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c0mbatchameleon · 2 months

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@jegulus-microfic March 12, prompt: retire, words: 953

Aka optometrist reg au (part 1? maybe) loosely based off of this post

James is having trouble breathing.

The problem is, he can’t quite remember how to do it right now. His brain, rather impressively, emptied of all of its contents the moment the optometrist opened the door.

Right off the bat, the man had been straight to business; swift stride into the room, eyes glued to the clipboard in hand, a curt “hello” and introduction before he sat down and uncapped a pen with his goddamn teeth. James could only stare dumbly, mouth agape as he stumbled over half-sentient responses to the all routine eye exam questions (“See okay with your current prescription?” A black curl falling over the doctor’s otherwise perfectly framed face, cheekbones carved by the sea, like stones.

“Uh huh.”

“Taking any current medications?” Beautiful silver-blade eyes meeting his expectantly.

“Uh-“ James coughing and clearing his throat, “no. No medications.”)

Now, he's at least regained his ability to form sentences. But as James watches the doctor fiddling with machinery, silver rings glinting in harsh, sterile lighting, he is finding immense difficulty in breathing like a normal human being.

“So,” James begins, leaning to rest his elbow on the table and swelling his chest ever-so-slightly. He does his best to smooth out his voice as he speaks, going for casual with just a sprinkling of something sultry. “Dr. Black, did you say it was?” He may not be able to fully function but God help him if he can’t still flirt.

The doctor's eyes flick up for only a split second, but James counts it as a win. “That’s correct.” He maneuvers what looks like an avant-garde torture contraption towards where James is sitting. “Rest your chin on the platform.”

James does as he’s told, holding back from an absurd urge to respond with a Yes, sir. He's definitely not conjuring a medley of alternate scenarios in his head in which Dr. Black orders him around. “And what might your first name be?”

“It might be of no relevance to the matter at hand, Mr. Potter.”

“Call me James, please.”

Regulus sits on the other side of the torture-machine and begins turning dials. “You should see a red X on the right side, James,” he replies flatly. Still, the sound of his name on the man’s tongue is fucking intoxicating. It's echoing around his skull--James James James JamesJamesJames--he wants to hear it a million more times, every minute of every day until his last.

James usually hates these appointments. Hates the big machines he has to stick his face in, blowing air and shining bright lights in his eyes. Hates that stupid picture of the house that they make him look at a million times over while some old man who looks just about ready to retire asks “One or two?”

But Dr. Black is not some old man.

He’s new—James has been coming here for years and has certainly never been graced with the sight of this angel-fallen-to-earth before. He's young, too; despite the way he carries the poise of a man with years of experience under his belt, cool and confident and collected, there’s no way Dr. Black is old enough to be more than a couple years out of school. All sharp edges and smooth skin.

And god, his skin. It looks impossibly soft, stretched over slender hands and freckled cheeks, strong nose and cut jaw. As James runs his eyes hungrily over the landscapes of peach-pale skin--hills and valleys spanning the doctor's face and neck and fingers and knuckles--he considers how easy it would be to reach out and touch it, find out for himself if it's really as smooth as it looks.

“James,” Dr. Black's voice cuts sharp through his fantasy, one brow raised where he's clearly caught James drooling over him. “Please look into the eyepiece.”

It’s not like James can help it. He’s a bit entranced by the way the doctor maintains such a stoic expression, posture rigid and cold eyes unwavering, especially now. It’s all the beauty of a pointed blade, glittering in the sunlight, begging to draw blood.

But James doesn’t miss the light blush now in full bloom across the man’s cheeks. Silver-clad fingers have begun tapping a sporadic pattern on the table as storm cloud eyes sweep down and back up James' face, quick as a flash of lightning, and isn’t that just curious? Suddenly, James wants to know what it would take to get that stone-cold cast to crack.

He shoots back a sly grin. “Sure thing, nameless doctor.” He looks into the contraption. “Oh would you look at that. A red X.”

The doctor lets out a muted sigh. He fidgets some more with the dials and buttons on the other side of the machine as James watches the X shift in and out of focus. He breaks the silence only when it's stretched for just a moment too long. “My name is Regulus. There’s gonna be a bright flash now.”

Immediately, a blinding white light flashes directly into his eye, burning a goddamn hole into his field of vision. He swears he can see the inside of his pupil for a moment.

But James doesn't care. Once the shock subsides, he finds himself grinning ear-to-ear.

Now we're getting somewhere.

He looks back up from the eyepiece to where the doctor, Regulus, is still intently focused on the computer and equipment. Evading James' gaze. Cheeks still pink.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Regulus.”

#I can’t get them out of my head #so here’s a small little thing #didn’t even rlly finish the scene so might continue it some time #laughing at james trying to puff out his chest and strike a pose at this eye exam #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #starchaser #jegulus microfic #james potter x regulus black #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus fic #sunseeker #marauders #james x regulus #writing stuff and things #microfic tag

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year

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This is the start of something new

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#Poorly Drawn MDZS #MDZS #wei wuxian #lan wangji #season 1 #*I never knew that it could happen till it happened to me*#Listen there were so many good scenes I wanted to draw and maybe one day I will but dang #sometimes when there are too many good moments to draw in a summary comic you have to abridge them into something that gets the vibes #The teen boy shenanigans that wwx drags lwj into are fine and good and *funny*#but they are also 15 and 15 year olds will say whatever comes to mind whether its well formulated or not #Less of a gay awakening and more of a moment of realizing that theres a door labeled 'homosexual thoughts' in the back of the house #and someone just threw a baseball into the window of it #poor lwj for he now spends the rest of his teen and young adult years haunted by this moment #only to cultivate it into a garden in which he will one day marry this man #Live your life in a way that would make teen you implode -> my daily advice column wisdom #Side note: this comic is vertical because I...ran out of space on my page. I have been meaning to experiment though #might continue like this? Maybe...

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silentassassin21 · 11 months

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Campaign 1, Episode 76: Brawl in the Arches

#critical role #vox machina #c1e76 #vaxleth #marisha & liam #liam o'brien #marisha ray #mygifs #i continued my c1 watch finally and Them 🥹🥹#might make this a series where i gif all my favourite vaxleth scenes #we're ignoring that these are out of sync mkay #also that keyleth looked like vex in this scene asdjfalsfj

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rosebathe · 6 months

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How I Met Your Mother (HIMYM)

#never rlly got to finish himym and idk i might continue it coz idk where i left off and forgot it already lol #how i met your mother #himym #series #tv shows #quotes #movie scenes #robin scherbatsky #ted mosby #barney stinson #marshall eriksen #lily aldrin #sitcom #comedy drama #romantic comedy #**idk if i’d still continue

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iicomet · 6 months

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(pre-reincarnation!chung myung & reader)

(In which you meet him for several times.)

The first time you met him, you remember thinking one thing.

‘What a small child.’

Cold autumn air pricks at your skin, puffs of condensed air surrounding your lips, your warmth sourced from the bundles of scarves you had wrapped around yourself. Curious eyes watched the wrapped child being held in your elder’s arms; small hands, already so beaten and bruised at a young age, held back the temptation to hold him and fascinate in awe over the smaller being.

Despite being one of the older children, bearing witness to the numerous people who had joined the sect, you were still so fascinated at the younger ones being brought in. Even as you grew up in the walls of the esteemed sect, hearing people come and go through the wide doors, red painted wood opening and closing with a loud creak— You always seemed to miss the exact moment of their entry and departure, always so caught up in the swings of your wooden sword; each swing harsher than the rest, each stroke softer than before. Gaze boring into the tip of the blunt weapon as if it had wronged your entire bloodline; your mind dazed as you watched your own body be controlled by the memories of a practiced dance, over and over again. It was like you only had eyes for the sword, and nothing else.

Yet this time, you caught a sight of something else for the first time.

And that just so happens to be the first time you met that child, on October 10. Blue skies tinted with a yellowish hue, the clouds passing through the gates of the sect, watching the newest addition to the family you had grown to love over the years. Hiding above the tall pink trees that decorated the grounds, you didn’t dare to reveal yourself despite the waging curiosity and interest in your heart.

Perhaps you were afraid of dealing with a younger child, afraid of hearing it cry so suddenly in your presence; or perhaps you were afraid of being found by your seniors for slacking off, the height of your rebellious stage beginning to peek through the cracks of your innocent exterior despite being years away from reaching the peak of your adolescent adventures. They had always said that the quieter ones were the most unexpected ones, after all.

So, you continued to watch from afar, the scent of plum blossoms beginning to feel overwhelming as you surrounded yourself in it, drowning your shadows in a pink sea.

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The second time you had met him, it was when you were assigned to take care of him, when he could barely even walk. You had wondered what kind of person he will grow into, holding chubby little hands in your bigger ones, squishing the flesh with an amused smile. He was so weak, so defenseless. Even though you were the same, merely a few years difference between the both of you, you still felt a sense of protectiveness over the boy, wanting to shield him from the harm the world could ever bring him.

At that moment, you allowed a promise to be made, to swear by a self-inflicted oath to protect the child before you. Why would you do something for someone you had just met? A child, whose only life was behind the guarded walls of the sect and surrounded with the warmth of a family, had no idea how valuable a life was.

Even so, you gave yours to him.

You gave yours to them.

A sudden tight pinch alerts you from your thoughts, flinching slightly from the death grip this child has. You tried prying off your fingers, fearing it might break, but his grip was too strong, and you didn’t want to hurt the child.

You sighed. You were never expecting a younger child to have such a monstrocious grip strength.

Maybe, you didn’t need to protect him after all. Maybe, this child was someone who might be the one to protect you in the future, instead.

You chuckled.

As if.

Even if this child grows up to be the savior of the world, you were still his senior. As his older senior, you would do your best to accompany him, so he wouldn’t be lonely. As his older senior, you had a duty to guide and protect your younger sect members. Just like how your seniors did to you, and just like how their seniors did to them.

You were his senior. You had a duty to fulfill.

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The one hundred sixty-eighth time you had met him, he was running from his sect brother. You, who remained diligent in your training, bumped into him after a long time. Or, well, he bumped into you, causing the little findings in his hands to drop and spill onto the ground.

“Ah– There you are.”

You picked him up like a stray cat, his expression morphing from a mischievous glee to a nervous smile. He still greeted you as always, his voice abnormally innocent and kind. Cheeky little one, you bemused. As an expert is able to discern an amateur's lies, you weren’t a fool to trust his facade, having experienced the same scene that played before them over and over again while still in their youth.

It was like you could hear the sighs of your fellow sect members, shaking their heads as they hear you speak like an elder despite your young age. They would joke that perhaps an older spirit had possessed your body, causing you to act like a matured grandpa whilst adorning a teenage face. You, in turn would just solemnly nod and bemoan out loud whenever it rains, complaining about your aching knees and tired back to run from training. At first, it would work, but people soon stopped believing your act of compliance towards their jokes and forced you to return to sword swingings. What a pity.

Of course, as the kind and mature senior you were, you were about to give him advice on how to act better and let him off if he were to share with you his findings, but was unfortunately disrupted by the voice of another sect brother who came running towards the both of you, obviously exhausted. You pitied him, for a moment, deciding to continue your mask as the reliable senior instead.

To be honest, you pitied yourself more; for losing the opportunity to share a drink underneath the moonlight with your fellow disciples.

You smiled at him as he spoke words that flew from one ear to another, your mind too occupied with the devastating fates that separated you and your beloved wine. Disappointment leaks through your expression, causing your juniors to freeze.

Chung Myung-ah, you should’ve ran faster.

Placing him down, you acted as nonchalant as possible, seeing another opportunity to grab and pick up the bottles, leaving the both of them behind. You silently applauded yourself for the genius idea that appeared in your mind in the spur of the moment as you walked away, promising yourself to pay your junior back for giving you such a wonderful chance.

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The five hundred and twelfth time you had met him, he was working hard in the training grounds you once found yourself in nearly every day, taking your place in his diligent training. You were merely passing through, taking a break from your own practices when your eyes caught the familiar tuff of black hair, standing amidst the neatly arranged crowd of disciples. Wooden sword in his hand, it reminds you of the ones you broke countless times during your past, before you were sentenced to cleaning the halls because of one too many losses.

It’s not your fault the wooden sword couldn’t handle your strength, you thought, pouting slightly as you mopped the floors clean. Unfortunately for you, the elders thought otherwise. Maybe that’s why they had you banned from using the wooden swords for a short period of time, and why they decided to exclude you from the practices right now.

…No, that’s not it. You were clearly just slacking off by telling your instructor that you had to grab the specialized sword that the sect elders made for you just to stop you from continuing to cause any more losses to their savings. Obviously, you did grab it, but you just went for the longer route to go back to your training. If they asked, you would just blame it on your weak knees.

Your attention returned to the shouts of your junior brothers as they swung their swords, eyes filled with determination to perform the best in their group. You smiled, watching the younger ones repeat the same dance you had forced yourself to do a few years back, the same fire burning their limbs underneath the sun after hours and hours of non-stop swinging.

As you walked away, footsteps softly resounding across the cobblestone pathway, the already quiet paddings underneath your feet deafened by the passionate yells from your juniors, you wondered how long it would take for him to grow stronger and become like you.

You silently hoped that it would never come.

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The five hundred twentieth time you had met him, it was night. The moon shone above the both of you, the birds long returned to their homes and quietly entered their slumber, just like everyone else in the sect. So, why were the both of you staring at each other wide-eyed, hands holding something the both of you shouldn’t be holding?

A look of recognition was passed between the two, a silent nod and approval of each other’s action. Who would’ve thought that the senior that everyone thought was a stickler for rules was such a troublemaker? Who would’ve thought that the growing prodigy in the sect was such a troublemaker? (The latter was quite a known case, but the former was still quite a surprise to those who were not of the same generation. What a well-kept secret, indeed.)

Before the two could even do anything, a sudden flicker of light appeared from a corner, causing them to bolt into different directions, the shouts of an elder close behind them. The younger one, who was nearly caught, found himself being grabbed by the back of his neck and pulled towards a secluded place, where another senior looked at him in surprise.

Three of them stayed quiet behind the walls, their breathing soft and quiet despite the harsh beatings in their heart, the bottles in their hands nearly breaking from the sheer pressure. The seconds felt like years, the stress from being caught causing them to age several years, but it was by luck that the elder was too tired to look closer. Perhaps if he did, he would catch three delinquents with one too many bottles of wine in their possessions, staring right back at him.

‘Maybe this is why senior was always complaining about having grey hair,’ Chung Myung thought.

A soft sigh escapes your lips, the feeling of relief flooding your veins as you slowly slide down the walls and sit on the floor. Nervous hearts pounded with blood, before the adrenaline rush dies down and you find yourself chuckling, giggling softly at the excitement this brings.

It’s true when they said that laughter was contagious, for the small corner was soon filled with childish sniggerings, three unruly disciples enjoying the stolen fruits of their labor in the night together. Underneath the moonlit gleam, you shared a drink with your fellow disciples, raising your glass high in the air, cheeks red from both the alcohol and joy.

#its fluff (finally!!!)#hopefully.#return of the blossoming blade #return of the mount hua sect #rotbb #x reader #return of the mount hua sect x reader #cheong myeong #chung myung #cheongmyeong #chung myung x reader #chungmyung #gn reader #cheong myeong x reader #return of mount hua #return of the blossoming blade x reader #would've continued it but it was getting too long/losing motivation and i might accidentally turn it into angst (AGAIN..!!)#platonic relationship intended!!#another throw back to my first fic lol #whos the extra person in the last scene i wonder #(theyre totally not related to senior reader lore...)#senior of mount hua #it does get reader centric at one point im sorry i swear i'll write cm centric in the next #maybe i'll continue this in the future because theres a very very big gap in between that im not too satisfied with.....#talking about the jump from second to hundred smth and more #the pacing is not pacing

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bericas · 1 year

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I should not be left to my own devices—they come with prices and vices, I end up in crisis, tale as old as time.

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twinkodium · 8 months

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BOYFRIEND MATERIAL 🫠🫠

Bonus:

THAT FINE ASS 🍑

THE SLUTTY WAIST 🫨

AND THE BITEABLE NECK 😌

#f1 #oscar piastri #dutch gp 2023 #screaming from the top of my lungs 😭😭😭#so damn handsome and adorable 😮‍💨😮‍💨#pi🍑tri #oscass #hyperventilating just by looking at him 🫨#imagine running into him in the paddock when you least expect it #I’d be on the floor melting into a puddle #HIS HAIR ON THURSDAY!!!#that’s everything it needs to be appreciated 😍😍#ARMS ON THIRD… @jackie are you here? alive? cuz I’m not #calling the ambulance right now my heart beats so fast I might die 🙃#okay I’m (ab)normal again… 😌#Oscar yt era beloved!!#he has to continue filming behind the scenes 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼#also he was so quiet about this and dropped the bomb just before the next race weekend starts…#smug little bastard #THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS 🤤🤤#forgot to include the neck pic 😨#I wanna **** **** on that neck 🤤

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zoxiee · 2 years

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Doodles and unfinished things I liked from the last little while!

#rick and morty #gravity falls #stanchez #dead end paranormal park #lil stanley #ricksona #Yo! sorry i’ve been gone for so long #i moved to a diff state and have been refiguring out life in a new place #hope y’all are doing good #anywho this is a bunch of shiz i had time to do whilst being busy af #might continue coloring the d&d scene but for now it’s a thing that’s been staring at me #yes mcgucket is taako for some reason it felt right #n morty got seduced by the spider lady what got me #also dead end is a v good show and you should watch it #can you guess my fav characters from it?#sketches #richie and J are having adventures at the abandoned morty land theme park

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highfunctioningfleshrule63 · 1 month

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hey, your video compilation of 4chan post about shield is a great ressource for fandom psychology. Interesting to see another user who lurk the wrestling board and use tumblr. Did you ever work on compilation of the tumblr fandom during the peak of the shield era ? I did not research it yet. xoxo

glad someone liked that video, only in times when im super fixated on something will i end up searching through the 4chan archives for more content...unfortunately 4chan vernacular tends to get a laugh out of me (if it isnt absolute lowtier content, had to scrape through a lot of that). the shield stuff i tried to get from when it was at its peak and you'll see posts on there from 2013+, but i also got modern stuff now bc the boardspeak actually changed with it.

ironically it is way easier to deepdive and compile stuff from 4chan bc it has a much better archival system than tumblr; ive also looked for lots of old stuff on deviantart due to the crossover but i found that it has a pretty shitty way of archiving/sorting older posts (just like on here. ive been on tumblr since 13 so i know what sorts of areas to look for, but its still very hard to find it directly on here. i havent spent as much time as i did getting those posts for that video so i can try harder.)

fandom psychology is interesting to me too so im happy you saw my video with that angle. ive collected lots of old shield fangirl content off of sites like weheartit and pinterest (ironically those are often better at keeping images up for longer periods of time) too but i didnt know if i should make a comp, maybe i will. i also looked through random forums and places like lolcow dot farms (which only really granted one of the screenshots...not too much discussion over there for good or bad. i was hoping to find discussion abt shieldfangirls or wrestling rpf but surprisingly they didnt think to make a "point and laugh" thread abt those topics). i find it interesting how much shieldrelated psychosis was on both sides of the spectrum (tumblr vs 4chan)....i could talk more on it but im a little brainless and sleep deprived rn

heres some extras i had that didnt make the cut (plus just some of my favorites):

and these were from a thread talking abt the modern stereotypical tumblr wrestling fan (specifically talking abt aedubs young bucks fans/the elite fans)

(*fangirl in this is a term im using loosely of course)

#surprisingly there is actually LESS shield blingees than dx or cm punk blingees. that at least i could find. theres a large number of #desktop background edits from deviantart and content like the fanfic edits/“outfits i would wear to meet the shield”/ogflowercrown phone bg #collages. and the like. i could compile all this shit i just didnt think it mattered to anyone LOL #sorry for the long post everyone #the most interesting thing abt the shields hayday and eventual fall on 4chan was 1) how many guys unironically loved seth up until he #“turned shoot faggot”/or the first knee injury. he was a fan favorite on there even with the contrarian posters saying otherwise (most of #4chan is just being. the contrarian so that tracks). and 2) the huge divide between guys who hated ambrose (usually bc he was over with #female fans...theres still that divide with how straight men dont understand favs among women. also goes along w my noted difference in fav #among queer men/women etc etc - but they would mask this by saying they hated that he was a jobber (true) or his inring technique was slopp #) and guys who adored ambrose bc he was a promo guy...they loved his early promos/“he just like me fr”.. (and a large grouping of dudes who #would call him cute). i dunno just stuff i noticed #also. obviously a lotta mox hate due to dickriding cornette #the shields peak is interesting to me so i might continue to compile more shit like this when i get the time. i have the shield dvds too #and wanted to do a LONG journey of p1rat1n6 all their scenes off of pcock while i still have my sub. but it would take a while #also. love ur acc bc i too enjoy thinkin abt the fem versions of dude wrestlers #fleshclipstag #tactical-asks

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todayisafridaynight · 1 year

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he got cancelled on live television

#y7 spoilers #spoilers #ig his cancellation is a spoiler #rgg #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku 7 #yakuza series #yakuza 7 #ryo aoki #masato arakawa #nick ogata #snap sketches #this was certifiably the funniest moment in the game for me im sorry #i dont know what it was but it just made me burst out laughing when it happened #i was just gonna stop at the Who Posted My N udes joke but. the whole scene's a goldmine for jokes #but thats enough from me for tonight bye bye- might continue my impulsive Y7 replay

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ferretwhomst · 3 months

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ON THE TOPIC OF THE GHOST BROTHERS IVE BEEN MEANING TO ASK BECAUSE THE INSANITY IS GROWING Help why am i yelling

How did the ghost brothers first interaction go the mental image of them doing the spiderman meme made me keysmash irl but On a more serious note . i am autism staring you

HEHEHEHE HI EMBER. sorry to keep you waiting for like two days on this ask. to make up for makimg you wait i went a littleee crazy. ENJOY. ALSO YES I WILL BE GOING TO SLEEP AFTER POSTING THIS. DW

when they first meet ghost ford is on the verge of panicking, trying to properly utilize the first burst of energy he's had in 30 years by doing the only thing he can think of: following his brother trying to make sure he doesn't do something he shouldn't. (and let's face it, after seeing how stan reacts to finding his remains, he 100% expects him to do something he shouldn't. stanley's always been impulsive like that.)

following stan into an entirely different reality is deeply disorienting- and of course it's a lot to process!!! three decades of total inactivity and suddenly he finds himself dimension hopping. it's a lot.

this dimension's basement looks a lot like his, minus the blood embedded in the floor and walls, of course... but fundamentally it's the same basement. the first thing he notices is the trembling shape of two people's silhouettes intertwined in a tight hug. it's hard to see, what with the bad lighting (and, you know, his singular working eye), but from the wild hair ford can tell that the misshapen lump contains his brother and... another version of himself???

he catches himself overthinking and, through gritted teeth, promises himself he'll unpack that later; he's still getting his bearings and processing his environment. standing somewhat behind them are what look like two children, not older than 12 or 13. they're on the verge of tears, but look relieved nonetheless.

before ford can start to question what this means, the most awful scent of smoke starts to engulf his senses. he winces. it's... still better than the lasting smell of rot in his own basement, but it overwhelms him nonetheless. it's a reminder of how his last conversation with stan went, and an unwelcome one at that.

as he surveys the room for a source, he suddenly locks his gaze with someone who looks a lot like him. he brushes his unkempt hair out of his eyes (tired, tired eyes; ones that have worked 30 years past their expiration date) to look at ford with a horrified look of realization.

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year

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Late Night Talking

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#poorly drawn mdzs #MDZS #wei wuxian #lan wangji #This scene had massive 'we are the only two people still up at the sleepover' energy #thought let me set the record straight; wwx doesn't open up in the scene. He fully deflects #Nor does LWJ play with ants B*(#I wanted to merge the two scenes a bit that's all #My OG script was a bit funnier but it broke continuity so rip (i.e: wwx outright stated 'remember when YOU...' in reference to the ants)#also rip to lwj saying 'hey U up?' like he's texting his crush. I hope the spirit is still there #We all know lwj sticks to his 9pm bedtime no matter what #and wouldn't be traditionally texting on a cellphone #He wakes up at 4:30 am to go for a run #gets home at 5:30 to use the lan household computer to go on his shared google doc with wwx and comments 'are you still awake?'#cause lets me real. wwx might also keep a steady sleep schedule but at least he *can* pull an all-nighter #Can you imagine lwj at a sleepover? I admit to being the kid who went to bed and woke up 3-4 hours before the others #you either get fed up and wake someone else up for enrichment - or plan ahead to bring a book - or Walk Home #I fully missed out on all that deep heart to heart stuff. I usually was the one to go 'guysssss we are gonna get in troubleeee go to sleep'#wait this is too much sleepover talk I need to talk about wwx in the last panel. It's a mix of panic and pride.#He's just at the beginning of realizing this guy has changed a lot in 13 years #gonna be a while before more comic pages get posted but they're ready to go in the queue!#(I'm still posting other stuff daily though!)

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twitterdotcom · 4 months

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Personally, I felt like episode 8 was the show telling us it wasn't going to be renewed. After 7+8 I never had any hope for its renewal. It just felt too final, and not in a good way, but rather that the show had no confidence that it would get renewed either. If it had ended on a cliffhanger I would at least felt something like sadness towards the show not getting renewed.

And even if it was renewed I felt like it wouldn't be able to fix any of the issues that season 2 had, but rather just continue them further. Max seemed really ready to sabotage the show long before it even was renewed, and with the various production restraints that the show encountered during s2 I can only figure as much.

Like if the issue was the budget, that'll still be a problem, if its the pacing I have no confidence that hbo would renew it for more than 8 episodes, and if the problem was executives changing the show and altering beloved characters thats not going away either.

I remember reading that s2 underperformed compared to S1 and it also ended with alienating a large (and active) portion of the audience, but it in terms of online interaction it still out performs many of the shows on the platform that have been renewed and is a well rated show that has an audience. We already know that the head of warner bros is a turd of a man whose only interest is money for himself, and whose choice surrounding HBO/Max has been incredibly stupid and demeaning towards all forms of filmmaking

I feel like it was intentionally set up to fail, because all Max wants is cheap TV or at least a show that can be drawn out forever and make as much money as possible, which Ofmd isn't, its a 3 season show with sets that have to he constructed, vfx that needs done, and costumes that need sewn. They cut the budget, shortened the episodes, and influenced the story all to make it look bad, so they could justify their decision of not renewing it while also getting to rack in money from ofmd's fanbase one last time.

#ofmd #our flag means death #and yes some of my opinion might be influenced by being apart of side that got alienated #but i feel like s2 just sucked dry what was so fun about gb in s1 #and the ending was just so abrupt and random but hard to get out of or continue without needing to change the show or undermine ep8 #it just lacked confidence that there would be a season 3 #there was no cliffhanger to make a viewer excited for s3 it was just over.#and a shot of a grave of all things too 😬 like telling you the shows dead #i didn't make this post to debate izzy or whether the show is good actually #i think that we can all agree that s2 had a lot of really good scenes in it. but theres a lot of things #in it that don't stand up to scrutiny. or even follow its own set universes rules in sloppy ways

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Halloween on the compound

Relationships: Staci Pratt/Jacob Seed

Rating: NR (no smut but i’m building up to it lol)

Warnings: Alcohol Use, Collars

Jacob was getting drunk, well buzzed. In the wake of a proverbial ceasefire for the holiday, he had no reason to keep up his post. Really, he could take one night off. If his Chosen couldn’t handle themselves without physical guidance for a single day, they weren’t worth keeping, were they. There was a knock at his door. No matter how light, the echo would ring ominously through the office, bouncing off the thick wood; though not that many had the guts to bother Jacob if he wasn’t immediately available. The Herald tossed back the glass of whisky in his hand and hummed to himself as it went down, sliding further into his seat. With one leg propped on his desk, and the other planted by the leg of his chair, he felt the whisky spread across his chest, warm. Now made comfortable, he answered, voice rough from the drink “What is it”.

The door creaked open just enough for Deputy Pratt to slide himself through the gap, and shut it quietly behind him, “Sir” he responded. The tentative greeting almost lost itself if not for the ear ringing silence of the room. “What is it, Pratt.” His words were slower than usual, faintly giving way to a drawl on the last syllables. Jacob thought idly if Staci had noticed his inebriation (Stacj had) he wouldn’t even think to acknowledge it (Staci wouldn’t), he had his dogs trained well. Speak, Sit, Stay . . . Beg. Staci began to rattle off tallies and quotas reached from his clipboard, stopping tentatively between some to gauge Jacobs reaction. The oldest Seed just stared, impassively, the Deputy’s words buzzing in his ear quiet and clipped; But his body taught like a bow, all lean muscle, did he always look this tense?

“C’mere”. Jacob’s voice was rougher than rough.

Staci froze, looking up from his clipboard. “I can’t hear a damn word you’re saying. Come here.” Pratt knew well enough not to show his apprehension, he also knew how little Jacob enjoyed repeating himself. He stepped up to the desk quickly, fixing his posture and puffing up his chest for good measure. Maybe his false bravado would get him some extra points this time.

The first words out of his mouth still came with a stutter, eyes back to the board Staci. Not to the massive man tracing ridges on the whiskey glass with his fingers, not to the way he’s tracing you with his eyes. Board, Staci. As he continued listing, Jacob began grumbling noises of affirmation or disapproval to certain things, which Staci made mental notes of, not daring even now to move from his position of attention. Then Jacob got up from his seat, and stepped close. Staci could smell the alcohol on the breath of the other man, his breath hitched, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Closer.

Staci couldn’t help the blush that crept up his cheeks and neck, it could’ve been the cold, must’ve been the cold. The cold and the hot breath he could feel prickling his skin from the mountain in front of him, yeah that had to be it. The Deputy finished listing and looked up. That was a mistake. The look Jacob had fixed him with turned his blood to ice, and set butterflies loose in his stomach; there was a fox in the hen house. Staci’s mouth opened and closed. Less than a foot away, Jacob licked his teeth.

A meaty hand reached in to Staci’s space, “What’s this . . . Peaches.” Jacob cracked a sharp toothy smile. He was so fucked. “That’s uh-“ he couldn’t even think of what to say -sorry Sir in a moment of pure delusion I thought it would be ironic to dress like the attack dog you treat me as- “it’s um” Who was he kidding this was insane, evidence of a mental break if anything; and now he was wearing a fucking dog collar in Jacob’s office, well a cat collar if it mattered. Jacob loomed over him, thick fingers heavy as they rubbed around and under the thick leather. “What is it, Peaches, cat got your tongue?”. Staci’s mouth went dry. He looked Jacob in his eyes again. “l uh, Halloween costume Sir.” He could hear the blood in his ears.

“Oh.” Jacob said, actually seeming half surprised. He stepped back from Staci, turning back to his desk, and drink. “Is that what that is?” The oldest Seed took back his seat behind the desk. Staci could breathe again. “Yes, Sir.”

“Well” Jacob grumbled “That about covers it doesn’t it, Peaches.” He paused looking Staci up and down slowly, drinking him in, gauging his reaction. Unless he could feel Pratt’s heart rate increase under his scrutiny everything should be fine, but Staci didn’t doubt that he might have that ability. In Jacob’s presence his brain always seemed to run a mile a minute, but still, not. fast. enough. He should say something, “Yes, Sir” good one Stace way to think on your feet. The Deputy turned to leave, and “Aht, aht, aht” Jacob’s chair pushing out from its resting position across the wooden floor sounded like a car wreck, it rattled Staci entirely. “You’re not ready to walk out like that are you?” Jacob seemed to move without moving, he hadn’t made a sound, the chair had but this massive man had closed this distance between the Deputy and himself in a matter of seconds, without making a sound. It attracted and terrified him completely, he understood deer in the path of LED headlights. “Are you, Peaches?”. That was a question. “Uh- No, Sir?” Jacob smiled, good answer, relief. “No, Sir.” Jacob repeated back to him, and reached for the collar again; This time handling the buckle, smoothing his thumb over the metal tip before tightening it a notch around Staci’s throat, warm.

It was still loose, made for a bigger cat than him, Jacob thought; but it made Staci’s head spin. Jacob pulled at it, bringing their faces within inches of one another. “Next time i’ll get you one that fits, huh, Peaches.” Oh God. “Ye-Yes, Sir.”

#jacob seed/staci pratt #jacob seed x staci pratt #jacob x staci #staci pratt #jacob seed #ns/fw #nsft #idk if i plan to continue this #i also haven’t written fanfic in literally like 7 years or some crazy shit #so seriously i’d love feedback/corrections/comments #i might end up writing the s** scene this is asking for and putting it on ao3 lol #my writing #⚠️

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