#love the dynamic between these two

[aeymii]

Dapper Buddies ⚡

Just binged Murder Drones and I LOVE THIS SHOW SO FREAKING MUCH-

[aevykcreates]

Thanks to @yanfeiiiiiiii for the idea!

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[sylvanfreckles]

Day 12: Broken Bones

Part 12 of Deck the Hells

Fandom: Critical Role Rating: T Warnings: Broken bones, blood

Summary: Some days you just need a certain kind of pain to help you remember that you're alive. As Ashton soon discovers, it's always good to have Fearne around for those kinds of days. (Read on AO3)

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Some days life just shat all over you, and that was why Ashton was currently here, in a tavern six blocks away from where their friends were all staying, trying desperately to get shitfaced before someone noticed they were missing. Probably end up sleeping in an alley covered in their own vomit, but some days you just needed pain like that to help you remember you were alive.

“Ashton.”

And fuck them running, they’d been found.

Fearne propped one elbow on the bar to lean into their personal space. “Found you.”

“Yeah, you did,” Ashton said dryly, draining their glass and signaling for another. “What’cha gonna do about it?”

“I guess that depends on what you’re doing here.”

They snorted and shot her a sideways look. “What’s it look like I’m doing?”

She stared at the glass in their hand. “Getting drunk alone instead of getting drunk with all your friends.”

Fuck, right, this was Fearne…she wouldn’t scold them for needing the cheap whiskey that burned both ways. She was probably more disappointed they weren’t chasing it down with a glass of milk or conning the bartender out of some free snacks.

(The others probably wouldn’t care either, but they would give him water and make sure he didn’t sleep in the gutter, and they just couldn’t deal with that kind of softness right now.)

“You’re not okay.”

And thank fuck, that was a statement and not a question. Nothing for Ashton to do but down their glass and ask for another.

Fearne gave a little sigh and slouched against the bar next to them, scanning the crowd as she did. It was almost companionable—a little bit, at least. And at least she wasn’t judging them.

Then, out of nowhere, Fearne snatched up their glass and threw it across the room. They turned to her, rage building, just in time to hear an angry shout rise above the sound of glass shattering.

“Ashton!” Fearne gasped in exaggerated horror, hand to her bosom and everything. “You can’t just throw drinks at people!”

They glared at her, then followed her gaze to where a man was standing up…and up…and up…the remnants of Ashton’s drink splashed across his shoulders.

“Who’s throwin’ drinks?” the man demanded. He was a goliath, with bulging muscles that looked more like corded steel than solid flesh. His eyes landed on Ashton and his lip curled in a snarl as he thunderously cracked his knuckles.

Well. Maybe this night was looking up after all. Ashton tugged off their jacket and passed it over to Fearne. “I know where all my stuff is in there,” they said, holding a finger up as a warning. “I’d better find it in all the same places when I get back.”

Fearne gave him an enigmatic smile and shoved him toward the furious goliath. “You’re welcome.”

…

“…and I really don’t think it was sporting of him to break so many of your fingers.”

“…ow….”

“Not when he already had you pinned. Although, you did break his nose, first.”

“…ow….”

“Oh, stop being such a baby, we don’t have that far to go,” Fearne hiked Ashton’s arm up higher around her shoulders. “Feeling any better?”

They let their head loll back, blood tacky on their upper lip, and grinned ghoulishly up at her. “You’re so good to me.”

“Yes, well, what goes around comes around.”

Ashton groaned and shuffled forward another few steps, leaning heavily against Fearne. “What the fuck does that even mean?”

“I’m just saying, if I ever need you to start a bar fight so I can blow off some steam…”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll throw the first punch. Uh, drink.” They didn’t miss the warmth of a burst of healing magic from where Fearne’s hand was resting against their side, so they didn’t even bother to hide the groan as two of their broken ribs snapped back into place.

“You know, if all you want is somebody to beat the shit out of you, all you have to do is ask,” she commented.

“I like to think of it as a mutually-assured shit-beating,” they quipped. And yes, they’d ended up with a handful of busted ribs…and a handful of busted fingers…but they were pretty sure the goliath’s face would be stuck like that if his friends couldn’t rustle up a healer.

Fearne just giggled. “Whatever you say.”

“Ah, fuck,” Ashton swore when their inn came into view.

“Don’t be a baby,” Fearne teased. Most of their friends were outside the inn, and a few (probably that damn Orym with his all-seeing halfling eyes or whatever) were already headed their direction.

“Ashton! Oh, Fearne, you found them!” Imogen was the first to arrive, with FCG on her heels. “What happened? What did you do?”

Ashton was just starting to confess, when Fearne heaved a dramatic sigh. “Oh, you should have seen it,” she said. “We were just minding our own business, when out of nowhere, these five men came up and started insulting my honor.”

Imogen stared at Fearne. “Your…honor.”

“Oh, yes. It was dreadful. They just called me all sorts of, of names.”

“Uh-huh.”

“No, really! Ashton had to defend me, and he fought off all six of them.”

“I thought you said there were five?” Imogen’s eyes narrowed, but all of her attention was on Fearne.

“They had friends,” Ashton interjected. They knew when it was time to roll with a cover story. “There were…ow…six of them once the bouncer started in.”

“Which is why we can’t go back to that bar,” Fearne finished. “Ashton fought very hard to defend me, but as you can see, they lost. Terribly.”

Imogen sighed. “Well, come inside, we’ll get you patched up.”

Ashton grimaced and leaned heavily against Fearne, putting on such a spectacle that Imogen turned to usher the others on in to prepare a place for them.

“You could’ve at least let me win the fight,” they muttered to Fearne as they limped to the door.

“And you could’ve at least invited me to go with you. I’m a lot more fun than drinking alone.”

Ashton coughed and grinned up at her with bloodstained teeth. “Yeah, you are.”

[h20milk]

if i met you when i was younger, i think i would've turned out...

[tspofsuga]

[sciderman]

avenging spider-man #13

[akakris10]

" Why don't you give it a try? "

[wyrmwright]

bro he does NOT want to hear you practice your villain monologue

[taskmastersource]

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: death mention / strangulation mention / stabbing mention / blood mention / self-sacrifice / codependency mention in tags / ]

I think a lot about how common it is for Raph to be the one to have direct focus put on him when Leo gets into all his near death experiences.

Like, when Leo is thrown off a building, it’s Raph who’s right there jumping after him, not even thinking about the consequences to himself when he does. When Leo almost gets skewered by the Krang, Raph’s right there to take the blow and send Leo to safety without a second thought. When Leo’s being strangled to near death, it’s a Krangified Raph doing the job, doing exactly what Raph would never, ever want to do. When Leo is telling Casey Jr to close the portal, it’s Raph who tries desperately to convince Leo otherwise.

Likewise, Leo is consistently very single minded when Raph gets forcibly separated from them. Both when in the sewers and by the Krang, Leo is dead set on finding Raph first and foremost.

I also think it’s interesting that during each of Leo’s near death experiences, the lightheartedness of his words during them goes directly hand in hand with both how close Raph is to him physically and how much danger Raph is also in in that moment. From a literal “I told you so” as Leo’s falling away from Raph to a soft joke about how “hero moves” are Raph’s style - both of these are on the more morbidly carefree side and both of these notably take Leo farther away from Raph and, in turn, have Raph not in immediate danger.

On the other side of things is the apology from Leo, heedless of the danger he himself is in as he seriously and genuinely speaks to a Krangified Raph face to face. Then there’s Leo’s freezing and desperation as Raph takes a hit meant for him and sends just Leo to safety, leaving Raph himself behind. Both of these involve much closer proximity and Raph being directly harmed - these together make Leo much more vulnerable in his words and actions, something not even the threat of death can make him.

These two care about each other so much, and they’re way too much alike for their own good.

[demaparbat-hp]

Oh, Lala...

[epiphainie]

i've just finished my s7 rewatch and it's kinda so funny to me how much discourse people created over every bucktommy interaction when their whole arc boils down to tommy being patient and vulnerable with buck and showing up for him. like when you are not wearing shipper goggles under the name of "analysis" and don't try to reverse-engineer every word and look and shot with utmost bad faith, that's what it is. a simple and sweet story of a new exciting relationship with a guy who's understanding and willing to show up. literally the two things buck needs from a relationship but never had with his previous love interests. they are kinda sickeningly sweet and well-communicating actually lol

[eggsploded]

cant keep their quadrants straight

[arleniansdoodles]

Some loose sketches of Atreus and Calliope, doubling as pose studies! All of them are from my post-Ragnarok AU where Atreus rescues Calliope from the Underworld, and they go on a little adventure on their way back to Midgard XDD One of their stops is Rome, hence Atreus wearing some Greco-Roman garb!

The third sketch is when they finally reach Midgard; Calliope is wearing a fur cloak similar to Kratos’ from the beginning of the game! And it looks like they’re about to get into a fight with some nasty creatures loll

[thetrinitytest]

[deadpoets]

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