#♜ . LIKES .

[demon-prosecuted]

I believe psychics and mediums would pick up on Edgeworth's abilities, just like psychic and ghost type Pokemon. I feel that his abilities are much less honed when it comes to humans - as opposed to Pokemon and the deceased - since other humans with similar abilities are far less prevalent..

But I think they would still notice something from being in his presence.

Though, he's really only aware of his ease of connection with those specific Pokemon. Someone's going to have to burst this unaware bubble of his, and it's going to become a whole Ordeal.

[kassgender]

✰ L (DEATH NOTE) ID PACK ; requested by @abandonedknowledge !

NAMES ; — Adam , Ari , Atlas , Blanc , Cypher , Detective , Elias , Elle , Evander , Law , Lawrence , Lena , Lyric , Melchior , Noir , Poe , Rival , Sherlock , Vex , Vie , Zeta , Zero

PRONOUNS ; — ae/aem , ciph/cipher , ey/em , ly/lyric , mask/masks , myst/mystery , puzzle/puzzles , rain/rains , sie/hir , sol/solve , sweet/sweets , sxe/hxr , thou/thorn , xy/xyr , ?/?s

LABELS ; — Caffean , Detectivegender , Detective Aroace , Dymalic , Inklexic , Limindream , Noxvir , Obscurumystic , Ouroborn , Paradox Gender , Uncannything

[helldustedstories]

@vanaglcria asked: ❛ may i have this dance? ❜ / kasumi @ echo ( they definitely aren't dancing )

emotionally charged starters // accepting

If there was one thing Echo was good at (and there were many things at which they excelled), it was holding their own in a fight. They were wiry, and people tended to underestimate them, but they hadn't gotten this far by being a pushover. Echo used their considerable skills to their advantage, slipping out of any hold someone tried to get on them, shifting into a different shape if they had to.

They hadn't been the one that had started this fight, and despite the fact that they were outnumbered, they were holding their own fairly well.

At least until a familiar voice chimed in, to ask if she could have a dance. Echo grinned, actively dodging a fist that had been thrown their way, springing backwards into a completely unnecessary flip.

"I could probably fit you onto my dance card," they said with a grin, kicking a leg out and sending one of their opponents sprawling. They didn't tend to turn down opportunities like this one very often, after all.

[starliit]

Spicy Headcanons - Part 1

First and foremost, Kaveh is not inherently an allosexual individual. He strays very heavily onto the asexual spectrum, but not 100%. But at times arousal does hit him and it's not always easy to do anything about it.

After all, not many people would know what to do if the renowned architect asked them to spit in his face, you know?

Showered in praises by those that know him or know of him, Kaveh shoulders the heavy burden of upholding an impossible image. Even heavier is the constant guilt that haunts him. Kaveh believes he deserves to be punished in every aspect of his life and the bedroom is no different. During sexual encounters most of his pleasure is derived from being bullied and degraded. Sometimes even mildly abused (consensually). But things get complicated - these encounters give Kaveh something daily life doesn't: some semblance of control, some realization that his punishment is finite, that there is an equally justifiable reward. And in that, Kaveh has a very secret praise kink - only unlocked by first being degraded.

[nightiingaled]

Warning Sign | Tae-mi & Cass

Blackwatch Years Tae-mi when a mission goes awry. Trigger warnings for mentions of blood, momentary gore & near-death. @quick-drawn

The desert is alive with the sound of gunfire.

“One left!”

Tae-mi Jin is in the process of placing her final clip into her gun, licking her lips and whispering a soft prayer. She has her back against a collapsed stone wall, long worn from time.

“You’re talking about targets, right?”

Across from her – on the other side of the crumbling entryway into the long-destroyed building – Jesse McCree aims and misses one of the remaining soldiers creeping closer and closer to their position.

“Not with that aim!”

“You’re one to talk!”

Sure enough, the moment Tae attempts to take a shot at one of the soldiers, they open fire in her direction, and she misses her shot as she takes cover once again. She grumbles something to herself, but she knows that of the two of them she is the weaker link here.

Gunfights have never been her thing. Hand-to-hand, close combat has always been where she excels, if her continued wins in the fighting rings had anything to say about it.

“You think if we ask nicely, they’ll line up easy to let us punch them out instead?”

She can hear him thinking across the space between them and it almost makes her laugh.

“Can you two take this a little seriously?” Commander Reyes’ voice cut through their radios with a crackle of faint static.

A tight-lipped smile stretches across Tae’s features despite everything. “Not to rush you, Commander, but how’s it coming?”

“We’re in the clear. Light them up!”

Tae gives Jesse a thumbs up, Jesse returning the gesture. Tae thumbs the detonator in her other hand, pressing it with more force than probably necessary. The ground rumbles around them as multiple bombs go off in a location less than a mile east. Tae can see the haze that has erupted in its place as she dives into her hideaway.

 There’s the sound of screaming and shouting of orders and suddenly the soldiers assaulting them are leaving hurriedly in two vehicles towards the direction of the compound in the distance.

“Can’t believe that worked.”

Tae laughs, having crawled out of the crevice in the wall and crossed to Jesse’s side of the entryway. She offers him a hand up which he accepts with a smile. “I owe that man a dri—”

Gunfire breaks out once again, shattering the moment. Tae throws herself back to the wall, dragging a startled Jesse with her. “Damnit,” she spits.

“What was that?” Reyes clips through.  

“They left someone behind. Can’t be many we got—Jesse!”

Jesse is semi-conscious, flopping over as his body struggles to hold itself upright.

“Flesh wound, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his eyes flickering open and then closed again.

Crimson red is seeping through holes in Jesse’s vest and Tae swallows thickly.

“Stay still.”

The building around them has gone quiet. Tae is sure they couldn’t have left more than three behind. They would send as many as possible to see to the supposed attack on the compound and the two agents had done their best to leave few to spare.

Tae slips her knives from their sheathes.

The first comes through the entryway – poor thing was practically bait. Tae takes him out at the knees, quite literally taking her knives and slicing away at the back of his legs. He lets out a wailing scream and collapses as the second comes around the right corner. Tae knocks the soldier’s aim down towards the ground with one arm, using the other to slice up under and into his jaw. She lets him keep the knife as she turns the other on the third soldier hurrying through the entryway to help. Again, and again and again she thrusts her knife into his chest until he’s blubbering blood all over her.

“Three,” she tells herself, “They left three.”

The fourth doesn’t exactly take her by surprise so much as uses a different approach than the others. He rushes through the doorway and subsequently towards Tae herself. Smaller than him and more practiced, she manages to dodge to the side. It isn’t enough. He launches himself at her and throws her to the ground. Tae doesn’t realize his hands on her throat until they suddenly aren’t she’s breathing fresh air again, ears ringing from the nearby gunshot.

She rolls the body off her, looking over at Jesse. The man is sheet white, but the grip on his gun is surprisingly steady.

“Thank you,” he says softly.

“What?”

“You say, ‘thank you’, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” she grumbles as she picks herself off the ground and hurries back over to his side. It’s at this moment that she realizes Reyes is still trying to make contact. His voice had become a distant buzz, a distraction she had to ignore for the time being.

“Jin, I swear to God if you don’t answer—”

“Sorry, sir. The pickup crew is cleared out, but McCree is injured.”

“Stay put. We’ll evac you as soon as we make the rendezvous.”

“Sir, I don’t think we have that kind of time. You still have miles ahead of you – we have a shorter distance we can hit the rendezvous at the same time.”  

While she’s talking, Tae is tearing spare fabric from the soldiers’ uniforms and her pants, wrapping the bandages around Jesse’s stomach, and tying them tight.

“Jin, don’t tell me you’re thinking of—”

“This isn’t a viable rendezvous point, sir. You said so yourself. We just blew up the safest landing zone for miles. And it’s going to be too Hot to land. It’s not worth the risk.”

“Jin, I mean it – do not leave your position.”

“Sorry sir, I’m getting nothing but static. I’ll meet you at the rendezvous.”

And then the line goes silent as she turns off her comms. Tae-mi reaches down, pulling Jesse up by both arms with a grunt and leaning him over her shoulder.

“Come on, Jess – we got a long walk ahead of us.”  

& & &

Tae didn’t doubt her logic, but she realizes that she might have misgauged how quickly she would be able to move with Jesse.  For what it was worth, he tries to help as much as he can. When he’s awake. But the man’s consciousness comes and goes. Here and there she catches him muttering to himself and wonders what delirium he finds himself in. She remembers him saving her so many years ago and it feels like only yesterday. To think she finally gets to return the favor – she hopes it’s worth it.

It's sad that even after all this time, she’s barely let him in. Barely let anyone in. It’s just her and her sister. The two of them have grown together in Blackwatch, different in multiple ways but so similar in so many others. What would it be like to lose him?

Tae swallows. No, she tells herself. Stop thinking like he’s dying.

But he is. He is dying. He’s dripping crimson through the makeshift bandages. He bled through the bandages, even after she ripped more of her pants to add to it. He’s bleeding into the remainder of her shirt, just bleeding and she can’t stop it. He’s paler than he was at the start and that is saying something. His sweat is almost drowning her.

“Gonna be sick…”

“Not on my shoulder you’re not.”

But she hopes it bodes well that he’s saying anything at all. He doesn’t get sick. They keep moving on.

There comes a point – as much as she hates it – that she must stop again, simply to rest. If she doesn’t her shoulder will give out. The two of them are covered in blood. Jesse has soaked through every bandage she’s thrown at him and down his pants. Tae has sacrificed everything but her tank top and enough of her pants they’ve become shorts. There’s no point making herself naked at this point – it’s not going to help, she knows.  

“…Behind…”

She has Jesse leaned against a rock ledge and she leans closer to him. “What’s up?”

A tongue licks slowly over his chapped lips. “Leave me…. behind.”

“Over my dead body.”

She reaches out to grab his arm, but he catches her wrist and holds it. His grip isn’t tight – he didn’t have the strength, but she doubts it would be even if he did. “Don’t die here….with me.”

“Neither of us is going to die, Jess.”

A crack creeps into her voice and she notices her fingers are starting to shake. She needs to get moving again before she can’t anymore, but Jesse’s other hand is touching her hair.

“You’re really pretty with this haircut, you know?”

“Jess – stop talking nonsense okay, let’s get out of here. You’re going to be okay. You’re gonna –”

He cups her jaw and leans forward, and Tae sees what comes next. She doesn’t stop it. It’s not the right time – it’s NEVER going to be the right time for her, but this is next level of not right. But what if they never get another chance?

Their lips meet and it’s so soft and weak on his end, but there’s still a fire behind it that she returns. Tae wraps her now free hands in his hair and leans him forward into the kiss, tears tracking down her worried features.

And then it’s over, but it remains abuzz within her. She thumbs his hair away from his eyes and sighs.  “I hope you didn’t think that was going to convince me to leave you, Jess,” she murmured. “Come on.”

& & &

She turns her comms back on the moment she sees the form of the helicopter growing nearer in the distance. To her surprise, Reyes does not immediately proceed to curses upon hearing her voice back on the radio.

“How’s he doing,” she hears instead and smiles softly to herself.

“Holding out.”

“We see you. We’ll meet you halfway.”

The group of agents do indeed meet them halfway with a stretcher. Jesse’s weight is transferred from her shoulder to someone else and Tae almost loses her balance at the loss. The realization of her own exhaustion settles on her, and it takes everything she has to keep walking towards the helicopter.

“Jin!”

Tae turns to see Commander Reyes approaching her at a brisk march. She swallows.

“Never ever and I mean ever pull that shit with me again, do you hear me?”

“Yes, sir.”

She turns away and keeps walking towards the ship before he calls her name once again. “Tae-mi…”

The woman turns back, and the Commander has a half-smile on his face. “Good job.”

She smiles back at him. “Yes, sir.”  

They pile into the ship as the medic works around them to try and stabilize Jesse.

Tae-mi clutches his hand the entire time. Tae-mi doesn’t care who sees at this point and no one says anything.

[ruleoftheserpent]

[crescentmp3]

two of him

[ image desc: two pictures of laughing doves (Spilopelia senegalensis) seen outside of a window. the laughing dove is a long-tailed, slim pigeon. it is pinkish brown on the underside with a lilac tinged head and neck. the head and underparts are pinkish, shading to buff on the lower abdomen. a chequered rufous and grey patch is seen on the sides of the neck and is made up of split feathers. the upper parts are brownish with a bluish-grey band along the wing. the back is uniform and dull brown. the tail is graduated and the outer feathers are tipped in white. // end id ]

[florafound]

tag dump #1

[uzumakisavior]

It's your moot here, are you alive girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!😭

Hi.

Thank you for checking on me, dearest moot.

If you would so kindly use they/them pronouns that would greatly be appreciated. You can also call me Alex.

Let's just say I have plenty happening. A lot of struggles and inner work. A large betrayal, radical acceptance, therapy, and recovery. I want to come back to rp, I REALLY REALLY DO- but I think I run the risk burdening other rpers by letting my personal problems get in the way. I love all my threads, and I miss them dearly. I find myself spreading thin and picking up the pieces of certain life changing events.

I have to remind myself that everything will fall into place in due time; even if it means starting anew; be it a new muse or new blog. Secretly, I am afraid everyone will move on, and I won't be able to continue any threads by the time I return from hiatus. All in all I will be OK.

Im sorry for my lack of engangement. It's just the "summer heat". It's "sweltering".

Thank you again, Anon.

[demon-prosecuted]

Maybe he's seen the ghost-types haunting people this whole time and has written it off as some absurd, trauma and sleep deprivation induced hallucinations of his own making?

[operahouses]

The   ‘mess’   Daniel   speaks   of   is   of   the   controlled   chaos   variety,   and   Louis   welcomes   it.   Books   on   every   available   flat   surface   and   yet   no   shelves   in   sight.   Sticky   notes,   notebook   paper   and   pens   just   as   frequent.   He   walks   further   into   Daniel’s   home,   spotting   out   of   the   corner   of   his   eye   abandoned   prescriptions   on   the   floor.   He   doesn’t   linger,   and   instead   follows   his   old   friend   to   the   living   room   —   quaint,   lived-in,   and   warm.

Louis   laughs,   a   short,   bright   thing.   “Is   that   so   hard   to   believe,   Daniel?”   he   asks,   shucking   off   his   jacket   before   effortlessly   sitting   on   the   couch,   one   leg   crossed   over   the   other.   He   shifts   and   shimmies,   settling   into   the   plush   cushion.   Louis’   bubbly   and   welcoming   countenance   turns   solemn.   “A   colleague   and   a   friend,”   he   begins,   brows   furrowing,   “seeking   out   your   presence.   Maybe   this   friend   should   visit   more.”   He   loosely   gestures   to   himself   before   propping   his   chin   on   his   hand.

“I   wanted   to   see   you.   After   Dubai.   After   Armand,”   Louis   says   softly.   Unabashedly,   the   elder   vampire   eyes   Daniel   with   the   slight   tilt   of   his   head.   He   notes   the   unique   color   of   his   eyes,   the   lack   of   tremor   in   his   limbs   and   the   youthful   gait   when   he   answered   the   door.   “You   look   well,”   he   remarks.   “And you   deserve   better.”

If Daniel were honest, it almost pissed him off how Louis could be so damned charming 24/7. If Daniel hadn't known any better, Louis would be just another thirty something guy he'd watch at the bars. Looking him up and down a moment he smiled and said, "Louis, good to see you." He clasped his hand in his and shook it as one would an old friend. "Come in." He stepped to the side and motioned him to come into the apartment. "Mind the mess, I'm, cleaning. . ."

There were boxes here there and everywhere in the small apartment, sure, with the money paid to him by Louis for what ended up happening he could have got any penthouse he wanted practically but this was his home, and for now, it worked just fine for him.

As they got into the living room, Daniel turned and smiled at him, "how are you? You look. . .well who am I kidding, you look great, like always." He half heartedly joked. Ever since they met back in 73, he always had thought he looked beautiful, it was what got him in trouble the first place.

"So what brings you to the big city? Aside from apparently poor geographic location skills." Daniel joked as he sat in a chair, offering the couch to Louis, "couldn't be little ol' me now could it?"

If Daniel were honest, he hoped that was the reason, he did really admire Louis, admired him a lot honestly. The idea of getting to spend time with him without the specter of Armand hovering over both of them, controlling the narrative. It was now just them, and he was admittedly thrilled by the idea.

[helldustedstories]

@vanaglcria asked: OTPs  +  nOTPs  + Echo & Vox?

to ship or not to ship // accepting

OTPs: Echo/Kasumi, Echo/Molly, Echo/Thatcher NOTPs: Echo/Val (he rubs them the wrong way)

(Like I mentioned previously, Echo is pretty open and pretty easy to throw anywhere/ at anyone, for a lot of reasons. They continue to be a little shit, which will likely never change. ^^)

OTPs: PolyVees!, Vox/Val, Vox/Velvette NOTPs: Probably Vox/Alastor

(I haven't had a chance to do much of anything with him yet, so he's pretty open!)

[starliit]

Kaveh's "Weapon"

It’s my thought that Kaveh’s weapon is not physical, but a manifestation of dendro. He channels it through Mehrak to better aim it, otherwise its direction can be wild and unfocused.

[nightiingaled]

super detailed questions: 16, 22, 36, & 46 (for ravid!!)

16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?

Weapons. Not just any weapons either - they like to steal the chosen weapons of people they win fights against. You take on {BB}'s enforcer and lose? You're losing your weapon too. They just kind of hoard them - sometimes they use them later, the ones that are "cool" to them. Others they just keep in a box if they'll fit or hanging up in their apartment.

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

Personal favorite are "you look like you eat shit bc you should". They insult people for just about everything. They'll bitch to your face and bitch behind your back - all of the above. Particularly though when they do stupid shit.

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

They're good at fighting. Not good enough for the Pits - but good enough to be an Enforcer for the gang. They're also really good at cooking actually and really enjoy cooking for themselves. They can also sing, a skill picked up in the brothels - though you'd be dead if you caught them singing now.

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

If by 'good impression' you mean scaring the shit out of you into submission? Sure. Otherwise absolutely not. They make the worst impression - they're a fighter not a talker and their first impression usually shows them as the asshole they are. Also they don't introduce themselves. If you don't know how they are, it's for the best and they won't make themselves known if they're not there on business.

[demon-prosecuted]

❝ I let Blackquill prosecute a Palafin. ❞ Admittedly, the Pokemon wasn't guilty - thanks, Phoenix. ❝ There's a precedent. I could prosecute a bird god of death. ❞

[helldustedstories]

@hzbinsouled asked: “ I feel my soul drawn to you. ” ~gently places molly here for echo bc yes 👀

quotes found on pinterest // accepting

Echo was very good at reading people; it was one of the skills they relied on the most both in their job and in their daily life. They didn't trust very easily, keeping their walls up, even if they were flirting or working a job. So why did they feel so strange every time they came to this place?

They'd found the restaurant when they'd been following a mark for a client, gathering intel on who they were meeting and where. It had been ridiculously simple to take on the appearance of a nondescript sinner, someone no one would think twice about, to slip into a booth behind the cheating spouse, and to get a plethora of damning details for their client, including a few recordings, to show without a shadow of a doubt that the spouse was cheating. And not only that, who they were cheating with, since they had been well aware of the infidelity going in.

The food had been good, so they'd gone back in their usual skin, and ended up chatting with the owner when she'd decided to talk to some of the tables. Something felt…..familiar about her, but before they had any sort of chance to figure anything out, she'd moved on. It had been a pleasant enough exchange, and they'd decided to go back a different day, wearing another face, just to see if they could watch her, could get any idea of why it felt like they should know her.

They couldn't put their finger on it, so they started dropping by any time they knew she'd be in. Eventually, she started joining them, if only for a few minutes. The more they talked, the more their memory stirred, until they were just about able to grab onto why they knew her with both hands…, only for it to slip away again.

This time, though, Molly had been sitting with them for quite some time, neither of them saying anything, just….existing in the same space.

At least until Molly speaks, her words soft, but resonant, striking a chord deep within the shapeshifter.

“ I feel my soul drawn to you, ” she murmurs, her hand on the table between them.

Even though they'd chatted a few times, they'd never touched. Something within them knew that if they did…., everything was going to change. And part of them was afraid of what that meant.

But after only a moment of hesitation…., they reach out, covering her hand with their own, as they murmur, "I know what you mean."