#yes I though of this pun

[yumedoca]

So yeah, 'Ranma 0.5' or something like that..

[luimagines]

Falling for You

It wasn't exactly out of my comfort zone. I just meant I don't know if it's out of the comfort for most of my readers ^.^*

I had... arguably way too much fun writing that for Time. But you want Warrior? I will do my best... Mostly because I’m not entirely sure how to recreate that energy ^.^*

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Warrior was running.

He had received a report that you were injured and being currently tended to by the Traveler.

He was sprinting to find you and get to you. His heart was stuck in his throat, pounding to release itself for all that it was worth. Warrior would feel his lungs working overtime to make up for the strain that he was putting on them.

Warrior had to make it to the camp and get their quickly. He wasn’t entirely sure why he felt as panicked as he did. He struggled to gulp down the needed air to keep going. Surely, the others would have taken care of you, right?

He trips on a root and lands harshly on his chest, sliding a little on the dirt ground. The air is knocked out of his slightly but he refuses to slow down. Pushing himself back onto his feet, Warrior keeps running through the growth of the woods to make it to where he had last seen you.

Eventually, he makes it where the others are. They seem startled when he makes his appearance, taking in his no doubt dirtied and ruffled appearance.

You stand when he enters, looking over him just as much as he’s looking over you. “Warrior-”

“Where is it?” He coughs, steely eyed and dangerous. Warrior makes a direct path towards you. “What happened? Show me.”

You seems to shrink back somewhat. “Nothing major. I felt and cut my hand on a rock.”

You show him your hands. Warrior should have had more faith in the others but he can’t help himself. Your hands are indeed wrapped up securely in bandages. He can see a little bit of pink peaking behind the lower layers. The cut must have been bad.

He takes your hands in his. “How did you manage this?”

“Well you know me.” You say quietly, still on edge with how Warrior had charged at you like a raging bull. “Accident prone klutz.”

“Stop it.” He scolds gently. Warrior rubs his thumbs over your knuckles, mentally taking in the quality of the bandages and the way they’re wrapped around you. The cut must be on your palms. It must be pretty for the amount of layers they had to put it. It would have been a heavy hit.

You probably fell forward and tried to catch yourself on your hands. The rock must have had a rough edge that cut into your hands when your weight landed on them. He sighs. Stiches may or may not be a possibility, but he can’t tell. Warrior shakes his head. “You’re not a klutz. You just have bad luck.”

Warrior doesn’t want to put your hands down. Idiot, he thinks lovingly. How is it that you’re the only one this seems to happen to? You’re going to have to take it easy for a while. You won’t be able to use your hands until they’ve healed. You’re going to need help. He’s going to have to step more.

“What happened to you?” You whisper, having succumbed to his quiet contemplation. 

“Fell.” He answers simply. Then he chuckles. Warrior hadn’t meant to echo your same excuse. Maybe he should calm down a little more. He relaxes his shoulders and his stance. “I heard you got hurt and came running. I tripped and virtually fell flat on my face. I’m fine though.”

“You’re covered in mud.” You point out, taking a hand out of his hold and using the back of it to clean his face from the dirt he’s marred on his cheek.

He catches your hand gently, stopping you. “Don’t. These need to stay clean.”

“Too late.” You say, moving your hand to clean up his face anyway. “You’ve already touched them with your muddy hands.”

He looks at his hands in an instant. You’re right. He looks down finally at the front of his chest as well. Warrior is in shock. He must have slid through a puddle when he initially tripped. He is covered in mud from the front of his chest all the way down to his shins. “....oh... That would explain the looks.”

You snort at his words before a beat passes, then dissolve into giggles. You deflate slightly and gently bump your head against his collar bone, just missing his shoulder plate and the mud that’s now stained his tunic.

“That’s... not going to come out easy.” He sighs, looking at the mess he’s in. At least they’re due for laundry soon anyway. Maybe he should get that started.

You try, and fail, to bite back your amused grin. “Do you need help?”

“Don’t even think about it.” Warrior pokes your forehead. “Clean those hands as clean as you can and away from water for the time being. If those bandages get wet, it not going to be good for you.”

You stick your tongue out at him playfully and Warrior feels himself relax a little more. “Promise me?”

You don’t look as amused as he feels. “...I promise.”

Warrior takes your hand one more time and kisses your knuckles. “Please try to stay out of trouble in the mean time.”

“No promises.”

[sysig]

Caughtcha, gotcha, not letting go ♥ (Patreon)

[ded-lime]

[sesamenom]

baylan skoll (from ahsoka) over time, inspired by the realization that he's the same age as baby yoda

(+ designs for his first padawan + commander)

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

assigned male at walgreens (they printed m for “assigned gender at birth” on the form for me to get the flu and covid boosters)

[talknerdytome18]

The US version of AGGGTM removing Connor's crush on Pip was real of them. Why ship Connor and Pip when you can ship Connor and Zach instead? 🤭

[not-xpr-art]

hey girl are you a mushroom cos ur a fungi ;)

aka a kinda self?portrait(ish) done in ms paint lol

(05/2024)

something something gender and sexuality and the human body and mushrooms as metaphors etc etc lol...

[thatnerdinthecorner]

@partywithponies

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

27 and 62 🎶💚

Yay, thanks for asking, JoAnne! 😄💚 My favorite lyrics to these corresponding songs on my Spotify Wrapped 2024 playlist:

27. "Wrong 'Em Boyo" by The Clash: "Why do you try to cheat? And trample people under your feet (Don't ya' know it is wrong?) To cheat the tryin' man (Don't ya' know it is wrong?) To cheat the tryin' man But you better stop It is the wrong 'em boyo"

62. "Touching the Ground" by Brandi Carlile: "Why must my heartache be found Wherever your feet are touching the ground?"

[ozlices]

saying the fnaf movie wasnt gory enough is hilarious like oh im sorry was seeing freddy LITERALLY BITE A WOMAN IN HALF, AND SEEING HER TORSO FUCKING FLY AWAY SOMEHOW NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU???????? LMAO????????????????

[minminambus]

Stupid pharmacy puns that I have come up with so far—

What did the blood pressure medication say when it was 100% confident? It was lo-certain (losartan).

What happens when you misplace a stock bottle of an NSAID? You call it me-lost-icam (meloxicam). ):

More to be added as I continue to stare at medications and think.

[blinday]

Not gonna sue or press charges, but I want to make it clear that Chat Noir is actually MY property, since I invented the boi back in 2009 with his ACTUAL partner Supersonica. His name was actually Simon and his dad was also the supervillain.

[the-purple-painter]

What's your favorite taylor swift era?

Color this post the color scheme of that era

I’m going to be honest, I had to look up what this was since I’m not familiar with these eras. So I mostly painted based off descriptions I read. Anyways

This anonymous ask has been Fearlessly Taylored Swift!

[lost-at-hacketts-quarry]

"The Bark Is Worse Than The Bite" (Furblyg Angst)

[Nick's hanging with Abi at his house and all of a sudden she goes pale and shies away from him.] Nick: "Hey, your demeanor changed. What's wrong?" And that's when he feels it. Them. The all-too-familiar, ugly teeth of those awful creatures infiltrated his mouth yet again. Tearing into his leg wasn't enough for them the first time, and now they continuously invade and slowly make what's his theirs during these monthly "events". Nick: "Sorry...it was careless to try to see you today. You should go before it gets worse. It's not even sunset yet though, so I don't get why this is happening now...you shouldn't see me like-" Abi, quietly but assertive: "Like what, Nick? This is nothing new to me- to us. It's almost been a year. Plus..." Nick: "Plus what...?" Abi: "...plus your eyes have been yellow for awhile, the teeth are just what caught me off guard." Nick instinctively reached up to touch his face as if that would confirm his fears. Claws, that he didn't know were there, ever so slightly grazed his cheeks, causing him to recoil in disgust.

Nick, now frantic: "Abi...how have you managed to stay here this long with me? For Christ's sake, how are you even ok with being next to me right now? I did notice you gradually move away though, and I really can't blame you. But why didn't you tell me sooner...? You shouldn't be here, and it has to be getting worse- I literally didn't even realize I had already-" Abi, doing her best to pacify Nick's and her own distrust: "Well, your eyes still hold some of you. Yes, they're no longer the comforting and safe brown-almost-black I find myself staring at for far too long, but I can still somewhat see that kindness- your kindness- in them, even now. But..." Nick, skeptical: "But...?" Abi, gradually losing any confidence she had: "Your mouth- your words- aren't as kind as your eyes when you're...'here but not here', so any change there reminds me of that night. Your teeth are sharp and scary and that awful, searing pain arises every time I see them again. What you said at the pool house hurt worse than being thrown, to be brutally honest. And like...you're still you right now, but I...I don't want to be hurt again like that, Nick." Nick, somber: "...I think one of the most fucked up parts of this whole "condition" is that I don't even really remember that night. Or the month's that followed. Or the next one's. And I'm not going to remember whatever happens tonight, either. The cruelest part, though, is that you have to."

The two of them are quiet for a few minutes before Nick finally speaks up.

Nick: "Sometimes...I wonder which of us is really cursed. I'm sorry, Abi."

[dottielovegood]

In Swedish, ”end station/final station” translates to ”slutstation” and as someone who takes the train every single day, I can't help but laugh every time I get off at the slutstation.