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Oliver Jackson-Cohen hairy body appreciation
#faceclaim#\o/ remembered the password#if I make a return let it be a horny one#2024 is trash but so am I etc etc
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THE MUSKETEERS 1x01 friends and enemies
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Shoves this in the gortash tag.
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your freak-of-nature boyfriend that we locked up in a high security lab is loose in the fucking facility send help before he kills us all
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OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN Jackdaw (2023) dir. Jamie Childs
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i looooove characters who are sacrificial lamb coded. characters who have never lived for themselves. characters born to be a tool, a weapon, a sacrifice, all of the above. a character raised by the heroes to save the world, at any expense, even their own health, even their own life. a character raised by the villains to end the world, at any expense, even their own health, even their own life. characters who are denied personhood so they can be used as tools instead. characters who never even had a chance to be people because they were shaped into something else from the moment they were born. characters who were born to die.
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"Just put it on my tab. Same one you keep for your favourites."
"Careful, child. I might use it to lure in your parents to pay for you."
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"Right. Bit weird. You hang it on your wall then? Or kept it in the jar?"
"Your heart is already mine. And has been for a while."
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"Sorry mate, you'll have to wait your turn. Line's out the door if you're after my heart."
This one.
This one is on the list.
Very. Very. High up.
@divinejudge
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Theia, Bahamut and Alexander @divinejudge
#art#savepoint#Theia#Bahamut#Alexander#Final Fantasy; What Once Was#hE dEnIeS iT - shut#there's photo evidence#no lizarding his way out of that one
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Alexander recognised that dawning look. The kid wasn't the first to realise perhaps he had misjudged — at least he had some good sense between those ears.
Though he had to raise his eyebrows a bit at this talk of a deal. To look out for him. He almost shook his head in disbelief.
"Last chance to have a free swing. Sure you want to pass that up?" Anything else, the young lad would have to earn. He clicked his tongue and cast a look around. Of course there was quite a bit of attention on them. The camp was a miserable place, but folks always looked towards noise. Like instinct.
"LISTEN UP!" He bellowed, clapping him on his shoulder, possibly knocking him a step. "THIS ONE'S WITH ME! YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH HIM, YOU GET THROUGH ME FIRST!" Simple.
It was his turn to lean, speaking in a quieter voice. "Please tell me you're not a troublemaker. I don't want to have to trade blows with half the camp, I'm a big guy, but I'm not hungry for fights."
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Oh hell.
Staring up, Enok had to stumble a step back and still crane his neck. How could someone be this tall? What? This man must have been a descendant of giants. Gulping, Enok doubted whether his plan had been so smart after all.
He lifted his hands to fists, taking on a fighting stance. One free swing? Above the belt? Of course Enok would've gone below that. Because that seemed to be his only chance now.
He couldn't chicken out now, though...
Maybe...
Leaning forward a little, Enok lowered his voice after swallowing nervously again.
"Hey, we can also make a deal? I don't really want to hurt you, alright? I can look out for you. I care for my people. It's give and take. You keep trouble away from me and I keep trouble away from you, sounds fair?"
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That sinking feeling reached his stomach. The young girl was all alone, and her brother had been lost along the way. It wasn't that Alexander immediately assumed the worst, after all he had a big chest and it could store a lot of hope.
But it was the conformation she was completely and utterly alone.
How could he walk away now and keep his head held high? Short answer, he couldn't.
"Keep the coin." he uttered, lowering down to his knee. "In fact, you can hold onto my entire coin purse if you promise to travel with me."
He offered a little smile then. She seemed like she could handle herself, sure, but what about when she couldn't. What about when a situation came up where her brother would step in to defend her? In his absence, Alexander wanted to fill that role.
"See the sword on my hip, the shield on my back? I do a lot of fighting. I'm not so good at patching myself back up though, so, how about it? We'll travel together, I'll pay for our meals and all, and sometimes you help me with a magic potion?"
He bought the elixir! Kihel was excited for that. Of course she was happy that this would mean she could eat for a day or two, but she also was relieved that she could help this man. Her little concoction would work. She had learned from her mother, brother and grandmother. It was easy, really. Valerian would help this giant man to find rest.
"I... hope so. I am just travelling with the other refugees. Away from where the wars are. I lost my brother in the way... I hope to find him again later. He has to be on the road, too."

Kihel shrugged a little, though she really worried for her sibling, there was not much she could do right now. And so far she had made it... somehow.
Counting the coins he had given her, Kihel perched up with a bright smile before holding her hand out with three of the coins still on her palm.
"Thank you, kind Sir, those are too much, though! You gave me more than enough!"
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The confidence in Alexander's chest wavered. He didn't have a normal heart, his was a mechanical wonder that operated through cutting-edge science and cold logic. The small surge of adrenaline in his system wasn't enough to disrupt the precise rhythm. Though his brain sent a signal to pick up the pace, to hammer his chest like a drum because he was excited for reasons unknown, the device deemed the signal a frivolous one and operated as normal.
That was to say, the sudden, blossoming smile struck him hard. Were he normal, his heart would attempt to pound through his sternum and out of his body. Instead he was left oddly calm, with a foolish, boyish little smile tickling at his lips.
She would have remembered him. To a man with impaired memories, that was one of the highest compliments.
It didn't matter so much how abnormal he was in that moment — his age may as well halved when she smiled at him, because the man that stood before her had been reduced to some puppy-faced teenager. At least for a few breaths.
"I'm Alexander." he replied, then clarified after another breath. "I think."
His own brow furrowed a little at his own words, he shook his head, exhaled a nervous little breath. Perhaps he would remain feeling like a puppy-faced teenager for a few breaths more. There was so much he wanted to say. Yet his words slipped through his fingers like the fine sand of the desert.
That creased lantern subtly brightened and flickered between them, taking on a different hue. It coloured as though the lifestream flowed between them, around them, gently guiding them to stand together again.
His eyes lowered in an acknowledging glance, though little more as his attention bounced right back to Melissa's face. He didn't understand the significance of it. Call him thick-skulled but he assumed that in a place like this, it was completely steeped in the lifestream. The way local scholars and planetologists spoke, he thought those wisps of green were part of the fabric here in Cosmo Canyon.
It took outside reactions for him to even consider something was different. That perhaps fire-lit lanterns didn't usually take on the appearance of the lifestream's green flow. He blinked then and finally broke his quiet spell. "I have a strange feeling, like I was supposed to meet you. I understand that sounds... crazy."
From the moment Melissa saw him, it was impossible to truly focus on anything else around her - in a certain way, it was a shame given the importance of that ceremony to the local people, and the fact it had been one of the reasons to bring the woman all the way to the canyons itself. However, it all seemed to pale in comparison to the inevitable closeness prompted by the stranger's decided steps, moving through the crowd as quietly as he could.
Perhaps, in a different situation, Melissa would have allowed her gaze to stray or even her feet to take her elsewhere - but there was no perception of a threat, no sense of discomfort. If anything, her heart thumped louder with something akin to anxiety, as if a part of her willed that closeness even though the rational mind failed to provide the 'why'. It was only when he approached the songstress enough to talk that some sort of tension evaporated, and the change from apology into hushed murmur had a smile blossoming on the woman's face.
How fascinating - he had experienced something so similar to her own feelings; was it the Cosmo Canyon and the lifestream at work, as the local scholars explained during the seminars?
"I do not think so," Melissa shook her head softly, suddenly aware of the fragile lantern that both hands had started to seemingly crush out of some inexplicable need to cling to something tangible. Loosening the pressure there, the brunette added more words with the same quiet tone that he had used to address her in an attempt not to disturb the people leading the speeches. "I would have remembered you otherwise. It does feel like this... Happened before."
As absurd as the notion was (or as cliché as it sounded), it was also endearingly comforting. Melissa had only sensed that calm warmth that translated as some sense of belonging when at home - when looking at the sea, watching waves rolling and seafoam dissolving under sunlight. And yet, there she was - miles away from the coast and going through the same.
"My name is Melissa - this is the first time I come here, actually. I live in Costa," the brunette explained, eyes locking with his and gazing at his face as if both trying to place his features and at the same time just bask in that glorious sensation of loneliness being suspended by a strange man, of all people, "What is your name?"
#stingslikeabee#Final Fantasy VII; Alexander#I am shaking him why is he such a man of few words now#SPEAK boy
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I know Alexander's "heart" is a bit convoluted in most worlds, but wherever I can keep it I'm going to because look at the centre of his chest in Rebirth.
How could I not give him a mechanical abomination that's shaped like a cutesy heart like 🩵🩵🩵 it glows in the dark which means either he's wearing a heavy shirt or blanket to bed or he's a living breathing night light.
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