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[wolfisheart]

camille @fortunefavours said, "i've had worse injuries than this."

of that, the wolf had no doubt. judging that first night with a few other details, a picture was starting to paint about some of the injuries the bartender had been through.

the scent of blood hit right before he was relieved for his break. instead of walking around the corner for a smoke, hale pushed through the dense air and all the bodies to follow it to the bathroom. no one was screaming. no one was cheering. that allowed him to fill in the blank of someone accidentally hurting themselves. broken glass was his first guess, considering how much was around the building.

when he noticed camille wasn't behind the bar, something else fell into place.

he detoured to his locker before knocking on the bathroom door and letting himself in. smell was a marvelous sense with enough practice put in. he could hone in on people, places, things, actions, and a multitude of other things. even certain emotions came with a smell. his dad tried to explain it once. hale, a listener in his teens? hardly.

" here, " he held up a white rectangular strip like it was his most prized possession. " i know it'll heal but we gotta keep up appearances for the human folk. " or they got jittery when something didn't look normal enough. not unlike the way she'd freaked out about his fluffy wolf tail the first time she'd smelled it.

splitting the rectangle down the seam, the bouncer revealed a my little pony band-aid to place over her cut. " want me to kiss it better before putting this on? "

[seaoftheworst]

@burikubato sent: 📂 (for Lucci, Mihawk, Katakuri and Crocodile.)

useless HC meme

under readmore for length

Lucci will never admit to it but it broke his heart to leave Water 7, as it was the first place where he truly felt like people wanted him around.

Mihawk always had his duels end in a draw with Shanks, as a result, he feels that any victory now would be tainted as Shanks lost his dominant arm, it is why he will no longer duel Shanks despite the other man egging him on.

Katakuri is the one that all of the siblings have collectively decided is Big Mom's heir. This is because all of them trust him to look out for them, and because he was the only one of the children not afraid of their mother.

Crocodile lost his hand the same day that he got the scar on his face, this was from attempting to block Whitebeard's attack when he was young and provoking the emperor. It is what showed Crocodile that being a logia does not mean that you are untouchable.

[fearsgod]

Peering the pale-haired woman's way, Fenris huffs softly under his breath. He still isn't sure what to make of her just yet... but the intrigue remains stubbornly present, guiding ever guarded olive sights over in a wave cradling lull he can hardly help. ( Giggles and waves hiiiiii )

𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝  ‖   𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 †  ° 。—— @knightfeared

﹛ ♰ ﹜ — The rage that boiled within him burned hot enough for one to sit and warm their hands by should the cold bite of his words offer too much of a chill , & rightfully so : Marceline never offended by the verbal abuse hurled towards those who were blessed with something so beautiful only to use it in such an UGLY way . That anger was his and not something he needed anyone's permission to feel .

It was not pity that kept her lips shut whilst other mages felt offense by the taste of generalization on his tongue when cursing their craft , the fact he was here beside her a testament that he was no poor creature in need of that but rather the desire to prove something to the man who had left so little . A need to show him that not all those who look at him will do so with either fear or superiority but perhaps , something akin to ... comradery ?

❝ I heard you enjoy wine , ❞ she speaks , eyes remaining on the flickering blaze casting shadows acrost the darkened room , ❝ It's nothing but a cheap bottle , but I figure sharing it with you would be less depressing than drinking it all on my own . ❞

[dhampirian]

❝ You lot again , are the impaled bones mounted on spikes out here not enough of a dissuasion for you ? Perhaps that’s my cue to renew the decor finally  . ❞ 

Growling thinly veiled threats punctuated by ire , Alucard descended the cobbled stairs leading into his father’s castle , gold trimmed coattails whipping air behind him . Each step anchored with the single purpose of ridding himself of the persistent gnat polluting his doorstep . After turning away envoy after envoy seeking temporary claim of his turf , the Dhampir was rapidly growing tired of his echoed warnings , the well of his patience running dangerously dry .

❝ I already told the one before you and the one before him that my answer is no , what makes you think you’ll fair any differently ? ❞

🕇 @akumanoken​​​ 🕇

[wolfisheart]

lorraine @hauntfcrged said, ❝  a tender heart is a courageous thing to preserve.  don’t ever be ashamed of having one.  ❞

" you know, " he can't help the small grin that forms. both elbows prop up on his knees so he can hunch over. pinched between two fingers on his left hand is the cigarette he'd been smoking before company came over and sat right next to him. lorraine was beautiful and hale would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about her stepping all over him on more than one occasion. but, that was definitely not the direction of their current conversation.

" i think you're the first person to ever insinuate i'm a tender anything. " the grin turns a little more solemn as thoughts of hayden move to the forefront. as a younger man, he'd been cocky and loud. as an adult, the army made him more quiet and his moral compass even more skewed than it had been previously.

" i'd burn the world for certain people and then i'd let others burn. nothing tender about that. " or even courageous.

[seaoftheworst]

❝ aww, you’re so intimidating. yes you are! ❞ Perona @horonomi to S-Hawk

meme of things said to cats

Starred eyes look her over and he tilts his head to the side at the tone she took while saying the words. He still did not understand why she did not seem afraid of him, not that he was going to complain about it. No, it was nice, to not be treated with fear or caution. Even the marines who had carried his authority chip for a time had seemed unsettled by him, but she was not. She did not carry an authority chip, but he found himself obeying her more often than not. He chose to, even though that was not in his programming. "But you are not intimidated, that is good.... Yes?"

[fearsgod]

All she could remember was RAGE , that and the feeling of flames licking at the skin of her legs and hands . No longer herself , she was once again searching a foreign enviroment in order to inflict the same pain she had once felt upon INNOCENTS . From the moment she was tied to that pyre , choice was GONE ; the fire that had once threatened to consume her SPREADING to whoever was unlucky enough to be pitted against her ; T H E S A I N T .

A grunt of frustration leaves her lips as locker doors are slammed shut, another empty hiding spot adding to the growing pressure she'd felt from the moment the first generator had gone off . Eyes focus on the horizon for but a moment only to notice a figure moving slowly through the fog , Marceline heading that direction with haste.

                         ⤷   ⸢ STARTER FOR  @pyrrh1c  ⸣ 

[fearsgod]

﹛ ♰ ﹜ —    STATUESQUE , he resembles a work of art worth warring over when clad head to toe in armor . The question as to why she was rewarded with his protection something she'd never DARE to ask aloud as to avoid losing the one thing she'd ever LOVED found comfort in , HAPPINESS not something a bastard like her deserved yet something she received regardless ; Cyrus' attentiveness WASTED on the likes of her . Despite knowing words of self deprecation to be TRUE , ignorance would be the foundation a selfish need to keep him CLOSE would be built upon .

❝ Be careful where you call me PRINCESS , Sir Cyrus , lest someone hear of it and report you to the king for he HATES to think of me as blood . ❞ she warns , smile worn despite the DEMORALIZING reality her words held , ❝ To answer your question , regardless : I am not the one that sweet scent is meant for , but YOU ! ❞

Taking his large and calloused hand in her much smaller one , she begins guiding him to the kitchens , heart racing like that of a hummingbirds wings in anticipation . Upon entering , he would find that a seat had already been prepared for him with a plate topped with fresh pastries , the evidence of her endeavor being the many utensils strewn about as well as the spots of flour on her dress and cheeks worn like the finest of jewels .

❝ It's honey bread ... ! It won't compare to the royal bakers in the slightest but I wanted to ... reward you somehow . ❞ she finally confesses , a sudden bout of SHYNESS forcing her gaze to fall to the floor .

A deep sigh parted his lips as his shift came to an end. With a slow, practiced motion, he lifted the front of his helm, revealing marred features and silver strands slipping free from where they had been tucked away. The torchlight flickered along the stone walls, casting restless shadows that swayed with each step he took, his armor whispering against the silence of the corridors. The castle was still, save for the distant crackling of the torches and the soft echo of his boots against the worn floors. He moved with a steady gait, the weight of duty lingering on his shoulders even as he made his way back to his chambers. His hand drifted briefly to the hilt of his sword, fingers tightening before releasing as if reassuring himself that all was well.

The Princess was likely asleep by now—hopefully without trouble. That thought alone allowed him a small measure of ease, though it did little to soften the tension in his frame. Perhaps, before the night truly faded, he would step into the courtyard and pluck a few white lilies. He knew she adored them, so he turned on his heel, making his way.

How pure she was, yet bound to these walls that loomed over her like silent sentinels, watching, judging, cursing her very existence with every whispered breath. The weight of their scorn pressed against her, an invisible shackle she could never break. But he—he would be her shield, the unyielding force that stood between her and the shadows that lurked in the corners, waiting to devour her light. If the world wished to shun her, then let it; he would stand before it, steadfast, the wall that would not crack, would not falter.

Little did he know, she was, in fact, awake—baking away with those delicate hands, always giving, yet never receiving. The scent of warm dough and honey lingered faintly in the air, a quiet testament to her kindness. Her steps were light, barely more than a whisper against the stone floors, but his ears caught the faint pitter-patter—perhaps just a few wayward critters scurrying to feast upon the breadcrumbs left behind.

Oof!

A soft gasp, followed by the unmistakable thud of a smaller frame colliding into him. His body barely shifted from the impact, but he blinked, glancing downward, lowering his head slightly as a steadying hand gently cupped the shoulder of the one who had stumbled into him. "Princess—?" His voice was low, caught somewhere between concern and surprise. "What are you doing u—" He stopped himself, straightening abruptly. After all—it was the Princess. Instinct took over, and he stepped back, bowing in her presence, his expression composed despite the lingering shock.

"Apologies; I did not mean to startle you—" he murmured, though, in truth, the shifting weight of his armor and the faint clatter of his weapon were far from silent. The very nature of his presence was an imposing one, each movement a symphony of metal against metal, a knight’s unspoken announcement. Still, he lowered his head slightly, his tone softened as if trying to lessen the contrast between himself and the delicate figure before him. "I was finishing my shift—it ran longer than usual… now." He straightened, his towering frame easing into a more relaxed stance, one brow arching as he regarded her. A faint smile ghosted at the corners of his lips, subtle yet warm. "What are you doing up at this hour? And—" he inhaled slightly, picking up the unmistakable scent of something sweet and freshly baked, "—what is that smell? Were you hungry?" His voice carried a hint of curiosity.

[fearsgod]

𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝  ‖   𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

†  ° 。  @mint-eyye​  ——   “  why are you asking me for help?  ” ((hope it's okay I sent something!))

   Unable  to  discern  whether  he  was  ANNOYED  by  her  request  or  genuinely  couldn’t  offer  his  aid ,  she  opts  for  a  VAGUE  response .

 ❝  Why  not  ? ❞

[wolfisheart]

" i have a dog, " hale smiles at the dog he was practically nose to nose with. technically, he had a wolf but that was dog enough, right? and also technically, he was the wolf. although, if one really wanted to stretch that truth he had tatum and hollis over in new york to call his own. that counted, right? she didn't have to know that. she who smelled vaguely of violence and confusion. not an uncommon combination. certainly, not uncommon enough for him to question, at least.

" and he doesn't really play well with others, " his smile turned into a frown while still petting the stranger's dog. that truth was more about tatum. that grumpy motherfucker could keep the entire city at bay with his attitude. " he's just a cranky little asshole. yes, he is. yes, he is. "

after one last kiss to the top of the dog's head, hale leans back to put some distance between them. if left to his own devices he could stay and pet a dog for hours on end. was it a wolf thing? was it a him thing? since he had never been any other way there was no way to know. he'd like to think it was his charming personality that the dogs picked up on and not because he smelled dog adjacent.

" besides, if he's been following you that long and you came running after him? you're attached. no way you're getting rid of him now. although, if you really have your heart set on it i can help you find somewhere to drop him off. "

this little dog would be the death of, making her trek through the still muddy park in the middle of the morning and she didn't even know why she was doing it when it wasn't her dog. maybe it was a slayer thing? destined to protect every innocent creature. she'd be rescuing fucking baby squirrels next.

"uh, no." she should have lied, of course, because why would the guy give the dog back to her now, but she also doesn't even know why she wants the dog back. the thing clearly wasn't safe with her. it had no sense of self preservation. he had growled at a vampire the night before for god sake.

"but i don't think he knows that." she hadn't exactly helped matters by borrowing him a collar from the pet store. it had come with a stock tag to show off their engraving services that read 'spot', which was most certainly not his name...if she ever got around to naming him.

"he's been following me around for like two weeks." maybe he'd be better off if she just left him with this guy. he seemed to like him and the guy was about two birds short of being a disney princess. it was the best prospect that had presented itself. "do you want a dog?"