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baronessblixen · 2 years

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So I just read your Antarctica angsty fic and saw you said you wanted to keep doing more angst. I’ve been craving a The Field Where I Died fic I looked up random angst dialog and came across ‘What are you trying to say?’ Super vague but a place to start! Happy fictober!!!

Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope I made it angsty 😁

Fictober Day 4 | Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1804

Dreams of the Past

The first few times he dreams about Scully, he ignores it. He doesn’t remember what they’re about, is only left with a lingering feeling. It fades quickly every time and makes room for everyday life, for what happens in daylight. Until one night when he dreams of her screaming.

She’s half sitting, half lying on a bed, being tended by strangers while Mulder stands in the doorway, grappled by fear. He watches Scully, still screeching, being told to push! push! but no matter how hard she tries, there’s no baby. There should be a baby, he realizes. Her stomach is protruding, bigger than he ever thought possible. They’re having a baby. His heart swells before it breaks into pieces.

“We’re losing her,” someone says. “What else can we do? What can we do?”

“There’s nothing we can do,” a man says, stepping away from Scully, who is only whimpering in agony now. “She will die.”

“No!” This time it’s Mulder who screams. A moment later, he finds himself in his bed, panting and sweating. Just a dream. It was just a dream. A nightmare. His ears are ringing and he can still see Scully clear as a picture, framed by dim candlelight, trying to birth their child. Mulder wraps his arms around himself, feeling the loss of the child, of his beloved wife. Scully. He reminds himself that it wasn’t real. That all he has to do is pick up the phone and call Scully to hear her voice. He knows she’d call him crazy and for once, she’d be right. Thinking about Scully calms him enough to lie back down. It’s just after 2 am, far too early to stay awake.

Not once since the Ephesian case a couple of weeks ago has he dreamed about Melissa Riedal. Up until now, he hasn’t even thought about her. Instead, Scully has been invading his dreams. He wishes he could remember the rest of them. He wants to know if all of them have been this devastating. Is he losing her in every dream he’s had? In every life they’ve lived? He shudders thinking about it. Closing his eyes, he wills himself to relax. As much as he doesn’t want to relive the moment – losing her – he wants to keep going. He wants to see what else his mind has to offer him. After all, he’s no stranger to pain.

It doesn’t take him long to fall back asleep. Once, as a student, he tried to get into lucid dreaming, hoping it might help him make progress in finding Samantha. Then he met Phoebe and everything went to hell. Including his dreams and the rest of his sanity. It has been years since he’s last tried it and while he’s aware that he’s fast asleep and dreaming, there’s nothing he can do.

He takes in his surroundings, the sparsely decorated apartment, the lack of TV, the metallic drumming of a radio in another room. He walks around, trying to find clues if he – his past self – lives here. There’s an eeriness in the air, alerting him to be careful. He stops in front of a room, the door closed. That’s where the music is coming from, he realizes. It’s an old tune, but he recognizes its melody. This must be the 1930s or 40s. His stomach plummets before he opens the door. His eyes land on her body on the bed, still and pale. Her lips are parted slightly as if she had tried to say something before death took her.

He sits up in bed, gasping for air. Not again. Not Scully. Her face was so devoid of color, of everything that makes her the woman he… but it was her. He knows it was her. He no longer cares that it’s the middle of the night. He needs to see Scully. Needs to know what she’s thinking. He needs to know she’s okay.

It’s just after 4 am when he gets to her apartment. He considers using his key, but he doesn’t want to freak Scully out. No more than him showing up here in the middle of the night will do anyway. He should have called, he thinks, as he gently raps on her door. There’s shuffling on the other side of it before Scully opens the door. He’s never been so happy to see her. Her hair is sleep-ruffled and her pajama crooked, but she’s never looked more beautiful to him.

“Mulder, what time is it?”

“Late. Or early, however you want to look at it.”

“What happened?” She asks stifling a yawn. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m okay,” he says truthfully, smiling at her. At least physically he is and he doesn’t want to talk about his dreams out here in front of her apartment. “Can I come in? I don’t want to wake your neighbors too.”

“Of course. Come on in.” He follows her inside, taking off his coat and shoes, while she walks into the kitchen.

“Do you want coffee? I think I’m going to make coffee,” she says, yawning again. Mulder watches her, amazed at how normal everything is. She’s moving around her kitchen barefoot, asking him questions that he barely hears. She’s here. She’s alive. She’s fine. He thinks of his first dream, of her dying in childbirth. He couldn’t help her, was helpless. Then, in the second dream, he was too late. Each time he lost her. In this life, right now, nothing is wrong at all.

“Mulder, why are you here?”

“I- I needed to see you.”

“Why? Is it a case?” She rubs her eyes, hiding another yawn behind her hand.

“Have you ever had nightmares that felt so real that you… that you had to make sure they weren’t?”

“Did you have a nightmare?” She asks him. “Was it about Samantha?”

“Why do you think- no, it wasn’t about Samantha.”

“Let’s sit down, Mulder,” Scully says with a sigh. “I’m still trying to wake up. Tell me what happened?”

“I’ve been having dreams,” Mulder begins, glancing at her. “Ever since the Ephesian case. About… I think I’ve been dreaming about my past lives.”

“Melissa Riedal,” Scully says. “You were dreaming about her.”

“No,” he says. “I’ve been dreaming about… you.”

“You said it was nightmares,” she says, her voice gentle. She puts a hand over his and he stares at it for a moment, relishing her touch. “Do you want to talk about them?” When he lifts his eyes to hers, he can see that she wants to know. But she doesn’t know what he’s seen.

“Mulder, they’re just dreams,” she assures him. “They’re not real. No matter what happened in them, it’s not real.”

“But that’s just it, Scully. It was real.”

“What are you trying to say?” She squeezes his hand.

“I believe that they weren’t just dreams. I think that- whatever my relationship with Melissa Riedal was in this life or any other, pales in comparison to what we have in every life. But that’s not why I’m here, or why I had to see you.”

“What did you see?”

“You didn’t have any dreams?” Mulder asks instead, not wanting to put her through what he’s experienced. Her screaming. The pain she must have endured.

“No,” she says softly, giving him a smile. “I can take it, Mulder. Just tell me. You were spooked enough to come here in the middle of the night.”

“Well, I am Spooky Mulder, aren’t I?”

“Mulder,” she warns. “I want to know.” He nods, preparing himself. He puts his other hand over their entwined ones, needing to feel her warmth and strength.

“Tonight was the first time that I woke up from my dreams. Maybe we were happy in all those other lives,” he says. “In my first dream, you were… you were in labor. You were screaming. You were screaming so much, Scully. There was blood, but… there was no baby. They couldn’t get to the baby. The doctor – I think it was the doctor – said you were going to die.” He hears her gasp and he looks at her. There are tears in her eyes and when one falls, he wipes it away.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I shouldn’t have-”

“Mulder, I’m not crying for me. Or whatever version of me that you think you saw in your dream. I’m crying because you had to experience that. What was the second dream?”

“I don’t- I don’t really know. I was in an apartment. I think it was the 1940s. Maybe it was wartime. I don’t know. I found you- there was a room and you were in it, but you were, um. You were…” He can no longer stop his own tears from falling. He hears Scully whisper something and then she wraps her arms around him, holding him close. His tears land on her shoulder where her pajama top has slipped out of position. She cradles his head, her fingers in his hair.

“It’s okay,” she whispers with a kiss to his temple. “It was just a dream, okay? I’m here, aren’t I?” He nods against her shoulder, taking in her sleepy scent, her Scullyness. She’s real. This is not a dream and he’s holding her. But what if this life ends like all the others? With him unable to save her? With him always being too late?

“Your nightmares are not reality. We don’t know what the future will bring, but I’m here, right? Look at me.” He lifts her head and they’re close together. Her face is devoid of make-up, making her look impossibly young. He can see her beauty mark that she always covers up. But he knows her secret. He touches it softly, letting his finger drift lower to her lips. She lets him touch her, watching his every move.

“You see? I’m real.”

“You shouldn’t cover this up, Scully. You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she says. “Are you feeling better now?” He thinks about it for a moment and then he nods.

“Good. Do you think you can sleep some more?” She asks and he tenses. “I’m not sending you home. You can stay here, but I’m just so tired,” she admits with a shy smile.

“You sleep,” he says.

“What about you?” She yawns and gets comfortable right there with him on the couch, snuggling into his side.

“I’m perfectly fine.”

“Just another hour or so,” she says. “If you have another nightmare,” she says, turning to give him a sleepy look. “You can wake me.”

He knows he won’t sleep, but he nods anyway.

“Sweet dreams, Scully.” She smiles at him before she closes her eyes. Mulder holds her in his arms, content to feel her solid against her. He doesn’t need to dream when she’s right here with him.

#fictober2022 #once again i had fun #but why does everything get so long #my apologies!#msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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hime-bee · 7 months

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When we reach 1600 downloads for Inclement Idée Fixe, I'll draw Leumin full body, full render 😊

#i just realized that i never drew him full body lmaoo #my apologies!#inclement idée fixe #leumin holiday

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yourdeepestfathoms · 2 years

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Do you have Noel childhood hcs ? :]

i have conjured up a few!

I don’t think we know what happened to his dad, if he died or left or his parents got a divorce, but I’m pretty sure he’s not in the picture anymore SO

I’m gonna say his mom and dad got a divorce

Little Noel took it BADLY

Which is fair

His mom did his best with him, though

She’s a nice lady! A little tired, but she’s got Noel’s best interest in mind!

At a young age, he started challenging the religious beliefs he was taught in school and at church

“Why did Noah only invite two animals on the ark?? That doesn’t make any sense!!” “Noel, quiet!” “I’m just saying!!”

Used to put on little shows for his mom after dinner

(When she’s had a bad day, he’ll put on another to try and cheer her up, even as a teenager)

A lot of people used to get his name wrong

“It’s pronounced nole? Not no-ell??”

#ask #okay I KNOW that it’s not a lot but i just finished a fic and my brain is a bit fried #my apologies!#i made an attempt #ride the cyclone headcanons #rtc headcanons #ride the cyclone #rtc #noel gruber

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luimagines · 9 months

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Hey! Just want to say I'm the anon who sent that Isekai!Reader idea and that it isn't a request! I just wanted to share my idea and see what you thought about it!

OH! ^.^*

Well I think it was a wonderful idea! I think it lends itself to LU very well. It's flexible and fun.

And I have some other asks in regards to it so I guess the people want to talk about it :D

#pinky replies #videogame! reader #my apologies!#I get requests even when they're closed so I wasn't sure

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ofdarklands · 2 months

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Make a playlist of 5-10 songs for your OC/WoL (for flavor, make a aesthetic collage for the playlist cover).

recompilation of previously posted songs, with 3 new ones!

- Sonne - Rammstein: Azem. it's in the name

- Drafur Och Gildur - Hedningarna: him singing keeper music vibes. for backstory~

- Dark Cloud’s Rising - Blind Guardian: Game Beginning *quest dingle*

- Hall of The Mountain King - Apocalyptica (studio version): by the power of bard musical aether shenanigans have some army's paeon. he's cackling and hissing while fighting and playing this. this kind of shit's why people sent him ahead instead of trying to keep up until shb

- Humans Are Such Easy Prey - Perturbator: his garlemald reputation :3c also has FIC!!

- Grave Digger - Blues Saraceno: tempest, amaurot and end of shbfun times. dual mitr'a and exarch song

- Stress - Justice: a nice song for the bodyjack-tower-zodiark fun section. does exactly what it says on the tin 👍🏼

- Dear Fellow Traveler - Seawolf: i have a weakness for this song, and for this particular character it makes me go uaghdhsghd venat and him

- Adieu - Rammstein: the Walk* (to contrast, consider this song for emet selch instead)

- Beyond The Wall (Instrumental) - Blind Guardian: The Warrior Of Light Legend

*have some lyrics. have posted them before but not by themselves

only death lasts for all time it whispers under the pine branches must pull all into its darkness even the sun will burn out but have no fear, we are with you one last time, we sing adieu, goodbye, auf wiederseh'n the last road you must walk alone one last song, one last kiss no miracles await adieu, goodbye, auf wiederseh'n the time with you was beautiful from life you step off quietly the soul goes in silent journey (silent journey) the flesh perishes, the soul rises the self will surrender to death (yes) in the end you are all alone but we will be with you adieu, goodbye, auf wiederseh'n the last road you must walk alone one last song, one last kiss no miracles await adieu, goodbye, auf wiederseh'n the time with you was beautiful everyone dies all alone (all alone) but you will always be with us adieu, goodbye, auf wiederseh'n the last road you must walk alone one last song, one last kiss no miracles await adieu, goodbye, auf wiederseh'n the time with you was beautiful

#took a while even though it's mostly a rehash #had to find the posts and stuff #my apologies!#mitr'a

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ohyka · 4 months

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rules: shuffle your On Repeat liked songs playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people

tagged by @amiyade millions years ago

1. Kyle Eastwood - A Fistful of Dollars "Main Theme"

2. DAY6 - "I Wait(아 왜)

3. Dungeons and daddies - Rocks Rock!

4. Jam Hsiao - River (The Theme Song of Web Series "Tientsin Mystic")

5. ONEWE(원위) 'LATATA(라타타)' COVER

6. Alex Clare - Too Close

7. Welshly Arms - Legendary

8. Woodkid feat. Elle Fanning - Never Let You Down - Live at Montreu

9. Męskie Granie Orkiestra 2018 (Kortez, Podsiadło, Zalewski) – Początek

10. Daft Punk - Derezzed (from TRON: Legacy

tagging anyone who wants to play :D

#tag games #this took me ages to finish #my apologies!

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lemonhemlock · 4 months

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I mean Jaime and Sansa individually, but okay 😭

you mean each of them with other people?

with sansa it's the fact that she's a young girl thinking of romance and wanting a nice husband, so textual hints that her future will include some kind of romantic decision, if not multiple. she's already been engaged, married (twice in the show), she has older inappropriate men lusting after her (sandor, petyr, even tyrion lol). margaery wants to marry her to willas, her cousin robin has a crush on her, there is talk of harry the heir, the marillion situation etc. so the text kind of does "ship" sansa with multiple people, in that it places her character in connection with other men with implied (immediate or future) sexual situations, not that it tells us those pairings are aspirational for sansa. she is supposed to be very beautiful but is also seen as the political key to winterfell, which explains the interest many characters have in her

but i actually don't think jaime is that shippable. he's a very one track mind guy, he doesn't really go after women. so most ships involving him, like with cat, lysa or sansa, just feel very much like shot-in-the-dark alternate-universe rarepairs, not ones that could truly work within the text as it is. the only true debate concerning him is jaime/brienne vs jaime/cersei

#that would make more sense bc i think i only ever mentioned jaime/sansa once or so #and was like ??#who's going to war for jaime/sansa 😐#my apologies!#ask #anon #how about jaime/DANY tho. think on that.

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aparticularbandit · 1 year

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Take A Sad Song and Make It Better - Chapter Two

Summary: Miles almost hit Duke when he left Andi’s place. He didn’t stay to make sure that Andi actually died. What if, in all of the attempts to get into the house, one of them heard the car still rumbling in the garage? What if Andi didn’t die?

Major Glass Onion Spoilers. If you haven’t seen the movie, maybe don’t read.

Chapter Rating: T. Fic Rating: T. TW: Hospital scenario.

AO3

previous chapter / next chapter

“What was that Claire was saying about Miles?”

Duke’s voice is so much gruffer than it had been when they all met. It’d hadn’t been the smoothest ten years ago, but it was softer, gentler. Now it feels like he’s always trying to sound as macho as he looks. Lionel hates that about him. The kid had been gentle when they met. Kind. Rippling with muscle, sure, but he’d been nothing like…like this.

Lionel doesn’t know how to explain it to him, but as he starts moving around the apartment, shuffling through the books scattered all over Andi’s floor, he tries. “It won’t look good if we’re all here together. With Andi. Miles will think we changed our minds.”

That’s the simplest way to say it. The worst way to say it would be to admit he’d faxed Miles about the envelope. He hasn’t told any of the others about that; he’s still not sure if he will. Somehow that feels a little bit like twisting the knife in a little further. But what could he do? It was probably just another piece of paper in those laundry baskets full of papers that Miles gets through his machines. He probably hasn’t even seen it yet.

He’d just wanted to cover his ass.

“Miles was already here.”

Lionel pauses. Blinks. Stops moving the books over to one side, away from the fallen bookshelf, and looks up. “What do you mean Miles was here?”

Duke crosses his arms. He looks like a pro wrestler, but despite the gun shining right next to his crotch (there are so many better places to put it, and Duke won’t listen to reason about any of that), he wouldn’t harm a fly. Well. He would harm a fly, but actually take his gun out and shoot another person? That’s not like Duke at all. “Miles almost hit me. I almost pancaked.”

“How do you know it was Miles?” Lionel asks, straightening up. He walks over to Duke where he stands next to Andi, looking for all the world like her own personal bodyguard, standing there as he does. He’s huge – well over half a foot taller than Lionel, and Lionel’s not a short guy.

But as he approaches, Duke sighs and looks away. “It’s that stupid blue car of his. The one he drives everywhere.” He shifts his weight. “No one else would be driving a car like that up the road to Andi’s house.”

Lionel opens his mouth to ask another question, but forceful knocks come at the broken front door, causing it to swing open with a fractured sounding creak. “We’re in here,” he calls.

The EMTs come in and find them immediately. One of them, a large man with dark wavy hair, a scruffy beard, and shockingly blue eyes, steps in first. “Was there a fight in here, or—?”

“Don’t judge, Max.” The other EMT, a woman with frizzy, bright red hair and equally brilliant blue eyes, slaps his arm with the back of one hand. Although shorter than him – shorter even than Lionel – she steps in front, clearly in charge. “Where is she?”

Lionel gestures with one hand to the couch. “Here.”

As he does, Duke sizes up the other EMT, Max. It’s clear beneath Max’s tight shirt that he’s got a fair bit of muscle, too, although much more lean than Duke’s. It makes Duke’s eyes narrow. Especially when the man comes closer and he finds that they are the same height.

But Max doesn’t seem to care about this at all. Instead, his bright eyes are focused entirely on Andi. His brow furrows. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Lionel says. “We found her in the garage. Car was running. She’s breathing, but—”

“Got it.”

As the EMTs set to work moving Andi from the couch to a stretcher, Lionel pulls Duke over to one side. “You’ve got to go with her, alright? Keep an eye on her.”

Duke’s brow furrows again. “Where are you going to be?”

“Here,” Lionel says. Before Duke can ask anything else, he lowers his voice. “I need to find the envelope.”

Suddenly Duke’s eyes widen. “Yeah. Right.” His gaze drifts over the Lionel’s shoulder toward the EMTs and then past them to Andi, where it lingers. “I’m not going to have to make any decisions, am I? I don’t think I can—”

“Call Claire.”

“She was just—”

“Call Claire,” Lionel repeats, meeting Duke’s eyes as he turns back to him. “Let her know which hospital you’re going to, let her know the room number, let her make the decisions. She’ll be there before I am.” He pats Duke’s back and then moves over to the EMTs. “Do you mind if Duke rides with her?”

Duke grumbles behind him, but it is what it is. Lionel should be going with her. Lionel should be the one making the decisions. But he doesn’t trust Duke alone with that envelope, just like none of them should trust him. Given the opportunity, he might just burn it himself, rid them of this whole exercise.

…but not until he finds out from Andi just what the hell is going on.

Claire drives in circles until she gets the call from Duke. She’s not even sure where, exactly, she thought those circles would lead her; it probably would have been far better to park her ass at a Barnes and Noble or mall and force herself to browse until she found out where she needed to go, but the adrenaline still coursing through her veins refuses to allow her to still enough for either of those to be effective options. Already she can feel her stomach churning with anxiety; already she feels the need to pull over to the side of the road and barf. The one place she stops is the nearest fast food joint – Taco Bell, in this case – so that she can get whatever the lemon-lime soda of choice is. It will help settle her stomach, she hopes, if she can get her hands to quit shaking enough so that she can drink any of it.

The closest hospital is not near as close as Claire hoped it would be, but all the EMTs will do is hook Andi up to oxygen. Once Andi gets to the hospital, that won’t change. Oxygen is the only thing that will help. They got to her in time, so she probably won’t actually die, but if Andi really wanted to die, then they wouldn’t be able to stop her. Just prolong the inevitable. It’s not like any of them could stay with her and keep an eye on her; they could, but Andi would want to kick them out of her house for….

Surely, if they were trying to save her life, she wouldn’t be upset?

But Claire imagines Andi’s words easily enough as she makes her way from her car to the hospital, setting her beige mask into place. “If you really wanted to save my life, you wouldn’t have betrayed me in the first place.” She would say it so coolly, eyes narrowed into slits, not even raising her voice. That was the terrifying thing about Andi – at her angriest, she grew quiet and then stopped speaking entirely, as though she was puzzling out the best way to send a verbal knife between your ribs.

Claire shivers, examines the text from Duke again. There’s no room number, just him telling her to meet him in the emergency room, wherever that is. Her teeth grit together. I’m here, she sends him a quick text as she walks in fuzzy slippers down the hall. Where are you?

She regrets her choice of clothes entirely. She’d thought she would just be having a conversation with an old – ex – friend. Her best friend, once. She hadn’t expected she would be in a very public place like a hospital.

Andi—

Duke stands just outside of the emergency room, fingers flying across his phone, probably typing in some sort of text that stops as soon as he looks up and catches her eye. “Claire—”

“Who’s with her?” Claire interrupts, staring up at him. She hates that she doesn’t have her heels with her; in his boots, Duke is a full foot taller than her, and she feels so tiny next to him. Tiny. Vulnerable. More than she already is. It makes her snappish. She crosses her arms. “Tell me you didn’t leave her alone—”

“I had to come get you!” Duke’s words are muffled through his hospital issued mask. There’d been a box of them at the front, just near the door, but Claire always kept a spare one in her car in case she’d forgotten to wear one. She can speak more clearly through hers than Duke can through his; he’s not used to it, and everything sounds off. “They won’t let you in if I’m there. Stupid restrictions. Stupid Chinese—”

“Don’t call it that,” Claire hisses out. She swats at him. “You’re as bad as Birdie.” She considers saying that he’s worse; Birdie honestly doesn’t know any better and corrects her mistakes when she learns, but Duke? Someone had gotten into his head and dragged him off to the dark side, and he’d just. full-heartedly accepted all of it. She’d blame herself, but it’s not her fault he hasn’t been listening to her politics. Her lips press together. She swallows. “Where’s the room?”

Even through the plastic mask, Andi’s lips are ashen.

Claire stands – she doesn’t even sit – and she rubs her hands up and down her arms as though she’s cold. She isn’t cold. Her stomach still churns, and she lifts her mask just enough to fit her straw between her lips, draws deep on her lemon-lime soda, two, three times, and then swallows before taking the cup away and fitting her mask back into place.

Andi has always been the smallest of them. In terms of height, she’s tiny, and she’s always been so thin – hollow bones, like those birds use to fly, with wrists that even Birdie could fit her things around. Lying on that hospital bed, draped in a turquoise gown with the same consistency of a Bible’s paper, she seems even smaller. The gown engulfs her; the plastic mask is almost too big for her face, when her eyelashes flutter, they beat against it. Her chest barely raises the gown as she breathes in deep.

When she’d come in, the nurse had mentioned sleeping pills. Sleeping pills! Claire was – and is – well aware of the trouble Andi had sleeping because she has some of the same problems. They’d swapped tips over the years – tips and chiropractors – until Birdie, who said she’d never woken with any back pain in her life, led them to Carla, the greatest masseuse they could have ever—

Andi wasn’t taking sleeping pills. They’d talked about it too many times; Claire had considered it once or twice, but she wasn’t the one who’d tossed and turned every which way trying to find the most comfortable position to relax. Andi had been so stalwart about not wanting to be addicted to those sorts of things. She’d take a shot or two, sometimes, to get to sleep, but she would never – never – take pills. The trial wouldn’t have changed that.

As Claire stands there, her phone rings loud in her pocket. She jumps and hurriedly hangs up, as though any of that noise would wake Andi at all. Her thumb finds the silent button and flips it without checking to see who called. Probably Birdie. Or Peg. They can call someone else. Lionel, for instance.

It could be Lionel.

Claire pulls her phone out just long enough to scan the recent caller – it was Birdie – and then send a quick text to Lionel (Did you find it?). Then she finally, finally allows herself to sit on the chair just next to Andi. She hesitantly reaches over and places a hand on her shoulder. “I know I’m not who you want,” she says, “but I’m who you’ve got. You don’t want us, but you’ve still got us, Andi. We’re not going anywhere.”

#bandit fic #make it better with the glass onion fam #glass onion #glass onion spoilers #claire debella #andi brand #duke cody #lionel toussaint #tw hospital #tw hospitals #hospital tw #hospitals tw #we are playing fast and loose with medical accuracy here #my apologies!

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sins-of-the-sea · 9 months

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One of Ingvar's arms is behind his back.

"Sir Frascona...! Be closing your eyes. I... I am having surprise for you!"

@riiese

He can't believe it. The giant in his dreams is real! Or is he asleep? Regardless, he decides to not question this-- it just. Feels so good to be given a reminder of when days were much more innocent. Sweet. Like the giant he befriended. Oh, if only he can pretend to be a child again.

"Absolutely!" he says with a childlike wonder before closing his eyes. He's quite fidgety, however, as he is admittedly excited over what this friend could bring. "Can I open them now?"

#[Captain Josep Frascona]#riiese #AAAHHH MADE AN ERROR DIDN'T REALIZE INGVAR SAID 'FRASCONA' NOT 'FRANCES' OR JUST 'JOSEP'#my apologies!

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moonflwer-gutz · 1 year

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youre super cool buuut the vas dont like any ship content of eve and adam pre breakup, i think

oh, I'm sorry! I assumed since it was canon it would be alright, that was my mistake. I'll remove the post, thank you for warning me!

/gen

#the mandela catalogue #tmc #tagging this so that other people know #my apologies!#it was my mistake to assume

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jlf23tumble · 2 years

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Hi Jen, do u know any b!h fics where... how can I word this.. like the clothes stay on kinda thing but I rip it so I can access your 👀 but it stays on kinda fics? Like H is wearing pantyhosers (is that u call them) and Louis just rips only the part where he can access the 👀. Or like H wearing panties and Louis just puts in the side to do 👀 H is still wearing it tho. Did u get my gist? I apologize since Eng isnt my first language. Thank u so much.

Hello! I love your English, but i am telling you, this is nigh on impossible to find because a) it isn't tagged as such and b) it isn't tagged as such. Check out this masterpiece for a moment I remember well (and have recently reread), but I think you'll have better luck if you look through various omega Harry fics or Harry in lingerie fic, tbh! There are literally hundreds of them!

#fic rec #one direction #honestly this one is so tough because it's in SO MANY #and i feel not too inclined to do the heavier lift when the heavy lift is right there #(and real talk it takes time to sift through these ones--the ones that aren't specific enough so they bring up HUNDREDS of bookmarks)#my apologies!

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atangledfate · 1 year

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HOW’S MY PORTRAYAL?

your portrayal is kind of actually amazing? i WILL admit i havent read most of the comics but tangle is just SO GOOD and SO MUCH FUN! just super bouncy and joyful while also having her moments here and there whenever something happens because who doesn't. and surge feels SO REAL.

EVERY STRUGGLE SHE HAS, FROM FOOD TO HAVING HER FRIENDS FIND OUT ABOUT HER REAL SELF TO HER BOY PROBLEMS WITH JET TO HER REALLY BAD FLIRTING ATTEMPTS WITH BAPHO

its so cute it's ADORABLE i LOVE IT i LOVE READING IT

i love your amy being snarky (this is from the little ive seen her) i love your tails being a SMUG JERK (it's SO FUNNY) i love jewel being slightly timid but overall well defined and belle is super duper great to see with her own problems and how she overcomes and whatnot it's all so AMAZING to see

and i know this isn't the right blog but your lilac and milla are downright INCREDIBLE??? you just understand those characters like no other and it's genuinely impressive to see how fast you latched onto those two and made them your own i love it i love it i love it

ten out of ten i have nothing but PRAISE for your portrayals!!!!!! you keep busting out bangers and it's awesome and i hope to continue seeing you on my dash!!!!!!!!!

" This means alot! i will say my Tangle i think is a big departure from Canon as Canon Tangle is a bit one note at times. They just haven't got to flesh her out at all, but that's really more an issue with Sonic characters as a whole. So that's what i do! i try to flesh characters out, give them backstories and make them feel more real well as real as a furry alien creature can be!

Honestly before i started to interact with carol i had no idea what to do with Surge. So alot of her development is thanks to you! so i don't think i can take all the credit. Carol has really helped push her in just the right direction and really set her on a redemption arc which i always swore i'd never do! but its been a load of fun and i'm just gonna keep the ball rolling as its really made me love her character even more!

When it comes to Amy and Tails... that's more just me disliking how Sega has portrayed them. Amy is ALOT better in IDW but when i started to write her i decided i didn't want sweet soft Amy! but someone who lost that side of her because of War, and the things she's lost! she's got alot of fun backstory to! such as her power being strictly magical, and her being a sort of magical girl trope! mixed with traditional Witch/Wicca concepts! and Tails was honestly me going " but what if Tails was a snarky cunt like Sonic " and when you think about it---he probably is. Sonic did raise him after all!

as for Lilac i'm still really getting a feel for her, but i really did click with Milla. She has alot of potential and i wanna explore her being a creation of brevon alot more! but that probably means diving into some really dark subjects for such a bright sunny character! so i'm gonna do it but---oh boy batten down the hatches cause that is gonna be a rocky plotline! me torture my muses HAHAH never! as for Lilac, i got plans--- things to make you cry! just need to spend more time on that blog! but its coming! "

" Well enough of me rambling! Thanks again! i really do appreciate it! this makes me feel alot more confident going forward! "

#ooc #the mun #the munzoku #lord i rambled alot #my apologies!#i do also accept hugs yes!

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