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[sasa-chan]

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[annaofthenorthernlights]

@fluffbruary

Day 07 - Quest

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[betabug64]

ANN is a frequent sight at the local dentist, and anywhere with candy in general. Her love of candy is beyond every other 7-year old in America combined. (Day 7)

#oc advent calendar 2023 #oc art #ann #day 07

[feltpool]

SW calendar Day 07

#lego advent calendar 2023 #star wars #day 07 #behind the door: mini mobile command centre

[bruceweek]

Day SEVEN of Bruceweek’23

Today’s Prompts are:

Adapt

Admiration

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[sylvanfreckles]

Chapter Seven: Sick

“Did you even see the photos?” Lila nearly shouted, her voice pulling Adrien out of his spiral. There were theatrical tears in her eyes, her voice trembling with false emotion. “Do you even care what his father did to him, Marinette?”

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[sophia-codes]

100 days of code - day 7

Today I studied about structs in Rust, with structs you can group data and functions in a new type.

To implement methods (functions) for this structure, you need to create an impl block for the Rectangle structure

And now after declaring a new instance, I can retrieve the data and call a method using the dot notation.

Today I tried pomodoros for time management and I think it worked well. I will continue to use, because I really feel a difference, but I still can't focus for the entire 25 min, let's see if I can improve this.

That's it, I don't think there is nothing more to say, structs aren't too complex.

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[strawberryclementine]

Short character study about Lunge and Tenma post-series! for Prompt 7 of @flufftober: Porch Swing

#flufftober2023 #day 07 #Naoki Urasawa's Monster #kenzo tenma #Heinrich Lunge #chronically tormented by the possibility of them finding a shrapnel of friendship in each other post-canon haha :''') anyways Yeah here u g #my fic tag

[hoffelstar]

Angstober 2023 - Day 07

Prompt: "Attacked" - (767 words) Character: Shirabu Kenjiro - Haikyuu!! Ship(s): Semi Eita/Shirabu Kenjirou Tags: Zombie Apocalypse Warnings: Major Character Death

Dead Man - David Kushner

They were almost there. Almost.

In hindsight, Eita should’ve listened to him. Kenjiro had told him about feeling uncomfortable, but his stupid boyfriend said he was overthinking or maybe he was sleep deprived. And, well, considering they’ve been on the run from zombies for weeks, he was true about both things. But he also should have listened when Kenjiro suggested to keep going for a little while longer, when he said he had a bad feeling about this. Eita had stood his ground though, told Kenjiro to rest and said he’d make sure everything would be okay and keep him safe. If he noticed something strange, he’d wake him up.

He promised.

When Kenjiro opened his eyes, he looked into deep darkness. His heart was racing, as if he’d just woken up from a bad dream. “Eita?” he whispered, praying that his boyfriend was near. No reply. “Eita, where are you?” Again, the world stayed silent.

Until someone screamed, someone he instantly recognised as his boyfriend. “Kenji, get the fuck up! Run!”

This wasn’t even unusual. It happened at least once or twice a week, so Kenjiro just jumped from his place on the ground, picked up his and Eita’s rucksack and the blanket he’d slept with and took off running into the direction he remembered they’d come from. His shoes made loud echoing noises as he sprinted through the abandoned underground parking lot until he arrived back outside, hiding next to the entrance until he heard Eita’s footsteps come closer. Only when his boyfriend appeared next to him, breathing heavily and immediately grabbing Kenjiro by his jacket to drag him further away from their overnight spot, he felt a little better.

Together, they sprinted through the abandoned streets just outside of Tokyo, not halting until Eita deemed them safe.

Kenjiro exhaled a breath of relief when they leaned against the wall in an alleyway, hiding in the shadows. “Are you okay?” he murmured quietly, running his hand through Eita’s hair.

The ash blond man hummed quietly, holding on to Kenjiro as if his life depended on it. “I love you, Ken,” he whispered before placing a kiss on his cheek. “I love you so much.”

He’d always made fun of Eita for being so sappy when they got together, but now times were different, so he just smiled weakly. “I love you, too.”

Suddenly, Eita pulled away, eyes not meeting his boyfriend’s. “Good, because I need you to do something for me.”

A pause, then Kenjiro asked, “What?” With a deep breath, Eita raised his head, chin lifting a little to show his boyfriend the mark on his jawline. A zombie mark. It felt like a punch in the gut. “No.” The word was barely a whisper, but the pain in it was clear. “No.”

“Please, Ken,” Eita quietly begged, hand reaching out for Kenjiro’s. “I need you to be safe.”

“I can’t do that,” Kenjiro muttered, tears pooling in his eyes. He’d already lost everyone else he loved, and now he had to let go of Eita, too? This wasn’t fair.

“You can. You have to. You promised, baby,” Eita returned, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand comfortingly while his free hand reached for the knife in his backpack. “Please, do it for me.”

Tears started to roll down his cheeks, and all Kenjiro wanted to do was sit down on the ground and cry like a child, but he knew they didn’t have time for that. He knew he had to. With a shaky hand, he accepted the knife Eita was offering him, but couldn’t help but press one last kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. “I love you so much,” Kenjiro whispered, squeezing Eita’s hand gently.

“I love you, too,” Eita said, before he took a deep breath, eyes defocusing. He was gone. Before Not-Eita could do anything else, Kenjiro rammed the knife into his chest, right about where the heart was and watched as his boyfriend fell to the ground, unable to keep his mouth shut. A gut-wrenching scream escaped his lungs when Eita’s eyes fell closed. 

Kenjiro stood for a few more seconds, staring down at the corpse, at the knife in its chest and wondered how he was supposed to live on with the knowledge he had done this? With his chest hurting like it had been set on fire? Slowly, he sank to his knees and pulled the knife out again, looking at Eita one last time. “I’m sorry.”

Then he took off running once again, knowing the zombies definitely had been alerted by his screams and were already on his trail.

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[jamearts]

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[sasa-chan]

Day 07:

Home Alone: The Holiday Heist [2012]

Home Sweet Home Alone [2021]

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[annaofthenorthernlights]

Highspeed home

a little Frozen, kristanna modern au 100 word drabble (rated G)

for @flufftober 2023 - day 07 prompt "porch swing for @slumberpartybingo prompt "would you rather workout at the gym or relax at home" for @30+ fanfic discord server monthly 24h drabble: "turning point"

TW: pregnancy test

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At the traffic lights, Kristoff catches an incoming photo post from Anna. He gapes at the small device with "+" (and little heart), and as the light turns green, he turns the car around, drives home at high speed and hastily sends a message to Sven. "Sorry can't come to the gym!" At home, he rushes into the house and through the open patio door. Anna is sitting lazily on the porch swing, humming happily, and beaming at him. "Oh honey, did you see?" All he can do is crawl to her side and hug her belly with kisses. "I did."

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[areyouokaypanda]

@angstober Day 7: Attacked

#angstober2023 #day 07 #ocs #my art

[221beloved]

Attacked

It was a quiet late Saturday evening, Rosie was playing with her new blocks in the living room of 221B Bakerstreet and Sherlock had just disappeared into the kitchen to make some tea. John looked at his daughter, sitting on the floor and scolding the blocks not to fall down every time she let go of them. He smiled at her and rose to see if he could help Sherlock in the kitchen. It all happened because of a little mishap. As John entered the kitchen, Sherlock was taking a cup out of the cupboard, and while pulling it out, another moved with it and threatened to fall to the floor. “Sherlock,” John blurted out and threw himself forwards to catch the falling cup, but although he caught it, he heard china shatter on the kitchen floor. When he looked up he saw Sherlock, standing two steps away from his original position, the cup he aimed for shattered on the floor. Slowly he lifted his gaze and stared at John with wide eyes, his breath slightly elevated, his skin pale. John frowned, then he gasped in realization and took a step back himself. He felt something clench in his gut and chest and he felt sick. Sherlock thought John was going to hit him. He had stepped back reflexly when John moved towards him, expecting John to punch him, but he had not even raised a hand in defence. In fact, he had dropped his arms and turned his head to the side. As if he had simply surrendered to his fate. Now they were staring at each other. Johns hands began to tremble and he placed the rescued cup on the counter. Sherlock stretched out a hand towards him, but didn't move apart from that. “I'm, I'm sorry,” he whispered. John took another step back, shaking his head. Sherlock was afraid of him. He had backed away from John, expecting to be hit. But this wasn't enough. Even if John really intended to do it, to hurt Sherlock, he wouldn't even fight back. He would just... endure it, waiting for it to be over, waiting for John to get back the better of him? John shook his head in disbelief, his thoughts rioting in his head. “No,” he said, his voice shaky and wavering. “Don't!” Sherlock lowered his gaze to the floor and drew his hand back. No... no, no, no... He was making it even worse. “No, Sherlock... I mean,” he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Not now, not now! “Don't apologize...” John managed to say. Slowly, Sherlock looked up again, as if uncertain, and the look on his face completely broke John.

He had done that. He was supposed to be Sherlocks best friend, but he had attacked Sherlock. He had punched him, when he returned from death, exhausted and looking forward to finally come home. And he had punched him when he was at his weakest, surrounded by others he had hit his best friend, and when he was lying on the ground, feeble and bleeding, he had continued to kick him.

He wanted to step closer to Sherlock, to try and comfort him, but he didn't dare to, afraid of Sherlocks reaction. “I'm sorry,” he whispered. “I'm so sorry, Sherlock.” He took another step back, then turned. He picked Rosie up from the floor and, leaving everything they brought with them today, went down the stairs.

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June of Doom Day 7

7. “What’s the bad news?”  

| Disoriented | Bite | Chainsaw |

TW: biting, threats of eating a character (well... they are animals, after all), animal fighting, major character injury

A/N: Alternate Universe - Animals; based on my story

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When Scotty woke from his trance and blinked in confusion, he instantly noted what must have happened.

His instincts! They had overwhelmed him!

Oh no. Oh no, no, no. How had this happened? He had been asleep and now? The sun was rising and he was in the middle of the jungle! Alone. The others were probably still at the clearing.

How the crew had ended up as animals, no one could explain, but apparently it was some sort of test.

It had taken some time for them to find out that they were supposed to fight against their instincts, especially the predators among them.

Scotty himself had been turned into a wee squirrel. Not the most dangerous animal... and definitely a piece of prey to most of his companions.

Jim as wolf, Spock as sehlat, Sulu as snake... they had to be the greatest predators. Though McCoy wasn't too harmless either in his racoon form. Bird Uhura and gopher Chekov were pretty much like Scotty - a wee snack.

It was all pretty bad.

When Scotty took a look at his surroundings, he suddenly realized that the clearing was nowhere near. But... he could sense the familar smell of McCoy who he had spent most of his time with.

Just... how had he escaped? The clearing had been surrounded by a dome. Uhura hadn't been able to find a way out.

Scotty quickly moved around, sniffing. He had to get back to the others. Or... maybe he should find a way out of the jungle first?

A noise from behind him startled the squirrel and he took a look over his shoulder, but suddenly a long tail was wrapped around him, holding him in his place.

Scotty let out a squeak and his eyes widened, as he realized just what had captured him.

A huge black cobra!

He tried his best to break free, but the snake didn't give him a chance. It moved its head so it could look him in the face with its threatening eyes.

"Please, don't-" Scotty closed his eyes when the tip of the cobra's tongue touched his cheek. Only a moment later he was gagged by the tail.

"Sssss, quiet. I won't kill you. At least... not yet."

With wide eyes, Scotty stared at the predator. That voice. He... knew it. A smile seemed to cross the snake's face.

"Ah, you recognize me, don't you, Mr. Scott?"

Khan! That voice belonged to the augment who had tried to kill them all two years ago! But... he couldn't be here! He was locked in a cryotube, wasn't he?

"I knew you right away. You have a familar smell. And... I suppose since you are here... Kirk and the others can't be too far away, now can they?"

Scott gathered all his courage and glared at Khan. He would tell him nothing.

"How about you show me where they are?"

The squirrel shook his head, determined not to endanger his friends. He just had to stay strong.

Khan gave him a theatrical sigh.

"Well then, I guess it's time for breakfast."

With that, the cobra opened his mouth, exposing his shiny teeth. Slowly, the head moved down and Scotty tried his best to wriggle himself out of the tight grip. The squirrel squeaked and whimpered, but just before the mouth covered him whole, Khan stopped and whispered to his ear.

"One last chance, Mr. Scott. Will you show me where they are?"

A slow nod was all Scotty could manage. Maybe he didn't want to endanger his friends, but he didn't want to get eaten either.

Slowly, Khan let go of him.

"A wise choice." He nodded his head towards the deeper jungle. "Lead the way."

Reluctantly, Scotty started to move. He knew that he couldn't flee. Just one bite and he was dead.

++++++++

It was only a wee hole in the dome, merely big enough for the smallest of them. It was hidden in some bushes.

Scotty exchanged a glance with Khan, who gave him a reassuring nod, indicating that he should get inside.

The squirrel swallowed hard, before he passed trough the hole and entered the dome.

He found everyone where he had expected them to be. On the clearing.

Chekov was still up in the trees. Uhura was flying around, eyes on the ground. McCoy was searching the ground too, just like Kirk, Spock and Sulu.

"H-hey there," Scotty greeted them with a trembling voice and all eyes fell on him.

"Scotty! Where were you?" Jim stared at him with wide eyes. Apparently they had all been worried.

Scotty tried his best not to look over his shoulder. He felt Khan's eyes on him.

"Uhm, I... have good and bad news. The good news is that... I found a way out of the dome."

Jim took a step closer and Scotty backed away only the slightest bit.

"Okay. And... what's the bad news?"

This time, Scott couldn't help the short glance at the bush behind him. And quickly the tail was back around his body.

"You aren't alone," the cobra answered the question for him with a wide grin, coming out of the shadows.

The rest of the crew stiffened and Kirk stared at the snake in disbelief.

"Khan?"

"What the- you've gotta be kidding me!" McCoy groaned in annoyance, while Spock raised an eyebrow.

"Fascinating."

Jim seemed to suppress a growl as he buried his claws in the ground.

"You can't be here."

At that, Khan chuckled coldly.

"Oh, but I am. And I suggest you do what I want or else..."

Once again a long tongue ran across Scotty's cheek and he shivered at the touch.

"You better let him go right now or I'll tear you to shreds," Jim snarled. But Khan didn't seem much impressed by the threat.

"It's getting harder and harder, isn't it?"

Kirk's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"What are you talking about?"

"To fight the animal inside of you. I can see it in your eyes, Kirk. All you want to do is sink your teeth into the warm, tasty flesh of your companions."

For a moment, surprise washed over Jim's face, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Bullshit! I'm in total control!"

Khan just shook his head, laughing.

"Oh, really? Well, how about you prove it?"

Scotty's heart skipped a beat, when he felt the teeth in his neck and shoulder. Khan was biting him!

Almost instantly, his body went numb and all strength left his muscles.

"No!" He heard several of his friends' voices. Some of them went to attack Khan, but the snake quickly reminded them of his power.

"Ah, ah, ah - I can kill you all with one bite, so you better stay away. And... this little fella here isn't dead. He's just paralyzed."

The tail moved and only a moment later, Scotty's limp body was dangling in the air.

"Well, Kirk, doesn't it look appealing? Don't you want a little snack?"

From where he was hanging, Scott could see his captain quite well. And it made his stomach twist and turn.

Jim's eyes were fixed on him, the mouth drooling. All senses seemed to be drawn from the ocean blue color.

"Jim," McCoy's warning voice echoed through the air. But Kirk wasn't listening to his friend.

"It can't move. It can't flee. You just have to help yourself."

Kirk was in trance. Scott knew it. He could see it in his friend's eyes.

"You're a good boy, aren't you? Then go and get your treat!"

The tail let go and Scotty flew through the air, landing right to the wolf's feet.

Panic gripped his heart, his breath and pulse racing.

For a moment, the squirrel was certain that it was his end, but he was wrong.

Sounds of fighting followed. Snarls and growls.

Scotty couldn't see anything, but he knew that they were all attacking. Everyone was trying to put Kirk back to his senses. And he just wanted to help them.

He heard a loud yelp and knew that one of them must have been hurt. McCoy! It was Leonard!

Scotty wanted to look at him, but it was hopeless.

And suddenly everything changed. Spock's soothing voice filled the air and only a moment later, the jungle around them vanished.

They were in a huge white hall, all back to their human form.

’Crew of the Enterprise. You have passed our test. We will follow your request and join your Federation.’

A voice filled the room and soon enough the inhabitants of the planet they had visited entered the hall. They explained to them that it had been a test to prove that in dangerous situations the crew was ready to lean up against higher superiors.

They healed McCoy and Scotty, allowing for him to move again.

"And Khan?" The Scotsman looked around in confusion. The augment was nowhere to be seen.

"The cobra was one of our own. From scanning all of your memories, we learned that Khan Noonien Singh was one of your greatest enemies. He was a test too. He was there to provoke the captain."

Well... that had worked.

And even though it hadn't been real, Scotty just had one request.

"Can we never do this again, please?"

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