#heehehhee

[silvercap]

You don't have to write it if you don't have any ideas, but I have been thinking lately about Chris Redfield flatlining while in a hospital... :3

Sure >:)

They drag him in on a stretcher, body bloodied and burned from the explosion, bits of the spandex shirt melted into his dark, scarred skin. He's all but soaked in blood, the sheets already red when the nurses transfer him over to a gurney and begin to strip off shredded clothing. The shrapnel embedded in his chest rises and falls with the increasingly shallow breaths he takes, oxygen mask fogging ever so slightly where it's been strapped over his strong nose and chin.

"We need blood," one nurse orders, examining the IV in his arm from the field medic team. "He's losing a lot of it, fast."

"Blood pressure dropping," another warns, the shrill warning beep of newly-adhered monitors echoing around the room. "Bring a crash cart!"

In the hallway, a tall man paces anxiously, stormy eyes turned towards the door and body tensed as if he's about to run in despite the muscled male nurse watching him closely by the door. His bangs cover part of his face as he dips his head, eye gleaming as he prowls. His own body is spattered in blood and grime, arm bandaged hastily enough that blood still seeps through the gauze, but he makes no move to tend to it.

Inside the room, the monitor screams a shrill warning as the dying man's heart goes into arrest, pulse stuttering from hypovolemic shock. The nurses start to call out orders and swarm their patient like red ants on an unsuspecting frog, though in this case they wish to save their quarry instead of poison it. Scissors slice through the man's shirt to reveal a bloodied, bruised chest that's already scarred beyond belief, another gloved hand diving in with a razor to shave away the thick hair. Sticky pads are pressed down, one on the man's chest and the other on his ribcage, above and below his stuttering heart. The machine they're attached to springs to life with a beeping sound, its light flashing as it takes in the data of his heart rhythm.

Before it finishes, the monitor shrieks in a single line of dull monotone as it flatlines, the man in the hallway's head flying up as his eyes widen in shock.

"Chris!" he shouts, darting for the door, but the nurse is ready for it and catches him in strong arms, telling him to sit and let the doctors do their job. "Let go of me!" he demands, hands finding the right points on the nurse's body to gain leverage---only for him to falter and stop himself from performing the deadly precise defensive move he'd been about to employ, shoving the man's arms off of him instead and stumbling back.

"Fuck," he mutters, hands clenching in his hair. His voice is a growl, only to break with emotion as he sits down hard in a chair against the opposite wall. "Fuck!"

In the room, the dying man's mouth is being pulled open to make way for the breathing tube as someone else commences CPR from the edge of the bed, his body limp as a doll's.

All the while, the monitor screams, a single, chilling tone that means the heart it's tracking has finally, inevitably, failed.

[lizisshortforlizard]

[haxsins]

Can you write a smut with the human and Vee pls? (I just love TV faction too much :D)

"V-Vee...we can't! What if someone hears us and investigates--mm??" The finger that was placed over the human's lips was gentle but firm as the TV unit shushes them and continues to press them against the wall in the closet that he teleported them to. He lets out a static-laced sigh before rubbing a finger down the side of the human's face. "Then let them hear. Human...I'm afraid I can't stand this game anymore. I have to admit that I have grown...desires that one shouldn't have for their comrades in arms in this war. But I can't help myself...I always envision myself..." He runs his hands down the human's sides in a familiar teasing manner as he grips them and pulls them close to his body in the dark closet, the only light coming from under the door and his illuminated screen that gave off a pinkish glow.

"Touching you..." He continues as he rubs the humans sides and hips, making them gasp through their teeth at the sensation. "Feeling every single bit of your body..." He mutters as his hands continue their journey over the human's sides and chest before sliding them down to the human's pants, slipping them effortlessly under the waistband as if he did it multiple times before. "Feeling you...on the outside...and the inside." With a gasp, the human feels the digits of their unit companion stroke their loins with tender touches and brisk strokes, making them choke back a moan as their face flushes red from underneath their helmet. Even in the dim light of the closet, the human could make out the dark sillouette of Vee and just how close he was to them. His smell...his sight...his colors...and his screen, all surrounding them in the darkness of the cramped closet. Vee doesn't even wait before he inserts his fingers into the human in a greedy fashion. The human jolts as their body is penetrated by the digits and they can't help but shiver in response and let out a low whine. Vee relishes in the feeling of power he has over his beloved human companion...the "treasure" of the alliance...belonging just to him for a short while. He thrusts his digit into the human's entrance and the human grapples him as he stimulates them through their pants. It doesn't take long before the human starts to return the favor and grunt out his name in a hypnotic trance. "V-Vee!" The human shudders as they grab onto his firm shoulders for purchase as he picked up the pace. "Yes...please...say my name, human. I care not for who overhears...I just need to hear it. Please...say my name." He punctuates his demand with a firm thrust of his digit into the human's depths, striking the button deep within their body with expert percision. The human jolts as electricity fills their body and they see white spots in their vision. "V-VEE!" They cry. Vee cannot help himself as he loosens his grip on formality and pins the human to the wall while he ravages their entrance and depths. The human can only grit their teeth, sweat, and pant as he forces them close and closer to the edge...then...there's a cry of his name and the human tenses up. A moment passes and the human is trying to catch their breath as Vee retracts his digits from their spent entrance, not caring for the slime or excess that coated his fingers. He could only lovingly nuzzle HIS human and let out a sigh of relief at finally succeeding at scratching that itch that swelled deep within his core. "Good job, human." He hums as the human merely smiles in ecstasy.

[mediclzen]

The hum is all he needs to know - the other was out commission still and Nehan was only to surrender to fate, bed bound and await the other’s wake for anything. But it was easy to ignore, to simply focus on the other’s funny little quirks as he struggles to come back from sleep; absolutely a contrast to times the Eternal would instantly be ready to rise should the smallest sound sensed would hint danger and is form would leave his side.

Still, it was entertaining to see his struggles, from each time an ear flicked, to quivering fingers over the thin of his hips, or the way eyebrows rise and fall in their futile attempts at somehow unveiling shy lavender eyes to the world. Nehan’s own gaze lazily looked back, his slow rise and fall of his breath kicking a few strands of silver blues before settling. Kissed lips stained an unusual shade of pink due to fervent kisses and bruising arching a little bit by the edges in a little smile.

Nehan had known exhaustion and pain for long enough to know and ignore it - still his back felt heavy, his bad arm and leg both were immobile. A nagging pressure in his skull was very similar to a headache and he knows if he attempted to sit or even try and lean forward, his back and lower back would instantly send a painful lightning that he’d rather not feel right now. Instead, he chooses to stay, his better arm ever so slowly reaching out, with the blankets draped and pillows as shields against any cold, to rest on Seox’s cheek, and simply stay there. Too tired to even rub circles, but not enough to let sleep claim him yet.

The children or basically anyone would eventually get concerned at his no show, or Seox’s. And while he’d not really care in what state he’s seen, Nehan absolutely could imagine the sheer horror Seox would feel to be discovered like this so suddenly. “ Hey… “ he tries again, but his voice remains hoarse and deep, a low purr of bliss in their little world of four walls and scattered trinkets. “ Xing. “ name sighed with a fond exasperation, eye half lidded while gathering strength to the herculean task of commanding any muscle and tendon to move, which proves futile - it was more than when the other clung to him like a leech on bed or even lay on top of him like an oversized puppy, unmoving. It’s as if his entire frame felt weighted down with something greater than gravity…

But the bliss, the peace he feels doesn’t give room to where usually such detriment would bring a quiet searing anger within. No… there’s only peace, amusement — the pain of course but not in a bad way. “ Others will worry. “ Another small, quiet attempt at nudging Seox’s senses to the world, only accentuated with the small featherlight touch at that restless fluffy ear not to bother the other but simply just because - the flick amusing.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍` perhaps awake ` he is very much not.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍any workout regime he had paled in comparison to what happened in their bed when the air was hot and heady. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍it was a recipe for his muscles to ache simply from the effort the act takes, and for how much more passionate it is, the more it would steal all of that herculean strength from him.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍it was amusing, in a way.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍... but it leads into circumstances like now, where the only reason he registers that Nehan had even said anything at all was from his assassin training from when he was young; ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍sharp ears are hyper-attuned to sound, and once he picks it up, his ear swivels around in the direction it was heard.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍what was said, however, is completely lost on him. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍  ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍ `` Mmmhm. ``

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍regardless, he agrees, despite not even knowing what he's agreeing to. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍however, it was Nehan. he would have agreed to whatever it was anyways, he reckons. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍he'll focus on the finer details later.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍in this moment, he thinks he'll maybe try to open his eyes... ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍to which, the task fails. the only thing that comes of it is a brow lifting, as if maybe his lashes would as well, but nothing comes of it and his face relaxes again.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍he tries again, and the same result follows.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍perhaps twitching the fingers of the limp arm draped around Nehan — ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍now positioned over his hips from his failed attempt at sitting up — ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍would yield some results, but again, nothing.

‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍an ear flicks as a sign that he's at least fighting for it, though. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍it was something. he simply might need a little extra push. ‍‍ ‍‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍‍‍

[kawaiialeisha]

⭐❤️

INTRODUCING STARHEART!! MY YUMESHIP!!

I can't really think of a better name so.. HAJKDSLF

Heehehhee I love reboot so muchhh hes so DUMB

AGHGHG I'm so crazy about him it's not even funny

Although I'm sure you all know by now HELPP

Even more sane doodles below (I swear)

HRHRHGRGHRRR SHAKING MY SCREEN IM SO NORMALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

im so sorry you all have to see this dear lord

ALSOO UHHMMM I MADE A YUMESHIP PLAYLIST LIKE 2 MONTHS AGO HJDHGDGK I was just too shy to share

[deceit-and-knowledge]

Oh... Well, it's incredibly sweet of him to look after Professor Sage. Solidarity in suffering? He seemed to despise the Professor so the other day, but now? Honestly- I can't help, but picture him as a scrappy older sibling to Professor Sage. Being an older sibling one is often begrudgingly tasked with the responsibility of the other, no matter how you'd rather be liberated from the "burden". And those frustrations often turn into endearment with time. With how they look up to you and-

Ah, I'm rambling again..! Sorry-

I don't know much about heats other than the symptoms Professor Sage have already shown.

Best wishes to all of you. I hope with your help his first heat isn't going to be that bad... Was Lord Shadow Milk alone on his first cycle? - Umbrella Anon

(And yes! Please do show, Jester..! X3 )

ooc: heehehhee I'll write it up later~~

pv: I believe he just feels sympathetic.. clearly he knows how bad it can be..

He still very much dislikes sage.. when he was telling me what to do he was constantly calling him "nerd" and "whiny" ..

He doesn't even talk to sage unless sage engages or he has a good reason to talk to him....

As for that.. I'm not sure.. when he first had it around me he purposely avoided me.. but I'm unsure if it occured prior to being with me, it seems his minions are aware of it so I can only assume the answer is yes..

He must've been alone at some point..

[black-feathered-liar]

🧙‍♀️: HeeHehHee! It’s alright, my pink friend. My grudge has come to an end. And since I’m not lying, see, here’s some gifts for you from me! Heehehhee! *gives him a Pomeranian that was enchanted to not set off Damon’s allergies, some magical butterflies, a potion that enhances his beauty/cuteness, & some more food for flappy and the magical butterflies.

"Wha… huh?"

*Kai slowly blinked as the Pomeranian padded up to him, yipping cheerfully and doing a little spin. The magical butterflies fluttered around him and the potion glowed suspiciously pink in its little bottle*

"Okay. Okay. You're not evil. You're like… chaotic sparkly grandma. I can handle that."

"Eheheh.. Thank you!" "I thought I was going to be cursed for eternity!"

[goldenduckie]

Ok i could just envision this so well and i just HAD to draw it

here are my hc's for how each side crys

logan: he is fighting it the whole way through. squeezing his eyes shut, rubbing at his eyes, etc. refuse to admit hes crying and WILL try to flee.

patton: looks so SAD. pouty lip, watery eyes, etc. he INSISTS hes fine all the way through. sobs a lot but very quietly and only in little hic-ups.

roman: WEEPS. WAILS. ETC. he is SO LOUD and DRAMATIC. all or nothing BABYYY. always has the reddest eyes and nose after.

virgil: depends on context. option 1 is just kinda.. depressed crying. laying in bed while tears slowly pour out of his eyes. option 2 is panic attack crying. shrieking sobs, pressing himself into the farthest corner, etc. neither is pretty.

janus: only cries in private, and only when hes bone deep exhausted. its always just this.. almost mournful sobbing. just weeping into his hands like theres nothing else to do. good at putting himself back together after.

remus: angry crier. his sobs are wretched and ragged. will usually end up cursing out whoever tries to comfort him. bangs his fist on their chest if they try to hold him.

[skamp3r]

yoyu guys should plya my gaammmeeee heehehhee

[elikajinnie]

im gonna kiss u cause WTH was tht fic???? im in love, yet AGAIN by ur writing. god sooo beautifully writtennn !!!! weird how u can make it creepy nd beautiful at the same timeee!!!!!! love u nd ur writing heehehhee

Bet, come here 💋 I love youuu toooo! 🫶🫶🫶

[carpetbug]

I want to observe you under a light microscope like a little animal cell. Thank you.

HEEHEHHEE thank you frienddd <3 i’m studying you with a magnifying glass as you observe me with a microscope… dual obsession..

[nomiominomi]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

fate up against your will

[jadelemonadee]

OHMAYGOT!! hope your flight is going well and I hope you have fun in new York!! 😁😁☝☝ STAY SAFE JADE!!!

HEEHEHHEE THANK U CHARLES

[bananararama-hasmoved]

New f/o... Maybe

Heehehhee

[thom-thunderstruck]

"Miracles happen to everyone, right?" He chuckled, then ruffled Hilda's hair and raised his arm, giving her a free opening for a hug or a tackle if she wanted to. Honestly, he helps Grenda with boxing (by being her living punching bag, wearing tons of padding), and he likes Hilda's high energy. Her aggressiveness comes from a place of care, so even if she happens to hurt him on accident once or twice, he wouldn't really mind it or hold it against her. The Valentino household's an odd one, but Thompson appreciates them for it all!

Rob, dude. Get out here, I was thinking we could go to this place that I found. Busy or not, you gotta come.

Cuz Mr. Buzz Kill won't come along unless you do. So lets go.

@iceb4gw-c

ugh, fine. But Hilda uh- needs to come too. Parents will kill me if I just leave her again

[faaarawayyy]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!! PLEASE SEND ME TRICK OR TREATING ASKS HEEHEHHEE