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Shamura’s lines kill me dead
Also close up of the boys
Found my 53yo very-much-not-online father in the kitchen today meticulously arranging cutlery on the countertop and i was like 'what are you doing' and he looked up at me with the world's most shit-eating grin and said "Your mother told me this is how you rick-roll the Youth" and i looked over and it was fucking. Loss.jpg.
Fucked up that list night i had a dream my dog got a haircut and a Gravity Falls weirdmageddon dream i haven't had in months.
My dog got a haircut which i wasn't told about and now there's now gravity falls thing.
" Not anymore maybe, but plenty of foods were pink before all this - all sorts of colours, especially sweet stuff, " Joel rolls his eyes, resisting the way his lips twitch, resisting the urge to grin. As reluctantly as he'd taken on protecting the kid, she was ( begrudgingly ) starting to grow on him.
And if the eager way she inhaled half the pot in one go was anything to go by, food was one way to make their journey a little more bearable. It leaves a twinge in his heart, reminds him of Sarah, of how she loved strawberry–
Nope. Wasn't going down that rabbit hole. Not here, not now.
Joel glances back at Ellie, noticing the pot being held near him. He nudges it back to her. " I'm not really a sweet person, you have it kid. " After all, he had to admit she'd earned it. Ellie was more adept than he'd given her credit for.
"Im not judging!" She defended taking the pudding cup that Joel had offered gingerly and poking at it with the spoon.
"Its just that most food isn't naturally pink and this looks-" she stopped short and tried a bite of the strawberry pudding thinking it over before trying another bite. and of course she had questions.
"And you had this stuff just lying around before everything went to shit? Was it like expensive? It tastes like it would be. What's it made out of?"
She offered Joel some because she had gotten used to splitting everything with him.
The creature moving made Carl tense, immediately regretting his decision to kick it. Seriously, hadn't he learnt by now not to touch things that could kill him? Survival 101, Grimes. Before he can think of his next move, the beast was teetering towards him - teeth bared and pupils narrowed and it roared.
Carl flinched backwards, boots slipping on the mud beneath him and losing balance. The teen ends up on the cold, wet floor, the impact momentarily winding him. His knife had fallen, landing somewhere in the mess of foliage and wet dirt beneath him. It was difficult to focus on that when there was a... dragon? An actual DRAGON holy shit -
Unsure of what else to do, Carl throws up his hands defensively. Hopes that not having a weapon anymore would make him seem like less of a threat, less like someone who was worth killing. Especially when nobody knew he was out here.
" I'm sorry, I didn't - I wasn't going to hurt you, I swear, " the world's fall from the teen's lips before he can stop them, eye squeezing shut and hoping for some form of mercy.
The massive, shadowy beast groaned softly in response to the slight pressure against one of his rear legs. He could feel the monotonous pattering of rain against his scales, but the sensation of some wet, leathery object was a stand-out stimuli.
A striking green eye cracked open, pupil slitting as it focused on the figure beside it.
It was a....they didn't have a name for them where he came from. His flock, in the times before they disappeared, had always warned him that they were dangerous. The other creature standing over him didn't look dangerous.
But then the glint of a knife caught his eye.
The dragon's lips pulled back, exposing sharp teeth that glinted dangerously with each flash of lightning overhead. Self preservation was all the motivation he needed to shift his body around and raise himself back onto all fours.
His head was throbbing with pain from his fall and his tail felt...strange, but all that mattered now was protecting himself.
The Night Fury, the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself, took a wobbly step towards the boy and roared.
The thought of Ellie cutting his hair nearly gave Joel a heart attack – as much as loved cared for her, he would not trust that girl with scissors. Especially not near his head. Probably end up losing an eye or being bald, and he didn't know which was worse. Shaving wasn't exactly reassuring either, but not as much could go wrong there.
" I'm still handsome then ? " Joel jokes, raising his eyebrows as much as he could. It was more for her benefit than his, wanting to push through the pain and make this all seem less scary for her. It wasn't like a simple stab wound this time – he'd been beaten, his kneecap broken, stabbed in the neck... by all accounts, Joel should've died in that cabin.
Somehow he didn't. Somehow Ellie managed to get him, and a terrified disoriented Dina, back to Jackson. God, his kid was a force of nature. Joel couldn't be more proud, even with the fog of the painkillers pumping through his system. Thank fuck the girl... Anna? Andy? Abby? Yeah, Abby sounded familiar. Thank fuck she hadn't given Ellie the same treatment.
Despite all common sense screaming not to, Ellie's words cause Joel to give his leg an experimental shift. The sharp agony that shoots through his kneecap and down his leg make him hiss, face scrunching in discomfort. " Yep. Hurts like a bitch, " he wheezes in confirmation. Honestly, what else did he expect? The painkillers were good but they weren't miracle workers.
Her question prompts an internal assessment of his body. Other leg, while stiff, was pain free. All ten fingers could twitch, as far as he was aware. An attempt to turn his head was cut short at the tugging of stitches - a pleasant reminder that he very nearly didn't make it out alive.
" I'm good, kiddo. Most of me's workin', and if I've still got my good looks then we have nothin' to worry about, right? " Joel reassures her, shifting his hand so he could squeeze hers in return. " Just might be outta commission a lil' while longer... head hurts a ton, but eyes and ears are the same. "
He nearly makes a joke about Ellie being a nurse, but the fingers running through his hair distract him. He blinks away the exhaustion that tugs at him from the soothing motion. Injuries be damned, he refused to cut this time with Ellie short.
" What about you? She didn't hurt you or anythin' right? Or Dina? How'd you get us back here? " The questions blur together, whatever meds they had given him sapping away his usual verbal filter, much to his chagrin.
"Oh, I'm great," she answers sarcastically, "Catching up on my reading. You know me." He looks so injured. There is no other way to express it, because even the first time he was dying around her he didn't look so roughed up, so beaten, yet when he looks at her now he looks ten times better than back then. There is a light in his eye, like the fact that she's there means he's okay. Fucking Joel, she's mad at him because she can't be mad at him. But she gets it, she does. He's the first person who didn't leave her, and he keeps not leaving her, and normally that would be enough for her to be alright, if only the moment when Abby had stabbed him wasn't burned into her retinas, if only she didn't see him die every time she closed her eyes.
"I cut your hair. Nah, I'm kidding. I helped a nurse shave you and I shaved you once... Had to make sure you didn't look too terrible when you woke up. Don't wanna scare Dina. I kept the Joel-look." She can't ask if he's alright, she knows he can't be - or at least, not any more than pain killers can allow him to be, but she has so many questions about Abby. She needs to know before she goes to get her. "Your knee is gonna hurt like a bitch to fix, but you are out of danger, by the way. Doctors said you'll live. Obviously." She's not always touchy-feely, but in this case she feels it's justified, to carefully brush his hair with her hand, a comforting move to clash with her forced carefree tone. "But... does everything work? Can you still feel everything, can you see and hear the normal way? 'cause... I don't know how much you remember but you took some hits."
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If Sam's brain had been working at full capacity, he would have protested Dean's plan. Instead, the light was removed from his grip and his older brother was gone before Sam could even utter a word.
Letting out a sigh, Sam let the moonlight streaming through the windows guide him upstairs. Gun in hand, Sam crept from room to room, tired eyes searching for any pale apparitions. His ears strained for any sign of Dean, but his brother was being unusually silent. That, or Sam simply couldn't focus.
He was in the last room at the end of the corridor when the gunshot went off. Sam jumped, the closet door slipping from his grasp and slamming shut, making the younger hunter wince. Ow. But he didn't have time to focus on his pounding head when Dean could be in trouble.
" Dean? " He calls out, heading back out into the corridor as quickly as his foggy mind would allow. Squinting in the darkness, he could make out Dean's shorter form down the end of the hallway - no ghost in sight. " Are you alright? " Sam's slightly breathless as he reaches Dean, gaze scanning his brother for any injuries. " Was that the spirit? "
Suspicion ran deep in the older Winchester but he didn't handle things well the last time Sam went through this similar pain, he wanted to make up for it.
Dean knew he could be a little on the over protective side but hell Sam was all he had, Brothers looked out for brothers especially when hunting the things normal folk tell stories of.
" Okay listen, I'll take the flashlight and check out the basement, you take upstairs and hopefully this will be over soon "
Not giving Sam enough time to fully argue Dean takes the light and heads off. This way he was granting Sam's wishes while also still protecting him. The spirit had shown in the basements bathroom, converted some time ago into a rental suite but after the worlds scariest bath guest, well, it was unused.
Dean moved slowly in the dark room with the light panning left to right, but nothing happened. After some time he admitted defeat and returned upstairs.
Stood five feet tall a dripping woman had her back to the hunter. Her wedding dress torn and stained it hung around her small frame. Clearly this bride must be the spirit but no one mentioned a wedding gown, usually just a woman in white, a typical ghost the brothers have put down before but this was different.
Aiming the shot gun Dean stood watching her, he didn't want to make her aware of Sam but equally didn't want Sam to walk into this, into her without a warning.
Screw it.
Dean fired once into the woman, her spirit screamed and like a cloud of steam it dispersed.
"YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
this is what happens when you get involved in things you don't understand!
why couldn't you just stay out of it?
now i'm the one who has to clean up your mess.
you messed up. now it's time to own it.
you ruined everything.
i'll never forgive you.
i fucked this up. i know that.
you can't just explain this one away!
it's over! it's done!
you're a fuck-up.
i thought i told you to stay out of the way.
i'm really disappointed in how you've acted.
you can do better than that.
everything is ruined, and it's all your fault.
i know i messed up, but i can explain.
i thought i could help.
that wasn't supposed to happen.
how could you?
what have you done!?
you were never supposed to be here!
i thought we agreed you'd stay out of it and let me handle everything?
now i have to start everything over again.
this took me weeks. you understand that, right?
you ruin everything you touch.
can't you just be normal for five minutes?
i knew it was you.
you just couldn't leave well enough alone.
i told you to stay inside!
i blame you for this.
i'm sorry i ruined this for you.
you weren't ready for this.
i'm not speaking to you yet.
you have the worst timing.
i'm so angry at you right now.
i break everything i touch.
stop fucking things up for us.
i was just trying to help.
i won't bother you again.
there's no fixing this.
it's due tomorrow. i have no time to redo it.
can you just let me handle things?
so much for keeping this a surprise.
now what am i gonna do?
good job, [name]. you ruined it.
i'll never forgive you for ruining this for me.
i didn't mean to mess this up.
this should have been your big day, and here i am, ruining everything.
i'm backing away.
just... just go.
don't speak. just leave.
we'll speak about this later.
don't explain yourself.
i could scream.
i need to be left alone.
you fucked this up.
i think i deserve an apology.
you've put me through hell.
PROMPTS FOR THE FORCED PROXIMITY TROPE * assorted dialogue for the moments and circumstances that force two characters to spend time together, adjust as necessary
who said i agreed to any of this?
i said i would help you. i didn't say i would be nice to you while i'm helping you.
you scratch my back and i'll scratch yours.
oh no. don't tell me it's locked.
i was hired to protect you. that's my job.
i'm actually starting to tolerate you, believe it or not.
i don't want to be stuck here with you.
i'll work with anyone but you.
i'm not letting you sleep on the floor.
they're forcing me to work with you and i don't like it.
how long do you think we'll be stuck here?
is that the only tent we have?
i think we're snowed in here. we'd better find a way to stay warm.
it's going to take a few days for them to reach us.
you sleep in that room, and i'll take this one.
you can't get rid of me that easily.
i'm just going to come right out and say it - i hate being here just as much as you do, but we have to make this work.
don't get any ideas.
i'm going to see if they'll switch my room.
until you came along, i had this under control.
if we're going to survive this, we'd better work together.
why did they sit me next to you?
i'd like to be as far away from you as possible.
out of all the people in the world, i had to get stuck with you.
guess you're just gonna have to get over it.
i thought you were worse than this.
i'm not going anywhere, and neither are you.
you're not exactly my favorite person to be around.
well, get used to it. i'm not leaving.
i told them i don't need a bodyguard.
i never wanted to spend this much time with you.
all this time spent together has really opened my eyes.
you're not as bad as i thought you were.
we might as well try to get along.
i guess i should learn a little bit about you.
i think that means we're the only ones left.
there's no way i'm sharing a room with you.
you again? i've seen enough of you already.
i thought [name] was coming. why are you here?
they're counting on us to save them.
since we'll be here for a while... might as well make the best out of it.
i think we can set aside our differences for two minutes and work this out.
honestly, i think i was wrong about you at first.
there's absolutely no way i'm working with you.
fine, but you're sleeping on the floor. i'll take the bed.
as your bodyguard, i'm supposed to stay with you at all times.
i think we're snowed in for a while.
you could always sleep on this side of the bed.
we have to at least pretend we like each other.
the whole point in having a bodyguard is for me to keep you safe.
i don't like asking for your help, but here i am, asking.
you and i are the only ones who can deal with this.
you don't have a say in the matter.
looks like we're stuck here.
just sleep in the bed with me. i'll even make a pillow wall between us.
i'm not sharing a tent with you.
i need you to stay out of my way.
could you at least "guard" me from over there? why do you have to stand so close?
Dark eyes meet under the sky The stars are out, we're alive in the night
Absolutely nothing to see here. Just a dad waiting for his kids to show up so they can go on a little hunt together.
› TENSION LINER PROMPTS
"I dare you to try."
"Do you always get close?"
"You’re pushing my limits."
"Stop looking at me like that."
"I’m losing control here."
"You have no idea, do you?"
"I can’t resist you anymore."
"Stay back, or don’t."
"I know what you want."
"This is getting dangerous now."
"You’re too tempting for me."
"I shouldn’t want this, but…"
"I don’t play fair, remember?"
"Careful, you’re testing me."
"You’re just making it worse."
"You’re too close for comfort."
"Do you always push buttons?"
"Stop before I kiss you."
"You’re making it too hard."
"I can’t stop thinking about you."
"I want you too much."
"You know exactly what you’re doing."
"I’m not playing games here."
"You’ve crossed the line now."
"Keep pushing, and you’ll regret it."
"This is dangerous, isn’t it?"
"I’m trying not to care."
"Don’t make me regret this."
"You’re playing with fire."
"You don’t know what’s coming."
"I shouldn’t be this close."
"We’re getting dangerously close now."
"I can feel the heat."
"Don’t test me right now."
"I want you too badly."
"Don’t make me chase you."
"You’re distracting me, you know."
"I won’t fall for this."
"I want you, but…"
"What do you want from me?"
"I’ll never give in."
"I’m trying not to care."
"You’re playing with my patience."
"Don’t make this harder, please."
"I can’t stop this feeling."
"I’m already in too deep."
"You won’t walk away unscathed."
"You’re walking a fine line."
"I’m trying to stay calm."
"What are you doing to me?"
Infant and Innocent
Managed to squeeze this in before the homework apocalypse begins.
And I feel I'll live on forever
With Satan himself by my side!
- yes. Paul Matthews and J&H once again. do you all want more?
- this piece was mostly for experimenting on how to color, I'm not used to shading. Let me know your opinion about it!
anyway heres some close ups
