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scribblestatic · 19 days

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I hope y'all had a good 4/20. Anyway, here's more Sheepzun.

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Finding his way out of the caves was much easier than going in. The flow of qi seemed easier for him to discern, and his senses were stronger. How curious! He was sure he'd be able to sense predators much easier now.

He cloaked himself in his qi and snuck out the caves, ensuring no one was looking at or for him. This time around, it seemed he had enough qi to do so easier than before, not feeling any pull or strain on his meridians.

He was a right chuffed lad, all things considered!

Shen Yuan made his way back to Qing Jing Peak without much of an issue. Disciples didn't seem to sense his hiding. Those with stronger cultivation did seem to look around, a tad unsettled if anything, but overall, none of them saw through his illusion.

It also helped that he was a prey animal who preferred to not leave things up to risk or chance when being careful was a perfectly reasonable option.

As he travelled, he noticed that the season seemed a little different. A tad on the warmer side than he last remembered. He had entered a few days after spring began, and the flowers he remembered were supposed to bloom seemed to already be at the end of its blooming cycle...

Was it the end of spring? Goodness, time flew!!

Thankfully, not an excessive amount of time passed since, upon making his way out of the forest near the woodshed, Luo Binghe didn't look too much taller. Yes, at the very least, only a few days or weeks had passed.

Hearing Shen Yuan's purposeful rustling, Luo Binghe's slightly pointy ears almost seemed to twitch. Then, he turned around quickly, eyes wide and swiftly becoming watery with unshed tears.

"Shizun!!"

Shen Yuan huffed, amused as the boy, sticky as ever, ran up to him and immediately hugged him around the neck.

"Shizun! Shizun, you came back! Shizun!!"

'Who do you keep calling out for, ah? I'm right here,' Shen Yuan thought.

Luo Binghe went still.

"...Shizun?"

'Yes?'

The boy suddenly let go of him and leaned back, staring right into his eyes. Then, slowly, like the flowers he missed bloom at the start of spring, Luo Binghe's smile spread across his face in a vibrant flourish.

"Shizun!! Shizun, you can talk now?!"

Shen Yuan paused, blinking.

'...You can hear what this one is...saying.'

"Yes, I can! I can finally understand you, Shizun! Has my cultivation gotten better? Is... Is this because of what you taught me?"

I don't know, what the heck?! This is scary!!

So, if he was actually thinking as though he was speaking to Luo Binghe, then the boy would actually hear it? After all, he wasn't responding to his thoughts now. Was this because he taught a spirit creature's Dao to a human that he became Dr. Dolittle? That's an entire genre change!

...Whatever that was supposed to mean! Who even was Dr. Dolittle?!

'...Indeed, it seems likely. However, this one admits that this is the first time he's taught this Dao to a human,' Shen Yuan replies, his mind in utter disarray and panic. 'As much as you are a student, this ram is still learning himself.'

There's no precedent for this! I'm sorry, Binghe! This ram is only about a year old!

Luo Binghe looked as though the meaning of the Dao was explained to him in elementary terms, as though he made a huge mental breakthrough with his words alone.

"I see... Thanking Shizun for his knowledge and education all this time!"

He bowed so respectfully, Shen Yuan immediately felt like a terrible saber-toothed wolf dressed up like a newly born spirit lamb to prey on the little human's trust.

But, well, he was at least somewhat honest just now. He really was also a student in all of this.

'This ram thanks you as well. Even through our language barrier, you've been an exemplary student. Now that we can understand each other more freely, we can further improve your cultivation.'

"Yes, Shizun! I'm looking forward to it!"

Shit.

[More under the cut, this one just got kinda long]

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Okay, so, it wasn't all that bad.

One, it really was much easier to speak with Bing-lamb, and the boy seemed to flourish further under his his verbal guidance. He didn't really have to say much, though. Whatever Luo Binghe lacked in prowess, he was steadily making up for it in motivation.

All Shen Yuan had to do was correct him a little here and there based on whatever kind of strange animal instinct he had that said,

'This stance is a little off. Keep you knees elastic. Firm, but ready.'

'You must connect with your surroundings and hone to your senses. Humans, as predators, rely strongly on their eyes. But you must learn to use your nose, ears, and touch as well.'

"What about taste, Shizun?"

'There are some things a mouth shouldn't touch. We can build up to that as you learn more.'

Though, perhaps he asked such questions because Shen Yuan occasionally found himself chewing on Luo Binghe's clothes. It was more affectionate grooming for the boy than anything, honestly. But he was also a prey creature rather than a human, so it could be excused as such.

Two, after Luo Binghe's lessons with the human instructors, Luo Binghe would sometimes ask him for questions and clarification as he did the pile of chores constantly assigned to him. What was with all these duties, anyway? Weren't all of the disciples supposed to do these things? They were working too hard on purpose, but why?

Anyway, despite not being a human, it turned out Shen Yuan could read quite well. He wasn't sure where he'd learned such a skill, but it was nice to see it be useful. So, because Luo Binghe's questions never got answered in class, as the boy's Shizun, he took it upon himself to do his best to help.

It meant he sometimes had to get a bit creative with how he explained things, but he was doing well enough, it seemed.

Of course, there were limits to what he could do.

As a ram, teaching the four arts was mostly out of the question. Give him some paints and he could maybe bang something out on a canvas, but he had no guarantee it would look like anything useful or recognizable. Same for a guqin or calligraphy.

Go...well, if the pieces and board were big enough, maybe. But anyway, he had his limitations. Not that Luo Binghe seemed to see any of them. With the way Shen Yuan loafed and Luo Binghe sat in front of him, his workbook open, one would think he'd hung the moon.

It was...admittedly very nice to be so appreciated.

Also, getting petted. He'd stopped for a bit after they first spoke, but Luo Binghe did it by accident again later. When Shen Yuan stayed quiet without scolding the action and slightly shifting his head closer, well, he got the picture.

And snacks. Luo Binghe didn't have access to a full kitchen for reasons he didn't understand, but Shen Yuan just knew. The day he had kitchen privileges, it was over for Qing Jing Peak. They'd become Qing Jing Restaurant or something.

Although he still had to be careful, he found he was actually starting to enjoy living the way he was now. He didn't feel the need to look over his shoulder as often, Prey and predator, bridging the gap, huh? What a lovely story.

As Luo Binghe improved, keeping his sheep shizun a secret, several more months passed. Spring turned into summer, into fall, into winter, into spring, into the touches of summer heat once more.

Over that year, Luo Binghe grew taller and broader. His shoulders were starting to fill out, his hands and feet better sized for his body. From his experience working with his shizun's hair-like wool, he learned how to take care of his own hair better, the curls becoming shinier and tamable, no longer as difficult to pull into a ponytail. He also learned all the little nooks and crannies of Qing Jing Peak after going foraging with his shizun, and the mountain climbing and hunting he'd done for himself.

He'd thought his shizun would be against him hunting the birds and other creatures on and around the peak, but though he never partook himself, he was ambivalent.

'You are human. Even sheep eat meat when necessary. For you, it's even more so. This ram shan't fault his student for doing the best for himself.'

And so, with his own hunting skills built up, despite still living and sleeping in the wood shed and lacking some of the more artistic prowess of his sect siblings, he's grown considerably in strength, speed, and build. As he sometimes heard his shizun murmur, 'Born to Bai Zhan, raised to Qing Jing, manages both.'

Meanwhile, Shizun himself...

Luo Binghe had visited Xin Ya Peak before, alongside some of his sect siblings. He'd seen what spirit sheep normally looked like--fluffy, with slightly curved horns, and a nice sheen to their wool. Not particularly tall--mostly reaching around their knees or thighs.

Shizun, however, drew much more regal of a figure. His wool was less fluffy but somehow even softer. He was taller, too, reaching up to the bottom of Luo Binghe's chest. His horns had grown out considerably, to the point they were curling outward. Unlike his farmed comrades, Shizun was exceptionally fastidious. Though, it likely helped he was not locked into a barn or kept around mud. So, he was not only impeccably clean, but he kept a long, undocked tail that swayed behind him with his steps.

He kept his wool a beautiful shade of ivory white. The only discolorations were the slightly green tones that occasionally hung onto his stomach and legs from loafing on the grasses around the bamboo forest and the ever-present blood red huadian on his forehead. Moreover, after Shizun had returned from wherever he'd gone, his eyes had changed. Irises that were once a striking brown had become a soothing blue-green color, much like the peak colors of Qing Jing.

Perhaps spirit animals needed less effort to attain godhood. Luo Binghe could believe it. After all, his shizun appeared like a god nowadays.

'Binghe' he'd hear, his soft and elegant voice calling out to him in the dewy mornings.

He would look up to see his shizun returning from some place he'd found his wild breakfast, leaving him to sleep longer because, as the ram said, he was a growing boy and needed it more.

The sun would peek out at just the right time to shine on his arrival, making him look ethereal, even if he was holding moss in his mouth.

'Have you eaten yet? If not, add this to your food today. It has absorbed quite a bit of yin qi. Considering your yang constitution, it will help promote more internal balance.'

Shizun places the stringy, thick moss in Luo Binghe's waiting hands.

'This is called Qiyan Root, despite not being a root at all. Strain and boil it twice for the best effect. You can also dry some of it for medicinal use. It should taste quite nice in an herbal tea.'

His shizun hummed in consideration as he tilted his head, long white lashes against the fur of his cheeks.

Luo Binghe couldn't help but wonder what his shizun would look like as a human. He was quite the handsome animal, much like one would compliment a horse for its strong physique and beautiful sheen. Surely he'd be a handsome human as well.

Though, wondering such a thing would have to wait. It was time for morning chores, then his lessons could begin in earnest.

It was after one such set of lessons with his other teachers, when he was chopping wood with his shizun at his side that the ram suddenly raised his head with a frown.

"Shizun?"

'...The air feels different. What do you sense?'

Having learned his cultivation mostly from a spirit animal rather than a human, Luo Binghe honed his senses and listened. Indeed, the peak seemed quiet. Too quiet, however.

"Something's not right... Shizun, I'll be back."

'Be careful, Binghe.'

The boy nodded in return before he ran off, Shen Yuan staying behind as he tried to better understand what this energy fluctuation actually was.

Eventually, curiosity and concern won out over wariness, and he concealed himself as he headed toward the rainbow bridges separating Qing Jing from the other peaks.

There, he found several demons cracking away at the bridge between Qing Jing and Qiong Ding. Several were smaller demons with tiny horns and large machetes in their spindly hands. They were accompanied by a larger, more boubous demon in a loincloth, using an axe to slice and wear away at the energies keeping the rainbow bridge connected.

A siege? But this is Cang Qiong, one of the most powerful sects! How could these demons have the gall?!

Shen Yuan wasn't aware of the politics that came with running a peak, so, of course, he was unaware of the peak lord's absence. Several lords were away--more than honestly permissible--leaving the little lamb-like disciples without their guard dogs. Though, judging from the coordinated actions of the demons, the little troupe he was looking at was the least of his worries.

Binghe!!

If he was running this way, then surely he would've encountered the demons! But he could smell no blood or anything from his student. Perhaps he already passed through before they arrived. After all, behind the troupe, he could see several groups of demons destroying the bridges and leaving the peaks isolated...

No, not all the peaks. Qiong Ding.

Something about this scenario struck him as...oddly familiar.

But he shoved that thought aside. Now wasn't the time for excessive questioning! His student was in danger!

As much as he liked to believe he prepared Luo Binghe for combat in some meaningful way, he would never overestimate his teaching abilities. He's a ram for fucks sake, how could he be much better than human teachers and their opposable thumbs?!

Not letting up his concealing qi, he began running across the bridge, heading straight for the small crowd of demons.

Though they couldn't see him, his weight and trotting seemed to alert them as they turned his way. Cruel smirks spread on the imps' faces as they raised their weapons and prepared to strike.

Deciding not to conceal himself anymore, he instead focused his qi on his attack, suddenly appearing before them. For some reason, they seemed surprised despite already preparing to attack him.

His qi-filled horns collided with one of their machetes, causing it to crack and shatter. Milliseconds later, the same cracking and shattering came from the imp's ribs.

Gritting his teeth, he flung his head to the right, throwing several of the imps off the cracking bridge. But he still had some momentum and wasn't done yet.

Facing the bulbous demon and its large axe, he charged up as much as he could, enough that his horns began to glow dimly.

The demon bellowed as it swung the axe, intending to split his skull. But Shen Yuan was faster.

Putting more force in his back legs, he jumped forward, tucking his front legs close to his body. His curved horns rammed against the demon's chest, the bones giving way under it. It let out a choke, then it spit up blood as the wind moved around them.

When the demon fell back, Shen Yuan blinked, realizing he was going butt up.

With a surprised bleat, his legs stretched out as the momentum had him flopping on his back above the demon's head. At least it was on solid ground! Dirt, even!

He wiggled, then quickly got himself up, shaking the dust off his head. Reorienting himself, he realized he was on Qiong Ding Peak. Huh... He didn't think the demon was so close to the land there, but maybe he miscalculated.

Anyway, Binghe!

Worried about his student, he quickly ran off to find where he was, concealing himself behind a cloak of qi once more.

Of course, Shen Yuan missed several things.

For one, the imps and demons had not noticed him at all. What they had noticed were several Qing Jing disciples arriving with their swords drawn.

Secondly, the machetes and axes the demons held were not supposed to crack so easily to a ram's horns. They were made with reinforced metals to be sturdy. A regular spirit sheep would've long lost its horns and skull to them.

Thirdly, the largest demon on the bridge had indeed been standing further away from Qiong Ding Peak, and Shen Yuan hadn't miscalculated. He just didn't realize that his body, weighing over 160 kg (352.7 lbs) plus the force of his qi-powered forward thrust was, even by physics standards, enough to blow a large demon backwards by several meters and shatter their collarbone on impact.

He'd turned his body into a literal battering ram.

Lastly, the Qing Jing disciples, whom the demons actually saw and prepared to fight, were able to witness the entire event, and were now staring, wide-eyed, at the large, mystical, disappearing sheep.

...But those were concerns for the future Shen Yuan.

#sheepzun au #svsss #svsss au #static drabbles #au post 4 #static writes #shen yuan does a whoops #he's got binghe on the brain he can't help it

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its-wabby-stuff · 22 days

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How Human is your Animal?

Based on animalistic representation in Media. Ranging from anthropomorphic to everyday pet.

A tier list for your convenience

S Tier- Humans don’t exist here

Qualifications: the world has no humans, animals tend to walk on hind legs and participate in human like societies, most likely anthropomorphic but not required

Zootopia, Kung Fu Panda, Sing, Rise of the Planet of the Apes, Chicken Little, My Little Pony, Goofy Movie, Ducktales, Robin Hood, Angry Birds, Samurai Rabbit, Paws of Fury, Spiderhams Universe

A Tier- I see, a little co-op happening

Qualifications: the world has humans, humans acknowledge animals in some way, they can be hired/considered for jobs and/or are active in society. Might be considered mutants

Paddigton, Muppets, Stuart Little, The Bad Guys, Pinnocio, Shrek universe, Care Bears, the Bee Movie, Guardians of the Galaxy vol. 3, and subsequently the entire MCU, Monsters Inc, Storks, Looney Tunes, TMNT, MHA, Yogi Bear, We Bare Bears, Chip N’ Dale: Rescue Rangers (2022), Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Hop, Wonderland, James and the Giant Peach, Hoodwinked, Mr. Peabody and Sherman, Ichabod and Toad, Sonic Movie

B Tier- Your getting suspiciously close

Qualifications: act more human like, perhaps develop a hidden society or walk on hind legs or plan elaborate heists, it’s just not quite right for an animal

Madagascar, Ice Age, Shark Tale, Surfs Up, Snoopy, Rescuers, SpongeBob, Ratatouille, Horton Hears a Who, Free Birds, Great Mouse Detective, Chicken Run, Flushed Away, Fantastic Mr. Fox, Tom and Jerry, Secret of Nym, Tale of Desperaeux, American Tail, Once Upon a Forest, Garfield, Over the Hedge, Rango

C Tier- Communication is key in fostering animal relationships

Qualifications: Perhaps by magical transformation or special gift or something that has always been kept a secret until now, these animals are able to talk to you

Cinderella, Tarzan, Jungle Book, Epic, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, Charlottes Web, Scooby Doo, Happy Feet, Snow White, Pete’s Dragon, Princess and the Frog, Aladdin, The Little Mermaid, Spies In Disguise, Emperors New Groove, Enchanted, Sophia the First, Peter Rabbit, Meet the Robinsons, Anastasia, Swan Princess, Dr. Dolittle, Leo, Up

D Tier- Oh look, it’s gaining complexity

Qualifications: although animals have been known to convey emotions nothing is more complex than creating Shakespearean like storylines. Humans take to the sidelines

Lion King, Finding Nemo, 101 Dalmatians, Bambi, Land Before Time, The Secret Life of Pets, Bugs Life, Oliver and Company, All Dogs go to Heaven, Lady and the Tramp, Fox and the Hound, Aristocats, Migration, Bolt, Dinosaur, The Good Dinosaur, Super Pets, Dumbo, Home in the Range, G-force, The Wild, Spirit, Rio, Curious George

F Tier- It’s all okay, animals are just animals here

Qualifications: Imagine your pet in a movie, that’s prolly what fits here. The everyday dog, or cat, or shark. Likely plays a part in the plot progression of the movie

Babe, Jurassic Park, Milo and Otis, Old Yeller, Life of Pi, Sword in the Stone, Beethoven, A Dogs Purpose, We Bought a Zoo, Pokémon, Dolphins Tale, Homeward Bound, The Black Stallion, Marley and Me, Jaws, King Kong, How to Train Your Dragon

Z Tier- So it doesn’t work like other places, but it works for you

Qualifications: a Universe with its own set of rules, perhaps jumping into a place outside of their own where rules seem just a little different. Who can say if it was real, or a dream?

Mary Poppins, Spiderverse, Fantasia, Mario Bros, Song of the South, Alice in Wonderland (cartoon), Calvin and Hobbes

Each placing is based on the highest human to animal ratio in universe even if that is one exception. This is for fun, don’t take it too seriously. You’re welcome to fill in anything you think is missing. If I mentioned one of your favorite movies you have to reblog, I don’t make the rules.

😉

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nighterwriter · 2 years

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Trick-or-Treat

Jason Todd x fem!reader

Word Count: 577

A/N: Happy Halloween! I put fem!reader, but honestly, anyone can dress up as the bride of Frankenstein.

Also, thank you to @snips-501 for the idea!

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"You owe me big time, Todd."

"Shut up and smile."

Damian pouted as Jason's eyes searched for you in the throng of excited children being held back by their parents. Last week at the manor, you'd casually revealed that you had never gone trick-or-treating as a kid and then made the mistake of placating the group of vigilantes by saying that you had never celebrated Halloween at all. It wasn't a big deal - that's what you would tell yourself to cope - and now, you were too old for trick or treating.

The group didn't accept your mediocre excuses and planned activity after activity on the week of Halloween. Pumpkin carving, scary movies, holiday-themed treats, everything and anything that was associated with the spooky day, you had done. Except for the one you had wanted to do the most, the one that made you jealous of the other kids that came to school with their earnings: trick-or-treating.

You'd waved off everyone's potential solutions to the missed opportunity, citing the social age limit as the reason for your dismissal, but your boyfriend was one stubborn bastard. The week before Halloween, he all but held a gun to Damian's head and forced him to call and ask if you'd like to 'supervise' his trick-or-treating rounds in the neighborhood - the one where fun-size candies were non-existent and frowned upon. You had agreed with restrained excitement with the idea that you'd been helping Damian and being able to see what you missed out on, which is what Jason had planned.

He raised his hand and smiled when he saw you weaving through the crowd, kissing you when you finally managed to squeeze through a large party.

"Child, Todd, I am a child, I shouldn't be subjected to these horrors."

"Sorry, Dr. Dolittle." You teased, fixing Damian's crooked tie and stethoscope.

"You didn't dress up." Jason frowned, motioning to the green face paint and fake stitching and bolts he had attached to himself.

"Yeah I thought about it, but all the stores were out of good costumes and it was too late to make anything. I shouldn't even dress up, I'm a chaperone-"

"Hey," Jason grabbed your chin softly to cut your sheepish rambling off, "I've got a costume in the car, let's go get you changed. Just 'cause you're an adult, it doesn't mean you can't do fun things. And I'll be damned if I let you miss out on your first trick-or-treat. Okay?"

"Okay." You murmured, kissing his hand as he pulled it away.

"You would've had the option of being one of my patients, but Todd insisted on you becoming the Bride of Frankenstein."

"Really?" Your boyfriend's cheeks darkened as you slid an arm around his waist and put it in his jacket pocket.

"So much so that he had the costume ordered last month-"

"Shut it twerp, or I'm eating all your Skittles."

"I thought you preferred chocolate."

"Yeah, but I know you like 'em."

"I see you're not weary of committing child abuse."

As the boys continued to bicker in the midst of trying to plan the route of the night, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. How you got lucky with a boyfriend like Jason and a family like the batfamily, you didn't know. All you knew was that if the neighbors were kind enough to give you some candy as well, you'd give Damian as many as Jason ate. It was truly a happy Halloween.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd drabble

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micropoe10 · 8 months

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Dumb Ways to Die... BG3 edition! PART: 1

Long post EXTREMELY LONG POST...okay maybe, probably not that long?? DEFINITELY LONG and Possible spoilers?!? I'm not sure read at your own peril! IT'S TOTALLY WORTH IT THOUGH🤣

I've been playing BG3 for a collective of well over 250 hours now. I CAN'T express how much I absolutely LOVE this game! I adore my OG character she is perfect (as Astarion loves to tell me)! I will ALWAYS choose ASTARION to romance and too fall in love with repeatedly! ⬇️⬇️❤️❤️⬇️⬇️

That has not changed in the other 2 characters I have made so far alongside my OG campaign. I have save scummed SO hard. (Listen...I want to watch THOSE scenes with my OG character over and over again whenever I want lmao😂 I also love watching the wholesome fluff scenes too) ❤️That being said this is not that kind of post.. this post is my, lets call it....DUMB WAYS TO DIE .....To the story.....

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THE STORY: The Goblin Horde

I would like to stress the importance of what I'm going to say next!

☠️☠️ALWAYS GROUP YOUR PARTY MEMBERS!!!!☠️☠️

So there I was playing on an ALT campaign that I made because I wanted to see what Dark Urge was all about. (I should clarify that I have NOT finished the story yet...no, not even on my OG campaign, im enjoying the game at my own pace and I have a lot of IRL responsibilities too.) So.. there I was, Astarion is madly in love with me ❤️ I just saved Halsin from the Goblins 🐻 everything is going so well, and he wants me to kill the BIG THREE leaders of the Goblin Camp. 👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇👇

I got this....or so I thought...*(rolls a NAT 1 on Confidence)*

In my party I have Astarion, Shadowheart and Wyll. I also have a summoned wolf but for the sake of this story we're gonna leave them out of it. On my OG character I have already gone through the Goblin camp so on my Dark Urge alt I was feeling pretty good about my survival chances this time around...I start by picking off small groups of Goblins, the ones that are secluded, around corners, away from the big packs so it doesnt alert all of them. I close doors to keep them hidden...you know...

⬆️⬆️YEA THAT⬆️⬆️

I destroy EVERY SINGLE war drum cause obvious reasons⬆️ I DONT want to alert everybody! I even saved Volo because...I have a soft spot for his annoying humor, and quite litterally I'm pretty sure he is the NPC equivalent of the games damsel in distress but *spoilers* lol. When I've picked off the stragglers all that is left is the BIG THREE and their packs of mobs around them. I figure my best bet is kill off Grannie Gut first so I remember that there are some spiders in the makeshift cages below and if you're like me well...🕷️☠️

☠️🕷️Same Ron, Same🕷️☠️

But I ➡️ UNGROUP Wyll⬅️..remember this.. I ungroup only Wyll, because he is the only one in my party who can speak too animals and I was determined to Dr. Dolittle Bullshit my way through a convo with these spiders to make them do my biding! Even if it killed me, and if the RNG/DICE gods were displeased with me it could, would and probably should have. (Also this would be a good time to mention that yes I know there are potions, and scrolls for speak to animals...but I am a complete and utter MONEY GREMLIN sooo it all gets sold). So, I sweet talk my way through that convo while also trying not to stare directly at my screen cause. 🕷️=☠️.

The spiders tell me you need to open the door for us and im like that is simple enough. I walk over, I try to unlock the doors and the guards on the other side (nice chaps, great convo) say noooo the gates must stay closed spiders are dangerous, they are not trained. (I KNOW, kinda the point here). So if I couldnt open the doors I was just going to do what I've done best so far and KILL THEM.

As wyll is shooting at these two "innocent" guards they are trying to spam unlock the door and all I'm seeing is:

.....Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked,Locked......

At this point I have Astarion jump down and help me kill these goblins, but not before another "innocent bystanding" goblin joins the fight. At this point Shadowheart, and my ALT are trying to kill this extra goblin. Astarion is trying to unlock the door, the spiders are saying FREE us. And Wyll is just standing there living his best life, When Grannie Gut gets involved...

Stay tuned PART: 2 will be up shortly!

#astarion #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 oc #bg3 wyll #bg3 goblins #dumb ways to die #bg3 stuff

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oftatteredwings · 1 year

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⸻ WILLIAM MOSELEY. HE/HIM / have you ever heard of THE LONG AND WINDING ROAD by the beatles, well, it describes SHAUN NOLAN to a tee! the thirty-three year old, and VETERINARIAN was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say HE is more distrustful or more RESILIENT instead? anyway, they remind me of an obsession with early 2000’s tv shows, the lingering scent of sea salt, comfy sweaters and a love for exotic animals, maybe you’ll bump into them soon!

time in notting hill ; 20 years on and off.

tw: drug abuse, abandonment, homelessness, sex work

ABOUT.

Name: Shaun Crawford Nolan Nicknames: Shauny (only by a select few) Age: Thirty-three Date of birth: 23rd April 1990 Occupation: Veterinarian Birth place: Harlow, Essex, UK Romantic/sexual orientation: Biromantic/Bisexual

Shaun was raised in Harlow in Essex by parents who really shouldn’t have had kids at all. He had a rough childhood, often caught up in his mother’s drug problems, his father absent for the most part. He was joined by a sister at the age of four, something that only caused problems as it was never certain that she actually belonged to his father, too.

As it stood, Shaun and his younger sister were taken away from their bickering parents when she was barely even a year old.

Got tossed around the system a lot for the next 10 years or so but pretty much made it his job to look after his sister. He picked up a job as a paperboy as soon as he was old enough to work and start earning his own money.

School was The Actual Worst™ and only made bearable by his best friend, whose house he’d usually hide out at. He fought constantly with anyone who came at him or his sister, which usually only led to trouble.

And then at 18 he found himself homeless. Aging out of the system he found himself with no money and nowhere to go; the fosters they’d been with at the time never having had any interest in adopting the pair of them before it was too late.

Mostly he slept on the street in the year that followed, occasionally sneaking in through his sister’s window wherever she was staying and sleeping on her floor or crashing on the couch at his best friend’s whenever they were back home from university. It was rough as hell, but he got through it.

In the end, he found himself being led down paths he didn’t expect and casual bar work turned to casual nights in strangers beds and being paid for it. There were a lot of drugs involved during that time, mostly narcotics, and he became pretty numb to what was happening to him. The only thing he knew and focused on was the fact he was earning money, money that could help out his sister, too.

Eventually, he got a decent amount of money behind him ( every penny earned himself )... and then he got himself clean. Mostly. Things turned around slowly. He found a place in Islington with a couple of roommates and finally got himself accepted into university.

Certain reckless ways of living may have ended, though he found himself adopting others, picking up boxing at the local gym, finding it a sport he could let off steam in, in a safe and controlled way.

A couple of years later his sister aged out, too, and he came to get her. While attending college, he was working numerous bartending jobs, doing all he could to keep a roof above their heads in what was a tough couple of years.

Finished up university, five years in all, and then took on a job as a veterinarian in a clinic not far from where they were living. He likes to think he knows everyone's pets better than they know them themselves, a proper Dr. Dolittle. He’s always loved animals, probably more than humans most of the time. Human’s have never exactly done him any favours.

He’s now living in Notting Hill again, his sister has found a life of her own... so yeah, you could say things are working out okay now.

HEADCANONS.

He has proper commitment issues. He doesn’t trust anyone and it takes a lot for him to let someone in. In his twenties he did make an effort to date a little, but most relationships he ended up in were very toxic.

Has a lizard named Mohinder, who was so named when Shaun indulged in a week-long Heroes marathon a couple of years back. It was too tempting to pass up.

Looks soft as a brush but actually has quite a loud bark if you mess with his family.

Complete coffee addict, it’s rare to see him without a takeout cup in his hand.

Has been known to take part in underground fights and boxing matches sometimes, although he doesn’t do it too frequently now, focusing on his job instead. He was never exactly very good, but it was a good way to destress.

Kinda has an obsession with Bath and Body Works candles. Don’t ask how many he has, it’s actually unhealthy.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

- younger sister. - roommate. - childhood best friend. - exes ( mostly of the toxic variety ). - past fwb. - one night stands/flings. - past dates ( bad/good ). - clients at the vets. - people he slept with when he was doing it for money.

#☆ shaun ( about )#drug abuse tw #child abandonment tw #abandonment tw #sex work tw #homelessness tw #nothillhqintro

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abysscronica · 1 year

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My nerdy 2022 summary

Quick list of shows, books, movies, whatever that I've consumed and how I rank them. Entries in the categories are in alphabetical order.

!! please remember that this only represents my personal opinion and taste, no need to get upset !!

Holy fucking shit that was amazing!

Avatar, the last airbender (cartoon)

Brave New World (classic book)

Demon Slayer, entrateinment district arc (anime)

Dr. Strange and the Multiverse of Madness (MCU movie)

Hunter x Hunter (anime & manga)

Jujutsu Kaisen 0 (anime movie)

Kodomo no Omocha (manga)

Kotaro lives alone (anime)

One Piece (anime & manga)

Orange is the new black, last season (series)

Planet of the Apes, new trilogy, movie 1 & 2 (movie series)

Primal (cartoon)

Rick & Morty (cartoon)

Seven Samurai (movie)

Stranger Things, season 4 (series)

The Dropout (series)

The House in the Cerulean Sea (fantasy book)

The House of the Dragon (series)

The Jungle Books (classic book)

The Sea Monster (animated movie)

Vinland Saga (anime)

Okay to pass time I guess/glad I've done it

Banana Fish (anime)

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (MCU movie)

Chainsaw man (manga & anime)

Guardian of the Galaxy holiday special (MCU short)

Hawkeyes (MCU series)

Emily in Paris (series)

Jojo part 6 - Stone Ocean (anime)

Jurassic World: Dominion (movie)

Love Death + Robot 3 (series)

Murder on the Orient Express (book)

One Piece light novel: Law (book)

Spy x Family (anime)

The Legend of Vox Machina (cartoon)

The Suicide Squad 2 (DC movie)

Thor: Love & thunder (MCU movie)

Wednesday (series)

Meh

Cobra Kai, season 5 (series)

Encanto (Disney movie)

House of Gucci (movie)

Kafka on the shore (book)

Lupin III: Goemon's blood spray (anime movie)

Ms Marvel (MCU series)

My dark Vanessa (book)

My dearest self with malice aforethought (manga)

My Hero Academia (manga)

My Hero Academia - season 5 (anime)

Psycho-Pass (anime)

The Batman (DC movie)

The Book of Boba Fett (series)

The Magnificent Seven (movie)

Nope!

A thousand ships (book on Greek mythology)

And just like that (series)

Dolittle (movie)

Komi can't communicate (anime, dropped)

Moon Knight (MCU series)

Pachamama (animated movie)

Planet of the Apes 3 (movie)

Raya and the Last Dragon (Dinsey movie)

Record of Ragnarok (anime, dropped)

The Eternals (MCU movie)

The Rings of Power (series)

The Turn of the Screw (classic book)

#2022 summary #nerdy review #nerdy ranking #nerdy shows

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disneyschedules · 4 years

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Here’s Freeform’s Schedule for March 9-15.

Thursday, March 12 is the Season 1 Finale of Everything’s Gonna Be Okay. There’s also a new The Bold Type.

Monday, March 9 is the Freeform Premiere of Kung Fu Panda 2 (2011).

#disney #freeform #melissa & joey #baby daddy #the simpsons #family guy #the middle #everything's gonna be okay #kung fu panda #kung fu panda 2 #the nutty professor #dr. dolittle #edward scissorhands #mirror mirror #twilight #ferris bueller's day off #the jungle book

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doctorjohcoy · 4 years

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john dolittle gets two best friends on accident and doesn't know what to do about it except to just roll with it

#dr dolittle #1967 #SEMI PERSONAL #OKAY. NOW I GO TO BED. OKAY

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1eternallife · 2 years

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Dr. Dolittle

bruce:

dick:

tim:

jason:

damian: *holding exactly five kittens with a snake around his neck* I can explain this time.

jason: You realize that snake is venomous?

damian: that just means he's harmless to those who understand how to handle him. And I know how.

tim: okay Dr. Dolittle but I will *not* inject you with anti-venmon *again*.

bruce: -AGAIN??

#oc #dc #batman #batfam #damian #bruce wayne is done

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elius-learns-to-write · 3 years

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Dr Dolittle

FIRST FIC OF THE WEEK BESTIESSSSSS, I hope your Monday was absolutely splendid and if it wasn’t then treat yourself to an episode of something, a book perhaps or maybe a nice hot drink. Anyway enjoy this I know I enjoyed writing it. (also I couldn’t remember if Alpine was a boy or a girl so I went with boy). Love you all <3

You are gifted Bestie

No literally you have the ability to talk to animals

Being born with this power made sure your childhood was never lonely

The pebble launched across the playground as you kicked it as hard as you could. You didn’t have many friends, not because you weren’t liked, it was just that you tended to keep to yourself. So instead of playing stuck in the mud or whatever game of house the other kids had come up with you decided that kicking rocks was more fun. “What are you doing” squawked a voice, lifting your eyes up to see if you could see which one of your classmates had asked you the question, all you were greeted by was the distant squeals of children and the rock you had been about to kick. “Down here” the voice called again. Head drifting downwards you spotted a little caterpillar on one of the daisies that had popped up the week before, putting your hand out your eyes grew to be the size of flying saucers as the little creature made its way onto your hand. “Did you just speak?” you whispered in awe, gently plopping your 6 year old body onto the floor, as much as you were hoping for a reply even at 6 years old you felt a bit silly asking a caterpillar if it had been the one that asked you the question. “Yes but I’ll ask again anyway, what are you doing?”.

The caterpillar had been called Dot

Dot hadn’t stayed very long, you were inseparable at school for about 2 weeks before they told you that they would have to go for a little while

Sooner than you could say wow look at these daisies, Dot returned as a beautiful butterfly

And even into your teenage years you would wonder what Dot did after their transformation

Whether it was the crow that perched on the old oak tree at the start of the forest trail teaching you what berries to eat at what time of year

“No that bush to your right. RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT!” Rory squawked into your ear as you stood on an old rotting tree stumps trying to get to the berries he had instructed you to share with him. “I am trying, these logs are going to break and it’s not my fault I don’t know my left from right” you giggled, finally reaching the burning red treasures. “Silly little human” Rory muttered (well I say Muttered it was more of a shouty squawk) “silly little bird” you giggled back, hopping off the log and skipping back down the track.

Or the wise old owl who liked to tell you stories

Taking you to far off kingdoms through the magical travel of words

“And so me and Bettie flew all the way back home, love fresh in our hearts and knowledge ripe in our minds” Mary spoke, her heart warming story fluttering down to you almost as soft as her stray feathers did. You loved when she told these stories, she had a way with words that even Van Gogh wouldn’t be able to live up to the paintings she created in your mind's eye. “Tell me another one Mary, you know how much I love them” she smiled as much as an owl good and ruffled her feathers “one more child, just one”. It was never just one.

You loved it all

So when you first met your dad Sergeant James Barnes and he asked you if you liked animals you must of talked for hours

“You have no idea” you chuckled nervously, scratching the back of your neck in an attempt to hide the nervous blush that had been covering your face since he revealed who he was. “Try me, what do you like about them” he beamed a bright smile, not the kind of smile people use to make others feel more comfortable but the type that met the eyes and made them look 10 years younger. “Okay so you know that feeling that you get when you have just woken up from a dream where you were best friends with someone even though in real life they don’t even exist?” waving your hands around animatedly like those blow up noodle men you get outside a car sales place “I can’t say I do” he replied, smiling even wider at the realisation that whatever shell you had once been wearing had finally been broken away. “Well anyway that’s what I feel every time I see a puppy trying to play catch with a stick 10 sizes too big or when a robin decides that flying beside me as I walk is better than whatever dish the forest has to offer”.

You went on and on in your explanation until he had to go back to the tower

Adding in random facts about every creature, flower, weed, leaf and rock you could

If that’s what you were like when he asked you about it

Imagine your delight when he told you he had a cat named Alpine

And after you moved into the tower

You instantly bonded with the feline

Sharing facts and gossip about the other occupants

“Nooooooo really?” you laughed as Alpine told you the most recent late night adventure he had caught Tony on, “yep and then when he went to close the dishwasher he lent on the top rack and it felt out, all the cups went everywhere”.

You made sure to take a look at the security cameras and bully Tony

“Psst Alpine” you nudged the white cat as you paused The house Wives of Beverly Hills, to spill the dirt you had on vision and Wanda. “Okay fine I guess I won’t tell you what our resident toaster and wiggly woo got up too last night” you crossed your arms tight across your chest pouting at the screen until a white ball of fur jumped onto your chest nudging at your arms, eager for the news. “Fine, they came home last night from a movie night and long story short they confessed their feeling to each other over late night pancakes” you squealed rubbing your furry friend behind his ears. “EEEEEEEEK”.

As much as your dad wanted to pretend that he was jealous over how much time HIS cat spent with you

His millions of blurry and oddly angled pictures that filled his camera roll would say otherwise

You loved animals

You loved nature

And you loved Alpine

You had everything you could ever want

#the avengers #avengers x platonic reader #avengers x teen!reader #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #bucky imagine #bucky x you #bucky x teen!reader #bucky x daughter!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x alpine #bucky fluff #avengers fluff

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theliterarywolf · 3 years

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"Why do they keep making new iterations of old cartoons when they CLEARLY DON'T WANT TO?" Because they lose the trademarks if they don't shit out something with the name slapped on it every X number of years. It's the whole reason Thundercats Roar exists.

They should have just made another ‘Tom and Jerry and *insert classical IP that has just entered the public domain here*’ straight-to-video movie, then.

Hell, I’ll start:

‘Tom and Jerry and Alice in Wonderland’

‘Tom and Jerry and Frankenstein’

‘Tom and Jerry and Dr. Dolittle’ (This one would be great because it could finally erase that travesty of a Dolittle adaptation we got with Robert Downey, Jr. from memory)

Everyone throw in your ideas, I’d like to see them.

But, again, I think the only theatrical movie based on a classic American cartoon that we need right now is a movie adaptation of Exit Stage Left: The Snagglepuss Saga... Which I apparently need to just up and buy a copy of since the website I used to read comics on doesn’t work anymore. Okay.

#takashi0 #replies

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pajama-nerd · 2 years

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Horizon Forbidden West

I've decided to bow to a by-now familiar impulse to write a self-insert fanfic for this property.

I had this impulse with the first game, but that one was a much more brief Machine Dr. Dolittle situation where Hephaestus deigned to let one particular human live because they fixed a machine once, and now when a machine is damaged and they're close enough, they go to that human.

And that was a cute, daydream scenario. I visit it often. It's nice. It also had very little to do with Aloy or her story.

For HFW, I created a time traveler.

Why?

Because I noticed a theme of Aloy collecting one person from every tribe (streak broken by the fact that Talanah doesn't join the team, which is a CRIME. HOW DARE YOU, GUERRILLA) and while Beta obviously represented the Far Zenith despite her being nothing but a tool to them, she was, for obvious reasons, unable to collect an Old One (Tilda doesn't count, and lord am I not fond of the direction they took one of the handful of confirmed lgbt characters. Stop that).

So, in the face of the end, someone decided that there was no better time than now to give time travel the very best go that they could. But, given that the odds of success were less than .00001%, they decide not to involve anyone else. Why get their hopes up if they're going to explode, or vaporize the planet accidentally, or reappear in the empty vastness of space?

They and their secret facility disappear before the end of days and reappear in the current Forbidden West timeline, lodged partially inside of a mountain. Aloy happens to wander close enough to that part of the mountain to pick up a distress signal, and makes her way inside, and manages to dig out this person, who assesses Aloy's mode of dress and is like, 'huh....... Well, okay then.'

And, of course - as with nearly everyone who meets Aloy - they are near-instantly smitten with our red-headed heroine and join the team, who they also become fond and protective of.

Erend is confused, but rolling with it, and this person - name tbd - respects that attitude, because...same hat.

Varl is everyone's favorite. He's great. So is Zo. They're amazing. I love them so much.

Kotallo's initial, out loud assessment is, 'They don't look like much.'

Time Traveler's response to this is a deadpan, 'I will take you with one arm tied behind my back' which Kotallo hates that he finds amusing.

I imagined this as a supplement to information about things that they want to know, and a further insight into just how far gone the Old Ones were in the way of capitalism/corporatism/consumerism.

But also so that they can introduce Erend to the very best of percussive music, and have a battle of wits with Kotallo, and despair over the perfection of Aloy, and become fiercely defensive over Alva. Our precious cinnamon roll. She must be protected at all costs.

Also Talanah will absolutely join the party.

Because I say so.

However, I think the most impactful interaction will be when Sylens meets this character. Because, I imagine that - upon finding out that an Old One exists and that they survived by cracking freaking **time travel** he will be all, 'at last. an intellectual. surely this person who also values survival will see how I am right and how Aloy's sentimentality is a weakness to be exploited'.

But actually, this person has already become so smitten with the GAIA gang that they would absolutely stab Sylens in the neck if Aloy flexed her eyebrow a certain way.

I don't like Sylens. Can you tell?

Like, AS A CHARACTER Sylens is immaculately written, and Lance Reddick does a phenomenal job.

AS A PERSON I want to crack his face on my knee, because if he were less of a smarmy, self-important dick who entertained the notion that someone other than him might have some kind of an idea of how to effectively deal with things, then Aloy could have solved the problem much sooner because she wouldn't have had to deal with his bullshit.

Anyway, this will happen. Perhaps I will keep you updated.

#horizon forbidden west #horizon forbidden west fanfic #hfw #kotallo x aloy #self-insert #I'm trash. I know it. I embrace it.#You cannot shame me

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jazzistolkienfanfics · 3 years

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Breathing - Aragorn x reader (modern!AU)

hi! could you do prompt #53 with a female reader and aragorn? thank you!

@elvish-sky oh joy, another sad aragorn fic (jk jk). i wanted to write this one as a modern!AU because of some research i was doing before school ended for science and ... i just thought of the concept and liked it, okay hush

53. “You said you were okay!”

Type: Imagine Pairing: Aragorn x reader (modern!AU) Summary: Y/N hasn’t been entirely honest with her boyfriend, Aragorn. Warnings: angst, sadness, death, Word Count: 1,704 words

Y/N laughed loudly as the black Newfoundland puppy chased its fluffy tail, the dark fur sticking up as though it had been struck by lightning.

Aragorn grinned at her, taking yet another long moment to watch her - to savour everything about his beautiful girlfriend. Just like every time she giggled, he wanted the seconds to last forever. He wanted every day he got to be with Y/N to last forever, because one day, they would be unable to make new memories.

One day sooner than he would like.

He tugged the sleeves of his RSPCA volunteer jacket down as he sat by her side, whistling for the dog to come and sit by his side. It obliged, just as all the animals in the shelter, or anywhere, always did.

Animal whisperer, Y/N would tease him. Like Doctor Dolittle!

Aragorn looked to her again, the smile still on Y/N’s face. Flushed s/c cheeks. Hooded e/c eyes with heavy bags under them, yet she still looked beauty. H/l messy h/c hair, kept out of her face by a f/c ribbon.

Then, the things people tended to stare at. The bag by her side, much like the wheeled kind some people used to shop. The nose cannula hooked behind her ears, a long tube carrying oxygen from the bag. A surgery scar protruding from her f/c shirt’s neckline.

Those things didn’t bother him. He loved her.

“Are you okay?”

Aragorn blinked at Y/N’s question. Normally he was the one asking her that question, or supposed to be. “I-I’m perfect.”

She smiled again. “That’s good.”

He stood, pulling her to her feet as well. “Come on. My shift’s up.”

Y/N jokingly pouted. “But the puppies!”

This time, it was Aragorn who laughed. “We’ll come back next week, I promise.”

“Next week,” she echoed, a sadness in her voice that her boyfriend didn’t detect.

---

Y/N coughed, making a face as the last of her pills went down her throat. She took dozens every day - it was part of her necessary, pre-determined hospital routine.

Her nurse, Legolas, (A/N - stan male nurses) passed her some water, which she gladly swallowed, hacking again.

��Good job,” he grinned. “Everything’s doing okay. Lung function is at 54 percent, a little lower than last week, but it will get higher again.”

She’d definitely expected that, though her heart still sunk.

“I’ll let your boyfriend in now.” Legolas laughed at the annoyed look on his charge’s face. The sound faded as he took on a more serious tone. “But, you remember that it could get even worse anytime, especially-”

“I know,” Y/N interrupted, her voice scratched and broken. “I know.”

“Be careful,” the nurse reminded her again, as he left the room, Aragorn passing through the door before it could even swing shut.

“Going alright?”

Y/N grimaced. “As well as can be expected. I hate my lungs.”

He took her hand, squeezing it tightly, like he would never, could never, let go. “I know you’re strong, Y/N/N. You can’t let CF beat you.”

Ah, yes. There it was - the casual reminder Y/N couldn’t go a day without hearing. Stressing how she was holding her life in an hourglass, which was rapidly running out of time.

Cystic Fibrosis. An often terminal lung condition, meaning Y/N’s lungs functioned at low percentages, causing difficulty in her breathing and weakened immune system. She was often lucky to spend more than a month out of the hospital, thought that hadn’t been the case recently.

She’d been continually relapsing, her lung function decreasing with every checkup.

To put it simply, it sucked. Royally.

“Here,” Aragorn offered her her nose cannula. “Hook up, and I’ll distract you.”

Y/N slipped it on, taking his hand and dragging her portable oxygen in The Granny Shopping Bag™️ with the other. smiling.

Well, at least, her mask was smiling. Inside, she didn’t know if she had the energy or will to anymore.

---

Y/N knew it was a risk, and she was exactly aware of the million and one ways this could go wrong.

But she didn’t care. She was going to live whilst she still could. She was done with giving up her life, letting down her boyfriend, because of some stupid mucus.

Besides, he didn’t know. He didn’t know it all, and she wasn’t going to stop them from being unable to make happy memories together by burdening him with more bad news. Being the protective guy he was, Aragorn probably wouldn’t even let her leave the hospital if her found out.

“Ready?” said-boyfriend-in-question asked.

“Hell yeah,” Y/N grinned, straightening the edges of her denim jacket.

They stood at the archway entrance to the Rivendell National Park - a beautiful wonderland of pale trees and swirling leaves, in the deep of autumn.

Technically, Y/N wasn’t meant to engage in ‘prolonged physical activity’. But technically, she wasn’t even meant to be alive right now.

No one, least of all her, knew how much time she had left. Y/N wasn’t one to waste it.

Together, she and Aragorn stepped through the archway, and explored the ‘whole new realm’.

---

After ten minutes, her lungs were burning, but she didn’t say anything.

Aragorn was looking so happy - a goofy smily affixed upon his face, his dark eyes lighting up as he swished his head from side to side to admire everything with childish wonder.

The National Park was beautiful, but the air was thin, and Y/N was struggling not to audibly struggle. She hated being dependent on people, and she would. Not. Worry. Him.

Something felt different this time - her breathing was quickening even though she was walking extraordinarily slowly, and she was in more pain than she should’ve been

Y/N signalled for Aragorn to stop, doubling over and coughing until her throat was raw. She couldn’t breathe whilst the mucus was crawling up her airways, and she’d rather clear it than suffer.

“Get it out, Y/N,” Aragorn encouraged her as she straightened, worry sketched all over his face.

Her coughing was done, and she went to take a nice big inhale, but ....

She.

Still.

Couldn’t.

Breathe.

Breathing should’ve been something natural, easy, if she had been just a normal young woman with her normal boyfriend.

She wished that lying didn’t come to her easier than breathing.

Y/N collapsed, choking, almost about to pass out as Aragorn immediately fell to her side, pulling his phone from his pocket and dialling an emergency number.

“Oh my God,” he gasped, his breaths coming shortly as well as he scooped her up into his arms. “Oh, God. Y-You’re going to be okay, Y/N.”

Funny how good they’d both become at lying.

With that thought, Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut, without the energy to keep themselves open.

“Y/N!”

---

Aragorn sat in the waiting room with a feeling like acid being poured down his throat and then regurgitated.

She shouldn’t have collapsed like that - it was highly medically improbable given what he knew about Y/N and her Cystic Fibrosis. Unless ... there was something he didn’t know.

He shook his head as soon as that thought came to him. He trusted Y/N. She trusted him. He had to have faith in her.

The sound of footsteps encouraged him to look sideways, where he saw Y/N’s nurse, Legolas, with four cups of coffee in his arms.

“Expecting someone else?” Aragorn laughed as he was handed one of the cups.

“Oh, no,” Legolas replied, with an unbelievably straight face. “I intend to drink all the coffee.”

“How is Y/N?”

The nurse winced. “I will be honest with you - she isn’t going so well right now. The fact that she was still walking with you ... that’s pretty amazing given her lung function and diagnosis.”

“What do you mean?” Aragorn furrowed his eyebrows. “She-she’s fine, isn’t she?”

Legolas stared. “Y/N didn’t tell you, did she? Oh, that stubborn little-”

“Tell me what?”

He averted Aragorn’s eyes. “Tell you that she was diagnosed with Burkholderia Cepacia and she was given another six months to live with her current lung function.”

“What?” All the air rushed out of his lungs, and suddenly, he knew how Y/N felt when it was hard for her to breathe. “H-How long has it been?”

Again, the blond looked awkwardly to the floor.

“How long?!” It was a shout this time, and Aragorn could feel himself on the brink of tears. His beautiful girlfriend, lost to the void ... he could not cope with it.

“Seven months.”

He fell back in his chair, coffee discarded, his shaking hands covering his face as his cheeks dripped with tears. This couldn’t be happening. This could not be happening.

A doctor rushed out from the ER, making a beeline for Legolas. Her nametag read ‘Tauriel’, her long red hair flying behind her as she ran towards them.

Her face was sober.

“He-he should come. Now.” She motioned towards Aragorn who stood immediately.

“Is Y/N alright?”

Dr. Tauriel did not answer his question, just motioning for him to follow her.

---

Y/N wasn’t moving. For such a joyful young woman, she was lying unbelievably still.

There was a crowd of doctors around her, but they all moved back at the sight of Aragorn.

“I’m sorry.”

He didn’t know who said it ... all he could think about was how much paler Y/N looked than her normal s/c.

“She-she’s just a-asleep, r-right?” Aragorn stuttered on the words as more tears fell down his face. “Y/N’s o-okay?”

Dr. Tauriel shook her head. “I’m so sorry. We-we couldn’t do anything.”

“You said you were okay!” Aragorn cried, talking to Y/N even though she couldn’t hear him - would never hear him again. Jut like he would never hear her. “You told me you were okay ...”

“Get him out of here,” someone said quietly, and Aragorn was pulled to the door.

He threw one final look over his shoulder.

Y/N’s hair was spread out over the pillow. Her hands had been folded over her chest. She still had her nose cannula in, but that had never made her less beautiful.

Even in death, she still looked like an angel.

She was still the most beautiful person Aragorn had ever known.

A/N - guys this is my new favourite fic so please spread it! @elvish-sky thank you so much for this request, and everyone, thank you for reading!

#aragorn #modern!aragorn #modern!au #au #lotr au #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr x reader #aragorn x reader #x reader #modern!aragorn x reader #you

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