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Multiple Uses For Aspirin: FanFiction

He was an army medic once- Hadn’t gone off of that for a while, but that didn’t mean he had forgotten any of his training. The most important thing he had learned from his experience was how to keep calm and carry on- even in the worst situation.

Just replace the puddles of ink with the enemy in his mind, and everything else just became second nature to him. He wasn’t banged up enough that he had to worry about anything else yet- though a quick review wouldn’t hurt the situation either, especially since his traveling companion wasn’t as trained in medical field as he was.

“Splints and tourniquets-?” Bendy echoed, “Which ones which again?”

“Splints are for broken bones, tourniquets are only when you can’t stop the bleeding.” Henry replied, as he searched the floors for anymore searchers. “You could probably use a belt to secure both.”


“… It’s been a while, but I’m sure I’ll remember when I need to.” There was a pause. “IF I need to.”

“Well, I’d like to know for sure in case I need to patch you up! A torn off leg is an easy fix for a Toon, not a person!” The ink demon frowned, pacing the length of his page.

“You’d probably need both of those things for a torn off leg- depending on how cleanly the leg was torn off.” Henry mused, “and a lot of aspirin.”

“Aspirin?” Pac-man eyes blinked curiously.

Henry couldn’t help but laugh a little, before he reached into his pocket and withdrew a packet of small, white pills. They had been used by Henry as a blood thinner, per a home remedy, and was surprised that he hadn’t lost them yet during the struggles. It was around this time that he couldn’t help but be thankful for still having them.

“It’s medicine- It has a couple of uses, but it’s mainly for slight pain and headaches.” The creator explained, sliding one out of its pack and into his hand for Bendy to see.


Carefully, Henry set his ax aside, and cracked one pill in half twice. He then swallowed the three bigger halves, leaving only a tiny piece behind. It was then offered up to the drawing.

“I’m not sure if this will help you any, but it might.”

With a deep breath, he watched Bendy eye the piece with an uncertain expression. Then the toon slipped off of his page and into a nearby puddle of ink. In a few seconds, the pill piece was swallowed, and Bendy was quickly returned to his page, seemingly shaken by something.

“You’re getting better at staying in control.” Henry noted, as he figured that was what was bothering his friend.

“GAH! Henry, I’ve got bigger things to worry about! Aspirin tastes terrible!” Bendy cried, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Got a pill in that pocket that makes horrible tastes go away!?”


There was no prior training needed to know when it was okay to laugh at your situation. Army Medic or ink demon, a light hearted situation was the perfect one to laugh in. So that’s what the did.

(As always, this was inspired by @squigglydigglydoo
And @shinyzango , who are my two primary sources for BatIM related content while I patiently wait for chapter 3 to come out (I NEED canon answers to the madness that is this game!)

but I can’t get the image of you and harry, after sex and after the holding each other and stroking each other a bit as you calm down, laying super close together while naked and scrolling thru your respective feeds and showing each other those food prep videos and pics of dogs and dumb vines while sometimes touching your nose to his cheek, or him resting his hand on your hipbone, and it’s just completely normal and you both are v content w being close to each other but not necessarily w each other and you’re both just winding down together after the movement of your bodies together

“Neith’s Arrow” Part I

A Nesryn Faliq Fan Fiction

Synopsis: Nesryn and Sartaq have returned to The Tavan Mountains after the War. Along with the surviving rukhin, they are rebuilding their home, lives and are learning how to come back from the darkness of war, together. 

Part Two 

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Amy shuffled out into the living room after her nap.  She stretched and yawned as she went to find Sheldon to see what he wanted to do for dinner.  It was his turn to pick.  That’s when she saw him on the couch watching something on his laptop with his headphones on.  She rushed forward to sneak up on him.  She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward.

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Title: The Edge of the Stars
Author: casuallyhl
Pairing: Harry/Louis
Where: ao3
Word Count: 16k
Rating: N/A
Status: Complete
Summary: Louis laughed. “You think you can convince some random guy to want to go out with me?”

“Oh baby,” Jay chuckled. “I can convince all of the UK to want to go out with you.”

Meet the Parents AU where Harry is the man of Louis’ dreams, and it’s up to Jay to convince him to date her son.


anonymous asked:

Didn't Pearl say she wanted to be a female James Bond? Cause I feel like she'd do amazingly and also half the male fans would cry.

Yes, she did: “If I can be called Bill, I can be called James!

And she’d do amazing as just about anything.

Tano and Kenobi: Boarding Party

Previously on Tano and Kenobi

After a terrorist bombing on Raxus, Ahsoka Tano and Obi-Wan Kenobi are sent on their way to Mirial to pick up a fellow Jedi before returning to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Everything seems to be returning to normal when their Republic cruiser receives a distress signal. Ordering their ship to drop out of hyperspace Ahsoka sees a familiar planet out of the cockpit window. 

The planet Florrum.  And a fleet of ships that may or may not be pirates.

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Ahsoka frowned, her mouth pulled into a thin line as she stared at the small fleet of light freighters and Corona ships that floated in the void of space between her cruiser and the planet Florrum.

She couldn’t quite wrap her mind around the reality in front of her. The last time Ahsoka had been in this part of the galaxy she had been captured by Hondo Ohnaka’s motley crew of pirates, nearly sold into slavery, escaped, and been captured again only to end up facing off against General Grievous before escaping in a bounty hunter’s ship. To say Ahsoka had less than pleasant memories of this place would be an understatement.

Of course that was at least twenty years into the future that she had vowed to change.

“Master? Is that…?” Obi-Wan couldn’t manage to hide the nervous tremor in his voice as he glanced from the ships to Ahsoka and back. “Are they… pirates?”

“It certainly looks that way,” Ahsoka reluctantly said before turning to Captain Avett. “Open the comms. Maybe we can reason with them.”

“With pirates, Master Jedi?” he replied as the co-pilot got to work sending out the message on all known frequencies. “You can’t be serious! The Republic doesn’t bargain with pirates.”

“I don’t know about you, Captain,” Ahsoka shot back, her brows arched, “but I didn’t plan on getting blown out of the sky today. If there’s something we can trade for our freedom, then we give it to them.”

“What if they’re slavers?” came the captain’s bitter response and Obi-Wan’s eyes grew even more round and scared.

“Then you better hope our backup gets here before they ship us off to Hutt Space,” Ahsoka shot back, moving swiftly down the hallway to the comm panel. Obi-Wan hurried after her, his fear and worry radiating outward and she had to take a moment to center herself and prevent her padawan’s understandable fear from coloring her judgement.

“Obi-Wan?” Ahsoka sat down at the comm panel and watched him as he did the same, his hands curled into fists at his side. “I know you’re scared but I need you to focus now. Just like you did on Raxus. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Obi-Wan swallowed a lump in his throat that was trying to cut off all the air to his lungs. He took a deep breath and nodded to his master, closing his eyes and retreating within himself to find his center.

Almost immediately the panic and fright started to clear out of the Force.

Ahsoka felt the vise on her lungs ease and she sent out a strong feeling of gratitude and pride to her padawan. Master Obi-Wan had been an expert in keeping his emotions under control during tense moments and while her Obi-Wan wasn’t quite there yet, he had already shown a natural gift for handling high-stress situations.

Still it would have been nice to have a longer break between crises. Ahsoka thought as she sent out her own coded message to any Jedi or Republic vessel in the area, asking for immediate assistance. Quite a few frequencies were being jammed by the pirates but thankfully there were still some that were known only to the Jedi and the highest levels of the Republic Security Forces and she focused her attention on those.

Hopefully, their cry for help would get back to the Temple as soon as possible and Master Plo or Master Gallia could be temporarily diverted to rescue them from whatever the pirates had planned.

Assuming they were pirates and not something worse.

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Teaser This Isn't Happening - Chapter 7

Due to the holiday I wasn’t able to post this week. Sorry guys!! Here’s a teaser for Chapter 7 which I PROMISE will be posted on Sunday! :)

THANK YOU for following and reading and commenting and reblogging my stories! I hit 150 followers this week and I really appreciate it! <3

“Behave and we might actually get to finish the movie,” he chided, taking his hand back. “Sorry, sir,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him. "That’s it,” Jared scolded, setting the popcorn and fruit bowl back on the cart quickly before tackling her against the headboard, tickling her sides as she giggled. He moved back, kneeling on the bed and dragging her body down, pulling her legs around him, so she was laying with enough room for her arms above her head. Before she could tell what he was doing he’d removed the tie for his robe and was wrapping it around her wrists, tying an expert knot that she was certain she couldn’t get out of right now. He pushed her restrained arms above her head. “Keep them there, understand, Jennifer?”

  • Molly: *reading Little Women* I don't think I'll ever get over the fact that Jo and Laurie didn't end up together.
  • Sherlock: *responds casually while experimenting in her kitchen* Isn't that what fan fiction is for?
  • Molly: *brows shoot up*
  • Sherlock: What? I don't live under a rock.
  • Molly: *giggles* I suppose you're right though. Maybe that is the next best thing. Not every relationship I like can work out in reality.
  • Sherlock: Very true. *pauses thoughtfully* Some can though.
  • Molly: You think?
  • Sherlock: Naturally, yes. You see, as I understand it, there was one insurmountable obstacle in the case of those characters you're reading about. *voice drops* They didn't love each other in exactly the same way.
  • Molly: *riveted now* R-right, they didn't.
  • Sherlock: *locks eyes with her* Some people don't have that problem.

anonymous asked:

Sam has never been more appealing then he is now. I love Outlander and Jamie as a character and Sam does an amazing job. But, it has been so great to see him do something outside of Outlander. Sure, some so called fans are upset that he isn't actually the red haired fictional character of their dreams, but to me, it seems like he is finding his footing and adjusting to fame. He just seems more confident lately. Love your blog and I wish there were more fans like you who simply support Sam.

All of this! Maybe some will not agree, but I LOVE to see Sam out of the Outlander world. And I agree, now he is really at his best, physically, mentally. It’s time to shine. And thank you so much for the compliments to my blog. My purpose is to support Sam, his career, his activities. I want people to see a great actor but also a wonderful person.

anonymous asked:

If one of your works inspires a fan fiction but isn't an exact copy of your work, is it still okay to write? If credit is given to you as the inspiration.

Please don’t worry about that at all, It makes me happy that I was able to inspire you ;;;

Reaching Dusk, Part 9

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So this is the second to last chapter of this fucked up fanfiction. I hope everyone has enjoyed that (you probably haven’t I’m trash). JK im great ((pls validate me)) Forever grateful to @ultward for the inspiration. Shoutout to @firstclassfaker for being an overly obsessed fan to this story lmao.

Okay, let’s get into the drAMA.

Edward spun the fidget spinner while he watched as Petunia ran through the cat door they’d made. He smiled but then processed the fact that Bella’s heart and blood couldn’t be heard nor smelled.

Rosalie walked in and greeted the pig before her entire face froze and they both came to a certain realization: If Petunia came back without Bella then there was a 99% chance that something bad had happened.

“Bella,” they whispered together.

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I dreamed a Hannibal Anastasia AU. Will  knew he was the lost Grand Duke, except he thought it was just his empathy from reading about the Imperial family too much and that he was getting increasingly unstable. Hannibal planned to mentally manipulate Will into thinking he was the lost heir (who Hannibal helped escape, he also had an obsession with Will even when they were kids) so that he could get into French high society and have some version of his Will back. They murdered Rasputin together and then I woke up. 

Title: Sounds Good to Me
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 910
Characters: John Allerdyce x Reader
Reader Gender: Female
Warnings: Mentions of family issues
Notes: Request from anon for “Are requests open and if they are can u do a John/Pyro X reader were the reader has the same powers as sun spot in X-men dofp (days of future past) and the reader is pregnant and she has to tell John and it’s SUPER FLUFFY. I love your blog! I hope you day/night what ever time it is where you live!” // Thank you very much, sweet pea! Also, I sort of omitted the part about the powers, because I didn’t know how to write it in a way that the powers would be relevant. But it’s still super fluffy!

Originally posted by narnianwitch

You were no stranger to fear. You feared numerous things: spiders, failing tests, disappointment, losing your loved ones, etc. But you weren’t sure that you had ever felt quite the same fear as you did when those two pink lines appeared on the small stick in your hand.

First came the panic. Were you capable of being a mom? Did you have it in you to be a decent parent? Would the kid hate you? Would John hate you? And oh dear god – John. You two hadn’t even discussed kids yet! How would he react? Would he leave you? Resent you?

Once a thousand questions had worked their way through your mind, you began to accept the situation. After all, you had always wanted to be a mother. And it didn’t matter whether or not John was happy about it – how he chose to handle it was entirely up to him.

Now for the small matter of actually telling him.

You texted John and asked him to come see you as he could. When he asked if something was wrong, you weren’t sure how to answer. It wouldn’t necessarily be a pressing matter for several more months, so you told him no. He arrived thirty minutes later, his brows already furrowed together with concern.

“What’s up?” John asked simply, joining you in the living room and sitting in the couch adjacent to the one you were in. He automatically knew that you had lied about nothing being wrong, simply by observing your body language. That only increased his apprehension about the entire situation. “And don’t sugarcoat it.”

“I’m pregnant.”

John’s entire demeanor changed almost immediately, and all you could think was ‘I probably should have sugarcoated it.’ Based on the way his entire body seemed to go slack, from the way his mouth fell open slightly to the way he sunk back into the couch cushions, you would have thought he had fainted, if his eyes hadn’t remained wide open. You waited patiently for any further reaction, but it never came.

“John, please say something.”

“You… are you sure?” he managed to croak out, his voice a hoarse whisper, still staring at the floor.

“Well, I haven’t been to the doctor, but I took 10 different tests, and they were all positive. So, yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

John only nodded slowly, still not meeting your eyes. Your fear that he would leave you increased with each second that he spent catatonic. The next few words he managed to speak made your heart drop.

“I can’t be a dad.”

He looked up at you, his eyes still wide – you actually weren’t sure if he had blinked since you told him – and repeated, “I can’t be a dad.”

“Well, you’re going to be a father whether you want to or not. If not, then just leave. Now. Don’t stick around because you feel obligated, then disappear weeks, months, or years from now. If you don’t want this, then just leave right now,” you stated, as strongly as you could manage, but your voice still wavered a bit.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” John said quickly, shaking his head as he leaned forward to rest his forearms on his knees. He ran his hand through his hair and licked his lips a few times, attempting to form the right words. “I’m not saying that I want to leave. I’m not saying that I can’t be a father. Hell, it’s easy to be a father. All a guy’s gotta do to be a father is make a baby. That’s easy. I’m saying that I can’t… I can’t be a dad. I never had one of those. I don’t know how….”

You couldn’t stop the pitying “Oh, sweetheart” that fell from your lips as you stood and went over to him. John didn’t move, remaining leaned forward with his hands clasped together so tightly that his knuckles were white.

“It’s gonna hate me,” he muttered with a humorless laugh. He added, with his voice breaking, “The kid is gonna hate me.”

“Stop that shit,” you said sternly, and John finally looked up at you. His eyes were watery, and you sighed, wrapping your arms firmly around him. “The fact that you’re worried about that is a sign that you’ll be a fantastic dad – and I don’t doubt that you will be. You don’t have to know exactly what you’re doing right off the bat – you’ll figure it out as you go along. We both will. I just need to know that you’re in this with me.”

“Of course I am,” John said instantly, his arms winding around you and holding you close to him.

“Good,” you murmured against his chest, before pressing a kiss there. “It’s gonna be okay.”

He exhaled slowly, before kissing the top of your head. “Yeah, it’s gonna be okay.”

That night, you were nearly asleep in John’s arms, when you felt his hand drift over to rest on your lower abdomen.

“I love you,” he said softly, his lips brushing against your temple. “Both of you. And I’m never gonna leave unless you get sick of me and tell me to.”

“Well, I’m never going to get sick of you, so it looks like you’re stuck with us,” you retorted, grinning.

“Sounds good to me,” he replied, and you could hear the smile in his voice. You snuggled further into John’s embrace, and sighed contently.

“Sounds good to me, too.”

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noisypaintersong  asked:

Oh my gosh, man. I think I've reread Muzzle like five times and it legit feels like a stab in the heart every. single. time. Just had to come and tell you how absolutely amazing that fic is. Your writing is so amazing.

Thank you so much! I just discovered that whump fan fiction is a thing and got sucked into it. I’ve actually been thinking about writing a follow up fic to Muzzled soon and this was just the motivation I needed! Thanks again so much for the compliment ☺️