#grislyintentions ― natasha

[shining-gem34]

[blanket] natasha to dan heng ^^

Showing Affection || Accepting! @grislyintentions

Unable to sleep again, Dan Heng spends his time strolling around Boulder Town. He encounters a lost and confused elderly woman wandering the streets. The guard escorts her to Natasha Clinic where one of the volunteers immediately took her inside where it was warm and safe. Normally, Dan Heng should've returned to the hotel and back to his room.

Instead, he sits on the stairs leading up to the clinic doors. The guard has no business here, but he's not ready to head back to the hotel yet. So he watches the scenery of the underworld before him. At this time of night, unless you're a miner or a member of Wildfire, there is no one outside.

Dan Heng shivers, feeling the chill seeping past his coat. He ignores it, because he is not ready to move yet from his spot- like a lazy cat or a lizard.

Then a warm fabric settles over his shoulders.

Glancing up, Dan Heng meets Natasha kind smile and he greets her, "Good evening, Dr. Natasha."

"...And thank you for the blanket." He adds, curling the blanket more around him. "Although, I would've been fine anyway."

[fctedivided]

Unprompted ask. - @grislyintentions sent:

"Septine," She sets a hand upon the Foxian's shoulder lightly. "You've been working on this formula without pause for hours on end. Why don't we take a little break" - [Natasha to Septine c:]

She was working nonstop to get that formula finished, although it was easier said than done. Hours passed but with little progress. The blind Foxian didn't want to give up until she felt a hand softly placing on her shoulder, immediately recognizing whose this was.

"That sounds nice, Natasha. I almost forgot how long I've been busy on the very task." Septine let out a little smile.

[strdstd-m]

Dain's Type ★ @grislyintentions ★ Accepting

Oh... Well... He's a bit taken aback- "This is quite surprising."

[requiemofrebellion]

@grislyintentions ― starter

Sampo sat in the underground clinic, eyes watching Natasha for quite some time as he rested. He had come in for being just slightly injured and needed to be patched up. He could have left over an hour ago but he stayed put, watching the doctor closely. Then he moved his gaze briefly to the clock before they were back on Natasha. How long was she planning on working? He swore she never took a break. Well, lucky for her, Sampo was here to help her out! 

With a grin, the male stood from where he sat, watching the client that was talking to Natasha leave. That’s when he knew he’d have an opening to get her attention. He walked in front of her so she couldn’t just go back to paperwork or to another patient. 

“ Don’t you ever take a break, Doc? ” He asked, dramatically sighing. “ Just watching you work yourself to death is so sad. I think it’s time for a break don��t you? I’m rather hungry and I’m sure you are too. So, why not come with me to grab a bite to eat? ” Maybe she’d even pay for it.

[iiguess]

“I think we deserve a soft epilogue. We are good people and we’ve suffered enough." [from Natasha ^^]

An epilogue.

Sam doesn't look at the doctor across her, attention set on the way her fingers fiddled with the straps of her bag, on the heaviness that weighed on her arm and inside her backpack. The only acknowledgement she gives that she even heard anything is a small noise.

Epilogues... What did that mean for her, exactly? What did that even look like? Stories always had a beginning, middle, and end. A prologue, maybe. But translating that into someone's life? It's not like they can just decide when their whole 'epilogue' was or how it turns out—-at least, not for her.

Gosh knows she herself even had one, what with her having little to no control of where she hopped to and when.

( Maybe her epilogue doesn't include her in it. Maybe, a small voice whispers, maybe she'd never have one. )

" ...yeah. we do. "

The weight on her wrist feels heavier, now.

" i hope the people here get theirs one day. "

[maskednihilism]

you were hiding this from me? - from natasha!

@grislyintentions || prompt! || From Natasha!

Uh-oh. She found him out. "Well I wouldn't say I was doing it on purpose pe say..."

He was hiding it for good reason. If she learned he was covering poor Miss Hook... both of their gooses were cooked! Roasted even! Well seasoned on both sides and served with rosemary!

"I... wasn't aware of it! Yes, I wasn't aware of it at all. Who could've left this perfect replica of Miss Hook behind?! It's crafted wonderfully, the person who made this dummy is very talented with their needlework. But who could've made this dasterly deed?!"

Who indeed...

[rulesbreak]

. ☆ * Caelus came to clinic to help deliver medical supplies and check in with @grislyintentions Natasha since it's been a while last they visited.

but they didn't think they would be given a check up with the underworld doctor. the trailblazer didn't mind it however. they're already eyeing her candy jar and knows which one their taking when this is all over.

"How is it, doctor? Will I live?" Caelus lightly jokes . ☆ * s.c

[shallliveoninsong]

"What happened to your face?" [From Natasha for Hook! ^^]

| Injured sentences Vol 3 | @grislyintentions

Oh darn it! She'd tried to hide her latest battle scar from Ms. Natasha but the old witch was too observant!

She may have been playing king of the hill with The Moles on a pile of geomarrow and gotten a bit too invested the game. One thing happened after another and Hook banged her forehead right into the ore.

She'd managed to conceal it pretty well under her bangs as she didn't want to get a lecture about it!

Hook pouted, trying to avoid eye contact with the doctor.

"I uh, just fell that's all!" That wasn't technically lying at least! "It's no big deal Ms. Natasha, it's just a lil bruise!"

And a bit of blood but that was gone now so Hook wouldn't mention it.

[reallyrandomtj]

RP Starter from HERE: @grislyintentions

Jarilo-VI seemed to be a lot less hostile, not the weather that seemed to be getting more hostile, but communications between Belobog's OVER and UNDER worlds appear to be less hostile towards each other as 'time' attempts to heal old wounds.

"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Natasha."

Serval had expected to have to wait an extended time before receiving a reply from the doctor. What she had requested in the original text was that the blonde had wished to hold a concert for both citizens of the Over and Underworlds; security would be managed by her brother, Gepard, but she admitted with confidence in written form that having a reliable and trusted doctor on hand was a MUST for the event to run smoothly.

"No pressure to keep a conversation if a 'patient' shows up. I simply wished to elaborate on my planned event and how it hopefully will benefit the Underworld just as much as the Overworld."

With Cocolia gone and Bronya now in charge! Serval wished to actively assist in bringing both areas of the planet to a 'peaceful reunion' but she wasn't naïve to think ONE concert would solve everyone's problems; no, this was but the first step.

[draconicfool]

Things had been...as calm as they perhaps could be in Belobog for awhile. Even if there was no shortage of people needing help. No shortage of problems in the aftermath of it all. It was relatively peaceful now. So much so, that the little medic could actually take a stroll. Look around and even just relax. For a moment, at least.

Though, the thought of a stroll on his own was interrupted when he caught sight of a familiar woman. A small wave given as he made his approach.

"Oh, Miss Natasha. It's nice to see you out and about. I was hoping to stop by to ask you about some tips when it came to my own clinic- if you have time would it be alright to talk now?"

@grislyintentions || sc.

[fctedivided]

@grislyintentions

(continued from here)

"You have an interesting view on what a 'scratch' is, if that's the case." The doctor's hands are steady as she places on the last finishing touches, assessing the wound briefly before she deems it ready enough to bandage up. "Just be lucky Septine isn't the one in here right now or you'll never hear the end of it."

A little sigh escaped from his lips, Natasha had a point. And even Septine wasn't here to witness this, she would eventually find out, so there was ultimately no escape for the aftermath of his recklessness.

"Tell me about it, I can already see it before me, getting scolded by her and stuff." While his one arm just received the final steps of treatment before being bandaged. "Sometimes I wish people wouldn't get worried about me. I mean, this isn't new, and I had worse than this."

[loiyaltie]

STARTER CALL. // @grislyintentions (Natasha)

"I was told you were looking for me... how might I be of service?"

The relationship between the Underworld and Overworld has been better as of late, but that is no means indicative of the trust the Silvermane Guards have acquired. If anything it more shows that there is still work to do, and Gepard is eager to prove his earnest intentions. He carves time out of his schedule to visit, answers calls for him even if they are mundane and patrols extra shifts to help leave a familiar face among the guards stationed here. It leaves him with dark circles under his eyes for his efforts, but he reassures himself it won't be forever. Blue hues look upon the doctor, a tired smile appearing and he ducks his head in a nod.

"Whatever the situation you have my support."

[strdstd-m]

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄.

Share at least 5 songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse!

Devotion - AmaLee

Hello My Old Heart - The Oh Hellos

Losing My Religion - Boyce Avenue Cover

Achilles Come Down - Gang Of Youths

If I Had A Heart (Old Norse version) - Colm McGuinness Cover

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[everlastiingiimmortals]

@grislyintentions liked for a starter!

"Hey, Nat." The young woman's quiet voice greets Natasha as she steps into the parlor car of the Express. They'd agreed to meet at Natasha's request. "I know you're busy. Thanks for coming all the way out here."

Stelle paused, scratching her cheek with a sheepish smile. "I... don't really know the first thing about making a children's book," she admitted, "but I'll try my best. What did you have in mind?"

[burdenedreverence]

"Just a few more stitches and you'll be as good as new." - [From Natasha (star rail) ^^]

The feeling of a needle pricking his skin is a familiar one, he lays on a table with his torso exposed. The fresh wound he has suffered from a battle he has nearly already forgotten, is a nasty affair. But it will be one scar among the many which adorn his body, the grotesque way in which skin is warped on his body speaks to a lifetime of strife. A face which has been scarred by past actions gazes at her.

And yet, there is a purity to his gaze. Yes. There is an intensity, a focused lethality. But there is something else in the way his eyes squint at her, in the smile lines which adorn the corner of his lips.

This is a man who has suffered, and inflicted suffering. But there is good in him, hope.

"Ah. I think I am far from new." He'd tease lightly, his eyes moving to look at his scars. A soft chuckle slips through his lips, which grows into a light laughter. "But I think I will be good enough. Thank you."

How he has become wrapped up in her affairs doesn't matter. Why he did so, matters just as little. The simple fact was it was within his power to help, so he did.

One of these days it'll kill him.

@grislyintentions

[maskednihilism]

"Quit hiding out in the snow when you know you're going to catch a cold afterwards," there is mild exasperation in her tone as Natasha forces a cup of warm tea into Sampo's hands. "Here. Might as well gift it to you earlier if you insist on being reckless with your health."

A knitted scarf is unceremoniously looped around him.

@grislyintentions || unprompted! || From Natasha!

"But Nat!" The thief whines yet takes the cup into his cold hands. His voice sounds stuffy as he speaks. "W-Wherever there is business there is Sah ah ah ACHOOO!" He nearly jumps off the medical cot, with the tea cup in hand.

Some of it does spill but thankfully it's just a few drops despite how loud and booming the sneeze was. Small sniffles are heard as he feels something warm loop around his neck.

"Aw.. thank you. B-But I swear I'm not out in the snow. I think Gepard gave it to me when we did that eh eh ECHOO!"

Sampo sniffles again. "Errand."