#au scene

[diverging-lives]

Finally decided (impulsively) to draw @fallenroyalangel 's Toppat King Rupert AU!

This drawing was so Tedious but it was all worth it in the end and essentially forced me to improve on my whiteboard drawing skills.

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TW SPARK SHOWING (SLIGHT ROBOGORE)

[hollowgast1]

I'd absolutely love to see an au of Quill being gentle with Valeria after she attempted.

Or of him not being able to follow through on the collar threat if she couldn't get up during the walk back to the cell.

Alternate Scene

“This way,” Quill says tersely, leading the girl down the halls toward the prison. He hears a stumble behind him but doesn’t stop to give her the attention.

It becomes evident a moment later that Valeria is not following him. Mentally heaving a heavy sigh, he turns around, moving slowly to emphasize his displeasure.

Th rogue hero’s breathing is labored, and faintly raspy. Her eyes are closed, face pale, and sweat shimmers on her skin. 

He expects her to take a deep breath and take another stubborn step forward, the way she always seems to brush things off. Instead, she crumples, knees hitting the ground with a crack that would make him wince if he weren’t properly trained. Quill approaches cautiously, stopping in front of her. He crouches, cupping her face and tilting it upright.

The girl’s eyes sharpen, focusing on him.

She grits her teeth, and keeps her eyes on his, unmoving aside from the slight tremors that run through her body.

“Well?” he says, raising an eyebrow. She knows what he wants. The command hasn’t changed.

She hisses at him, ears laying back, but she doesn’t stand. She doesn’t shift.

“So we’re hissing now?” he says. “Fine. I can play this game, too. You’d rather I strap a collar around that throat and force you to crawl there?”

She narrows her eyes, then hisses again, and forces one foot under herself, then the other. 

Her legs buckle, and she twists, catching her balance and steadying herself for a moment.

Red starts seeping through the bandages, but she takes another step forward, her expression twisted between focus and pain.

“Good,” Quill breathes out, shoulders slumping slightly. He hadn’t realized he was tense.

This time, when her legs give, she catches herself on the wall, taking a shallow breath that brings up blood on the exhale. She straightens up again, baring her teeth in effort.

She makes it four steps before losing her footing and going hard to her knees once more, breathing raggedly.

“So you’re just taking your sweet time, then?” he asks dryly.

“Why?” she manages in a hoarse voice. “Got somewhere better to be?”

“I’m a busy man with a busy schedule,” Quill says, watching from afar as she tries again.

When that fails, she takes a deeper breath, wincing slightly, then closing her eyes, as if preparing herself to try again.

Then she looks up at him with a mirthless half-smile.

“Well, I’d hate to hold you up.” She says, and digs her fingers into the wound in her midriff.

“Hey,” Quill says sharply, honing in on her hands. “Don’t mess with those stitches.”

She ignores him, gritting her teeth and screwing her eyes shut as she drags her finger down, tearing the wound open anew.

“Valeria, stop.”

She doesn’t. Blood spills out over her hands, pooling on the floor under her scraped knees.

“I said stop!” Quill shouts, panic overwhelming him in that moment, and he lunges forward to pull her hands away.

She struggles, tries to pull away, to finish the job, but lacks the strength to put up any real fight.

Quill almost lets go. He thinks about scolding her, demanding that she walk even if she’s in pain, and reconsiders threatening her with a collar. It would almost certainly convince her to press through it, but then he thinks of the pain of the wound he stitched up rather brutally—even if it was necessary—and stops. 

He ends up scooping her into his arms, and she twists in his arms, breathing in sharp, short gasps.

He turns in the other direction and walks.

“What the- hhh- what are y-you doing?” she chokes out.

“It’s no fun when you’re like this,” Quill says, almost grumpily, as he readjusts her in his arms and strides meaningfully down the hall.

Her brows furrow in confusion for a moment, then she takes a shaky breath.

“So what are you going to do?” Her voice has a small quiver in it this time.

“What do you want me to do?” he snaps, defensive. Whatever she says won’t change his mind, but he doesn’t owe her an answer. He’s doing this out of the kindness of his heart, okay?

“Kill me.” She tells him, eyes locking on his. “Spare me the trouble of doing it myself, and put me out of my misery. That’s what I want you to do, Silvercrow.”

Quill’s pace stutters, arms weakening for a second before he strengths them again. “Absolutely not,” he says firmly. “No. Don’t say shit like that.”

“Why not? It’s not like what’s waiting is better.” She says it so softly it’s almost a whisper.

The guest room is just a few feet away, and he holds her awkwardly to reach the doorknob and enter.

“Doubtful.” He steps inside and moves right for the untouched bed of the empty dorm, setting her down in the middle. “Get some rest. Feel better. Don’t leave this room, though—you’re still a prisoner,” he adds, but his heart isn’t in it. Quill glances around and spots an old quilt folded at the end of the bed.

He snags it and tosses it over her, landing it mostly over her head and foregoing her legs completely. Well, he’s not going to tuck her in. This’ll have to do.

She’s unusually quiet, as if she’s calculating her next move. She won’t try to escape, clearly, she’s given up on that.

Valeria sighs, moving her arm, and shifting the quilt to peer out with her reflective green eyes.

“Why?” She asks plainly.

Quill shrugs. “I felt like it.”

[fenth-eiria]

A scene from a RP with @rocky-fennek

Quick as a flash, Mitjan raced across the path and snatched up the petrified child. Instead of running away, however, he stood his ground before the oncoming nurlocs. Nudge rushed past, leaving only the pack of darkened ones in front of Mitjan. With a thrust of his palm, a shockwave blasted through the air, knocking the nurlocs off-balance, and they collapsed in a heap. (This was written by @rocky-fennek in the RP)

[zewninz]

Dialogue Prompts #1

(italic/bold-colored texts = different person)

1. I got arrested last night for being too handsome/beautiful. And you were released this morning for lack of evidence.

2. It costs $400 for a therapist, but it costs $0 to tell yourself, “it be like that sometimes.”

3. What goes up, but never goes down? I don’t know, *name*. Maybe the amount of stress you bring into my life?

4. I’m 72 different flavors of done with you.

5. Am I cool or what? What. I said— Oh, no, I heard you.

6. You can be 100% that bitch and still cry in the shower for 3 days a week. It's called balance.

7. I slept for more than twelve hours, but I might still be tired. So, let’s go for twelve more, just in case. *name*, that’s a coma. Sounds festive.

8. Sometimes, I shock myself with the smart stuff I say and do, then there are times I try to get out of the car with my seatbelts on.

9. Do you ever feel like you’re being watched? All the time. When you look this good, you have to get used to it.

10. Due to major personal flaws, I refuse to address I will be arriving four hours late with an iced coffee. Please respect that.

11. I’m *name*, and you are? Gayer than I thought, apparently.

12. Do it, you complete imbecile! . . . sorry, that didn’t come out as encouraging as I’d meant.

13. School doesn’t even test your intelligence, it tests your memory. It tests my ability to hold my pee. It tests my ability to keep calm and not slap a bitch.

14. I haven’t been this happy since . . . wow, I’ve never been happy, huh.

15. What does ‘etc.’ means? End of thinking capacity.

16. God, why is being alive so expensive? I’m not even having a good time!

17. I think I’m a disappointment to myself. Honey, that’s not true. You’re a disappointment to everyone.

18. If you don't stop singing 'Poker Face', I will make sure you have no fucking face.

19. ‘Oh, man’ is my go to when I’m disappointed. Why? Because men often disappoint me.

20. Why is there a picture of baby Mr. Bean in your bathroom?

21. *name*, why are you standing on the counter? I live here. I can stand wherever I want. . . . where’s the spider? Under my chair.

22. I'm either in the mood for fries or to rip someone's head off. Hmm, decisions, decisions.

23. Okay, I’m going to go to the store. If the sims that I trapped in a bedroom finally fall in love, text me immediately. . . . Yes, I know they look like us.

24. That's cute . . . You assume I have feelings.

25. You might just be the most annoying person I know. Might? There’s someone else?

26. A human heart costs 442.000 dollars and I fucking gave mine to you for free, you ungrateful bitch.

27. *name* I think you need to face some of your trauma— Trauma? Oh, you mean the reason why I’m fucking hilarious.

28. Sorry I left you on read. I didn't mean to open it.

29. You’re violent. Yeah, but I’m short, so it’s adorable.

30. Call me Dory, because I can't remember shit.

31. *name*, are you seeing anyone right now? No, why? I just think you’d benefit from seeing a theraphist or something.

32. Alexa, play 'despacito'.

33. You need to be nicer. I am nice. You threatened to stab *name*. I think giving them a warning was pretty nice of me.

34. I'm not a damsel in distress, I'm a damsel doing damage.

35. Oh, you’re *name*’s friend, right? I’m *name*. I— Look, man, you seem nice and all, but I already have three friends and I really can’t handle any more.

36. Move, I have to go fail my math test before I can go home and cry into a bag of hot cheetos while I rewatch Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

37. I’m not sleeping with *name*. I mean, I wouldn’t blame you. They’re hot, and cute too, and has really nice— I’m not sleeping with them, but I’m starting to think YOU are.

38. Hey, Google, what the fuck?

39. Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? *name*, I— Thou art hot as fuck.

40. I often worry about the mental state and sanity of you all.

41. I hope you realize this kind of idiocy will not be tolerated— Is there another kind of idiocy you’d be more comfortable with?

42. Your cat’s a fucking dumbass.

43. Well, you know I’m bi— !!! —lingual. I speak English and *language* . . . and I like *same gender*.

44. Everything I like is either expensive, illegal, or doesn't text back.

45. *name*, aren’t you gay? That implies I’ve done something heterosexual. If so, I apologize.

46. I know I call you ‘bro’ all the time, but I lowkey want to marry you.

47. Where are you going? To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I’ll decide in the car.

48. All due respect, but that's a bunch of crap.

49. Can you answer this question without the usual level of sarcasm? If you can ask it without the usual level of stupidity.

50. I won’t beg for *name*’s hand in marriage. I’ll just ask 53 times, that’s it.

(I don’t own any of these. Credit to their respective creators. I simply made a list.)

[aerinmelina]

(From this post here.) @jaylalovesreading

So I wrote this whole thing in an entirely different way last night, and then tumblr deleted it when I tried to save it (!!!!), but I think I like this one better anyway.

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A knock sounded at the door, and Kendra glanced up at the clock on the wall; 8:00am, the same time as usual. She smiled and opened the door to find Bracken on the other side of it. He waved at her and she waved back, then motioned for him to come inside. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

She sat down on a bench near the front door and put her shoes on, then grabbed her coat and backpack. “Bye, Mom!” she called.

Marla’s voice rang from the other room. “Bye, sweetie! Have a good day at school today!”

“You might want an umbrella,” Bracken said. “It’s a bit drizzly out there this morning.”

“Got it. Do you have one?”

He shook his head. “My sisters absconded with all of ours.”

“We can share,” Kendra said. She felt her cheeks tingle a bit. “It’s large enough for two people.”

She could swear his smile was bright enough to light up the entire world. It wasn’t hard to see why Bracken was one of the most popular guys in school.

Kendra opened the hall closet and removed an umbrella from its depths, then turned toward Bracken. “I’m ready,” she announced.

He opened the front door and motioned for her to walk through. “No Seth?” he asked.

“Not today,” she replied as she walked outside and opened the umbrella. “He has baseball practice this morning.”

“Isn’t baseball practice usually after school?” Bracken asked as he fell into step beside Kendra, under cover of the umbrella.

She shrugged her shoulders. “They’ve been doing a mix lately. Some days before school, some days after. I think some of the team is part of other clubs and had a hard time making it to all of the practices. Not sure. The game season is about to start, anyway.”

“Makes sense to practice a lot,” Bracken inferred. “I look forward to watching one of his games.”

“They’re okay,” she replied. “They’re definitely getting more interesting as he’s getting older. When he was younger? Super boring.”

Bracken chuckled a bit at that. “I know the feeling, but with ballet and piano recitals rather than baseball.”

They walked in companionable silence for a few seconds, and then Bracken switched topics. “So. You know how I’m on the student council, right?” he asked.

“Yeah. Of course,” Kendra replied. He went to meetings every Wednesday before school, and stayed after school on Mondays and sometimes Fridays as well because of it.

“Well… this’ll be announced today in the junior and senior homeroom classes, but we’ve decided on a date, location and theme for this year’s prom,” he said.

A well of hope started to spring up inside of Kendra and she tried to quash it. Prom?! Was he going to ask her to prom?! “Oh yeah?” she asked, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. “When is it?”

Please ask me to prom. Please ask me to prom. Please. Ask. Me. To. Prom.

“May 4th,” he stated, then stopped walking and looked at her. She was surprised to see that his cheeks were rosy, but then again she felt like hers were going to catch fire in a minute as well.

He had her full attention. “May is a good month,” she stated. “Maybe it’ll be less rainy by then.”

His hand made its way to the back of his neck, a gesture of embarrassment that she’d come to recognize in him over the past months since school had started, and his blush intensified. “Would you like to go with me?” he asked.

Okay. Her cheeks were surely on fire now. “Yes!” she said, perhaps with a little too much exuberance. She cleared her throat and tried again, this time keeping her voice calmer despite the party she was throwing in her brain. “I mean, um. Yes, I would love to go to prom with you.” She couldn’t stop smiling. Alert. Alert. She could not stop smiling!

His grin matched hers, and he offered her his arm which she gladly accepted. He in turn took the umbrella and held it for both of them this time. “I’m glad you accepted,” he said. “I didn’t want to go with anyone else, and I didn’t want to show up alone, either.”

How much more could her face burn? Was she some sort of science experiment or something? “I wouldn’t want to go with anyone else, either,” she mumbled. They resumed their walk and continued to grin like maniacs. Kendra was through the roof with happiness and excitement.

Upon reaching the school, Bracken closed up the umbrella after shaking it out, then returned it to Kendra. “Thank you for walking with me,” he said, just like he always did. This time, though, the words seemed to somehow stand out a little more.

“Thank you for picking me up,” she replied. “See you after school?”

He nodded his head. “Same place as usual.”

A sense of boldness, maybe, came over Kendra, and she stood on her toes in order to kiss him on his cheek. When she pulled away, she found his face had become a brilliant shade of red, probably like her own, and he moved his hand up to cover the spot where she’d kissed him. He had the biggest smile on his face that she’d ever seen. “It’s going to be hard to concentrate today,” he said.

Kendra laughed. She wholeheartedly agreed, but didn’t care. She had the feeling that today was going to be a great day.

[midnight-melody316]

With a visual imprint in Idris/Tardis in her memory from her adventure with House, She projects herself in space and time in someones mind, to comfort a special little girl, her little water.