JJ had to make an educated guess, he'd say she'd been pistol-whipped. He's not sure why they let her live, and he doesn't care about their reasoning. All that matters now is getting her somewhere safe where he can treat her wound.

As carefully as he can, JJ hoists Kiara up into his arms bridal style and spins in place, surveying their surroundings and searching for any possible shelter.

His heart's beating so fast he's sure it's about to give up on him, but then Kiara begins to stir in his arms, her soft, groggy voice asking for him, and it grounds him. He touches his lips to her hairline, soothing her with a promise: "I got you, baby. I got you."

Seconds later, he spots their escape and takes off running.

@atomicbluebirdpost

[cloudyydraws]

UY! PHILIPPINES!!!! PHILIPPINES!!!!

[secretdazedragon]

something silly for season 3 bc i've been told my art was too on the writer's wall

[notsolonedesert]

siren ctimene…

Beeswax or not, what if Eury didn't take that encounter with the sirens very well

[nuheyenuh]

Against the current.

[wishfulsketching]

So what do you think made Silco’s little heart go doki doki for Vander? Cuz I keep picturing some creep grabbing his (non existent) ass and Vander having none of it. You know just show enough strength and protectiveness to be like ‘oh wait I wanna go mining in that’

I wanna go mining in that, absolutely perfect way to put it aksduhadsi. You know what, I had to indulge myself with this trope, why not!!!:

A little different scenario but the idea is the same. Silco would fall in love with the fact Vander is so safe and that Vander and him share the same kind of passion for the cause. And also brain go brr when big big man big arm punch enemies

[iwasbored777]

He's a feminist too 😍

Maria would've been so proud

[farfallasims]

Lot Recommendations | San Myshuno Edition 🌃

01. Lucio's Market by Rheya28 (30x30) | CC 02. The Green Ribbon by Cupid-Luv (30x20) | CC 03. Parc De Belleville by HoneyBella (64x64) | CC 04. Techo Azul by TheMintSimmer (40x30) | CC

Massive thank you to the builders! @rheya28 @cupid-luv @honeybellabuilds @themintsimmer

[tawnysoup]

HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY TO IN STARS AND TIME!!!

To celebrate, here's a frankly MASSIVE collection of unfinished and/or unposted fanart from over the past year that I've made, starting from all the way back when i first played the game in December last year <3

A whole year in sketches! Maybe you can see how my style changed over time? Tysm if you looked at all that, it means a lot that you enjoyed the art I was too shy to upload on its own!

And thank you everyone for such a spectacular year!!! I've loved meeting you all and getting to reignite my creative spark! What an incredible game and fandom!

[railwynn]

Bunnydoll brainrot incoming

Edit: The first image was an inspiration from a fic called " Things Worth Surviving For" by CanterburyBell. I just realized I misspelled it on the image jrndkso

[noodles-and-tea]

You’ve just got this real magic, capturing the sunshine summer of childhood in the tiny Pines twins. Like I am fully convinced I could show the overcast sky one of your pictures of Stanley and the sky would be like. Pack it up clouds, time to get back to the sun.

Ohh thank you :(((((

[brotato-chibs]

Bro gathering

[otaku553]

Fire (part 4)

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(Spade Pirate Sabo AU Masterpost)

We're finally here!!!!!! BABY'S FIRST FIRE FIST!!!!!

MASSIVE THANK YOU TO @where-does-the-heart-lie for writing the broad strokes of this 4 chapter arc!!!! it's been absolutely amazing having you as both a beta reader and a sounding board for comic ideas! thanks for being here since pretty much the very beginning :DDD

I've had this chapter sketched out since 2 months ago...... at long last it can see the day of light......

[serpentface]

The pylidaigh, a type of vampiric snow ghost, as imagined in folklore in and around the Highlands.

This is a ghost believed to come into being when a person dies in the snow and their body is not found before their soul (still trapped without its funeral rites) 'freezes' inside of it. The body then reanimates into a pylidaigh's twisted form. It looks like someone who slowly died of starvation, just a thin layer of flesh over bones. Its skin is as white as the snow itself, so pale it can blend seamlessly into a blizzard. Most of its body appears subtly stretched and lanky, save for its exceptionally unsubtle long, skinny arms, which drag on the ground behind it when it walks. After a big meal of blood, its belly swells like the abdomen of a tick.

A pylidaigh can only tread across snow and ice, and so doorways and windows are best kept clear of snowfall during the winter in order to prevent it from reaching inside. It mostly comes out to hunt during blizzards when there is little that can prevent it from catching its victims.

In spite of its fragile appearance, a pylidaigh is supernaturally strong, and can run at great speeds when it wants to. No mortal weapons can pierce its body, nor can any bonds known to craftsmen hold it in place. It is usually said that chains forged like iron but made out of ice can bind a pylidaigh and render it immobile, but this smithing technique remains tragically elusive to the average joe.

This ghost is either cast as a wildly dangerous but tragic figure, or one that is more simply malicious. In either case, it is described as experiencing nothing but bitter cold. It shivers endlessly. It retains distant memories of what it was to be alive, and it is motivated by a futile desperation to experience the feeling of warmth again.

In more sympathetic framings, it is described as using its freaky gibbon arms to capture its victims and pull them into an embrace, rather innocently trying to warm itself against their body. This inevitably fails, and the embrace becomes a bone crushing squeeze. When that too fails to warm the ghost, it rips out the person's throat and drinks their blood until the victim is as cold and drained as the pylidaigh itself.

In other cases, this more pitiable narrative of a ghost seeking warmth with no comprehension of its actions is discarded in favor of making it purely monstrous. Here it is a type of vampire with an insatiable thirst, practically a physical manifestation of the worst of winter itself. Some tales acknowledge both variants, suggesting a pylidaigh's violent attempts to warm itself may be initially devoid of malice, but turns into an act of furious jealousy of the warmth of the living after years of suffering.

The only (more or less) surefire method to permanently kill a roaming pylidaigh involves trapping it with fire. They are attracted to any source of heat, and will attempt to warm themselves with the flames (if not tempted away by a juicy living human body). The fire itself cannot kill them (as the sheer cold of their body is more powerful even than flame) but they can be trapped if kept near the fire long enough for the snow it depends upon to melt. This does not kill the pylidaigh either. The monster will remain in stuck in place (and potentially become a threat again if it snows more) for the duration of the winter. Only when the spring comes and all the snow melts does it revert into a normal human carcass (though mysteriously invulnerable to decay), at which point it can be cremated.

Pylidaigh in the wilds also revert to a human corpse during the snowless seasons, but will roam again each following winter unless it is burnt in the interim. It is of critical importance that any human corpse found in high mountain pasture is cremated- not only out of respect for the poor soul trapped as an earthbound ghost, but to prevent the threat of the possible dormant pylidaigh emerging next winter.

[queensqueercourt]

@punkitt-is-here cool to see you also have a program in your crt!! i don't think mine likes me though.

[soranker]

DEEP💥SPACE💥PLANET💥FUTURE💥GUN💥ACTION❗️