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mayzi33 · 4 months

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I like to think all the main four (Sonic, Tails, Knuckles and Amy) are protective over eachother in a way.

They're all protective over Tails of course, the youngest, their little brother. They won't stop him from throwing an explosive at you if you're an asshole but if you do or say something that gets his ears to fold down the slightlest you have exactly 5 seconds to run.

Amy can easily squash her hammer at any creepy guy that comes to her, but why waste her breath when her 3 boys will gladly hunt him down? They all give Amy princess treatment aside from the usual friendly taunting and I will die on this hill.

We all know Sonic has a tendency to run into situations without thinking. Tails, Knuckles and Amy sometimes have to straight up go on babysitter mode in the middle of the battle to make sure their spiky blue friend doesn't run straight into a pit full of spikes or something. Also, add the fact that Sonic has been stated to be "too trusting" sometimes and how his belief that everyone has a little good in them and deserves a second chance can bite him in the butt. Sure, Sonic might have granted you his trust, but that doesn't mean his three less-trusting-more-logical teamates won't look you dead in the eye and warn you and I quote: "break his trust and we'll break your back."

Now as for Knuckles, we know he's the oldest, strongest and most serious of the group, but we all know years of isolation led him to have the naivety of a child. Some folks might think that seeing the red echidna around is the perfect opportunity to use their scamming tricks, but oh, if only there wasn't a speedy hedgehog, an 8yo carrying guns and a girl with a giant hammer hanging around him constantly like some sort of bodyguards. The M.E's guardian going to the surface is a rare occurance, so if you dare to even THINK about ruining this with your con artist stuff, you WILL end up with a broken bone.

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anikiri · 6 months

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I don't remember where I read this but apparently someone said or headcan that Tamarack might be bullied in Step2??..Idk if this truth or not but I know for a fact if it is, Rena wouldn't let it slide.

Rena in step2 developed a habit of distracting herself from life by drowning in activitys she likes or anything that would drown the negative thoughts. And one of it is, martial art. (not sure which one or maybe she'll have multiples?)

So Rena have pretty good knowledge and experience of it and would absolutely use it to intimidate people or gain the upper hand. But in this case, it's to protect Tamarack ( Qiu as well if they needed it )

They supposed to look older but I proportion it wrong..they kinda look like 10 year olds and not 14... also,I might have a re-design for Rena outfit. PS, Rena supposed to be wayyyy taller than Tamarack. Like a bit taller than Autumn

#our life fanart #tamarack baumann #our life #our life mc #our life now and forever #ol2 #qiu lin #olnf #olnf tamarack #protective friends #fanart #visual novel

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meikadonnelly · 2 months

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~nikki sixx~

nikki sixx x fem reader

Nikki is your best friend and you’re on tour with motley crue.

fluff/angst on nikki’s side.

tw : nikki gets angry and may be triggering 🤍

You hear the crowd still screaming and clapping as the boys come back onto the tour bus at the back of the venue. You glance from the magazine you’re reading to watch as Vince walks in, followed by Mick, and then Tommy, however Nikki isn’t there. You smile at the three of them as they walk loudly onto the bus. They all sit down near you and you put down the magazine onto your lap. “You guys sounded great,” you say happily. “I’m a little tired so I came back about fifteen minutes ago,” you tell them.

“It was packed in there, even backstage!” Tommy says with a smile.

You laugh. “Plenty of opportunities for people to pick fights then,” you joke which makes the others smile.

“Yeah well, we’ll have to see what Nikki can tell us when he gets back,” Vince says, laughing a little. You raise an eyebrow.

“What?” you question.

“Apparently Nikki had a run in with some guy backstage,” Tommy explains. You sit forward, putting the magazine next to you.

“What? Where is he?”

Tommy shrugs and you stand up. You walk down the bus to the front. You walk down the small steps and off the bus. You look to the right to see a few men walking around in their backstage uniforms but no sight of your best friend. You then turn to look to the left when your vision is blocked by a body. You trail your eyes upwards to see Nikki look down at you. “What’re you doing?” He asks.

“I was coming to look for you,” you tell him. He raises an eyebrow.

“Why?”

“Because apparently something was going on,” you reply with a slight frown at his blunt tone. He doesn’t say anything and walks onto the bus to which you follow. “Nikki,” you say. He keeps walking to the back of the bus where he disappears to climb into his bunk. You stop where the others are with your hands on your hips, looking at where Nikki just was.

“What the hell happened?” Tommy asks. You shake your head.

“No fucking clue,” you reply.

“Want me to talk to him?” He asks. You don’t reply but walk past them to Nikki’s top bunk where he’s laying on his stomach, facing the opposite way with his hands under his pillow. You look at him with your arms crossed. His bunk is about head height so you’re face is next to his.

“Nikki.” You say sternly and he groans. “Don’t ignore me Nik.”

“Leave me alone.”

“You’ve known me long enough to know that’s not going to happen.” You mutter and he finally turns his head to look at you, his head still laying on the pillow. You tilt your head slightly.

“What happened?” You ask.

“Nothing,” he mumbles. You let out a small sigh.

“We both know you’re not telling me the truth Nikki.” You say sternly and he opens his eyes to look at you.

“Some guy was saying shit,” he admits.

“About?”

He pauses, still holding eye contact. He sighs and moves to get off his bunk. He stands in front of you. “What was it about Nikki?” You ask again.

He sighs again and look down. “You.”

You frown. “And?” He looks at you.

“What do you mean ‘and’?” He questions.

“Who cares if a random guy says something about me?” You ask him.

“He can’t just go around doing shit like that!” he says a little loudly. “If he says something and I hear it then i’m gonna say something!” You glance at his hand.

“So if all you were doing was saying something, then why are your knuckles red?” You question which makes him look at his right hand. You watch him think of what to say.

“I don’t understand why you aren’t more upset about this!” he says loudly and in a higher pitched voice than usual.

“I don’t know why you are!” You yell back.

“Because you’re someone I care about and i’m not just going to let someone do that!”

You sigh and look down. “I get that, okay? Believe me. But you’re getting into fights over it. You’re going to ruin your career. What if you get in trouble, or get hurt? What if you hurt your hands and can’t play bass anymore Nikki?” You defend. You watch the thoughts race through his mind as he stares at you, his arms crossed. By now, the others are looking down the bus at us.

“How the hell am I meant to just not do anything about it?” He asks, frustrated.

“Ignore it! Keep walking and come to me!” You reply in a slightly angry tone. “Talk to someone about it Nikki.”

He sighs again. “Sorry,” he mutter quietly before turning and walking off of the bus again. You don’t call out for him but walk over to the others who just saw the whole thing.

“What the hell happened?” Vince asks.

“He got into a fight,” you reply, glancing at him.

“Did he win?” Tommy asks to which you look at him with an eyebrow raised. “Sorry.”

“I’ll be back,” you say, walking away.

“Where are you going?” Tommy yells after you. You turn around.

“I’m going to find Nikki, who knows what’ll happen if I don’t.”

“The venue’s huge, you won’t be able to find him,” Mick says bluntly.

“Well, I might as well try.” And with that, you walk off the bus. You look around before looking along the side of the bus to see Nikki leaning against it, his arms crossed. You walk over and stand next to him silently for a moment.

“I’m not mad,” you finally say. “I didn’t mean to yell.”

“I know,” Nikki replies quietly with a slightly defeated tone in his voice.

“I just…” You pause for a second and sigh. “I just don’t want you to get hurt or ruin your career.” Nikki doesn’t say anything and continues looking forward at the business around you. “The last thing I want to happen is for you to throw away all your hard work over some comment about me,” you add.

“I know it was stupid and I’m sorry okay?” He says defensively which makes you move to stand in front of him. You put each hand on his shoulders and look up at him.

“I promise you that it doesn’t bother me when people say stuff about me. So please don’t think you have to defend me.”

He looks at you and nods. “Okay,” he mutters. You drop your arms to your sides.

“So are you okay?” You ask him.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he assures before putting an arm around you and starting to walk towards the door of the bus. “Are we good?”

You smile. “Of course.”

#fan fiction #motley crue #nikki sixx #fluff #nikki sixx x reader #angst with a happy ending #light angst #protective friends #tour bus

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itsjustdg · 2 months

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What Happens In the Doghouse

a tag fic to Hudson & Rex S06E08

Basically: What if Charlie hadn't been quite as lucky as in the episode?

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freedomforthewin · 7 months

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Desperate Measures (Scamander Brothers X Muggle Reader)

Content Warnings: Themes of suicidal temptation, narcissistic abuse, C-PTSD, attempted abduction, PTSD, and betrayal. There’s also emotional distress, and a knife is present. Ableism and biphobia are mentioned.

Note 1: Some numbers and resources are noted at the bottom of this story post.

Note 2: If you like this story, please like, reblog, or comment on this story. Doing that really helps writers out. Plus, this was a really difficult story to write, and I worked extra hard on it, haha.

You slowly walked over to the knife holder on the kitchen counter, as if you were in a trance, and grabbed a knife. You stared at the knife in your hand.

Everything was too much. Your entire being was consumed with so much stress and pain. And it had been that way for too long. You couldn’t do this anymore.

There was no other way out.

But—you just remembered—your friends—Newt and Theseus—they would not be okay with this. Doing this would devastate them. They had always genuinely cared about you.

And you had worked too hard to die now. It was taking a while for you to get better and work towards building the life you wanted, but you were farther along than you were before.

But, you needed a way out. You needed this pain and stress to stop. You didn’t want to be stuck with the trauma anymore. And, you wanted to finally be safe. What could you do???

You felt trapped.

Tears started to fill your eyes. Your grip on the knife tightened and shook; then it relaxed. You moved the knife to the side. You stared at it for a few seconds. Then, you put your elbows on the counter, lowered your head into your hands, curled into yourself, and started to cry.

Soon after, footsteps came towards the kitchen, but your overwhelm prevented you from hearing them. The footsteps paused upon the scene, and there was a brief silence.

“(Y/N)?” you heard a voice call softly from behind you. Newt’s voice.

Your breath hitched, but you didn’t raise your head.

No. He had caught you.

You didn’t know what to do, what to say. You didn’t have the energy for this, so you just stayed as you were.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?”

You still didn’t answer. Newt walked till he was standing to your right. He placed his hand on your shoulder, gazing at you with concern.

Then, he noticed the knife to the right side. When he realized what you were trying to do, he let out a small gasp. His green eyes turned to the knife holder in front of you.

He kept his hand on your shoulder and used his other hand to move the knife and then the knife holder farther to the right, away from you. He stared at them. Then, he looked back at you, scared.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

You tried to hold back sobs.

He was worried. He knew you had been going through a hard time, but he had never seen you like this. He thought about the knife he had just pushed away from you.

“Please show me your wrists.”

You didn’t move. You didn’t want him to see you cry, even if he was one of your closest friends. You didn’t feel comfortable crying in front of anyone. It was too late, in a way, though. You couldn’t hide the fact that you were crying, but that didn’t mean you had to show your face.

“I need to make sure you’re not injured,” Newt clarified.

You still didn’t speak. You didn’t trust your voice to sound normal.

“Okay,” he said cautiously, “I’m just going to pull your sleeves down and check.” You kept your head in your hands. Newt carefully pulled your sleeves down and tried to look for injuries, walking around you to continue checking your arms from other angles without pulling your arms away from your head. He didn’t find anything concerning.

“Alright. Your arms seem fine. Did you cut yourself somewhere else?”

You shook your head, no.

“Did you—stab yourself?”

You shook your head again. Then, you gave up on not speaking.

“Al—almost,” you said in a thick voice.

He was quiet for a few moments.

“Why—why would you do that?”

You didn’t answer at first. He waited for you.

“It’s all too much,” you finally said hoarsely.

“Alright. Can you—can you tell me more?” he asked, trying to stay calm.

Your head turned towards him, a desperate look in your eyes. He saw the tear streaks and pained expression on your face. Newt’s heart broke.

“I believe you,” he said. “I know you’ve been going through a hard time. I do. Just, just talk to me. Take your time, it’s alright. Just tell me whatever you can. In case there are things going on that I’m not aware of. I’ll—I’ll do my best to help you.”

Just then, Theseus, who had come over earlier that day to spend time with you and Newt, walked into the room while adjusting his gray suit. He stopped when he noticed the sight in front of him. “What—what’s going on?” Theseus asked, concerned. You and Newt looked at each other, unsure of what to say. You snapped your eyes shut and lowered your head while pursing your lips together. Newt worriedly placed his hand on your shoulder. He then glanced downwards before turning his head towards his brother.

“She—she almost killed herself,” Newt answered.

Theseus just stood there as the realization of what Newt said hit him.

“What?” Theseus asked, shocked.

Newt let out a breath before speaking.

“She tried to—she was going to—she almost—she almost stabbed herself.”

Theseus stood still for a few moments before making his way over to you both. His ocean blue eyes gazed at the knife that was away from you and Newt. Then, he turned back towards you and caressed your arm.

“Please talk to us,” Theseus said quietly.

“We’re here for you,” Newt added tenderly.

You were overwhelmed, making it hard for you to speak, but they waited patiently for you.

“These memories,” you started, your voice hoarse. “These thoughts. These feelings. They don’t go away for good. And they can get so…intense.”

“What are you remembering?” Theseus asked gently but worriedly.

“The abuse.”

Your friends looked at you, sadly.

“It was really bad,” you whispered.

“I believe you,” Newt reassured you.

“So do I,” Theseus agreed.

Your mouth curled into a hint of a smile, a pained but grateful look in your eyes. You tilted your head towards them in a slight nod, which they returned.

You were silent for a few moments. Then you continued, “They were ableist, too. And biphobic. Even though I was their daughter and a part of those minority groups. Didn’t matter. I was their daughter, and they didn’t care…they didn’t care.”

Both of the Scamander brothers’ faces fell at your words.

“They treated me so…” you trailed off and sighed hopelessly.

Your friends gazed downwards morosely. The three of you went silent.

Then, you asked, “Do you remember what they and the others did to me after I escaped?”

“Yes. I remember,” Theseus said solemnly as Newt nodded. You looked at Theseus, a tortured expression on your face.

“They terrorized me,” you nearly whispered. “But they did it subtly and manipulatively, under the guise of caring. If anyone read or listened to the messages, or listened to those monsters try to justify their actions, without being very familiar with how manipulation works and the different ways it can be done, they’d fall for the manipulation and not believe me.”

“I’m sorry,” Theseus said sadly. He was quiet for a few moments. “But it’s good that you don’t have contact with them now. You’re safe now.”

“For how long?” you asked hopelessly. “They haven’t stayed away for good.

“They kept trying to contact me. And they and the others who decided to get involved kept trying to get me to reveal my location, as well as trick me into letting them abduct me. And…” you trailed off as the tears fell down your face.

Theseus went up to you and engulfed you in his arms. Your arms wrapped around him tightly. He held you and rocked you side to side as you cried in his arms.

You, like Newt, weren’t typically a hugger. But, Theseus’s hugs were different: They actually felt comfortable to you. Newt watched the two of you sadly. Then, he took his wand, turned towards the knife and knife holder, and vanished them. He stared at the space the weapons had been in, breathing heavily.

He had almost lost you.

“You’re safe now,” Theseus said to you soothingly. “You’re safe now.”

Newt turned back towards his friend and older brother. Newt placed his hand on your shaking shoulder. After a few seconds, he began to rub your shoulder.

“They can’t do this to you anymore,” Newt murmured. “They’re not here. You’re away from them, and you don’t have contact with them. You’re safe now.”

They went quiet and comforted you as you cried.

“Why don’t we take her to the couch,” Newt quietly suggested after a little bit, motioning towards the yellow couch in the living room with his head.

Theseus nodded.

The three of you made your way over to the couch, Theseus keeping his arm around you the entire way there. You sat in the middle of the couch, Newt sat to your right, and Theseus sat to your left. They rubbed your arms, trying to console you. Neither of you said a word. After a bit, you finally spoke.

“Sometimes I have to remind myself where I am. That I’m not there anymore. That I’m away.”

“Yes, that’s right. You’re not there anymore,” Newt said. “They don’t know where you are. They and the others who got involved can’t try to take you back again.”

“They already tried multiple times,” you said despondently.

“I know. I know, and I’m so sorry.” Newt was silent for a few moments.

“They did that and they did so much to try to get me to reveal where I am.”

“We’re not going to let them take you or do anything to you,” Theseus stated. “And you’ll do a good job of protecting yourself, too. You already have.”

“Yeah,” Newt reassured you. “You made very smart decisions to keep yourself hidden, and you have been continuing to make smart decisions.”

“Exactly,” Theseus agreed.

You took a deep breath and nodded.

They were quiet for some time.

“I knew that me escaping and cutting them off would lead to me getting betrayed and losing people, but it’s still hard,” you muttered. “Why do I mean so little to all of them?”

Theseus placed his hand on your arm.

“Because they’re not meant to be in your life,” he replied.

“He’s right,” Newt agreed. “But—we believe you. We care.”

“Yes,” Theseus affirmed. “We do. We know you’ve suffered. We know you deserved better.”

“And we know they’re very manipulative,” Newt said. “We read and listened to the messages you showed us they sent you. Something is seriously wrong with them.”

You shook your head up and down, so thankful your friends saw your abusers for what your abusers were.

“They’re narcissistic abusers,” you said. “They won’t change no matter what they say. If they wanted to change, they would have tried a long time ago. My suffering because of them would have been enough to get them to change. But it wasn’t. They only tried to ‘change’ after I left, when they got affected. When they lost control of me, and when me escaping put their reputation at risk. None of their words and actions are genuine. They don’t care about me.”

“I’m sorry,” Newt whispered.

“We do though,” Theseus replied. “Care, I mean. We care.”

“We’re your friends,” Newt said gingerly. “We love you.”

“You’re not alone.”

You smiled at them.

“And you have a…therapist, as you muggles call them,” Theseus added. “She can help you. Is it working out with her?”

“Yes. I like her. There’s just…so much.”

Theseus nodded sympathetically.

“(Y/N),” Newt suddenly said. You looked at him.

“You were going to kill yourself, but you stopped. What got you to stop?”

You were quiet at first.

“I’ve worked too hard to give up now,” you finally said.

Newt and Theseus gave you small smiles and nodded. You gave them a small smile back.

“But, I also remembered both of you,” you replied awkwardly, motioning to Theseus and him. “This would hurt you, both. I couldn’t do that to you. Both of you genuinely care about me. You always have.”

Your friends looked at you morosely. Then, they both leaned in and laid their heads against yours. You closed your eyes. The three of you sat like that for some time in silence.

“Why don’t we take you to get some help,” Theseus suggested quietly, his head still against yours. Then, he sat up and looked at you; Newt did the same.

You looked away, a slightly anxious expression on your face.

You had never checked yourself in for a mental health emergency before. The idea of it made you feel nervous, but, you supposed, not as nervous as you thought you’d be if you had to do this without your friends’ support.

And, this really was an emergency though, wasn’t it? You had almost killed yourself.

You felt someone take your hand. You looked to see who it was.

Newt.

“You’re worth it,” he said. At those words, your eyes held their gaze towards him. “You’re worth it.”

You smiled gratefully at him. Then, you took a few deep breaths before you looked at Theseus and nodded.

“Okay,” you said, accepting the offer of help.

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shipping-world1994 · 6 months

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Tori and André are the friends who pull out disguises to make sure their friends are ok on a date

#tori vega #andre harris #victorious #safety #best friends #protective friends

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justabunchofhyperfixations · 1 year

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My friends are feeling really protective lol

#breakup #protective friends #wlw breakup #my friends protecting me from ex #idk how to tag sorry

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liviavanrouge · 7 months

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Overprotective Lion

Livia: *Beams, laying beside Leona, holding the stuffed bunny Silver gave her* I named him Carrots!

Leona: *Pokes Carrots cheek* Cute...

???: Hey....

Livia: *Sits up, looking at Baku surprised*

Leona: *Narrows his eyes as Livia got up and approached the male*

Baku: You thought that was funny didn't you?

Livia: Excuse me....

Baku: Sending Jack after me....you're an annoying brat....

Livia: *Flinches as Baku's hand flew up*

Leona: *Kicks Baku down, startling her*

Livia: L-LEONA!!

Leona: *Scowls at Baku and kicks him right in the jaw* What were you gonna do with that hand, buddy

Ruggie: *Covers Livias eyes* You don't wanna see this...

Leona: *Steps on Baku's hand, his eyes narrowed* You interrupted play time just to get angry with her over beef between you and my first year....some nerve

Ruggie: Leona!

Leona: *Looks back then sighs and kicks Baku away* Be grateful she's here....we Savannaclaw residents don't take lightly to those who threaten our territory

Livia: C-Can I look now

Leona: Ruggie

Ruggie: *Removes his hand and sighs* So glad I'M not on your bad side

Leona: *Lay's on his side and yawns* Finish playing...

Livia: *Nods looking confused but sits beside him, playing with Carrots*

#twst livia #twst leona #protective friends

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seldomscilence16 · 2 years

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Whumotober day 11: 911 Whats Your Emergency?

Fandom: Descendants

Prompts;

Sloppy Bandages

Self-done first aid

Makeshift Splint

Im revisiting fandoms, long after my original head cannons have been squashed. But thats what AUs are for!

Its dark, and everyone on the isle knows if you cant defend yourself, you dont go out at night. And Carlos would love nothing more than to be in his room, however small and bare it may be, but he'd been kicked out after...

He limps into another shadow, curled in on himself, to hide from another goon. He was a VK, he could use his reputation to walk around at night, but he wasnt in the best of shape- he know hed be sniffed out immediately. Hes already probably considered the weak link, and while this could be considered cowardly, he'd rather not have to deal with any more injuries.

He moves through the streets and alleys, drawing closer to their hideout. It should be empty tonight, he could treat his injuries and get some rest, then sneak back home in the morning when his mother would hopefully be in a forgiving mood, and before the others saw him. It was the only plan he had, sleeping on the streets as he was now would only guarantee trouble.

He stumbles over a rock and jostles his aching ribs, wrapping an arm around himself in the hopes of calming them down, though he knows its useless, the action only pulls at the burns on his shoulder and no amount of holding will stop the aching. In the low light of a flickering lantern he catches sight of his hasty first aid attempt on his ankle. The splint is barely hanging on, and blood has completely soaked through the rather sloppy wrap job hed done. He'd been in a hurry, but he'd need to do better to hide it from his... friends? Crew? Toleraters?

Whatever they were. It didnt matter, hes done this before, it was nothing new, he'd be fine... hopefully. He supposed it was kinda new, the situation had happened before, but the injuries were... a little worse this time, maybe... he was no doctor of course, but he'd had to get at least effecient at first aid, even if this attempt was rushed and disgraceful.

The entrance is finally in his sight, his relief is practically palpable, even as throwing the stone pulls on just about everything. The stairs too, are torture, having to hop a bit to keep pressure off his ankle only hurts everything else, but its the lesser evil he supposes. When he finally reaches the top he practically falls into the door there, trying to catch his breath before continuing.

Carlos is so ready for some sleep at this point, but he really needs to take care of everything. He's just managed to get his breathing somewhat under control, and opened the door, only for his senses to spike and cause him to lurch backwards as a bat comes at his head. The bat thankfully misses but his balance is shot as pain wracks his frame, hes teetering backwards towards the stairs when a hand snatches his shirt and pulls him into the hideout.

"Carlos! You almost lost your-"

Carlos can barely hear them, his body is trembling as pain shoots from his ankle to his hip to his toes and back again.

"Okay buddy, gonna need to relax bro, we got you."

"Its okay Carlos, youre safe now." Cool hands cup his cheeks, his head pillowed as blury eyes try to make out the three heads above him.

"This is a shabby job C... what the heck happened?"

...

Carlos is supposed to be cleaning his mothers furs. Hes done it enough times, he could complete the task in his sleep. But shes mad about something- shes always mad, runs on it- she kicks him and he stumbles, stumbles right into a bear trap.

Blood splatters, a single drop lands on the hem of the nearest coat, and his mother loses it. The beating is familiar, though awkward with his leg trapped as it is. Her cigarette ash burnes holes through his thin shirt, into the skin beneath. His ribs creak under her kicks, and when she stands heaving after shes had her fill, she puts the cigarette out into the same shoulder.

"You will get out of my sight! Do not return!" Her voice is shrill and he shrinks away.

It takes him some time to work the trap open, to tear pant legs and wrap spare scrap metal around his leg until he can determine if it needs setting or rest. There isnt much he can do about everything else, not before his mother comes back and gets her anger renewed. So he takes his leave quickly instead, as fast as he's able. He'll clean himself up at the hideout, be fine by tomorrow. He'll be fine, he can be strong, hes a VK, he'll be fine.

He'll be fine...

#whumptober2022 #no.11 #self-done first aid #disney descendants #fic #child abuse #blood #child endangerment #bear traps #carlos angst #protective friends #kinda but they are

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crimeronan · 8 months

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CDC finally fuckin' recommended the new COVID boosters for everyone in the US. letting my american followers who don't check the news know because i've been turned away for wanting to get an extra booster & now won't be anymore & it's Lovely. most americans are not going to get these and are going to grumble about them, which sucks as far as spread goes - but DOES mean u can schedule with ur local pharmacy sooner rather than later. please do so. ur immunocompromised friends and ur own body will thank u.

#coronavirus #covid #we're all gonna catch covid like the common cold for the next several decades #PLEASE get as protected as u can in the face of that reality.#it's not worth becoming disabled or further disabling/killing ur disabled friends and family members.#autoimmune tag

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skull-bearer · 3 months

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Chapters: 14/? Fandom: Dragonlance - Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Dalamar the Dark/Raistlin Majere Characters: Raistlin Majere, Scrounger (Dragonlance), Dalamar the Dark, Andras Rannoch, Horkin (Dragonlance), Baron Ivor, Dunbar Mastersmate, Original Characters, Gunthar uth Wistan, Tika Waylan Majere, Caramon Majere, Kitiara uth Matar, Lemuel (Dragonlance), The Tower of Palanthas, Otik Sandath, Crysania (Dragonlance), Elistan (Dragonlance), Bertrem, Ladonna - Character, Steel Brightblade Additional Tags: Man Out of Time, Knighting, Good and Evil, And what they are, Istar, And the traumas therein, Aftermath, of everything, Trees, And the many uses thereof, First Meetings, Mages, The Conclave, Undead, Recovery, Hurt/Comfort, Falling In Love, Mages being adorable, being heroes, and villains, and what that means, Raistlin being awesome, Dalamar being the Witch Lord, And the problems therein Series: Part 2 of Invictus Summary:

The war is over. The peace is presenting problems of its own.

Chapter 13: Protectiveness, Palanthas Raistlin and Dalamar deal with overprotective friends, and set off on their date.

#dragonlance #raistlin #dalamar #raistlin/dalamar #firebird #invictus #horkin #scrounger #andras rannoch #protective friends #first date

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nerdpoe · 4 days

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Kill on Sight Orders

The Flash fam has a secret. Okay so they have a lot of secrets, but there's one above all others.

A kill on sight order.

In the worst possible future (one of them there's a lot), a beast named Phantom decimated the world. He took out the entire Justice League, the entire Justice League Dark, any and all small-time heroes that stood in his way. All of it. Everyone.

If they see Phantom as a kid, to prevent the slightest possible chance of Phantom being a thing, it's kill on sight. They all have anti-ghost weapons that can destroy a ghost's core, locked away in a secure facility that they can just run to and grab real quick to get it done.

None of them like it. None of them can risk it.

Bart stumbles into a town that doesn't exist, almost gets got by a ghost that managed to possess him, and gets saved by...Phantom.

A scrawny, teenage Phantom.

He's funny, makes puns, worries about if Bart got hurt or not-he's nothing like the Bad Phantom!

He's not gonna kill his new friend! No way, no how.

But he's gotta keep it a secret from the other Speedsters now, because he doesn't know who came up with that rule but they probably won't understand, and then he'll have a speedster fight on his hands, and no one wants that.

But the government keeps sending letters of complaint to Max, and Max keeps asking why the government is mad at Bart now, and Bart can't tell him "oh it's because there's this town that is off the record and a secret and also where phantom is and i broke in" because that'd rat Phantom out, and even if he didn't mention Phantom Max would want to investigate.

The mailman doesn't understand why his letters keep disappearing but he thinks it might have something to do with the Flash, because there's always a red blur.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #danny nervously not mentioning that dan. the evil version of himself from the future. is actually very much in the present #but living with some psychotic cheesehead in wisconsin #he and bart kick it off #bart will protect his new ghostly friend with everything he has #wally gets a letter of complaint from the us postal service #telling him that stealing people's mail is a felony

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itsjustdg · 2 months

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Houndsight

Well, after that writer's game post yesterday where I said I was stuck trying to figure out my scene organization, I finally figured out what I wanted to do.

And so here's the next chapter in my current WIP, also known as the blind!Charlie fic.

And yes, there's a fight scene, but it's me so are you really surprised? However, much as I love him and he had high hopes for it, gotta say that it doesn't quite go like how our hero probably hoped... 😈 (Do I hear complaining? I certainly hope not. There's none from me.)

(I also apologize for the delay in between chapters, but there was this whole thing where I fought a kidney stone and a few infections during literally the entire month of December (and missed holidays with my family, so that was fun) and then spent most of January recovering, so you're kind of lucky you're even getting another chapter so soon, really, if you look at it that way.)

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