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silvercaptain24 · 1 year

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Just Breathe

@shyrule @shyrule @shyrule Shy SHY SHY SHY SHY SHY SHY!!!!!!!!!

He’d made it.

He’d made it in time.

Twi sunk into the Great Fairy Fountain, lowering the body down with him. He could feel magic coalesce as the spell broke, and finally, finally, the young man took a breath.

He choked almost immediately, eyes wide and panicked, and Twilight pulled him into a sitting position, one hand gently rubbing his back. It made his heart ache, how he could feel every bone so sharply. How every newly made scar felt like a sharp ridge. Time had said that he was a soldier, but to be in this condition…

How long had he been there?

The young man gasped for air, as if he’d thought he would never get another. He probably had thought that. His head flopped uncomfortably into the space between Twi’s shoulder and neck, too weak to hold himself up. Twi shifted him down, just a little, to a more comfortable position.

His breaths faltered, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, so little air coming in or out, and it hurt that he couldn’t do anything else to help. There was another wheeze, and then the young man was gasping for air again, frightened as ever.

“Easy, easy,” Twilight murmured, rubbing his arm, “It’s probably the last of the spell wearing off, your body adjusting back to normal. It’ll be alright.”

There was the tiniest whimper from the young man, still gasping for breath, still wheezing out carbon dioxide. Twi could feel the way his body shook with the effort, all the energy and strength that he didn’t have going towards breathing, towards living-

Tears slipped down the young man’s cheeks at the effort to just breathe.

“Easy, Captain. The magic is working, but you don’t want to strain too hard,” the Great Fairy said gently, before getting distracted by one of her kin and disappearing.

Twi gently wiped the tears away and adjusted the young captain, murmuring, “It’s alright. Nice and easy, just deep, slow breaths. There you go. There ya go.”

The young man opened his mouth, as if trying to say something, but panic filled his eyes before he could say anything.

“Shhh. It’s alright. Save your strength,” Twilight said, pulling the pelt around the shivering young one in his lap.

The captain whimpered, and Twi gently hushed him, wrapping his arms loosely around him and gently rocking.

“Just breathe,” he said gently, “You’re alright. Just breathe.”

#lu warriors #lu twilight #once again a slightly out of context snippet #silver writes #linked universe #linkeduniverse #for once the great fairy isn't really being used for angst #this is a first #btw all this is cia's fault blame her and her magic

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wanderingskychild · 9 months

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“So the strangest thing happened Monday, I was minding my own business when this golden masked child came up to me & demanded I gift them a camera. I’ve already been gifting the skykids cameras since I got here but that wasn’t the strange thing about it. That will come later.”

“The child followed me to the Prairie Peaks & afterwards that demanding personality changed to a more timid one. They asked me to teach them how to take good photographs and as a gentleman & an artist in my field I obliged. After some light practice the child flew from place to place, taking shots & exploring the peaks’ many sights. Eyes filled with such vigor for this land I can only assume they have never seen before.”

“After all that excitement finally dissipated from that child, they came to me & asked for one last request before continuing on their travels. They asked for a simple photo alongside yours truly, I must say I’m was a little flattered. The camera was set & we took our positions, here’s where it got weird. Before the camera went off the child declared that from now on I was their new Gay Cowboy Dad! I couldn’t help but stare at this child in bewilderment as they danced like an overjoyed prospector as the camera flashed for the final time.”

“They gave me a copy then left with a smile on their face, unaware that our picture was photobombed by another. This by far has to be the strangest thing that has ever happened to me. But I guess there’s no changing it, I have a child running around who knows where.”

“WHAT A WORLD WE LIVE IN!”

#sky children of the light #skyblr #sky colt #thatskygame #skykid #sky: children of the light #sky: cotl #prairie peaks #season of moments #moments guide #this is a first #this most likely won’t happen again #moments guide is my new gay cowboy dad #don’t try to hide it I see how you look a reassuring ranger #you aint slick #I like this season already #I ship reassuring ranger & moments guide #thanks fandom

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ihateandie · 11 months

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Drew tezuka in the midst of art block 😓😓

wowowoi!!! I improved (I think) !!

#guys i did it i improved #this is a first #also a cry for help #i hate art block #for some reason i draw tezuka when i get art block #tezuka kunimitsu #tezuka #prince of tennis #tenipuri #art #digital fanart #real

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randomfoggytiger · 10 months

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React: "Return to Me" (from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs, Part I)

This is rambly, so buckle in y'all.

Return to Me. Ahhhh, a romcom, a hallmark of the 90s. Having skipped most of the 90s offerings-- older media was entertaining enough-- the first time I heard of this movie was a couple years back when YouTube put up some free movies (and promptly ripped them back down when COVID produced 1000 and 1 streaming services.) It was advertised over and over and over again on my second dash. Did I ever click it? NOPE. I didn't even know who David Duchovny was at that time (though I admired Minnie Driver in An Ideal Husband.)

X-Files led me to read David Duchvony's and Gillian Anderson's press; and finding them admirable chaps, I got into the specifics of their acting (or more broadly: working) goals. DD's mentality clicked with mine, and I got to work pawing here and there into his other projects. I've read a few books (excellent-- I prefer his written word even to his acting, but that's a tough call), seen a few clips from his other gigs, and, finally, worked myself up to this moment.

And here we are! Thanks to @baronessblixen and @dd-is-my-guiltypleasure for the final encouragements in this direction. All the fun you can glean from my reactions and windy diatribes should be credited to in part to them and my curiosity of their curiosity of my own thoughts.

**Note**: I have nothing but good feelings for this film, but I process new, out-of-my-wheelhouse experiences with outlandish humor~.

Here We Go

"Forgive me and please say you are mine--"

I'm actively squashing that self-protective side. I will enjoy this movie because I know I will and I will not listen to the scream of "cheese alert" lalalalalalalaaaaaaaaaa~~~.

All right, Bill, he's going home, see ya buddy.

...Who are you, Bill? Apparently different from the other buddy called Big Mike (my Arcadia meters are off the charts) who also gets a "see ya" from Bob (BOB? BOB???? I hate the name Bob. I have a feeling this movie will endear me to it.)

There's the gorilla DD talked about... its name is Sydney? Okay, cool. (...Why couldn't it be called Bob and DD be named Sydney? I don't care if it's a girl-- is it?-- she could sacrifice herself to the cause. My anti-Bob cause.)

Sydney (who IS a boy) is set up to have a very special bond with the lady-wife-character-- I'll bet they use that later with Minnie Driver. Seems the cosmic thing to do.

FORGET ALL OF THAT BOB HAS A DOG. Toweling him off: "Get under, get it under-- LET'S EAT." And he's jumping up so fast the dog can't even process the change.

Aye, there's a reason why that dog loves you.

...Okay, the dog doesn't want to eat, nevermind. It's got more willpower than I would--

DID BOB JUST JUMP IN PLACE TO ENTICE THE DOG??? And the dog didn't respond??

That dog is this movie's version of a straight man, isn't he?

And Bob dries his pants off with a hair dryer and he pulls a prank and fake leg kicks his doting wife to distract her nerves?

I see, I see. I'm filling in the big picture here.

Bob is a man of energy. Bob is a man to waste energy having fun. Bob has too much fun with his wife and the dog has none at all. Dog wants to vibe and spray water all over the house and not eat and stand at the door until the other human walks in because the first human just didn't get the "she's at the door" signal.

The dog is me. I am the dog. What is his name? Tell me not, for it makes him less of a stand-in and more of a dog.

I almost cackled at DD's pic with Sydney, brb, have to go back for a screenshot.

(The XF viewer in me says "Sasquatch" but the there-is-more-to-life-than-the-X-Files side of me says plastic rubber monkey.)

Wait, what's the wife's name again? I'm calling her Jane Bennett because she's a sweetie and blonde.

BTW, I am enjoying myself and I'm only 7? minutes in.

Oh, boy.

To sum up Bob during his wife's charity fundraiser speech:

Bob celebrates by boppin Jane Bennett to the tunes while singer man goes ham--

and then we cut over to a dying Minnie Driver.

The plot beginneth to thickeneth.

Friend of Minnie Driver is upbeat and maternal (in the "mom of the friend group" way), keeping the optimism alive.

Traveling life and dating hot men. Ahhh, there's the foreshadowing.

"BOOOOOOOB!"

Save this man (he actually tried to run for it.)

...What is Bob's friend's Charlie's date doing. What is she... what is she doing.

BOB WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

The Bob Man signed up his buddy Charlie to put old codger's portrait in the monkey house just so he can pawn off the discussion and make his escape. "No, no, you have a lot to discuss--"

Charlie knows he's been sacrificed (and his "A mural" in response to old codger is priceless.)

Ahhhhhh, a Tuscany name drop. "You have to come out there sometime..." rando lady tells Elizabeth (Jane Bennett.)

Well, that's morbid and foreshadowing.

Bob really plays into the wild caveman angle with his wife whenever she brings Sydney up. ...No, I will not be making those jokes.

Aw, Jane Bennett is a vulnerable sweetheart.

No wonder this movie killed her.

Bob's gonna build Sydney a new home because his wife is teary over his tiny cage. Also, Italy mentioned again.

And he surprises wife with an "everyone look at us" dance. And there's the Return to Me song.

Singer's back.

These actors are having tons of fun.

And she's in the hospital while the music plays.

Here we go, gang.

Nope, old men time.

WAIT got a computer thingy to update, etc., brb.

Gotta close up shop for now-- I'll update as soon as I can~.

Enjoy!

#Return to Me #analysis #react #DD #from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs #Part I #txf #but not #mine #this is a first #and I shouldn't be surprised #it was inevitable #but thank you baronessblixen for that last push #though it was more gentle interest than an actual shove #branching out to amuse and entertain is my jam #Minnie Driver

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weird-bookworm · 4 months

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Why r u so fun to talk too... like stop being so fun to talk too.... (sarcastically ofc please talk to me imy)

Look at how babygirl hao is here tho

where is this coming from lol

you're very fun to talk to (tease) too bae ilysm 💕

#this is a first #nobody's ever told me im fun to talk to </3 #cien <3 #arent u just a sweetheart 💕

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spicyvampire · 6 months

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Wee John's drag queen look and Jim's draw on mustache on top of that Izzy in drag makeup signing a song that is 100% not written yet and Archie Jim Olu thouple dance, I don't know where to look I'm over stimulated

#our flag means death #this is a first

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vesselslut · 7 months

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One more secret won't hurt / Bunny x reader

Part 1 Part 2

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Chapter 3: Gossip sessions can be very productive

I reach my dorm and walk directly to my room, trying to avoid anyone in the hallways. Once inside, I close the door and drop all my stuff on the desk. I reach into my minifridge and grab a leftover sandwich, then drop onto my bed to eat it, staring quietly at the ceiling. I am usually much more productive than this. None of my assignments have ever been turned in late. How could I let something so lame as a group of dorks derail my Saturday like this?

'Not the group of dorks, just the one guy' says a tiny voice in my brain. I shake my head, as if to make the voice physically go away.

Is it right, though? The guy did seem interesting and all, but enough to make my brain this useless? If I wasn't so self-conscious, maybe I would've walked over to the group and talked to them, take the mystery away, then I might be able to focus on my homework. Maybe a nap will help clear my head. Yes, a nap. Good idea. To make the image of the dorks go away. And the guy, of course. The loud guy.

I finish my sandwich, throw the wrapper at the garbage can next to my bedside table, and miss epically. I close my eyes and try to think of anything else, hoping I will fall asleep soon. It's quite early, though, and I'm not very sleepy. I've always had a hard time sleeping during the day. I toss and turn, get under the covers, and quickly climb back out. I swear I can still hear the words in the strange language floating around in my head. I wish I knew what they mean. Or how to spell them so I could look in a dictionary for them. Or even just know what language it is. There is something so intriguing about how it sounds. Is that it? Or is it intriguing because it came out of his mouth? I wonder what his name is. If I wasn't such a coward, I could've asked him.

I'm wrestling with my thoughts when a loud knock on my door gets me out of my trance. I’m grateful for this merciful distraction from that spiral I was slowly falling into. “Coming!” I yell. I walk to the door, trying to smooth my hair down with my fingers after tossing in bed for half an hour. I open the door and I’m greeted by Judy’s bright smile. “Hey, girlie!” she says, quickly stepping into my room and throwing herself into my bed with a sigh. “Ugh, I’m exhausted!” Exhausted came out more like a grunt than an actual word. “Do you have any idea how many costumes I sewed today? Way too fucking many. Is it too early to bring out the wine?” she looks up at me from the bed. “Nah, it’s 5 p.m. somewhere!” I say, opening the minifridge, and reaching for one of the bottles. I take a seat on my desk chair and roll it closer to the bed.

- “Girl, you okay? Cuz, you look like you really need that wine.” She sits up and reaches for the glass I’m holding out to her.

- “Ugh, don’t even get me started. I was supposed to do a bunch of work today and did exactly zero percent of it.” I take a sip of my cheap wine. “I was actually hoping I could ask you about something I saw today?”

- “Of course! Shoot.” She leans forward, as if indicating I have her full attention, and looks at me expectantly while taking a big swig of wine.

- “Aight, so. I was in the library, and there was this group, I’ve seen them around before, but never so up close. They’re kind of weird, dressed kind of old fashioned, speaking in a weird language… ring any bells?”

- “Ah. I see you met the Greek club” she says, rolling her eyes dramatically. What else can you expect from a theater major… Greek. I knew it had to be that or Latin. I nod at her, urging her to go on, provide more info. “Yeah, they’re very particular. They’re Classics majors, so they only take classes with one professor, I don’t think you’ve ever seen him cuz he’s just as weird as them, a complete hermit. His name is Julian, I think.” She squints her eyes, and bites hard on her bottom lip in that particular way, like she’s digging around in her brain for the correct data. “Anyways,” she shakes her head, coming back to reality, “what about ‘em? Did they say anything to you?” Her voice turning an octave lower at the end, the international Judy signal for ‘spill the tea!’

- “Oh, no, nothing like that. They were a few tables away from me, working on something in what I now know was Greek. They were just so mysterious, and I just can’t stop thinking about one of them.” I realize my mistake a second too late and see the smirk already forming on Judy’s lips.

- “Oooooooooooo someone has her very first Hampden cruuuush,” she says in that annoying sing-song voice she uses to tease me. It’s like I can physically see the goblin energy flowing through her body. “And on one of the Greek weirdos, damn Y/N, that’s bold. But honestly, you’re kind of weird too, so that makes sense,” she says, matter-of-factly. I should be used to her teasing by now, but I still feel the blood running to my cheeks, and I groan.

- “C’mon, Judes! It’s not like that. I’ve just never heard Greek before. It caught me off guard, I guess.” I finished my wine in one big gulp and poured myself another glass.

- “Right, right,” she says, rolling her eyes again, “quit being a wet rag and go back to the boy. Was he hot?” her eyes grow huge as she waits for my answer.

- “I mean, yeah, I guess?” I close my eyes, trying to picture his face again. Yeah, I would consider him good looking. I give Judy a nod.

- “Well, don’t get any ideas. As far as I know, Francis is very gay. Like. Gay as fuck,” the last bit comes out barely above a whisper. I’m not sure why this information disappoints me, it’s not like Judy was right about the crush. “I get you, though. His hair is to die for! I wish I was a natural redhead too. My mom always said that-”

- “Wait, redhead?” I interrupt her rant. “No, I did not mean the redhead.”

- “Oh, shit. Sorry! I mean, he’s the hottest one so I assumed you meant him. My bad. I’m guessing you mean Henry then, and he is kind of handsome I guess, but dude, he is so weird. Not just weird, he’s mean. It’s like, I don’t know, like he thinks he’s better than everyone else? That one really needs to pull his head out of his own ass, and out of that weirdo professor’s ass.” She’s ranting so passionately about this Henry that I can only assume she’s had a really bad experience with him in the past.

- “Judes, slow down. Which one is Henry?” I ask, already suspecting she’s got the wrong one in mind. What she’s describing definitely does not match the vibes I got from the guy. The wine bottle is half empty already, but I still pour us both another glass.

- “Tall one, dark hair, looks like he has a stick up his ass,” her hands are moving a bit more clumsily than usual, she’s tipsy already. For someone who drinks so constantly, she’s such a lightweight.

- “Yeah, no. Again, that’s not the one I meant. I was talking about the blond one, with the-” my words are drowned out by Judy’s screech as she jumps up, waving her arm in my face.

- “Oh! Oh! Charles! You mean Charles! Dude, you have terrible taste, like, honestly. I mean, they’re all pretty weird already, but add the freaky twin thing into it... And don’t get me started on the girl twin, that bitch is legit crazy. Camilla. She came close to clawing my eyes out at a party one time. Swear to god. I was just minding my own business, spilled a little bit of beer on her by accident. I can be very clumsy, you know.” I swear she is doing it on purpose. I let her continue her rant, sipping my wine patiently. “That huge weirdo, Henry, was standing between us in a second. He looked ready to beat me up. Now she gives me the stink eye every time she sees me. And so does her twin. They are freakily close, those two. Did you notice they dress the same? I swear she just wears his clothes half the time. I tell you; you don’t want to get involved in that twin mess. No sir.”

- “You done, babes?” I ask her, raising an eyebrow. Once she nods, I continue. “As I was saying, I meant the blond guy with glasses. Not Charles.” Her face contorts in a weird way, like what I said makes absolutely no sense. Realization creeps into her features, slowly at first and then all at once. She looks at me like I just puked on her cat.

- “You can’t possibly mean Bunny? Let’s see, was he being the loudest thing in a 3-mile radius?” I nod. That’s a bit of an exaggeration, but he was kind of loud for a library. “Yup, that’s Bunny.”

- “Bunny…” I whisper, the name sounds funny on my lips. “What kind of name is that?” I ask, eyeing her suspiciously, thinking she might just be pulling my leg.

- “His name’s actually Edmund Corcoran, but everyone calls him Bunny for some reason. No idea why. But dude, he’s like, I don’t know. He’s the most down to earth one out of the bunch, but he’s also the most annoying one. I mean, you saw him.” She chuckles and spills a bit of wine on my bed. I don’t think she even noticed. “I’ve seen him around at some parties. He’s nice, but again, quite annoying. Plus, he hangs out with the other ones, so, my advice is: stay the fuck away, girl.”

- “Yeah, well, I was just curious. It’s not like I was planning on speaking to any of em. You know I’m shy with strangers.” She squints her eyes at me, clearly not believing any of my bullshit.

- “Well, I’m just glad you were not talking about Richard, cuz that one’s mine,” she throws her head back and laughs. “Fellow Californian, he switched his major to classics recently, he’s pretty cool. Hope they don’t turn him into a pretentious ass before I can fuck him.” I love Judy, she knows what she wants and doesn’t fuck around. I wish I could be more like her in that sense. “But really, this Bunny guy…” I quickly try to change the subject, hoping she’s kind enough to just drop it. “So, what play are all of those costumes for?” She rolls her eyes, but immediately yields, and starts telling me all about their latest production of some Oscar Wilde play.

I pay as much attention as I can, asking a few questions, laughing at her little jokes, trying to follow her stories about disastrous stage mishaps, but part of my mind is somewhere else, wondering how hard it could be to learn Greek. Imagining the delicious feeling of those sounds, rolling off my tongue. And Bunny. Mysterious Bunny. His thunderous laugh disturbing the quietest corners of my psyche.

#judy poovey #bunny corcoran #the secret history #bunny x reader #pls i never write #this is a first #reminder that bunny is not awful here #he actually was really nice to marion #if he werent being such a bitch in the book he had potential #henry winter #richard papen #camilla macaulay #francis abernathy #charles macaulay

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