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KISS (the injury meme)

What is the best part after an intense gunfight? For Victor, it's the smell of gun powder, sweat and blood. Especially hers. The fast healing and the shape shifting still cannot avoid every bullets firing at Mystique, in addition she wouldn't care getting insignificant injury. But for Sabretooth, her blood is as enchanted as her red hair. He drops off the dying victim -- and walks to her, eyes widening. Soon he reaches the shape shifter, who is peeking him with those bright yellow eyes. Somehow he feels that it's a look of jeer. He doesn't care that much, all he wants to do is clear as glass. He moves close to Raven's face, sniffing her, sharp claws grabbing at the nape of her neck. He kisses her straight away. "Did I tell you that you also turn me on when you're bleeding?"

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Despite he was not able to say a word, Sabretooth bared his bloody teeth as a response. He was mad yet he smiled in a bright ecstasy. The added damage caused more and more ache, he couldn't tell which part of him is bleeding. Anyway, it's worth it no matter how the fight ends. But Sabretooth hadn't tasted enough. He bit on the flesh beneath his mouth.

“Well, look at what the cat dragged in. How ya been, Vicky?” The greeting was mocking and playful all at once, Bullseye a dark silhouette in the night, barely visible. He knew that Creed’s nose would have caught scent of him, but he did like introducing himself on his own terms. Keeping a distance to the mutant was one of those conditions he liked upholding until he knew where they both stood.

“It’s been awhile,” he added as he toyed with his blade, tossing and spinning it in his hand, equally at play and ready to strike. 

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The blood gushing from Bullseye motivated him and Sabretooth gouged tighter instead, enduring the pain of bleeding all over his body to haul the assassin into close proximity. He knew he had to make the assassin pay properly before he passed out from the blood loss.

“Well, look at what the cat dragged in. How ya been, Vicky?” The greeting was mocking and playful all at once, Bullseye a dark silhouette in the night, barely visible. He knew that Creed’s nose would have caught scent of him, but he did like introducing himself on his own terms. Keeping a distance to the mutant was one of those conditions he liked upholding until he knew where they both stood.

“It’s been awhile,” he added as he toyed with his blade, tossing and spinning it in his hand, equally at play and ready to strike. 

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Sabretooth's throat was slit by the dagger, a whistle from his windpipe brought his roar to a screeching halt. He was angrily aware of the deadly attack he had suffered, but he did not choose to defend or retreat though he was coughing blood already. Creed curbed the subconscious urge to cover his neck and instead gouged his sharp claws deep into Bullseye’s calf. The structure of human body had been deeply imprinted in his mind. Sabretooth found a pulsating blood vessel and cut it off without hesitation.

“Well, look at what the cat dragged in. How ya been, Vicky?” The greeting was mocking and playful all at once, Bullseye a dark silhouette in the night, barely visible. He knew that Creed’s nose would have caught scent of him, but he did like introducing himself on his own terms. Keeping a distance to the mutant was one of those conditions he liked upholding until he knew where they both stood.

“It’s been awhile,” he added as he toyed with his blade, tossing and spinning it in his hand, equally at play and ready to strike. 

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He saw clearly what he is gonna do and how he himself is going to feel. It reminded him of his fight with Logan, which is always exhilarating. The assassin was fast indeed, he could barely evade the slash. He somersaulted forward, reached out a hand to grab Bullseye's ankle, pulled his leg back to him. He didn't do a thing to stop his bowels being squeezed out as his body tumbled back-first onto the ground.

"Gotcha!" He roared with blood filled in his mouth.

“Well, look at what the cat dragged in. How ya been, Vicky?” The greeting was mocking and playful all at once, Bullseye a dark silhouette in the night, barely visible. He knew that Creed’s nose would have caught scent of him, but he did like introducing himself on his own terms. Keeping a distance to the mutant was one of those conditions he liked upholding until he knew where they both stood.

“It’s been awhile,” he added as he toyed with his blade, tossing and spinning it in his hand, equally at play and ready to strike. 

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He knew it wouldn't be easy at the very start. Bullseye has all the skills of a notorious killer, even he himself shouldn't take it lightly. There's no need to dodge. He felt the blades cut his skin, leaving several fresh wounds in different depth. The sharp pain only brought a wave of transcend joy. He deftly turned around to face Bullseye at the same time as he gained a foothold. He wouldn't leave his opponent any breathing space. Again, he lunged at Bullseye, claws onwards, both doing the capacity of defense and attack.

“Well, look at what the cat dragged in. How ya been, Vicky?” The greeting was mocking and playful all at once, Bullseye a dark silhouette in the night, barely visible. He knew that Creed’s nose would have caught scent of him, but he did like introducing himself on his own terms. Keeping a distance to the mutant was one of those conditions he liked upholding until he knew where they both stood.

“It’s been awhile,” he added as he toyed with his blade, tossing and spinning it in his hand, equally at play and ready to strike. 

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Now he was quickly running out of patience. Why didn't I just kill him in the bar? Can save hell lots of time from this bullshit. He thought, clenched his teeth, his forehead knotted in a frown. Since last time he defeated Logan so easily, his temper became more and more volatile than before. He was already on the verge of outbreak, he knew, notwithstanding that he didn't wanna do a thing to suppress it at all. He let out a hoarse laughter as the scorn of Bullseye's lardy-dardy pose. A long-lost urge took place as he heard the assassin's first sentence. He loved it, actually. That's it. That feels right. He caught every single naked killing intent with all his senses, and it was like a bucket of strong fuel pouring down right at the fire inside his chest. The laughter grew louder and clearer, eventually turned hysterical. "Oh boy, you should bring it up at the first place!" With claws popped out, he tore his power suits off, unfolded the costume beneath. He plunged to the direction where Bullseye stood - in a ferocious speed.

“Well, look at what the cat dragged in. How ya been, Vicky?” The greeting was mocking and playful all at once, Bullseye a dark silhouette in the night, barely visible. He knew that Creed’s nose would have caught scent of him, but he did like introducing himself on his own terms. Keeping a distance to the mutant was one of those conditions he liked upholding until he knew where they both stood.

“It’s been awhile,” he added as he toyed with his blade, tossing and spinning it in his hand, equally at play and ready to strike. 

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"Who cares? I will die boring if I have to run that organisation forever. Just make sure to exploit them fine and nice before you leave."

He always listen attentively in that kind of situation. Bullseye's words and the very tone brought a glimpse of sulk thrilling through his face. He started to get unsettled facing those nonstop ridicules kept running out of the assassin's mouth.

"Money? Women? Drugs? Some sports? Offer me a price. I can even play with you in person. To be honest, each time you got talking just makes my desire to tear your tongue more and more powerful."

“Well, look at what the cat dragged in. How ya been, Vicky?” The greeting was mocking and playful all at once, Bullseye a dark silhouette in the night, barely visible. He knew that Creed’s nose would have caught scent of him, but he did like introducing himself on his own terms. Keeping a distance to the mutant was one of those conditions he liked upholding until he knew where they both stood.

“It’s been awhile,” he added as he toyed with his blade, tossing and spinning it in his hand, equally at play and ready to strike. 

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𝑹𝑷 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑬 :    ways to react to an injury. pt. 1  * change pronouns as needed. [ my / your ] is dependent on the receiver.

WORRIED. 

‘ how did they find your weakness? ’

‘ don’t leave me, please. ’

‘ i still need you. ’

‘ that’s a lot of blood. ’

‘ oh my god! are you okay? ’

‘ here, let me help you. ’

‘ try not to move. ’

‘ no, no, no, no. ’

‘ it’s not supposed to end this way. ’ 

‘ this can’t be happening. ’

ANGRY. 

‘ i told you not to go in alone! ’

‘ you idiot. ’

‘ you were given very clear instructions not to go and do exactly what you did. ’

‘ damnit, stay here. ’

‘ you need to leave! ’

‘ i can handle this on my own. ’

‘ i don’t need your help! ’

‘ keep your fucking eyes open. ’

‘ we don’t have time for this. ’

‘ patch yourself up. ’

PLEASED. 

‘ ha! you’re going down that easily? ’

‘ i thought you’d have more fight in you. ’

‘ i can’t believe i actually landed that hit! ’

‘ don’t tell me you’re giving up already. ’

‘ i don’t often like to get my hands dirty… but seeing you like this makes it worth it. ’

‘ this is revenge. ’

‘ bleed for me. you owe me that. ’

‘ i’ve been waiting for years just to see you fall. ’

‘ finally. it��s MY turn to watch you ache. ’

‘ i would say this is the end of us, but this is just the end of you. ’

NON-VERBAL.

‘ PATCH. ‘  - [ my / your ] muse starts to heal / bandage [ mine / yours. ]

‘ RUN. ’ - [ my / your ] muse runs to [ mine / yours. ]

‘ STOP. ’ - [ my / your ] muse stops dead in their tracks. 

‘ DOWN. ’ - [ my / your ] muse falls to the ground. 

‘ ASLEEP. ’ - [ my / your ] muse sits with [ mine / yours ] while they rest.

‘ WAKE UP. ’ - [ my / your ] muse shakes [ mine / yours ] awake. 

‘ HAND. ’ - [ my / your ] muse clasps a hand over [ mine / yours ] to keep from screaming.

‘ KISS. ’ - [ my / your ] muse grabs [ mine / yours ] and kisses them. 

‘ DIG IN. ’ - [ my / your ] muse goes in for another hit / stab. 

‘ GRIN. ’ - [ my / your ] muse grins at [ my / your ] muses injury.

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 ENEMIES TO LOVERS,  LOVERS TO ENEMIES AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN

“  you really expect me to believe a word you’re saying.  now?  after everything you’ve done.  ” 

“ do you really think i’m humble enough to ask for your help if i wasn’t truly fucking desperate?  ”

“  you’re either really desperate to be coming to me,  or you think i’m a lot stupider than i am.  ”

“  face it,  i know you better than anyone else.  ”  

“   somehow,  out of everyone.  even my own damn friends,  you know me more.  ” 

“  i’ve seen parts of you no one else will ever understand.  i see who you are.  what you are.  and i think you should stop making yourself smaller to make the world comfortable. ”  

“  we’re nothing alike.  i’ll never be like you.  ”

“  why are you asking me for help?  ”

“  you’re the only person who isn’t going to treat me with kid gloves right now.  ”

“  you’re the only person who i know will let me do what i need to do without trying to talk me out of it.  ”  

“  i don’t understand what happened to us…why didn’t you trust me?  ”

“  i’ve been in your shadow long enough.  this isn’t about you.  it’s about me,  for once.  ”

“  i’m not a project for you to finish.  i’m not here to be part of your little savior complex.  so stop trying to save me.  ”

“  why didn’t you kill me?  when you had the chance?  ”

“  if you were going to kill me,  you would have done it already.  so,  what do you want from me?  ” 

“  i think this is the first we’ve had a full conversation that didn’t involve you insulting me.  ”

“  you’ve never held back from telling me the truth before.  that’s what i’m counting on now.  ”

“  i don’t hate you.  i pity you.  ”

“  i don’t hate you.  i admire you.  i always have.  ”

“  i’d rather you hate me than be apathetic.  hate means you still care.  ”

“  please—  just let me help you.  ” 

“  i don’t think you’re a monster.  not really.  i just think that’s what you tell yourself to feel strong.  ”

 “  i know you don’t believe me,  but i’m trying to help.  and i could actually do what i need to if you’d stop questioning me.  ”

“  i’ve always been able to tell when you’re lying.  ”

“  well actually,  i came here to fight.  but it looks like you’ve had a shit enough day it kinda feels like i’d be kicking a puppy.  ”

“  no—  please don’t cry.  i’m…not good with the crying.  ”

“  if we’re about to talk about feelings i’m out.  ”  

“  we could have had a future,  you know.  i wanted to do this with you.  but you ruined it.  ” 

“  why are you really here?  ”

“  i remember giving you this scar.  you were so goddamn stubborn.  ”

“  i love you.  but that doesn’t change anything.  ”

“  i don’t think you’re evil.  i think you’re just lost.  and alone.  and you don’t know anything else.  ”

“  it’s too late for me.  ”

“  it’s not to late.  i don’t believe that.  ”

“  i’m just here to make sure you don’t get yourself killed.  ”

“  i’m just not ready to tell the others about us.  they won’t understand.  ”

“  you’re the only one who has ever really understood me.  ”

PROMPTS:

♡ for one muse to kiss the other with a knife to their throat

☁ for a fight to turn into a kiss and/or sex 

❧ for our muses to be forced to take shelter together 

❦ for our muses to be forced to share a bed 

♥ for one muse to unexpectedly save the other’s life 

☂ for one muse to spare the other’s life 

✘ for one muse to get hurt protecting the other 

✔ for one muse to catch the other in a vulnerable moment and have sympathy 

☼ for one muse to see the other hurt and get angry 

ϟ for one muse to take revenge on someone for hurting the other 

✐ for one muse to do something hard/morally grey so the other doesn’t have to

☾ for one muse to open up about their motivations to the other 

✄ our muses having angry sex 

¶ our muses having desperate, passionate sex 

❀ for one muse to confess their feelings to the other 

► for one muse to injure the other and immediately regret it 

▼ for one muse to heal the other after being the one to injure them 

◄ for one muse treat the others injury caused by a third party 

 💀 for one muse to hold the other while they die 

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"I can still hunt ya down. Must be a big humiliation crawling beneath the paw of a house cat, eh?" He squinted at Bullseye, accentuated the word you. He adjusted his tie knot loose.

Sabretooth raised an eyebrow when he heard Bullseye's comments about the Hand. "Accurate one. But MY ninjas have the loyalty you can never guarantee to your boss. The Hand is, and will be the most powerful organisation under my control. And that's the answer to your curiosity."

"I came here for myself. As you can see, I'm already on the top of everything. Becoming the East Asia underground crime lord, earning so much money I don't even wanna check my balance of bank account, beating the shit out of my oldest foe in front of his favourite lil' student and a hell bunch of people. I got bored. I need some fresh air or maybe some drugs. Well, none of the shit on regular markets works for me. You know what I'm looking for."

“Well, look at what the cat dragged in. How ya been, Vicky?” The greeting was mocking and playful all at once, Bullseye a dark silhouette in the night, barely visible. He knew that Creed’s nose would have caught scent of him, but he did like introducing himself on his own terms. Keeping a distance to the mutant was one of those conditions he liked upholding until he knew where they both stood.

“It’s been awhile,” he added as he toyed with his blade, tossing and spinning it in his hand, equally at play and ready to strike. 

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"Didn't count on your poor ragged mind to understand the sweetness of power." Creed smirked, though his state of mind is never settled either. "It's like holding a sceptre and you use it to hit your adherents to death." A cruel grin creeped on his face, the imagery cheered him a little bit.

"Anyway, just tell me, Bullseye, what can you give me when I have an army of well trained ninjas already?"

“Well, look at what the cat dragged in. How ya been, Vicky?” The greeting was mocking and playful all at once, Bullseye a dark silhouette in the night, barely visible. He knew that Creed’s nose would have caught scent of him, but he did like introducing himself on his own terms. Keeping a distance to the mutant was one of those conditions he liked upholding until he knew where they both stood.

“It’s been awhile,” he added as he toyed with his blade, tossing and spinning it in his hand, equally at play and ready to strike. 

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He sensed all the provocation from Bullseye's fingertips to his tongue, but none of these perturbed him. He rolled his eyes, feline pupils dilated obviously when he caught the pointy blade towards him. The claws extended pretty fast, making a distinct sound. He was not here to fight, however he wouldn't refuse any chance to get heat. "Business. I don't do the hired assassin thing anymore. Now I'm the guy who hires assassins."

“Well, look at what the cat dragged in. How ya been, Vicky?” The greeting was mocking and playful all at once, Bullseye a dark silhouette in the night, barely visible. He knew that Creed’s nose would have caught scent of him, but he did like introducing himself on his own terms. Keeping a distance to the mutant was one of those conditions he liked upholding until he knew where they both stood.

“It’s been awhile,” he added as he toyed with his blade, tossing and spinning it in his hand, equally at play and ready to strike. 

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Creed's eyes fixed on the mark on the other's forehead, his whole irises shone ferociously like wildfire in the darkness. With arrogance in his tone, he snorted. "Never could been better without yer stink." Even saying so, his facial expression stayed nonchalant, not showing as much disgust as his belligerent utterance. He raised a hand to his jaw, displaying those sharp claws on purpose while rubbing the stubble on the chin.

"Acting like a vigilant gopher won't save your ass. Come closer, if Sabretooth wants you dead you're already a dead man."

“Well, look at what the cat dragged in. How ya been, Vicky?” The greeting was mocking and playful all at once, Bullseye a dark silhouette in the night, barely visible. He knew that Creed’s nose would have caught scent of him, but he did like introducing himself on his own terms. Keeping a distance to the mutant was one of those conditions he liked upholding until he knew where they both stood.

“It’s been awhile,” he added as he toyed with his blade, tossing and spinning it in his hand, equally at play and ready to strike. 

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Why do you hate wolverine so much?

Sabretooth's eyes narrows, an anger raises quickly to his beastial iris. Then he speaks, even animals can realize the unbearable rage inside his tone. "Because we are the same, always, but he keeps denying the truth all the time." He stops for a minute, clenches his teeth before he continues talking.

"Over and over again he claimed that I'm a lowly animal and he's the saint. Fucking nonsense. That's just because he was afraid. Come on, does Wolverine kill less guy than I do? Does he pay any price to the crimes he did? We are both bloody murderers through and through, I know, but I have never murdered my own son or wife."

He swings his finger in the air, a sarcastic smile slowly emerges on his face, the madness is gone by now. "Well, see the point? The more he rushed to prove his so-called superior, the weaker and uglier he became. Fear, I'd say. He avoided this because of the fear. He looked at me and I was his true self. It freaked he out."

And he puts off his hand. His eyes sparkles with hatress he doesn't mind revealing. "Therefore he tried to tramp me to the dirt so that he could feel better and powerful. I hate this. How can a wuss like this, a poltroon who is too scared to face his nature, wanna step me in my freaking face?" He bares his canine teeth without self awareness. His breath becomes heavier, under such a great anger, instead of throwing a tantrum he smiles. "I have to tell the runt he's nothing better than me, if he thought I'm a vicious beast then so is he. I will always be there to remind him, that we are the same." After a long speech of pure abomination, he takes a deep breath, let his heartbeat assuages down to a mild rate. He turns his head away, selecting for the words. "Let's just say if one day your reflection in the mirror jumping out and saying you're the worse one, you would feel what I feel."

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Painful Prompts. Warnings for: injuries, blood, mental health, drug mentions, medical language. Be respectful about these subjects! 

Single. Send ⥃ for roles to be reversed!

[ strike ] Your muse punches, hits, or otherwise attacks mine.

[ strangle ] Your muse attempts to asphyxiate mine.

[ sick ] Your muse cares for mine while they are unwell. 

[ swivel ] Your muse finds mine delirious from a fever.

[ sacrifice ] Your muse shields mine from a dangerous attack.

[ search ] Your muse finds mine after they have been missing for a while.

[ solitary ] Your muse discovers my long-isolated muse.

[ sob ] Your muse finds mine in tears, crying from grief.

[ scar ] Your muse discovers or inquires about a scar on mine.

[ stitch ] Your muse stitches up an open wound on my muse.

[ sting ] Your muse says something to mine that strikes a nerve.

[ stock ] Your muse gives blood to mine to save their life.

[ scare ] Your muse witnesses mine having a panic attack, flashback, or hallucination.

[ spike ] Your muse helps mine after finding them woozy from a laced drink.

[ secret ] Your muse discovers mine has been hiding an injury from them.

[ slip ] Your muse accidentally discovers a secret about my muse.

[ stab ] Your muse attempts to keep mine from bleeding out.

[ snare ] Your muse finds mine stuck in a bear trap or similar set-up. 

[ stop ] Your muse gives mine an unwanted kiss or piece of affection.

[ shield ] Your muse uses mine as a human shield to save themself.

[ surge ] Your muse’s power is out of control. It hurts my muse.

Double.

[ smash ] Our muses are caught in an explosion or vehicular crash.

[ structure ] Our muses are trapped inside of a crumbling building.

[ slide ] Our muses are caught in a mudslide or avalanche.

[ storm ] Our muses are caught in a flurry of rain, hail, snow, or wind.

[ space ] Our muses are shut into a cavern after a cave-in.

[ stuck ] Our muses are both ensnared in a trap or cage. 

[ shackle ] Our muses are chained together in a room or cell.

[ session ] Our muses have a good, hard cry together.

[ shout ] Our muses are locked in a ferocious argument.

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Seduction Starters

A mix of actions that focus on the seduction/pinning. Inspiration taken from an array of different memes to put them all together in this one. Feel free to mix prompts to make more specific ones or if reverse them.

send in one of these for my muse’s (RECEIVER) reaction to your muse (SENDER) …

( DOOR ) opening the door for mine to pass.

( STARE ) longingly staring at mine from across the room.

( WATCH ) watching mine while drinking their beverage.

( TOUCH ) “accidentally” briefly touching mine. (example: brief hand touch, knee under the table)

( HOLD ) holding mine’s hand.

( HAND ) kissing mine’s hand.

( GIFT ) giving mine a gift. (example: flowers, jewellery)

( FLOWER ) putting a flower in mine’s hair.

( LETTER ) sending mine a love letter.

( LOCK ) offering my muse a lock of their hair.

( LEAN ) leaning against mine’s side.

( FIX ) fixing or straightening my mine’s clothes.

( DANCE ) leaning in closer while they are slow dancing with mine.

( COMPLIMENT ) complimenting mine.

( STAR ) staring at mine instead of the stares while stargazing.

( PLAY ) playing with mine’s hair.

( BRUSH ) brushing mine’s hair.

( LIP ) biting or licking their lower lip.

( SING ) singing to mine.

( GRAZE ) grazing mine’s shoulders with their fingers.

( BECKON ) beckoning to follow them.

( SLIDE ) sliding down their hand down mine’s back.

( CHIN ) grabbing mine’s chin.

( SILENCE ) silencing mine’s by pressing their finger on mine’s lips.

( PUSH ) pushing against the wall. (example: rough or soft pushing against wall)

( SIT ) sitting on their lap.

( HIP ) pulling mine by the hips.

( FACE ) stroking mine’s face.

( HOVER ) hovering their lips over mine’s.

( NECK ) kissing mine’s neck.

( GRIP ) holding mine by the back of the neck.

( SURPRISE ) being found without an article of clothing (example: being found shirtless)

( SECRET ) arriving where they both agreed to meet in secret in the dead of night.