#{ v; undecided }

[amyothername]

@chopperpirate: Understanding that today was a holiday celebrated by most humans, Chopper smiled wide. This was supposed to be in honor of showing love and affection, such things that Chopper was deprived of for almost his entire life. With that in mind, he rather naively assumed that most people were in holiday spirits similar to the way they would be for Christmas or birthdays. Approaching his hedgehog friend, the small reindeer held a gift-wrapped box of chocolates out toward her, his smile wide as his large, brown, baby-like eyes sparkled with excitement. "Happy Valentine's Day!" He cheered, hoping that his love-filled gift would be accepted. Hell, with the confidence and optimism he showed, it was almost like he already knew that she would accept it.

"Awe! For me?"

Pointing to herself, she smiled at the antlered fellow as he offered her a gift. Not really expecting to receive any chocolates from him but none the less appreciated his generosity. Gingerly, she took the wrapped box of chocolates from his hooves. She definitely would have to partake in these later on.

"Thank you so much, Chopper!" Amy wrapped her arms around him for a firm hug, holding him close to her as her tail wagged softly.

[outofthiisworld]

@grandgrief continued from here

"Oh? On the count of 3 for wha-"

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An ear piercing, glass shattering SHRIEK erupted from the depths of Ophelia as ectoplasmic static barrels out from the wound, chasing after the axe's blade from impact; just to barely tickle a spark at Nero's nose (and possibly, narrowly avoiding his eyebrows from getting a brand new, outer galactic fashion statement) before fizzling out into thin air.

Instead of blood and gore spewing from the gnarled gash, a bright neon light pours out from inside the wound to warp the flesh back in place, as if rewinding the injury.

"Oh, phew!" She sighed, relishing in the relief of that pesky axe no longer embedded in her spinal column. Ophelia straightened her back followed by a gruesome CRACK-POP-CRACK of her spine snapping back in place.

"Huh, would you look at that, I've been trying to get that knot out for ages." Anyone in their right mind shouldn't be impressed, but- "Thank you, Nero! I don't really care what everyone else says about you, you're pretty alright."

[strifeincarnate]

@kamchatkatraitor​ continued from here {x}

That playful smile twisted into a snarl, pearly white teeth bared as an inhuman sound erupted from Eris’ throat- not quite a roar, but something more than a growl.  As quickly as the blade had gone in, it was retracted, replaced in its sheathe at the woman’s hip.

“And I am coming for you next, Dimitri,” the voice that echoed from Eris’ throat taunted the ex-Soviet.  “That is, if you manage to survive.”  

The room felt like all the air had been sucked out, then Eris snapped back to reality, stumbling against Enzo.  Her hand landed on something warm. And wet. Oh fuck, it wasn’t a dream or a trick of Vecna’s.  She had stabbed him.

“No, nonononono.  Enzo, stay with me.” Her voice cracked as she crouched under the male’s arm to support his weight and bring him down to a seated position against the wall, using her free hand to put pressure on his side.

[iwritemilfs]

cont. from x eheheh

@onlydevilsleft

This had been one of those days where seemingly everything had gone wrong. Her most recent trade had gone awry, FEDRA had given her a hard time, the cherry on top was the fact that she'd rolled her ankle and the dull pain was gnawing at her patience.

And then there was Rip, smug as he was on that horse. But he was right, she didn't want to shoot him - not really. Just almost. "Great, so we'll fight." If only to release some of that pent up frustration.

[vxctorx]

A hollowed gasp broke from Richard’s throat, jolting him awake. Traces… ghosts of his night terror continues to plague the front of his mind. “Vic,” he whimpered, turning to the other in bed. “Vic can ye’ hold me?” he shivered, his voice as fragile as glass.

@richardxoliverxmayhew

Even in the midst of stirring himself awake, his limbs move seemingly of their accord until they enswathe his beloved's tremulous form, as though they have grown used to their nightly arrangement. His kind touch finds the crown of Richard's head, fingers brushing the tangled locks of hair from his clammy forehead. Moments are counted away in the rise and fall of their chests, as he listens to the tempo of the other’s breaths slowly returning to the realm of normalcy. ❝—Bad dreams again?❞ His sleep-ridden voice seeps through the somnolent silence of their bedroom, patient and undemanding.

[kingsnack-moved]

“Kiss me like that again and I’m going to think you’re in love with me.” (Eddie) @courtofmuses​

“well, who said i wasn’t?” he said with a raise of his brow. steve knows it’s foolish, he’s gotten his heartbroken once and it was enough to really do him in. he told himself eddie wasn’t anything serious, that this was just two horny dudes being.. dudes. but, they spent time together outside of that, they were actually friends and steve was going to fuck it up, he just knew it. “unless, y’know, you’re not into that, then forget it.” he quickly said. 

[vxctorx-archived]

@pupil-of-law

His bejeweled hands are clasped behind him where he stands before the luminous canvas of the great windows which guide the afternoon breeze into the crimson drawing room. The burden of the years spent in governing and refining an empire has etched its weight into the fine lines drawn across his features, yet despite the ridges across the edges of his eyes that have grown more defined with age, that fiery gleam which had come to be the favoured subject of portraitists and bards throughout the commencement of his reign, still burns within his gaze, albeit somewhat dulled with the quiet grief concealed beyond his hardened heart. 

  ❝—I have been told that you once again lost your temper during your training.❞ His commanding voice reverberates across the ornate walls, as those anticipated footsteps come to a pause at the other end of the hall; he need not turn in order to discern their headstrong possessor. To see the other’s youthful figure in this particular lighting, with those benumbingly familiar eyes staring back in accusation, could be just the thing to break his spirit this evening. ❝—How do you expect to control your blade, when you can hardly control your own mind?❞

[abetterwor1d]

“That was stupid.” { From Lilith }

First Impressions sentence starters / accepting

ㅤ" Listen, I don't pretend that I am smart, Miss, but unfortunately I am quite limited in my choices at the moment, " Arthur responds, peeking over the boulder that was shielding them both. "  It was either we cut through here and risk a gunfight, or we take the longer path, and I am afraid I just don't have time for that. "

[doodlemxsings]

A mission seemingly success with the data Shockwave's puppet had collected, but at the cost of one arm, dangling with loose wiring that mimicked like puppet strings.

These skinny legs weren't made for walking-- rocky cliffs.

"𝙼𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍."

The medic wasn't entirely paying attention to his surroundings, more focused on the datapad he was reading, when the other mech announced they needed aid. Knockout jumped and whipped around, plating flared for a moment before he relaxed. "You're knocking centuries off of my life."

He set the datapad aside for now and motioned to an empty medical berth. "Have a seat then, I'll be with you in a moment."

[gotasmokeamigo]

@nights-fear

Luis leaned over his table, sighing as he took in a long drag from a cigarette, thoughts passing through his head as he looked back at his guest. “I can’t say I love this village much. It has a way if getting in your head,” he chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Local superstition, to be sure. But all myths have a little truth.”

[mediicusvitae]

Illness / Sickness Starters! — Accepting!

@cnigiri​ said: 'I promise, I’m fine. ' - Have fun with a stubborn af man.

Green hair, cropped to stubble. Earrings. She knew that face. Had seen it in the papers. A sword scabbard rested next to her, pure white. Next to it was a red hilted katana, and another one, all black. There was a familiar sinister purr to them. 

Lamy had seen a lot of wounds. She had stitched together any number of injuries and set or amputated off as many bones, and she knew that each one had a story behind it. His scars were all different, though. They spoke of survival against the odds. The raised line running over his chest wove a tale of certain death to most. It was safe to assume that he was no stranger to pain, and yet... For any sane person who had a hole ripped through their gut, their bodies would naturally relinquish the pain and throw themselves into the river of blissful unconsciousness. He was something else. 

One of her eyebrows began to twitch ever so subtly at the swordsman's words, at the apparent disregard to his own health, even as red stains began to blossom across the fabric of his bandaged torso. Lamy folded her arms across her chest and fixed him with a stern look.

"Don't even think about it," she warned as he made motions to stand up, pointing one of her dull bandage scissors at his nose like a cleaver. "I know that look. It's the "I'm going to run" look patients get." Her golden eyes glowered as she motioned for him to sit back down.

The rational part of her brain knew that she was currently threatening Roronoa "Pirate Hunter, Demon of East Blue, Three-headed Asura" Zoro. A man who sorely needed a Don't Try This At Home, Kids warning tattooed on his face. But frankly, she couldn't bring herself to care. Patient was patient, and he would receive the care he needed if she had any say in the matter.  

[amyothername]

[❤] ||@hifimuses:

"I see someone is interested." Shadow with glitter all over his hands looking and picking up the bingo card. "Never would have guessed, but you seem to be my type according to the card."

"Seems so!" She had to refrain herself from giggling at his hands. Maybe she shouldn't of used that much glitter. Amy cleared her throat to distract herself from his hands. "So ... what now?"

[emry-stars-art]

In my earlier design of Laila she was the shortest of the four main tsc characters but now the vibes have me indecisive again (and I can't remember if this was addressed in canon) so I'm curious:

(I'd be fine to hear if it is stated in canon but this poll is about YOUR OPINION, what did you imagine for Cat and Laila whether you have read tsc or not)

[strifeincarnate]

Closed Starter for @sah1x1s [Cooper/Eris]

The woman hung her head as she was led from the holding cell to the interrogation room where she would be meeting with whatever attorney the courts appointed her. It wasn't like she could afford a real lawyer to represent her, not that any of them would take her case. Eris' reputation for trouble spanned back to when she was a youth in the foster care system, so it was no surprise when she was arrested once again on a petty theft and assault charge.

Looking down at her cuffed wrists, Eris let out a soft sigh of defeat. She knew she wasn't going to get out of this one, even though this was technically the one time she could be considered innocent.

"Keep it moving." The female guard's voice came from over her right shoulder, stern yet not cruel as she guided Eris into the conference room. A hand on her shoulder pushed her into her seat and she cut her gaze sharply at the guard as she exited the room. Having nothing to do but wait, Eris extended her legs under the table, fingers laced together on the table in front of her.

Gods, she hoped she got a decent attorney. Too many times she had heard stories of court appointed lawyers doing more harm than good because their clients couldn't afford to pay them.

[iwritemilfs]

@immvnityy asked: "It's just a scratch"

________

Tess shrugged off her backpack and started rummaging. First aid kits weren't exactly abundant these days, so they made due with what they had; in this case a rag. She motioned for Ellie to roll up her jeans so she could get a better view of the gash on her leg. Piercing green eyes shot up to the girl, along with an appropriately raised eyebrow. "Just a scratch, huh?" She shook her head ever so slightly before wrapping it up as best she could. "You might wanna apply some pressure to that."

[vxctorx]

“Are ye’ sure the door’s jammed? Maybe ye’ just need to push a wee bit more?” There was no way the two of them were stuck in the middle of this shoebox of a closet. Surely not!

@richardxoliverxmayhew​​

  ❝—Any more pressure and you ought to break it off of its hinges.❞ His adumbral figure remains inclined against one of the four walls amongst which they have found themselves confined, listening to the rattling sounds of the other’s efforts to free himself from his entrapment and, respectively, Victor’s evidently unwelcome company. As the young detective’s defeated sigh at last resonates across the narrow space which they now share, he finds himself battling the urge to bite the inside of his cheek in order to hide the smile which the other will not be able to see, but no doubt can hear tinging his voice.

  ❝—Well. I don’t suppose anyone is in a rush to come to our rescue, so we may as well make ourselves comfortable.❞