#this one's short

[jedi-order-apologist]

Here and Now

The battlefield is a difficult place for a Jedi.

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To center oneself in the moment, and let go of their fears and anxieties, was something every Jedi was taught from their earliest days.

That didn’t make it easy, of course. It was an active process of discipline, and there was no Jedi who hadn’t had to be reminded on occasion.

It was even more difficult on the battlefield. They were surrounded by pain and death – death was a part of life, yes, all things passed into the Force. But not like this, not all at once, with so much suffering and agony. It threatened to overwhelm them, drown them in the cries of the dying until nothing else could be heard. It would be far too easy for a Jedi to lose themselves here.

Some did.

But many more did not.

It was, after all, what they needed to do, and had trained to do. To center the moment, not their fears for the next or the pain of the previous, was what allowed them to act, and to save so many more that would’ve been lost, had they let it all consume their thoughts.

And so, even in the face of overwhelming darkness, they would act as Jedi.

[amethyyst]

injury

cw: injury, hostages

Sidekick finished wrapping the civilians leg. "There, done."

The woman looked up at them, tears in her eyes. "Where's my son?"

"He's safe, please don't worry." Sidekick sat back on their heels, forcing a smile. "He's with hero,so please, try not to wordy too much. Try to breath."

The woman looked around, her gaze wandering around the warehouse. The fight was going on outside, at the edge of the forest.

A villain had been spotted at the campsite, so sidekick, hero and a trainee had observed them for a while, until the villain had noticed them and taken two people as hostages.

Two other civilians had been injured. Sidekick had dragged the woman off. Her injury was worse than the other persons and needed to be treated.

Her hand clawed at sidekicks sleeve. "Please. My son."

Sidekicks heart broke at her tone. For a second they wondered if their mother would act the same if they were in this situation.

No, no time for that train of thought.

"Miss, I promise you that we will try our very best to keep your son - and everybody else - as safe as possible. If you son ended up hurt in any way, I'm really sorry. But please," they tried, putting a hand on her shoulder." If you could please try to stay as calm as possible and not move, you would really help us a lot."

The woman stayed silent.

But then, she nodded. Her voice shook. "Please keep him safe."

"We will try our best."

[faofinn]

Day 31 - Ambulance Ride

@mediwhumpmay

They'd not long been in the back of the ambulance when Finn started to regain consciousness. He spat the airway from his mouth and knocked the mask off his face, rolling onto his side. He'd not yet worked out where he was, but he was always more comfortable on his side. 

As someone readjusted the mask on his face, he jerked back, eyes wide.

"It's alright, just sorting this. It's Finn, yeah? You're alright. You've had a few seizures." The medic said to him. "Your brother’s here, don't you worry."

Finn narrowed his eyes, trying to make sense of the figure in front of him. At the mention of his brother, he perked up, looking expectantly around. 

Fao reached across for his brother’s hand. “I’m here, Finn.”

"Fuzzy." He managed, fidgeting his feet.

“You had a couple of seizures. Makes you feel a bit odd.” He reassured. “You’re okay.”

"Hurts."

“I know, I know.”

"Finn, where hurts? I know it’s all gonna be a bit difficult right now."

He moved to look at the paramedic, pulling a face. He didn’t see why he he's we being asked, especially when it was so obvious. 

“Finn? Can you tell them what’s hurting? They’re not mind readers.”

"I don't care." He huffed, settling back down.

“They care, though. They want to help. Is it your head?”

"Mm. Maybe."

"Are we playing charades?" He laughed softly. "I'll change the question. Do you want some pain relief?"

Finn thought about it for a second, weighing it up. For him to be in the back of the ambulance, he'd have had more than one seizure, which meant he already had a cannula in. He squinted his eyes to check which arm, and then held it out wordlessly. 

"I'll take that as a yes." He laughed. "I'll grab you something."

Fao couldn’t help but laugh too. “Honestly, Finn. You’re daft sometimes.” 

"'M not."

The paramedic got Finn the medication he needed, squeezing his hand once he was done. “There. That should sort that pain out, wherever it is.”

Finn settled after that, the pain relief adding to the post seizure haze. He was content enough to sleep. 

They were typically a long way from the hospital, and the journey in the ambulance dragged. Finn had dozed off, and Fao watched him closely. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d have a break from seizures and then start again. He watched the rise and fall of his chest, every breath, waiting for something. He knew he was paranoid, and that his brother was older now, but he still saw that broken ten year old, his baby brother. He’d always been protective over Finn, and that hadn’t changed now he was a grumpy teenager. 

Eventually, after what felt like an age, they pulled up at the hospital, and Fao scrambled out of the ambulance to follow his brother into the building. Unfortunately, it was just the start to another long, long day.

[ex0rin]

@febuwhump Day2: Flinching (NSFW) Steve/Bucky, stucky - 575 words

past non-con/rape, past abuse, whump, bucky’s broken dick, unsatisfying sex, this is not nice to anyone

Bucky shouldn't hate the way Steve touches him.

Steve, always so soft and sweet and careful, telegraphing every movement, showing intent and direction and never leaving him guessing at what he's about to do or where he's going to touch next.

He should want this.

READ ON AO3 HERE: Flinching

[armadillorollup]

in honour of wolvie returning to the big screen here's a fond childhood memory

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

[eurekq]

Love and light to marcille but she has the worst fucking opinions on God's good earth

[thunderon]

“long hair on guys doesn’t make them less masculine. think keanu reeves, jason momoa, danny trejo, or the guy at your local dive bar who rides a motorcycle”

*the crowd nods*

“so long hair doesn’t necessarily determine masculinity”

*the crowd, more hesitant, still nodding*

“butches can have long hair—“

*GUNSHOT*

[spicybeefu]

What if Pokemon & Animal Crossing had a crossover game? #10 Made in Blender, Wooper design by @omuart on instagram!

[spitblaze]

I guess Chilchuck has brought us right back to 'adults who are short are child-coded and if you like them you're a pedophile' discourse huh

[hinamie]

spins him around trying to understand the pink mop he calls hair

[shopwitchvamp]

“Omg, I love these! They go up to size 6X AND they have pockets?! Wow!! But do you have anything longer?”

Sure do, no problem!!

“YES these are great!!! But what about.. longer?”

I gotcha!! Comin’ right up!

“Perfect! But I have just one more question… what if I’m feeling spicy? How about skirts that are even shorter than the first ones?!” Oh, you’re in luck! We’ve got minis now.

*wild cheering* /scene

🖤witchvamp.com🖤

[ex0rin]

@febuwhump Day4: knife to the throat Steve/Bucky (implied) - 240 words

past abuse, panic, mild violence

Across the room he can see the way his handler… no, it’s not his handler, it’s Steve and Steve is looking at him right now like he’s something frail and broken. 

He’s not either of those things. 

He’s not the soldier either, not anymore.

He’s Bucky Barnes now. 

But sometimes when he’s still half asleep, uncomfortable in the soft bed Steve makes him sleep in, something will drag him back into that mindset that’s been conditioned into him. 

Beaten into him. 

There’s still a knife on the floor, kicked halfway across the room - it’s got blood on the blade that matches the thin swipe of red across Steve’s throat. 

“I’m not going to do that Buck,”

He doesn’t know what set him off, he doesn’t know if it was a dream (a nightmare, the voice that sounds like Steve in his head reminds him) or if it was the wrongness of the heavy weight of Steve’s arm curling around his waist - pulling him back until there was warmth along his spine and soft breath against his ear. 

Too gentle, too careful.

“You need to,” Bucky, no, still the soldier, starts - he watches the way Steve frowns, shaking his head while pressing his mouth into a firm line; Steve’s hands are down at his sides but the soldier knows they’d come up in front, placating and cautious if he took even one step closer, “it’s the only way I’ll learn.”

ALSO ON AO3 HERE: FebuWhump2023 (HTP Edition)

[vistarya]

May I have this dance, Mrs Tims?

[samaraxmorgan]

Your roommate Sukuna can’t stop staring at your lips. It’s not his fault, he’s never seen you wear lipstick before and now all of a sudden you have this glossy red sheen drawing his eyes to you.

He caught you leaning towards the mirror, mouth open in a small oh as you slowly glided the red gloss over your plush lips, and he just about froze in his tracks. Your eyes lazily half lidded as you focused all your attention onto getting perfectly straight lines, completely zoned in and not even noticing him behind you watching your reflection in awe. And god help him when you smacked your lips together, tacky tinted gloss stringing your top and bottom lips together for hardly a second before snapping away.

And now you’re sitting across from him on the couch, nonchalantly picking at your nails while you tell him… what were you telling him about again? It’s hard to focus when the only thing on his mind is how pretty you look in red. You pucker your lips and push them up underneath your nose, and when you offhandedly mention your lipgloss smelling like cherries he fears he might just faint.

Does it taste like cherries too? Sukuna wants nothing more than to glide his tongue over your lips and find out. To feel your lips stick to his own when he presses them into you, leaving a tacky cherry residue for him to swipe his tongue over. For you to leave a sticky red tinted trail from his mouth to his tattooed jaw. To have that pretty gloss that you carefully perfected end up smudged on the corners of your mouth, swollen red lips wrapped around his-

“Sukuna! You’re not even listening are you?”

He blinks in surprise, his eyes shooting up to meet your narrowed ones, “Huh?”

“I’ll be at work so you’ll need to let the guys in to fix the water heater,” You lean forward and annunciate each syllable with a gentle smack to his chest, “Don’t! For-get! I’m so sick of taking cold showers.”

A cold shower seems to be exactly what Sukuna needs right now.

Your Roommate Sukuna series masterlist here!!

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[pcktknife]

trying out brushes yet again