#malcom is injured

[elejahfanfic]

Del x Malcom_

_Fides Cordis

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@darknightfrombeyond

[viandede-porque]

Is the next match, like the horizon, always unreachable?

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𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: abby anderson x f!reader 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: medical procedures, tlou typical violence, PTSD 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: literal sleeping together, friends to lovers, slow burn 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘: no use of y/n or any reader descriptions 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 6475k

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Eight months ago, you sustained a life-altering injury while on patrol. Five months ago, you were officially dismissed from your unit and, after a tense meeting with Isaac, were transferred to the medical centre to train under your friend/roommate, Mel. Four months ago, you offered your couch to Abby to sleep on whenever she got kicked from her apartment for Manny's ‘sleepovers’. Two months ago, you started sleeping in the same bed. It works, this arrangement you have. She just doesn’t know that just over twelve months ago, you started to fall in love with her.

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“You good to stitch this while I wash up?”

Mel wipes at her sweaty forehead with the back of her arm, slippery blood coating her hands. The procedure got messier than expected, and with gloves being stretched thin across the different bases, you had to get real comfortable with blood on your bare skin.

“Yeah, of course. Need to practice my knots anyway.”

Malcom, the older WLF soldier, lays back on the bed, shirt cut away and blood coating his abdomen. A bullet caught him in the side, going right through his front and leaving out his back. If he got medical attention right away it would have been fine, but his thinner skin and continued combat just made the wound deeper, ripping right through his side. The two holes he would have had were now one big gash that needed to be stitched.

“Be sure you make all them bows pretty, doc.” Malcom grins at you, his chuckles stuttering into a nasty cough.

Your eyes roll as you turn to the surgical cart next to you, setting up the sutures. “Sure thing, Malcom.”

Wheeling the table over to the bedside, you grab the curved needle and sterile thread, sitting on a stool next to his bedside to get a good angle on him. You grunt and stretch your left leg out stiffly under the cot, trying to release some of the tension in the muscle.

“You know, they should give you one of those punch cards for coming in so often. Visit us five times and you get a treat on the sixth.”

He squints at you, wincing and cursing when you push the needle through his swollen skin.

“Yeah? And when’s that lesson on bedside manner comin’?”

Mel laughs from the back room, washing and disinfecting her hands. “Oh, this is as good as it gets.”

Flashing a grumbling Malcom a smile, you continue your stitching, doing a row of smaller ones that you need to cut off and tie after each knot.

You’re getting the hang of it, though tying all the small knots with the forceps was your weakest point. You were much better at doing running stitches, but for a wound like Malcom’s on such a mobile part of his body, these were the best option.  You’d obviously improved enough though, or else Mel wouldn’t have let you do them mostly unsupervised.

She’s a good teacher, Mel. You were hoping when Isaac approved your request to move to the medical centre that he would assign you to her. It only made sense. Not only was she one of the best here at the Stadium, but the two of you were already familiar with each other.

You share one of the Stadium apartments, have done for just over a year and a half. As far as roommates went, Mel was amazing. She’s friendly, respectful of your space, quiet. It was hard not to become friends with her. You spent late nights talking, would join her and her group of friends for meals. It was nice.

And then you got injured. Well, a bit more than injured—you fucked up your leg pretty bad. Mel was on call when you were dragged in and helped you as much as she could. She’s incredibly talented. Quick hands and quicker thinking. She had your broken leg splinted up and healing in no time.

Until you fucked it up again, leaving your leg to fuse itself in a weird spot. You can walk, sometimes even run for a bit if it’s a good day, but you’d be biting back the pain and severely regretting it afterwards. On a bad day? It’s a struggle to even stand for more than a couple of hours.

Now you have a limp that won’t go away, and your position as one of WLF’s many grunts taken away from you.

“We need soldiers, not bait. Next time you come asking me for your rank back, make sure you’re not shaking from your walk down the hall.”

Yeah.

Mel was the one to suggest becoming a medic. You’d spent enough time around Mel to pick up a thing or two, and those ten weeks in and out of the medical tent made you pretty familiar with the goings on. She even offered to be your supervisor, taking you under her wing to teach you all she knew.

You clip the final suture, placing the forceps and scissors back onto the metal tray next to you.

“Okay, I think we’re done. Mel,” you call over your shoulder, “Can you check this for me?”

Mel looks up from the chart she’s scribbling on, tucking it under her arm to come and lean over your shoulder.

“Nice work. You lost a bit of tension in the middle, but not too much that it wont hold.” She reaches over, ghosting over the segment in question. She brings her hand to rest on your shoulder. “Otherwise, they’re perfect. I think you’ve officially gotten the hang of it.”

You beam up at her, chest puffing in pride. It’s been good knowing that you’re good at more than combat. A relief. You don’t know what you would have done if this didn’t work out.

You’d rather not think about it.

Malcom shifts on the cot, twisting his body to look down at his stitches. He reaches a hand down to touch them, but you slap them away before he can.

“Touch them and I’ll put a cone on you like a dog.”

Malcom grins, laughing and rubbing at the red slap mark on his hand.

“You flirtin’ with me, doc?”

“Gross. Get out of here, Mal.”

His laughs once again devolve into gargling coughs, levering himself up off the bed with a hand from Mel.

She wraps him up, bandaging the wound while giving him the rundown.

“No getting this wet for twenty-four hours. After that you can shower, but no soaking. You’ll need to come back in two weeks to get the sutures out, so until then I don’t want you touching it or picking at the scabs.” She gives him a pointed look, and he has enough in him to look away guiltily, scratching at his chin.

“Yeah, I know the drill. Any sign of infection I’ll come back.”

Mel nods, stepping away from his side to grab a small bottle of pills off the counter.

“Take two of these when you need them, but wait four to six hours in between.”

“Got anything stronger?” Malcom winks.

“Not for you.” Mel’s lips twitch in a smile and she presses the bottle to his chest. “Have a good one, Malcom.”

Malcom takes the bottle and grins, bringing a hand up to tip an imaginary hat on his head. “Appreciate all you do for us, doc.” He peers around Mel, calling out to you in the next room. “And always a pleasure seein’ you. Remind me to take you up on that treat next time.”

“Goodbye, Malcom.” You call from the sink, scrubbing down on your knuckles. You stare him down as he leaves, laughing the whole way.

You roll your eyes, turning back to washing the blood off your arms. It had started to dry, making your skin tacky and gross.

Mel wanders over, leaning to rest against the sink next to you as she finishes filling out Malcom’s chart. “He’s got a point. You’ve got to be nicer to patients.”

“Malcom’s a dirty old dog. He’s fine. If he wasn’t going to be okay, then I’d be nicer.”

“The severity of someone’s injury doesn’t factor into how nice you are to them.” She’s trying to tell you off, but you can see her smiling from behind her clipboard.

You just shrug, turning off the tap and shaking out your arms. “Seems fair to me.”

She breaks, snorting and poking you in the side with the board as she walks past, placing it on a hook on the wall. She grabs the metal tray and wheels it away to be sanitised.

“You’re done for the day. Go home and relax, your leg is shaking like crazy.”

You look down at your leg, sighing as you watch the muscle of your calf twitch from the strain. It wasn’t too crazy today, but there was a lot of sitting down and standing back up. You were starting to feel it.

“You sure? If I’m sitting, I can- “

Mel cuts you off with her signature ‘excuse me?’ look, her brow raised, and her lips curled downward. That shuts you up real quick, as it does most people. Poor Owen is on the other end of that look too often, and he pouts for ages afterwards every single time.

You grab your coat from a basket under the sink, where you all put your belongings when you clock in.

“I’ll see you for dinner?”

Mel shakes her head, gathering up all the dirty tools and putting them in a metal tub for sanitation.

“I’m going to Owen’s tonight. We have the morning off tomorrow, so I think we’re going to head to the aquarium with Alice.”

You smile, throwing your coat back on. “That’ll be nice. I know Alice was antsy about getting out of the kennel when I saw her yesterday.”

Mel chuckles, “That’s how she gets you. You know she has to go on a diet because people keep giving her treats?”

You laugh along with her, the zip lock bag of jerky you save just for Alice burning in your coat pocket.

Coming up behind her, you press a chaste kiss to the back of Mel’s head as you pass. “Well, have fun. Drink responsibly. Use protection- “

“Shut your mouth right now.“ She hisses, whipping her head around to see who’s around to hear. She’s in the middle of cleaning up, but you know you’d get a punch right across your shoulder if she had a hand free.

Pulling back the tent flap you wave goodbye to Mel, grinning at her flushed face.

“I’ll see you when you get back!”

Swinging by the front you sign out for the day, writing down your reasoning for clocking off early. You only had two hours left of your shift, and you really do think you could have lasted if you were allowed to sit the rest of the day. But what Mel says goes, as both your supervisor and your doctor.

The sun is setting when you leave the tent, the November air nipping at your skin. Winter is right around the corner, and you can already feel it. You’ll need to take up Mel’s offer of making some legwarmers to wear under your clothes, knowing that the freezing temperatures are going to be hell on your leg.

Wrapping your coat further around you, you shuffle inside the stadium as quickly as you can. The caf should just be starting to serve dinner now, and if you hurry you can beat the rush before everyone clocks off.

Just as you predicted, people are already lining up at the food stations when you reach the mess hall. Each of the stalls are serving something different, though it usually all boils down to a combination of rice, meat, soup, and stew. Today it looked like everyone was lining up by the old pretzel place, which usually meant it was burritos.

You do an awkward shuffle, a small circle as you try to decide what to eat. The burritos stall is always packed for a reason, but it looks like the butchers finally got some of those pigs in-

A sharp whistle from behind you cuts through the rumble of voices.

“Hey, doc!”

You turn, looking over at the old Noodle Bowl.

A woman a bit older than you stands behind the counter, her cropped hair hidden underneath a backwards cap. Her tank top is drenched in sweat from the hot kitchen, her deep skin flushed from the heat. She holds out an opaque container, though you can already smell the rich beef stew coming from the kitchen behind her.

“Skip the line! You know medics get priority.” She grins, waving the container at you.

You smile and limp over, your leg starting to throb. You meet the woman at the counter, gently taking the container from her. It’s nice and warm in your hands, feeling them tingle as they heat up.

“Thanks, Isabella. You’re a life saver.” You sigh appreciatively. You crack the container open to peek inside, your mouth watering at the dark broth and floating chunks of potato and beef.

“You know what would be perfect with this?” You begin, looking up at her. She smirks, reaching off to the side.

“Bread?” she asks, sliding over a small parcel of tinfoil.

You gasp, reaching for it. “A woman after my own heart.” You laugh, placing the foil of bread on top of the container. “Remind me again why we didn’t work out?”

“You were way too out of my league?” Isabella teases, leaning across the counter towards you.

“Good answer.” You grin back at her.

Isabella chuckles, taking off her cap to smooth out her hair again before putting it back on.

“You take care of yourself, yeah? Enjoy.” She winks, rapping the counter with her knuckles before turning back to the kitchen.

Stew in hand, and a light blush on the highs of your cheeks, you make the long trek back to the comfort of your room. Luckily yours is only on the second floor, as opposed to being on the third or fourth, but with the escalators out of order it’s still a huge hike for you and your leg.

You end up taking your coat off to make a temporary bag for your stew, folding it up and using the arms as handles. It gives you more room to grip the rails as you need them, which becomes more and more often the higher you climb.

You’re slightly out of breath and coated in a fine layer of sweat by the time you reach your room, taking a second to catch your breath before stepping in. Maybe you couldn’t have done those last two hours. Dammit Mel for always being right.

The stew is still hot when you unwrap it from your coat, moving to hang it up on a peg near the door. If you were quick about getting changed, you could probably get away with not having to heat it back up.

Depositing the container on the dining table as you pass, you make your way over to your side of the room, having to pivot and turn back when you automatically start going down the steps.

You and Mel split the room pretty evenly, her having the slightly raised segment to herself, and you having the area in front of the window. You liked being so close to the giant windows, peeking through the curtains you both strung up when you couldn’t sleep and pressing your cheek to the cold glass on warm nights. But ever since your injury, Mel suggested the two of you swap.

It made sense, taking away as many unnecessary obstacles as possible, but you still kind of missed your old spot. Maybe if you asked ever so nicely you could swap again.

You strip in front of your wardrobe, quickly hopping into comfier clothing. It was by no means anything close to proper pyjamas, a pair of slightly more worn in cargo pants and a long sleeve henley. Something that you could feasibly run around and fight in if you needed to.

Your days as a solider are over, but old habits die hard.

The rest of your night is simple. It always is when you have the room to yourself. Having Mel around is always fun and you love staying up and talking to her, but it is nice to just be alone sometimes. It feels different, not like how it used to when you were fighting for your life before you joined WLF. You can choose to be alone now, knowing that you’re safe and warm and that your friends are just around the corner. You can enjoy it.

Setting up a CD to play some soft music in the background, you eat your dinner. Isabella had served you up richly, enough chunks of beef in your single serving to split across two. She’s always been like that, giving special treatment to those she likes and admires. Your brief but very intense history got you onto that list, and you’re thankful for every day you’re still on it.

Using the bread to soak up the last of the broth, you savour the final bite of your food. If Mel was here, you’d get to have her broth too (she only likes the chunks, apparently), but tonight you miss out.

With dinner done and nothing else to do, you decide to curl up in bed for the rest of the night, give your leg a much-needed rest. You keep the CD playing quietly and grab one of Mel’s textbooks, tossing it onto the bed.

You run through your stretches for the night, positioning yourself on the floor to bend and stretch your leg just as Pierre-- the closest thing to a physiotherapist you have around here-- showed you. It hurts like a bitch, so you give yourself some leeway tonight and stop when it gets too much.

Peeling yourself up off the floor, you practically crawl under your covers, dragging the book under with you. The book is heavy, one that would be used during school, but you’re finding it somewhat useful. A lot of what they’re talking about goes over your head, but there’s enough diagrams and things you recognise to somewhat keep up. A lot of what Mel teaches you is done through the real thing, so you don’t have a lot of time to learn the name of every single bone or nerve in the nervous system. It’s a lot more… ‘Don’t cut here’ and ‘If you don’t put pressure there, he’s going to bleed out and die’.

You fall asleep around eleven, the textbook flopping to the floor when your arms couldn’t hold it up anymore. You’ve shifted in your sleep, back facing the rest of the room and limbs tucked in. You should start looking for a thicker blanket now that it’s getting colder.

The corner of your bed dips under their weight as someone sits, trying not to squish your feet under the covers. The thumping of boots being kicked off their feet and to the floor is just enough to pull you back to consciousness, though it’s the rush of cold air under the blanket as they pull it back that wakes you up entirely.

“Abby… Cold.” You hiss, turning and trying to tug the blanket from her.

You can practically hear her eyes roll as she crawls under with you, shifting onto her side so she can press her back up against yours. It makes up for the biting cold she let in, her back strong and warm, heating you up more than your blankets ever could.

“How was patrol?” you mumble, brain still catching up.

Abby hums. “Fine. Normal.”

You nod, or think that you do. You’re so tired.

“S’good.” You yawn, burying your face into your pillow more. “Sorry Manny kicked you out.”

She shifts, her rolling muscles move against your back.

“Yeah,” she sighs, sinking into your mattress, “It’s whatever. He uh, got to the room while I was eating dinner.”

“Should talk to him. Tell him to keep it in his pants when you get home from patrols.”

You hear a ghost of a laugh, your music quiet enough for you to pick it up. It puts a sleepy smile on your face.

“I should, huh? Maybe tomorrow.”

“Mmhm.” You yawn, stretching out your legs before relaxing back into your mattress with a hum. “I’ll be your back up.”

Ever since you found Abby passed out in the library, an open copy of Lord of the Flies laid across her chest, she’s been sleeping in your room.

She rejected your offer initially, looking at you like you’d grown a second head before rolling back over to keep sleeping. Which was fair, you guessed. You weren’t exactly friends, just two people that hung out in the same group.

Not that you didn’t try to be. You knew from the moment Mel introduced you to everyone that you wanted to know more about Abby. She was intimidating, a bit rough around the edges, and more than a little cold during your first interaction. It should have been a sign to stay out of her way, to leave her alone. But unfortunately, it just made her incredibly attractive.

No matter what you did, nothing seemed to favour you to her. You eventually found out it was because of Mel, and while no one could tell you exactly what happened, you figured it was bad enough for her to dislike you through pure association.

Something must have stuck with her though, because soon after rejecting your offer she was knocking on your door, pillow tucked under her arm, ready to take over your couch.

And she did. Anytime she needed a place to sleep, and Mel wasn’t home, she would come over. You started leaving out nicer blankets, draping them over the back of the couch, switching out the throw pillows for softer, less scratchy ones. She never said anything, but you knew she appreciated it.

It wasn’t until two months ago, drunkenly collapsing on your bunk together after Manny’s birthday party, that you started sharing your bed. The nightmares you would have, that the both of you shared in common, seemed to fade away when you weren’t alone.

A silent agreement passed between the two of you then, an unspoken arrangement to slide in next to each other. Backs pressed together, sharing your warmth, getting hours of blissful sleep.

You feel a nudge to your calf.

“Go back to sleep. Didn’t mean to wake you up.” She whispers, drawing her foot back to curl into herself. The movement presses her back more firmly into yours. A contented sigh tumbles from your lips.

“You’re fine. G’night, Abby.”

“… Night.”

You both fall into comfortable silence, the soft music still playing from the corner of your room. The CD will finish soon, but you should hopefully be asleep by then. You wait for the telltale signs of a sleeping Abby before you let yourself fall back under.

While the nightmares aren’t as intense when you share the bed, all it takes is a particularly bad day for them to rear their ugly head. And while you have your own long list of issues, you’re not the one still in active duty, so you like to make sure that Abby falls asleep. That she isn’t left to stare into the dark until the sun begins to rise, or gets dragged into whatever hell her brain has fixed up for her.

Her breathing eventually slows, and while she doesn’t snore, her deep breaths are interrupted with the occasional huff and groan. The pressure of her warm back on yours builds as her muscles relax and she shifts into the divot in the mattress between you. Her foot twitches and she shuffles her legs, unconsciously nudging you to entangle your legs with her own.

Only when you are certain she’s out and her sleep is peaceful do you let yourself go back to bed.

⸙

She’s gone in the morning when you start awake, the sound of a door down the hall slamming closed making your heart leap into your throat. Shooting upright in bed, the blanket tucked gently around you falling to your lap, you reach out for your firearm. It takes feeling the lumpy, cold mattress beneath your fingers to bring you back to yourself.

You’re in your room. Not outside hidden amongst the trees.

There are no Scars here.

Knees come up to meet your forehead as you curl in on yourself, shutting your eyes and forcing deep, shaky breaths.

It’s been months since you were on any kind of active duty, yet your body wouldn’t let you forget a second of it. Once a soldier always a soldier, you guess.

Once your heartrate slows back down, the sweat that was beading along your temples cooling, you lift your head up from your knees, peaking at the curtains. The morning sun is breaking through, sending slivers of light over Mel’s bed and the couch. If you strain your ears, you can hear people shuffling in the hallway, tired grumblings as they make their way into work.

Without checking a watch you’d say it was around eight in the morning.

Mel wasn’t scheduled for work until tonight, which means that you too got to have the morning off too. Though you were really getting somewhere with your training, Isaac didn’t want you working solo until Mel had signed off on you. So, unless they were absolutely swamped or it was an emergency, you worked the same shifts as Mel.

Flopping back on the mattress you shut your eyes once more, stretching out your limbs across the entire expanse of the bed. You had absolutely no issues with sharing your bed with Abby, but this mattress wasn’t exactly a king, and often find yourself tucked right up against the wall.

You doze on and off for a few more hours, taking advantage of the free day to catch up on all the sleep you’d been neglecting. It feels like you and Mel have been working around the clock lately, being assigned long shifts at odd hours. Ideally, you’d nap until your shift tonight, but your body refuses to let you sleep peacefully after 10am.

You putter around the room for a bit after dragging yourself out of bed, getting changed into your clothes for the day and drawing open the large curtains to let the sunlight into your room. The rays warm you as you do your morning stretches, flexing and pulling your leg into repetitive positions.

You so desperately want to just laze on the couch, curl up with a book or a magazine and rest your leg, but looking around the room you spot multiple piles of belongings neither your nor Mel have bothered to tidy up. Knowing the two of you, they’ll never get done if you don’t tackle them now. And who knows, maybe Mel will be so impressed that she really will swap spots with you.

You stomach begins to rumble around lunch time, just as you’re standing up from the CD rack you spontaneously decided to reorganise. Sure, there was probably something more important to do, but now your CDs are back to being in alphabetical order. For now, atleast.

Checking the fridge, you grimace at the lack of edible food left on the shelves. A withering carrot, some marmalade, and leftover rice and beans from a few nights ago make up its contents.

Sighing, you shut the door and grab your jacket. You’ll just get something from the cafeteria. Maybe when Mel comes home you can figure out her schedule, see if she’ll be willing to split some groceries with you.

⸙

“Hey, doc! Come sit with us, huh?” A voice calls out to you as you walk past their table, a container of stir fry hot in your hands.

You swivel around, eyes roaming the few tables in front of you when you spot Manny, waving you over. He’s seated with a few other soldiers, some you recognise from prior hangouts, others that must be part of his unit.

You hesitate, chewing on your bottom lip as you toss up between sitting in the cafeteria with company or scampering off to your room to eat in private. Not that you don’t like sitting with Manny and his friends. They can just get real rowdy sometimes without Mel or Nora around to talk to.

You open your mouth to politely decline, wanting to chill as much as you can before your shift tonight, when the person opposite Manny turns around to look at you.

Abby.

She looks good this morning. Her usual braid is draped over her shoulder, getting long enough now to do so. It brushes the collar of her t-shirt, the sleeves of which she’s rolled up to the seam to fit her arms. She’s holding a bowl of rice up to her chest, spoon hanging out of her mouth as she looks at you.

Unable to hide the small smile that twitches your lips, you give Manny a nod and head over, weaving back through the crowded hall. Manny grins and shuffles along the bench, pushing against Jordan to make room for you next to him.

“There she is! How’s it going? Seen anything gross lately?”

You laugh, pushing yourself into your spot between him and Jordan, having to climb over the seat to get there. “Unless you count touching Malcom, then no. Not lately.”

Abby huffs a laugh around her spoon, twisting back around to face the table. You look to her as you set your container down on the table, smiling when you see she’s already looking. Her eyes flick down to your food and back to you, brows raised slightly in question.

Tilting your container you show her your lunch, the stir fry still steaming and warming your hands.

“Malcom isn’t that bad,” Manny laughs, diving back into his own food. Some sort of sandwich from the looks of it. “He’s a good shot.” He muffles through a mouthful of food.

You roll your eyes, picking up your fork and stabbing at a few vegetables, “Yeah, and a bad dodge. He keeps coming in to get stitched up, but I’m convinced it’s because he gets his chest felt up.”

“Can’t blame a man for trying his best. Not all of us are as lucky.” Manny snickers, elbowing the man beside him. The rest of the boys laugh back, the noise at the table picking up.

Abby just shakes her head, slouching over her bowl of rice to continue eating. From where you’re sitting it looks like plain brown rice. Knowing her, it probably came with a side that she’s already eaten all of, not planning out her bites ahead of time and just going right for the tasty part.

You twist to the side to face Manny, reaching up for his ear.

“Speaking of--” You pinch the top, yanking on it to bring his head down to your level. He yelps, grabbing at your wrist and swearing. “You need to stop having your play dates the same day Abby gets back from missions.”

Manny eyes you as he curses, briefly looking over at Abby before turning his attention back to you. Across from you Abby tenses, spoon pausing halfway to her mouth. She looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

“How’d you know I had someone over?”

You sniff, letting go of his ear and turning back to your food, getting a bite in before answering. “Caught her in the library again.” You lie, hopefully smoothly.

The two of you never agreed to keep her sleeping habits a secret, but you knew enough about her to know that she liked to keep her business to herself.

Manny grins, throwing his hands up guiltily. “What can I say? I have poor timing. Well, not all of the time...” He winks.

You fake a gag, grimacing as you pick up your food container.

“And with that, I need to go get ready for work tonight. I’ll catch you all around.”

Manny laughs, his voice booming through the hall. He playfully grabs at your sleeve, tugging it as you stand up to leave.

“Baby, don’t go! Please, I can change!” He pleads, gently trying to pull you back down to the table.

You stumble and laugh, batting his grabby hands off your clothes as you squirm away. Nearly tripping on the seat, you pry yourself free, stepping out of Manny’s range and across the table.

“Bye, Abby.”

You slide your container of food next to hers as you pass, having eaten all the vegetables and leaving her the beef. Her head whips up to yours, eyes questioning and mouth full of food. A piece of rice is stuck to her bottom lip.

Cute.

She tries to swallow her mouthful to say something, but inhales wrong in her haste, choking on rice. Manny, observing the interaction, bursts out in a fit of laughter as he slides over his canteen of water, watching Abby gulp it down to clear her throat. Some of the guys sitting next to her lean over to slap at her back, chuckling along with Manny. He’s calling her something in Spanish as she pushes all the hands away, the tips of her ears reddening as he jeers at her.

The last thing you see before the crowd shuffles and blocks your view is Abby, leaning over the table to punch Manny in the arm.

⸙

“He even said that we could decorate for Christmas. Apparently, he knows some department store that has trees and everything.” Mel gushes, setting up the surgical cart for the night.

“You two are so fucking cute.” You smile, spinning yourself in the office chair they have back here.

Mel flushes, feeling the heat of her cheeks with the back of her palms, “I just… I don’t know. I feel stupid for getting so giddy about it all but he’s just sweet, you know? Thoughtful.” She smiles softly to herself, reaching up in a cupboard for some gauze. “We haven’t even been dating a year and he’s already talking about getting new room assignments.”

“And you want that? He’s not like, pressuring you to go too fast or anything?” You slow your spin, digging your heels into the tent floor to stop to face her.

She shakes her head, laying out a handful of freshly bleached bandages and some scissors. “No, he’s been really good about it. I said that I’d like to wait until the New Year at least. Start fresh.

You nod, looking at her. Mel is a kind person, though she can be very outspoken and tough when needed -- you’ve seen this enough times when dealing with Abby or an unruly patient. But you’ve never seen her so happy. So flustered.

She giggles sometimes. Mel has never been a giggler.

Owen has been good for her. She needed someone to stop her from overworking herself, to make her feel appreciated and special, and if Owen is anything, he’s a hopeless romantic and a great distraction.

You let out a sigh, dramatically throwing you hand up to your forehead, pushing with your feet to spin on the chair.

“I can’t believe my wife is taking our child and leaving me for another! Leaving me to wallow in our shared home all alone.”

She snorts, throwing you a look over her shoulder, “Our child?”

“Alice, obviously.” You peek at her from behind your hand. “I expect visitation.”

Mel laughs, throwing her head back, “Of course. Wouldn’t dream of keeping her from seeing you.”

The room falls into a comfortable silence, Mel double checking the contents of her cart.

“Maybe when I move out you can see about getting someone else to move in so you’re not as lonely.”

You shrug, leaning your head all the way back on the headrest so it hangs over. You feel something shift and pop in your neck, a pressure fizzling away.

“Yeah, no. I’ll just live it bachelor style until someone needs the space.”

Mel hums, “So you wouldn’t even offer it to your mystery woman?”

You try so hard to school your reaction, to not make it so obvious how right she is, but it’s difficult when she gets you like that out of nowhere. You tilt your head up to look at the back of her head.

“My who?”

Mel turns around, a smirk playing at her lips. She knows she’s caught you out. “Don’t play dumb with me. I know you’ve been having someone over while I’m gone.”

Your cheeks pink as you go to defend yourself, but for the life of you, you can’t find a non-damning answer. You’re left stuttering, gaping like a fish.

“I- Who- You don’t know that.”

“Oh? Then why do you always ask if I plan to be home or not?”

“Can’t I be invested in your safety? As your friend- “

“And, “ she cuts you off, crossing her arms over her chest as she leans against the sanitation sink, “We both know you have trouble sleeping alone. But suddenly on the nights I’m gone, you come into work having slept like a baby? Nuh-uh.” She points an accusing finger your way. “You’ve got someone you’re bringing home that you’re not telling me about.”

She looks triumphant. Victorious in having called you out on your sneaking around.

Your hands come up to cover your face, hiding from her gaze.

“Mel, it’s not like that,” you groan, sliding down in your chair.

“Seems like that to me.”

“No, it’s just… we’re just friends. I’m just hanging out with a friend.”

She doesn’t believe you. You don’t have to be looking at her to know that for a fact. “And you’d be content to just… stay friends?”

“Obviously I’d be fine with whatever she wants,” you rush out, getting overwhelmed with the intimate questions.

Theres a beat of silence.

“But…” she prompts.

You throw you hands up, looking up at her, “Yes, Mel. Fine. If she was interested, I would take her up on it. Happy?”

Mel nods, pleased as punch at getting you to admit this out loud. She has a bad habit of doing that.

“So,” she breaks the silence, kicking off the bench, “Are you going to tell me who it is?”

You cringe. Seeing as they aren’t exactly on speaking terms, you doubt that she’s going to be super thrilled about Abby hanging out in her home while she’s gone.

“I… I don’t know, Mel. Sorry, I just- “

“Hey, it’s fine. I get it.” She says softly, walking over and placing a warm hand on your arm. “No hard feelings. I’m not going to be mad because you don’t want to tell me who you’re crushing on.”

You breathe out a sigh of relief, sagging against the backrest of the chair. “Thanks, Mel.”

“But if you ever wanted to talk about it- “

“Yes, yes,” you wave her off, unable to help yourself from smiling, “I’ll come to you about it.”

Mel smiles, pushing you on the shoulder so that you spin around in your chair.

“Come on, time for work.”

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[startrek-eridani]

Dr. Joanna Eleonora McCoy, Chief Medical Officer

Daughter of Dr. Leonard Horatio McCoy and Jocelyn McCoy, née Hall, was born on January 7, 2257. In her early life, she lived on the planet Centaurus, an Earth colony orbiting Alpha Centauri. She and her family were there in 2259 when the planet experienced a crop failure and the entire population was threatened by starvation; fortunately, philanthropist Carter Winston's intervention prevented the worst. While she was a toddler at the time, both of her parents repeated that story to her very often, and this selflessness inspired Joanna in her career. When she was four, her parent’s relationship, which was already fraught, broke apart in a messy divorce, partly due to her father’s job taking him off planet often, and her mother’s growing discontent with their relationship and her longing for a former sweetheart of hers. While they tried to shield her from it as best as they could by sending her often to stay over at her aunt and uncle Donna and Fred Withers, she still witnessed many arguments and was disheartened by the repetitive fights and the pressure to have to “pick a side”, even if her parents never asked her such a thing.

Deciding on a compromise, Joanna would stay for a few weeks with her mother on Centaurus, then a few weeks with her father on Earth, as he decided to return to live in Georgia to practice medicine. During these shuttle flights, Joanna fell in love with the vastness of space, seeing it as more of a bridge between her family than a dark, unknown dangerous thing as her father did. Additionally, these constant transitions made it hard for her to ever feel rooted and at home somewhere, except in space, which influenced her choice to pursue a Starfleet career.

Eventually, her father got a starfleet commission, and as such the visitation time was more stretched out, but she never lost contact with him. When he joined the crew of the Enterprise as CMO, Joanna often exchanged messages and video calls with her father. During that time, she continued her schooling on Centaurus and did her pre-med there, until 2278, when she decided to return to Earth for medical school at the University of Mississippi, of which Leonard McCoy was an alumni.

Being a young woman with her first real taste of freedom, she had a few situationships, namely with a woman named Marianne, with whom she believed she had a serious relationship, but it wasn't reciprocated.

In 2282, while already having gone through medical school, she decided to join Starfleet medical to take additional xenomedicine and xenobiology classes, as well as earning her qualification for space service and a Starfleet commission. It was where she first met Saavik, then a first year cadet who got herself injured in a less-than-fair boxing match with a jealous player of a rival baseball team while Joanna was volunteering as a medic on duty at the Academy Gym. During that period, she also dated Malcom Erikson, then an Academy upperclassman who had to retake a few fitness tests and classes to be allowed his full commission as an officer. Joanna’s time at the academy in San Francisco brought her closer with her father, partly because it allowed her to spend time with him regularly for the first time since he began serving when she was 12.

She then served on Luna base and on Mars as a doctor, then on Deep Space 2 from 2284 to 2290, before requesting to start working on ships, namely the U.S.S Carpenter until 2296, when newly appointed Captain Saavik made a request to have her as her CMO on the U.S.S Eridani.

Joanna’s father was nervous about her joining the fleet and very scared of her first long space deployment with the Eridani, and has always been wary of her joining Starfleet, considering his own dangerous experiences in space.

A shrewd doctor and surgeon, she inherited the fierce protectiveness of her father, and is known to have a temper when under pressure. She also is a very trusting person, being far less skeptical than her father, with a very loving and generous personality, and that has caused her to be burned one time too many in her romantic relationships. Despite that, her kindness remained, and her bedside manner was appreciated by many crewmembers, until she began berating them for their carelessness in the field.

[weshney]

Blog Masterpost

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Danny Phantom Stuff

Writing Prompts

Someone takes a trip through the ghost catcher and it's not Danny. Thus, Skater Boi Fun Vlad is born. Ecto-stone's random coincidence post that shows a visual.

Nobody knows AU. Except NOBODY KNOWS. Including Fenton and Phantom

Sentient Crown AU

Intangibility Power Move

Ghost Hunger AU. Free Range Mochi Balls

Older Doctor/Physical Therapist/Veteran Hero Danny

Wildlife Photographer Danny

Handyman/Doctor Danny

Eldrich Horror Danny makes a friend from another town as Phantom. But this kid is absolutely oblivious to Phantom's ghost status

Death (poisonous food) Eater Danny

Allergy Danny

Where Jack's driving finally pisses someone off enough that they set fire to the Fenton household in the dead (ha) of night

Danny's ice core makes his human half cold

Random time resets like Danny's made the wrong choice in a dating sim and has to load an earlier save

Someone in the DP universe suddenly gains additional personalities. Write this person using any personas available on the voice actor's roster

Snitches Get Stitches. Crime Witness

Danny gets hit by an invention that destabilizes his ghost form. Crossover potential.

DP x DC crossover

DPxMHA crossover. Danny follows AU version of himself

DP x MCU crossover. The collector gets a hold of Danny

Fluff. Helpful Dad Ghost

Fluff. Blob ghosts like Danny's aura

Horror/Humor. Lich King Danny

ANGST/SWEET. Victims of grave robbing

ANGST. Wes Dissection

ANGST. Live forever regardless of state of body

ANGST. One of Danny's parents get killed in battle. Ghost Parent AU

ANGST. TW suicide. What if one of the people Danny had to save on the regular was someone trying really hard to become a full ghost?

ANGST. Danny possesses someone, but the person gets heavily injured while he's inside them

ANGST. Radioactive Danny

ANGST. Danny's two halves get forcibly separated and for some reason, he can't put them back together again

Comic Prompts

Intoxicated Danny of some sort near someone he's crushing on

Headcanons

Danny's so strong and gets such a versatile power set coming from the fact that he's clueless

Danny impersonating random objects

Danny can remove his bones and pilot them separately from his body like a ghostly RC car

What if everyone in the Phandom became ghosts when they died? And we all just started populating the same city in the Zone?

Canon Danny would use a clone as his "twin" for carpool lanes and you can't convince me otherwise

Wes Weston has eczema

Snipet Writings

Skyrim x DP Part 1

Skyrim x DP Part 2

Malcom in the Middle x DP Crossover Summoning Oneshot

Shitpost/Memes

Legend Has It Comic

Jeff Jefferson Honey Badger Comic

Danny getting that puppy he always wanted meme

DannyMay Day 14: Seance (Yes Yes Board)

Gilf Vlad

Little Baby Man Raccoon Meme

Danny vs Princess Hamlet Meme

Gangster Glowstick Danny Meme

Jefferson Family GWE Cult Meme

You Tell Me 2023 EctoImplosion Stolen Art Style Animation Prank

2023 GWE Ice Age Meme

2023 GWE Disaster Danny Meme

LapWulf, ICarly Smoothie Meme, Manhwa Danny GWE2024 Line Arts

Artwork

PhantasyPhest Dragon Danny Transformation Animation (pre-tablet)

Ballroom Scandal Fanart Starlit Stable (invisobang2023, post-tablet)

Ballroom Scandal Fanart Phantom's Warning (invisobang2023, post-tablet)

Ballroom Scandal Fanart Misc Doodles (invisobang2023, post-tablet)

Danny Fenton's Bedroom (pre-tablet) or DPMarvel's Face to Face Cover Art

Free to Use Fabric Print (pre-tablet, there is one error that needs to be corrected where two symbols stacked....somewhere. lol)

Portal Panic Cover Art (color and sketch clean up only, pre-tablet)

Portal Panic Luke Myway Dani Phantom (pre-tablet)

Portal Panic Animal Hound Dog and Ojiro (pre-tablet)

Portal Panic Seaborne Nightcore Fanart (color and sketch clean up only, post-tablet)

Portal Panic Jazz Fanart (color and sketch clean up only, post-tablet)

Ghost Queen Sam (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet)

Danny Phantom Scooby Doo (gwe2023 color only)

Marionette Danny (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet)

Plant Core Danny (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet)

Electric Core Raichu Danny (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet)

I-Spy Haunted House Skeleton Danny (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet)

Jamming With Ember (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet)

Graveyard Danny (gwe2023 color only, pre-tablet) or Colorshifted

Amp It Up Ember (gwe2024 color only, post-tablet)

Creature Danny (gwe2024 color only, post-tablet)

Anger Management (gwe2024 color only, post-tablet)

Cowboy Danny (gwe2024 color only, post-tablet)

Danny In Japan - A Vacay Photo Album (gwe2024 colors only, post-tablet)

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Regular Stuff

Other Writing Prompts

Principal Nezu in Fullmetal Alchemist

Random

Rap Battle Mages

Polyandere

Event/Blog Ideas

Fanart Event

Commenter Blog

[sullustangin]

Fluffy February 2024 Master List

Huzzah! I wrote 29 things for Fluffy February (ok, 28 things plus one very fluffy chapter for my bigger fluffy fan fic).

Highlights: I developed my canon for both Lenn Teraan and Cole Cantarus. I wrote another Akaavi/Mako piece (someone needs to write them an epic Carbonite Years fic). I posted my most explicit work so far (is that a low light?). Dr. Oggurobb has decided to weigh in a lot lately.

I'll post the round up list, and then reblog with the AO3 link.

Snow -- 10 ATC - the smuggler crew lands on Alderaan

Eavesdrop -- 22 ATC -- Someone is spying in the cantina.

Entertain -- 21 ATC -- Theron and Eva do an intel drop at a casino.

Learn -- 10 ATC -- Eva learns how to dance from Lenn Teraan.

Planet -- 29 ATC (chronologically "now" in canon) -- Eva buys a planet. Because.

Fire -- 36 ATC -- Eva, Theron, and the big family on Odessen roast marshmallows.

Recovery -- 24 ATC -- Eva recovers from the Nathema Conspiracy. Risha makes sure of it. CW for untended anorexia.

Smile --over the years -- Theron's teeth may not be real, but his smiles are.

Storm -- 5 ATC -- Eva meets her first magnetic storm.

Care -- 21/22 ATC -- After Theron is injured, Eva makes sure he gets the care he needs.

Quest -- 39 ATC -- Theron and his band of adventurers... need to go to bed.

Discipline -- 40 BTC -- the Grand Admiral headcanon/backstory that's been rattling around.

Splurge -- 25 ATC -- Eva buys Theron a gift that isn't exactly what he wanted.

Free space! I added to Elysium, for a little while.

Craft -- Carbonite Years -- Akaavi knits something for Mako for the first time; in terms of the relationship, that's a big deal.

Spontaneous --- Theron and Eva rope Lana into one of their schemes.

Pleasure -- 22 ATC -- Eva speculates on some of the alternative universes in which she met Theron differently.

Pain -- sometime between 25 ATC and 29 ATC -- Bit of a kinky piece wherein Theron has his old scars replaced by Eva. This is Explicit for sexual activity, biting, bruising, and blood.

Shadow -- the legend of the Voidhound, from a child's perspective.

Partners -- 21 ATC -- A Theron/Eva heist fic, with their radio comms as cover

Reward -- 40 ATC -- Dr. Oggurobb finally retires... or so he thinks, thanks to Bowdaar.

Sacrifice -- 29 ATC (between patches 7.2 and 7.3) -- Theron sacrifices one of the few things to survive from his childhood. Eva is a pregnant person in this fic, so CW for that.

Dance - Eva dances with Jace Malcom. This is a continuation of an eventual post-Nathema fic about a party.

Apology -- 28 ATC (Between Elom and 7.3) -- Theron liberates Arcann from his job at a fast food join in Dromund Kaas by punching him in the face. No, I will not elaborate (I will totally elaborate).

Kiss -- 21 ATC -- Theron thinks about the his views on good morning kisses in the early days after Eva's return.

Rain -- 21 ATC -- Theron finds Eva out in the rain after Koth is worried about her. It's not as bad as it looks.

Protect -- 14 ATC -- Dr. Oggurobb meets the Voidhound on Makeb.

Shy -- 13 ATC -- Cole Cantarus becomes friends with benefits with Eva (she pays at the bar).

Fresh -- anytime after 23 ATC -- C2-N2 tries to start spring cleaning on Virtue's Thief. "Tries" is the operative word here.

Taglist

@fluffyfebruary, @ayresis, @starlightcleric, @ermingarden, @blueburds-but-swtor, @vihola, @commanderlurker, @sarpndo, @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond, @vexa-legacy, @grandninjamasterren

[shark-myths]

which of my top 5 characters are your favorite?

thank you @postmodernau for the tag! this one threw me because as soon as you tagged me, any media I have ever consumed in my life left my head in totality. in the end I came up with way too many though and you shall be treated to essays on my choices prior to the vote.

i tag: @nomaptomyowntreasure @setting-in-a-honeymoon @blurrycow @leyley09 @jlf23tumble @gayiconjamesflint @jazzthecat00

the faves - i tried to come up with some less obvious ones:

Boromir from Lord of the Rings - the greatest character of all time. He is the symbol of hope and frailty and optimism and fear, how easily our hearts can be poisoned when we bear the expectations and burdens of everyone else, how what is pure and brave and true in our natures shows through in the end; the model of honor and weakness and courage that doesn’t flinch, and carrying on even when you scare yourself; help I’ve made myself cry again

Q from Star Trek - 10/10 antics and commitment to the bit, could not possibly be more in love with Picard, a perfect chaos demon in all ways

Ian Malcolm from Jurassic Park - injured Ian Malcolm is my best Halloween costume ever and also how I landed spouse #2. He is my idol, my aspiration, my gay dad and/or awakening

Leslie Knope from Parks and Rec - given that in personality I am virtually indistinguishable from Ben Wyatt, it should come as no surprise I adore Leslie and named her as my role model in grad school interviews

Ripley from Alien - the biggest fan of the way she was written as a masculine part and it made zero difference when they cast Sigourney instead; also a huge fan of the way she has a Jesus arc and becomes the monster, literally perfect writing, no notes

[spoopydidit]

One of my favorite scenes from Jurassic Park, has got to be the T-Rex chase scene. You have Malcom, Satler and Muldoon being chased by Rexy who is easily catching up to them. Of course all three of them are freaking the fuck out, but one thing I notice is that Ian puts Ellie behind him DESPITE being injured AND being the one that is the easiest for Rexy to reach. Like, yeah, Malcolm is a playboy and eccentric, but this scene (one of many tbf) that shows how he isn't as superficial as we first think he is.

[importantangeldefendor]

OC superhero team profile

impossible girl : Real name: Saturn

Height: 5'8

Gender: F

How they act: positive , excited, and often times eager to share any facet of being alive with others

Core traits: Genuinely loves everyone.

Strengths: loving, creative, patient,

Weaknesses - Conflict avoidant, naive, overly forgiving, self-loathing

Likes: Musicals, community service, superhero stories, stuffed animals

Dislikes: Difficult conversations, the Celestial shards, having to Hurt others, HATES being in pain .

Backstory: She lived with her abusive transphobic mother before "The Great Shine" caused her to gain telekinesis . She accidentally injured her mother before running away . She ended up playing as a homeless superhero for a bit before being found by the AHRA and eventually adopted by one of its directors, a friendly alien named Kalari.

While being a child in the agency, she meets Danera, aka the world's smartest teenager (at the time) who promptly takes her under their wing.

3 years pass more or less peacefully until the 2nd celestial shard appears and the plot kicks off

Favorite TV show: Sailor moon

Favorite food: Burtali, an alien fruit from her Alien mom Home world.

Animal woman real name: Danera stripes

Height: 5'6

Gender: F

How they act: Goofy, smug, smarter than you, Playful .

Core traits: utterly brilliant, still finds ways to overestimate herself, intensly curius and deeply loves her friends - ESPECIALLY Jupiter.

Strengths; Determined, brilliant, adaptative

Weaknesses: Prideful, holds important information, manipulative, kind of a dick sometimes .

Likes: Math, junk food, fighting games, Nature documentaries .

Dislikes: Cheaters, not knowing tf is going on, being bored, magic, just all of it.

Backstory: She was a child genius who was discovered by the science society at an orphanage after she successfully auto mated the whole thing. She met and bonded with Row Wilkins, a fellow brilliant scientist, and worked with them for a handful of years.

However encountering the celestial shard during the great flash, she not only gained the ability to turn into animals but soon came around to realizing the whole "protecting the world from the shadows' thing was never going to work out so she decided go Join AHRA . There she later and became incredibly close to Jupiter, considering her like a little sister.

Favorite TV show: Cosmos

Favorite food: Gulab Jamun

Glueman: Real name: John lamar

Height: 6,0

Gender: M

How they act: responsible, straight man, anxious, complainer

Core traits: Would do anything for the people he loves, Comically out his league, indomitable spirit

Strengths: Quick-witted, stubborn, responsible, hard-working

Weaknesses: Close-minded, just a pinch of sexism , over estimates himself, doesn't do self care

Likes: Family sitcoms, Schedules and people following them, chemistry, superhero comics.

Dislikes: Eldrich abominations, Progressive rock, Sexy men (they make him question himself)

Backstory: He grew up in a somewhat normal, abliet dysfunctional household and was forced to take care of his sister from a young age. He overcame these obstacles and eventually got a degree in chemistry.

On a seemingly ordinary day, he was driving his sister to school when the celestial shard crashed right into them, to which his sister grabbed and briefly absorbed the shard before disappearing in a giant flash,

As a result, he put his chemistry career on hold and dedicated himself to joining AHRA to find his lost sibling. 3 years of hard work (and successfully inventing an entirely new substance) have put him here . Let's hope he doesn't die along the way!

Favorite TV show: Malcom In the middle

Favorite food: Mac and cheese

Goliath real name: Ava Hope's

Height: 6'10

How they act: Gruff, Sarcastic, Prone to brooding

Core traits: Terrified of the world but just brave enough to keep going with the help of her friends.

Strengths: Accepting, self-aware, empathetic, strong sense of justice.

Weaknesses - Depressed, Internally terrified, Body dysphoria.

Likes: Gay pop music , superheroes writing horror fiction,

Dislikes: Emo music, board games, junk food,

Backstory: She was an ordinary (very pretty) college girl when the shard exploded in NYC, granting her mile super strength and furred arms . She played at being a hero for a bit before being captured by the COUNTER CONSPIRACY AGENCY and was expiermened on to harness her unique power .

This failed - but not before turning her from a 5'5 Woman into a towering furry giant with incredible strength that barely looks human . Naturally this wasn't exactly a pleasant expiernce!

She decided to quit any chance at a normal life when , attempting to attend her little sisters graduation had AHRA called on her . All this shaped her into being an callous and cynical person far from the idealistic girl she once was.

Still, she refuses to give into what was done to her and chooses to use her powers for the good of mankind .

[titanium-arum]

You hear... flapping. Like a bird. Squelching, like flesh. Whirring, like a machine. Someone's at your door.

They stand beyond it for minutes before deciding to knock. When you open the door, you're greeted by Jackdaw, or, rather you greet them. They don't talk.

White hair is glued to their face with sweat and tears. They're shirtless, pressing a haphazard knot-ball of loose, dirty bandages to their abdomen. Those are, were the bandages they use to cover the Crow-brand surgery scars on their chest. The strips of cotton are stained red where they meet the open gash.

There's nothing behind their eyes. - @j-ckdaw

Florez ushers in the injured(?????) hero into their lab as quickly as possible, bringing them over to a shabby living room.

Jackdaw is able to finally see Malcom's handiwork in action as Florez moves about the room, long tendrils of sinew and muscle stretching about the room as they work on making sure their guest doesn't bleed out.

Silently, carefully, they cut fresh bandages, wrapping strips of cloth across their torso with their normal arm, making sure they apply enough pressure to help the wound clot. Across the room, the tendrils coming from their other shoulder search through cupboards and drawers, eventually getting an electric kettle set up for a warming cup of tea.

....... Florez is pretty silent already. Hopefully Jackdaw doesn't mind the silence.

[leighiche]

@frser

the walls of lallybroch had always been home , though now ? he finds the walls altered with the passing of time. jenny , and ian not quite as he remembered them ... memories that linger and do not quite match what has happened in his absence , absence there's guilt. an air to jamie that he knows stems from the desire to be once more known to tenants , to uphold his fathers name whose untimely death never quite sat right in heart. the idea of his father watching him as randall unleashed hell upon broad shoulders was enough to weaken any man with a strong constitution. his father had been the only man whom jamie wished to measure himself against. ' are you saying you don't like who i've become ? ' his brows knit as an eyebrow arches , ' claire i cannot turn my people away .... perhaps it is ego that rules me , the want to be everything that my father once envisioned for such a place ' his voice steadfast , stubbornness and pride swell. ' for i can see the past and present within these very halls and i don't think i was ready for such a thing , it's my fault you don't know jenny ... my fault that i have perhaps been drinking more than my fair share - my father's shadow is one that is more painful than i care to admit ' the fireplace etches his features in such a light that make him quite vulnerable , the idea that he is but three and twenty. in later years he'll look back with the knowledge that he hadn't been the best husband , that marriage was more complicated than one could imagine.

' i love you sasanach , i'm sorry if my fear of the past has mixed with the present ' an arm going to rest upon the hearth of the fireplace that resides in their bedroom , a room that had once belonged to his parents , ' what can i do to put you at ease ? '

"The problem isn't who you've become." A young and uncertain husband, unsure of what to do with his time traveling, forward thinking wife - in his position, she's not sure what she'd do either. However, they have grown into their dynamic. They had well before their wedding was ever arranged. No, that's not what she refers to here. He took her past the threshold of Lallybroch and became someone else, that someone is not Jamie.

"Jamie, if I had the opportunity to meet Jenny sooner then who is to say I would have gotten to meet her at all. You wouldn't have been at Leoch, your shoulder wouldn't have been injured. I'd probably be dead in the ditch because Murtagh wouldn't have been there to find rescue me in my confusion." The pieces had fallen just so for their meeting. She isn't religious, never put so much faith in a singular being in that way, but for Jamie and this mysterious connection, this constant need to be near to him that puts a shame to her marriage with Frank and all the love she thought herself capable of wanting, needing, and able to give. "Jenny and I will come to terms with time. I am a sassenach," there's a sting to the word that bites unlike the loving way Jamie says it, "In her home. I will have to gain her trust just as I di the McKenzie's. I only hope that there will be less crass language in the process."

Claire removes herself from the bed. Arms dragging quilt from it with her where she bundles herself up in its warmth. She stands behind Jamie. "It's not the drinking. I think I know my way around a drunk Scot by now. You're trying to be someone you're not." A hand braves the cold, thankful for the comfort of the hearth to keep the nipping cold at bay, and takes one of Jamie's hands. "I stayed to be with you because I love you, James Alexander Malcom McKenzie Fraser." It's an admission that still stings deep in her heart. A spark lit by the gold band she still wears upon her finger, shaming her. "I want you to come back to me, but I'm not sure what would ease me would ease you. What if you told me about your father, I'm sure I would have loved to have met him."

[agentcable]

The Lost World: Jurassic Park (1997)

Four years after "Jurassic Park", John Hammond loses control of his company to his nephew, Peter Ludlow. On the verge of bankruptcy, Ludlow plans to exploit dinosaurs from InGen's second island, Isla Sorna, with plans for a new dinosaur theme park in San Diego. Hammond sneds a team, led by Ian Malcom, to the island to document the dinosaurs and encourage non-interference. The two groups eventually come into conflict.

If you want to watch the movie for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

Four years after Jurassic Park, a rich British couple went on vacation on Isla Sorna, 87 miles from Isla Nublar. The daughter wanders into the wilderness and is attacked by Compsognathus.

The lawsuit against InGen leads to John Hammond resigning as CEO. His nephew, Peter Ludlow, takes over the company. Meanwhile, mathematician Dr. Ian Malcolm reveals to the media that InGen is cloning dinosaurs. He can't support his claims because InGen will sue him.

Hammond asks Malcolm for help. InGen has another island, Isla Sorna, where they did the original research and made the animals. A hurricane forced the dinosaurs to be released into the wild. Ludlow convinces InGen's investors that a dinosaur theme park is a good idea. He decides to capture several animals and bring them to San Diego, where InGen is finishing construction on an abandoned Jurassic Park stadium. Hammond is trying to stop this. If he gathers experts to document the dinosaurs, he may get enough support to save them from captivity. Malcom first says no, but then learns that his girlfriend, paleontologist Dr. Sarah Harding, is already on the island. He reluctantly agrees to go to rescue Sarah. As he prepares for the trip, Ian is visited by his daughter, Kelly Curtis.

The rest of Hammond's team is made up of engineer Eddie Carr and wildlife documentarian Nick Van Owen. Ian meets his daughter Kelly in the garage. The two talk about their lives, but Kelly is unsure about her father going to Isla Sorna, which causes a rift. They arrive by boat and find Sarah in the wilderness. After escaping a herd of stegosaurus, the group returns to their camp and finds Kelly, who secretly stowed away on the trailer. Ian tries to contact the boat, but InGen has sent a second team to the island to hunt down the dinosaurs.

The InGen Hunters arrive with all-terrain vehicles and equipment, carried by helicopters. Roland Tembo and his hunting partner Ajay Sidhu are leading the InGen team. They came to the island to hunt a male Tyrannosaurus. Also on the team is paleontologist Dr. Robert Burke and Ludlow, who is in charge of the mission.

By nightfall, the InGen team had captured several dinosaurs. Roland and Ajay find a baby Rex nest and capture it to use as bait for the adults. As Peter prepares to stream to the InGen board room, Nick says that Ludlow has arrived and is capturing the animals. Nick must free them because Hammond wants it.

Nick is later revealed to be a member of Earth First!, a radical environmental group that engages in sabotage. Nick and Sarah sneak into the camp and free the dinosaurs. They also cut the fuel lines of the InGen vehicles. In the chaos, cars explode, setting off fires that spread through the camp. Pachycephalosaurus, Stegosaurus, and Triceratops destroy tents and injure people while they and the other dinosaurs escape. A burning vehicle is thrown into the air and headed for a tree where Roland and Ajay are standing. They jump to safety.

Nick frees the chained infant Tyrannosaur and brings it back to the trailer to fix its broken leg. Kelly gets excited when she hears the baby cry, so Ian takes her to the "high hide", a platform in the trees.

As Eddie and Kelly go up the high hide, Ian goes back to the trailer just before the dinosaur parents come to look for their baby. Sarah returns the infant to its parents, who attack the double-trailer because the infant is injured. The adults leave after forcing the trailer over a cliff with Ian, Nick, and Sarah inside. Eddie drives the SUV to the trailer and helps, leaving Kelly on the high hide. He ties a rope to a tree and throws it to Ian, Sarah, and Nick. Eddie hooks the SUV to the trailer and tries to pull it back. As he tries to save the trio, the T-Rex parents return and kill Eddie.

The trailer falls off the cliff, but the trio survives by holding the rope Eddie tied to the tree. The Hunters help them climb back up.

Ian, Sarah, Nick, and Kelly join the rival Hunters after their vehicles and communication equipment are destroyed. Sarah and Burke say the T-Rexes destroyed the trailers because they moved their infant into the camp and now feel the need to defend it. They have to go to the abandoned building to call for help. Peter says the area is close to a Velociraptor nesting site. Sarah says the T-Rexes will follow them as long as they think the group is a threat to the infant.

While trekking, Dieter Stark leaves the group to use the bathroom and gets lost. His friend Carter is listening to headphones and does not hear Dieter. Dieter is killed by a pack of Compsognathus while wandering.

The Tyrannosaurus duo found the camp at night. Carter screams, and everyone panics. Roland tries to shoot the male Tyrannosaurus, but he's missing the bullets. Nick stole them to stop him. He uses a tranquilizer gun instead. The female T-Rex pursues the hunters, steps on Carter, and traps the others behind a waterfall. Burke sees a snake and runs into the jaws of the Rex, who eats him. It was a harmless milk snake. The hunters travel through tall grass after losing the T-Rex. Ajay tries to warn them, but they don't listen and are killed by Velociraptors.

Ian and his group make it through the field and run to the operations building, while the raptors hunt the hunters. Nick goes into the building and calls for help while Ian, Sarah, and Kelly fight off three raptors. The group reunites and boards a helicopter.

On the flight out, they see Roland has taken the male Tyrannosaur Buck, which is being prepared for the journey to the mainland. Ludlow orders his men to find the infant and fly it to San Diego.

InGen invites investors and reporters to watch the T-Rex arrive. The ship crashes into the dock. Security guards board the ship and find the crew dead. A guard opens the cargo door to look for survivors. Ian says not to open the hold, so the T-Rex leaves the cargo bay and heads into San Diego. Malcom tells Peter, "Now you're John Hammond."

Ian and Sarah ask Ludlow where the infant is. He says the infant was flown in by plane and is at the Jurassic Park amphitheater. They get the infant from the amphitheater while the adult causes chaos in the city.

Ian and Sarah lure the male Tyrannosaur with the infant and take it to the ship. Ludlow orders the police to shoot the adult, then follows the couple onto the ship. They escape the ship, and Peter goes into the cargo hold alone to look for the infant. The infant's father returns and berates Peter for tampering with his child. Ludlow tries to run away, but the angry parent bites him and puts him back. Then, the infant kills it. Sarah shoots the T-Rex with a tranquilizer dart as Malcolm closes the cargo hold door.

The next morning, Ian, Sarah, and Kelly watch a news report on TV about the dinosaurs' return to Isla Sorna. John Hammond says the island should be kept isolated for thte dinosaurs. The dinosaurs need to be alone to survive. He also quotes Malcolm: "Life finds a way." The last scene shows the T-Rex couple with their baby, the stegosaurus herd on the move with their young, and a flock of pteranodons flying in and landing on a tree, ending the film.

[simbasomba]

Apocalypse oc’s because I can (it’s Angiepocalypse; the lore to my ocs that I will actually post art of)

Angie is the leader of her travel gang, the members are: Simba/Val (my sona/a short magical cat creature), Rabbi (an alive rabbit plush who acts like they recently escaped a mental health clinic), Malcom (the cooler one, also the deputy) Leah (the amateur), Dalton (literally the only normal one), Eleshia (the one everyone thought was dead), Dalton (the traumatized one) and Rio (the weerd girl). That’s a total of 8 members.

It started out when Angie was 12 and her friend, Eleshia was turning 14: they were both born into the apocalypse in separate tribes (30-200 people). Eleshia was abandoned from her tribe when she was maybe 8?? So when spent the last 6 years fending for herself before she met a lost Angie.

Angie was a juvenile, outgoing person who did not know shit about combat because she lived underground with her tribe until she got lost. Eleshia found her and helped her out, leading her to her base and letting her rest. And that’s when the travel gang started.

Angie and Eleshia spent four years together: Eleshia was 18 and Angie was 16. They were raiding a mall together when a monster ambushed them. They fought: Angie dodging attacks with agility while shooting the monster from afar, while Eleshia used her spear to attack the monster from behind. Sadly, the monster was fucking huge so while Angie got onto their motorcycle and drove away with a ripped off foot and deep gashes all along her body and face Eleshia Gaye’s in the mall fighting the monster. Her fate is unknown.

Angie was still driving away from the mall when an honestly badass car swerved right next to her. Inside of it was two people: Prillie (the cool one) and Malcom (the cooler one.) they both noticed that Angie was extremely hurt and seemed like she was going to pass out so they invited her into their car, which they seemed to have settled in, and drove her to their base with her motorcycle in the back.

They provided Angie with food and Medicine, observing her carefully to make sure she didn’t move too much to irritate her mangled foot. Rio sat next to Angie with a cup of water and painkillers while Malcom was outside, protecting the base from any monsters with his bow and arrow. Prillie had wrapped Angie’s mauled foot with bandages and herbs with great experience, it seemed like she was the healer of their duo.

Angie, Malcom, and Prillie stayed together as a duo for a year, Angie 16, and Malcom and Prillie 17. They were simply walking in a forest when another fucking monster stumbled upon them because, y’know, apocalypse. Angie fought with her shotgun and spear while Malcom fought with his bow and arrow and Prillie fought with a large sword-knife of some sort. Eventually, the monster overpowered them and was about to kill the injured trio when a knife shot through its head.

The trio was confused, looking for the person who threw the knife, only to be met withhhhh…AN ALIVE RABBIT PLUSHY!!!

Angie and Prillie’s jaws dropped while Malcom let out a high pitched scream as the rabbit strutted towards them without a care in the world. “I’m joining your team” said the rabbit. Angie and Prillie replied with “Yay!” While Malcom passed out.

Since it can now officially be called a gang because it has four people: the travel gang stayed together for another year, Angie is now 17, Prillie is 18, Malcom is 18, and Rabbi the rabbit plushy is a plush I don’t think they have ages- so yeah these people were an unstoppable group: Rabbi was fierce as hell, Malcom gave no mercy, Prillie has a mini gun, and Angie always screamed “FOR ELESHIA!!” Whenever she murdered a monster which always confused her group but they never bothered to ask.

One day, GUESS WHAT?? Another beast overpowers them and kills Rio because I like torturing these little guys! Angie is so stunned and just stands there while Rabbi beats the beast up continuously with Eleshia’s spear while Malcom is crying over Rio’s dead body because they were friends since birth hehehe.

Angie turns to Malcom and hugs him as the another monster slowly emerges from the shadows. Rabbi is like “uhh, guys!! We gotta go!!”

Angie, Malcom, and Rabbi turn to face the honestly fucking huge monster and they all get ready to beat its ass before something that looks like a cyan glowing rope grabs hold of the monster and beats it to the wall.

The trio looks to see what the rope is coming from just to be faced wiiiith….VAL/SIMBA!!! A magical cat creature thingy!!

Val summons what seems like cyan shards and immediately impales the monster with them, killing it in an instant.

“Im joining your group” says Simba. Rabbi replies with “YAYYYY!!!”. Angie and Malcom cry over Rio’s dead body.

After two years of the travel gang being together, Angie is 18, Malcom is 19, Rabbi is a plush, and Val is…no one knows lmao (not even me and they ARE me)

The gang stumbles upon a dog while raiding an abandoned house, a golden retriever to be specific. Malcom, Angie, and Val are obsessing over it, doing the baby voice and calling it cute, while Rabbi is about to stab it. Val lifts Rabbi from the floor while she continues to obsess over the dog with the humans.

The dog leads the gang to what seems to be an abandoned school and leads them inside of it, Val and Rabbi take the lead with the dog because if anyone could kill a small monster or zombie in an instant, it would be them. The dog leads the gang to a classroom that someone seems to have settled in. It’s decorated with yellow fairy lights and a few plants surround the class, and right smack dab in the corner is a tent. It looks like it has a person in it.

The dog enters the tent, and quickly exits with a pale girl that has long, straight black hair. She wears a dirty white t-shirt, black shorts, and a school backpack as if she didn’t have any actual surviving supplies.

The girl looks like she’s going to burst with joy when she spots the gang. “OHMYGODOHMYGOD HIII!!! ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IF MET ALIVE PEOPLE!!! I’m Leah!”

They all introduce eachother and Leah explains how for the past few years she’s been living in the abandoned school, hidden form monsters, so she does not have any experience in combat. Obviously, Angie ends up changing that.

Leah and Mufasa (the dog) join the gang and for the past few years, Angie has been training Leah all she knows when it comes to survival in the apocalypse, whether or not it’s battle against monsters, that she may or may not have learned from Eleshia, or basic herbalogy that she may or may not not have learned from Rio.

After two years of traveling, raiding, training, and fighting, the travel gang finally stumble upon another group while raiding a base they thought was empty.

New character tiiiiime!!: Alaini, the leader of the new group, Dalton, her second in command, Kennedy, the healer of the group, and Marshall.

Dalton and Marshall immediately get ready to fight the travel gang, dalton taking out two pistols and Marshall taking out a Rifle. The travel Gang return their weapons into their bags and raise their hands, showing no harm.

Dalton backs off, putting his pistols back into his backpack, meanwhile Marshall is about to pull the trigger on his rifle. Alaini hits his arm and pushes him alway from the gang.

Kennedy rises from her bed and introduces herself, as well as the rest of the base group. The travel gang introduce themselves as well.

After the introductions, Marshall and Kennedy question Simba and Rabbit, Marshall disturbed and Kennedy intrigued. Rabbi explains how they came to life by an unknown substance provided by the apocalypse, and Val simply just shrugs and says “Im just here, man.”

The travel gang applause to the base group and explain how they thought the base was empty, Leah scrambles to find the exit of the base before Malcom takes her arm and leads her to the exit along with Val, Mufasa, Angie, and Rabbi.

Angie and Leah get on Angie’s motorcycle as Rabbi, Val, and Malcom enter the car. They are all about to speed off when Alaini exits the bunker and postpones them, asking them if they’d like to merge with her group as a small tribe. Rabbi is hesitant with the offer, Leah is excited, Malcom is fine with merging, Val and Mufasa are just happy to meet new people, and Angie accepts the offer.

Now, as a traveling tribe, Alaini, Angie, Marshall, Kennedy, Dalton, Val/Simba, Mufasa, Leah, Malcom, and Rabbi have been reviving the apocalypse together for a few months before Marshall, Kennedy, Alaini and MUFASA SOBBB die. They (mostly Dalton and Leah) grieve, but eventually move on for another year.

One night while everyone is sleeping, Leah sneaks out of the car and decides to hunt for fish in a nearby river. There, she meets a young girl in what seems to be a clock mask. The girl notices Leah and approaches her. The young girl introduces herself as Rio, taking off her clock mask to reveal a scarred yet stunning face. Leah invites Rio to the travel gang and Rio accepts, following Leah back to the car. In the morning, Angie wakes up first and screams, pointing at Rio and yelling “WHY IS THERE A RANDOM PERSON IN OUR CAR!?!?”

Leah explains to Angie about Rio and Angie calms down. She says to Leah that Rio has permission to join but next time, she needs to ask Angie if someone could merge with the travel gang.

So maybe a year after traveling with Rio, they are traveling the forest, everyone in the badass car following Angie’s even more badass motorcycle. Suddenly, they all stumble upon a village! The gang immediately exit the car while Angie gets off of her scooter, they all admiring the village in amazement. They quickly entered the place, more surprised and happy than hostile.

All of the gang is excited to meet another living tribe except for Val, Rabbi and Dalton who honestly does not give two shits and just wanna raid the place and leave, especially Dalton, who lost all of his original tribe.

After figuring out no one lives in the village, leaving the gang disappointed (that doesn’t stop them from raiding the place lmao) So after that, they decide to leave. Just as Angie hops onto her scooter and is starting it, she hears a rustling in the car. She gets off of her motorcycle and enters the car while the rest of the group is still searching for anything that could benefit them later on.

Angie slowly opens the car door, and is faced with an old friend. There she was, looking around the gang’s car. Eleshia. Angie whispers Eleshia’s name quietly, but loud enough to get Eleshia’s attention. Angie quickly notices that Eleshia has a prosthetic as a leg, and she assumes she lost her leg form the monster she last saw her battling.

Eleshia turns around, just to see Angie. Eleshia jumps at the leader and quickly captures her in a hug, tears falling down her face. Angie breaks in tears just as Eleshia did and hugs back as tight as she could.

Eleshia quickly apologizes for attempting to raid the groups car and Angie forgives her before immediately inspecting her, seeing at how much she changed. She has multiple scars slashed across her face and arms, and her remaining leg was completely covered by baggy sweats. She wore a jean-jacket, covering a black, plain t-shirt. If it wasn’t the apocalypse, Angie would guessed Eleshia was going out for a collage party, but sadly, the closest thing they can have to that are…well, nothing.

The gang are about to enter the car when they spot Angie and Eleshia hugging. They are all like “who is this bitch?” ESPECIALLY MALCOM because Malcom and Angie are the ultimate besties. Dalton and Malcom are about to question Eleshia but Angie quickly introduces her to the gang. They are all like “WOAHHHH” because Angie has told them stories about her and Eleshia’s adventures when their phones were dead sob.

Eleshia is like “WOAHAHSHAHSHAUHSUSHSUSS YOU MADE A FUCKING TRIBE!?!?” And Angie says “ye” so Eleshia is very impressed and all the gang is amazed with Eleshia.

So she joins the tribe and now it’s just about them surviving in the apocalypse <33333

Now, for some tiny thingies that can be considered headcannons:

Angie refuses to take off her bandana because it used to be Prillies

Dalton and Malcom are kissamies

Leah has this big ass scar that leads from her neck to her stomach and no one knows how she got it.

Leah has always viewed Angie as a big-sister figure from the moment she met her

The first time Malcom and Dalton kissed was when they were in the middle of an argument because Malcom was tired of Daltons bickering

Simba, Rabbi, and Mufasa talk to eachother sometimes because they all know how to speak the same language: and that usually ends in them all talking shit.

Angie and Malcom are distantly related and come from the same tribe

Leah and Val have such a sweet friendship it’s so cute

Leah bet 20 bucks Malcom and Dalton would get together and Angie bet 20 bucks Dalton and Malcom would stay kissamies. Neither of them ever got their money.

Sometimes when Dalton goes to Alaini, Kennedy, and Marshall’s graves, Angie follows him outside and they grieve together. Eventually, Angie told him about Eleshia so now Dalton is the only one who knows about Angie’s old friend.

Everyone in the gang wears something to cover their face: Angie wears a motorcycle helmet and a bandana, Malcom wears these futuristic ass sunglasses and a bandana, Leah wears a gas mask, Rio wears a clock helmet, Rabbi is a fucking rabbit, Mufasa also wears a bandana, Val wears a cloak, and Dalton wears a purge mask.

Even though Rio has the most stunning face ever (according to Leah) she prefers to wear her clock mask.

Rio is the healer of the gang but Dalton could be of service when needed

They still have phones but whenever they call for help, there’s no one to pick up so eventually they gave up trying. (But they still do stuff on their phones; play games, listen to music, etc.)

Angie likes music by Penelope Scott, Malcom likes music like SunFlower, Rabbi thinks music is a waste of time, Val and Rio like ethereal music or music like “a new side of me” by Blake Roman (they share earbuds) Leah likes the “WolfWalkers” playlist, Dalton likes the type of music you’d find in “TMNT mutant mayhem”, and Eleshia likes music like “Cuff-it” by Beyoncé just for the “Bet ya you’ll go far, bet ya you’ll see stars, bet ya you’ll elevate,” etc. parts.

Also, guess who sketched out a design idea for Angie.

I did. It was me.

[herl0yalmaid]

==> Go Home

Your specific injuries are to be determined later, and it's unknown how long you've truly been gone. Though, you're also truly too tired to care. You don't want to bother the green (and you mean in the untrained sense) medical staff and you don't feel like bothering the Lady until you've properly rested. Just a few hours in your bed... that's all you want. You'll change the bloody sheets later, you'll put on something comfy when you get up.

You think of your bedroom- the one you shared with your other half for so many years. You think of how big and empty it feels without him, and you think of the fact you've probably left the whole place in disarray. Would anyone dare come in there to clean up? You wonder if you've made enough emotional connection with all the new, unfamiliar people in your home for it to matter to anyone else.

With a sizzle, crackle, and POP you appear with a flash of rainbow static in the very bedroom you imagined. It's dark, but thankfully you know the layout quite well. It's only a few steps from where you arrived to flop into bed with an unceremonious roll. You're already kicking off your shoes before you realize you've bumped into someone... laying in your bed.

You turn to look at them, but you never could see in the dark very well. You feel the figure turn to look at you, too, and a pair of glowing... green eyes... stare at you, in shock. Eyes that you'd recognize in any room, no matter how dark it was.

You don't trust it- something has to be wrong about this. Are you dreaming? Did you go somewhere that isn't home...? You crawl back on the bed, and you see the figure shift and try to grab you, but before they can- you fall backwards off the bed headfirst.

The impact hits hard, and you lay there for a moment seeing lights and stars no matter how many times you open your eyes and then close them again. Something about you, mentally, physically, gives up. All you see and hear and feel is darkness closing in, as you pass out on the carpeted floor of the bedroom.

It's odd, because you don't even dream. You're mostly in the void, and a part of you is still on the surface, registering that someone picks you up in an oddly reverent way- gingerly, carefully. They hold you close and begin to move as you fade in and out. You hear them shout something, and then begin to go down a set of stairs. You don't have the wherewithal to imagine which set- only that the motion is sickening and you recoil, and they seem to move a bit slower at that. Soon there's chatter, and the noise stings in your ears and makes lights flash in the dark. It's only when the talking around you stops that you finally begin to drift away, being set down onto something akin to a bed, but not the most comfortable one. You can feel yourself sinking into it regardless, like maybe you can finally rest like you wanted to up in your bedroom...

However, you don't. You wait... and wait. until a soft music begins to fill your ears. A song you recognize from your youth- it was popular back then. It makes you squirm in the bed, only to find that what is actually beneath you is carpet... clean, and soft.

It panics you- you sit up with a startle and find yourself in one of the many green parlors of the Felt manor. You're about to start swinging when someone gently takes hold of you and take you into a hug.

"Hey, hey, it's okay! You fell asleep while the news was being broadcast. I wanted to let you sleep because... well, you know. I know you have those nightmares all the time. I was hoping maybe this time you'd have some peaceful sleep..."

You sink into the hug... you recognize the voice. It's that young boy Malcom that your dad brought in a while back. You and him have been hanging out a lot, and it's been bringing you a lot of peace of mind amidst the chaos in your life. He smiles at you as you pull away, and for some reason, you expect him to be green... but he's not. He looks healthy, too. For some reason, you remember him being injured too, but he isn't.

"Sorry, I... I don't know what's going on half the time." You say that with a laugh, and sit up straighter next to him, looking up at the large radio and beginning to mentally tune into whatever song is playing. You instantly know it's something your father wouldn't approve of, as he only has a mind for the more classical songs. This is something you can move to, but for some reason, the two of you don't think to dance. You both sit there, reverent at the new kind of music that was beginning to develop on your little purple moon. You had no idea what was coming, or what things would turn into under this roof that you had no choice but to shelter under. For some reason, none of that comes to mind as you sit with your best friend and occasionally sway to the music...

Maybe you'll find rest after all.

[cyborgsrcool]

Ship Names, Dynamics, and AUs 😁

if i've talked to you b4 abt my ocs, you'll prolly know that im a multishipper for them. i LOVE every pairing between the main 4, and a couple others lowkey.

so! i have made this complete comprehensive list of each ship and their name and songs and dynamics and au variants :))

under cut ⬇️

Artificial Intelligence / Jade x Ivan:

Appeal: Ivan would give anything for Jade. She is the physical manifestation of his hard work and research. He gets a little annoyed when she is "unreasonable" or "rude" in his mind, but he understands why she feels that way... for the most part.

Jade somewhat admires Ivan. She finds interest in his methods and processes, the way his mind works. He may be a little... odd, but he's dedicated at least.

Problems: One of Ivan's main conflicts involving Jade in canon is that he has a problem seeing her as fully human. Many times early on, he refers to her as "it" and as his creation. Later on, he learns to tell the difference, and treats her more as an equal.

Jade is uncomfortable with Ivan for the majority of their time together until he starts to be honest with her and treat her as an equal. She still finds him off putting, but feels he's earned at least a little respect.

AU Variants:

Assistant Jade - Jade is Ivan's assistant. Different power dynamic, slightly different characterization of Jade based on different memory loss.

Non-Robot Jade - Jade is a bit less injured, leading to Ivan helping her with her injuries rather than bringing her back from the dead. Jade is not uncomfortable with Ivan as much, but Ivan doesn't have the connection he would have with something he created.

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Multi Level Marketing / Robin x Ivan:

Appeal: Mostly silly goofy if I'm being honest. The combination of a person who wants to seem like they have a lot of power and someone who naturally has a lot of power is pretty cool, but thats not really what most of the content floating around in my brain for them is. Ivan is generally a pretty non-serious person, and Robin likes to stay alert and in control of scenarios, which leads to a lot of "hey did you-" "SHUT UP."

In the post-plot canon, they are kind neutral with each other. Ivan still admires Robin for his ability to build a business in such harsh conditions, and Robin is kinda weirded out by Ivan but still respects him for being able to bring Jade back.

Problems: Robin finds Ivan incredibly annoying. More than any of the other characters.

That's it that's the main problem

AU Variants:

Robot Robin: robin dies instead of Jade, leading to him being revived by Ivan. dynamic is more similar to Jade and Ivan's.

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Smart Shooter / Ivan x Erin:

Appeal: Ivan and Erin are similar in a lot of ways. A past they hate, a family they don't want to be associated with, and a feeling that people might not understand them or their intentions.

Erin is probably the member of the main 4 that cares the most about Ivan. She feels like she can relate to him, and understands his intentions (at least most of the time).

Ivan likes Erin the most to hang out with, mostly because she's nicer to him than Jade or Robin are. She also (canonly) thinks she's very pretty.

Problems: Erin killed Ivan's grandfather. Now, in a normal scenario, this would be a total deal breaker. But it's actually a different problem from just "oh no my grandpa". Ivan does not like his grandfather. After he learned how corrupt he was, he actually spent a lot of time trying to help those affected by his laws (which is what led to his finding jades corpse lol). He was somewhat happy when he learned he had been assassinated, but... Malcom Barron's death created a chain of events that both killed the rest of Ivan's family and caused the collapse of the government. Two things that Ivan HATES. I imagine he wouldn't blame Erin directly, but it's still a hard spot.

THAT'S NOT ALL! It's also possible that Erin could see a lot of the president in Ivan, both because of blood connection and because they have similar mannerisms or what-not. This kind of sucks for her, because the person she sees almost daily only reminds her of her corrupt old boss, a man she killed.

AU variants:

Childhood Friends: Slightly different universe, where Ivan visited his grandfather more frequently and was friends with Erin. This would cause a bit more drama in the "you killed my grandfather" department, as he would be more personally connected with Malcom.

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Aimbot / Jade x Erin:

Appeal: I'm not even gonna lie here, I have no idea why these two work. Something something masc x fem.

I guess it could be like, difference in how they act? Erin is really kind and accommodating, kind of a people pleaser. Jade doesn't really care how people view her, and says what she feels.

I got nothing else guys.

Problems: Love triangle bs mostly.

Erin dated Robin and he broke up with her when he realized Jade is still alive and he still had feelings for her. They are chill by the end of the story.

If Erin and Jade date that leaves Robin in a bit of silly situation.

That's it guys.

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Jade x Robin (no other ship name yet):

Appeal: Childhood best friends. They did everything together, nearly inseparable. He gained feelings for her somewhere along the way, but never ended up confessing them. A corrupt government's reaction to a protest leaves one of them dead, and the other with large burns, immense guilt, and a couple of the other's belongings. He moves on, eventually, finding something new to do, and new person to spend his life with. Till the day a cyborg claiming to be her appears in his office. He doesn't believe it. "It couldn't be her. She's dead, I saw it." And to make matters worse, she doesn't remember nearly anything. He outright denies it. He doesn't know who's trying to scam him, but he won't give in. She proves to him by pointing out the necklace he's wearing. "Can I at least have it back?"

(srry that was rlly long its basically a plot synopsis)

Problems: Jade is not interested. She is much more focused on trying to regain her memories and understand who she was before she died than getting into a romance, especially with someone she has such foggy memories about.

AU Variants:

Good Version: Jade doesn't die, Robin doesn't get scarred, the government doesn't collapse. Very healthy relationship

Non-Memory Loss: Jade dies and comes back, but still has all her memories. Also more healthy than canon.

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Business Partners / Robin x Erin:

Appeal: They run their business together. They spend a lot of time together, and just overall enjoy each others company.

They kind of have a traditional dynamic, with a stronger male figure and a more timid or weak female figure.

This is kind of funny when you consider that one of them is an ex-assassin and its not the "stronger masculine figure".

Problems: Doomed in canon. /srs

They are dating by the beginning of the story, fairly happily, but they aren't honest with each other. Robin doesn't tell Erin about Jade at all, and Erin doesn't tell Robin anything about her being an assassin, or really anything about her family at all.

Eventually, when Robin finds out Jade is still alive, he realizes he still has feelings for her, and doesn't feel like he should continue his relationship with Erin. This is kind of the last straw in a collection of events leading to her spiraling and getting into a mindset of "i never should've stopped being an assassin, i cant live like this".

they end up chill by the end but... without aus this relationship cannot work.

speaking of aus....

AU Variants:

Sibling Swap: Erin remains an assassin and Robin meets her after he witnesses Jade's death.

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thats all for the main 6 ships. ill prolly rb or edit later to add more rarepair-y ships but im not gonna rn

bye!

[star-cherub]

“At the end of it all”

What was the last episode of Arcane like for Moira and Malcom?

Perhaps it was little more than cruel mockery that one final soul would be lost to the conflict sparked by Noxus. As the sun gleamed above head, as cheers roused from the troops so valiantly heard, laid to rest was one man before his children, sprawled out on the very steps he swore to defend.

“Father. father. We’ve done it, father.. please, please wake up.” A once haughty and confident voice now trembled, each syllable choked out through an ache so monstrous the man was certain he couldn’t breath. at his side, a woman stood, tall and proud, her likeness much as his own. She folded her hands as she looked down upon her brother, shutting her eyes and inhaling.

“Malcom.” The woman uttered softly, crouching beside her brother and leaning forward, over the corpse of her father, over the man who took them in all those years ago. She outstretched a careful hand and brushed away the tears streaming down Malcom’s face, watching as he let out a sob so heart wrenching, nothing but silence escaping his gaping mouth for a few seconds before it finally tore its way over the din of the rejoicing crowds. Slowly, he clambered around their father and into his sister’s arms, crumbling against her and sobbing in her lap, as he had when they were children. Gently, The woman wrapped her arms around Malcom, cradling him gently, the two forgetting their petty grudges and simply grieving.

The woman shed no tears, looking upon the corpse of her father with little more than sympathy for her brother. “Moira..” Malcom choked out quietly, drawing the woman from her guilty thoughts, glancing down at Malcom, a sniveling mess in her lap. Moira let out a quiet sigh and nodded, steeling herself as she shifted how she held the man.

“Right, up we go. too much to be done to grovel now.” Her response seemed callous, rather unlike her, even. Yet it was not without kindness entirely, her expression tender, the look in her eyes begging Malcom not to argue with her. “There’s much to be done. Find someone to help us carry Father inside to lay, then we will assist in remedying the wounds of any soldiers.” Moira spoke firmly, confident as she steadied her brother, hands on his shoulders as she met his teary eyes. “Malcom Redmond. We are now the faces of our family. and I need you to be strong at my side.” She addressed him formally, knowing it was the only way for her to keep herself from breaking down. She watched as he nodded, rubbing away his tears before looking back out to the buzzing streets, countless corpses and injured people lining the cobblestone paths.

It was cruel, how cheerful the skies were, in all their blue glory, the sun shining upon the unfathomable mass now sat atop the hexgates. Moira spared it a brief glance before sighing, knowing it would surely become an issue sooner than she’d like. Still searching for a viable candidate to help with their father, Malcom futilely fixed his attention only on enforcers, who were bogged down as it was helping civilians. Perhaps Moira was distracted for longer than she’d like to admit, because a swift moving figure hardly stirred her attention until they were hauling the corpse of her father with ease, carrying him into the hospital to clear the steps for others to make it through. She lost the mysterious individual in the crowd, but had little time to concern herself with it now.. of course, the blur of earthy browns and a bolt of striking purple stuck with her, the haphazard way the individual carted her father off, as if using only one arm.

Moira sighed and turned her gaze to the crowd, finally swallowing any personal concern and slipping into the doting personality she was so known for. Though splattered in blood and stained with tears, people rejoiced as she split the crowd, her steps swift and purposeful, though to her she felt as if she were moving through molasses. each cry of gratitude and desperation felt a million miles away as her head spun, mindlessly guiding people to the steps of the hospital she'd grown up in. The only thing to shake Moira from her detached state, was the familiar sound of a child wailing. Halting in the sea of people, Moira's attention snapped to the smallest of voices, suddenly dropping into a crouch and surprising those around her, her apron and skirt flourishing as though gravity forgot them, her brown eyes peering through the sea of battered and missing legs to see a child, curled up among the crowd and holding it's head. Somewhat strangely, Moira crawled to the child, cooing and outstretching a hand to it.

"Come now, little one.. may I help you?" She asked gently, offering a warm and tender smile, like the child was all there was in the world to care for. Accepting her hand, the child nodded, Moira shifting forward and scooping it up with a determined nod, finally rising to her proper height, her presence commanding attention from those around her as she spun between civilians, calling to those ahead to make room for her and the battered child. Bursting out of the crowd and onto the steps, Moira cradled the child's head against her shoulder, darting up the stairs as quickly as she could, briefly locking eyes with a woman in an equal hurry dashing the opposite way, into the crowd. Though neither one stopped moving, the moment their gazes met it felt as though time slowed, as though it was an important moment to remember later. 'That woman..' Moira thought to herself, only to interrupt her own thoughts by bursting through the hospital's front doors, handing the child off to a nurse, pausing to kiss its forehead and whisper a reassurance.

Though admittedly, that reassurance was for herself as she ran back out, into the sun, into the city, pausing at the very top of the stairs with heaving breath, assessing the damage done. Behind her, medical staff rushed out and down the stairs, directing and guiding people up to the hospital as Moira stood, mouth agape as she took in the city she'd envied. the city she'd known.

"Things can be different now.. things will be different." She uttered to herself quietly, staring out across the sea of people for another moment before finally turning to address the staff hurrying past her in droves. "We will no longer turn anyone away at our doors, prioritize children and the dying first." Moira watched as her staff nodded, continuing their job as she joined the thralls of people, bandaging anyone she could and helping to soothe those she couldn't.

How unpredictable, the tides of war. what slaughtered so many saw a dream of Moira's come true, her heart swelling at the sight of her people.. both of her people, recovering, together. Two cities, Two twins, perhaps those differences they had were what made them whole now.

Even as agony painted the halls, golden sunlight streamed through the windows in marvelous ribbons, warming Moira’s face as she led a child down towards the nursery ward. As she walked, she found her mind drifting back to the woman she’d seen not long ago, rushing down the steps. Dark, cropped hair, striking silver eyes, yet perhaps most notably was the woman’s lack of a right arm.. who was she? Of course, there was little time to concern herself with such things.. as she had said to Malcom.. ‘Much to be done.’