#karma tag

[abubblingcandle]

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve ever written

Ooo this is tough but probably Where the Hell is the Karma?

It's the happiest I've been finishing a fic and the response was incredible

[ispybluesky]

karma laidir

[helsex-moved]

hi :D you're the biggest exhels enjoyer i know but i was wondering what do you feel about evil xisuma x worm man? (as a ship OR platonically)

hello :D

I'm generally a multishipper but when it comes to exhels I'm so attached I honestly have a hard time accepting any other ships involving ex or hels ^^'

that being saidddd I think evilworm is very cute platonically and I'm sorta coming 'round to it romantically as well :p

[it-was-rare-i-was-there]

Can we please have KARMA for TS8? Track or album, it’d be pure gold. @taylorswift @taylornation sorry it’s a bad edit. I’m new to this 🤦🏼‍♀️

[unethicalities]

x / x

x / x

[nekoflame]

pokemon lore is solved go home matpat

[abubblingcandle]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

Thank you love!

I've been hoarding these through the poor writing times but just been writing sprinting ahead of DnD and got 1k written so here's a little but of it from Where the Hell is the Karma?

On the door step Phoebe’s face was puffy and red and her eyes still misty. She had the signed Jamie Tartt shirt on that Jamie had proudly thrust at her last Christmas and her hands were bunched in the bottom of it in a way that was incredibly reminiscent of the muppet himself. Phoebe didn’t cry easily. You don’t when you’ve been raised by an abusive asshole, a stoic doctor and Roy fucking Kent. But what that did mean was whenever Phoebe cried Roy was filled with the overwhelming urge to murder whoever made her look like that. The two people responsible were rotting in a Manchester prison, and they would be incredibly lucky if they never saw Roy Kent again in their lives. However, that meant her sorrow was not something that Uncle Roy could fix for her. “Uncle Roy,” Phoebe sniffled, opening up her arms. Roy swiftly pulled her into his. “It’s ok Pheebs,” Roy whispered into her hair as Phoebe shook in his arms. “You didn’t tell me. My Jamie was hurt and you didn’t tell me,” she grumbled quietly. “I know. But he’s here now and he needs people to look after him and lots of cuddles. Can you do that love?” Phoebe nodded against his chest. Roy released her back onto the ground and she picked up the strap of her wheely suitcase and pushed past Roy on a tearful mission. Ruth looked shattered and blinked wearily at Roy. “She didn’t take it well,” Ruth sighed, rubbing her eyes. “But I think she’s more mad at us for lying than worried about Jamie now which at least is something.” Roy huffed a laugh, “yeah I can deal with being glared at by two little idiots.” They followed Phoebe inside just in time to see her drop the suitcase in the living room doorway and screech, “uncle Jamie!” Jamie’s expression shifted from nervous to shocked in an instant and a sob caught in his throat coming out instead sounding like a mortally wounded animal. Phoebe flew into the room, jumping up into the settee to fall into Jamie’s arms. Roy was too late to warn her about minding Jamie’s injuries but by the time he stepped into the room, two of the most important people in Roy Kent’s life were hugging and sobbing on each other.

[abubblingcandle]

For Word Game Wednesday, how about Imagine, Shape and/or Change?

Imagine - from the untitled RoyJamie Bingo Tattoo fic

“Absolutely not!” Roy exclaimed. “Why not!” Jamie yelled back, still holding the sharpie out at the end of his fingers. “You said my right foot was kissed by god. I thought it would be sweet,” Jamie pouted, bottom lip sticking out in a way that usually made Roy acquiesce to anything that the prick wanted but not this. “It is, and that’s exactly the problem. Imagine if something happens to it?” Roy growled. Jamie huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Val’s the best. She did all these fine,” he nods his head to his arm. “Yeah but that’s not your legs,” Roy groaned, massaging his temples with one hand as Jamie refused to back down. “It’ll be fine,” he whined. “Your right leg is insured for seventy mil Jamie!” Roy shouted.

Shape - from Where the Hell is the Karma? Ch4

“Jamie is in rough shape. I am not going to beat around the bush with you but there is nothing that won’t be fixed in time. His hands and wrists are the worst of it. They were serious lacerations that went a while without treatment. We think there may be some nerve damage in his hands but surgery can be done to repair it or the nerves will repair themselves in time. He lost a lot of blood and we are replenishing it now,” he gestured to the IV, pausing the morose list. “The wounds to his head were not major but there is likely post-concussion syndrome. The main thing that we are concerned about is undernutrition and the loss of body mass. As I’m sure you know,” his eyes flickered to Roy, “Jamie’s body was used to high intensity exercise and a high calorie intake. Even with a reduction in exercise, Jamie’s body was burning a lot more calories than he was taking in. He has lost a lot of weight and muscle mass. We will have a better picture when he wakes up,” the doctor finished with a little sigh.

Change - from God Forbid You Leave Me (like everybody else did) Ch1

“I want you to hear me out before you laugh but I want to offer for you to come stay with me for a little bit,” Higgins broke the tense silence. “You what mate,” Jamie gawped, unable to decide if he should laugh, smack Higgins round the head or discharge himself against medical advice. In the end he decided to just gawp. “You look like you need a change,” Higgins smiled, Jamie just continued to stare. His brain just didn’t compute. That was such a stupid suggestion that Jamie couldn’t even come up with an acceptable response. “I hate to see someone hurt and I think you could do with some time out of Manchester while you can’t train. A little holiday so to speak,” he added, presumably when Jamie didn’t look like he was capable of answering. “That’s mad,” Jamie eventually stammered out. Maybe it was the painkillers talking hold, he was on the really good stuff so this could easily be a painkiller induced fever dream. Maybe Higgins wasn’t even here and this was all some batshit hallucination.