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jmrothwell · 2 years
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Tuesday prompts 11 nicknames, Reggie x Carrie?
The throbbing wouldn’t stop, the Tylenol she’d taken must not have kicked in yet. Nothing more she could do for it now. They were literally minutes away from going on.
With a quick steadying breath she plastered on her brightest smile and stepped out onto the stage. Thankfully, this particular routine meant she had sunglasses to ease the harsh lights.
The routine was so ingrained in her that she ran it on autopilot for the most part. She did opt to keep her sunglasses on when the routine usually called for her to throw them aside. Instead she sent a cheeky wink over the frames and resettled them on her face.
Not like anyone would question her decision. Besides she could use all the help she could get to keep the pain at bay.
It took a beat too long for her to realize they had finished. The pulsing in her head nearly drowned out the applause. But that was easy enough to spin, strike a different final pose before big smiles and bows.
All anyone else would see was a girl taking extra time to bask in the spotlight.
Well, that’s what most people would see anyway. Her smile nearly broke when her eyes caught on Reggie waiting in the wings. His concerned scowl pierced right through her.
“Hey peach blossom.” He quietly greeted, with a quick peck to her forehead. Then he passed her her water bottle. She could have sworn she left it in the green room with the rest of her things. “Bright hot stage lights and dehydration usually don’t help with headaches.”
“Here I thought I was hiding it well.” Carrie grumbled but took a grateful swig of the cool beverage.
Reggie snorted as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and helped guide her through the darkened backstage, she still had her sunglasses on. “You forget how often I’ve seen you run through that dance.”
Carrie exhaled a short, brisk laugh. It was cut short by the groan she failed to suppress as they were greeted by the lights of the green room. He gave her a quick squeeze and another peck to the top of her head before he quickly gathered the rest of her things.
She extended out her arm, fully intent on carrying her own bag. Instead he took it as an invitation to wrap her up in one of his arms again, hers now slung loose around his waist. That megawatt smile of his softened the glare she tried to send his way.
“All right, let’s get you home.” His tone was bright even while his voice remained soft and low, “How does a nice bubble bath sound?”
“Absolutely divine” She hummed, already picturing the soothing warmth and the lavender scent enveloping her. “Will you be joining me casanova?”
“Only if you want me to my peach blossom.”
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Casual Affections
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hansoeii · 3 months
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boring paperwork.
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originalaccountname · 6 months
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My turn to be skk-posting
in my ideal vision, when they finally get in something resembling a relationship (as adults, they were Not There as teenagers), it's because they both want it, which means they unlock previously forbidden features with each other like sharing a bed instead of a couch (you all know about my weird obsession with skk and couches), but also freely touching.
Dazai is a rather tactile person; my guy is freed after 2 weeks in prison and the first thing he does is dance, poke at, lean/hug and play with the hair of the first non-evil person (a stranger) he meets. Being with Chuuya, he constantly finds himself in Chuuya's bubble, and indulges in ways he usually can't with others. That often means direct skin contact, not even with ulterior motives, but really just because he is allowed and he wants to.
Chuuya on the other hand has never done something gently ever: he is fierce, he cares and loves intensely, and he never lets go, but he barely knows the concept of a reassuring gesture (working on it). Dazai being in his bubble wouldn't bother him at all by that point, but the handsy part? it's awkward. needs some getting used to. It's a learning opportunity.
And when Chuuya gets used to it and finally makes a move to return the favour? it's Dazai who short-circuits.
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leenfiend · 9 months
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they’re goofy your honor!!!!
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saltseashark · 5 months
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famblies (found or otherwise)
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ronnierosest · 1 month
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Zakkura "So he never initiates, never asks, and waits." - inspired by a fanfiction we're friends, right? (very adult) by totosheadset
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I’m not judging people who listen to the leaks but I will say that I don’t understand the appeal of listening before the official release bc for me the fun of it all is hearing the album for the first time all together and getting online and seeing everyone’s immediate reactions and knowing we’re all experiencing this rush of excitement together no matter where we are in the world. It just feels lonely to listen alone ahead of time.
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literallyjusttoa · 4 months
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I am a “Meg and Apollo’s master/servant bond evolved into something a lot like an empathy link post their dip into Chaos in TDP” truther and I will be till the day I die.
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somegrumpynerd · 1 month
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This little interaction made me so happy! Killer really fought through Dream to give Cross his necklace back
Asjlkhdkgkd I'm so glad you liked it!! I had fun putting a little story into that one ^^
And, because I am normal and don't think about these guys for hours every day, here's some backstory:
When Cross first joined, Killer actually took to him pretty quickly (Dust and Horror did not get warm welcomes). Which is to say he immediately started flocking to Cross to annoy him and compete with him on missions. Cross didn't have the benefit of knowing Killer already to see these were affectionate annoyances, so to him Killer was just some guy who had a problem and wouldn't leave him alone.
During that mission, Nightmare was calling a retreat when he put a hand to his chest and realised the heart locket was gone. Killer saw him looking all around frantically and had a good idea what was lost, since it was the one thing Cross would absolutely not part with since he joined. So, Killer ran back out towards the stars to look for it, because why learn self preservation now. It was the first thing to convince Cross that Killer actually was being (relatively) friendly, despite all the annoyances.
And also, a doodle of the afterwards of that picture
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because it's probably the only time he's managed to get Killer to shut up lol
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shamedumpster · 8 days
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i am doing a very disgusting homework and rotating how you draw courfius in my head (85% of the time i don't ship them but... hoo boy there's smth about how you do it... they have my heart...)
omg!! 🥺 mj thank u, I'm honored!!
Here, have a doodle of them as a reward for being so brave about homework <3
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jmrothwell · 2 years
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I am loving all your lil prompt fills! How about 23 for willex?
Alexander hugged the wall as he climbed the stairs. Shield close to the front of him, sword at the ready. Uncertain what to expect at the top of the long spiraling column of stone. The acrid sulfur smell that had hung so heavily in the air below cleared with each step.
The screech and clashes of metal striking metal echoed up the stairs. Along with the various angry cries of the men caught in the heat of battle. He should be helping them. 
Yet his comrades had sent him ahead. All uttering assurances the sooner they had William in hand the sooner they could return to the safety of their own keep. They were all loyal men, strong and clever. He prayed that their strength was enough to win the day.
It had to be. There was no other option. They would not fail.
He took a steadying breath as he approached the wooden door at the top. His ascent up the tower seemed too easy when he considered the perils he had faced below. His heart thundered in his ears. 
If it weren’t for his years of training he’s certain the strength of his limbs would have failed him long before now.
The small flame of hope that had burned in his chest ever since embarking on this rescue flickered ever slightly when the door initially refused to move. 
He refused to let it snuff out. Failure was never an option. 
With some effort he was able to force the door open. A loud bang echoed past him and down the stairs. 
The small room was so empty, just the barest of essentials. Not even that much he decided when a strong breeze blew in through the tattered shutters. It was a miracle his prince-to-be hadn’t frozen to death in these conditions.
Alexander’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes trailed over the simple bed. Atop the simple bedding there he lay. Far too still for the amount of noise that reverberated around them. 
“No.” Alexander's cry was barely more than a whisper. A dull ache ran up his legs as he dropped to his knees beside his William. 
His William whose eyes danced and glittered with life and mirth. Who managed to be such a chaotic storm of playful mischief as well as the most calming steady stone that no force could move.
He hung limply as Alexander pulled him into his arms. A shaky hand brushed the long dark strands of hair out of William’s face. Alexander’s throat tightened as tears welled up in his eyes. 
The flame dimmed as the first tear fell.
Then a thought occurred to him.
Caleb had spoken of magic. Alexander had dismissed his claims as the ravings of a lunatic. However he had read many a tale and right now he would gladly accept the reality of magic in the world if it meant William was still within his reach.
He brought their foreheads together, and the slightest heat radiated off of WIlliam’s skin. There was still life. He just had to wake him. 
“Please come back to me, my love.” Alexander’s pleas came out raw and low.
Ever so slowly, he brought their lips gently together. The tales had spoken of a true love's kiss. Please, please let them have spoken true.
It was a brief moment gentle like the wings of a butterfly, but he lingered long enough to feel the warm exhale of breath that escaped William. “Alex?”
“I’m here,” Alex’s tears fell all the faster through his ecstatic relieved laugh as Willie’s dark eyes slowly blinked open. “I’m here and I’m going to get you home.”
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tending-the-hearth · 9 months
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thinking about them <3
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I really don’t think people fully grasp the weight of abed sacrificing himself to save troy in epidemiology. I definitely didn’t at first. I mean, it’s a silly zombie special episode from a sitcom about a community college, surely it can’t be that serious. except, it kinda is. the characters were convinced that the rabies pathogen breakout was it for them. that this was literally the end of days. even abed, who likely had complete faith that troy would be able to turn the thermostat down, couldn’t have been positive that would save them. yet, he gave up his life and was cornered and severely attacked by dozens of zombies in order to save troy. he was literally prepared to lie down and die if it meant troy would have a chance to live, even if only for a little longer. god.
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boreal-wood · 7 months
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Hey Stormlight fans why are we so quick to forgive Dalinar for killing innocents- including his own wife, but when it comes to Elhokar, whose worst crimes were just being immature and incompetent- both of which come from not being ready to inherit the throne- he's unforgiveable?
Do yall actually think Elhokar is irredeemable because he let Moash's grandparents die?? If so then yall should really take a good long look at Dalinar's arc and compare it to where Elhokar is when he's swearing the First Ideal, because Dalinar at his lowest on the whole was far worse than Elhokar ever was
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soporificshoebill · 2 months
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Chanse texting Angela that he's subtweeting her so she has to wake up RIGHT NOW...... That's True Friends Baybee..... thats the kind of friendship representation i crave on my screen....
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After so many (all?) instances of physical contact being initiated out of necessity or because her brain didn't catch up to her body in time for her to stop herself, Gideon getting used to the idea that Harrow wants her to touch her. After investing so much time in becoming a constant looming threat over her head, Harrow getting used to the idea that Gideon wants to be touched by her. How much time is it going to take before one of them can just sling an arm around the other's shoulders without either stiffening up like a prey animal?
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