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I have the headcannon that, if everyting goes rigth and no one dies, they get back home and, acording to Curly and Anya, it wuld have happened a long time, enougth to be imposible to Anya to abort, but here is the thing, she has the baby and puts it into adopciĂłn, and finishes nursing school, Jimmy goes to pricion afther Anya and Curly report the thing that Jimmy did, eventually someone in Daisuke's family adopts the child, and Daisuke becomes a big cousing or uncle, Daisuke tells Anya abaut the kid sometimes and Anya is glad that the kid is fine. Swansea and Daisuke helped Anya and Curly trough theyr trauma and breack contanct with Jimmy and Swansea starts to see a new meaning in his life, goes with his wife and Childreen and helps Daisuke in finding a new purpose in his life.
Years latter Anya becomes a Doctor and keeps helping Curly into recovering. Prostetic legs and arms has been used for him and a new tipe of neuro-skin (a robotic-like tipe of subtance that resembles human Skin controles by the patient's neuronal activity, i invented it) just to help the captain out of his sufering, but Curly is doing better. Probably confesing to Anya in a really corny way and then they both getting married, but withaut childreen, for both of them traumas
Daisuke becomes the New mecanic of the New company that purchased Ponny Express and has a decent paychek, his family now calls him whenever something is brocken
Swansea retires later on and becomes a grumpy grandpa of a transgender girl, he wuld die for her, even thoug his wife died he is really keeping going on, Daisuke visits him some times, Curly and Anya lives nerby, so they ofthen pass by and salutate them some times when Anya takes Curly to a little walk
To Jimmy shit culdnât been worse, his family doesnât calls him and he breack contact with almost everyone he knew, he has been in pricion again for purchasing drugs and had also tried to sexually harras someone again, but we know him for not taking responsability, so he always said that he was inocent in every single time that he comited another crime, he never changed, he died oyt of an overdose and they only found out because his apartament room was stinking dead person
Curly was the only one to asist at his funeral, not to spit in his grave, even though he shuld, but to remember who was the person that he was friends with, or well, more likely the person who he though he was... who he wanted him to be
Welp this was my headcannon of what culd have happened to the Mounthwash cast
Hope you like it
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MORE THAN MY FAKE DATE : ìŽíŹìč
heeseung x f!reader warnings not fully proofread && 1090wc đ ⥠fluff, oneshot, fake dating, inspired by all the boys i've loved before âââ àšà§
THE CAFETERIA IS BUZZING, a blend of laughter, conversations, and the clatter of trays. you and heeseung are seated across from each other, a half-eaten plate of fries between you, but neither of you is really paying attention to the food.
âokay, letâs get this straight,â heeseung says, leaning forward, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. âno telling my mom about our ârelationship.â sheâs already on my case about finding a nice girl.â
you raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms. âdeal, but only if you promise not to make it too believable around my friends. yunjin has a tendency to make everything dramatic, and iâm not in the mood for her wedding-themed pinterest board to start filling up.â
heeseungâs laugh is warm, effortless, and for a moment, you forget the whole reason youâre sitting here, planning out a fake relationship. âpinterest boards aside, you really think iâd take it that far?â he teases. âiâm not that committed.â
you pick up a fry and wave it in the air before popping it into your mouth. âyou? committed? please. the day you take something seriously is the day pigs fly.â
heeseungâs eyes narrow playfully. âi take some things seriously.â
âlike what?â you challenge, tilting your head.
âlike making this fake relationship believable enough so we donât look stupid,â he retorts, leaning back in his chair, his grin broadening. âbesides, arenât you the one who came up with this whole plan?â
you roll your eyes, reaching for another fry. âoh, right. blame me. as if you werenât desperate to keep your ex from thinking youâre miserable.â
heeseung gasps, clutching his chest in mock horror. âwow, thatâs low. even for you.â
you shrug, a smile tugging at your lips. âjust telling it like it is.â
heeseung leans forward, his tone softening just a little. âokay, fine. back to the rules.â he pauses, eyes twinkling with mischief. ânumber one: no real feelings.â
your heart skips, but you hide it with a laugh. âduh. thatâs the whole point.â
âgood,â he says, tapping the table for emphasis. ânumber two: no kissing unless itâs absolutely necessary.â
âdefine âabsolutely necessary,ââ you retort, leaning in to mimic his serious expression. âbecause your definition might be skewed.â
heeseungâs ears turn pink, but he clears his throat. âyou know, like if weâre in public and everyoneâs watching. or if my ex just happens to be nearby.â
âyou mean like she is right now?â you ask, nodding subtly toward the far end of the cafeteria, where sheâs sitting with her friends.
heeseungâs jaw clenches, but he quickly recovers. âright. like now.â he shifts, and for a split second, thereâs hesitation in his eyes. âso⊠should we? you know. to sell it.â
your heart flutters, but you bite your lip, trying to seem unaffected. âmaybe just⊠hold my hand instead.â
he doesnât hesitate, his fingers slipping between yours, and suddenly, the entire cafeteria feels smaller. âbetter?â he asks, his voice quieter.
you nod, ignoring the warmth spreading through you. âyeah. way more convincing.â
heeseungâs grin returns, and itâs like the moment of seriousness never happened. âgood. because you know, i wouldnât want to make anything awkward.â
you groan, yanking your hand away. âugh, youâre the worst.â
he laughs, eyes crinkling. âadmit it. youâd be bored without me.â
âplease,â you scoff, but your smile gives you away. âiâd be thriving.â
heeseung nudges the plate of fries toward you. âsure, sure. keep telling yourself that.â
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heroes | percy jackson
አpercy jackson x daughter of hypnos! reader አwarnings: :) አwc: 692 pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 3 - pt 4 - pt 5 - pt 6
The days that followed were awkward. The trip back to camp was awkward. They didnât look at each other, didnât speak. They couldnât be in the same room for more than two minutes without her wanting to escape.
And it was entirely her fault.
She stepped into her cabin, wanting to fall into bed and sleep until the next day. Or, better yet, the day after âperhaps then she'd recover the naps she hadnât been able to take.Â
But, to her surprise, she wasnât alone.Â
There he was, lying on her bed. She could see he was in his pajamas, his hair messy and breathing so slowly it almost felt like he wasnât breathing at all. He seemed so at ease, so peaceful, so much like before.
She could only snap.
Tears welled up before she could hold them back, flowing faster and stronger than ever. Each drop hit the floor like a moment they might have shared, a word they could have said.Â
Her sobs must have roused the boy, who sat up in bed, a sleepy expression on his face as he stared at her. Her vision was too blurry and weak to see him clearly, but he appeared to be just as heartbroken as she was.Â
âI- I am so sorryâ Her words were shaky and barely coherent, but the boy understood them perfectly. He was sorry too.Â
She wanted a hug, sweet words, for him to wipe her tears away. Percy stayed where he was, trying to give her space.Â
"I fucked up everything. I was afraid when I realized how much I love you, and how much I need you, and I didnât know what to do." The tears kept flowing as she uttered the only words she didnât want to say. âWe can't be together, Percyâ
He was furious, frustrated, mad. He couldnât decide whether he wanted to push her away or pull her into his arms, whether he wanted to never speak to her again or kiss every inch of her body.Â
And though he wished things could go back to when she was just his best friend, the one sleeping beside him all day and unaware of his (and her own) feelings, he knew he had to give it another try.
âWhy not?â he dared to say, without taking her eyes off her trembling figure. "What makes you think that?"
âIâll be mean, and youâll get tired of meâ No. Percy couldnât believe what he was hearing. Getting tired of her?Â
Without her, something was missing, something was off.Â
He made his way toward her carefully, checking if she was okay with it. His hands traced her face, and he smiled without thinking as he felt her skin after so long.Â
âYou know that is not true. None of that bullshit it's true" She shook her head, and he nodded. She pouted, and he smiled. âWe love each other, and that's a fact.â
âNothing would keep us togetherâ she knew he understood; the others, their stupid opinions, her own insecuritiesâŠ
But was she being honest with herself? Was she really unwilling to give everything she had to spend the rest of her days with him?
âI donât believe that. We can tryâ
He didn't release her face as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
âWe could steal time.âÂ
A kiss on her cheek.
âJust for one day.âÂ
A kiss on her other cheek.
âPlease.â
Their noses brushed together, their breaths merged, and their bodies inched closer without even trying.
Their lips were so, so near.Â
And she nodded. Because she depended on him, she adored him, she hungered for him. She ached for him. Her body yearned and craved for his company, his hugs, his kisses, his touch.Â
She wanted him.Â
Without a second thought, their lips met in a soft, warm kiss. His hands pulled her closer as her fingers tangled in his hair. The world around them seemed to freeze, granting them more time, more peace.Â
And the kiss became desperate, raw, and yet somehow full of sweetness.
Every part of them connecting, as if they were finally where they belonged.
heroes >>>>> any other song IT FINALLY HAPPENED AAA I COULND' STAND WIRITING MORE ANGST maybe it's rushed because i NEEDED them to kiss but i don't care
#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson#percy jackson x you#fanfic#pjo x reader#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson x y/n#my writing#percy jackson imagines
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Charred Legacy: Chapter Thirty-Two
(AO3 counterpart here.)
Even a few nights after that conversation, Fireheartâs body felt lighter, like a massive stone had rolled off of his back and into the dark of the past. Goldenflower, happily, seemed more at ease too; she purred more and her voice warmed to summer-heat again.
The weather was generous, blessedly. Though clouds loomed overhead, they never dropped snow before sailing on past the Aulmir and Houses. Frost stubbornly clung to the trees and stones, but the ground very slowly drank the melting snow and made walking around easier. With the very slight rising of the forestâs temperature, prey curiously poked their heads out of their burrows, making hunting a little more successful than it had been for the rest of the month.
Fireheart and Cloudpaw came back home one night with a mouse and woodrat to their names. Cloudpaw near pranced along, his ginger tail curled over his back and draping its long, fluffy fur along his spine like a second coat. His woodrat was almost too big for him to carry, leaving him to drag it along by its neck as if it were a kitten.
Fireheart paused at the entrance of camp, dropping his mouse to gesture to Cloudpaw. âGo ahead inside. Iâm going to bring this to Bluestar.â
Cloudpaw nodded and continued on his way, nearly tripping on the woodratâs dangling tail. Fireheart watched him go affectionately before picking up the mouse again and trotting to the leaderâs den. The lichen curtain had not grown back from its charred state yet, he noticed.
He wrinkled his nose as he entered the den; the air stank of dirty fur and discarded, stale prey. It didnât take long to find the culprits: Bluestarâs fur stuck up stiffly where she was curled up and all around her shriveled-up nest of dry moss were small bones, sometimes with skin and meat still on them. Bluestar did not appear to notice this, or Fireheart himself. He set down the mouse and cleared his throat.
âBluestar?â he said, careful to speak quietly to not startle her.
The once-elegant head raised up and she looked around blearily. âWhoâŠwhâŠâ
âItâs Fireheart.â He used a paw to nudge the prey closer. âI brought you some dinner. Can you eat?â
She didnât answer him. Instead, she twisted around in her nest until she was facing him, but looking anywhere but his face. Her expression was oddly distressed as she stared around herself.
Fireheart tilted his head. âWhatâs wrong?â
âMosskit?â Bluestar kept turning her head this way and that, wobbling a little as she did. âWhere are you?â
âMosskit?â Fireheart echoed, confused, thenâ
Oh no.
âWhereâŠâ Bluestar looked to him, foggily frightened. âWhere is my Mosskit?â
Fireheart barely had time to recover, answering carefully, âMosskit is⊠in the nursery, withââ The Moss- I know is a tortoiseshell, and only mollies are tortoiseshells, right? Thatâs what Goldenflower told me once. ââwith her siblings. Sheâs sleeping right now. Theyâre being looked after while they rest. And while you rest.â
âOhâŠâ Bluestar settled. Even her ears lowered a bit. âI was worriedâŠâ
âYou donât have to be,â Fireheart said gently. He nudged the prey again. âWeâve got them taken care of. Here, why donât you eat? You need to keep up your strength for your kits.â
Bluestar mumbled something that Fireheart thought was, âYouâre right⊠youâre right.â She craned her skinny neck and picked up the mouse loosely, dragging it into her nest. She paused, then looked at Fireheart again. âWhen can I see them?â
Even you donât think you have authority anymore. Fireheart wanted to wail, but he held it together and replied cheerfully, âLetâs let them sleep for as long as they need, and then you can, okay?â
âOkay,â Bluestar said with almost kitlike sadness. She looked down at her mouse and half-heartedly pulled at the skin.
âPlease eat all of that mouse,â Fireheart said. He stepped forward and nosed her forehead. When she didnât respond, he held in a sigh and walked out of the den at a casual pace.
Once he was outside, he sprinted for the tunnel, hurrying through and only stopping once he was in camp and had to look around. He located Speckletail quickly; she was talking with Whitecloud near the elderâs den. Without a moment to waste, he rushed up to them, a few of his Clanmates looking at him with curious concern.
Speckletail, halfway through forming a word, stopped and looked at him. âAre you alright, Fireheart?â
âIâm fine,â Fireheart lied, his voice hushed. âListen, we have a problem.â
Whitecloud leaned his head a little forward in mild alarm, keeping his voice down too. âWhatâs going on?â
âItâs Bluestar.â Fireheart took a breath to soothe his urge to shake. âShe was just asking where her kits are.â
The response was a little delayed, then simultaneous. Speckletail closed her eyes slowly and sighed through her nose, pained. Whitecloudâs ears slid back and he lowered his head, his own eyes tightly shut in grief.
âWhatâŠâ Fireheart swallowed. âWhat do we do?â
Gradually, Speckletailâs eyes opened. Whitecloud lifted his head and the two looked at each other, silently conversing. Speckletail gave one small nod, unhappy.
âWe need to have a meeting with the whole Clan,â she said to Fireheart. âItâs time.â
Fireheart had the sudden urge to huddle on the ground like a kit, but all he said was a muted, âOkay.â
âSpeckletail!â
Every eye now turned to the camp entrance, where Dustpelt had just burst through, followed by Willowpelt and both of their apprentices. Thornpawâs fur stuck out in every direction, especially his neck-fur, and Brackenpaw looked like heâd seen a ghost.
Back to businessâSpeckletail approached them, brisk again. âWhatâs going on?â
âThe dogs!â Brackenpaw shouted, trembling. âTheyâre back!â
A wave of hisses and gasps spread out through the clearing, the apprentice the centerpoint. Willowpelt rested a paw on Brackenpawâs shoulders, saying something quiet and soothing. Brackenpaw stepped a little closer to her, but he didnât look any less frightened.
âWeâll talk later,â Whitecloud whispered to Fireheart as they both followed Speckletail. Louder, he said to Dustpelt, âWhat did you find?â
Dustpelt, despite the fur along his back sticking up, spoke calmly. âThere was blood in the snow, and tracks heading north, towards Snakerocks. They were definitely dog-tracks; far too big to be a catâs or a foxâs and too narrow to be a badgerâs. We think they killed a rabbit.â
âThere was brown fur everywhere,â Willowpelt added. âAnd no trace of a cat. The snowâs still soaking up scents, but I could get something rabbit-like.â
ThunderClan looked at each other worriedly and many words having to do with death and danger rippled through camp. Speckletail took a moment before trotting for the meeting stump and leaping onto it. The Clan immediately crowded around it, apprentices, warriors, and elders alike.
âWe should play on the side of caution and assume the dogs arenât going to leave just yet,â she said to the gathered cats. âTheyâre most likely in the burnt part of the forest, but we donât know how long theyâll be there.â
âThen what do we do?â someone calledâThornpaw, by the sound of it.
Speckletail hesitated for just a heartbeat before saying calmly, âThis is a discussion I think all of us should be part of. Every time anyone goes out, theyâre at risk of being hurt or killed. If thereâs a solution, or an idea of a solution, to be found, then please feel free to say something.â
Dustpelt spoke up now. âBefore the fire, patrols needed to have four cats to them. I think we should return to that system.â
âAnd there needed to be one warrior for every apprentice,â Fireheart added, recalling. âMaybe apprentices should stay in the southern part of the territory for training?â
Murmurs of agreement. Speckletail nodded. âThat sounds wise.â
âWe still have to be careful,â Mousefur said, head tilted in thought. âThe dogs will figure out thereâs nothing to eat in the north, and the snakes probably wonât wake up and bite any of them to solve our problem for us.â
âWe might get lucky,â Swifttail said hopefully. âDogs arenât the most graceful animals out there. They could disturb the rocks and an adder could bite them in reflex.â
Whitecloud hummed. âThat would be nice. It wouldnât do to rely on that chance of an accident, though. We ought to expect their coming around at any part of the territory.â
Voices echoed between cats, everyone offering their thoughts and ideas. Fireheart glanced around camp, grimly pleased to see young and old alike being listened to. He caught sight of Ashpaw and Brightpaw with serious faces as they whispered to each other. Halftail and Teaselfoot exchanged ideas about leading the dogs away. Goldenflower had a face that made the fate of the dogs very clear if they came near her kits.
When Fireheartâs eyes landed on Cloudpaw, he paused. His nephewâs face was unreadable, but in the way that it was very clear he was thinking something he was never going to say out loud. Something in his blue eyes was distant and still. He didnât even appear to notice Fireheart looking at him.
âUhâŠâ A voice piped up. âIf I can, Iâd like to volunteer as a patrol guard.â
Conversation faded a little and Speckletail regarded the cat below her in surpriseâGreystripe, Fireheart realized, him having just stood up.
âWhat do you mean?â the deputy asked.
âWell, I meanâŠâ Greystripe cleared his throat self-consciously. âIâm the biggest warrior we have right now. Iâm not fast, but Iâm definitely strong, and Iâve got thick fur that can protect me in an emergency. So, like, if a patrol needs to go out near where we scent or see dogs, at any point, I could be there as extra muscle.â
Dustpeltâs tail tapped the ground, stressful. âThose tracks were huge, Greystripe. I donât think even you could handle multiple dogs if they attack a patrol.â
âThen Iâll block them,â Greystripe said with more determination. âAnd if nothing else, I can give the rest of the patrol time to escape while scratching out an eye or two.â
Ravenwing looked at him in horror. âYou canât be implyingââ
âIâm being pretty frank about it, actually.â Greystripeâs whiskers twitched. âLook, I donât expect to die, but itâs better to be safe than sorry. And itâs not like I have an apprentice I need to look out for. Or⊠well, any family, either.â
âDonât talk like that,â Fireheart said, walking up to see his friend properly. âYouâre important, too.â
There was a small pause, Greystripe not meeting either of his friendsâ gazes. He looked back up at Speckletail and said finally, âIf a patrol needs to go near the dogs, put me on it.â
Fireheart clenched his teeth in anxiety.
Speckletail nodded slowly. âI appreciate your volunteering, Greystripe. But donât throw yourself at the dogs the first chance you get.â
Greystripe chuffed. âI wonât.â
The air around him did not lighten up. Fireheart could see the concern on everyoneâs faces. Even if they had calmed down about his kits months ago, it was still relieving to not catch any resentment or scorn in their eyes.
âWe have that, then.â Speckletail straightened up. âAs for you two, Dustpelt and Fireheart, youâre right. Weâll return to our previous rules: any patrols will have at least four cats with them, and one extra for every apprentice. Apprentices are to stay in camp unless accompanied by an adult, and training will take place closer to homeâweâre not touching the training hollow until we go four days without scenting the dogs anywhere on our territory.â Her eyes roamed over the crowd. âAnd wherever we scent these dogs, we wonât go near. The northern part of the forest is theirs for now. When we can be sure itâs not lethally dangerous, weâll send a scout to scent out the dogs and locate their base. Until I make that decision, do not cross over into the burned part of the forest.â
Agreement and obedience responded to her. The Clan as a whole relaxed their fur and their eyes brightened again.
âIs there anything else anyone wants to say?â Speckletail asked, and waited in silence. âNo? Then weâll be done here for now. If anyone wants to talk to me, Iâll be in camp tonight.â
With that, she jumped down off the stump. The crowd divided and dispersed, cats gathering in pairs or trios to discuss matters. Fireheart waited until everyone was busy talking to trot up to Speckletail, who had returned to sit with Whitecloud.
Evidently, they had expected him returning, because they both faced him as he came up, both of their expressions resigned and glum.
âWhat about Bluestar?â Fireheart whispered. âShouldnât we talk about that?â
Speckletail took in a breath and looked to Whitecloud, who shook his head slightly. To Fireheart, she replied, âThe dogs are the main issue tonight. When weâre in a safer position, that will be the time to talk about retiring Bluestar.â
Fireheartâs lungs clenched and chilled. âDo we have to retire her? I know sheâs not okay, but⊠but you said you wanted her to die as a leader.â
âI do,â Speckletail said softly. âWe all do. But sheâs still in a position of power where her word could decide the fate of the Clan.â
âNo oneâs even listening to her anymore!â Fireheart hissed, barely keeping his voice down. âThey donât talk to her, or ask her what to do, nothing! Youâre just missing -star at the end of your name at this point!â
âFireheart,â Whitecloud said, a kind warning.
He didnât heed it. âI know we need to talk to the whole Clan about her, but canât we just wait to let her⊠to let her move on to StarClan? Before you take the position?â
Speckletailâs eyes were calm, but narrowed. âWe will do what the Clan decides is best. If that involves her being Bluedusk again, that will be that.â
Fireheart felt his face fall. He looked down at the ground.
âIâm sorry,â Whitecloud said quietly. âI donât like it either.â
Fireheart said nothing. The chatter of camp swallowed his silence.
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"Anything" ⥠Curly x Anya
art credit: seagummies on twitter
warnings: angst, topic of miscarriage
this is a good ending au of mouthwashing! if u are a hater, then dniđ„° this post aint for u, babe
Chapter 1
Jimmy had been dead for the past few months due to the crash. The crew has been slowly rotting. They have lost all hope, and for good reason. Daisuke and Swansea are unconscious because of hunger and exhaustion. Curly and Anya are slowly losing grip. Despite all this, the beautiful glowing screen still showcased the moon and stars. Curly's hair sticks to his face due to anxious sweat. "Well, we had a good run. Didn't we." Curly smiled. Anya laid beside him and she smiled despite the tears rolling down her face. "Yeah." Curly's breath hitches "Anya... I'm-â
Curly opened his eyes with a jolt. There he was, in the hospital. His whole body was aching. A nurse walked over to his bed, "How are you feeling, sir?" His eyes widened harshly. "Where is my crew?" He yelled. "Are they okay? Is Anya alive? I never got to tell her I'm sorry!" Curly's heart beat spiked. Thinking about Anya's distressed face made him feel nauseous from guilt. He placed his head in his hands, as if grappling with reality. The nurse spoke gently to try and to calm him down, "Everyone is okay. Some are still waking up." He sighed, feeling relieved. A doctor came into the room. "How did we survive? How are we home?" Curly was more than shocked. The doctor walked up to him, holding his papers. "Another space ship found you guys. Some astronomers were on an expedition in the area. You all were very lucky they were out there." The doctor said, cracking a smile. Curly looked down at his hands. "What room is Anya in? If you don't mind asking." Curly asked quietly. The nurse responded, "Room 25. And this is 24." After doing some basic checkups, and giving him some medicine for the pain, the doctor and the nurse left. Curly laid there, alone with his thoughts.
A few hours pass by, and unable to just sit and do nothing, Curly sneaks out of his room. He finds Anya sitting down in the lobby. The moon light shining on her in her hospital gown. She looked tired as usual, and mentally drained, but she still smiled faintly when she heard his voice. "Anya!" He cried out, limping towards her. She looks up at him and smiles with tears in her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her and cried. She held his head gently. "Anya... I-I I'm so sorry. I should have done something. You already had told me that you felt uncomfortable around him. I felt like I was losing my mind. I didn't know what to do. I'm so sorry that I made it seem like I didn't care. I care so much. I will do anything you want to gain your forgiveness. We don't have to ever talk again if that's what you wish. I'm so sorry, Anya." The words came out almost pleadingly, and rushed. He couldnât hold back a sob. "Captain-... Curly. Our worst moments don't define us. I don't blame you for what happened, we were in the middle of space. But it will still take me a long time to heal. Thank you." Anya was always the more quiet kind. She didn't know how to respond. After several quiet minutes spoke quietly, "I lost the baby." Curly looks up at her, his eyes slightly wide. To not offend her, he asked honestly, "How do you feel?" Tears rolled down her face, as she stared at the ground. "Empty.â
In the morning, Curly and Anya met up with Daisuke and Swansea. It seemed they were recovering well. The crew all sat together in the lobby. It was surreal, everything felt so much lighter. Almost happy. "How are you guys doing? What do you plan on doing after this?" Curly asked. Daisuke's face lights up, "That was totally crazy! I'm happy we survived. I can't wait to see my mom." Swansea pops in, "Heh, It will be nice to be with my family again. No more pony express. I get to be a retired lazy old man!" Swansea chuckles. Anya and Curly look at each other smiling. It felt like a dream.
A few days went by, and the crew slowly recovered. Everyone was released from the hospital once they were fully recovered. Getting back from the hospital was refreshing. The sterile white rooms grew to be nauseating. He could finally go home. Curly pulled up to his home, the sight of his big white house with blue shutters made him smile. That company never cared. Some random astronomers were the ones who cared enough to save them. He was free from that stupid job. He hated being glorified, he soon realized. Curly felt like a monster after everything that had happened. His loving pet guinea pig was waiting for him in his bedroom. Curlyâs mother would take care of her every day while Curly was gone. Whenever anyone visits, they are surprised that he has such a small creature when he's such a big guy. Almost every time someone says the classic "Wow. I thought you would have a dog of some sort, captain." He sighed and flopped on the bed but gently held Daphne. He felt so relieved to be home, after all this time. But every time he tried to close his eyes, he would see Anya's crying face
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sooo this is my first fan fic ever that im gonna actually commit tođ plz be patient. also, im gonna try to write the miscarriage plot as realistic as possible. i have had multiple friends and family that have suffered from miscarriages
#mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#curly x anya#jimmy mouthwashing#swansea mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing
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The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Cat's out the Bag Gen 1 pt.82
After grabbing a bite to eat at the station the cab dropped the group off at the end of the street near the Gratz house. Mercury waited outside to give them a hand with the kids and the bags. Adrianne flew into M's arms the moment she saw her.
Adrianne: Look Aunt Mercury, I can fly now!
M: My big girl! Oh my goodness, look at you flying. Look who else got their wings.
Crimson: Hi Auntie Mercury.
He said sadly, his wings hung limply at his back.
M: What's the matter buddy?
Crimson: I haven't learned to fly yet. Mommy says my wings arenât strong enough.
M: Well, you're a year younger than your sister, so I'm sure by next year, your wings will be sooo strong that you can fly from Newcrest all the way to Ravenwood.
As M talked to Crimson and Adrianne, Venus and Ishtar used the distraction to make a mess.
Kason: Really guys? Now go inside and get changed so you can come back out and clean it up..
He shook his head dissappointed. They hung their heads as he walked them inside. M set down Adrianne and sent her and Crimson inside as well.
Kason came back outside where M lingered and kissed her cheek.
Kason: How was your day?
M: Better now, but good overall. How was the city?
Kason: Good. They moved Geekcon to the Art District. They were having some kind of festival it looked different than I remember.
M: That sounds like fun. I'm glad you took the kids. Did they have fun?
Kason: Aren't you interested if I had fun?
He teased.
M: I know you had fun. I just hope you behaved yourself. You and Peyton are trouble together at Geekcon.
Kason: All innocent fun I assure you love. I only like to get in trouble with you these days.
During their flirty exchange he realized now was the best time to tell her what he'd seen in San Myshuno, but he hadn't thought about what he would say so he started with simple part.
Kason: I saw Beckett there.
M: Really? That loser, he didn't say he was going to Geekcon. I guess that's not surprising, he does live in the Art District. Did you say hi?
Kason: I didn't get a chance to. He was there with Maidson.
M: Madison? Madison Miller?
She asked stunned. Kason nodded in silent confirmation. He waited for her to recover from the initial shock. She was quiet for a moment, he could see the information working in her brain and then realization crossed her face.
M: Madison is the mystery girl.
Kason: It would make sense. Why else would he be hiding her from you?
M: That's why he was annoyed earlier when I told him to invite her to the party. He didn't think he could.
Kason looked at her with a curious expression. It was the first time they'd talked about Madison alone. When they'd spoken with Takara she'd assured them that Madison was harmless and apologetic. It seemed to appease have Mercury at the time and helped rid her of any lingering jealousy or ill feelings for Madison, but Kason wasn't sure how he felt. He knew Madison hadn't helped Paris and she'd never meant to keep their friendship a secret from him, but her mistakes had almost cost him his wife. That wasn't something you just got over. He didn't hate her, but that didn't mean he had to be her friend either.
Kason: Could he have? Invited her I mean, if you'd known earlier?
She paused giving it some thought.
M: Yes. I know you were angry with her for not telling you about Paris and well, I didn't know what to think of her, but did she really do anything to hurt us intentionally? I trust Takara and she trust Madison. So if Beckett had told me that she was his date I would have been okay with him bringing her. What good would it do to make them both pay for Paris's mess. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable but I honestly think it would have been the right thing.
Kason hadn't thought he could love her more and then she had proved her compassion and forgiveness went beyond anything he could have fathomed.
Kason: How did we all get so lucky? I can agree, I was pretty hard on her without knowing all the facts. We all let Paris get in our heads and she got exactly what she wanted. The only person I trust with your safety as much as the people in that house right now is Takara. If she still thinks Madison isn't a problem then I can accept that.
M: I guess explains all his rambling earlier.
Kason: What do you mean?
M: Earlier, when he called me. I asked why they hadn't made it official, and Bek started acting weird. He said it was âcomplicatedâ and that âit was important that I like herâ. He must think I hate her and wonât approve.
She started to take out her phone and dial Beckettsâ number but Kason stopped her.
Kason: It's getting late and he probably won't want to talk about it now after seeing me. Give him a chance to get his thoughts together and you guys can talk tomorrow. I'll even go and start setting up early just so you guys have time to talk.
She fidgeted nearly giving in to the urge to call him right then.
M: You're right. Are you sure? No, you're right, I should give him some space. He said he wanted to talk in person...Right?
He smiled and led her towards the door.
Kason: Come on. I'll make you a cup of coffee and tell you about the trip.
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Sidebar: If it feels like M didnât fight the Madison situation very hard, itâs cause she didnât. Madison was never the problem. She was a pawn in the game just like M and once Takara explained everything any ill feelings she carried towards Madison went bye-bye. Also, M is a people person, friendly and family-oriented and her original aspiration was friend of the world so itâs safe to say sheâs pretty forgiving and wants to create peace between the people in her life even if it means having to deal with some uncomfortable situations.
Also, I know there's a lot of family dialogue recently but they haven't seen each other in so long It feels necessary to get caught up on their lives.
Last, I know I write the coffee line for Kason a bit. That's because Mercury has a crazy coffee addiction since she was in college and he's constantly making cups of coffee and leaving them in the kitchen I assume for her cause he never drinks them.
Poses: @starrysimsie Walkin' and talkin' & Hold me close
Build: @vellesa-well Central Railway station No CC
#sims 4#sims 4 gameplay#sims 4 legacy#sims 4 screenshots#sims 4 story#solar system legacy challenge#gen 1#itmeansiris
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this word is far too short for us, it has only four letters, too sparse to fill those deep bare vacuums between the stars-
Endlessly obsessed with this gorgeous art of Alystimeric by the wonderful @harumeau. I'm incredibly insane about this, and obsessed over all the details â„
#ffxiv#aymeric de borel#estinien varlineau#alyzen kaide#when i tell you i have been feral over this#the arms!! the scars!! the HANDS please i am ended#the glowy soft lighting#their expressions!!! i will never recover#and aly's tattoo and her little lip scar ahhhh#i am blessed#hannah thank you so much for this#i am screaming screeching actively losing my mind
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There was a light in his eyes. A light I had not seen for years.
Interview With The Vampire â 2.07: I Could Not Prevent It
#interview with the vampire#cinematv#filmtvcentral#userthing#smallscreensource#dailyflicks#userstream#tvarchive#usergayppl#filmtvtoday#tuserdaria#usergay#mlmsource#usertelevision#i am not joking when i say i will never recover from these scenes#the ACTING coming from sam here *screams into eternity*#not just his line deliveries but his physicality and his facial expressions my gOD he is phenomenal#this lil weird australian they found i am so unwell#iwtv spoilers#loustat
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so idk if weâre getting a bardâs lament this season, but regardless of if we are or not i NEED to talk about my most favorite dynamic ever so i can get this convo back out into the universe before a bardâs lament happens because it makes me unwell.
vex and scanlan are, in many ways, the same. theyâre deeply insecure, sad people that put on masks to hide it. theyâre good liars. so thatâs what they do. they stand in front of each other and they lie. and itâs not hard for them to know the other is lying. i mean vex LITERALLY SEES THROUGH HIS DISGUISE EVENTUALLY LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING?
and like, vex is snippy and she can be a bit of a shit and she says scanlan is just some guy without his magic. but heâs also the person she looks up to. she literally travels across the whole continent by herself to make sure his daughter can get to him and she sends kaylie back to him even though sheâs distraught and terrified and alone. sheâs the one person who actually gets through to him during a bardâs lament and she gets through to him by telling him to stop viewing his daughter as a sacred object. to fix his relationship with her. AND HE LISTENS. like again she is the ONLY person in that room who gets through to him and itâs because she implores him to fix his relationship with his daughter after he cruelly remarks that they went to the fey realm to âfix her daddy issues.â
and scanlan! he teases her and he deflects his seriousness around her with humor as much as he does to anyone. but he teaches vex how to use the broom and he gives her the hat to wear. and he ensures her success when he turns her into a dragon and directly tells a god that sheâs mean and greedy and the most perfect one of all of them.
scanlan is a father with a fractured relationship with his daughter and vex is a daughter desperate for her fatherâs approval.
scanlan is not vexâs father. but when scanlan comes back she does everything she can to try and make sure he wonât leave again despite the way he hurt her.
vex is not scanlanâs daughter. but he walks her down the aisle and makes sure she can see her brother at her wedding and heâs happy to be like her father for a day.
scanlan is NOT vexâs father and vex is NOT scanlanâs daughter but really, arenât they made of the same stuff?
#critical role#campaign 1#cr1#scanlan shorthalt#vex'ahlia#vexâahlia de rolo#platonic soulmates#in the most pure sense of the word#i actually canât express how ill they make me#i will literally never recover#they are the duo of all time#save me weird kinda paternal but deeply emo relatonship#vox machina#the legend of vox machina#tlovm season 3
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i want to kiss you until i lose my breath
i cannot thank @harumeau beloved enough for this gorgeous art!! based on a scene from a fic of mine (x)
#ffxiv#y'shtola rhul#oc: corisande ymir#ffxiv art#corishtola#corishtola art#i have never in my life been more that gif of a cat biting someone's arm alkjdfldjlskajf#TOO STUNNED TO SPEAK !!!!#the lighting...their hands...their hair!!!!!!!!!!#shtola's expression and the glimmer of cori's eye#AND SHTOLA'S DRESS!!!!!! PERFECT!!!#ough i had such a specific image of this scene that drove me to write the fic and this is SO perfect. even better than i imagined#im so sorry friend that her dress is so complicated kdsjfsl#i need time to recover from this im unwell ldf;saf#this is all im gonna think about forever. shtola's tail curled around their leg included.#ty for indulging me when i asked you to do a shtola t*ts out piece friend kladsfjdksdsf#and she looks so good đłđ#comm
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he cooked ! he served !! HE ATEđźâđšđ„”
#& WHAT A GOOD MORNING IT WAS YEEESH WOOF WOOOOF#HE ROSE UP FROM THE đ HONEY HE DOES IT ALLLL THE TIMEđđ
đ»#bruh this chapter actually brought ME back to life I stg#I actually cannot express how Fyo in this fancy fit has rewritten my DNA Iâll literally never recover#no bc also why does Fyodor hold the sword like that ya know-đđïžđïž#we got an outfit change & a plan reveal & FINALLY his ability confirmed !!!#I feel so validated for getting the majority of its aspects rightđ€ were yâallâs theories close or are ya mind blown#I am v sad for Bram & Ayađ but I truly donât think heâs gone !! his body is an undedđ§đ» after all#but also Bram pls let Fyo keep this fit TYđ¶âđ«ïž he had no right to look THIS GOOD IN IT my gaaaaawsh#I drew this like a maniac yesterday for insta but am finally getting to post heređ«°#fyodor#fyodor dostoevsky#fyodor fanart#bsd fyodor#bsd#bsd fanart#bungou stray dogs#bungou stray dogs fanart#bungo stray dogs#bungo stray dogs fanart#fanart#bram bsd#artists on tumblr#artists of tumblr#bsd 114.5#bsd manga#bsd spoilers#anime#manga#manga panel redraw
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so blue flame huh
#tfw samatoki-sama aka mr hardcore obliterates you with the emotional slow rock ballad of the century#still not over it . will never recover#made this to express how much they shocked me w this preview bc MAN#i expected some angst BUT NOT TO THIS LEVEL ?!?@??!@?!#my guy really ATE; LEFT NO CRUMBS; and left us all dead in a ditch on a tuesday . insane#hypmic#hypnosis mic#hypmic memes#samatoki aohitsugi#the block party#made by me :))
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In the original RufAura timeline (og ff7 instead of remake), they go to Costa del Sol for several days together and really bond during that time. Post meteorfall, I imagine they might go back again, but things feel a bit different than that carefree first time.
prompt: comfort and recovery
#my art#oc: aura golden#laid bare before you#Rufus never fully recovers from his injuries in my timeline#I liked the idea of them facing away from the viewer...what expressions are they making?#there's so many ways to go and it's more powerful to leave it open imo
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requested by @lexkent: the scene in "Shattered" where Lana sees Lex on the ground in the stable sitting curled into himself, and she looks anguished to see him in such a state, and she's so kind and compassionate to him
+ bonus Lana, after literally almost dying:
#thank you erin for requesting this because these scenes are incredibly underrated#like the moment where lana hands lex the drink and he smiles up at her with such an innocently adoring look....... many thoughts head full#(yes I know it all goes horribly wrong right after that but shhhhh)#she's just soooo soft and gentle and sweet with him and it's hitting all the best hurt/comfort buttons in my heart đ„ș#just look at all the comforting touches!! lex almost never receives that kind of genuine affection/positive physical contact from other ppl#I think it's also worth pointing out that lana decides at the end of the ep that being around *clark* is dangerous and she should avoid him#but she never expresses a similar sentiment towards lex or blames him at all for what happened#and a few episodes later she even tells him that he could have visited her while she was recovering#......god I still can't get over the fact that her first words when she wakes up in the hospital are 'how's lex' like I really could cry#she's the best and I won't hear a word to the contrary#smallville#smallvilleedit#svedit#lana lang#lex luthor#clark kent#lexana#dcmultiverse#sv 3x08#my gifs
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dinah is stronger than me because if THE greaseball left me i'd actually shoot myself
#i fear id never recover#they would have to hospitalise me#starlight express#starlight express 2024#stex revival#starlight express revival#stex 2024
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Liking any piece of media is so exhausting because I canât just like things normally. I need to consume its essence. I need to hold it gently in my hands and keep it close to my heart. I need to project it permanently into my brain. I need to give all the characters a hug and a high five. I need to bite them I need to put them in my pocket I need to throw them at the wall. I need to tuck them into bed and give them little kisses on the forehead. I need to throw them down the stairs. Do you understand.
#i mean every bit of this affectionately#but the only way i can express my love for things is by either biting screaming or holding it very gently#either physically or metaphorically#something in my brain is wired weird but thatâs okay#I just need to. I just need to have a permanent projection of my favourite things tattooed into the front of my brain#i need to hold hands with my favourite guys#this is mostly about#ofmd#our flag means death#itâs making me bounce off the walls#like a ping pong ball#Iâm chewing on glass#Iâm eating the wallpaper#Iâm screaming and yelling#Iâm. aughhhhhhhhhh#I love it so much#my favourite ever#ever forever and ever more#it is making me ill it is making me unwell#I will never recover#never ever forever#and I love it#itâs so silly#and everyone in it is even sillier#love them for that#so so dearly#idk what this is really Iâm just tired#missing the pirates againâŠ.#my bad guys. canât wait to see them again#ofmd s2
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